#im feeling full of the head cold but this is like a warm soup for my sinuses

[lovegalor333]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

sick day (next part)

summary: you’re sick and paige looks after you

content warnings: none!

mainly because im sick and dying rn and wish someone would look after me lol 🥲

“You said you had a slight cold, Y/N. This is not a slight cold, you look like death.” Paige says as she looks at you from the end of your bed.

You’re bundled up under your covers shivering and the light Paige just turned on hurts your eyes so you keep them closed, not wanting to worsen your already brain splitting headache.

“It is a cold.” You grumble, your throat hurting with every word.

“Uh huh, that’s why you haven’t moved a muscle since I’ve been stood here, when usually I can’t even make it through the door without you being in my arms.” She says matter of factly and she’s right. Whenever Paige comes over, you’re practically bouncing at the door waiting for her and tackle her into a hug as soon as she comes into sight.

“I’m fine, just tired.” You try and lie but Paige knows you better than that and you know her well enough to know she’s about to challenge you.

“Come here then.” She remarked and you peeled your eyes open, squinting at the bright light to see her stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a knowing look on her face but you was not about to admit defeat.

You begrudgingly flipped the duvet off your body, arms aching at the slightest of movement and you manoeuvre your body to the edge of the bed before bracing yourself to stand. Your legs were weak and wobbly as you took small steps towards Paige and just as you were about to reach her and prove her wrong, your knees buckled beneath you and she lurched forward, catching you in her arms.

“Easy baby, it’s OK, I got you. Let’s get you back to bed.” Paige says, effortlessly hooking one arm under your legs and the other around your back, lifting you off the floor to carry you back to the safe surface of your mattress.

“You’re burning hot too, Y/N. I think you have a fever.” She notes as she lays you back down, the back of her hand coming in contact with your forehead, then your neck and finally your chest.

“But I’m so cold, I can’t get warm.” You mumble, burying yourself back under your duvet trying to stop the shivers taking over your body.

“Definitely a fever. I’ll be back. Stay here.” She tells you, fixing the duvet over your body as you had done a bad job doing it yourself.

“Do you think I can go anywhere?”

“Sick but still got an attitude, that’s my girl.”

You drift in and out of sleep while Paige is gone and your headache only worsens and you hope she comes back soon because you need a drink but you can’t move. Your limbs feel like lead and your head spins at the smallest of movements.

You hear the front door to your apartment open and close and the taps of familiar footsteps walking towards your room and you immediately know it’s your girlfriend and you’re thankful you’re no longer alone because you genuinely feel like you’re dying.

“You’re back.” You whisper and your voice comes out low and weak you barely even recognise it.

“And I brought supplies.” Paige announces and you flutter your eyes open and she’s holding a huge bag, packed full with God knows what.

“Tylenol, DayQuil and NightQuil, Gatorade because you need electrolytes, soup, tissues, herbal tea, oranges for vitamin C, your favourite candy and water because I just know you’ve not been drinking enough.” She reels off what she bought as she lays it out on your bed.

Paige helps you sit up, propping up your pillows behind your back for support. She pops a few pills into her hand and unscrews the cap of a bottle of water, “Open up.” She says and you’re in no position to argue so you open your mouth and she drops the medicine inside before bringing the bottle up to your lips for you to take a sip.

“Thank you.” You croak out and she just shakes her head, “I wish you would have told me you were this bad. I would have been here straight away.”

“I didn’t want to worry you…or being a burden.” You admit and she sits on the edge of the bed, her hands taking yours, “You are not a burden. Far from it. I want to help you get better, just let me.” She practically begs and you could cry. You were so used to looking after yourself and always being the one to take care of others, it felt foreign being on the receiving end of such selfless actions.

“I’m going to make you some tea and soup. You think you can handle that?” She asks, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Maybe just the tea?” You suggest not feeling particularly hungry.

“OK, but soup later because you have to eat, Y/N.” She insists before taking the pack of tea to make you a cup.

Paige returns with a huge mug of hot tea and a damp cloth, “For the fever.” She says placing it on your head and even though you feel freezing cold, your teeth are chattering, the cool cloth is a soothing sensation against your burning skin.

You take the tea with shaky hands and immediately take a sip, the hot liquid mellowing out the pains in your throat. Paige positions herself next to you in your bed, tucking herself under your covers. Her body next to yours is comforting after laying alone, sick and suffering for the past twenty four hours.

“I don’t want to get you sick.” You sniffle, weary that whatever illness had attacked your immune system is probably contagious.

“Don’t worry about me baby, let’s focus on getting you better.” Paige replied hooking an arm around your shoulder.

You take a few more sips of tea before placing it down on your beside table, starting to feel tired as if sitting up in bed had taken the last of your diminishing energy.

You shuffle your body down so your practically laying in Paiges lap and her hand falls to your head and she runs her fingers through your hair, repeatedly. Her actions are slow and soft and full of love, you knew you’d be asleep in seconds.

“I’m tired, P.” You mutter, feeling guilty that you were about to fall alseep, leaving your girlfriend nursing you.

“It’s OK, go to sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You give into your exhaustion at Paiges words and your eyes fall shut to the feeling of her fingers in your hair, your head on her lap and her scent being the only thing you can smell.

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a/n: don’t forget to send me requests if you have any! ily 💋

[nerdlvr]

blurb req! talking ab domestic dreamies?!? taking care of a sick dreamie makes my damn heart race 🫠 from the most independent to clingy, just being taken care of with utmost care 💔💔

i love thisss!!!! taking care of a grown ass man really does things to me 😔 thank you for the request! hope you enjoy!

❀༉‧₊˚. mark likes to laugh off his sickness, make it seem like it’s not a big deal.

but once he snuggles into bed next to you, you can feel him shiver as his body temperature rises, “you okay baby?” he’d just slowly nod as he pushes his head deeper into your neck, “i’m okay, just cold, warm me up.” you’d immediately know he’s sick and rush to get him some medicine, he’d whine once you leave but he’ll whisper out a small “thank you” as he takes his medicine. sick mark means a lot of soups and cuddles, he’s the type to stay in bed all day and force you to stay with him.

❀༉‧₊˚. renjun acts as if nothings wrong.

he’d get up to work like normal and even go out of his way to make you breakfast. but once you hear him let out a little cough you’d drag him to bed and force him to stay there. once you know renjun’s sick he’ll savor this time to make you baby him. he’d ask you to give him water and wrap him in blankets. he thinks he’s being discreet but you know his little trick. so you’d jump into bed and hold him in your arms kissing his cheeks and rubbing his back. he’d smile to himself as he falls asleep in your arms.

❀༉‧₊˚. jeno turns into a man baby when he’s sick nobody can convince me otherwise.

he’d act like he can’t get out of bed and have you do everything for him. soup? you’ve made him some, blankets? already have him wrapped up, medicine? on the bedside table ready to be taken. but he takes it one step farther. he’d ask you to spoon feed him and snuggle him up in blankets, he’ll even ask you to bring the water up to his mouth when he’s taking his medicine. he wants your full love and attention when he’s sick, he just considers it payback for all the times he’s babied you while you’re sick

❀༉‧₊˚. haechan is an absolute menace when he’s sick.

all you’d hear is him whining all day. “y/n, babyyy pleaseeee don’t go i want you to stay here and sleep with me, i can’t sleep without you” pouty lips and tears in his eyes, “hyuck baby im just getting you some water to take your medicine i’ll be back okay?” as you walk away you’d here him moan and groan, “babyyyy come back i’m dyingggg pleaseeeee come backkkk” when you come back he forces you to kiss him as an apology grabbing you tightly so you can’t leave his side, “now you stay with me let’s go to sleep okay?”

❀༉‧₊˚. jaemin keeps to himself when he’s sick.

he’s scared of worrying you too much and doesn’t want to see you panic and run around looking for things to make him feel better. he’d warn you before telling you, “it’s not that bad just a little cold i promise” and you’d try your best not to freak out knowing it’ll just make jaemin feel worse. so you’d open your arms so he could lay down on top of you, his head resting on your chest. you’d kiss his forehead and massage his head softly, “okay jaem i get it, just let me know if you need something, that’s why i’m here you know” he’d let you and little “mhm” before snuggling closer to you and lifting his head to kiss your jaw, “thank you baby right now i just want you here”

❀༉‧₊˚. chenle rarely gets sick, and when he does he usually has already passed the illness onto you.

so you’re both sick in bed taking care of each other. you’d take turns bringing medicine and food, sleeping all day and binge watching shows all night. you’d lay in bed facing each other, covers over your heads, breaths making the tiny space hot. you’d giggle and laugh at the snot running down your noses, and cough when you started to laugh too hard. “ew y/n don’t cough near me your gonna get me sick” as he blows his nose loudly.

❀༉‧₊˚. jisung is embarrassed by the fact that he’s absolutely helpless when he’s sick.

his muscles hurt, his head hurts, his throat hurts, everything is sore and he can barely get out of bed. you’re more than happy to help bringing him whatever he needs, even going as far as bathing him to relieve some of the soreness. he’d spend his whole illness blushing and covering his face, too embarrassed to look at you as you brought the soup filled spoon to his lips or when you rubbed lotion on his freshly washed tummy. “ok that’s enough lotion, please just help me put on my shirt”

[badomensgoodomens]

Noah Sebastian x Reader (fluff)

noah + illness = a literal two year old

"shh, stop fussing, im just braiding your hair"

he mumbles and groans, pulling away from you. he yelps as you tug on a strand of his brown hair. the tv plays an episode of a random anime hes been binge watching.

he finally settles, sitting between your legs as you braid. he tells you about his day, a mumbling tired mess.

"baby?" you ask, he looks up at you. "can i do your skincare perchance?"

he groans.

"stop saying perchance."

you get up, giggling, you run to the bathroom to grab your array of expensive skincare. he sighs, getting comfy. as you settle back down again he turns to ask, "this won't hurt, right?" you almost laugh.

with a shake of your head you get to work. you pull his loose bits of hair; that had fallen out of the braids, back with one of those silly headbands. he snaps a picture.

you gently apply a serum, he whines about it being cold. The wind was picking up outside, october was amongst us. red plaid, pumpkin spice and annoying children in half-ass costumes. you continue with another serum, he bundles himself into a grey blanket.

"you getting sick, babe?" you ask, rubbing moisturizer in. he grumbles, a grumpy ass man he is. you continue massaging his face until he falls asleep, you change the channel to a show youve been watching lately. rain picks up outside. your fluffy dog trots up for cuddles, he snuggles into noah, who was now fully asleep in your arms.

3 hours later you woke up to a thunderstorm, and a sniffly, grouchy noah. you usher him into your shared bedroom and put the kettle on, you prepare hot chocolate as the wind howls outside.

"baaaabe! can i have two marshmallows instead of one?" he calls out, his voice scratchy and broken.

you sigh, smiling to yourself.

you carry the two warm mugs to bedroom, noah is under a pile of blankets with the dog. "here, let me feel your forehead."

he climbs out of the pile of blankets, flushed with messy hair. you press the back of your hand to his forehead. warm.

you hum and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "ill get you some medicine, hm?"

he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his warm face on your stomach. its moments like this that truly remind you of how beautiful and raw your love is.

"what about some soup huh? chicken?"

he mumbles and tightens his hold on you.

you snicker, pulling away to look down at him.

"alright, come on lovebug. let me get you some soup and medicine hm?"

he sighs and slides away from you, he curls into your pillow.

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you come back 30 minutes later with hot soup and medicine. hes asleep.

you gently scratch his back, just tracing over his tattoos. he mumbles, stirring in his sleep. you press a gentle kiss to his back.

"mm?" he turns to face you. his cheeks are red.

"i made you soup, baby. and some medicine. sit up."

he sleepily sits up, rubbing his eyes.

he gratefully takes the soup, whispering thank yous as he soothes his sore throat. he pats the bed next to him, gesturing you closer. you scoot over, immediately overwhelmed by the heat his body was emitting. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and cuddle him back to health.

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soooooooooooooooooo sorry i forgot about you guys :c

im trying so hard to make my posts longer but its not going very well lol.. do u guys prefer short- quick ones? or like full blown chapters/stories?

let me know!!!

[mischievousmoony]

hello ! i saw that you were open for requests. could you do sick reader and james being the best bestfriend ever (and oblivious as hell) takes care of them? maybe they could be childhood friends so james doesn't realize that what he's doing in inherently romantic, like kissing reader's forehead to check their temp, giving his shoulder to them to lay on, sleeping in the same bed, and such.

AND even after reader is no longer sick, james still insist on spoon feeding them and acting like a helicopter mom.

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what a lovely idea! thank you for the request <3 i love this because earlier this summer i had a nasty sinus infection for like 3 weeks :/ i wish i had a james potter then lol also i noticed you used they/them pronouns in ur req. im not sure if you wanted gn!reader, but i think it ended up being that way anyway. i didn't need to use pronouns, or even y/n, in this fic <3

𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎

⟢ james potter x reader ⊹ 1.4k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, no use of y/n, no magic

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It was only an hour ago that you told James over the phone not to worry about you.

Now, he stands in your bedroom, having let himself into your flat with the spare key that you that keep at his parents' house for emergencies— which he uses very often, but hardly for emergencies.

"James," you complain in a nasally voice, "I'm going to get you sick."

He plants his hands on his hips and looks at you scrutinizingly. It reminds you of Euphemia when she would scold you and James as children, and truthfully, when she sometimes scolds you these days.

"Nonsense, my immune system is built like a tank."

"James," you whine further.

He ignores you as he approaches your bedside, frowning as he takes in your sickly appearance. He gently brushes away the sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.

"My poor thing," he comments before bending down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't feel terribly warm, but you look flushed," James' wrist swivels to press the back of his hand to your cheek, "Do you feel hot?"

"A- a little," you croak, knowing full well that a raging blush is the real culprit behind your reddening face.

James' frown deepens as he dives into his next area of concern, "Have you been eating? You hardly had anything in your fridge."

"I have enough peanut butter and jelly to get me through an apocalypse. Why were you in my fridge?"

"I had to put away the groceries."

Your eyebrows draw together, "What groceries!?"

"I bought you groceries," he says nonchalantly.

"Why would you buy me groceries!?"

James is suddenly sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck, "It's not much. Mostly ingredients for the chicken soup I'm gonna make."

"Make? If you really must you could've just gotten a can of–"

"Eugh! I would never subject you to canned soup!"

You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"That processed shit is just going to make you feel worse," he adds.

"Does Effie know she's created a monster?" you mumble to the ceiling.

James' chuckles, "Look, I'm already here, I've already bought the food. Just let me make you a nice soup and then I'll get out of here." James raises his hands in the air to indicate his surrender to compromise.

Your head hurts too much to continue an argument that you know you won't win, so you relent and wave him off to the kitchen.

Before James leaves you, "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything before I go?"

"I'm fine."

"You sound stuffy. Is there a lot of pressure? Do you like a hot or a cold compress?"

You wince as you imagine a cold compress, feeling like that would make your headache somehow feel sharper against your brain.

"Hot."

James smiles, happy that you're beginning to give into his care, and disappears from your sight.

He returns with a warm, damp cloth and a paper shopping bag stuffed under his arm. He starts unloading his haul onto your night table.

"I brought you the nice tissues, the ones with the lotion so that they don't irritate your nose. And are you taking medicine? I wasn't sure what your symptoms were or what you usually take so I got stuff for everything. I've got nasal sprays, decongestants, cough syrups— which I'm pretty sure you hate so I bought lozenges too."

You watch despairingly as he sets medicine after medicine down.

"I took paracetamol an hour ago," you inform him.

"That's it? You could at least use the nasal spray then. Here, let me–"

You place a hand over his that fiddles with the cap of the spray, "I've got it. Just go make your soup."

James looks up from the little white bottle, "Oh yeah, sure." But he hesitates before he goes, "You want a lozenge though?"

You yield to James' incessant efforts, figuring he would feel better if you let him do something for you. You hold out your hand to accept the lozenge but as soon as he sees you nod, he is already set on removing its waxy wrap and popping it in your mouth himself.

At last, he presses the warm, damp cloth gently over your closed eyes and retreats to your kitchen.

He reappears every so often to rewarm the cloth that's over your eyes, bring you cups of water or herbal tea, and make sure that you're still comfortable. He's offered to fluff your pillows five times.

The next time he enters your bedroom, he's finally carrying a bowl of steaming soup, one of your dishcloths a barrier between his hands and the hot porcelain.

You sit and hold out your hands to accept the bowl.

"Oh, it's far too hot for you to hold," James says, choosing to ignore the fact that he is doing just fine holding it himself.

He plants himself on the edge of your bed and starts blowing on a spoonful of the savory soup.

"You can't be serious," you mutter, sniffling.

"Just lean back and relax," James instructs, "let me take care of you."

James looks at you with the roundest, most doe-like eyes can can muster. Oh, those stupid big brown eyes— it's impossible to resist them.

You let James feed you what just might be the best soup you've ever tasted. Rich flavors dance on your tongue and you try not to let your eyes flutter closed in bliss, but the enjoyment is written across your face anyway. He refrains from teasing you, feeling too much pity for your being unwell to make any fun.

"Is this helping any?" James checks, blowing on another spoonful of broth.

You hum affirmatively, "It's really nice," you murmur, letting the warmth of the soup spread across your chest.

A prideful smile finds its way onto James' lips.

After he he scrapes the last bit of soup onto the spoon and brings it to your mouth, he places the empty bowl onto your night table. You realize that you still need to thank him and you share words of gratitude as you wring out your neck.

"You alright?"

"A bit stiff from being cooped up in bed," you roll out your shoulders.

"Well, you needed your rest," James says, studying you. "Here, scoot up."

You look at him curiously as he helps you scoot forward. When he starts settling in behind you, your eyes round.

"James!"

You've lost count of how many times you've uttered his name in scolding today. Your face flushes crimson and you count yourself lucky that he at least can't see it this time.

James shushes you, and your protests die in your throat when his hands apply a satisfying pressure to your neck.

He can't help but chuckle, nor can he help seek your approval, "Helping?"

"Uh-huh," you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed, and you feel James' body rumble with laughter against you.

The coming days play out similarly, and you've quickly ceased protesting against him. James attends to your every need and casually showers you in affection day after day.

He even insists on staying over some nights, which you do protest against, as he means to sleep on your couch which is not even long enough for him to lay flat. But you need not worry about that, because when night falls he ends up dozing off next to you in bed, where he intended to only stay until you fell asleep.

In the mornings, neither of you seem to mind waking up in each others arms.

Within a few days, your health improves, but this doesn't stop James from continuing to tend to you.

"I haven't run a fever in days!" you protest as James' lips still against your forehead for several seconds.

"You never know," James mumbles against your forehead before pulling away.

You huff as you meet his eyes on his retreat, "I'm not sick anymore, James."

"You still sniffle sometimes," he shrugs, turning to collect the empty bowl on your night table, which he fed you fresh stew out of for lunch this afternoon.

You chuckle at his antics, "It's just a lingering sniffle, it will probably clear up by tomorrow. Besides, I hardly need someone taking care of me for that."

James pulls his lips into a timid line, feeling quite sheepish. He hides his face as he turns to leave your room with the dirty dish.

He tsks as he formulates an excuse for himself, "Or it means that your illness is coming back for a second round. What kind of friend would I be if I don't make sure it's gone before I set you loose?"

James makes his way to the kitchen to wash your dishes, seemingly unaware that he might enjoy taking care of you a bit more than a friend would. Or maybe he’s simply embraced the comfort of being exactly where he wants to be.

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[bloodyinkandquill]

Illumina and child figure Reader

they never specified so i’m assuming they want child reader sorry if i assumed wrong let me know if i did and ill do a new one!

to keep my theme i don’t put anything before the characters name so this is more accurately father figure illumina but oh well

sorry for my semi hiatus i haven’t had much motivation but im writing to get my mind off of the election and ive got brownies cooling on the counter, we also have a new puppy dm me for pics because she is the cutest thing oh my gods

- Sneaking into Illumina’s temple to steal food from his offerings takes some guts, or you were incredibly stupid, it could be either honestly, seeing as you were a kid probably both honestly

- When Illumina sensed someone not only stealing from his temple but one of his offerings he showed up immediately, pissed if not a little impressed someone had the nerve, then he saw you, a small, very thin, shaking little kid holding a single loaf of bread, normally he’d smite you without a second chance but something stopped him, maybe it was that your horn looked very slightly like his, maybe jealousy of some of his siblings, or maybe he was just tired, but he stopped and didn’t smite you

- He asked what you were doing, stealing from his temple, you said you were starving, you needed something to eat, and the only place nearby was his temple, you were so sorry, he made an odd sound before sighing and saying he’d get you some proper food, something that wasn’t an offering to him, realizing it was an offering you panicked and he said it was whatever, bringing you to his worshippers to make you food

- They were all a bit confused but they did so obediently and you had the best soup you’ve ever had, as you ate he asked you questions about yourself, your name, age, etc, finally he eventually said you could stay in his temple, he’d have his worshippers make sure you were bathed and fed, you were extremely thankful if not a bit confused

- His demeanor remained cold and stern but he did seem a bit more soft towards you, after he left you were given your own room and taken care of, when you saw him next you immediately ran up and gave him a hug, barely even making it up to his waist, seeing you in his follower’s robes, and the way they were too large for you, sparked something unfamiliar in him, a parental instinct

- He was unfamiliar with the feeling, but he’d heard some of his siblings describe it before, and he realized he wanted to protect you, not just have you be cared for by his worshippers, but he wanted to take care do you, so suddenly you were in his home, sort of, you think it’s his home but it looked… weird*

- Illumina isn’t the most expressive or talkative guy but you knew he does care about you, making sure you’re always properly fed and clean, if you ask for something he doesn’t respond but a few hours later you find that thing in or near your room, you always give him a hug when you do, slowly as time went on he’d touch you back during the hugs, a pat on the head, ruffling your hair, and after awhile he’d bend down to your level so he could hug you back properly

- He has some weird bird brain instincts on occasion which is why sometimes you end up sleeping in a big pile of blankets and pillows curled up next to him, he makes cooing sounds contently and you fall asleep not a worry on your mind, safe and warm, though him trying to feed you is something you do not like, at least it isn’t proper baby bird style just spoon feeding instead

- His siblings don’t know about you, okay that’s not entirely true, Ghostwalker has seen you before but doesn’t know the full extent of his brothers care towards you, but besides for him the others have no idea he adopted a mortal, let alone who he met because they stole from him

- Sometimes he disappears for days at a time, if he knows that that’s going to happen he leaves you in the care of his followers, when they first took care of you it was begrudgingly but now that you’re basically his child they treat you with a lot more care and gentleness, you also were given special robes by him so that when they do have to take care of you they know who you are immediately, that is if they don’t see your eyes immediately

- If Illumina blesses or gifts one of his worshippers their eyes go fully white like his, in your case they went a light purple instead, but same principle applies, your pupils disappeared and anyone who looks at your face can tell at the very least you have his blessings, if not that you’re more special then a normal follower who’s received his gift

- Soup is still your favorite food, it reminds you of the day you met him, even if he never admits it knowing that soup is your favorite food and when he sees you eat it it makes something warm spring up in his chest

- He’s not much of a talker, but he enjoys listening to you ramble on about anything and everything, even if not that coherent it’s pure and childish, maybe what you did that day, the story behind a drawing you made, the story you’re currently acting out with your toys, which speaking of are sick, he had almost never interacted which children before you so he basically got you everything, going form a homeless street child to owning basically every toy in existence was a pretty sweet thing

- After a few months he teaches you how to preen him, you’re not amazing at it but you have plenty of time to learn, and your small hands make it so you can be a lot more careful, after you preen him though he immediately starts brushing your hair and straightening your clothes, it’s his way of preening you back, since you don’t have wings (yet) of your own so taking care of your hair and cleaning you up slightly is the closest he can get

- On very rare occasion he returns home with injuries, usually from fights gone too far with Darkheart, or maybe once or twice Venomshank, either way you watch from his doorway as he bandages himself up hissing in pain as he cleans and dresses his wounds, after he finishes you come in with a stuffed animal handing it to him and gently crawl into his lap, it relaxes him and you fall asleep in his nest with him that night, every stuffed animal you give him during those times ends up in his nest, he treasures them, in his own way, when he’s a very stoic guy it’s not obvious but you’ve learned to read him, he also lets himself show more emotion around you, since you are just a child who can’t understand him that well normally

- When you first saw him appear that day in his temple, you thought for sure your life was over, but instead you gained a father, and even if you never said it, you were eternally grateful for all of it, falling asleep curled up next to a deity who was almost twice your height was never your plan, but you were happy it happened

i am stressing over this election but i’m tired now, imma go to bed, ALSO

i made a friend in this community and they offered to help with this blog, idk if it will happen but on occasion they may do a request for me ill say if they do it’s not a guarantee but just letting you all know there’s a chance i might get some help on these here and there

* according to soda illumina kind of has a house ‘it’s weird’ what that means is unclear

[russellsppttemplates]

i need to project my pain on someone so lando taking care of his girl with tonsillitis (i feel like im dying but i can’t miss any school since i’ve got a perfect record which my ocd won’t let me break😭😭)

Cw: reader has tonsilitis

Note: I hope you feel better soon! And if you can, go to the doctor or at least to the pharmacy so they can give you something if you feel like you need it! ✨️🤍 hopefully this brings you some confort!

"Baby, you're very flushed, are you sure you're okay?", was the first thing Lando said as he picked you up from classes, driving home as you insisted it was the cold outside, just wanting to go home and rest.

"Let me take it from you", he offered once you were home, taking off your coat and then your scarf, his hand going near your neck, "Y/N, you're burning up", he sterned, looking into your eyes, knowing you had omitted it to him on the way home.

"I'm a bit warm, yes", you mumbled, "my throat is also killing me, I kept drinking water but it was no use", you said, your voice loud enough to sound the hoarseness on it.

"Open up your mouth for me, please", Lando softly ordered, hand rubbing your waist as you did, "tongue out", he encouraged as he looked at the back of your throat, "baby, your tonsils are really big, this is probably tonsilitis", he pouted, confirming what you didn't want to hear.

"Please don't make me go to the doctors, I don't want to leave the house", you moaned, tears brimming your eyes at the idea of having to go back out, "I won't, okay? I think I have the prescription you had last time for the pain and inflammation on my notes, and those are all over the counter meds, so how about you go and have a shower to cool your body off first and then I'll make you something to eat so you don't take meds on an empty stomach? How about that, does it sound good?", he said, brushing your hair behind your ears before kissing your forehead and looking at your eyes.

"I'd like that, but can you come with me, please? I might need help, my head is killing me, too", you asked, allowing your boyfriend to rest one arm under your knees and another around your shoulders so he could carry you to the ensuite, "let's go, baby, shower time", he mumbled against your warm skin.

Undressing you after you told him he could and undressing himself as well, Lando made sure the water was just about cool enough to help your body temperature without being too cold, "please, don't freeze my tits off, I'm uncomfortable enough already", you mumbled against his chest, feeling the vibration of his laugh on hihr lips, "I would never do that to you, baby, or to them either", Lando said as he guided you to the shower booth, arms around you as his hand rubbed the side of your chest, "just for a little, my love, to wash the yucky away and cool you down, I promise you'll be back in your warm pyjamas in a bit", he said, rubbing your skin soflty and kissing anywhere he could as you sighed in relief.

When you got out of the shower, Lando helped you get dressed in your comfy pyjamas and fuzzy socks, "my notes say you took one of these and one of these, too", your boyfriend said, checking on the boxes to make sure they hadn't expired, "Good girl", he cooed as you swalled both pills.

"Can we go to the living room, please? I want to be near you", you smiled softly, "okay, let's go then", he said, pulling you softly through the house and letting sit on the sofa, thankful that the apartment had an open floor plan and he could check on you while he made some tea.

"You can dunk the biscuits so they go all soft and eat something", he suggested, putting the tray in front of you and helping you to the mug, "we still had some soup in the freezer, so I have that warming up too for when you feel like you can eat it", he noted as you scrunched up your face, "I know you don't want to, darling, but it's full of the good stuff for you", he said, kissing your cheek and encouraging you to eat and drink the tea.

Cuddling up to your boyfriend, you traces shapes on his clothed chest, "thank you for looking after me, even if I'm a pain in the ass to eat and to take medication", you whispered, feeling it was best to keep your throat from growing angry at you, "it's alright, my love, no need to thank me. Just want my best girl to feel better", he said, kissing your forehead lovingly.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[romanarose]

Sicky Wicky

Frankie Morales x fem!reader

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Written for @strang3lov3. IDK if you're still sick but i wanted to just whip a lil thing up real fast for you. I hope you like Frankie, I saw you have him on your masterlist. I know Joel is our guy but as you know i decidedly don't write for him anymore so I hope this is okay <3 Frankie is my sweet soft baby

Summary: Just Frankie taking care of you while sick <3

Warnings: Some mild sex jokes

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When entering the home he shared with you, Frankie avoid his usual "honey, I'm home!" routine, knowing when you don't feel good you like to nap on the couch a lot.

He slid his cowboy boots off, trying his best to not let the heels clomp on the wood floors but grumbling when his sock stepped in a pile of melting snow.

"Baby?" You call from the living room, and Frankie mumbles a swear.

Rounding the corner (with one wet sock) Frankie peaked at you. 'damp' was the first descriptor his head came up with, but he'd never tell you that.

"Hey baby, feeling any better?"

You give a little shrug. "Stopped puking, fevers pretty low now. I think I'll be okay tomorrow."

As much as he wanted to stay home with you and take care of you, unfortunately in this economy losing the hours for both of you wasn't ideal. Still, he'd managed to swing by during his break and check on you when you weren't answering his texts, only to find you fast asleep.

He checked your forehead, and yeah, just a little warm. That was good, you were on the mend.

"You think you can eat some tomato soup?"

You look up at him, tired eyes and- yeah, damp hair. Poor girl. "With grilled cheese pweeeeeeeeze?"

Francisco couldn't help but laugh a little. "the best damn grilled cheese ever. Only the best for my poor sicky wicky baby."

He did not disappoint. The bread was grilled with garlic butter, the good cheese and lots of it. The cheese pull on that beast was Instagram worthy, and he even garnished the tomato soup with parsley.

Mouth full, you look at Frankie's shit eating grin as he sat on the couch, your cold feet tucked under his butt. "You're awful proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"You're eating my food and moaning like that time you ate me ass, so yeah, feeling pretty good."

You wiggle your feet just to make him yelp, and have the first good laugh you've had since falling ill last night.

When the mutual laughter settles, the sounds of your favorite sitcom playing reruns on the TV echoing in the background, your voice fades into sincerity. "Thank you for taking care of me." You yawn, setting aside a plate that had not a crumb on it and a bowl licked clean.

Frankie runs your knee, a smile reaching up to his eyes in little crinkles. "Not a problem at all. You getting tired again."

"Yeah, wanna finish this episode though." You snuggle back down under the blankets, eyes dropping. You weren't making it through the episode.

"Okay." He pats your leg and grunts as he gets up. "i'm gonna get a load in the dishwasher while it finishes, then I'll carry your happy ass to bed, hows that?"

Another yawn. "Something somethin... I'll take your load.... something... in my..."

"dishwasher?"

"yeah I lost it."

"Good job baby." He pats your head as he walks around the couch, chuckling. "I'm sure it'll come to you."

"Uuhhhh you'll cum... into me?"

"Go to sleep!" Frankie calls over his shoulder. You're in the middle of arguing when you fall asleep again, tummy full, fighting off the last of your sickness.

***

Hope you all liked it! Been a hot minute since I wrote non-dark frankie!

Want some dark frankie? Want cute frankie smut? Want A dad!frankie series dealing with addiction?

thank you all for reading!!!! I might be MIA for a while, im going on a trip to get away and write this novel that was originally based off a fishben fish I wrote LOL, then Ill be online classes full time and, if i get this job i so desperatly want, working full time. I'm so broke it's so fucking bad I need this job ;-; so, prayers plz

HOPE YOUR FEELING BETTER BUG!!!

[bi-demon-ium]

kicks down the door. i would like to humbly request 3 sentences for sick mr benedict bc you write the bestest mr b whump. thank you please <3 <3 <3 <3 ,3 <3

oh boy these are long!!!

okay im gonna cheat and give you a pre-written snippet first:

He feels cold and shaky, and Milligan is warm. He closes his eyes, and the pounding in his head fades a little as he soaks in the heat.

It takes him a full second to register what he’s done—mostly because he can feel with unfortunate clarity the sharp breath of surprise Milligan takes—but he can’t force himself to pull away. He’s so tired and cold, and leaning against Milligan is slowly but surely draining some of the pain.

“S’ry,” he mumbles into his shirt, taking in a quiet, rattling breath. He has to get up. He has to push himself up, shaking arms and weak muscles be damned, and stop literally burdening Milligan.

But as he weakly stirs, a low, barely audible whine catching in his throat at how it hurts, Milligan’s arm comes up to almost wrap around him. One large, calloused hand goes to the nape of his neck, palm almost hot against his cold skin and the small, damp curls there.

Nicholas shivered, lashes fluttering a little as whatever resolve he had to force himself away evaporated; and he sagged back into Milligan’s side limply. Oh. Oh, that was nice.

He found his eyes slipping shut again, breath shuddering a little as Milligan’s fingertips gently pressed down, pushing through his hair.

MR BENEDICT WHUMP!!!!!!!!!!

and now!!!

Nicholas doesn’t get sick that often, but it’s usually simple enough to just power through it.

In university, he would just try to eat better—get soup at the canteen, drink lots of water—but he never skipped class, instead opting to stay in the back and try and force himself to focus, even when his head was pounding.

As an older child, he’d largely dealt with it himself. The Glenns had loved him, in their way, but surely he was old enough to handle microwaving soup and a cool cloth? Oh, they were willing to buy him whatever he might need—a cold pack, medicine, easy-made soup and noodles—but it wasn’t as if he were a baby. He didn’t need to be cooked for or to be tucked into bed.

(He recalled, once, that Mr. Glenn—his father, he should really remember that—had tucked him in, quietly. Mrs. Gl—his mother had still been at work, and Nicholas had been miserably feverish, and he’d been too exhausted to so much as flinch or stir when he’d heard footsteps. But then Mr. Glenn was standing over him, eyes gentle and sad, and a warm hand pressed to his cool forehead, followed by a soft, brief press of lips. Sleep well, Nick, he’d said, very quietly, and then he’d slipped out the door, leaving only a glass of water on the nightstand as proof he’d been there at all. It was one of the best memories Nicholas had with them.)

Back at the orphanage, usually he and Nathaniel would get sick together. The orphanage supervisors might provide some cold soup—usually tomato, which neither of them actually liked—but generally, they fended for themselves. Or really, more for each other.

Still, even though it had been a bit gross—both of them sick and sniffly, and either cold and clammy or hot and sweaty—it had been nice, curled up with his brother and feeling that at least one person cared enough to want to try and make him feel better.

[philistiniphagottini]

can i please request vector from ygo with 🤧 from domestic bliss? im sick myself and ,, thought it'd be silly

Aww I'm sorry to hear that Anon. Thanks for the request and I hope you feel better soon <3

cw. fluff, sick fic, gender neutral reader, minors DO NOT interact

Domestic Bliss

When you woke, your eyes were greeted to darkness swirling in your vision. A soft groan tumbled from your parted lips as you nestled yourself further into the comforting confines of your bed, nestling further beneath the layers of soft blankets piled on top of you. You sniffled loudly as an awkward cough tickled the back of your throat, your body aching as your head started to spin. You felt awful. You had caught some sort of terrible cold due to the shift in cooler weather these past couple of days. All you wanted to do was sleep all day, sapped of all your energy and head stuffed full of cotton as you medicated yourself on cough medicine and painkillers. You could do nothing other than to ride out the waves and wait until it passed in the next few days.

A loud knock on your bedroom door snapped you out of your stupor, eyelids struggling to stay open as sleep threatened to consume you once more. Your lips parted around a dry rasp as another terrible cough itched the back of your throat.

"Come in" you said through sputters.

Vector invited himself in, the paper bag he held in his hands rustling as he kicked the door closed behind him. A sigh of disdain breezed past his lips as you continued to stir under the covers of your blankets, pushing them down until your head poked out of the top.

"It’s so dark in here" Vector complained. 

Without warning, he flicked the light switch on, bathing your room in bright lights that made your eyes burn from the sudden onslaught. A soft hiss whistled through your teeth as you tucked your head back under the covers, your head pounding and ears pulsing with the sound of your heart beating frantically inside your chest.

"Vector" you whined. 

Vector rolled his eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his head. "Quit your whinging."

He approached your bedside as he kicked off his shoes, the soles hitting the floor with a dull thud as the paper bag in his arms rustled once more. His violet eyes raked over your form, a frown tugging at his lips as he stared at your back. 

"I got your text" he said. "And I brought you some soup."

He carefully placed it on the small table nestled against your bed as you stirred again. With a soft groan and a loud noise of effort you slowly sat up, back resting against the pillows as you reached out to the paper bag. Vector’s frown only deepened at the sight of your sickly complexion, eyes heavy with weariness and flecks of dry skin clinging to the corners of your cracked lips. 

"You look like shit" Vector said, the metal piercing embedded in his tongue clicking against his teeth when he spoke.

"Feel like it too" you replied with a hoarse whisper.

A soft noise stirred in your throat as you inspected the contents of the bag, your gaze briefly flickering over to Vector before you started to rummage through it. There was a warm bowl of soup sitting at the bottom, along with utensils and a bottle of water. 

"Did you make this?" you asked, voice croaking and thick in your throat. 

A small smile tugged at Vector’s lips as his chest puffed up with pride. "And what if I told you I did?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the sound of pride etched into his tone. You pulled the bowl from the bag, your smile continuing to brighten as you noticed the little note attached to the top. 

"Ah, I see" you hummed. "So Kotori actually made it."

Your words made Vector visibly deflate as his shoulders sagged and an irritated sigh breezed past the seam of his lips. He flopped down onto the bed beside you, the mattress protesting from his sudden weight as your eyes scanned the lovely note your friend Kotori had left you, wishing for your health to improve soon. Vector idly curled a lock of his hair around his finger, twisting the wisps around his finger tips as he stared at you from the corner of his eye. 

"Yeah, she threw the one I made out" Vector explained. "Probably thought I was trying to poison you."

A soft snort blew out of your nose at the thought of Vector having enough patience to stand in the kitchen and actually attempt to cook. He saw the smile that tugged at your lips and a scowl settled onto his face. 

"What’s so funny?" Vector asked. "I tried my best."

You shook your head. "Nothing. It’s the thought that counts."

Vector grumbled some more as you placed Kotori’s note to the side, intent on also putting the soup back from where you got it from. You were stopped, however, when Vector caught your wrist and prevented you from putting it back. You blinked up at him owlishly, tilting your head to the side as you gave him a curious look. 

"Aren’t you going to eat it?" he asked.

You shook your head. "Not hungry."

Vector rolled his eyes with a haughty sigh. "Don’t give me that crap. You look like you haven’t eaten in days."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the cough itching at your throat decided to interrupt you as you choked on your own words. Luckily Vector was there to take the bowl of hot soup away from you before you accidentally tipped it over and let the contents come pouring out. With another weary sigh he dug into the paper bag and fetched the utensils, waiting until your coughing fit died down before he sat down next to you once more. You stared at him in mild disbelief as he took the plastic lid off the bowl and placed the spoon inside, stirring up the contents before scooping a generous amount out onto the spoon. He held it up in front of your mouth, expectantly waiting for you to take a bite. When you didn’t move immediately, he spoke. 

"Eat" he commanded, though his voice had lost its bite. 

"Not hungry" you repeated with a grumble. 

Vector’s eyebrow twitched. "Eat it or, so help me, I will force feed it to you."

A small pout tugged at your lips. You opened your mouth and let Vector spoon feed you, even if you felt a twinge of embarrassment curling in the pit of your stomach. The soup tasted delightful as it warmed your parched throat, quelling the terrible pinpricks that had been scratching like a persistent swarm of insects. Even if Kotori's cooking smelt and tasted wonderful, you still really weren’t that hungry. And that thought was conveyed when your nose scrunched up as Vector tried to offer you another spoonful of soup. He sighed softly. 

"One more bite and I’ll let you go back to bed."

You listened and allowed him to feed you another mouthful. Your complaining had all but died down as you swallowed the food, a smile tilting your lips as you looked up at Vector with a fond gaze. The look made him nervous. 

"What?" he questioned. 

"Thank you. For taking care of me."

Vector shook his head. "You can thank me after you get better, dumbass."

He stood from your bed as he put the soup and utensils back in the paper bag he brought with him. His lips brushed against your forehead as you settled back into bed with a heavy thud and tucked yourself in. Vector picked up the paper bag once more and flicked the light switch off on the way out, calling out to you over his shoulder as you drifted back off to sleep. 

"I’ll be in the other room if you need me."

[icarusredwings]

*gives warm soup, bread, jerky, and a canteen of fresh cold water* I enjoy when people tag me for the SOLE purpose of wanting my opinion on things. It's why I became the #Board of Headcanons to begin with. Anyway time to read it now.

OH MY GOD IM CRYING

This is so true and he must have hurt SO much. He must have hurt way more then he ever knew how to describe, he must have sat there and thought how weird he must have been until victor told him it was okay and that he was like him too.

"But why can't they smell it?"

"Eh. Normies can't smell like us. Because were the best!

"Oh, okay."

However, I find it a little odd that Victor was so happy about him killing a human and just ran with that basically. Victor is very human oriented when it comes to hunting (from my perspective) and I feel its either because he simply kills who ever hurts their feelings (both james' and his, as he should) or got bored of rabbits and deers, he got bored of pray animals. And what proves you're the best then killing earths biggest predator? Humans.

Imagine how confused James must have been as a young tween, 14 or 15, nieve but slowly gaining a sense of morals on his own, Victor becoming upset that his brother dosnt trust him but taking care of him none the less, even if angry.

"Come on, It's just like a deer."

"But... they're human..aren't we humans?"

"No! We're better than humans. Besides, tastes like pork."

"I don't know... it seems.. wrong."

"Psh. Fine! Then starve to death."

Only to bring him back some meat later.

"What is it?"

"Just eat it."

How james would sniff it and give victor a look. "Im not hungry..."

How when hes 16 or 17 and Victor and him are butting heads, growling and arguing about what's right, about 'family should stick together!' and 'Not if they just want to hurt innocent people!'

The amount of fights they came away from, fangs and hands bloody but by the end of the night sitting across from each other at the fire in silence. The closest apologies being confessions.

"...I didnt mean to scratch you that hard.."

"...and I didn't mean to get your eye.."

"Heh.. you got me pretty good didn't you? But im still stronger."

"You mean slower? I know."

The banter between these two would go from "Im faster than you" to full out blood fests, panting, heaving, snarling, hairs on their necks standing up, their eyes squint and their heads low. Only to start laughing at how ridiculous one another looks. "You look like you just spilled paint all over ya"

"And you look like your clothes got stuck in a shredder. What's your point?"

It must have been so hard for the both of them to be apart. The only ever person that they could rough house with who they know will always come back.

It's why in 97' Morph turns into Sabertooth and Logan looks so excited in the van to see that Wade can keep up.

Wolverines may be solitary animals, but this one sure isn't. He needs his playmates. At least one.

Food for thought: Logan's puberty must have been really painful and scary and so traumatic. When he grew his claws at 12/13 it was only the beginning of his puberty. And his bones weren't fully grown yet. Meaning his claws weren't either. As an adult his claws are roughly the length of his forearms. And so when he had growth spurts and his forearms grew, so did his claws. His radius and ulna had to drift apart to make place for the claws in-between them that were increasing in length and width. His entire forearm structure was changing, causing him incredible pain. He couldn't see what was going on, but he could feel the agony within, pain hitting him in waves, something inside of him slowly shifting, becoming longer and harder. And then the senses. He could see further than ever before and could smell and hear everything! When people whispered in the same room it was like somebody was hissing it directly into his ears. He didn't understand why people seemed to smell so strongly all of a sudden and why everyone smelled so different from each other. Until he realized that each person had an own personal scent. Oh and the urges! Suddenly he felt the need to chase after living beings, the taste of their fear as they ran away from him, the feeling of grabbing them, their hammering pulse in his ears, his fingers digging into skin, the sound of breaking bones and warm blood spilling into his mouth. He didn't understand any of it but Victor was there. And Victor said it was okay and that he didn't need to be afraid. That he would be stronger and better than the others. And if Victor said it, it must be right. Because big brothers are always right, aren't they?

[corrodedcoughin]

I know this is a headcanon talked about a lot but I absolutely love it. And that's Steve going round to the Henderson's place for dinner once a week. And he makes sure he's free to go over every time. He'll tell Robin he can't go over for a movie and a sleepover with her, he'll tell Eddie he can't go over to get high and listen to music together. Instead he'll put on one of his comfy sweaters (either his favourite yellow one, or a deep purple, or maybe a pale pink one he doesn't dare wear when his father's home), pack his fuzzy socks Robin bought him and go to the Henderson's.

Steve gossips and catches up with Claudia as they chop veges and prep the meat together, plays on the Atari with Dustin, and settles into their little family dynamic like he always belonged there.

They have dinner at the table together, and there's laughter and jokes and people who genuinely want to hear how he's doing. Not like his parents who only ask because its the done thing, part of the act - and then get dissapointed with his answer. Instead he has Claudia Henderson who remembers what he says, and makes sure to ask him about it next week.

Steve loves these evenings. It always feels cozy and warm and comforting, not like the cold and intimidating mausoleum of a house he lives in.

He aches for it. An actual house that people live in. Who decorate it with things they like, weird knick knacks, and family photos where the people actually smile. A family. But he doesn't dare voice it, how much he wants it. How much he feels the ache in his chest when Claudia kisses him on the cheek, or when Dustin invites him to hang out because he likes spending time with him. Steve tries not to carve himself a spot in their family. He's just the babysitter, not Dustin's actual brother. He can't get too close incase they kick him out. This way it'll hurt less. Everyone leaves him. Why wouldn't they?

Claudia sees this. How hesitant Steve is when he catches himself being too comfortable, too forward. So she makes sure to remind him that he'll always have a place here with them. He saved her Dusty's life, befriended him, is someone he can look up to. She trusts Steve.

So when Steve falls asleep on the couch after dinner, in his cozy sweater with Mews the cat curled up under his arm - she is sure to remind him that the spare room is his. He can stay over anytime, and in fact isn't he a bit too tired to be driving? She'd feel a lot better if he stayed the night. And if she buys new sheets and clears out the dresser in the spare room for him - that's her business. And Dustin is so excited at the prospect of a sleepover together Steve can't say no.

You know she'd have Steve moving in a HEARTBEAT if his parents kick him out.

I was snuffling in my bed when I read this and it might be the thing that cures me of my cold

Steve FINALLY feeling at home, FINALLY feeling like he has a place he can return to, where people ask where he’s going and how long he’ll be when he head out for the day, where he can talk about his day and be LISTENED TO without it looking like an inconvenience.

After Steve moves in, it doesn’t happen every night but there is at least one night a week where they all sit around the dinner table to eat together. They try to make it more often but sometimes things just don’t work out, it is their preferred way to spend their evenings though. Dustin thinks he’s won the lottery, his best friend and let’s be honest, hero, is living with him and looks like he’s happier than he’s ever been in his life!

Claudia notices it too, Steve loses a bit of the hunted look he used to have, fills out a bit too, looks softer, more content and less like he’s trying to make up for some failing that only he knows about. When Christmas comes around and she gets Steve his own personalised stocking she makes sure to hug him tight when the tears threaten to spill over onto his face. Dustin catches it on camera and it quickly gets put into the family album

[bumblinv]

Hi! Are your requests open? If they are I'm just gonna leave this here, Neteyam, Ao'nung, Lo'ak (sperate) x OmaticayaGnReader who is sick, like flu for the na'vi or something like that, they have a fever and the chills and everything could it also be fluffy and absolutely adorable

--- personal doctors ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

neteyam, ao'nung, rotxo (seperated) x gn!metkayina!reader

you catch a cold, its time for your lover to take care of you

a/n ; im not good at writing lo’ak, so i bring you rotxo instead! i hope you dont mind<3

: ̗̀➛ neteyam

realizes your sickness even before you did

when you first sneeze or cough, his mind goes straight to the day before, recalling any peculiar food you've had

neteyam would notices too, when you pause between chores to massage your forehead

he will take over cleaning. making sure every corner is clean so you won't sneeze from the dust. he also makes sure you stay hydrated and even whips you up nutritious meals until your condition got better. usually, the fever never got up to you

but when it does, he goes in full momma mode

this man grows with 3 younger siblings, caring for someone is natural for him. he would stay by your side, whispering your name every few hours to wake you up, so he could feed and help you drink

neteyam might not be the best healer, like her sister, but he can make certain herb drinks

makes you ginger tea regularly to warm up your shivering body

you tend to get all sort of nightmares from your sickness, but dont worry, you’re waking up to neteyam since he’s cuddling you all night long. he will run his slender fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words to your ear

“everything’s okay, dear. i’m here” 

we all need neteyam in our lives:(

_

: ̗̀➛ ao'ung

acts like he doesn’t care, but the moment your temperature starts to rise, he brings his mother straight to you

the tsahik would probably do nothing. she tell him to go ask kiri for some herb tea, and to make sure you drink and eat well, since fevers could heal by itself

but mans stressed

would refuse to let you lift a single muscle. he will be the one helping you change, wipe your face to keep you fresh, feeding you

since he’s not the best cook, he would ask tsireya to make you soups, wich she happily does. she makes great food, but your tongue tastes sour and your appetite is no where to be found

so ao'nung scolds you

“quit acting like a baby and please, just eat” 

you know ao’nung. none of his scolding are anger, he’s just extremely worried.

watching you go to sleep after being scolded makes him feel like a villain. he would join you in bed and whispers an apology. gently bringing you closer to his chest as the both of you fall asleep

remember he's a worrier? it makes him act too much like a mom. he will insist on taking care of you, even when you're feeling better. will only stop until he's sure you're 100% healthy

ao'nung is a big softie

_

: ̗̀➛ rotxo 

most clueless compared to the other 2

pls dont be mad, its not his fault

something tells me he’s an only child, a one that rarely got sick too, so he doesn’t know anything about caring for ill people

rotxo might be confused, but he’s not an idiot

the moment he touches your forehead and realizes you're scorching hot, rotxo instinctively wraps a fluffy blanket around you. the man will make you drink a lot of water, and went off running to the sullys

“what the fuck?” 

“sorry lo'ak! its an emergency!”

he got home with omaticayan food wraps in hand. you’re too sick to say anything, so when he lifts your head to feed you, you don’t protest

the one thing that scares you the most is that his jokes completely disappears

all his stupid jokes, gone.

not in a bad way, this man is just so dedicated on you that he stops joking around. he cannot stand that you're feeling all sick and uncomfortable and wants you back to your healthy self

this man is so serious, even when he tried feeding you raw cloves of garlic

one time, he heard kiri saying that garlics are ‘good for boosting the immune system’ 

he’s not wrong😭😭😭

but kiri hits him on the head once she founds out

instead of feeding you raw garlic, she gives you a mix of aged garlic and honey as medicine such an asian mom move

he feels bad afterwards, would kiss your entire face despite your protest

the next day, you wake up feeling fresh. but your lover boys voice got so hoarse from sore throat and complains about his sore limbs

yes, he got your fever and yes, he never regret kissing you, even when you're sick

[makethatelevenrings]

tell me to stay - d. grayson x gn!reader

requested? nope (requests are open but might be slowgoing to respond)

WARNINGS: none

summary: you’re sick. dick doesn’t want to go on patrol. you convince him, but not without some pouting. (not Titans!verse, he’s just hot)

a/n: i have been deeply mentally ill for a while and this is the first thing i’ve written in months hahahahahah i’m fiiiiiine (no srsly im getting help im okay) so pls enjoy

“I don’t have to go.”

Dick’s statement is met with a sniffle and a pathetic cough. He shuffled further into the dark bedroom and crouched down next to the mound of pillows and blankets that swallowed the left side of the bed. He reached out to press the back of his hand against your forehead and you let out a soft whine at the feel of his cool fingers.

“Yeah, I’m definitely not going tonight.”

“No. It’s just a cold.” Your hand emerged from under the covers to grasp his wrist. Your clammy, sweat drenched palms slid off his arm quickly after and you groaned as you tucked your blanket pile around you again. “You gotta go patrol.”

“Baby, you’re burning up.” His lower lip jutted out in a pout and you offered him a weak smile.

“You worried about me, birdie? I’ll be fine. It’s jus’ a couple of hours. I’ll be asleep the whole time.”

His blue eyes cast over your face, worry lines creasing his brow. Your eyes fell shut on their own accord and you nestled closer to the pillows. “C’mon, bird boy. Bludhaven needs you.”

“And you don’t?” He said it as a joke, but you could still hear the wary edge to his words. You peeked out from behind the fuzzy blanket that enveloped you and hummed.

“I never said that, Grayson. Don’t let your pretty head get all inflated.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re insufferable.”

A slow, lazy grin crossed his lips and he raised a hand to stroke a few strands of hair out of your face. You sighed against his touch and then grimaced at the rough scratch of your throat. You had woken up that morning after he had left for work and immediately knew that you were sick and only getting sicker. You had refused to bother Dick while he was at work and so you called in sick at your own job and curled up in bed for the day. Which is where he found you when he came home and found the apartment silent.

“I always need you,” you admitted quietly.

He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. If there was ever a time to believe in the healing power of kisses, it was now. Your insides warmed at the simple act of affection, something he had done a hundred times before. But with Dick it felt like every kiss was the first kiss and every touch was meant to sear into your skin and remind you of his love, even when he wasn’t physically present with you. He was a tactile person and not big with words, something you noticed was true for a lot of the batlings and the Big Bat himself. While Dick was more emotive than most of his brothers, you always felt the depth of his love in the smallest actions and gentlest touches.

“If you’re sure,” he said, unease brewing in his chest, “then I’m going to heat up some soup and get you a bottle of water. You gotta stay hydrated. When did you last take medicine?”

“Uhhhh…what time is it?” You craned your neck to spy the alarm clock on the side table. “Around ten?”

Dick let out a frustrated grunt and quickly hopped up. “Okay, you rest. I’ll be back. Don’t fall asleep.”

After successfully plying you full of soup, water, tea, and medicine, Dick reluctantly tugged on his nightly uniform and sat on the ledge of your bedroom window. He hesitated, his eyes watching you carefully as you scrolled through Twitter. You shut off your phone and curled up on your side so you could return his gaze. He silently bounded down from the windowsill and kneeled down next to the bed once more.

“Just say the word and I’ll stay in tonight,” he vowed.

You smiled, exhaustion creeping into the vestiges of your eyes and pulling at your very bones. “I know you would. But you and I both know that you’re needed out there. I can’t be selfish and ask you to stay.”

Dick touched your cheek, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Have I ever told you that I don’t deserve you?”

“It’s come up once or twice.”

He leaned in to kiss you goodnight but you quickly threw a hand in between the two of you. His lips landed on the back of your hand and you gently pushed him back.

“Nope. No kisses. I am not getting Nightwing sick.”

The famed vigilante pouted. “If I can’t get a kiss before patrol, then I’m really not going.”

You tugged his hand up to your face and pressed a kiss against his knuckles before patting his hip. “That good?”

“When I come back, I’m getting a real kiss. You got your phone with you? And your charger?”

“Yes and yes. Now shoo. Go.”

He rolled his eyes and headed back to the window. Dick was halfway out onto the fire escape when he turned back to look at you one last time.

“Be safe. I love you.”

He nodded, sliding the window shut in place. He would repeat those three words when he got home, just like he had every night since you first admitted it. It was an incentive to him. He had to get home to reply to you.

And when he did get home hours later as dawn started to curl across the sky, he found you standing in the kitchen with a pot of coffee brewing and a blanket wrapped around your body.

“Mornin’,” you mumbled. Your voice sounded significantly better from hours before and he grinned, swooping in to steal a kiss from you.

“Fever broke around two,” you reported.

“Good. Just a twenty-four hour bug, huh?”

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his spandex covered shoulder. “‘M still tired but I figured you’d be coming back soon.”

Dick nodded, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Hey.” You hummed in response as you poured coffee into two mugs.

“I love you too.”

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hello! I love your fics of Larissa, so I would like to make a request, if you're not busy. Im kinda sick right now so I would like to see something with a sick reader who is teacher at Nevermore and Larissa taking care of her, fluff to fulfill my poor soul today 👉👈

I'm never too busy for Larissa requests. I hope you feel better soon 🖤

Coughs wracked your body. You whimpered, curling up into a ball under the mountain of blankets you’d dragged onto your bed. Your body was trembling, shivers rattling your bones. Your throat was screaming at you. You squeezed your eyes shut, cursing past you for being nice to the sick student in your class.

You must have managed to sleep for a while. You assumed no one would be coming to check on you, your notice of illness having been sent in and approved, a substitute found to cover your classes. Having said that, upon waking a cool hand was pressed to your forehead. You reached up to bat it away, trying to ignore how weak you felt.

A low chuckle came with the hand moving to lower your arm back to your side. You squinted up, your throbbing headache only slightly better. You relaxed recognising the familiar figure, only to begin coughing uncontrollably again.

Her cool hand gently cupped your cheek, turning your head towards her.

“Oh, my darling, you’re in a bad way.”

“Rissa,” you groaned, trying to push your wife away, “don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Nonsense, darling, I can’t leave you alone in this sorry state,” she replied, “how are you feeling?”

“Awful,” you replied

Her fingers carded through your tangled hair and your eyes slipped closed again. She knew exactly how much you loved it when she played with your hair. She was playing dirty. You didn’t have the strength to fight it.

“I brought you tea,” she said, “and soup. We need to get some fluids in you.”

You let her help you sit up, struggling to rise properly. She shoved the pillows usually reserved for her head behind your back, propping you up against the headboard. You whimpered when she got up, already missing her.

“It’s alright, love, I’m right here,” she said, sitting by your hip again.

She placed a bowl of soup in your lap, curling your fingers around an ice cold spoon. You hissed, dropping it. You knew if you were less sick she’d be rolling her eyes at your antics. As it stood, she only picked up the spoon, dipping it into the soup.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did as you were told. She slipped the spoon in your mouth, something salty slipping down your throat. You let her feed you the soup, wincing with each swallow, sad your sick brain couldn’t take full advantage of the luxury. As she did she told you about her day. You let her words wash over you, more focused on her hands and her face. Those were things that were easy to focus on.

Eventually you pushed her hand away, unable to eat any more. She sighed, setting the bowl on your bedside table, her hand going back to your forehead. A soft pair of lips pressed where the hand had been. You hummed.

“You’re burning up,” she said.

“Mmhm,” you replied.

She disappeared again. Your eyes slid closed, weariness in every bone in your body. Something cold pressed against your skin. You groaned, relief swift and kind to you. The water left on your skin dripped down your neck, soaking into the pillow beneath you. It began to grow warm and you reached up for it. Cool hands batted yours away, removing the cold compress. Water sloshed nearby and it was replaced, cold once again.

“Do you think you’re up to drinking some tea?” Larissa asked, her voice soft, delicate, as if worried about breaking you.

“For you I’ll try,” you rasped out.

She brought the cup to your lips, the liquid lukewarm now, almost cold in your mouth. You forced down that first sip before gently pushing her hand away. She set the cup down, replacing your cold compress again. You shivered.

You reached out to her, grasping her arm. She was so solid, so warm. All you wanted to do was sleep.

“Rissa,” you said, voice scratchy.

“Yes, my darling?”

“Lie down with me?” you asked.

“Of course, love.”

She shifted, the bed dipping beside you. You pushed her pillows back towards her, doing your best to become horizontal again. She helped, hands sure as she guided you. Lying down was a relief for your pounding head.

Rolling over, you curled up against her body. Her arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. Placing your head on her chest you could hear her heartbeat, slow and steady. Her fingers ran through your hair again, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed, shuffling closer, sleep tugging at you.

Needless to say, a few days later she was coughing and shivering and you had to take care of her in return.

[hoonhrt]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK

: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader

: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)

: warnings —  mentions of vomiting and being ill 

: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:

“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”

he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.

HED BE SO WHINY :((

wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”

croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup

only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him

once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food

you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐

he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life

he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair

leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

tries to convince you he is okay #1

“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”

doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(

he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)

everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm

spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him

sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!

i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate

like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)

all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep

like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((

pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake

his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout

baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!

DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.

like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side

even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala

lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying

“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.

you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself

gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards

you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY

treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!

pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

the only one actually capable of taking care of himself 

he just seems very normal when he is sick 

like he can definitely be on his own 

lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick 

but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him 

which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe 

it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you 

the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair 

which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that 

falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic

“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily 

nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :((( 

you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)    

brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :(( 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2

will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side 

“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO” 

REFUSES to take his medicine 

will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head 

you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it 

takes the medicine but gags while taking it 

“wheres my cuddles huh 😐” 

so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck 

sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about 

you guys watch movies together the whole day 

wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better 

he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks 

buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon 

tries to convince you he is fine #2

but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :(( 

he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad 

whimpers so much :(( 

he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time 

you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love 

“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle 

jungwon falls in love with you so much more

like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again 

really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples 

he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy 

you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain 

will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked 

mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things 

thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :( 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

sleep. all he will do is sleep. 

he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep 

sprawls his entire body on top of yours 

he literally traps your body so you cant get out 

you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep 

and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny 

“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️” 

very grumpy 

you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy 

how cute 

ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him) 

so he just whines all day 

whines when you tell him you have to take medicine 

whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat 

whines when you aren’t cuddling him 

so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3 

LOVES BACK RUBS 

your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud 

pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3 

[dearlawdimasimp]

heylo- Im sick and need comfort- have this short drabble/hc of the MK system + Khonshu taking care of reader when they're sick💞

if you saw typos, no you didn't :>

HC/drabble of MK system + Khonshu taking care of reader

when they notice the signs they would immediately stop you from whatever you are doing and gently pull you to the bed. 

no matter your protests they're not letting you off easy

work? call in sick

classes? fuck it, you're sick no class works for the day

it's a rest day for you and a day for them to take care of you so lay down and let them smother you with lots of love and care-

while also being careful, you told them, you didn't want them to get sick too bc of you

Steven would brew you up some tea but if you don't like it he'll cook you up some hot soup. 

"Here you go love- careful! It's hot."

He would stay by your side as you drink/eat, hell he would feed you your soup if you dont have the energy to do so and he is going to be patient with you.

"Say Raaaa~ There you go! It's good innit? God I hope it is-"

You stop him with a gentle hand and hoarsely reassure him that it was good. He would smile at your words and continue feeding you until you feel full. 

Once you're fed, he would lay down beside you(they're stubborn and would not care if they get sick- "We're Khonshu's Avatar, we don't get sick" - Jake) and keep you warm around his arms. He'll tell you stories from the Egyptian myth to help you relax and help you to fall asleep, he would mindlessly caress your hair as you lay your head on his chest while being curled up beside him.

Marc will keep on checking your temperature from time to time, and when you'll be drinking your medication next-

"This fever is stupidly stubborn babe, but don't worry,"  -kisses your forehead- "You'll heal from this, yeah? You'll have to drink your meds onnn…" he glances at the clock, " oh- two hours later. For now, rest those pretty eyes, baby."

- and Jake will make sure you're hydrated,

"Mi amor, wake up.." He would softly coax you out of your slumber, "Here's your water, querido." He'll make you sit up properly and carefully puts the glass on your mouth and gently tilting it, you would at first complain and tell him you got it, you're not completely helpless while in this state but he'll just give you a stern yet loving glare and say-

"You're sick- I know you can still move your arms and '' - he would mumble some Spanish giberrish- " but you're my- our amor, we'll make sure you'll get well from this lo mas pronto. And for that to happen, you'll have to be as stress-free as possible. So.. if you ever need to pee, just say the word and I won't hesitate to carry you to the bathroom, hm, mi tesoro?"

Khonshu would even not let a single cold London wind into the flat to make sure you won't get cold. You would notice this and as much as you could muster from your sleepy state, you'd thank the god with a soft whisper to the empty space. He may not be seen from your human eyes but you can feel his presence.

Khonshu will mutter under his breath, "It is no problem, my star. Get well soon."

~~~

lo mas pronto - As soon as possible

mi tesoro - my treasure

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if the Spanish is wrong, I am so sorry i just translated that from internet

hope y'all enjoyed that ajhshshshs take care and have a good day /night!!💞💞