#and I'm HUNGRY but they say not to eat when you've got a fever

[redwinterroses]

broke my four-year streak and finally caught covid. this shiz is for the birds.

[kykyonthemoon]

How to babysit a wounded little Hunter

Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.

ಇ. Character x Female Reader fanfic,

including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship

A little heads up: The writer will not take responsibility for any side effect (such as toothache) that might come after reading the fic.

ಇ. Word count: 4k

ಇ. Requested by Wytchie Pie and x

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.

So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.

"Don't go…"

You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.

"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"

You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.

"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.

"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."

Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.

Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed: 

"Almost forty Celsius!"

You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:

"I'm not... sick..."

Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.

"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.

"Too bitter." You said.

"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."

"If I take it… you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"

Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."

You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.

“You're awake now, pipsqueak?” He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. “Yup. No more fever."

Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

"Let's see…" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."

You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.

"Pork rib porridge…"

You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:

“I knew right away that you couldn't resist food.”

A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.

You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"

“It's too hot…” You pouted. “Besides,… both my arms and body are aching…”

It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?

Caleb read you right away. He said: “What? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?”

“When did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.”

“Are you still a three-year-old then?”

Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.

You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:

"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."

You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."

Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didn’t expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.”

You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.

“Then I’ll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:

[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]

You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.

"Er… "Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.

"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"

"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.

"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"

You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.

“Rafayel, I—”

“When are you going to tell me you're hurt?”

Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.

“Even Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!”

You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.

"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!”

"Rafayel…" You finally found a chance to interrupt him.  “Let's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."

Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.

“I can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!”

You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?

"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"

Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

“Are you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!”

You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.

“See? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."

"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.

"… This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."

"Huh? What do you mean?…” You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:

“Your wound. I want to see it."

The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:

“I told you I'm fine… Don't make such a scene…”

“If I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."

That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.

"Alright then…"

Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.

You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.

“Yet you said it was just a little wound.” Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.

You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.

"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.

"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.

"I'm serious…" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."

"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.

“I think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work now…” You said. “I don't want to bother you anymore…”

"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. “I think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.”

You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.

“Maybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...” You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:

“You're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.

Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.

"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.

His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."

"From the back door?"

"Er… I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."

Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."

Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.

“Lead the way.” He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.

During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.

At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."

At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"

You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."

You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too serious— Ah!"

Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:

“If I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?”

Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."

"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.

"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"

"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.

Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.

"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"

"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."

Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"

And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.

After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.

“Xavier?”

You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:

“Rest.”

“Are you angry with me?…”

Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.

When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."

You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.

"Xavier, I'm sorry…" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.

In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."

His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.

"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.

“Zayne?” Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"

Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.

Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."

You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"

Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.

"Oh dear…" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.

Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.

"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"

You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.

"Treating you."

You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.

“I've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."

During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.

Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.

"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"

Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.

"It's done."

Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.

“Ouch!” Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.

“Just checking it again.” Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.

“Doctor Zayne… Are you done now?”

You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.

"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.”

"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"

Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.

"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."

You spoke. His hand found your wrist.

"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."

"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.

Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.

"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"

You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:

"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."

"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."

Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.

"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesn’t imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine giving Shanks baby fever

At a tavern

Child: I wanna join your crew!

Shanks: pfft, no way

Child: I'm a real good fighter, I won't get in the way, I promise!

Shanks: hmmm, [taps his chin and looks like he's thinking about it]

Child: [thinks he's going to get a chance]

Shanks: hmm...Hmmm?... No

Child: aw come on

Child's mother: [barges into the tavern holding her infant] Julius Antony D. Frost! What do you think you are doing here? You haven't finished your chores, the goats got hungry and two of them broke into the house!

Child: but mom!

Child's mother: here hold this [foists her infant into your arms and drags her son off by his ear]

You: ??? [Looks to the local barkeep for help]

Barkeep: she'll be back when she realizes, just look after that little girl until then.

You: [pulls the infant closer to you and glowers]

Barkeep: I know it's a little unorthodox, but that lady has six kids, you're holding her only daughter, and her husband is a fisherman. This means he's gone most of the time, and her five eldest boys keep her busy, so please don't judge her, we help her out as much as she'll allow.

You: fine, [goes over to your table with Shanks]

Shanks: [cocks his head and gets a good look at the baby]

Baby: [looks at Benn and starts to cry]

Shanks: [pushes Benn away] You're scaring the baby.

Benn: ay! Ay! Alright, alright, I'll move.

You: [bounces the infant, pats it on the back, and starts to sing to try]

Baby: [settles down, and relaxes against your shoulder]

Shanks: wow, I didn't know you were so good with kids.

You: I didn't either... [Turns to the barkeep] Can I get this table wiped down so I can set the baby down?

Barkeep: [ obliges]

You: [sits the baby's weight down on the table, but keeps your arm around her so she's still leaning against you] Are you the cutest baby in the world?

Baby: ◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜

You: [gasps] Yes you are, you are the cutest baby in the whole world. [Gently tickles her tummy]

Baby: [giggles]

The crew: [find the two of you painfully adorable]

Baby: [ turns to Shanks and makes grabby hands at him]

Shanks: [ leans in closer]

Baby: [grabs a handful of his hair]

Shanks: she's got a good grip on her, how old is she? A year?

Barkeep: yeah, fourteen months, I think.

You: oh I could just eat you up, yes I could! In fact, I think I will. [Blows raspberries on her tummy]

Baby: [erupts into laughter]

You: [ pulls the baby back to your chest, leans back against Shanks, and smiles up at him] She still has that baby smell.

Shanks: (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Child's mother: [bursts through the establishment's doors] Holly!

Baby: [whips around to look at her mother]

Child's mother: oh thank God, thank you for looking after her, I'm so sorry.

You: it's okay, she's easy to deal with, plus from the looks of it you had your hands full. [ Passes her her child]

Child's mother: she is, isn't she? Thank you have a nice day. [Leaves with her child]

Later that night

Benn: you've been eyeing them all night, what's up.

Shanks: [shifts his gaze from you to Benn] So I'm not as subtle as I thought I was... I dunno. Ever since seeing them with the baby, what was her name? Holly?... I guess I can't get it out of my head.

Benn: oh you've got baby fever, don't cha?

Shanks: [blushes] maybe

Benn: I thought you didn't want kids on this boat anymore?

Shanks: I don't, that hasn't changed. [Gets up and heads over to you] What do you say we call it a night?

You: hmm, alright, I'm getting tired anyway. [Lets Shanks lead you to the Captain's quarters]

Shanks: [is handsy with you the whole way]

You: [doesn't mind] You seem rather frisky tonight, or at least friskier than usual.

Shanks: Sorry, but seeing how good you are with kids really ignited something within me. [Smooches up and down your neck]

You: I thought you didn't want kids?

Shanks: For Fuck's sake, I don't, not yet, but that doesn't mean I don't want to practice. [Dumps you on the bed and starts to take off his pants.]

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[catmadeofsalad]

Lucifer: MC, are you feeling alright?

MC: *pale, sweaty, trembling* Yeah, I'm fine.

Lucifer:

No, you are not. Asking was a courtesy. Get in bed human, now.

A professional at making the perfect tea, exactly as you like it. Are you hungry as well? If the thought of eating is too much, he looks up what humans eat when sick and is surprised to find a diet, but he's pleased when you eat the toast he made you.

Your fever isn't breaking for a while, so he moved his office to your room so as to be able to replace the cool cloth on your forehead. The table was covered in his paperwork, but he refused to let one of his brothers have free reign of your room while you were sick.

Lucifer sneaks kisses on your forehead whenever he checks your temperature with the back of his hand.

Demons don't catch human illnesses, so expect him to help you into the shower if you're dizzy or too tired.

He also sleeps in your bed with you after you've already fallen asleep. This isn't something he'd usually do, but seeing you shiver despite your layers of blankets quickly changes his mind.

He brings you your school work and makes sure you stay up to date on your lessons, having previously informed Diavolo of your inability to attend classes.

Lucifer requests a hand from Barbatos in making you a soup from the human world, and with the royal butler's assistance, you're fed the perfect bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The week and half it took you to fully recover was baffling to the eldest demon brother, but nonetheless, he was glad once you were better.

"MC, what is this?" Is surprised at the "Thank You!" basket of poison apples and other treats that appear on his desk. Is he blushing? No, of course not. The lighting is just off.

Those forehead kisses? They become a permanent expression of endearment.

Mammon

His human is dying!? Not again! Not on his watch!

You cough? Here's more water- humans need to be hydrated when they're sick, right?

You're shivering! More blankets, a sweater- yeah, he's getting into bed with you, ya got a problem with it?

Mammon means well, he's trying his best. If his brothers got sick he never needed to worry because they were demons. He still took care of them in his own way, but his human wad sick now! What would he do if they didn't get better!?

You have to tell him that it's just a bad cold and you'll get better soon. He nods, hand on his chin as he thinks.

Mammon gets a list of items that would help you from Lucifer and Satan, and let's just say that you're all set one supplies if you ever get sick again. For over the next five years. Cold medicine? Yep. Ice packs? Lucifer told him he didn't need all 20 in the freezer but what does he know!? You've been sweating nonstop for days, ya need ta cool down.

If you were a plant you'd live the longest, but as a human, it'd take a while for you to become dehydrated again. Even with all the eness sweating.

If you thought Mammon was attentive before, watch out. He'd hugged you a lot through your sickness to keep you warm, so the slightest shiver even once you're better? Get ready for hugs!

He's surprised when you start hugging him more, too. Mammon is super tsundere at first, complaining about the affection, but he doesn't stop you. The Avatar of Greed stops complaining not long after, just happy with the affection.

Leviathan

You what? Ew, gross, no wait, don't leave - he'll take care of you!

Wait. How does he take care of a human?

It can't be that hard. He can do it!

Where did he get that lab coat- never mind, it doesn't matter. You're tightly wrapped in blankets, snacks and drinks supplied outside of the tub he calls a bed before he sardines into the porcelain bed with you.

Levi runs cold, something he forgets about until your fever spikes. He's about to ask what you need when his cold chest is perfect for your overheated face.

He sputters about how he can get you cool cloths or something and about how you shouldn't cuddle up with such a gross otaku like himself until you start to pull away.

As soon as you start to pull away, he pulls you back to himself and holds you tightly. You're not leaving his room until you're better!

Lucifer disagreed almost as much as Mammon, the former being more so upset that he hadn't been informed and almost uad to tell Diavolo that the human had gone missing.

While your sick Levi let's you join in his online classes, and keeps you up to date on them.

When you're sweaty and gross and actually cold, he runs you a warm bath. He gets some soothing bath bombs and scents from Asmodeus for your bath.

N-no, he's not joining you cause he's worried! He likes the smells too, and besides, you've been snuggled together, and your sweat was all over him!

Even though you were sick, he knew you saw through his excuses.

Once your health was back to normal, Leviathan indulged in cuddle sessions in his bed more often.

The biggest jump for the two of you? Cuddle sessions in the actual bath. Nothing inappropriate or suggestive, just sincere cuddle sessions in the warm water that you two held each other in.

Satan

Of course you're sick, he could tell based on how you were dozing off during movie night. Here's some tea and light soup, go lie down.

How he's one step ahead of your cold you'll never know, but when your fever spikes he has cool cloths already next to your bed.

Satan can tell how dizzy you are when trying to help you walk to the bathroom, and he swoops you up into his arms.

The blonde talks about his favorite recent book as he helps you bathe, helping you dry off and change into fresh, warm clothes before getting you back into bed.

One of his brothers wants to help you? Nope, he's got everything you need. Lucifer is only kept up to date on your well-being from Mammon or Beel, asking on behalf of the eldest.

When you start to feel better, he makes sure that you're active. Sore joints after being sick was miserable, and he didn't want you to feel worse.

As soon as you're better, cuddle reading sessions become a popular activity. You both have the same book, and you take turns reading chapters or pages while you sip on tea.

Asmodeus

Oh honey, he can see your clammy skin a mile away. Not to mention those dark circles and slight hand tremors.

A relaxing face .ask and a warm bath are going to help ear your lungs, and also make your skin feel better. Trust this demon, he knows his way around a rejuvenating bath!

You have a headache? Time for a scalp massage dear, close your eyes!

Seriously, Asmo is all about you getting better as fast as possible. He hates getting sick and knows some little tricks to help.

A rejuvenating bath bomb with coconut butter, oats, and a hint of lavender? Your skin is soft, and despite being sick, you feel so clean!

You're sick for about a week, but the fifth oldest is your personal nurse- eccentric nurse costume and all!

He has herbal teas, a lotion with massaging pearls to help with under eye soreness, and not to mention his full body massages for of you get achy while your sick.

He waits on his human hand and foot, but if you call on him too much he'll definitely complain or stop, "so don't abuse my perfect care and sexy nurses outfit, okay?"

Asmodeus takes you out to his favorite spa once you're better, and you surprise him with a new nail polish and face mask set as thanks for his help.

Those full body massages? Once you're completely better, those become a regular form of comfort, closeness, and lead ups to...well, I'm sure you know MC.

Beelzebub

Beel doesn't notice at first, he just thinks you've been studying too hard again.

When you don't eat as much or decline heavier foods, he gets concerned. Buffo milk tea is your favorite when you're overworked...

He doesn't want to make you upset by asking why you aren't eating as much. After all, Asmodeus scolded him once for asking when he was trying a new diet.

Beelzebub carefully asked if you weren't feeling well, and when you said you were sick everything changed.

Nurse Beel to the rescue!

Seriously. He made you soup, and you almost asked if Barbatos had made it but the orange haired demon mentioned how he scoured many cookbooks with Satan before finding the right one.

The light's bothering your eyes, and you have a migraine? They're all off quickly and the curtains are closed as well.

You're cold even though you have many blankets? Beelzebub is your personal heater.

He definitely gets concerned when you decline a new soup or meal because you're nautious, but he gets assistance from Lucifer on making you the right tea.

Beelzebub is extra gentle with you when you're sick, and he cuddles with you so carefully while he plays with your hair/massages your scalp. Not to mention, he has a great humming voice and helps you get to sleep relatively quickly.

Once you're all better, you buy him a variety party pack of his favorite chips and cookies.

Those soft cuddles and singing to sleep? Yeah, that becomes a near constant for you two when you're stressed or upset. You've sang him to sleep a couple of times, too, when he was having a rough day.

Belphegor

"I told you not to get out of bed, come lie back down MC."

Belphegor takes full advantage of you being sick to cuddle you constantly. Or at least, as much as he can. He won't cuddle you while you use the bathroom, but he'll carry you there.

He complains when you can't lie still due to shivers, but he does so as he pulls you tighter into his arms and wraps you up into the blanket tighter.

Belphie doesn't really know how to take care of a human when their sick- especially one so important to him. He relies on Satan for help in that department.

"How are you still cold?" He whines softly, holding you closer and pressing kisses to your face and neck softly. Belphegor tries to be your main heat source, but he does eventually get you more blankets, socks, or hoodies. It's his hoodie, though, so don't share your weird human germs.

Despite all the rest you got and Satan's help, it takes you a long time to get better, but once you do, you surprise him with a set of eye masks and slippers.

Those cuddley and kisses? Oh, they stay, and you two take turns kissing each other to sleep fairly often.

[hexgaywire]

"Taking Care of You While You're Sick" (HC)

[Nijisanji EN Boys Edition]

Ft. Vox Akuma, Sonny Brisko, Ren Zotto, And Hex Haywire

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Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.

F,M,GN?: GN

Warning: Ren swearing like once? Other than that none

Word count: 958

Authors note: Listen if I had to pick one man from each group to take care of me it would be these four. I'm being selfish, I'm sick, and biased but I hope you enjoy regardless. (This is also really short, I wanted to write some feel good stuff, I'm sorry)

Reminder that my requests are open! If you wanna send me one please do!

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Vox is very observant and notices you're a little off right away

He takes to canceling whatever he and you have on your schedule today

You have errands to run, laundry to do, homework to do? Too bad you've been bed ridden

He refuses to let you put any stress on until you're 100% better

Vox takes you home and sets you up to be comfortable

"I have to make a quick run to the grocery store, call me if you need me for anything"

He really was quick because it couldn't have been more than 15 minutes before he returns with an arms full of groceries

He fixes you a cup of tea, checking your temperature while you sip on it

Vox rummages around in the groceries and pulls out some fever reducers and gives them to you to take

While you relax he makes you the best soup you've ever had

You didn't realize how hungry you were until you ate, Vox is just happy you're enjoying his cooking

Vox insists on staying the night and won't take no for an answer

He may be a (voice) demon but he's a demon who cares for his clan

Sonny works a lot so he's a little slow to figure out your sick

It was a cough in the middle of a sentence you tried to suppress that got him

Once he realizes your sick, similar to Vox, he sends you home immediately making sure you are not doing anything else except for focusing on getting better

He ties up things at work quickly so he can come over and take care of you, he even takes a couple days off just for good measure

You're not expecting the VSF Commander knocking at your door with your favorite comfort food, meds, and vitamins

But you know it's always welcome

After he makes sure you eat he cleans up for you and then suggests you go lie down on the couch

Sonny does some light food prep for you so you don't have to strain yourself when your hungry

You fade in and out of consciousness while you watch Sonny Brisko putt around your home taking care of little things

When you eventually drift off to sleep he gently checks your temperature with his hand and deems you stable enough to carry to your bed

After tucking you in he can't in good conscience leave, what if something happens??

Sonny grabs a wet cloth to place on your head and eventually sits by the edge of you bed to watch over you

He too eventually passes out and when you wake up you see him there...

You feel safe and cared for knowing Sonny is at arms reach, just for you.

Ren is still learning about human culture

So when your voice comes out horse, he laughs and asks

"What's up with your voice?"

You explain to him that you aren't feeling well today and apologize

"YOUR SICK!? Oh shit uh I've been told about how to deal with this! Let me help you? Please."

How could you say no to him

Ren whisks you away to your room stating it was crucial for humans to get plenty of rest when they aren't feeling well

You can't argue with that and tell Ren you'll take a nap

Once he's sure you're asleep, he runs out to the pharmacy

He returns with almost the entire pharmacy, just in case....

You awake again when Ren places a towel on your head

He smiles down at you hand hands you some water as you sit up

"Staying hydrated is also important when you're sick, the towel thing is also important for... something probably"

You laugh as he rustles around grabbing something else

He hands you a fist full of pills, that's when you notice the stack of medicine boxes behind him

You gently explain to him that taking that amount of medicine could potentially make you more sick

You list off a few medicine names and he hands them to and you take them

"I guess I still have a few things to learn when it comes to taking care of humans..."

You gently squeeze his hands and thank him for being here, because being sick alone is scary

You're lucky Ren is here

Being sick often, Hex hones in that your feeling sick before you do

"You should head home. You're sick."

You're dumbfounded you had stuff that needed to be done, but your thoughts of work are interrupted by the oncoming of a splitting migraine

Resigning with a sigh you excuse yourself to your home

Not two minutes after you settle into bed you get a knock at your door

You're greeted by Hex carrying his favorite soup for the both of you

You invite him in and he asks you to sit and he'll grab anything you need

While the two of you eat Hex turns into a mother hen and asks you for all your symptoms and how your feeling, constantly checking on you

Hex is honestly an angel, he cleans up after you eat, grabs your medicine from your medicine cabinet, he even offers to do any chores you need immediate help with

You feel selfish for making him worry

He assures you that you'd do the same for him, you have done the same for him

It's the least he can do to help ease the burden while your sick

He helps you back to bed and meekly asks if you want him to stay

You'd be honored to have him stay especially since he's such a good caretaker

You thank him for his help and again he says he's just happy to look after you

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trouble being super sick (100% projecting rn) and not telling peter and he hears about it from her roommate and he’s a little upset she didn’t say anything but is just super attentive even when trouble tells him to leave because he’ll get sick 🥲



my laptop isn't showing your emoji :( also- boyfriend frat!peter 🥹

you lightly stomp your foot, 'no! not allowed.' peter turned up at your door, unannounced, after two days of staying away. you were rotten with the flu, it sent your room mate to stay with her boyfriend for a few days.

her boyfriend was in peter's frat, and when he noticed ally staying over he asked if you had a fight, she lets him know you were dog sick and she wasn't catching it.

of course, he called you and you told him to stay away at all costs. you'd never forgive yourself if he got sick, you know how bad you feel and you wouldn't risk passng it to him.

but he couldn't stay away.

your boyfriend pressed his lips to your forehead, a pout formed. 'you're feeling pretty warm, trouble. have you taken your temperature?'

'no. just tylenol when i feel sweaty.' he tries to squeeze past you but you stop him, 'no, i'm not getting you sick.'

'honey, you can't take care of yourself right now, let me do it.'

'i'm fine and i'm not getting you sick.'

peter shakes his head, 'i won't get sick.' you huff at him, 'you don't know that, plus i feel gross and ugly.'

'you've never been more beautiful to me.'

'that's offensive.'

you whine when peter butts himself in, pointing you to your bed as he headed for your bathroom for a thermometer. you hear him open and close drawers, he emerges with a plethra of supplies.

peter drops everything to your desk and pulls out the thermometer, turning it on and shaking it in the air.

'symptoms?'

'um... fever, i think. body aches, headaches, stuffy nose. and i get really, really cold. i'm also super tired.'

'hungry?'

'not really.'

'eating?'

'... not really.'

'fluids?'

'kinda.'

'if the flu wasn't doing it first, i'd kill you.' your boyfriend holds the thermometer to your mouth, 'open, tongue up. hold it.' you watch him move around while you wait for the result.

he's lining up everything he was able to find, vapor rub, tylenol, mucinex and emergen-c. peter plucks the thermometer out of your mouth when it beeps.

a wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, 'my poor baby, one hundred one point four.' his hand cups your face, 'when's the last time you took the tylenol?'

'i dunno, three episodes worth of love island.' you nuzzle into his palm when he strokes your hair. 'alright, i'll give you some more.' you frown when he pulls away, feeling your heart swell when he refills your water bottle and passes it your way with two pills.

you sit up and take it, he kisses your forehead. 'sleepy?' you nod, 'take a nap, i'm gonna go get you some drinks from the dining hall. any requests?'

'juice.' another kiss, 'you got it, trouble.'

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peter woke you a few hours later, you squinted and pushed him away.

'sorry, trouble. i need your temperature, and you need to eat something. i have crackers and gatorade.'

'apple juice.'

'apple juice after electrolytes.'

'no, i'm sick. apple juice.'

'anything you want, after electrolytes.'

you grumble when he holds out the thermometer, 'you hate me.'

'yeah, you're the worst. which one you want, blue or red?' you point to the one in his left hand, he cracks cap and sets it next to you, a sleeve of crackers following.

peter cheers when your fever dropped, 'ninety nine point six, you're my little fighter.' you bat at his shoulder when he kisses your cheek, closer to your mouth than you'd like.

'no! you'll get sick! and i haven't brushed my teeth.'

'i won't get sick, trouble. i've got super human immunity.'

you suppose he's right, you scooch over and pat the space next to you.

'cuddle me better?'

another kiss to your cheek, 'anything you want,' a kiss to your forehead, 'after electrolytes.'

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Don't worry, I will care for you.

If it hides in the reef and has two sets of teeth that's... a moray.

Warning(s): poisoning, yandere Jade

"Ugh... thanks for taking care of me, Jade..." You said.

"No problem at all, (Y/N)." He responded, placing an empty bucket beside your bed for you.

You've been very sick all week. Just a fever, nothing to worry about...

Jade was actually beginning to enjoy taking care of you. It felt nice.

Oh... but your fever would be gone soon... how sad.

The day you finally got back to school, you were just miserable. You were dizzy, your head hurt, oh it was terrible...

Maybe you should keep yourself out of school, just for a few more days.

[Local Shrimp🦐]: Jade, I think I'm still sick... you wouldn't mind taking care of me for a few more days, right?

[Charming Moray🍄]: Of course not, (Y/N). Anything for you.

[Local Shrimp🦐]: Thanks Jade!

When you got back to Ramshackle, you immediately collapsed onto your bed.

You can only hope you feel better tomorrow.

You woke up, sweating profusely.

Your entire body hurt, you couldn't identify exactly where the pain was coming from, though...

You're hungry.

You got out of bed, wanting to go downstairs and get something to eat.

As you walked through the hallway, you suddenly collapsed. You weren't fully unconscious, but you definitely weren't all there.

"Oh dear, (Y/N)... are you ok...?"

Your vision way kind of blurry, but you could tell who it was. It was Jade.

"You were hungry, weren't you?" Jade asked, placing a hand on your face. "Well, lesson learned I suppose. You probably shouldn't get out of bed until we know you're better, unless you have to." Jade picked you up off the floor. "I'll take you back to your room. And don't worry, I'll bring you up some food when it's done cooking."

"Thank... you..." You said, breathing heavily.

"My pleasure, (Y/N)."

Huh...

Wasn't that weird? The way he said that?

Oh well, it's probably nothing...

Weeks passed.

Much longer than you expected this fever to last.

Poor Grim and the ghosts were so worried for you...

And you were sad about bothering Jade do much, but thankfully, he claimed to enjoy his time taking care of you.

But one day, one of the ghosts told you something.

"That nice boy that's been taking care of you... he's poisoning you."

"Poisoning me?" You asked. "No, that can't be possible!"

"I saw him making food for you. He put poison in there, he's the one keeping you sick."

Jade entered the room with a plate of food, and the ghost disappeared.

"(Y/N), I made some food for you!"

"O-oh, no thanks, I-I'm not hungry right now...." You nervously said. You didn't believe that Jade was poisoning you, but... it's better safe than sorry, right?

"Oh? What's the matter?" Jade asked. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, is it not? Why wouldn't you eat it?"

"I-I'm just not hungry, Jade."

"No, no, you should eat something."

"...Jade, not to sound rude, but... are you poisoning me...?" You asked, cautiously. Even if he is, he'll probably deny it.

"Oh, you realized?" Jade asked in response. "Yes, I have been. I'm surprised it took you this long to notice!"

"Wait, y-you're actually poisoning me?!" You yelled.

"Yes. And if you don't want me to give you a lethal dose, you'll continue to allow me to do so and care for you."

...

So this is your life now.

At least until Jade decides to stop poisoning you.

But who's to say he'll ever do that?

[aching-tummies]

As I walk in from another day of work I see you once again working when your supposed to be resting. Your doing dishes again making sure every single pot and pan is in place. I'm surprised there's any dirty dishes to do with how little you've been eating this last week. As I quietly walk into the kitchen I can tell your definitely still sick. Your tummy still looks visibly bloated even from where I stand. It's like a balloon that's slowly been getting bigger this last week despite how hard it's been to get you to eat anything. I also see your chicken soup sitting on the dinning table. It looks like you've barely had any! "Hey honey I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while your sick?" You slowly turn to me and I can tell by the blush on your face your running a fever. You don't say much just "I'm fine" as your tummy let's out an audible groan. "Your belly thinks otherwise you must be hungry" I say as we both sit down at the table. You try and shake your head no but by then I've already got a spoon of soup in your mouth encouraging you to swallow. Slowly but surely I feed you the rest of the soup despite your protest. Just as we finish you let out a wet sounding belch and another moan. I help you stand and see how firm and bloated you belly is. Filled to bursting with soup and everything else it's refused to digest. "I think someone deserves some rubs for finishing all that soup" I wrap my arms around your tummy feeling the rock hard lump of your stomach. "Baby your hands are putting to much pressure on my tummy it doesn't feel good" but I keep rubbing anyway enjoying the groans you and your tummy are making a little to much.

The following is almost exactly how I imagine such a scenario would go in real-life. I'm not exaggerating how I felt when I was sick--my belly really did feel so insanely bloated that I was literally swallowing back sour liquid all day when I was sick. It didn't help that I was so congested and had such a sore throat that the thought of vomiting terrified me because it was a surefire way to suffocate. My bloated belly was taking up too much room and I couldn't get enough air so I was constantly short of breath...had a partner actually tried anything with my belly, I absolutely would have spewed and likely suffocated/drowned due to all that liquid flooding the one path I had left with which to breathe.

You walk in to our shared apartment an note that I'm at the dish-washer, carefully trying to place a stubborn pan with an awkward handle.

“Hey, honey. I'm home. What did I tell you about letting me do the housework while you're sick?”

Even with the obvious fever, it's clear that I'm glaring at you. I quickly grab the pen and notebook on the counter that's been my primary means of communicating since the sickness robbed me of my voice.

'The less you handle my used cups, the better.'

I quickly open the fridge and point out the packed lunch I've set aside in the usual spot for you. I then gesture at the slow-cooker with a singular portion within it on the keep-warm function on the kitchen counter.

“I'll eat now.” You inform me.

I nod and begin plating up your meal, ladling the curry over a portion of rice and setting the plate on the kitchen table. I move to remove the cooled bowl of chicken broth that I gave up trying to eat some time ago. My stomach grumbles angrily, sickly and bloated despite the fact that I have yet to eat anything today.

“Was that your stomach? Sit.” You call out.

I shake my head, but you're already tugging on my arm, dragging me to sit in one of the dining chairs. I set the cold soup back on the table to avoid spilling it. You quickly whisk it away, setting it in the microwave to reheat.

“ N-Not hungry.” I protest, my voice barely sounding beyond the congestion and sore-throat I'm speaking through. I palm at my belly, feeling no give beneath my palm.

“That's just the sickness talking. Appetite or not, you need to eat.” You mutter, coming back with the re-heated soup.

Before I can grab the spoon to feed myself, you've already taken it into your hand and are bringing a spoonful to my lips. I squirm away from it and pat at my tummy, hoping you'll get the message. I wince at the slight jostling to my bloated belly. My stomach is visibly distended and it feels completely full despite the fact that the soup is still in the bowl. I feel very water-logged, as though the soup is already in my belly despite it very clearly being in the bowl. My stomach grumbles angrily at the patting and I quickly stop, swallowing back against the sudden nausea.

I gesture to your dinner, ignored on the other end of the table.

“You first.” You say, leaning closer to continue spoon-feeding me the unwanted soup. “You must be hungry. It's dinner-time, babe. You made this for yourself at 1PM—you sent a picture. Same bowl and everything.” You had left a note, instructing me to text you when I got up and when I got around to eating. Had I not sent proof of being awake and eating, you would have gone out of your way to pick up something on the way home with which to feed to me.

I gag more than a couple of times before the bowl finally empties. Every breath comes with a wet little 'slap' lapping at the back of my throat as I swallow back against the hot liquid trying to escape my bloated tummy.

A short, sharp, and very wet sounding belch erupts from my belly, unbidden. I slap a hand over my mouth, willing myself not to be sick.

“Oh? Is your belly full?” You tease. I nod, one hand still clapped over my mouth and the other resting on the side of my distended belly as I feel the soup tickling at my throat. I feel like a thermometer in a children's science-class—with the liquid-y contents rising and falling rapidly, being manipulated by people that don't care to understand what's actually going on inside. I feel very much like an abused thermometer, like any second now something's going to crack and spew dangerous liquid absolutely everywhere.

“I think someone deserves some tummy rubs. You did so good, finishing all that soup.” You coo at me as you help me stand.

We slowly make our way to the couch. It's a short distance, but it takes us maybe four times as long as normal to reach it as I stumble, cradling my belly and doubling over every time I feel like I'm about to let everything out. 'Bloated' is an understatement for how ridiculously, painfully full my stomach feels. Imagine filling a glass of water to the absolute brim, liquid forming a meniscus just above the rim of the glass. That is basically how my belly feels in this moment—filled to the point of overflowing, with the liquid constantly threatening to spill over as we move across our apartment.

Your hand brushes across my belly and I hiss, moaning as my mouth floods with something hot and salty. You slide your hand over my belly, not really applying any pressure, but even that light touch is enough to disturb the delicate balance inside of me.

“B-Babe...nnngh...t-that really doesn't feel good on my—o-on my—ulp--on my tummy.” I murmur, stopping to swallow back some hot, sour liquid in the middle of my statement. “Ooooh...n-no rubs...p-please? Too much—urp---p-pressure.” I can't believe I'm refusing belly rubs...but I'm too full. My stomach is rock-solid beneath our palms even though it feels like it's full of liquid.

Even the idea of sitting down on the couch in front of us fills me with dread. Bending at the waist at all sounds like a very, very bad idea right now. My belly feels bloated enough to spontaneously rupture all on it's own and I really don't want to test the durability of my stomach. My own hand is barely skimming my clothed belly, careful to be there just to sort of guard my achingly full belly rather than actually touch it.

“Nonsense! There's nothing a little belly rub can't fix!” You exclaim, slapping me playfully on the back as you do so. The shockwave of the slap reverberates through my bloated belly and my mouth floods with hot soup even as you push your other hand incessantly on the achiest part of my belly as you apply what you believe is a sure-fire way to fix my digestive issues. Either way, my stomach has decided that it's done feeling so full-up. Something's going to give, and it's going to give very, very quickly.

[faerii-shin]

"When it's Time" Part 3, Finale

Tooru Oikawa x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary : Time, it goes and runs out. However, his love for you never does and never ever will. Because his heart, is all yours.

warnings : none

genre : self doubt, lost of confidence, sfw and ofc fluff as well

word count: 1,006 words 5,530 characters

a/n : f/n - friend's name { Also ur siblings with Iwaizumi } After a month, finally! Here's "When it's Time" Part 3 🤍

A week has passed and you were cured of your fever. Within that one week, you had to stay home from school. However and nevertheless, Iwaizumi and Oikawa took care of you once their practice was over in the afternoon. Oikawa would sleep with you whenever you felt like dozing off and Iwaizumi, as the older brother he was, prepped warm, delicious food to your liking. Now that you're back attending classes, you caught up immediately with the lessons. Which got you back on track right away. "Y/N-san!" A voice called out to you. "Oikawa! Hajime!" You replied back in the same tone. You walked up to them smiling. Standing in front of them you asked, "You guys need something? I just finished my last class for today, but I'm guessing you both still have practice." "We do, but it's actually our break right now. We were just passing by." Iwaizumi replied. "Also, next time bring an umbrella with you Y/N-chan. I wouldn't want to see you sick again." Oikawa said in a worried yet glad tone. "Or maybe you should get sick again, not a fever though, so I can take of you once more." He adds, winking slightly at you." "Don't you dare flirt with my sister, idiot." Iwaizumi said hitting him lightly on the shoulder. *chuckles with a hint of pink spread across your face* "Thank you for taking care of me, really. I appreciate your concern as well." As you look at Oikawa, you were wondering if he was stating true feelings or just playing with your heart since it looked like he has changed his whole personality towards you. "Boys, back to the court now!" You hear their coach calling them, which somewhat breaks the moment. "Oh, we have to go. See you later, Y/N." They say, heading to the volleyball court. You wave at them before heading out, yet when you turned around, you saw your best friend shocked as ever. "How long have you been standing there, F/N?" You say to her with curiosity. "T-that you don't need to know, but that was Oikawa...!" She tells you highly surprised. "Yes? And what about it?" You ask F/N. "I-i thought you hated him? I guess I was wrong." She answers you with a grin. The blush on your face started to turn tinted, into a bright pink. *laughs* "Y/N, you've fallen hard. I hope he catches you though." F/N says, teasing you a bit more. "Oh shut up!" You told her. "Anyways, what do you think about coming over to my house today?" You friend asks you. "Oh, sure! I'll just tell Hajime. One moment." You respond, taking your phone out as you proceed to message your brother. "Alright, finished. Let's go!" You say, rushing out with excitement dragging her along. After the small hangout, you texted your brother to come pick you up. Minutes later, someone arrived and came up to you. "Hi Y/N-chan!" Oikawa says as he reaches out his hand motioning for you to give him your school bag. "Oh, hi Oikawa. Where's Hajime?" You ask him in confusion wondering why he isn't with him. "We went to your house and he decided that he wanted to take a shower. So he told me to pick you up." He replied. While you were walking home with him, you noticed your favorite restaurant ahead. *stomach growls* "Looks like you're hungry, little cutie." Oikawa says with a smirk. *sighs* "I wasn't able to eat, so I guess I am. Can we eat there?" You ask him pointing at the restaurant near you. A bit of hesitation, but he agreed. Anything for you and you alone.

Later on, he pays for the food and brings it outside where you both are seated. As you enjoy the food, you were starting to feel a bit cold and tried to brush it off. Oikawa noticed that. "Don't just brush it off like it's nothing, Y/N." He says, as he slowly takes off his jacket and places it on you. "I wouldn't want my little cutie to catch cold. Mmm?" You got a bit flustered and did your best to stutter out a reply. "W-what about you?" You ask him.. "Don't worry about me, you're more important and that's what matters." He tells you, patting your head. "Plus, Iwa-chan wouldn't be happy if you got sick a second time and if we were caught together." "Enjoy, while it lasts." Was his last words before going back to his seat to continue eating. After you eat, he takes your hand and you leave the restaurant.

You both walk home admiring the setting sun before you. The scene ends, however, when you hear you brother's voice. "Y/N, what took you so long!?" "And as for you, step away from my sister this instant." Iwaizumi says, nearly closing the door on his face. "Wait Haji! Let me talk to him. Please?" You tell him, holding the door tightly. "Fine! You better be quick because I am watching you two." You take Oikawa outside and once there, slowly look at the ground. But, he put his hand on your chin and brought your face up to meet his eyes. He then went down to your level and gave you a kiss. Soon pulling away so that you both can catch your breath. "Thank you for today, Y/N-chan. I have one more request for you." "Will you be my girlfriend?" He says, eagerly waiting for a response. "You know what Tooru. No isn't even an option here." You tell him, marking this to be one of the happiest moments in your life. "Finally. Finally." "I can't believe it." He exclaims. How long have you been waiting for this then?" You said, letting out a light chuckle. "Not sure, it just feels like an eternity." He replied, with a smile made across his face; And his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Tooru." "Always and forever, now that it's time."

The End. Thank you so much for being patient in waiting for this story to come to a close !

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Sick day | Leo×Sick!Reader

▪︎Sumary

You've been sick for a couple of days, Leo takes care of your sassy ass

❥Type: Fanfic

 ❥Characters: Leo Reader

 ❥Reader's pronouns: no mention

 ❥Relationship: Neutral (can be read as platonic or romantic

 ❥Autor notes: This is the request I lost because I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to use tumblr. Anyways the request was about Leo taking care of a sick reader, cause asker was sick (by the way, I hope you're better, if you're not...oof lmao/j), I hope this satisfied you. Also sorry for the wait and more because is really short, this is based on my own experiences of being sick, and I vave just been really sick like 2 or 3 times

Besides from that, english is not my first language, if you find any mistake in grammar, translation or sentences that don't make sense, please let me know, I would be grateful.

Warning: Mention of death (playfully), swearing, kinda short, things that come with being sick (pills, coughing, fever) mention of soup (soup haters dni/hj), fluff, online translator help

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It was a really bad day, you were glued to the bed due to a cold, you swear it wasn’t a big deal, but the thermometer says otherwise, you have been sick for a few days now, getting better, yes, but feeling like shit either way. You decided to check your social media to kill boredom before it killed you. A notification popped up while you were looking at some posts

Leo: How ya doin?

You: Still sick  :(

My head’s gonna explode

Leo: Lmao

Want me to come over?

You: WHY U LAUGHING??

Oh sure

Leo: omw :D

You put your phone aside for a moment, closing your eyes thinking that a little nap while waiting for Leo wouldn’t be bad. Before you could fully relax a sudden noise make you jump, sitting in your bed due to the panic, a green figure was standing in the door, dressing all black with what looked like a science book with a cross draw with sharpie in the cover in his right hand and a plastic bag in the other, it was Leo, who decide opening your bedroom door in the normal way just wasn’t for him and instead almost destroyed it.  You quickly change from a scared expression to an annoyed one, your forgot that this turtle can teleport

“Today we are here to say farewell to our beloved y/n, who was a- ugh" The red-eared slider couldn’t finish his speech when a pillow land on his face

“...Get the hell out of my house” Just as you said that, you turned your back, pulling the blanket over your face you were happy in the turtle presence, that’s just how your dynamic was

Leo then made an outrageous expression, putting his hand against his plastron and gasping so loud and dramatically that you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbor had heard him “first of all, rude. Second of all”  he throw the book somewhere in your room while he walked up to your bed “I was gonna give you something but since little y/n here doesn't like ky presence, I would keep it” he make the plastic bag sound

You uncover your face to see “what is it?” you said as you sat on your bed, he gives you the bag and you looked inside

“I assumed that you haven’t eat yet, so I bring you some treats” He was right, you haven’t eat all day, not because you weren’t hungry but because you couldn’t bring yourself to get up the bed and make something

"Thanks, Leon”, you thanked him while looking a little closer to the plastic bag content, inside there were a few of your favorite snacks along with some drinks, you take a water bottle, it was starting to feel like you were dying from dehydration, cold water was just what you needed at the moment

“How's your fever?” The turtle touched your forehead trying to take your temperature 

“mmh…it did get a little better yesterday, but I think it got worse today” You sounded resigned, you took a big sip from the drink, leaving almost half in the bottle

“There’s ice cream there too” Leo took the bag from your hands, pulling an ice cream cup that was at the bottom, your favorite of course “We should really try to lower your temperature, or else I'll have to plan your funeral for real” both laughed at the comment

“Please throw the bouquet at the end, I wanna see who’s next” your laughs got increased, but you had to stop after starting coughing, making your head hurt

Leo looked worried "Don't you have some pills or something that you can take?"

It did takes you a few second and a deep breath to talk "I think there's some paracetamol in the bathroom's mirror"

"I'll go get them, don't die"

"I'll try" you felt like the world was spinning, being sick was the worst, you heard Leo making sound in the bathroom, you weren't a quiet person and small noises weren't a problem for you, but now just the sound of the cabinet makes your ears hurts

Leo once again enter the room, in a more normal way now "here found them" he was speaking in his usual tone, but for some reason you feel it so loud

You grumbled as you take the pills and put them in your mouth, the taste of pills wasn't really your favorite, so you take a big sip of water before you could feel the bitter in your tongue

Leo looked worried for a moment “Sleep a little, you have to rest” Leo’s voice sounded softer, making you think of a purring cat. He took the things from your hands leaving them on the nightstand next to your bed so you could get a little more comfortable

“Thanks Lee, love ya” You made a heart with your hands, smiling softly

“me too, y/n” He mirrored your gesture, smiling at you while leaving the room, closing the door behind him.  

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You woke up, you didn’t know how long you slept, the sky in your window began to darken, you felt better, your headache almost gone. You sat to try and find your phone and check the time, but by doing so a wet towel fell on your lap, it seems that it was placed on your forehead, you took it, trying to figure out how it get there. Your head didn't hurt anymore, and your body felt a little more cooler

While you were thinking, the door opened up, it was Leo once again.

The mutant turtle had a tray with a bowl of soup in his hands, noticing you were awake, he smiled at you “I was just gonna wake you up, do you feel better?”

You nodded “What’s that?” you pointed to the bowl of soup

“Soup”

“Where did ya get that?”

“I made it myself for you” the turtle made an arrogance expression, he was proud of himself

“You know how to cook?” Your face was full of disbelief

“...I’m not gonna take care of you never again” You couldn’t help but chuckled at the answer while he pretend to tleave just to walked towards you immediately “Eat it, I have to go already, it’s getting late and I don’t want your parents to find me”

“oh…”You sounded a little bit too disapointed

“I can stay if you beg me” Leo smiled mockingly

“No, thanks.” your response was curt, once again making you both laugh “Message me when you get home and…if it’s okay…could you take care of me tomorrow again?”

“sure” 

[tails89]

In the morning I'll be better

Bad things happen bingo - Fevers

Buddie - 2k

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It's unsurprising when Buck is finally taken down.

And he goes down hard. 

The flu had spread through the house, starting with Chris who'd brought it home from school and followed shortly by Eddie. 

When it finally reaches Buck, it doesn't ease him into it. There are no warning signs, no tickle in the back of his throat. On Thursday he's fine; walking into burning buildings, and happy to have his partner back at his side. On Friday morning he wakes feeling like he's been hit by a truck.

The bed shifts and an arm snakes across Buck’s waist. 

"God, you're so warm." The words are accompanied by a soft huff of amusement. 

"'m freezing," Buck mutters, turning into the embrace. His body aches like he's done a full workout and his bad leg feels stiff and sore, but Eddie’s warmth chases some of the chill away. 

A hand creeps in under his shirt, coming to rest on Buck's stomach. 

"Huh." Buck can hear the smug grin in his boyfriend's tone. "What was that you were saying the other day? 'Immune system of steel', my ass. You’re sick.”

He sits up, withdrawing his hand so he can lay it over Buck's forehead.

"Yeah, laugh it up," Buck groans, knocking Eddie's hand away. "I still lasted longer than you." He sits up slowly, his head pounding at the change in position. 

"Mm, not sure that's much of an achievement," Eddie says, his voice soft and sympathetic. "Stay there, I'll go see what we've got left in the medicine cabinet."

The bed dips and shifts as Eddie stands, and the soft footfalls fade as he disappears down the hall.

With a congested sigh, Buck drags a hand up his face to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It doesn't help the pounding behind his eyes, but he stays like that until Eddie returns and presses two tablets into his hand. 

"Here." There's a glass of water in Eddie's other hand, and Buck takes it, swallowing the pills and wincing at the drag on his inflamed throat. 

"Thanks." 

It's still early, so they settle back down in bed together. 

"I've already messaged Bobby," Eddie tells him, handing over another glass of water. "He's going to arrange a cover for you."

Buck nods, taking the glass and setting it on the table.

"What? You're not going to fight me on this?" Eddie teases, paying up a seat.

"I barely made it to the kitchen from the bedroom," Buck says, shaking his head. "This thing has knocked me on my ass."

"Yeah, it's not fun." Eddie pushes Buck's glass closer. "You should drink this," he says, standing. "I'm going to wake Chris."

Alone in the kitchen, Buck lets his head drop, resting it in his hands. He can feel the congestion building in his chest, crackling in the back of his throat on every breath. 

"Buck?"

His head jerks up and he turns— too fast— to glance at Chris. 

"Dad said you're not feeling good." He crosses the kitchen, one hand on the wall for support. "I could stay home with you, if you want?"

He looks so hopeful, and Buck can help the tired grin that pulls at his lips. Only days ago Chris had been begging to go back to school. 

"No cupcakes today?" Buck asks, his voice cracking. 

"No." Chris sighs, his whole body slumping. "I've got a math test."

"Mm, not sure how your dad'll feel about you skipping school," Buck tells him. "You've missed so much already."

"Yeah, I know." Chris doesn't seem too disappointed by it. "It was worth a try."

Buck watches as Chris goes to the pantry, finding the things he needs for breakfast. 

"You hungry?" A hand drops onto Buck's shoulder, the thumb kneading at the base of his neck, and he tips his head back to look at Eddie.

"Not really." He knows he should eat something, while his stomach feels relatively settled. "I think I could manage some toast."

The warm hand on his back trails across his shoulder, then it's gone, leaving a cold shiver in its wake.

He's quiet through breakfast, listening to Chris and Eddie chat about the upcoming weekend. 

Eddie's got a twenty-four-hour shift— they were both supposed to be working— and guilt churns in Buck's belly knowing that someone else will have to be called in on their day off. It can't be helped, he knows that, but he can't shake the idea that he's letting the team down. 

"Go brush your teeth, mijo." Buck winces at the loud scrape of Chris' chair against the tiled floor. "I'll drop you off on my way in." Eddie collects their bowls before turning to Buck. "He's probably going to ask Pepa to bring him here after school," he says, and Buck nods. 

With both of them working, Chris was originally going to spend the night with Pepa before they picked him up on their way home in the morning.

"It's fine," Buck tells him. "Always happy to have him around." And it's true. Chris might not be Buck's kid, but he loves him like his own.

"You'll message me if you change your mind?" Eddie asks. "Or if you need anything. I'm sure Pepa would love nothing more than to dote on you."

Buck cracks a smile at the thought. 

"I will."

*

Buck doesn't move from the table until long after Eddie and Chris have left the house. 

He stands slowly, gripping the table when the movement gives him a head rush, and decides he's never going to let himself get sick ever again. 

It would be so easy just to fall back into bed right now, but there's dirty laundry sitting in the hamper and a number of other chores that had been put off during the week. The least he could do is throw on a load of laundry before going back to bed. 

With the soft rumble of the washing machine playing white noise in the background, Buck crawls back into bed, pulling the covers tightly around his freezing body.

He ends up dozing off, falling into a fitful sleep that lasts hours? Days? He doesn't know. He's lost all track of time when the incessant buzzing of his phone forces him to claw his way back to the surface. 

"Eddie?" His voice grates against his irritated throat as he answers the call. 

"You sound awful."

"Mm." Buck rolls onto his back  dragging a hand through his sweaty hair. "Feel awful." 

"Do you want me to come home?"

Buck laughs, low and croaky. "Who's overreacting now?" And then he has to smother a cough. "Seriously, Eds. I'm fine. Just gonna sleep some more."

"Okay," Eddie says, still sounding unconvinced but he doesn't push it. "Try and drink something. I'll call you later. Love you."

Buck mumbles back something that resembles "love you too" and disconnects the call. 

Down the hall he can hear the washing machine beeping to remind him it's full of wet clothes, but the laundry feels too far away to do anything about it.

He's not proud of the sound he makes when he swings his legs off the bed to stand. It's a noise an old person might make, but it definitely came from Buck's mouth. 

He grabs the water bottle from the bed, shuffling as far as the bathroom next door to fill it before falling back into bed. 

It doesn't take long to drift off again. 

The next time he wakes it's to a hand on his shoulder and a soft but insistent voice.

"—wait, I think he's waking—" 

Buck thinks there might be some Spanish mixed in but he can't keep up with the words.

"Pepa?" He frowns, his voice croaking. "What—?"

"You weren't answering your phone," she admonishes gently. "Eddie asked me to check on you."

Buck doesn't understand. Pepa was supposed to be picking up Chris, what is she—

"Christopher is here," she tells him, as if reading Buck’s thoughts. "He's in his room."

"What time is it?" Buck sits up, reaching for his phone to check his messages. The screen flashes bright, and he winces, turning down the brightness before scrolling through Eddie's increasingly insistent messages. 

"A little after four," Pepa tells him. She has her phone back to her ear, talking to someone— Eddie probably— "No, I'll stay. Yes, I'll call you if I need anything."

"You don't have to do that," Buck says, slowly. He's already taken up too much of her afternoon.

"You must be crazy if you think I'm leaving you like this." Pepa puts down her phone. "Or maybe sicker than I thought." Her tone is light and teasing as she moves back from the bed. 

“I just don’t want you to waste your afternoon,” Buck tells her, following Pepa out into the living room. 

“My afternoon is never wasted with my boys,” Pepa replies, fussing over Buck when he drops down onto the couch. 

He has to admit, it’s nice. His parents had never been ones to fuss over their kids, even when he or Maddie were sick. 

"You should respond to Eddie, so he knows you're alive," Pepa says, gesturing to the phone still clutched in Buck’s hand. "I'm going to see what we have to work with in the fridge."

With a small smile, Buck shoots off a quick 'not dead' to Eddie and puts his phone away.

There are soft footsteps in the hall as Chris approaches. 

“Hey Buck.” He leans against the back of the couch. “Are you feeling better now?”

"Mm, a bit." Buck lets his head tip against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. His head throbs in time with his heartbeat, so he keeps his eyes closed even as the cushions shift beside him. 

“You want to watch a movie?”

“Sure.” Cracking open one eye, Buck nods. “What do you want to watch?”

“Shrek?”

The TV flickers on and Buck shuts his eyes against the glare. Surrounded by the soft sounds of the TV and the patter of Pepa in the kitchen, he ends up falling asleep and dozes on and off for the rest of the evening. 

At some point Pepa wakes him, bringing him something to eat, but his stomach is too unsettled to eat much more than a few bites. 

He shuffles himself off to bed not long after. 

*

He wakes up when his breath catches in his chest, tickling along the back of his throat and he's coughing. He can feel the gunk shifting in his chest between every wheezing breath, clogging his lungs.

"Buck?"

There's a figure in the doorway, but his world has narrowed down to one singular focus— drawing in a breath that doesn't feel like it's trying to choke him.

The bed dips and Buck turns towards the warm body.

"Told you you didn't have to come home," Buck gasps, his voice low.

“My shift’s over, Buck.” Eddie’s hand rubs circles into the space between his heaving shoulders. "I just got back."

Buck can hear the concern in his voice and knows if he looks up he'll see it echoed on Eddie's face. 

“Oh.” He reaches for Eddie to drag at his shirt. “You should come to bed then.” 

There's a twin thunk of Eddie's boots hitting the carpet, then he's pulling his legs up to lie on the bed. 

"So warm," Buck mutters, his voice croaking as he tucks himself into Eddie's side. 

"Speak for yourself," Eddie tells him. "You're still feverish."

Buck can feel Eddie's hand on the back of his neck, massaging circles into the heated skin. 

“You can say it,” Buck mumbles, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m hot.”

Eddie’s amused huff is a warm puff of air against Buck’s forehead. 

"Maybe a bit delirious," he teases, settling in among the rumpled sheets. "Get some more rest,  I'll be here if you need anything."

Sleep is already pulling at him, and as he drifts off Buck’s final thought is that he's got everything he needs right here. 

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

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TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry. 

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

[jojo-at-his-computer]

Okay, @joliejolyne, this idea is so adorable!

Mikitaka X Reader: Lovesick

"Hey Miki, wanna stop by the ice cream place?"

Classes had just ended for the day and you met your friend Mikitaka Hazekaru at the lockers. Well he said his real name is Nu Mikitakazo Nshi, he claims he's an alien who came to Earth after he planet got destroyed. You decided it was just easier to call him Miki, a nickname he grew to like. Josuke and Okuyasu still weren't sure if he was an alien or a Stand user who thinks he's an alien, but you reasoned that, hey, if vampires and Stand users exist, there's no reason aliens couldn't too, so you have him the benefit of the doubt and played along. As strange as he is, you loved your alien bud. It was a nice day, now that school is over, the weekend has started, so you thought it would be fun to have a picnic at Morioh Park.

You two left the school and headed to the ice cream shop. But when you get there, the shop was closed due to broken ice cream machine.

"Ah rats!" you exclaimed. "I was hoping to get some ice cream." Mikitaka smiled and opened his bag.

"Don't worry (name)," said Miki. "I brought some of my own just in case." and sure enough he produced two cones of his own. You forgot that sometimes he keeps weird stuff in his bags.

"Oh boy, what flavor?" you ask him.

"I've got two cones of the cream mixed with red Earth berries and covered with a sweet brown syrup that hardened, surrounded by a cone." answered Miki, unsure what the actual flavor was.

"Ooh chocolate covered strawberry! I love it!" you exclaimed as you took the cone. You and Miki opened your cones as you walked to your house to grab the sandwiches you made. You bit of into your cone breaking the chocolate shell. It was delicious! "Wow this is amazing, thank you!" Miki smiled, a slight redness spreading on his cheeks.

"I'm glad the cream of ice was satisfactory." Miki looked a bit troubled for a second.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "Did you get a brain freeze? That can happen when you eat cold foods, but it'll be better in a few seconds." Miki shook his head.

"No, my brain didn't freeze, but I do feel a bit peculiar. Maybe I'm just hungry." he reasoned. You understood and nodded, you felt a bit hungry yourself but didn't realize it until you finished your ice cream cone. The two of you had just arrived at your house.

"I'll be right back, I've got the sandwiches and stuff inside." You gave your friend a hug, which seemed to surprise him. Rushing to the fridge, you grabbed the sandwiches you made the night before, a few soda pops, and a bag of Doritos and stuffed them into a small picnic basket, and ran outside. "Let's go!" you exclaimed, "Off to the park!"

When you arrived to the park, you and your alien friend sat under a shady tree, it was a warm day, but a cool breeze stirred up once in awhile, which felt good under the shade of the tree. You ate your sandwiches, but you noticed Miki had only taken a bite or two from his. He had this troubled look to him as if he was thinking of something.

"Hey Miki, do you not like the sandwich?" you asked. "I can switch it for another flavor. Miki shook his head.

"No no!" he exclaimed, "It tastes amazing, really. But I seem to have lost my appetite."

"Well what's eating ya?" you asked. Mikitaka looked at you with confusion.

"Nothing's eating me." he answered. "I'm still here and not being eatened." Whoops. You forgot he doesn't understand certain expressions.

"Sorry." you quickly apologized, "It's an Earth saying. I asked if something was wrong."

"Oh! I see." he answered smiling a little, "I'm not sure." He suddenly looked serious, "I didn't want to scare you earlier, but I may have picked up an Earth sickness. I've been feeling different for about a few weeks, nothing like I've felt before on my home planet. I thought I was better for awhile today, but sometime around when I gave you the cream, I felt it again. I knew you've been wanting to plan this picnic, so I didn't want to cancel, I'm sorry."

"Well Miki, of you're not feeling well, I don't want to make you feel worse, coming out when you're sick." you said. You were a bit worried for your alien friend. "Here, try telling me what's wrong, maybe it's not so serious."

"Well," he paused, "It's difficult for me to describe clearly, but I'll attempt it. I feel similar feelings to nervousness, but I also feel warm inside. Not the same as when you have a fever, but more like when you eat hot food. Though sometimes it feels like the heat also rises to my cheeks. Sometimes the palms of my hands feel like they're wet and unsteady. A few times I've had trouble sleeping, or eating." he said motioning to his half eaten sandwich. You thought of his symptoms. These sound familiar. Wait a minute.

"Just out of curiosity, when these feelings occur, do you think of a certain specific person?"

"Yes I do," answered Miki.

"And do you feel like you can't get that person out of your mind, does it drive you crazy, but at the same time, you feel weirdly pleasant, like you really like this person so much?

"Why yes, that's right!" answered Miki. You couldn't help it, you ended up bursting out laughing, confusing Mikitaka.

"I don't understand why you're laughing." said Miki "Did I say something that's funny to Earth humans?" you calmed down.

"I'm sorry Miki, I shouldn't have laughed, that was impolite." you said, "See, I was worried you were sick at first, but after what you told me, I have some good news, you're not sick at all, you're perfectly healthy. Miki, you've got a crush! You're falling in love with someone!" Miki looked like he understood.

"So I'm not sick after all!" he realized. "This makes sense. I've never experienced these feelings before."

"Does your species fall on love?" you asked.

"They do sometimes," he answered, "I've just never myself specifically felt this way about anyone. Have you ever felt these feelings?" he asked you. You were a bit nervous to say, but Miki was your crush. An oddball, but you loved the way he looks at things on Earth that are normal to everyone else, finding beauty and interest with even the most mundane items, and he had an odd, handsome, exotic look to him. It was your turn to blush.

"Yes, I've felt this way." you answered. "Sometimes these feelings do feel weird, and it can make you feel like you're sick. Us Earth humans have a nickname for it, love sickness!"

"Love sickness?" said Miki, "It is kinda funny. How do you get these weird feelings to stop?"

"Sometimes it helps to talk about the person you like." you suggested. "You can tell me, I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Well," Miki began, "the person I feel the love sickness for is," he pauses, "well, it's you!" This took you by surprise.

"Are you for real?" you ask, hoping you heard him right.

"Yes, I am being for the real. You give me the weird feelings." he answered, the blush on his face deepening. "So what do you think of that?" You surprise him enveloping him in a hug.

"I've been wanting to you the same thing!" you shouted. A warm smile appeared on Miki's face.

"I think I feel a lot better now (name)!" said Miki. His appetite invigorated, the two of you continued your picnic.

"Ooops, we're out of sandwiches." you exclaim.

"No we are not!" said Miki, pulling two katsu sandwiches out of his bag. Oh Miki! You tried a bite of the sandwich, it was even better than the katsu sandwiches from St. Gentleman's!

"This is so yummy!!! Does your bag have TARDIS technology or something?" you asked him.

"What's a TARDIS?" asked Miki. You laughed.

"There's a TV show from Britain I like called Doctor Who." you explained, "It's about a time traveler called The Doctor, he's an alien like you are, and his time machine, the TARDIS, is sorta like his spaceship. On the outside it looks like a blue box, but it's really big on the inside. It's an interesting show, maybe we can watch it sometime."

"I'd love to watch the show with you." said Miki. "What do Earth people do when they're in love?" he wondered.

"Well, they do lots of things to spend time together." you answered. "We could go to the movies, or the mall, spend the day at the amusement park, go out to eat for dinner, or," you motion around, "have a picnic like what we're doing now, or even something simple like renting a video and watching it together. There's all sorts of things we can do."

"I'd like to try all those things with you." he said beaming. You wrapped him in a hug and planted a kiss on his lips.

"What's that you just did?" asked Mikitaka.

"Oh, that's a kiss!" you replied, "It's what Earth couples do to express love."

"May we try that again (name)?" asked Miki, "I wasn't prepared for this kiss to happen." You giggled.

"Of course we can." you answered, and you kissed him again, this one ended up being slower and longer. The sun began setting in the distance, wrapping the two of you in the glow of the sunset.

"It's getting darker," said Miki embracing you. "Let's clean up and I can walk you to your house."

"Thank you Miki" you tell him, "I'd like that." After taking a few minutes to clean up, the two of you walk back to your house, the sky almost dark and the first few stars popping out.

"Maybe tomorrow we could go to a place to eat." suggested Miki, "Or we could see that doctor program you mentioned earlier." You giggled.

"Doctor Who." you corrected. "And we can do both of those things since there's no school tomorrow! Maybe even go to the bookstore too. Would noon be okay?"

"That sounds wonderful (name)." answered Miki. He kissed you on the lips and embraced you again. You waved goodbye as you went back into your house.

"See you tomorrow Miki! I love you!"

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

Hi Buddy! I hope you've had a good week! I'm about to send you another ficlet, again in four parts. It's a kid fic, and the pairing and setting is more ambiguous, so pick your favorite Doctor and imagine it's them! It could also be canon verse or an AU. And again, let me know if one of the parts didn't go through, and I'll re-send it :)

(¼) Rose quietly ladled out the fresh chicken soup she had just made into two small bowls before pouring two cups of water and grabbing two different sets of flu medicine. She piled all of this onto a tray and made her way down the hallway and to the master bedroom. When she opened the door, she saw her husband was awake and cradling their sleeping four year old against his chest.

(2/4) Both of their faces were pink and sweaty, and when he turned to look at her when she entered, she saw his eyes were bleary and bloodshot. “How are you feeling, love?” she asked, stepping into the room. He shrugged, and when he spotted the tray of steaming soup in her hands, he slowly worked himself into a seated position. Their daughter awoke, and her face scrunched before she worked herself into a coughing fit.

(¾) Both parents winced when they heard the deep, rattling coughs coming from their daughter’s chest. She collapsed back against her dad when she’d finished, utterly exhausted. “Hi, baby,” Rose whispered, setting the tray on the bedside table before she scooted into bed beside her husband. She wiped her daughter’s hair out of her eyes while simultaneously checking her fever; Rose sighed when her daughter’s forehead was still too hot for comfort. “I’ve got some yummy soup. Are you hungry?“

(4/4) Rose coaxed their daughter into eating a few mouthfuls of her dinner while her husband slowly worked on swallowing down his own dinner. When they’d had enough, Rose set the bowls back on the tray then worked on getting medicine into her family. Their daughter dutifully swallowed down the teaspoon of medicine, then Rose kissed her temple and bundled her back into bed. Then she took the tray, left the water in the bedroom, and she turned around to let her ill family rest.

Aww!!!  Poor sick family :(  At least the two sickies have Rose to take care of them.  I’m picturing Ten/TenToo, and he must be really feeling bad if he doesn’t even say anything.  Mom’s homemade soup should do the trick though :)

This was so sweet - thanks for sharing! @dwinboxbuddies