#no wonder I'm still sick with high fevers

[edgepunk]

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[averyfawkes]

I wake up feeling wonderful and energized. I look and realize that I just slept in my underwear. I was so exhausted yesterday that I thought I would have a fever the next day. But this morning, I feel renewed and full of energy. I notice my morning wood poking out of my underwear. I was about to reach down and start jerking off when I heard this voice in my head.

I want to fuck someone. I'm so fucking horny. I hope I can find a tight ass to fuck soon. I'm so horny that I can fuck my pillow and shoot my load in it.

I realize how horny I am right now and simply jerking it off won't relieve it. I turn to my stomach and start rubbing my cock against my bed, humping the air as if I'm fucking someone. I got so lost in lust that I didn't notice that I'm actually leaking pre-cum right now. What is wrong with me? I need to pull myself together.

As much as I want to stand up and start my day, I find myself stuck in my bed, humping like there's no tomorrow, and almost on the verge of orgasm. I feel my body stiffening before I moan while my cock shoots out into my mattress. I heave on my bed, trying to regain some sense of control in this situation. As I feel myself getting down from my orgasmic high, I slowly rise from my bed and see the mess I made. I reluctantly pulled away my bed cover since I just replaced it 2 days ago. I walk towards my washer and toss everything inside, along with my stained underwear. I decide to get a cup of coffee first before I shower, just to clear out my mind.

I brew a pot of coffee and put 2 pieces of bread inside the toaster. I should cook breakfast but I'm still feeling squeamish from what happened in my bed. I just let out a deep sigh and realized that I haven't cummed like that for quite a long time now. It's like my whole body is on fire and all I can think about is cumming my brains out. I guess being a doctor made me spend less time on dating that I haven't had any good fuck for a long time. I miss that, and I think I should get back into dating again.

Yeah, you should find huge, muscular men and have them fuck your ass until you can't walk.

Shit, how awesome it would be to install Grindr and find myself a nice hot stud that can fuck me until I can't walk. But I have lots of appointments for the day. I can't just skip all of that for a simple booty call. My patients need me and I want to be there for them when they do.

But I want to get fucked. I want to have a big, juicy dick pumping in and out of my asshole, or a tight, perky butt to pound into. Whatever is easiest to get right now.

But I can't concentrate on my work if I don't deal with this right now. I should call in sick for the day and spend the whole day browsing through all the gay dating apps that I know. Yeah, I think I will do just that. I open my phone and begin downloading a ton of gay dating apps, signing up for accounts, and setting up profiles. I feel so giddy and excited like a teenager but you can't blame me, I haven't tried this before. I'm used to taking the girl I like into romantic dates before waiting for the right time to ask them if they want to have sex with me. Wait, I'm gay right? I don't like women. Why did I date women back then?

Focus on setting up your account, time is running out and you need to get laid, fast.

I shrug my thoughts about women aside as I continue setting up my profiles in different apps. As soon as I finished it, I started to swipe right on anyone that tickles my fancy. They need to be taller than me, older than me, and have a more muscular body than me. Fucking them or getting fucked by them seems hot to me so I don't mind. Just 5 minutes from creating my accounts, I already got a match from a big bear of a man that is so my type. His profile says he's a bottom and a little submissive. He wants me to send him a picture before he agrees to go here in my house. I grin as I get up and walk into my bathroom to snap a decent pic. As I stare at my reflection, I think that I'm hot enough for this guy.

You need to get shirtless. And remember that leather harness you bought for a costume 2 years ago, wear that before you take a picture for this man.

I remember the leather harness that I brought 2 years ago when I was wearing a cop costume. I run up to my storage room and frantically look for that leather harness. As soon as I grab it, I run back to the bathroom, tear off my shirt, and snap a picture before sending it to my match.

He immediately replied and confirmed that he'll be here in 5 mins. I giggle since I never did this before. Letting a complete stranger into my house just for sex is not my usual thing to do but I'm horny and I need someone right now. I waited for five minutes and perked up when I heard the doorbell ring. Before I walk up to my door, I figured that I should put back my shirt since I'm meeting this stranger.

You look so hot right now. Greet him and put him in his place. He's a submissive motherfucker and you will fuck his brains out. You need to turn him on first and wear this leather harness with shirtless.

Nah, I look hot right now. I'll greet him like this and see his reaction. I run up to the door and slowly open it. I see a man staring hungrily at me. I immediately recognized him as my match in the app so I stood aside and let him in. He walks into my house without breaking our eye contact. I close the door behind and lead him into my living room.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I ask him, trying to get the feel of this man.

"How? I want you to spread me wide and eat my ass first before fucking me. Don't worry about condoms, I cleaned out my hole for this. I still won't mind if you want to use one. And since you said that you're discreet, I don't want you greeting me when we meet outside, okay? I have a family and a job to protect. If you can't do that, I'm walking away." The man explains to me as he pulls his shirt away.

Oh no, this man has a family. I don't want to be involved with a family man. I'm no whore. I can do better than this. I should just decline his offer and send him away. This is just a bad idea.

Say yes. You just have to fuck him and you can be on your usual day. No strings attached. That's what he also wants. He wants your cock and you better give it to him good.

"Sure. Is that all?" I find myself saying as I feel myself smirking at the man.

The man then grins back at me as he gets naked and kneels on my sofa, lifting his ass in the air and showing me his asshole. I understand what he wants to say as I pull down my pants and free my rock-hard cock. I was surprised to see my cock already leaking pre-cum but I'm too horny to care. I aggressively slap his bubble butt before I grip his waist and thrust my dick straight into his inviting hole. I moan as soon as my cock penetrated his flesh, starting by slowly thrusting in and out of him.

I let myself feel the rhythm of the man's body before slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts. I feel myself getting lost in pleasure as I hear the man moaning and begging for more. I feel like I'm up for the challenge so I start pounding his ass like there's no tomorrow. The man starts wailing as his legs begin wobbling. I reach out to grab both his arms and begin mercilessly tearing his hole.

But then, I felt something click inside me. Something that I never before. I let out a gutteral moan as I feel my cock explode inside the man's ass. For some reason, I feel the cum shooting out of my cock more thicker and much more viscous than my usual cum. I grab the man's arms tighter and pull him closer to me. I could hear the man begging me to stop for a while but I ignored him. I just keep on pumping my load inside his ass for quite some time. In the middle of my endless orgasm, I feel the man under me begin squirming and twitching out of control. I realized that I've been cumming for a long time now and should have stopped minutes ago. There's clearly something wrong with what's happening and I should check if the man is still okay.

Just hold him tight and keep on pumping him full of my slime. We need to turn him into a puppet just like you. Just keep him in place while I assimilate his mind and body. You love cumming, don't you?

Fuck yeah, I love cumming! Cumming is the best. I will cum my brains out into this horny slut and pump him full of my seed. He won't be walking for days after this. I just have to keep on pumping and pumping cum until you're done turning him into a puppet like me. Wait, I'm a puppet? When did I become a puppet? And who am I talking to? What the hell is happening? I instinctively jumped away from the man as I suddenly pulled out my cock from his ass.

To my surprise, there is a gel-like string connecting my urethra to the man's asshole. My sudden disconnection to the man caused him to become aware of what was happening. He looked behind him and started at the sight of the slime connecting my cock to his butt. I tried to run away but suddenly felt my body instantly getting tired. I fall on the floor as my consciousness fades to black.

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Nick almost caused me to lose this beautiful, hunky bear. I can't believe that someone with a huge cock wants to bottom. But that doesn't matter anymore since I'm in control now. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and admire my new puppet. I snapped a picture using Nick's phone and sent it to my email address.

I close my eyes and try to access this man's memories again. I tried earlier but I got rejected. Now that he's all clean and calm, I think I can do it. As soon as I open my eyes, his memories begin flowing in my mind like a calm river. I look into the mirror again and smirk.

"You will be a great addition to my collection, Dylan. I assure you that I'll use your body for all it's worth."

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Loveless Marriage Au: Jinwoo x Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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・┆✦ Entry : 027 ✦ ┆・

‼️[ No angst, just pure fluff, okay maybe some angst but mostly fluff i swear... ]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Cai Bot Link ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Route 1 || Route 2 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

╰┈➤ ❝ [ My Safespace] ¡! ❞

There was an awkward air around the two of you due to the fact that it was an arranged marriage. It was a loveless union with the two of you.You had been there, you know how Jinwoo rose from being a placeholder to the world's most hailed hunter.And he had a secret, a secret that was you— His wife that he kept hidden from everyone else "I'm back" Jinwoo said as he went inside your shared apartment, his gaze as languid and empty like always. He felt cold, cold like he always had been.

Jinwoo took off his shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack, he paused for a few minutes before quirking an eyebrow up.

His wife normally greets him home, of course— It's not like you're required to do so every so often. He's fine even without the sweet greetings. But he was just so used to it that he cant help but wonder.

After loosening his tie and hanging his coat, Jinwoo started to look around the shared apartment. He could still smell your sweet scent up close, so he wasnt too worried.

He entered a bedroom.

Despite the two being a married couple, Jinwoo and you slept in different rooms just to respect eachother's spaces and all.

And there, he sees you tightly curled up under the thick blankets. Jinwoo gently approaches you, patting your arm softly to try and wake you.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asks gently, his voice low and gentle as to not frighten you.

He watches you grunt, tousling over a few times before your eyes slowly open to meet his grey eyes. Your gaze was half-lidded as you did so, your husband's image a little blurred but you could tell it's him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't greet you" You say in a hoarse voice, alarming Jinwoo. "I don't feel so good so I couldn't cook you dinner"

"A fever?" He asks, scrunching his forehead as he reached to press the back of his hand on your forehead. "It's high."

"Ngh..." You roll over, hugging the blankets closer as your head throbbed. "I'm really sorry..."

"It's alright," Jinwoo said. "You must have been so sick you didn't realize you went to my room."

"..."

You pause, before shooting up immediately in panic. You're completely embarassed at your own mistake. Sure, your bedrooms are literally right in front of eachother but how stupid must you be that you slip into Jinwoo's bedroom instead of your own?

You scramble to try and get out of bed, but Jinwoo gently pushed you down— Pulling his blanket over you.

"It's alright'' He said, patting down the ruffled sheets around you. "You're extremely sick, I don't mind. Just stay here while I make you some food so that you can drink medicine. Don't worry about anything."

You cant read the expression on your husband's face as he got up and turned on a lamp before leaving.

Jinwoo didn't voice it, but he secretly felt pleased that you slipped into is sheets. He wants to believe that you felt the need to go to your safespace and it was in his bedroom that had his scent lingering.

He would roll up his sleeves and went to fetch some ingredients in the fridge and getting a pot to cook congee soup in.

Making food for his wife felt a little... Strange but relaxing at the same time. Jinwoo can technically cure you with the system's potions.

But he wanted to make this as an excuse to spend time with you and hopefully... Grow a little closer to you.

He had always wanted to be close to you, ever since the first day of your marriage. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on your wearing that beautiful wedding dress.

The image of you on that day always replayed in his mind over and over. He was secretly grateful that you were his wife.

You're not an entitled spoiled brat, you were understanding and patient. Despite his situation a years ago, you stayed with him. He gave you the option to divorce him, and yet you never did. You quietly looked after his sister when he is busy with his job, and even took care of his mother when she was in the hospital due to her coma.

As Jinwoo slices the garlic into thinner pieces, his mind cant help but drift to a tragic dream. He had a nightmare before, wherein you were caught in trouble with Go Gunhee. Jinwoo could clearly remember what happened on that day, monarchs attacked Gunhee and costed him his life, and you were there too because you were passing by. The debris from Gunhee's fight fell onto you, crushing you underneath the rocks.

And just like that, you were gone.

Slice.

That nightmare still shakes him up to this day.

In that dream, Jinwoo fought wars with monarchs, he battled in a long tiring war driven mad by the lost of his beloved wife who he couldn't love because he had been too scared to reach out.

That Jinwoo feared rejection so much that he couldn't even say a proper goodbye.

He was lonely and bitter in that dream, even as the gods congratulated him— Even as the those angelic gods gave him the power to reset time, he cant help but hate them.

That was the tragic dream he had on the night before your wedding day, he was blessed by the system when he woke up.

And thus, that was the day he started going on a frenzy grinding up the levels and most importantly looking for the monarchs before they wake up. He managed to even bring home his father who went missing in the gates because he was trapped.

He can't help but think that maybe that dream really did happen in the future, and maybe it was a reality once but not anymore because he prevented it from happening.

Jinwoo can never really know.

All that matters is that you are safe and sound, right here in the safety of his home secretly guarded by an army of shadows who are strictly tasked to not hesitate in killing should an event rise of anyone daring to harm you and to protect you no matter what at all costs.

It was overkill of him to shove ten thousand soldiers and 19 elite commanders on you. But it didnt matter.

As Jinwoo filled up a bowl of congee, he went to get fever medicine from the cabinet before going back to his room where you were resting.

He first set down the bowl and medicine on the sidetable and gently cooed at you to wake up.

The soft taps managed to wake you in an instant.

"I made some congee," He said, helping you sit up with one hand while the other propped up the pillows against the headboard to let you lean against.

Jinwoo didnt need to ask, he knew with the way your hands are moving that you're too weak to pick up the spoon. So instead, he sat at the edge of the bed and started feeding you the congee. Of course, he made sure to blow at it first before feeding you. After all, he doesn't want to burn your tongue.

"It's not salty, isn't it?" He inquires.

"..." You shake your head, continuing to eat the food he was feeding you.

It took a while, but you managed to finish the bowl with Jinwoo's coaxing.

"Next time, if you feel unwell," Jinwoo said, placing the empty dish down as he started helpign you drink the medicine. "Call me."

"I didn't want to bother you..."

"You would never bother me" He replies, wiping his thumb on the corner of your lip to remove excess water. "Why do you think you would?"

"...I thought you don't like me." You say in a small voice, making Jinwoo pause.

"Was my actions towards you made you think so?" He frowned, realizing the mistake he has been making. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you think I do."

Jinwoo continues, stroking your messy hair, "I never disliked you, nor have I hated you. I was just... Well... Worried that if I act friendly it would scare you off or that you in fact don't like me as a husband."

"I don't," You shake your head, instinctively leaning in on Jinwoo's touch. "...I never did either. I was just shy."

He chuckles, continuing to stroke your head.

"You need to rest," He said, helping you lie down comfortably. "I'll just sleep in your room—...."

Jinwoo pauses when you weakly grasped his sleeve, shaking your head.

You don't want to be alone, not right now when you feel so terrible. In fact, you felt afraid to be alone at the moment. You just feel so sick that you want someone to be with you.

And that person you want to be with is Jinwoo, your husband.

He said he didn't dislike you. So surely it's alright to want him to be here with you, right?

You anxiously look up at Jinwoo's grey eyes that grew tender at your own.

Handsome.

Your husband is just so handsome it makes you feel a bit breathless.

"N-nevermind... You might get sick" You whimper softly, slowly letting go of him

"It's alright," Jinwoo hums, lifting the blanket up a bit slipped in with you. "I can't get sick."

You look up, confused and he just smiles.

"...There's this thing I have that prevents me from getting sick. I cant even get drunk no matter how many bottles I down" Jinwoo explains, gently pulling you close to him and rubbing your back. "So don't worry about me."

"...Is there more?" You inquire, a little curious despite feeling sick at the moment.

"Hmm... Well, I guess I can locate anyone too" He said, shrugging. "Are you curious? About what else I can do?"

"...Yes."

"Then I'll tell you all about it once you feel better, and show you a few tricks I learned" He smiles gently. "In exchange, I want you to know that you can ask anything of me and I will protect you always. Even when i'm not around you, I'm always watching"

Though Jinwoo didn't directly said it, you knew he was saying that he wants to start again with you. As a proper couple this time.

꒰ 🪼A/N: Another route to the loveless marriage Jinwoo bot because I can and I said so hahah. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[its-time-to-write]

masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*82 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

please don’t be

five chapters of sadness that definitely isn’t based on personal experience

[writingoddess1125]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request Buggy taking care of reader while they’re sick? Thank you! I’m currently rereading your “find out they have a kid” and I can’t wait for pt3!

Can do! I hope you like this and also thanks for the support! ❤️

Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold

BuggyxGNReader FLUFF

When you woke up that morning, you felt awful... you felt achy and fatigued before the day had even started. However today was a big day, there was a treasure the crew had found a large chunk of Captian John's treasure which would lead to the biggest treasure from the deceased pirate. You were critical for this mission and needed to be on your best. You knew this treasure was important for your partner Buggy- He hadn't even been in bed these last few nights in order to plan for this event.

So some tiredness wouldn't stop you- Forcing yourself up you dressed and went out to the main deck-

You saw your crew practically vibrating in excitement, you saw the island close by that would hold the treasure that your crew was looking for- leaning against the railing you closed your eyes trying to wave away the pain that riddled your body, lightheaded and exhausted.

After a few moments hard footsteps sounded behind you making you turn to see Buggy, dresses in his flashiest best and talking to several crew mates. A wide smile on his lips as he was just as excited as everyone else at this- however you saw his eyes scanning around most likely looking for you.

Once he spotted you his eyes narrowed, your nerves picking up as you knew he could sense something was wrong. Quickly looking away you stare back at the target at hand, feeling Buggy walk right behind you.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?.. you look a little off" Buggy asked calmly, but you can still feel his narrowed gaze on you. Shrugging quickly you wave it off-

"I'm fine I'm fine-" You try to say but some coughs rattled your lungs, Buggy turned you around quickly as he stares at your face. Him spinning made you feel nauseous and your head starting to thump- not even noticing Buggy was speaking at first.

You stared at Buggy confused as his words seemed to become mumbled like your head was underwater. He stepped closer to you and peeled one of his gloves off with his teeth as he went to press it to your forehead, but before he could you felt the world spin and darkness consume you. Only the feeling of rough hands grabbing you was the last you felt before falling into a deep sleep.

When you woke up you groaned, feeling cold?- opening an eye you see you were in Buggy's room laying in his bed. In thin pajamas and a single blanket over you- Buggy was seated next to you pouring some things into different cups, he was dressed in much simpler clothes not in his flashy attire. You shiver and reach for the heavy blankets at the foot of the bed but Buggy gently grabbed your hand to stop from doing so.

"Don't want you to overheat- Your fever is already really high" Buggy said calmly, adding another thin blanket to help you feel a bit warmer and comforble but not enough to have you overheat. He gently began to give you water, making sure you drank a full cup before he gave you anything else. Downing the water which felt like gold to your sore throat you, and Buggy had to help pace you. Once done he added another pillow behind you you leaned back on happily.

"How long have I've been out?" You grumbled, sinking more into the bed with a tired sigh.

"Few hours" Buggy said calmly, Grabbing a thermometer and holding it to your lips carefully as you did as he commanded. Waiting for the temp to read, which took a few moments showing you had a hell of a high fever.

"You are very sick.. probably a form of flu" He grumbled, careful as he put away the thermometer to be cleaned later. Taking the near by teapot that was on a heater he added in the several premeasured ingredients and stirred them in the white teapot with a spoon. It made you think of a parent making soup for their sick child.

"Man of many talents I see" You try to jest but a series of weezing coughs rattled your lungs. He tried to smile but winced at the hard coughs.

"I suppose, But I learned a lot of skills and sorta became a jack of all trades- But a master of non" He admitted, pouring whatever was in the teapot into a large cup.

"Hot toddy" He said calmly, helping you sit up so you could take the teacup, Raising a brow at it as it smelt heavenly. Drinking it down quickly as your eyebrows raised.

"Is that whiskey?" Buggy nodded pouring you another cup.

"Yep, Whiskey, tea, honey and lemon. Helps with a cough, sore throat and will knock your little ass out so you can sleep" He smiled at you, earning a chuckle from you as you drank another cup. He gave you another drink of water to make sure you were well hydrated before taking your tea cup and laying you back down.

You laid there as you felt Buggy tuck you in on all sides with the blankets, making sure you were good and packed in so you couldn't move and hurt yourself. He grabbed the damp rag and gingerly placed it on your forehead.

"I'm sorry... I blew the mission for today.." You whisper softly, closing your eyes at the feeling of the cool rag on your forehead. Buggy smoothed your sticky hair, his free hand finding yours under the blanket and rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"(Y/N) it will be there when you're better... besides you are more valuable to me then any Silver and Gold that exist" He said sincerely as he looked at you with only love. You smiled at his sweet words.

"Even Diamons and devil fruits?" You croak out, earning a chuckle from Buggy as he nodded.

"Even diamonds, Rubies and every devil fruit that exist.. Now get some sleep okay?" He said softly. You nodded and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, swearing you heard soft humming of a lullaby as you drifted into rest.

[d-romanov]

eep i’m obsessed with your stories!! if you want any inspiration, maybe soft mama nat taking care of R when she’s sick? R probably isn’t used to being cared for in that way because of her past, and is adamant at first that she’s fine. Ofc Nat provides lots of cuddles and carries weak R throughout the tower

everyone needs a sick day

[ 845 words ]

[ natasha romanoff x teen!widow!reader ]

notes: i'm so glad you like them!! i'm always a sucker for soft nat, and it was fun to write reader being so stubborn :P i hope you enjoy!!

summary: reader is sick and stubborn and natasha thinks it's funny.

cw: mentions of past abuse (the red room)

You figured that your sneezing the other day had just been allergies, and that the chills you had last night were simply the air conditioning being up too high. The unpleasant aching all over must have just been from overdoing it while you were sparring the other day, and your cough was simply a consequence of the air being so dry. It was the middle of winter in New York City, after all.

At no point did you truly consider you were sick. Avenger or not, you were still a Widow, and Widows simply didn't get sick.

Being sick meant you were vulnerable, weak. Weakness wasn't tolerated because weakness got you killed.

It took a long time for you to unlearn all the things you'd been taught, no matter how often Natasha reminds you you're safe when you wake up from a nightmare.

You'd made a lot of progress in your year at the tower, but there were some things that just didn't go away that fast.

So, out of a deeply rooted fear, only exacerbated by the low-grade fever you've had the last two days, you decided you wouldn't tell anyone.

Of course, Natasha, your mentor and mother figure, saw through it straight away when you walked into the kitchen for breakfast. She noted your especially sluggish movements and subtle shivering while you shuffled to the counter.

"How'd you sleep, y/n?" You rub your eyes to try and wake yourself up.

"Fine, you?" It comes out really scratchy and bugs your throat, but you're able to suppress the cough that threatens to bubble up. You're fine.

"I slept alright, just got a little too warm last night, did you notice that?" You're not sure if she's caught on, but you know the tower has impeccable temperature control.

"Eh, a little, wasn't that bad though." You throat feels especially dry when you swallow, and you try to suppress another cough. It doesn't work however, and the choked noise that leaves you is painful.

"Yup thought so." Natasha makes her way next to you and hold her hand to your head, to which you unconsciously lean into the cooling touch. "You're sick, hun."

"M'not sick." You grumble, not bothering to move your head away or sit up straight. You know you've been caught.

"Sweetheart, you're burning up. Let's get you back to bed and get some medicine in you."

Your sick daze impedes your rational thought, and your heart skips a beat at the mention of "medicine."

"No, no Nat 'm fine, really." You stumble when you stand too fast, but Natasha catches your arms gently.

"No, you're sick y/n." Her tone is soft but firm, she's not trying to punish your weakness, she just wants to help. "Now are you gonna listen or do I have to carry you back?" Her mouth quirks up.

You glare defiantly up at Natasha's slightly amused expression. You're not a baby, you don't need to be carried.

Your face scrunches up. "I'm fine." And you sneeze right as you say it. Wonderful.

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you. "Alright then," Next thing you know, she's scooped you up with her hands under your back and legs. "Carried it is."

"Wha-! Nat put me down!" You practically squeal as you squirm in her arms, but her hold doesn't falter once.

"Nope! You, miss, are going back to bed and resting until you're better."

"But-!"

"No buts."

You grumble and cross your arms, tucking your head into her neck, which feels cool against your hot forehead.

As Natasha carries you through the tower, you feel yourself relax. Her neck is relief from the fever and headache, the rhythmic bounce from every step is practically rocking you to sleep.

Your body is still periodically shocked by a harsh cough or chill, but Natasha kisses your forehead and shushes you, or squeezes your body a little tighter against hers.

You think you hear someone say 'hi' because Natasha stops before you're on your floor yet, but you're too content in your position to acknowledge it.

Soon enough, you're being placed gently back in your bed and being handed a glass of water and some Tylenol.

You tiredly swallow the pills and drink most of the water, which is soothingly cold as it goes down.

Natasha tucks you in warmly and swipes your hair from your face. "You'll feel better if you get some rest, малышка, and I'll make you some soup when you wake up."

You giggle tiredly. "You can't cook, мама,"

Natasha blows a raspberry at you. "Okay, I'll microwave you some canned soup. How's that?"

"s' good." You're failing at keeping your eyes open, and Nat turns the bedside lamp off and moves to leave. You grumble.

"What is it, детка?"

You reach your hand out lazily, eyes shut and brows furrowed. "Stay."

Natasha smiles and lifts the covers, scooting down and pulling you close under her chin. "Sleep, love."

After some shifting you settle against her and your breathing soon evens out, soundly asleep in your mother's arms.

[obae-me]

ive been sick recently, here are some of the fever dreams and various other stupid thoughts ive had;

1. mammon and mc taking beel to the human realm to compete in eating challenges. he gets free food and they get to laugh at the horrified faces of the judges while he demolishes everything and asks for seconds

2. remember the golden age of a/b/o? demons have a higher sense of smell so when mc first arrived, there was a scent blocker in the summoning spell. This fails at some point and now mc has to hide out with solomon or else the brothers will follow them around like they’re the pied piper bc since when did mc smell so good?

3. mc convinving the brothers that humans molt by doing the pva glue thing. solomon is the only one who knows different and absolutely backs them up

4. freaking out the brothers by sleepwalking/talking. mc opening levi’s door in the middle of the night (he’s still awake, rui-chan just dropped a new episode he needs to analyse) and just dead staring at him for several seconds before barking and walking away. he avoids them for days after

5. going to the human realm and bring back a souvenir for diavolo every time. they’re usually the silly things you can buy when you visit tourist areas but they’re held in as high regard as the royal family heirlooms. a small snow globe with a sunglasses wearing gnome inside is displayed next to the royal jewels

6. sampling every different kind of tea with barbatos like a bucket list (chamomile? thumbs up! darjeeling? hates with a burning passion)

7. leaving offerings for the demons/angels out of habit whenever they do something nice. new beauty routine- asmo finds roses in his room. high grade on a paper- satan finds a small cat statuette on top of a pile of books. loaned a listening ear- simeon finds new pens in his writing desk

8. mc being affectionate without realising. humans can be big on physical contact so it’s can be common to kiss or hug regularly. demons are not like this and they short circuit everytime mc kisses their cheeks in thanks or hugs them in greeting

thank you for your time i’m going back to sleep

Oh no! I'm sorry you're sick! Drink tons of fluids and get so much rest!!

1. I bet you Mammon put some money down on him somehow and became absolutely giddy with how much Beel was winning. He would treat him to a buffet afterwards.

2. Ah yes, the wonderful and semi cursed days of a/b/o. I have no doubt that something about their human drives them all crazy.

3. I love love love the thought of MC and Solomon doing things that freak the demons and angels out a bit, mixing real things with fake facts and no one ever knowing what's true or not.

4. What if the brothers all assumed that only Belphie did stuff like that because of his Sin, and so when MC comes around and does similar things, it freaks them out a bit. Again, I love the idea of a human giving all the powerful demons a bit of the jeebies.

5. That is such a cute thing, oh my goodness. Diavolo being obsessed with cheap cliche tourist souvenirs. He's got mugs and shotglasses with different states and countries on them, the fridge in the kitchen has a bunch of magnets of various attractions. He's got several baseball caps he wears around the castle when people aren't around.

6. So sweet! I love the thought of Barbatos having a little notepad and writing notes on their reactions of different teas so he knows exactly what to serve them and when. (I love me a good earl grey myself).

7. As a person who loves giving gifts, this idea is so sweet. It's like a beautiful equivalent of getting a little gold star. They deserve good things, all of them.

8. I think I've done a headcanon of this particular thing (or maybe not, maybe it's just been on my mind before). But yes! Coming up and giving them a hug when they're sad, telling them they love them before hanging up the phone, all things that makes the demons melt instantly, and MC isn't even aware.

Thank you for sharing your dreams!! I love hearing about dreams! Rest up!!

[lianaisabsent]

Hiiii :)

Your writings are really nice, in looking forward to see more pieces of your work. Could I maybe request reader(gn or female if possible) taking care of sick Fyodor? If not, that's completely fine too.

Take your time, and please take care of yourself too.

Good night/day!

Taking care of them while their sick

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I usually write more than one character sometimes so I hope it's okay with you that I didn't just write Fyodor, and you're very kind take care of yourself as well!

CHARACTERS: Fyodor, dazai, chuuya

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He may be smart but he didn't calculate himself falling ill

He doesn't show it though, acts like its fine because he needs to still "Carry out his works for his ideal world"

You did end up finding out by nikolai that he's sick and you decided to tell him to rest.

“I did not need you to come and help me”

It was night time when you decided to visit Fyodor with something to eat, nikolai ended up slipping up about how Fyodor was sick in a conversation you both were having. You packed egg soup for him and some fruits and medicine to take with you because you doubt he had any facilities for you to work with in his rat filled basement.

As you entered the place, you knew Fyodor was known of your presence and decided to just walk inside. He was still working and monitoring things and you could only sigh in result. 'even when sick all he thinks of is being a world wide terrorist' you thought as you made your way behind him tapping his hat. “oh, you're here already” Fyodor said with a slight hoarse voice and you noticed cold sweats breaking out on his forehead.

“take a brea-” you were rudely interrupted by a simple “no” you sighed and looked around, the place was already congested and felt like it was going to collapse at any moment, no wonder he was sick. “if you don't take a break, you might end up having a worse outcome and your well thought out plan might have miscalculations in it and it might just fail, all because you didn't take care” you spoke sternly because talking sweet to him was not going to work so you had to persuade him through his plans.

He agreed to resting for a while so you made him lay down and drink the soup you made and when you took out the thermometer, you found out he had high fever

“how long ago did you even see the light of outside?” “a month ago” “...”

You did take care of him, fed him medicines and for a few seconds he even appeared slightly vulnerable due to the sickness because he held your hand as he slept for a while. You placed a blanket on top of him and patted his head.

Needles to say, He might have liked the attention

(I'm sorry if it was off I'm not very sure how Fyodor lives or if he even had a bed)

Dazai osamu

He is very dramatic. He will make sure everyone in the agency knows he's sick so he can stay home.

He does act more vulnerable during his sickness so he tends to want to stay home in general.

You found out about it from dazai himself when he called you about his reports. “why haven't I done them? Well.. Because I'm sick!”

It was a normal day in the agency after you finished up work, you gave all the reports from your last mission to kunikida and left the agency. You remember dazai saying he's sick so you decided maybe you should pay him a visit and see if he's doing well or not.

As you walked up to his place you knocked once, waited, twice still waited.. One more time and still waiting.. ‘he's seriously not going to open is he?’

You "threatened" to break the window if he wouldn't open and the door flung open in one smooth motion. “sweetheart I can't afford repair for a broken window!” dazai slumped around dramatically while you only shook your head with a slight smile.

He let you in and you saw the horror that was dazai's apartment.. Alcohol bottles everywhere and unwashed dishes and a weird smell of hot sweat. You slowly turned to dazai not even shocked because you expected this to some extent.. But not to this extent.

You cleaned the place up a bit and opened the windows and curtains and dazai hissed as if he was some vampire allergic to the light.

you made him lay down and took some water in a bowl and a clean cloth, dipped it in the water and laid it on his forehead. You made him some soup and made him drink that along with herbal tea you brought from the store. “can I get a kiss?” “I'll kiss you if you recover soon”

His bandages came undone at some point but you didn't look because you knew he liked his privacy so you only brought him the first aid kit and left him alone for that. When he called you back he hugged you and went to sleep.

Nakahara chuuya

He's not one to not tell you, he did end up telling only you that he's sick though.

He let's you care for him and he doesn't have the energy to say much when he's sick

Acts like a child

When he told you he was sick your first reaction was to band him from having wine. You went over to his house and made him drink a bitter herbal mixture. He almost puked it out if it wasn't for your threat to break his wine collection. He wanted to argue but his voice was in no shape to even speak.

He hugged you even though you told him that you have things to finish up, he asked you for everything from giving him water to making him something. He reminded you of a cat who asks it's owners for food and acts all high and mighty.

His place is always fairly neat so you wondered how he got sick, “long story short I almost drowned and I got out but I started sneezing and I ended up with this” “oh”

He stayed sick for a few days but luckily with you and kouyou's help he ended up recovering quickly and started arguing with people (people being dazai) so you knew he was better.

[frvnkcastles]

Hello my lovely writer,

I love your work but wasn't brave enough to write you, until today =) even if I don't know if you're still accepting requests I give it a try, in hope that you like to write a story with your wonderful words. Currently I'm sick as a dog and in need of some care taking Frank...

Frank and her are dating for some time now, but she has problems with trusting him completely because of her last abusive relationship. So she didn't tell him that she is chronical ill and often suffers from pulmonary infections and tachycardia always when she feels under the weather or sick she tells him she is busy so they can't meet. When she's falling deathly sick with a very high fever she tells him to raincheck their date. Frank gets suspicious and tries not to think of her cheating with him. When he doesn't hear from her for days and she doesn't answer his texts and phone calls he's mad and he wants to confront her. What he doesn't know is that she's at home deathly sick and in need of help cause of her high fever. When she doesn't open her door he is raging thinking that she's in bed with another man, but what he finds shatters his heart not as he aspected. He finds her semi conscious on her bathroom floor....

Well some angst, drama, secrets of her past and a protective caretaking Frank nurses her back to health.

Hope that's something you like.

Love, kiss and hugs sends you a fan of your work

Sorry for my English, it's not my first language 🤍

SIRENS IN MY HEAD ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Feeling under the weather, you cancel your date with Frank, and when he doesn’t hear from you for a few days, he expects the worst — only to find an equally bad situation: you, unconscious on the bathroom floor.

Warnings: Chronic illness, mentions of an abusive ex, cursing, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2.2k

Author’s note: Omg anon it took me so long to finish this, I apologize!! I took some creative liberties with this one because personally I feel like Frank would assume something bad happened to you instead of cheating, but I hope you still like what I came up with :) I’m sending you lots of love and good vibes!!

In the past couple of months, you and Frank had discovered that you had a lot in common — you both liked dogs, you both tended to put others before yourselves, and you liked the same kind of music playing from his truck radio whenever he took you anywhere. But the most glaring similarity between the two of you lately was that neither of you remembered the first thing about dating. He had never even intended to get back into it, but then you had come and won his heart all to yourself, whereas you had been reserved and wary ever since you had broken up with your aggressive and controlling ex. His habit of putting you down with words as much as his hands had earned you a complete distrust of men — with Frank being, apparently, the exception.

Still, you didn’t completely open up to him. In fact, there was one major thing you had been holding out on, out of the fear that it would be too much for him to take — or worse, he would take advantage of that weakness somehow. So when you started to feel under the weather once more, your chronic tendencies acting up again, you made sure not to tell him why you were canceling your dinner date.

”Yeah, it’s just, I have to be at work all day and it doesn’t really seem like it’s gonna work out today”, you rambled into the phone, hoping Frank wouldn’t call you out on the bullshit excuse, only to be crushed a little more by his disappointed voice.

”Oh, okay, sweetheart. ’M sorry to hear that. Maybe tomorrow, then, huh?” Frank suggested, his gravelly voice full of dismay, and as a wave of nausea rushed over you, you squeezed your eyes shut and drew in a shaky breath.

”Actually, uh, I’m not sure I can make that work. I’m really sorry, but I’ll—I’ll let you know when I’m… more available”, you cleared your throat, embarrassment creeping up your spine and mixing in with the cold sweat breaking on your forehead. ”Again, I’m sorry. I have to go.”

With that, you hung up the phone and threw it next to you on the mattress before groaning and running your hands across your face. You hated this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to telling him the truth. Still, as your fever rose and your heartrate refused to calm down, you wished nothing more than to have Frank by your side, caressing your hair and holding your hand.

It wasn’t the first time you had done this, tried to fool him into thinking you were fine when in reality you were not, but this was the first time Frank was more than just a little bit suspicious. He would have liked to think that enough time had passed between the two of you for you to be honest with him, the same way he was learning to be honest with you — even about things he had always kept to himself.

Still, he let it go. For the first couple of days, anyway. Then all of a sudden, you weren’t answering texts, ranging from casual check-ins to more clear requests for any kind of sign, and when he called you, you didn’t pick up, either. You had gone completely radio silent for the fourth day now, whereas before you would get back to Frank within minutes. He missed checking his phone and seeing a notification from you, and like a goddamn schoolgirl, he missed texting you until ungodly hours in the AM until he’d pass out on his phone from sheer exhaustion.

And Frank, well, he always assumed the worst. The most horrendous scenario imaginable was already forming in his head, and he tried his damnedest to keep his cool, but fuck, if he wasn’t worried. He tried to get his mind off of you by cleaning his guns, but he soon realized it was just to prepare him against whoever had possibly taken you from your home, or maybe even the street. Surely something had happened for you to not even let him know you were okay.

”Goddamn it, sweetheart”, he muttered at his phone where his long list of unanswered text messages stared back at him. He tried to sit still in his silent apartment, but the longer he did, the worse he started to overthink. And before he knew it, he was out the door, headed for your building with his gun in the waistband of his jeans.

Tapping on the wheel, he impatiently swerved from one street to another. He had gotten far too attached to you — in fact, he hadn’t even realized just how deeply until right now, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, not now, not ever. You had become so indescribably important to him, more than he’d even care to admit, but he couldn’t lie to himself. He was ready to go to war for you if that was what the night had in the cards for him.

He was at your front door in almost no time, his knuckles knocking on the door to give you the chance to answer. But when nothing happened, not even a squeak came from indoors, Frank tried the handle — to no avail. ”Fuck”, he cursed under his breath, knowing you’d hand his ass to him for what he was about to do, but he wasn’t going to let a mere door stand in his way.

And so, he shoved through the door with his shoulder, busting in unceremoniously and with a bang. At first glance, the apartment looked untouched, and in any other situation, he would have taken a moment to appreciate just how you it was, from photos to little plushies decorating the place. But now, he was focused on only one thing, and that was finding you. Even though the place seemed normal in every way, he withdrew his gun and kept it hoisted in the air just in case, the barrel leading the way as he searched the apartment room by room.

It was in the bathroom that Frank found what he was looking for, only to be slapped in the face by the horror that quickly washed over him at the sight — you, lying on the floor, sweat beading on your feverish face while you breathed heavily and unevenly.

”Shit”, he uttered out while putting his gun away and kneeling down beside you. ”Sweetheart? Hey, sweet girl, can you hear me? Hey, I need ya to wake up for me, okay?” Frank continued, his anger fading into worry as he lifted your head up and tried to gently shake you into consciousness. When you began moving on your own and your eyes parted open, he sighed in relief, but licked his lips in the realization that you were not in the clear yet.

”Hey, hey, take it easy. You with me, darlin’? Look at me”, he instructed with short and simple statements, his voice gentle but stern, and you found it in yourself to follow his guidance. You leaned into him and looked up at him, struggling to find your words with your dry throat and your dizzy head.

”Didn’t want you to see me like this”, you slurred, and knitting his eyebrows together, Frank tilted his head at you.

Nodding to promise he understood, he cleared his throat. ”Listen, I’mma take you to the hospital, aight? I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise”, he continued, and even though you didn’t have it in you to fight back, you nodded.

With ease, Frank picked you up from the floor, and as quickly but carefully as he could, he rushed downstairs to his truck where he made sure to protect your head and avoid any sudden movements while buckling you in. He maintained a balance between rushing and not risking your life any further, but needless to say, he was relieved no cops pulled him over as he sped through the streets to get to the emergency room.

He was working on autopilot, his instincts guiding him but his mind not quite catching up with what was happening. He was scared, but that part of him was shutting down completely and the diligent soldier in him took charge of the situation until you were lying in a hospital bed, still unconscious but stable according to the doctors.

He didn’t leave your side for one second, even when his eyes started to slip and his body yearned for coffee. The doctors told him he might have to wait all night, but he was willing to — he just wasn’t going to let you wake up all alone, confused and hurt.

It must have been near 4 AM when you finally came to, your groggy movements alerting Frank who was half-asleep in the chair he had dragged to your bedside. But as soon as you seemed to be waking up, he was eyes wide and his hand reaching for yours. You were too out of it to fight him off even if you had wanted to, but when your eyes adjusted to the new setting and you slowly realized where you were, you clung onto him desperately.

”Frank…”, you croaked out, eyes blinking rapidly as you lifted your head just a little bit, and shushing you softly, Frank caressed your cheek with his free hand.

”Hey there, pretty girl. I’m right here. You’re at the hospital, okay? I found you, uh, I found ya unconscious and I got you here”, he started, his rough voice a warm welcome as you got oriented — although as you did, you found yourself hoping you wouldn’t.

As soon as you remembered the couple of days you had had, shame, regret and guilt gushed into your system, poisoning you from within and encouraging you to bury your face in your hands. You groaned, but still blissfully unaware, Frank continued.

”I—I’m not really sure what happened and the doctors don’t wanna tell me anythin’…”, he trailed off, sounding and looking very much like a kicked puppy, and it made you feel so shitty. God, you really liked him, and now it felt like everything you had developed together was moments away from burning to ashes.

”I’m so sorry, Frank. I didn’t want you to get involved in this mess”, you breathed out, pursing your lips together awkwardly in an effort to not cry.

”Hey, you don’t gotta apologize. I… I wanna be involved in whatever you got goin’ on, y’know?” he shrugged before licking his lips and adding, ”and since I’m here now, maybe you could tell me what’s goin’ on?”

He made a damn good argument there. So, you decided to put on your big girl pants and rip off the band-aid.

”I suffer from these… spells, I guess. I deal with chronic illness and when I get sick, I get really sick. I’ve been struggling with it a lot this week, so I cancelled our date”, you explained with a grimace, but Frank didn’t seem shaken by it — worried, sure, but about to make your worst nightmares come true? Not by a long shot.

”Man, that’s… Shit, that sucks. No way ’round it. ’M sorry”, he sympathized, and you nodded quietly to accept his kindness. ”Maybe I’m just a big ole’ idiot but uh, you coulda just told me, yeah?” Frank wondered, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his innocent attempt to understand. Granted, you weren’t making it easy for him.

”Yeah, that’s where my trust issues come in, I guess. Um, my ex was really… Well, the worst. I kinda learned to expect the worst from everyone, especially men, and I didn’t want to risk telling you because I didn’t know how you’d react. Even now I’m kind of worried about what this means for our future”, you admitted nervously, your fingers fiddling with the thin cover on top of you, and Frank immediately squeezed your hand to reassure you.

”I ain’t gonna do anythin’ you don’t want me to. I’ll try to learn about it and do whatever I can to help ya out, is that okay?” he questioned shyly, and with a quick nod, you smiled at him.

”It’s okay. I would like that. I just don’t want it to be an inconvenience or—or something that gives you too much control over me”, you explained, and tilting his head at you, Frank frowned.

”I don’t wanna control you, sweetheart. ’M sorry your ex was a piece of shit like that. But I promise ya, I ain’t gonna be the same. I’mma do this shit right”, he insisted, still squeezing your hand, and as his words hung in the air, you felt the anxiety slowly fade away. Maybe, this could work out.

”Thank you”, you whispered, and nodding to confirm it was the least he could do, Frank lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss on the back of it.

”Next time… you can tell me and maybe I can come over and take care of you, yeah?” he offered, and when you broke into an approving smile, he flashed a grin at you. ”Good, good… ’Cause I gotta be honest, I really like you, girl. And I ain’t plannin’ on messin’ this up”, Frank pointed out, and with a giggle escaping your mouth, you gripped his hand a bit tighter.

”Don’t worry, you’re doing just fine so far.”

[sophswritingthings]

hi hi!! i love your writing sm and i'm currently under the weather rn so i was wondering how would mizu take care of her apothecary! wife/spouse if they got really ill? plus points if said spouse is really stubborn and persistent that they can take care of themselves. plus plus points if mizu was injured recently and in recovery, thats why spouse is so adamant about getting better on their own. 

pairing: mizu x sick!fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): ermmmm swearing

a/n: aww hi babe!!!! sorry to hear you're not feeling very well rn, hope you feel better soon <3 have some fluff to make it all feel better 

summary: you're probably as stubborn as your wife when it comes to being cared for; especially while she’s still healing. you’ve fallen sick, and can barley get out of bed—mizu wants to help you. but of course, you have to be you about it.

word count: 490 words / 2,574 characters 

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“mizu…. please,” you groaned, holding your head as you attempted to sit up. “I-I can take care of myself, I—“

she held two fingers to your lips, narrowing her eyes. she saw sat on the edge of the bed, atop of the blanket by your feet.

“not as of now, you can’t,” she grumbled, grabbing the medicine again. “so you'll keep your ass lying down, and take the medicine.”

“c'mon, mizu… y-you’re hurt, too,” you mumble, brushing your hand across her chest. 

“I may be hurt, but I can walk,” mizu hissed. “you cannot. you are sick, and I need you to take your medicine. I do not want you dying on me, (y/n).”

her harsh words had a kind meaning behind them.

you rolled your eyes, deciding to buckle down and just listen.

you raised your lips to the cup. mizu titled it backward, pouring the liquid down your throat. you swallowed, tensing at the bitter taste. but if I would make you feel better; than whatever.

if it made mizu feel better about your situation; then you'd do it.

“there,” she smiles softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. your head was on fire, you definitely had a high fever. she groaned as she sat herself up, rubbing the wound on her chest.

“y-you need to rest,” there you were, attempting to sit up again.

mizu was still rubbing her chest in pain, “I-I’ll be fine,” she rose to her feet. “sleep, my love, please. I can make you soup.”

you sighed, lying your head back down against your pillow.

soup did sound nice…

“okay.. okay,” you took in a shaky breath, coughing as you did so. “just.. be careful with your body, okay?”

she nodded. It wasn’t like she was going to do something so dangerous, like fight another samurai, or something. but she appreciated your care for her safety.

she exited the room, stepping toward the counter. she grabbed a pot, beginning to boil noddles over the open fire. she was making some for herself, as well. probably so you two could cuddle in bed while you relaxed. that way it would keep you in bed, too. 

she wasn’t as good at cooking as you were; so it took her maybe an hour to get the food ready. she prepared it just as you liked it. she didn’t like it the same way, but she was making it for you, not for her. and she would eat it if it made you happy.

you climbed into bed, sitting next to you. as soon as she sat down, you slowly sat up, leaning yourself on her body. she smiled, placing her bowl on the side table.

she cradled you in her arms, brushing her hands through your hair as you slowly ate the food she had prepared for you.

“thank you, my darling…” you whispered, your voice barley audible.

“of course, my love.”

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The one story that scares me the most away from substance use is Jimmy Page. It's not an easy topic to go by, yet I'm still hesitant to post this.

Finding out the pure severity of Jimmy's health between '75-'83, mainly talking about 1977. This whole topic makes me so sad, but I always keep looking.

More under cut, it's a long post unpacking that year. Feel free to add.

We all know he did heroin, starting in 1975, and that he's always been skinny and underweight. But it started amping up in '76, taking more with a noticeable weight loss.

That man was practically on the brink of death from 1977. Between constant shows, rarely eating save for a liquid diet, rarely sleeping, and his addictions... it's scary. He had a weight goal that'd been just about reached: between 125-130 Ibs at 5'11½". (And while an inaccurate measurement of health for those heavier, this falls into 17 on the BMI chart: severely underweight) He dropped a few waist sizes (men's 29 in '75, down to men's 26) and had refused to talk to Peter Clifton after he'd included wide shots of Jimmy in TSRTS and a single roll of his stomach, as it made his ass "too wide." The black dragon pants didn't fit anymore, and fell off during a show. You can see him in the black dragon suit plus a belt during the Oakland photos. Note that these pants had completely fit him without need of a belt two years prior. He ended up at around a men's 26 waist. He'd stopped eating completely for a few days in a row during some tours.

Safe to say, Jimmy was extremely weight conscious. I think he met the criteria for an eating disorder diagnosis, as well.

There's accounts of him having stage fright and anxiety. He'd show up to '77 tour shows completely exhausted, nodding off constantly. Peter Grant had ended up slapping him awake and giving him coke just so he wouldn't pass out.

Then, there's the Chicago '77 show. Jimmy, sick on stage. His eyes are bloodshot, he's had nothing but orange juice in the past 60 hours, along with no sleep in that time frame. Sick from smack and coke, along with all of the previous factors of being an anxious wreck. It's a wonder he got through the first 7 songs before having to sit down during Ten Years Gone, calling for a 5 minute break, and then canceling the show. He couldn't go on that night, just nearly crumpling to sit. This is the story that scared me the most.

Linked below, the show is recorded up until Robert announces the show is canceled.

https://youtu.be/YVCiBd1oodU?feature=shared

I remember reading this account from Dave Northover (Jones' personal assistant):

This is what shattered my heart, initially reading it. How harshly drugs shattered Jimmy's brain, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. There's also a quote from Jimmy in an interview from the year: "I'm not into solid foods very much. I can't remember when I last had a steak. A few tours ago. It's just that you don't want too much in your stomach when you're playing. And there are some places you can't eat after you come back from the gig." He then notes that the banana daiquiris that he'd been consuming all the time are the answer to any problems, "having that every day and nothing to eat at all."

Additionally, In that interview, Jimmy says that earlier on in Zeppelin, Jimmy "had really been eating" and that he'd tried on the clothes from when he was in school, only for it to be very loose. It worries me more to remember that Jimmy stopped school at the age of 16 and had always been underweight. High metabolism, illness prone, and bouts of glandular fever during his time with The Crusaders (still was a teenager), not improved one bit by his undereating.

It's hurtful to hear how, more often than not, the media will praise a celebrity for their skinny figure, even if they're extremely unhealthy with it. Jimmy Page is no exception, as people praised him for his figure during his age.

Heroin is no joke, and I wouldn't wish the addiction it so easily presents to anyone. Withdrawals and smack sickness is scary to even witness, completely altering the person it grips. People often note how jimmy was an asshole, especially in the late 70s, but when dealing with a heroin addiction, with what is basically an eating disorder, high anxiety, with the goal of living your music, the goal of pleasing the crowd, getting the job done, and most of all, surviving, the way you act isn't at the front of your mind. I'm sure Page was aware he was an asshole, but with what he was dealing with, it's not important. Instant gratification, reward, matters more. Not dying matters more. Getting the next hit matters more. His image mattered more.

No matter how much of an asshole he was, and some of the reprehensible things he'd committed earlier on, I wouldn't wish this upon anyone. You see the light leave his eyes as the years went on, you know that while he recovered, those were the darkest years of his life that we know, and there's a reason he'd rarely talk about it: Who would want to?

I've heard multiple people say that if we hadn't lost Bonham in '80, then within those few years, we would've lost Page. It's a wonder he was able to still go on in the early 80s.

Even comparing photos of him in 73, 75, and 77, you go from a "safer" underweight, to his ribs completely visible.

I'm glad we still have him around. This whole topic is not easy to go by, and while most anti drug campaigns don't sway me much, it's the slow / fast decent into all of this that gives me such a strong reaction.

I don't appreciate seeing the way it's so casually joked about amongst the online zeppelin areas. People do take it seriously, but there's always the insensitive ones.

(Adding on, since I accidentally posted this as a draft)

Many people blame page for the effects of his addiction: Sloppy guitar playing, distancing from the rest of the band, assholery behavior.

You can't fault an addict for falling addicted. You can fault them for starting it, maybe, and you can criticize them for all you want. Still, a heroin addiction isn't just as cigarettes. It's the easiest to fall addicted to, and one of the hardest to quit, especially when a physical dependency is grown. Withdrawal symptoms could start early, and extreme too. Most heroin addicts trying to quit will relapse within the first day or two, it's not easy as that.

Considering how unhelpful the help was at the time, quitting cold turkey at these points would probably worsen his condition for a while, considering how rail thin Jimmy had been. The people around him grew worried, grew mad, and I find myself wondering how he could still pick up the guitar and rail out the LA Forum 1977 show, producing banger shows through 77, yet the shoddiest shows as well.

There could be little done about treatment of eating disorders as well, due to medical knowledge and stigma around it. I'll sympathize with this part, having the experience of one: ED recovery on your own is rough. I don't know how jimmy got out of heroin and an ED, and I don't think the process of that should become business unless necessary.

If you find yourself falling into these vices, seek help. Nothing about this is normal: not the lifestyle, nor the pressures.

Jimmy's case will always haunt me. I'd wish this upon no one.

[madschiavelique]

Been vomiting my intestines out all week, can't even get up due to high fever

I need big, strong, Irish-Mexican man to take care of me. Pretty please

okay i am SO sorry i took so long but going back to school happened and i got way too much work per weeks to do

but i have a little holiday week ! so i thought catching up on my old requests might be good hehe

(i didn't include vomit in there bc it's smth that triggers me as stated in my request rules but still made reader pretty sick - i am sick myself atm so YEA enjoy)

summary : miguel takes care of you when you're sick content warnings : none, pure fluff and comfort, no use of Y/N (didn't proofread but i think i kept it a gender neutral reader way ? do correct me if i'm wrong please) word count : 1,1k

You knew when you woke up that morning that work would be utterly impossible. Every joint felt like it was made of lead, your head felt like it was filled with cotton wool and your stomach was screaming at you that something was definitely wrong.

You straightened up, immediately regretting your choice as you almost fell backwards. Your head hurt like hell, your whole body felt cold and you were shaking like jelly.

Last night you'd simply fallen asleep with a little headache and a scratchy throat, but that was nothing like the pain you were feeling now.

"Miguel?" you called, your lips heavy.

You'd been tired the day before, but not that tired. You looked at the clock on your bedside table; it was early enough for Miguel to still be in the flat, unless he was out for a morning jog.

You hesitated to call him again, considering how you seemed to be having trouble swallowing your own saliva. You swallowed, wincing as you felt as if your throat had been riddled with blows from the inside.

You made a second attempt to sit up, less abruptly this time. You were thinking, wondering what you could have done in the last few days to get yourself into something so violent.

You needed a painkiller, and you needed it fast if you wanted to keep your wits about you for the rest of the day. You turned slowly, placing your feet on the ground. You felt completely frozen.

You pushed on your legs, feeling for the moment as strong as a slightly overstretched elastic band. Once you were completely up on your feet, Miguel entered the room.

As you'd expected, he'd just come back from his morning jog.

"Good morning, nena," he smiled as he opened one of his wardrobe doors, not wanting to let you near him while he was still sweating.

You were almost jealous of his energy at the moment, how was it that you were feeling so unpleasantly uncomfortable and he was frolicking around like a lionless antelope?

"Mornin'," you croaked, swallowing and wrinkling your nose at the sensation as this simple gesture made you cough a couple of times.

Your cough was slightly heavy, which obviously surprised you as much as it did Miguel. He was putting on a new pullover, his head sticking out over the collar, revealing his furrowed brow.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking a few steps towards you.

"I don't know..." you tried to speak words, but it was as if you'd bitten them into pieces before spitting them out lazily.

Not at all satisfied with your answer, Miguel placed a hand on your cheek, his frown deepening as he placed his lips against your forehead.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, easing the chill that clung to your skin.

"Cariño," he murmured, stepping back and looking into your glassy eyes, "you have a fever."

"It's all right," you mumbled as his hand, warm as tenderness, caressed your cheek with its thumb, letting your head sink into his palm as if onto a pillow.

The 'everything's fine' was more automatic than true. You knew how Miguel, despite his sometimes disinterested demeanour towards others, could become worried about you with frightening alacrity.

"When was the last time you had a day off?" he'd ask, sighing with an exasperation that sounded like 'you weren't careful were you'.

The effort of thinking about it gave you an expression as painful as if you were banging your head against a wall. So that's why you were so sick.

It's true that, come to think of it, you hadn't managed to get even a single second's respite for several weeks. You were filing paper after paper, spending the time you had when you got home wrapping up files, and the pace had given you the impression that you were gradually turning into a robot.

"Two weeks?" you suggested.

"Nena, you've been like this for over a month now," corrected Miguel.

"Fooling is my favourite thing to do," you purred, still pressing your head into his hand and closing your eyes.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard, it's not good for you," his tone was gentle, his eyebrows previously furrowed in frustration now knotted in worry.

"You're one to talk," you laughed softly, your eyes reopening to meet his gaze.

"I - yes, well," he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek. "Let's get you back into bed."

You weren't going to fight what you wanted most in the world right now, so Miguel gently helped you to lie down. It pained him to see you in such a state. No matter how many threats he fought, he couldn't stop you getting sick.

He piled the cushions behind your back to keep you comfortable, tucked you in carefully, and sat down beside you, one of his hands resting on your thigh covered by the blanket.

He stroked it with his thumb through the fabric, letting out a sigh followed by a thin smile that made him relax his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want for today, anything. Your favourite food, watch your favourite film, have me bring you anything. I'll stay with you today."

That Miguel would do you the honour of staying with you today, putting his work aside, almost made you want to cry. Whether it was joy or surprise, or both combined, you had no idea, but what was certain was that the sensations your body was sending you, which were quite pleasant, would undoubtedly be better in his presence.

"Let's start with a painkiller," Miguel suggested as he stood up and headed for your medicine cabinet, "and something to counter the fever."

"I was looking forward to living in agony for the rest of my life," you laughed to yourself as you waited for him to return.

The rest of the day was in stark contrast to everything you'd had to endure in the last month or so of relentless work. Miguel brought you food in bed, asked how your symptoms were progressing by the hour, and you watched a number of films that you enjoyed together.

He kept hugging you, softly caressing your skin, making sure you’d always finish your glass of water and wouldn’t stop for a second to be by your side.

He’d kiss your forehead, your cheeks and wouldn’t listen to you before kissing your lips. You kept telling him you didn’t want him to be this close to you for the sole reason that you didn’t want him to get sick as well. But he didn’t care, he didn’t care if he got sick, because the one who was ill as of now was you and you needed all the comfort you could get.

You couldn't have wished for a better miracle cure than Miguel's presence.

[artemistorm]

Memory

Ask word game???????

Oops I wrote a long thing (824 words) (and I made myself cry writing it). It's called Legend's Grace.

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Legend sat at Wild's bedside and held his limp hand tightly, willing him to hold on, willing him to pull through.

They'd had a rough week; lots of fighting and lots of injuries. Legend himself sports a bandage around his head and a mild concussion to match. Wild was a trooper, he'd taken an arrow to the ribs one of the days, and though it was healed with a potion, it still bothered him, but not enough to slow him down. That is until yesterday when he collapsed.

The running theory was that the injury was healed but with an infection sealed inside and now here he was sick in bed in a random kind stranger's house with a dangerously high fever and an entrenched chest infection that didn't seem to be responding to any medicine.

"Come on, stay with me," Legend murmured fervently. To his surprise, Wild opened his eyes. He looked up at Legend blearily and giggled.

"I know you," he said softly. "I know that red anywhere."

"Oh thank the goddesses, Champion, you really have had us worried."

"Mipha," Wild exhaled and closed his eyes. Legend froze, his heart racing. He knew what Mipha was someone very important to Wild but exactly how he didn't know. And he knew he did not have the emotional fortitude to have this sort of conversation with him right now.

"I guess if I'm seeing you that's not a good thing," Wild said opening his eyes once more.

"You're going to be fine," Legend said squeezing his hand.

"If you say so."

"I do. Say so." Legend said awkwardly, wishing Wild would go back to sleep. Should he fake being this Mipha person? Or tell him he was Legend? Would that confuse or distress him too much?

"You're still here," Wild said after a minute or two of staring up at Legend's face.

"I'm not going to leave you," Legend said.

"Since you're here..." Wild started then took a rattling noisy inhale and wincing with pain. "I just wanted to say that..."

"Shhh. It's alright. Don't talk, just rest."

"I want to. I need to tell you... I'm sorry."

What for? Legend wondered but he couldn't bring himself to ask. He waited as the seconds ticked by, dreading the answer, already feeling his eyes prickling with tears. Damn concussion making his skin thin and emotions fragile.

"I know you loved me--" Wild started but a wet coughing spell left him struggling to breathe. Legend hovered over him with worry unsure of what to do, wishing literally anyone else was there to help, but everyone else was sleeping in the barn.

"Sidon said you wanted to propose," Wild continued once his breath returned enough for him to speak.

Tears pooled in Legend's eyes. Nononono he did not need to know that information. So Mipha had been Wild's girlfriend, his almost fiancee? Legend didn't know much about her, but he knew she was dead.

"And... I'm sorry," Wild continued, oblivious to Legend's struggle. "I'm sorry, but... I lost my memory. I don't remember you... not much anyway."

Legend wiped his eyes on his sleeve and put on a brave face.

"I don't know if past me loved you, but... I don't now--not in that way--but... I do feel some love for you...? I don't know. My emotions are confused."

"It's okay. I understand," Legend said trying to keep his voice strong and unwavering, but all he could see in his mind was his own lost love, all he could see was her her her--her red hair in the breeze, her cheery smile, her blue dress...

"Your father was right... it really is a shame we'll never know what could have been."

It was a shame we'll never know what could have been. Tears streamed down Legend's face and his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

It was a shame Legend didn't have more time with Marin, it was a shame what happened wasn't real, it was a shame he could never see her again, hold her again, speak with her again, except in his own dreams. How he yearned for her, how he wanted her in his life again more than anything in the world. She was his beloved and he was once hers.

"One thing I do remember... before the calamity..."

"What?" Legend uttered roughly with emotion.

"You wanted to spend more time together... Let's do that. I want to get to know you again."

"Yes," Legend said his heart heavy with grief. "I would like that very much."

"One last thing... before I sleep," Wild said in a fading voice.

Legend wiped his eyes and nose, forcing himself to take a deep breath and regain some semblance of his shattered composure.

"Thanks for being there for me, through everything."

Thank you for everything, Link!

Legend smiled through the tears and the pain and he said it, he meant it with all his heart:

"It was my pleasure."

[danifesting]

A birthday present for my dear, beloved friend @nobrakesdown. Cove, I hope you have the wonderful birthday you deserve. Thanks for being my friend, writing buddy, sounding board and everything in between.

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Daniel's heat is late. First one week, then two, then three. At four weeks he starts to worry. He's usually like clockwork, has been since his first heat at 15, but now, not even a skin prickle at the back of his neck. He makes an appointment with his gynecologist and goes into the office more anxious than he'd like to admit.

The nurse gets him in the room and takes his temperature, a little high but not a fever. His blood pressure is high too.

"Ha, sorry," he says to the nurse, a pretty beta with long blonde hair. "Just a little anxious."

"That's okay. It's not uncommon and it's not in a danger zone or anything," she assures him. "Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

Daniel hums. He's been on birth control a long time. "I doubt it."

"Well, either way, we have to have you take a pregnancy test." She hands him a cup. "Just pee in here and leave it on the counter next to the door. When you're done, undress from the waist down and press the button on the wall to let us know you're ready, okay?"

Daniel gives her a thumbs up and does as he's instructed. The wait for the doctor is agonizingly slow. He scrolls through Instagram on his phone but it doesn't do anything to speed up the passage of time. Eventually the doctor knocks.

"Come in," Daniel calls out and Dr. Bernard comes in.

"Well, Daniel," she says, sitting down on the stool next to the table. "I'm just going to start with this. Your pregnancy test came back positive."

"But…" Daniel says, starting to sweat.

"I know you're on birth control but have you missed any doses?" She asks kindly.

"No, never. I take it at the same time every day. I have a special alarm and everything."

"Have you been sick? Taken any antibiotics?"

"I had a sinus infection about a month ago and the doctor gave me something for it."

"Did he warn you that antibiotics can make birth control less effective and that you should use backup contraception until after your next heat?"

"Uh... He did not. Was he supposed to?" Daniel asks with raised eyebrows.

Dr. Bernard sighs. "They never tell people what they should. Well, I'm sorry if it's bad news, and we'll take a blood test to confirm just to be sure, but you're pregnant."

Daniel puts his face in his hands. Fuck, what is he going to do? What is he going to tell Max? They've really only just gotten together. Only a few very happy months and now Daniel's gone and ruined it.

Dr. Bernard pats Daniel on the knee. "I'll give you a moment and then we'll do your pelvic exam."

She steps out of the room and Daniel texts Max.

Daniel: are you busy today?

Max: just finished at the sim

Daniel: can you meet me at mine in like an hour?

Max: i'll be there

Daniel sighs and sets his phone down. They do the pelvic exam, take Daniel's blood, tell him they'll call him with the results tomorrow and to talk about next steps from there.

Max is already in his apartment when Daniel gets home, sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up when Daniel comes in and smiles, wide and happy but his face falls when he sees Daniel, turning to concern. Daniel kicks off his shoes and crosses the room.

"Hi Maxy," he says and collapses down onto the couch next to him. "I have some news."

"Good or bad?" Max asks, eyebrows drawing in.

"Um, I haven't really decided yet. Still kind of in shock about it." Daniel rubs a hand over his face. "I'm pregnant." He keeps his face hidden in his hands.

"Daniel," Max says, voice hushed. He pulls Daniel's hands away from his face.

Daniel gives him a wry smile. "Surprise? I'm so sorry. I know we didn't plan for it, but I think I'm keeping the baby," he says, which is a surprise to himself as he says but it's true. He is. Fuck, he's gonna be a dad.

"Daniel," Max says again and his face is broken open into a wide grin, eyes scrunched tight and happy. "This was, of course, not something we have talked about before but if you want this, I want this, yeah?"

"Really?" Daniel asks, feeling his eyes well with tears. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Of course, Daniel. Yes. I have always wanted children and…"

"But we've only been dating a few months."

Max laughs. "And I have been in love with you since I was 18. Let's have a baby Daniel."

"You and me, huh?" Daniel asks, matching Max's laughter.

"You and me," Max assures. "I'll be with you the whole way."

And now, now Daniel feels hopeful instead of the terror he felt sitting in that doctor's office listening to his test results. He won't be in this alone. He has Max by his side and maybe they can do this. Maybe it will be okay.

The blood test results come back positive the next morning. Max holds Daniel's hand as they listen to Dr. Bernard lay out their next steps, the ultrasound appointment he'll have next week, the email she'll send with pregnancy nutrition and prenatal vitamins, all of it, and instead of overwhelmed like he thought he'd be, Daniel feels happy, like this is the right choice, like he and Max are starting a life together along with the life inside him.

Max kisses him when the phone call is over. He puts his hand on Daniel's belly and kisses him again, and Daniel knows things are going to be alright, better than even. Things are going to be great.

[cherryrainn]

hello! I really like the onceler comforting the reader while they are sick fic, and I was wondering if you can do one where the onceler (greedler) is sick and the reader was comforting him. I get so happy when I see your writing, and I really love your world-building (even if it is a short fic)

thank you so much! compliments like these really make my day. sorry for being late on asks by the way, these few days have been so busy but im back on the grind!

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— fevered devotion

sick! greedler x reader

you stirred from your slumber, the room embraced by a soft, diffused light that filtered through the partially drawn curtains. blinking away the remnants of sleep, your attention was immediately drawn to your beloved boyfriend onceler, who sat slouched in a chair and was on the phone. his usually vibrant blue eyes had lost their usual gleam, replaced by a weariness that seemed to weigh heavily upon him. his complexion was pallid, and his nose, red and swollen, hinted at the presence of an unwelcome guest: sickness.

concern crept into you as you observed his uncharacteristic state. it was a rare sight to see onceler, normally so confident. looking so subdued. his movements lacked their usual energy, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as if they had momentarily forgotten their ability. despite his weakened state, a flicker of determination still burned within him, refusing to be extinguished.

as he adjusted his gloves with a slightly unsteady hand, onceler's voice, though affected by hoarseness, carried a hint of his trademark self-assurance. "i understand the importance of this meeting," he declared, his words punctuated by a few sniffles. "no matter what, we're going to ace it."

only snorts and raspy pauses punctuated his speech, reminding you of his physical discomfort. however, even in the face of illness, onceler couldn't completely suppress his confident demeanor. he pushed through, determined to fulfill his responsibilities, never allowing his sickness to completely dampen his spirit.

moved by his unwavering confidence, you approached him with a mixture of concern and admiration, a warm smile on your face. "hey, onceler," you began softly, "i can see how worn out and sick you look. you've been pushing yourself so hard lately. I think it's high time you took a break, just for today, to let your body and mind recharge."

onceler's brows furrowed slightly as he glanced down at you, a mix of stubbornness and determination etched on his face. it was clear that his pride was making it difficult for him to entertain the idea of taking time off. "i appreciate your concern, but i can't afford to skip a day, y/n." he replied, his voice tinged with his usual self-assuredness. "there's too much at stake, too many things that need my attention."

a wave of frustration mixed with affection washed over you. how could he be so stubborn, so resistant to putting his own well-being first? your concern evolved into a heartfelt plea. you wanted nothing more than for him to understand the importance of taking care of himself.

"but, onceler," you said firmly, your voice expressing a mix of emotions, "what good will it do if you end up completely burnt out and unable to handle your responsibilities? taking a day off now is gonna you a chance to recharge and come back even better!"

his gaze softened as he took in the sincerity of your words. there was a brief moment of silence as he weighed his options. finally, a hint of surrender appeared in his eyes, and he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and resignation.

"alright," onceler relented with a sigh, his pride momentarily set aside. "i guess you have a point. maybe I do need to take a break."

a sense of relief washed over you as he finally agreed. you smiled warmly, grateful that he had recognized the importance of self-care. "good! now get on that bed 'cause i'm gonna be taking care of you all day."

soft music filled the air, its gentle melody serving as a soothing backdrop to the day. the curtains were drawn, creating a cozy cocoon where onceler could rest and heal.

you prepared a steaming cup of herbal tea, carefully selecting a blend known for its healing properties. as the aroma wafted through the room, you approached onceler with the cup in hand. "here," you said softly, offering him the warm drink. "it'll help soothe your throat and boost your immune system."

he accepted the cup with a grateful smile, allowing the warmth of the tea to ease his weary body. the two of you settled onto the bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows, creating a sanctuary of comfort. you wrapped your arms around his sick self, offering a gentle embrace of love and support.

throughout the day, you catered to onceler's every need. you prepared healthy meals, ensuring he received the nutrients required for his recovery. you fetched his favorite books and movies, creating a world of entertainment within the confines of your cozy haven. occasionally, you'd share a laugh or a quiet moment, cherishing the bond between you.

as the day unfolded, the weariness began to loosen its grip on onceler. the rest and care you provided worked wonders, and his energy gradually returned. his eyes sparkled once more, filled with gratitude for your unwavering love and attention.

in the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourselves wrapped in a blanket on the balcony, basking in the serenity of the twilight. the air was cool and gentle, the world around you hushed and peaceful. onceler turned to you, his voice filled with sincerity.

"i can't believe i almost resisted taking this day off," he admitted, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. "i don't know what i would've done without you." he laughs.

"i'll always be here to remind you to take care of yourself."

[goldenempyrean]

can you do some 'angst' one like, Lizzie's her assistant and Lizzie's being a bitch to her but her assistant is so nice that she even blame her self for that but one time her assistant had a sick/accident so lizzie will take care of her.

Yes Ma'am

〚 Notes - I wrote this when I was meant to be sleeping so we’re gonna excuse how awfully written this is, my sleep deprived brain isn’t good at wording things ;) 〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Dealing with your boss was exhausting, but after you get sick and push yourself to the point if exhaustion it seems Lizzie is finally ready to change. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1530 〛

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Working for one of the biggest news publishers in the country was your biggest achievement. Reaching your position at such a young age was almost unheard of in this field. Everything was perfect…

Well, almost perfect. Your boss was a nightmare. To anybody else, Elizabeth Olsen was a strong, independent, and nurturing boss. Even just working in her department was considered a privilege. But not for you.

Every effort to impress her was met with cold, harsh resistance. She scanned through every page of your work with a fine-toothed comb, critiquing every last detail. Hell, she even criticized the font you used.

Despite her criticisms, your work had been recognized numerous times by other departments. Honestly, you'd lost track of how many transfer requests you'd received from other departments asking you to transfer.

Yet every time you'd gone to Lizzie and asked, no, begged her to sign off on your transfer, she'd decline. She never explained why either, just flat out refused. Eventually, you gave up even asking.

You tried your best to ignore her constant criticism and focused on improving your skills. You spent hours perfecting your writing, researching new topics, and attending seminars to learn from industry experts.

However, it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't meet Lizzie's high standards. You began to feel frustrated and demotivated, wondering if all your efforts were in vain. But still, you pressed on, pushing harder and harder every day. Honestly, even getting four hours of sleep a night was a rarity.

It wasn't a surprise when you got sick. You'd felt it coming too, that residual stuffiness that never seemed to go away, the small tickle at the back of your throat. But still, when you woke up feeling completely awful, you couldn't help but muffle an exhausted, raspy groan into your pillow.

You dragged yourself out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face and staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot, and your face was pale. You knew you needed to take a sick day, but the thought of calling in and facing Lizzie's wrath made your stomach churn.

After a few minutes of deliberation, you finally mustered up the courage to call in sick. Lizzie picked up the phone, and you could feel her cold gaze piercing through the receiver.

"What's the matter?" she asked, her tone sharp and impatient.

"I'm not feeling well," you replied weakly, your voice barely audible.

There was a moment of silence before Lizzie finally spoke again, “Tough, we're majorly down on our readership. We need everyone working at full speed. I expect you to be on time. Do I make myself clear?”

You couldn't believe how heartless she was being. You knew you couldn't go into work feeling the way you did, but you also couldn't afford to lose your job, “Yes ma'am.”

After a few minutes of contemplation, you decided to push through and make your way into work. You arrived at the office feeling like a zombie, barely able to keep your eyes open. As you sat at your desk, you struggled to focus on your work, feeling fevered and dizzy.

By noon, the pile of tissues in your trashcan was threatening to overflow, and the sound of your ceaseless sniffling was the background track of the office, much to the displeasure of the colleagues around you.

“Hh’tshoo!” Your head bobbed down as you sneezed into a crumpled tissue, sniffling thickly before trailing off into a series of crackling coughs.

“Bless you…” A distinct voice said from behind you. Lizzie cleared her throat as you turned around in your chair, expecting to be met with her cold eyes and a tongue-lashing over the lack of work you’d done. 

But instead, you were surprised to see a concerned look on her face. "You really are sick…” She sighed, she almost sounded surprised. 

You sniffled, reaching over to snatch a tissue only to be met with an empty back, “Why did you think I was lying?” You tried to sound annoyed, but it came out as more of a fatigued mumble. 

Lizzie hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off that way. I just… I've never seen you take a sick day before." 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. After all the times you had begged for a transfer, after all the times she had criticized your work, Lizzie was finally showing a hint of empathy. 

“How about we talk in my office?” She asked quietly, overly aware of the over listening ears of the office gossips. 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You had always thought of Lizzie as a harsh and unyielding boss, but now it seemed like there was a different side to her. Perhaps she was just trying to push you to be the best you could be. 

Feeling curious and a little nervous, you followed Lizzie into her office. As soon as the door closed behind you, you noticed a distinct change in her demeanour. She was no longer the cold and critical boss you had grown accustomed to. 

"Sit down," she said, gesturing towards a chair in front of her desk. 

You sat down, feeling a little apprehensive about what was to come. Lizzie took a seat opposite you and leaned forward, looking at you with a serious expression. 

"Listen, I know I haven't been the easiest boss to work for," she said. "I can be tough and critical, but it's only because I want you to succeed. I've seen a lot of potential in you from the beginning, and I believe that you can go far in this industry." 

You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope in your chest. 

"But you need to understand that this is a tough business," Lizzie continued. "Readership is down, budgets are tight, and we're all under a lot of pressure to perform. I need my team to be at the top of their game at all times, and that means pushing you to be your best." 

"I understand," you said, feeling a sense of clarity wash over you. "But why won't you let me transfer to another department?" 

Lizzie leaned back in her chair and sighed. "The truth is, I don't want to lose you. You're one of my best writers, and I need you here. But that doesn't mean I can't help you grow. We can work together to develop your skills and help you become the best writer you can be." 

You felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. The weight that had been hung over your chest finally felt like it had been lifted. 

“I realise now that I may have gone too far. I haven't been giving you the support you need to reach your full potential," Lizzie continued, her voice softening as you coughed again, “You really don’t sound well though, I’m sorry I made you come in. Do you feel like you have a fever?” 

You nodded weakly, feeling grateful for the concern Lizzie was showing. She immediately got up from her seat and walked over to you, placing a hand on your forehead. 

"You're burning up," she said, her voice full of worry, “You shouldn’t drive home like this, do you have anyone to pick you up? Girlfriend, boyfriend maybe?” 

You shook your head, feeling grateful for Lizzie's concern. "No, I don't have anyone to pick me up." 

Lizzie paused for a moment, considering her options. "Alright then, I'll take you home myself. I have a meeting that I can’t reschedule for the next few hours but I’m more than happy to let you rest on my couch for the meantime.” She nodded towards the black couch set against the wall. 

You were taken aback by Lizzie's sudden kindness. You had never expected her to offer to take care of you in this way. You nodded gratefully, feeling a little overwhelmed by the situation. 

"Thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Lizzie smiled warmly, her eyes softening. "Of course. It's the least I can do." 

With that, she helped you to your feet and led you over to the couch. You sank down onto the soft cushions, feeling the weight of the day's stress and illness start to lift off your shoulders. 

Lizzie disappeared for a moment, returning with a blanket and a glass of water. She draped the blanket over you and handed you the glass. 

"Rest up," she said, her voice full of concern. "I'll be back in a few hours to check on you." 

You nodded weakly, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards your boss but there was something else As you closed your eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the sudden care Lizzie was showing towards you.  

There was something about her tone of voice, or maybe it was that deep caring look behind her eyes. Whatever it was, just the thought was enough to make you feel a little warmer inside. 

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