#then went to blow my nose and blew through the tissue

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Poly!judgment day one shot where reader gets sick with fever and they take care of her

Warnings: Strong language

Word count: 1,960

From the moment I woke up, I felt like shit. I was freezing like I'd never been frozen before. My throat was scratchy and my head was pounding. From the bridge of my nose up through my forehead, I could feel the continuously building pressure of my sinuses.

I was sick.

Rolling over onto my stomach I rubbed blearily at my eyes, finding mass amounts of crust. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, blinking rapidly from the harsh light it emitted. It was around 11:30 a.m., on a Saturday, meaning two of my four partners were probably at the grocery store right now.

As I lay there for the next few minutes scrolling through Instagram my nose started to run really bad. Wiping the snot off my lip with my sleeve I then got up out of bed and walked over to the adjoining bathroom.

After blowing my nose with the very not soft tissues I made my way to the connecting closet I shared with my four partners. Grabbing a pair of Dominik's sweatpants, one of Rhea's hoodies, and a pair of thick socks Damien and Finn would argue over, I walked back into the bathroom to change.

After I changed into the warmer clothes I grabbed the tissue box from the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom. Grabbing my phone off the bed I then made my way to the living room, blowing my nose along the way.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed in annoyance shuffling into the living room, my voice muffled from the snotty blockages in my nose. No matter how many times I blew my nose it was never enough.

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." Dom grinned cheekily, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

"You know, if I didn't feel like death right now I'd kick your ass, Mysterio." I mocked him right back.

"I'd like to see you try, Corazón."

"Alright, alright enough." Damian finally spoke up, ending Dom and I's momentary feud. "Why do you feel like death?"

"'Cause I don't feel good!" I whined, making grabby hands at the two of them, wanting to steal their heat through cuddles. Dom rushed over to sweep me up into a hug before Damian could, giggling at the nasty look Damian shot him as he did so.

"Why don't you feel good Mi Amor?" Damian asked me concerned, just trying to be helpful and get to the root of my problem.

"'Cause my nose is all stuffy and runny and I'm still freezing, even wearing two layers of sweatshirts, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. And I have a headache And my throat hurts." I complained into Dom's chest.

Dom gently pulled me away from him to put the back of his hand on my forehead to check for a fever. He frowned after a second and turned around to address Damian, "Looks like our baby has a fever."

I was immediately pulled away from Dom and wrapped up in four blankets to "help break the fever" and pushed onto the couch by Damian as Dom went to go call Rhea and Finn and ask them what they should do for me. Rhea and Finn have always been the most responsible of us. The parents of the group if you will.

"I think you might have the flu then, Muñeca," Damien spoke softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Uggghhh," I groaned in annoyance, slumping forward to lay my forehead on his chest.

Damian gently pushed me forward to the back of the couch when his phone started ringing from the kitchen. He left to go grab it, pausing to give me a kiss on the forehead as he went.

I hummed and closed my eyes in contentment. I felt the couch shift underneath me, making me peel open an eye to see Dom now sitting next to me.

"Hey baby, you need anything?" He asked me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I took a second to think. "The TV remote and some soup?" I asked him hopefully.

"Anything for you," He smiled fondly, giving me a peck on the cheek as he got up. He passed me the remote before making his way into the kitchen.

As I flipped through the channels, trying to find something to watch, Damien walked back into the room with a box of soft lotion tissues.

"My lord and savior has arrived!" I shouted gleefully, throwing my hands up as I made grabby hands.

Damien just chuckled and set the box down in my lap before taking Dom's spot next to me.

I fell to the side so that I could curl up my legs, with my knees on Damian's thighs while my head rested on his shoulder.

"Rhea got you an appointment at the minute clinic in a couple hours okay?" Damian informed me.

I nodded my head sleepily as I continued on my quest for entertainment. "There's nothing to watch," I complained to Damian as I plucked a tissue from the box and began to blow my nose again.

"You poor thing," Damian cooed playfully, plucking the remote out of my hands. Before I could even protest, he'd changed it to one of my favorite shows.

I hummed in delight as I wiped my runny nose again, giving my undivided attention to the show.

We watched my show together for the next few minutes, the only thing breaking the silence was the occasional noise from the kitchen and the various noises from my nose.

Then Dom came back into the room with my soup. He placed it on the coffee table, giving me time to situate myself before taking the still-steaming bowl into my hands.

Taking the spoon out of the bowl I touched the tip of my tongue to it, seeing just how hot it was. Not hot enough for me to not eat it.

So, blowing on the soup in between intermissions of me blowing or wiping my nose, became my main focus for the next thirty minutes.

Until Rhea and Finn came home.

Finn is protective, just like my other two boys. Rhea, however, is so overprotective sometimes that it can get smothering. It's a good thing I love her.

"(Y/N)?" Rhea all but screamed throughout the house as soon as she opened the door.

"Living room!" I croaked out, my voice cracking so bad it was barely more than a whisper that sent both Dom and Damian into a fit of laughter.

They were laughing so hard they were bent over with tears in their eyes.

I slapped them both upside the head making them release their last final giggles before sitting back up just as Rhea walked in, Finn trailing right behind her with like 600 grocery bags.

She looked so worried about me that I genuinely started to feel bad for being sick. Placing my now empty bowl back onto the coffee table I held my arms out for her to come hug me.

Immediately, she lunged towards me jumping over the table and Damian to get to me. Half laying in my lap and half in Damian's, Rhea pulled me to her, letting me soak up all her warmth.

Having to maneuver around her, Dom and Damian both got up to go and help Finn bring in the groceries.

"Hey, Baby. How ya' feeling?" Rhea asked me softly, stroking my hairline with my thumb as she held my cheek in her palm.

"Blegh," I replied nasally. I slumped even further into her arms, putting all of my weight on her as she held me.

"I'm sorry baby," Rhea whispered into my hair as she kissed my forehead, her lips lingering to check my fever.

"'s not your fault," I spoke into her shoulder, starting to slur my words due to drowsiness.

She squeezed my shoulders as I climbed into her lap, curling in on myself as I laid against her chest, my head on her shoulder as I continued to watch TV.

I must've drifted off at some point as I was soon awoken by Finn shaking me.

"We've got your doctors appointment, love." He whispered gently to me.

"Fuck off," I groaned, turning my face into Rhea's neck so he couldn't see my face anymore. I felt Rhea chuckle from underneath me as she wrapped her arms around me and stood up.

Telling Finn to grab my shoes for her, she carried me bridal style out to the garage and gently placed me into the passenger seat of her truck.

Finn came around her to put my shoes on my feet as Rhea walked back inside, coming back with a box of tissues for me.

"Hope you feel better Darling," Finn told me, buckling me into the seat. Kissing my temple, he shut my door and walked around the truck to give Rhea a kiss as well before going back into the house.

Rhea got into the driver's seat and turned the car on as she put the box on the console next to us. She turned the music up, the familiar sound of Motionless in White playing in the background as I closed my eyes to get just a few more minutes of sleep in.

Once we had stopped and were parked I peeled my eyes open as Rhea gently shook me awake.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and shook my blanket off my shoulders and back onto the seat, having made the executive decision to leave it in the safety of my car.

Getting out, I met Rhea around the front, grabbing her outstretched hand and intertwining our fingers.

Rhea went and checked me in as I sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic waiting chairs by the door. Rhea soon came and joined me, grabbing my hand.

She rubbed soothing circles in my hand with her thumb as I used my other hand to wipe my nose with a crumpled-up tissue.

"You still cold, baby?" Rhea asked me concerned.

I just nodded my head in response, my chin shaking a bit.

Rhea began to shrug out of her jacket which just made me feel bad. Before I could even start to protest, Rhea had already slipped the coat over my shoulders and told me to "shut the fuck up".

-Time Skip-

Apparently, the trip to the minute clinic had taken a lot out of me since as soon as I got in the car I was out cold again.

Being shaken awake yet again once we got home wasn't even that irritating anymore, I just held out my arms and Rhea carried me bridal style again into the house.

Walking in, the house was dark. I didn't hear anything either. I figured the boys must have gone out or fallen asleep somewhere until Finn slunk out of the shadows to greet us, startling me.

"Hey, love. We heard that you officially have the flu." Finn greeted me sympathetically. I nodded sleepily, stumbling towards him with my arms out for a hug. Catching me before I could fall, Finn continued into my ear, "We have a little surprise for you upstairs."

Confused, I pulled my head off his chest to look him in the eye, "What?"

"Come on," He told me softly, grabbing my hand to lead me upstairs. I turned around towards Rhea only to see her smiling knowingly as she followed us up the stairs.

Walking through our shared bedroom into the master bath, I saw both Dom and Damian waiting for me in the bathroom. There were candles around the tub and several on the counter lighting up the dark room. The bathtub was filled with bubbles and a sweet, fruity, aroma filled the room.

I started to tear up as my boys greeted me and began to help me get in.

The four of them helped bathe me, helping me to relax, while the hot water and essential oils worked to clear my sinuses.

After my bath, they helped me take my medicine before the five of us all climbed into bed together. I may feel like death, but luckily for me, they're my life.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Make it Better

Summary: Y/N is at the end of her rope. Can Dean help her hold on?

Warnings: None really, brief non-explicit descriptions of sex, lots of fluff, hurt!reader (mental/emotional hurt) comforting, soft!dean.

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Word Count: 1730

A/N: I got this request from my dear friend @deanwinchesterwifesstuff :

Heyyy! Thanks for saying i can ask you a fic! Its kinda simple..i just Seek comfort in dean giving me a princess treatment, so maybe a comfy bath together...cuddling..and all that kinda Stuff..just all about fluff

So, here is what I came up with lovely, and I hope it helps! ❤️

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You were just at the end of your rope. You’d been running on empty for days, and you felt more emotionally drained than you could possibly describe. It felt as though everyone around you was pulling out little bits of you, tearing into you with cruel words, and careless attitudes. 

You were just so tired.

You were balled up in your bed, ignoring the world, or trying to, desperate for one day of peace. Your phone kept buzzing but you pretended you didn’t hear it. You knew you should get up at some point and eat something, maybe have a warm bath, read a book? But all of that took energy, and you just didn’t have any more to give.

So you stayed in bed, cocooned in your blanket. 

Some time around ten o’clock there was a knock at your front door, which you also ignored, burrowing deeper into your fluffy duvet. But then you heard his voice.

“Y/N!”

“Dean?” You called out, disbelief clouding your voice as you sat up in bed. 

You were still wrapped up like a burrito as he strode in through your bedroom door. He stood in the doorway, blocking out most of what lay beyond with his wide shoulders and massive frame. His face held an expression of worry and slight annoyance.

“What the hell, Y/N? I’ve been texting and calling for hours, why didn’t you answer? You scared the shit out of me.”

Dean’s frustration with you went straight to your already stomped on heart and without warning noisy tears burst out. You tried to hold back the harsh sobs, embarrassed, but they wouldn’t be contained. Days and weeks of abuse from everyone around you had just taken its toll, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

In seconds Dean was beside you on the bed. “Hey, sweetheart, shh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, it’s okay.” He pulled you into his side, squeezing you tight through the piles of cotton wrapped around you. You rested your head on his chest and let out all the sadness and hurt you’d been walking around with for too long. 

He just held you, swaying slowly side-to-side as you cried, holding you close and murmuring soft, loving words, most of which you couldn’t hear over your noisy tears, but you felt the comfort in them nonetheless. Finally your tears slowed, and then stopped, and your body shook slightly as you pulled in deep, shuddery breaths. He pulled back so he could look at you, and you knew you must look like an absolute mess.

But he just reached back to your bedside table and grabbed the box of tissues, pulling one out and holding it against your nose. “Blow.” He said, and you felt like a little kid, but you blew your nose and he tossed the tissue in the basket and then used another to dry your cheeks. 

Then he pushed back the “hood” of your blanket so your head emerged, and he combed your hair back off your face with his fingers. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked softly.

You shook your head. “It’s too much to talk about.” You shrugged and another tear leaked out of the corner of your eye. 

Dean thumbed it away. “Okay, baby. Then we won’t. For now anyway.”

You sniffled and then frowned at him. “I thought you and Sam were in Oklahoma, hunting down that Wendigo; you said you wouldn’t be back for another week.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, well, we got it quicker than we thought we would. This one had already been injured, so it slowed it down a bit. Then I left Sam there to clean everything up cause I couldn’t get ahold of you.” 

He frowned at you, and you felt bad for causing him to worry. “I’m sorry.” You said softly.

He pushed the blanket off your shoulders, and finally pulled you out from inside it. He set you sideways on his lap and tucked your head under his chin. His big hand moved up and down your arm slowly. “You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart. I’m here now, you’re safe, and I’m gonna make things better, okay?”

You nodded, feeling some of the tension in your body begin to ease already; the bubble of hurt and anxiety that had been squeezing your chest like a vice began to deflate.

“First things first,” Dean said with conviction, “breakfast. Come on.” He squeezed you one last time and you slid out of his lap. 

You followed him into the kitchen and he told you to sit. When you offered to help make the pancakes and bacon he was cooking, he just shook his head. “Nope. My culinary genius needs room to flourish.” He said in a ridiculous french accent that made you giggle lightly. 

As he cooked he told you all about this latest hunt, making you laugh some more in spite of the danger in the situations he described. Dean had a way of finding the humor in almost every situation, and it was one of the traits that you loved most in him.

The food was delicious, as it always was when Dean cooked it; you’d told him many times that he should retire from hunting and open a diner. He cooked comfort food as a way to comfort the people he loved, and make sure they were cared for…another trait of his that you adored. 

After breakfast you showered, and when you came out, Dean had laid out comfy pajamas for you on the bed. You pulled them on and padded out to the living room where he'd lit a bunch of candles, and a fire. The fire warded off the chill in the air, and the candles contrasted sharply with the rainy gray skies outside the window, warming everything with a soft yellow glow. 

He held up three books. “Pick.” He said with a smile.

You chose the romance adventure book, knowing that it would make for the best escape. You snuggled in between Dean’s knees and leaned back against him as he started reading to you. His deep voice was soothing and lent a whole new level of authenticity and realism to the love scenes. You felt your heart begin to beat faster as he read the words. Then it started beating double time as he set the book down, and began to write his own love scene on your skin.

His touch was extremely gentle, unhurried and luxurious. His lips were like silk as he ran them like a whisper down your neck, reaching your pulse point and sucking lightly. You arched your neck so he could reach it easier; your head rested against his shoulder and you let out a soft sigh as he let go and whispered into your ear.

“Bedroom?”

You nodded quickly and he chuckled, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you down the hall to lay you out on the bed. He spent the next couple hours making love to you, worshiping you, praising you. He told you over and over how beautiful you were, how perfect. He rained pleasure down on your body endlessly, finding every sensitive spot you had and leaving no inch of your skin unkissed. 

Afterwards he cleaned you up with warm cloths, and then climbed in behind you, pulling you into his arms, and holding you close while you slept for a few hours. For the first time in days and days, you slept deeply and dreamlessly and when you woke up you felt refreshed, and finally ready to tell him about all the things that had been going wrong in your life over the last while.

He listened attentively, stroking your back, and kissing your forehead when you got choked up in the telling. He didn’t try to offer solutions, he just told you again how perfect you were, and reminded you that you deserved respect and kindness from those around you. He told you that if you wanted, he’d be there with you if and when you wanted to confront the people causing all your pain. 

You smiled up at him, feeling supported and understood, and amazed at what a huge difference that made. You pulled his lips down to yours, which led to another couple hours of pleasure and sleep.

You woke up to the smell of something delicious and cheesy cooking and when you walked into the kitchen you saw Dean pulling a tray of nachos out of the oven, completely smothered in cheese, and you clapped your hands excitedly.

“My favorite!” You practically squealed. 

Dean laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I know, why do you think I made them?”

You enjoyed a candlelit dinner, sharing the plate of stacked nachos, and more fabulous conversation. Now that you were starting to feel better, you laughed and teased him more freely, and the dinner was absolutely perfect. Despite Dean’s protests, you helped him clean up, finding joy in the simple chore as you worked together.

After dinner, Dean drew you a warm bath, with lavender scented bubbles. He made the bath absolutely perfect as he climbed in behind you. He massaged the soft, soapy water into your skin, running his rough hands up and down your arms and back, kneading your muscles and making you moan raggedly. Those moans led to another round of lovemaking and by the time you were falling apart beneath him for the seventh (eighth?) time that day you felt absolutely sublime and tranquil, like you were floating on a cloud.

Dean shifted to lay beside you and you turned towards him, tangling your legs up with his. You relished the feel of his broad chest beneath your cheek, and his strong arms like iron bands of protection around you.

“Thank you.” You whispered over his heart.

He kissed the top of your head and held you a little tighter. “No thank yous needed, sweetheart. I will always be here to remind you how incredible you are, and to remind you that I love you. Always.”

You looked up at him, and he sealed his words with a gentle kiss. “I love you too.” You said and as you snuggled into him you hoped he knew you that you meant it with every breath in your body.

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Unfiltered Beauty

〚 Notes - So! I totally forgot that I wrote this ngl, oops. Anyway it hasn’t been edited so excuse the errors :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett Johansson x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Scarlett’s sick but powers through her livestream, leaving it up to you to take care of her afterwards. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 880 〛

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“Are you sure you’re up to this baby?” You asked again as the blonde next to you blew her nose loudly, trying to rid the congestion from her voice, “Nobody will mind if we have to cancel.” 

Scarlett sniffled, “It’ll be fine, do you know how to set this gizmo up?” 

You nodded and positioned your camera up on the tripod on the table infront of you whilst Scarlett rearranged her products, ready for her to show them off. 

Checked everything over, you made sure things looked good before nudging your wife’s shoulders and handing her the tissue box to keep beside her out of view of the camera. 

Scarlett gave you a weak smile and dabbed at her runny nose with a tissue. "Thanks, baby.” She murmured, her voice still tinged with congestion. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her energy and enthusiasm for the upcoming live stream.  

“Is everything ready?” The camera blinked in anticipation as you made sure to check everything over a final time and with an approving nod, you pressed start. 

"Hello, everyone!" Scarlett greeted her awaiting online audience, her voice slightly hoarse as she spoke. “I hope you're all doing well. Please excuse my voice today, I’m not feeling so well but everything’ll be fine. Anyway! Today, I have some amazing products to share with you." She picked up a jar of a skincare cream and began explaining its benefits, her passion for beauty evident even in her current state. 

As Scarlett continued her product demonstration, her enthusiasm and knowledge shone through despite her stuffy nose. However, as she reached for another jar, a sudden tickle overwhelmed her sinuses. Her eyes widened, and she desperately tried to stifle the sneeze that was building up within her. 

She quickly glanced at you, panic evident in her expression. Without missing a beat, you reached for the tissue box and passed it to her discreetly, just in time. Scarlett cupped her hand over her nose, her face contorting as she let out a loud, muffled sneeze into the tissue. 

Sitting behind the camera, you gave her a sympathetic smile and mouthed a silent “Bless you” and judging by the grateful look in her eyes, you knew she was thankful. 

"Excuse me!" she exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled from her hand covering her mouth. She turned back to the camera, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry about that, folks. It seems my cold has a mind of its own today." 

Just as she was about to resume her presentation, another tickle assaulted her nose, signaling another imminent sneeze. Her eyes widened, and she looked at you with a mix of desperation and resignation. You swiftly reached for another tissue from the box and held it out to her, your expression filled with understanding. 

Scarlett grabbed the tissue just in time, but this time the sneeze was even stronger than before. She released a series of rapid sneezes that she tried to muffle as best she could. The force of the sneezes made her shoulders shake, and she closed her eyes tightly, hoping to relieve the tickle in her nose. 

Once the fit subsided, your wife let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the camera, her cheeks now even more flushed. She chuckled nervously apologised, “Sorry guys, this is so embarrassing.”  

As the live stream went on, Scarlett's energy and passion gradually overshadowed her initial embarrassment. Her genuine love for the products and her dedication to sharing her knowledge with her audience were evident in every word she spoke, even as she occasionally had to pause to sneeze or blow her nose. 

Meanwhile, the online audience responded with warmth and understanding. They flooded the chat with messages of support, telling Scarlett not to worry and that they appreciated her authenticity. 

Eventually though, you could see the exhaustion getting too her and came into frame as you sat down beside her, “Well I’d like to thank everyone who tuned in to see everything but I’m afraid this lovely lady here needs to go lay down” 

Scarlett leaned against you, her tired eyes reflecting both disappointment and gratitude. "Thank you all so much for your understanding. I promise to make it up to you when I'm feeling better." She mustered a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. 

You reached out to turn off the camera, ending the live stream. As the screen went black, you gently guided Scarlett to stand up, supporting her weight as she swayed slightly from exhaustion. 

Together, you made your way to the bedroom, where Scarlett settled herself under the covers. She snuggled into the pillows, finding comfort in the warmth and softness that enveloped her. 

You sat by her side, running a gentle hand through her hair. "Rest now, my love," you whispered soothingly. "You just get comfy, alright?" 

Scarlett nodded weakly, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Thanks baby" she murmured, her voice filled with both love and fatigue. 

You smiled tenderly at her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're welcome, my love. I'll take care of you." With that, you dimmed the lights and ensured she had everything she needed within reach before quietly leaving the room, allowing her to rest undisturbed. 

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[christian-oc-tournament]

Some Lieutenant Madeline (Maddy) Hatley propaganda:

(Because she will protect Piett from a cold)

“This has to be done,” he said, and hoped that didn’t sound too petulant. He gave her a stern look which was promptly ruined by a sneeze.

“Mmhm. Admiral, have you had cold meds?”

“ Yes , Hatley, I’ve had the meds. Please, can we not fuss about this? How many of us have worked through colds? Hm?”

Hatley blew out a breath. “Kark, sir, you’re worse than my brothers. They were always trying to prove how tough they were…”

“I am not trying to prove how ‘tough’ I am….!” he interjected indignantly.

“....whether it was a physical injury or an illness,” continued the lieutenant without missing a beat. “Of course they were also men, so they always went down much more quickly with colds than I did…”

“Hatley,” he said sharply. “Thank you for the fascinating look into your family’s history with colds but I need to…”

“What needs to be done then, sir?” she said, coming around to stand beside him. “And did you have dinner?”

No. He was not having mother henning right now. Not from a woman who was shorter than he was and half his age, no matter how much he appreciated her.

“That is not your concern, Lieutenant,” he told her calmly and failed to suppress another sneeze.

Force damn it.

“Well that’s fair, sir, but it will be the Doctor’s,” she replied, hands on her hips.

She was seriously threatening….

“A little beyond your duties there, Hatley, don’t you think?” he asked, rising and succumbing to the need to blow his nose, pitching the tissue in the disposal unit.

“Your health and well being are part of our duties, sir,” Hatley said, sounding like a training manual. Then she came around again to stand in front of him and look up into his face earnestly. “But that’s not why we do this job--any of us. You know that, Admiral. And I care about the fact that you look like one of the General’s AT-AT’s stepped on you, sir.”

He snorted lightly. But her little pug nosed face was sincere and she bit her lip as she held his gaze, silently pleading with him to listen to her.

“Hatley…..I truly have to finish this tonight.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I can help then. Do you have to write replies?”

“I’ve been keeping it largely to yes and no with my signature.”

“Good,” she said. “Then sir, I think you should lie on your sofa. I can give you the gist of the reports and---you have a printed signature right? It’s not all by hand?”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” he replied, amused.

“All right. You and me, sir, we’ll bung these out and then you can get to your quarters.”

She was so earnest and he was reminded of many times where she had risked so much to keep him safe.

“Very well, Lieutenant Hatley,” he sighed.

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[obsessedwithkpopfics]

Sickie: Woozi

Caretaker: Hoshi

Hoshi p.o.v

It wasn't often that Woozi was this bad at dancing. Yes, it sounds horrible, but I don't know how else to describe it. It was like he lost all sense of rhythm overnight. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who noticed though because halfway through our practice Chan stopped, "Jihoon hyung, focus!" Woozi didn't even seem to notice he was being spoken to. He continued to stare at the wall as if he was waiting for something to happen. I went over to him, "Jihoon!" I tapped his shoulder. He flinched, and I mentally noted how strange he was acting. He glanced at me, "What's going on? Your moves are so off today." He mumbled an apology. "It's okay, just try and focus better." It seemed like my words weren't going through to him. I looked around at Chan, trying to explain the situation to him. He looked just as confused as I did. "Okay, let's just take a break, everyone take 5."

Woozi p.o.v

Ever since I woke up, I knew it wasn't gonna be a good day though I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. My head felt stuffy and it seemed difficult to keep my eyes open. Well, I still had to go to practice so I pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of my mind and started getting ready for the day. I internally groaned when Cheol told us we were gonna have a dance practice as well as the group recording today. This day was really not working out for me. Dance practice was pure torture. I managed to annoy even Chan who was known to not get mad no matter how much you mess up the choreography. While he was talking to me possibly about how much I was messing up, I began zoning out. There was an ever-present tickle at the back of my sinuses, and my head was stuffed up making it very difficult to focus. It got to the point where Soonyoung had to come up and tap my shoulder to get my attention. He asked me what was wrong and told me that my moves were off. "I'm sorry," I whispered and I didn't think he could hear. He told me it was fine before announcing to the group to take a break.

I was relieved that Hoshi called for a break because I really needed to blow my nose. Plus another four hours of sleep would be nice, but I'd settle for a tissue right now. I informed Cheol that I had to use the bathroom. I went to the nearest one and took a handful of paper towels and blew my nose. I cringed at the feeling. Glancing at my phone, I realized I had 3 mins left. I blew my nose again and stuffed some tissues into my pocket. Leaving the bathroom, I was about halfway to the practice room when the tickle that had been bothering me all morning decided to fully come out. "Hhktchhu!- Hektchuh!- hh-Hhtkcchu!-"

"Bless you." I flinched at the voice. It was a girl's and it came from behind me. I turned around and saw one of the Le Sserafim members, (Chaewon, I think was her name) "Thank you."

"Are you alright, Sunbaenim? You're kinda pale." She looked concerned. I smiled at the young girl's concern, "Yes, just a cold." She nodded. "Feel better, Sunbae."

"Thank you." She bowed and walked into the bathroom. Once she left, I took a few of the tissues out of my pocket and blew my nose. It was already starting to hurt, the skin around my nose growing raw. I cringed and sniffled one last time before I went back to the practice room.

"You're late," Soonyoung said, his arms crossed over his chest. I glanced at the clock, "By like 1 minute."

"Still." he looked half irritated, half concerned. "Well sorry!" I shook my head, feeling irritated at him. It's just a minute for goodness sake. I rolled my eyes to myself. "This isn't like you Jihoon. You're a lot more serious than this. I don't know what's gotten into you. If you think, just because you write our music, you get to slack off, I'm sorry. In my opinion, everyone here is practicing hard except you and I would like you to be serious." That little speech made me completely lose my patience because frankly, I'd had enough of Soonyoung nagging me that day. "Who the hell gave you the right to decide who's slacking off and who's not?! I may be off today and everyone has those days. Who the fuck are you to nag me about that! Just because you make the choreography doesn't mean you can belittle people who don’t pick up on it quickly. Heck, Chan's definitely a better teacher than you. At least he tries to sympathize with his members, unlike you who's stuck in his own fucking world where everything's perfect. Well, I'm sorry to crush your dreams but everything in this world can't be done according to you!" Every single member went silent and stared at us. Soonyoung's eyes were damp with what looked like tears. I instantly regretted what I said. "Soonyoung-"

"I think we're done for today." he interrupted me, his voice cold. The entire room fell into a heavy and awkward silence. "Let's head back to the dorms," Cheol said, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. The whole group began moving. Little conversations broke out between the members, but Soonyoung remained silent. I went over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Soon-"

"Jihoon, I don't really want to talk to you right now and I would like you to respect that." I nodded. I felt guilty, but I couldn't blame him.

On the way to the car, I stopped by the bathroom to blow my nose in private. I felt bad that I had lost my temper like that, I didn't want to make it worse by drawing unnecessary attention to myself.

Hoshi p.o.v

I was hurt, I felt like crying, a bit angry, but above all just confused. I couldn't figure out what I'd done to make Jihoon snap like that. Like, yeah, I was a bit irritated but I didn't think I deserved… all that. This was one of the very few actual fights I had with Jihoon. Sure we bickered sometimes but Jihoon has almost never been this mad at me before. The thought itself made me wanna curl up into a ball and cry. I was very close to Jihoon, and the fight we just had was really breaking my heart. I know he probably didn't mean what he said to me, but a part of me wondered 'what if he did.' I think my obvious hurt and confusion were showing on my face as Cheol came up to me, looking concerned. "What happened back there?" The concern in the leader's voice made my eyes burn with oncoming tears which I quickly blinked back. "I don't know, hyung. I don't know what I did to make him that mad at me." Cheol patted me on the back comfortingly. "You okay?" I nodded, trying to force the tears away. "Maybe you should talk to him?" The leader suggested, "I really don't want to," I admitted quietly, "I understand that but maybe he had a good reason," Cheol said. I nodded, "Is he still here?"

"I think so. Think he's in his studio." I nodded, "So will you talk to him?" Cheol asked as he started leaving the room. "I'll try. Thanks hyung."

"No problem, I just want you guys to figure stuff out. I'd hate to see you guys fight."

"For the record, he started it." Seungcheol shook his head at me, "Just go talk to him," he said, a hint of a laugh in his voice. "The rest of us are heading back to the dorm. It's just you guys." I nodded, "If you need someone to pick you up just let me know and I'll send someone." "Thanks hyung."

"No problem. I gotta go. The others are waiting for me. But you go talk to him." I waved at the leader as he left.

Woozi p.o.v

Even though I was supposed to be heading back to the dorm, I took a detour to my studio. It felt more like home there anyway. There's also the fact that I didn't want to deal with the others just yet. This situation had been hard enough, I didn't need them making it an even bigger deal than it already was. Plus, there was also the fact that I was trying to hide a cold from them which wouldn't go too well, especially with how fast-moving it was. Right now, I could barely see anything as my eyes were watering so much, plus the ever-present tickle in my sinuses. I turned on my computer, in hopes of losing myself in the music when the tickle suddenly decided to make itself known. "Hhkktschu!- 'snf' Hettschu!- Hh..hkhhschu!-"

"Bless you, Jihoon-ah." I flinched at the voice and whipped around and saw Soonyoung standing in the doorway of my studio. "Soonnie I'm sorry," I stood up and walked over to him. "I didn't mean anything I said. And none of it is true. You're not a bad teacher and I know you were just trying to help. I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I was angry at myself as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly brushed it off, accidentally hitting my nose causing my breath to hitch once again, "HhkTCHhu!- HhtcHshuH!- HhktChHuh!- HhtKKtchu!-" I sniffled, feeling my sneezes get harsher than they were before.

"Bless you and I forgive you. And I'm sorry for losing my patience with you." I stepped closer and hugged him, he seemed a bit surprised, and I couldn't blame him, I wasn't really the clingy type. He let me hug him and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Hoshi p.o.v

Saying I was surprised by Jihoon's hug was an understatement. But what was even more surprising was the noticeable warmth I felt once I was touching him. I immediately placed my palm on his forehead, checking his temperature. "Jihoonie, you're burning up."

"I am? Hadn't realized." Said the producer. I internally groaned. This was so much like Jihoon. Ignoring and hiding any sign of weakness till it gets to this. "Okay, Ji, I need you to tell me how exactly you are feeling. And don’t lie, I can see right through that." I heard him sigh softly. "Okay, I feel awful, my head is stuffed up and I also have a slight headache, I can barely keep my eyes open. I also feel like I'm gonna sneeze any second, and my nose feels like a faucet I can't control." Wow, I didn't expect all that. 'He must have been feeling like this in dance practice too', I thought. No wonder he couldn't keep up with the rhythm if his head was stuffed up and he could barely see through his eyes. And no wonder he was late, he must've been blowing his nose or something as he was determined to hide this from the others. I mentally beat myself up again for getting irritated but Jihoon needed me and I couldn't wallow in self-pity right now. A soft gasp interrupted my thoughts as I looked down and saw Jihoon, his eyes closed, turning away from me, his breath hitching. "Ahh…hhtKSshu!- HhhktsCHuu!- HhHKtshuu!- HhktsCHhu!- Ugh, 'snf'-" I flinched at how harsh his sneezes had become in a matter of minutes, he must be exhausted.

"Bless you, c'mon let's get you home. You need rest, like a lot of it." Jihoon nodded as I took out my phone and called Cheol. He answered the call in about 2 rings. "Hey Soon, what's up?"

"Cheol, could you send one of the members to pick us up? Jihoon's sick." I said, giving Jihoon a quick glance, he looked half asleep already, and knowing Cheol, he probably knew that too. "Sure thing. See you then,"

"Bye," I said and cut the call. "Cheol is sending someone to pick us up," I said, turning to Jihoon.

"I was gonna finish this first though." He said sniffling against his wrist. "Jihoon, you're sick. You need t-"

"HhhktCShhu!- HhkKtcHHu!- HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you. You need to go home and rest."

"I know. I'm just bad at resting sometimes, " He said, laughing lightly. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "I know. But let me help you relax. You need to rest. You'll never get better if you don't sleep." I handed him a tissue from the box on his desk, he thanked me and blew his nose wetly. I tried not to cringe but it sounded painful and messy. He coughed after, which sounded equally as painful. I patted his back. "You alright?"

"Sick." He said under his breath. I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face, "I know."

Woozi p.o.v

I knew Soonyoung was worried. He didn't show it too much so as not to overwhelm me but I could see that he was worried about me. It made me feel both happy that he cared about me and guilty for bothering him with something so small. He must've seen the change in my expression as he smiled softly, "Hey, it's fine. It's not your fault you're sick and I don't mind taking care of you." I smiled too. In a few minutes, a car had pulled up in front of my studio. "C'mon, let's go." I quickly gathered up my stuff, shut down my laptop and turned off the lights. When we got to the gate, I saw Jeonghan wave at us. I smiled at him slightly. "Hey, Seungcheol said you were sick. How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine, really hyung, it's just a bad- Hhh…hhtKStshuu!- HhkSHtshu!- 'snf' Hhh…hhhtskshCHu!- It's just a bad cold." I said, sniffling, my nose completely rubbed raw by now. "I can definitely see that," Said Jeonghan, patting my arm lightly. "C'mon, let's get you guys home." He said climbing into the car.

Hoshi p.o.v

I got in the back seat of the car and Jihoon climbed in after me. The manager looked in the rearview mirror, "Is he okay?"

"I-

"HhhktCShhu!-HhkKtcHHu!-HhttTchuH!-"

"Bless you, I think he's got a bit of a cold."

"Does he have a fever?" Jeonghan asked from the front. I reached over and placed my hand on his forehead, "Yep, feels like it," I noticed the way that Jihoon leaned into my touch. "We need to get you home and resting, ok." He sniffled, "Sounds good to me." He cleared his throat, "Can I take a nap on the way home?"

"Sure, Ji." I said, softly.

He laid his head on my shoulder and fell asleep quickly.

Once we arrived back at the dorm I gently shook his arm to wake him up. His eyes opened for a second as he looked around in confusion, before they fluttered shut and he ducked his head towards his shoulder. "Hh-ktchUH!-TCchu!-kktCHshu!-tTch!SHhu!-"

"Bless you!" I patted his shoulder. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes. His pink nose and pale skin made him look much younger and even cuter than normal. "Let's get you to bed, Ji," he nodded, attesting even further to how tired he was. "Thank you, Soonie," he said softly as I half carried him to his room, I smiled and kissed his forehead, "No problem. Just want you to feel better. " The two of us made it to his room, and I got him in bed. There was a bit of a struggle to get the half asleep sickie to change out of his sweaty practice clothes. But finally, I got him into his pajamas and into bed. He seemed very dazed as I did so, and when I moved to leave the room, I felt his small fingers wrap around my arm. "Please stay. I don't really want to be alone." I smiled softly. "Sure thing, Ji." I climbed into the bed next to him and allowed him to curl up with me. I smiled and began running my fingers through his hair. "Feel better, Jihoonie."

💖👾

[river-r1t3s]

💕, 🌻, 🤞 for seventeen (any member but preferably Seungkwan or Hoshi) plssss!! Thank youuuu

I did little drabbles instead of full fics, hope that's okay <3

💕- sniffles

Seungkwan-

It started innocently enough, a small sniffle, barely noticeable over the chaos of dinner. Seungkwan himself thought nothing of it but Vernon, who sat next to Seungkwan noticed the sniffle. A moment later a second sniffle came, then a third. Not long after a fourth. Eventually Vernon was getting a bit confused, (maybe even a little annoyed) he nudged Seungkwan with his elbow. Seungkwan stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth, "what's up?"

"you keep sniffling" Vernon softly said, Seungkwan shrugged, "the spices are making me sniffly" he explained, Seungkwan sniffled again, "then blow your nose, you keep sniffling right by my ear, it's all I've heard the whole meal. Seungkwan apologized, he took a napkin from the center of the table and blew his nose. Right after his breath hitched, he ducked towards his elbow, "hktchU - tcCHU- kekTChHu"

"bless you Kwan" a few of the members said, Seungkwan thanked them and took another napkin to blow his nose, "are you okay?" Jeonghan asked, The other members had drawn their focus to Seugkwan, who was sniffling into a tissue, "the spices" he said with a nod towards the food, "ktchu- hehh- hKtchu"

"bless you"

"thank you" he said, he blew his nose. "you sure you're okay?"Jihoon asked, Seungkwan nodded, "I'll be fine. I'll just be a bit sneezy while I eat the spicy food." Seungkwan explained with an itchy sounding sniffle. Seungkwan went back to eating normally, despite him having to stop and sneeze every few seconds. Vernon had gotten just a bit fed up with him, but also knew that Seungkwan had put up with him and his flower allergies for years so he chose to just ignore it.

Hoshi-

"It's gonna snow tomorrow" Hoshi commented, seemingly out of nowhere. Chan, Jun, and Minghao all looked at him, "what?"

"it's gonna snow tomorrow" Sooyoung repeated, he sniffled, "how do you know that?" Jun asked, looking as if he didn't quite believe him, "because I get a snf stuffy nose when it's gonna snow"

"that's not a real thing" Chan said with an eye roll. He pulled out his phone, "even the weather says it's gonna be sunny tomorrow"

"it is!!" Hoshi said stubbornly, right after he sniffled. "I'm serious. why do you think I always get colds in winter"

"because you never wear a jacket" Minghao chimed in from his spot on the floor. Sooyoung rolled his eyes and kept stretching, he sniffled again. "I think you're doing that on purpose" Chan said, playfully rolling his eyes at the performance team leader . "Am not!!!" he sniffled again, which caused the other dancers to groan. "Guys!!!" they all started laughing at him

~the next day~

Chan was awoken the next morning by Jun and Minghao screaming and running into his room, "what the heck guys!!!!?"

"he was right!!!!" Jun yelled flopping down on Chan's bed. "who was right?" Chan asked, his brain still trying to wake up. Sooyoung" Minghao said, he walked over to the window and drew back the curtains, snow was falling outside. "how?" just then a harsh sneeze came from the other room, "maybe he does get colds when it snows" Chan said, he climbed out of bed and went to the team leader's room. Sooyoung was standing by his closet, a tissue up to his nose as he used his other hand to sift through his clothes. "aktchHu- hhatcchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung flinched at the voice, he blew his nose, then turned around. "I told you guys!!" he said with a wet sniffle. "sorry, but you know, it did sound kinda crazy"

"yeah, it's a bit strange. Took me a while to get used to it" he paused, "ATChu- atCHu- snf but every time it's gonna snow"

"Sooyoung makes a better weather man than the actual meteorologist." Jun said with a laugh. The maknae rolled his eyes, "how long has this happened for?"

"I think since I broke my nose back in 2019"

"you broke your nose?"

"y-hh-hea- atCHhu- atchHu- during filming one time"

"how come we didn't know?"

"no one did, except me, our manager and Scoups hyung, mainly because our manager made me tell him" Sooyoung explained, he sniffled and blew his nose again. "Sorry for not believing you hyung" Chan said sheepishly. The maknae shrugged, "I wouldn't believe me either"

🌻- taken by surprise

Seungkwan-

The vocal unit was gathered in the studio recording something for their newest album, things had gone smoothly all morning. That was until Seungkwan had started recording. The second he started singing he felt a strange tickle in his nose. He rubbed his nose and ignored it. He started singing again and the tickle came back. He put his hand up to stop the recording. Jihoon stopped and gave Seungkwan a confused look, when the youngest vocalist ducked towards his elbow and sneezed twice. "All good?" Jihoon asked, Seungkwan gave him a thumbs up. Seungkwan was able to film two lines before his nose started tickling again. He raised his hand again, signaling a stop. Jihoon gave him a confused look, but did pause the recording. "Everything alright Seungkwan?"

"kktchu- kktchshu-ttchshu- ugh sorry"

Jihoon signaled for them to stop completely. The staff did so, he went into the studio, "everything okay Kwan?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me! My nose itches."

"you sick?" Jeonghan asked looking a bit concerned. Seungkwan shrugged. "I felt fine all day, still do, just keep- kktch-tchu-hTchu sneezing"

"is it allergies?"

"I don't think I have allergies" Seungkwan said, he turned away and sneezed again. "You could have developed some, or come in contact with something new" Joshua said, he turned to the staff, "has this studio been cleaned recently" they nodded, "do you have the cleaning stuff that was used?" The staff nodded and left the room, "what's that for hyung?"

"well the room smells faitly of the cleaning stuff, I wonder if you're having a reaction to it."

"I hadn't even noticed the smell" Seokmin commented. The other members agreed. "It's really faint" Joshua said, "you just have a really strong sense of smell" Seungkwan said, "I can't smell it either, "it's possible that you can't but you're still reacting to it" Jihoon said with a shrug. Seungkwan shook his head, "I've literally never been allergic to anything"

"it could be something-"

"hh-ktchUH kktchu-"

"bless you, something new" Joshua explained, Jeonghan handed a few tissues to the youngest of the vocal team. He thanked him, his face flushed lightly in embarrassment.

The staff returned with a bottle of cleaner, "Kwan can you just smell this?" Seungkwan gave the bottle a look of distain, "just do it" Seokmin said nudging Seungkwan. He gave a dramatic sigh and took the bottle, "it's pointless anyways, I'm not allergic to any-" he caught a whiff of the scent and instantly pushed it back to Joshua, "HHKTchu- TchhhU- ketChu- hhektCHHu- EKTCHhuh"

"bless you" the others said, Jeonghan handed Seungkwan a few tissues, he took them enthusiastically and pressed them to his nose, he sneezed four times into the tissue and blew his nose. "Ugh"

"I think you might be allergic to that" Seokmin said, he patted Seungkwan's shoulder. "Can I go home and shower?" Seungkwan asked, looking absolutely miserable. "Of course, do you want someone to go with you?" Jeonghan asked, looking worried about Seungkwan, whose eyes were swollen and his nose bright red, "I'll text Vernon" Seokmin said, patting Seungkwan on the back. He said a congested thank you to Seokmin.

Vernon came a few minutes later to get his boyfriend and take him back to the dorm, "I'm surprised, it's usually you picking me up" Vernon said laughing a bit. "I know, I was really surprised" Seungkwan sneezed, "bless you"

"thanks, but I've never been allergic to anything before. It's so strange. It- kktchHu- ektchu- ttchu- awful. I hope that this is very much a one time thing."

Hoshi:

The performance team was choreographing something for their upcoming comeback. The whole morning had been absolute chaos. It had started thunder storming 15 minutes after the got there and the storm caused the power to go out, but the team (specifically Sooyoung) was determined to contiune working, despite it being nearly impossible. A rough demo that Jihoon had sent them played from Chan's phone speaker, barely even able to be heard over the storm outside, the lack of stable cell service also meant the audio was skipping and crackly.

But as if the storm outside wasn't enough, the members had started to notice how raspy Sooyoung's voice had gotten, but whenever it was brought up or mentioned Sooyoung was quick to explain it was from yelling over the thunder. The others let it go because it did make sense.

Halfway through one of their run throughs Sooyoung stopped dead in his tracks, the others looked at him in confusion. "Sooyoung is everyth-"

"HUTChu- ehtcHHu- aKkTchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung shook his head to clear the cloudy feeling and rubbed his nose, "sorry guys, let's get back in position" the others nodded and began moving when the leader of the unit stopped dead in his tracks and ducked his head towards his elbow "stchu- ktcCHu- hhestchu- hKtchu- ugh sorry"

"you okay hyung?" Chan asked, he looked concerned, Sooyoung nodded, "I'm fine."

"you sure? Dust bothering you?" Jun asked, knowing how sensitive Sooyoung was around dust. Sooyoung shook his head, "no, not allergies. I can say that for sure"

"you're sneezing a lot though"

"I don't get a sore throat with allergies"

"Do you have a sore throat?" Minghao asked looking surprised, "a bit yeah. Felt fine earlier"

"maybe you're getting sick."

"were you outside in the rain?" Chan asked, "you can't get sick from going in the rain Chan" Sooyoung said with a hint of exhasperation, "I know that, but if you went out in the rain and then came in the studio where it's cold, then maybe that could make you a bit sick"

"I don't know if it works like that" Sooyoung said before sneezing again. "Well whatever the cause is, it seems like you've got a cold so you should probably head back to the dorm and get some rest" Jun said as he starts gathering his stuff. "probably a good idea" Chan agreed and Minghao nodded, "I'm fine guys"

"you need rest, especially if you're getting sick. We don't want you to get worse with the comeback around the corner. And with how fast it came on I haven't ruled out the flu yet, so I'd rather be safe than sorry" Minghao said and handed Sooyoung's bag to Jun. "Ugh, fine" Chan smiled and put his arm around the leader's shoulders, "not like we were really getting much done anyways" Sooyoung started to protest but ultimately followed the maknae out of the studio. Once back in the dorms he was pushed to the shower and quickly sent to bed after.

🤞- stifles

Seungkwan:

There was a tense air in the van on the way to schedules. Seungkwan had been caught faking being sick to get out of going to schedules all of the previous few days. So the members had all gotten quite angry, but Seungkwan was nervous as this morning when he woke up he had a stuffy nose and a headache. Which he assumed was karma for him faking. But he also knew his members wouldn't believe him and would likely just get mad. Halfway to the studio his nose began tickling, he discreetly tried rubbing at it, trying to keep the sneeze from coming out. But eventually the tickle got really bad and he knew he was going to sneeze he pinched his nose and stifled a sneeze trying not to move much, or any. Mingyu, who was seated next to him, felt Seugkwan move a bit but didn't say anything, too irritated to really care what the youngest vocalist was doing. But when it happened three more times within the next 4 minutes he was starting to get annoyed, he looked at Seungkwan and saw his eyes were wet with what looked like tears. "Kwan are you seriously crying?" Mingyu felt irritated, thinking Seungkwan was upset he had to work. When in reality Seungkwan was fighting his tears as the stifles had caused his minor headache to turn quite painful. "no hyung, just got some dust in my eye" Seungkwan said softly, his throat had begun hurting from the sneezes. Mingyu wanted to believe him, but also felt a bit concerned when he noticed there was a congested note in Seungkwan's voice.

Once the group arrived at the studio Mingyu pulled the leader aside, "I think something is wrong with Seungkwan, he seemed upset in the car and his voice sounded off" Seungcheol shrugged, "maybe, but what if he's just faking again"

"right" Mingyu said, but deep down he really didn't think that Seungkwan was faking anything. The group went to a room to begin filming and Mingyu almost tripped when Seungkwan suddenly stopped right in front of him, "Kwan you good"

"hngphm- nngtchh- hnmphch" Mingyu wasn't sure what was wrong with Seungkwan but whatever it was, it sounded painful. "Kwan you okay?" he asked again, Seungkwan smiled, "yeah, all good" Mingyu noticed that Seungkwan's voice sounded very strange. Mingyu also noticed how pale Seungkwan was. "Kwan are you sick?"

"NO!!!" He said, he coughed after, "Shit Kwan. If you're actually sick you need to rest"

"No, they won't believe mbe- 'sall my fault" Mingyu was worried, "Seugkwan, I can tell them you're actually sick" He felt worried seeing the usually playful member almost crying just from a simple conversation. Seungkwan suddenly turned away from Mingyu very quickly and clamped his hands roughly around his face, "HNGtch-hhnptch- NGTChh-" Seungkwan wimpered softly, "Kwan if it hurts don't do that"

"don't want to bother" he coughed, Mingyu cringed at how painful it sounded, "Seungkwan, I know you made a mistake but if you're sick you can't be at work." He put his arm around Seungkwan's shoulder and walked with him to the rest of the members. Kwan let out a small whimper.

"Guys, Seungkwan isn't feeling very well--"

"Mingyu we just went over this he's fine" the leader interrupted looking irritated. Seungkwan sniffled and a few tears fell, he quickly wiped them away, brushing his sensitive nose in the process and triggering three sneezes, which he stifled into near silence, which caused him to audibly whimper. "Seungkwan, stop." Vernon, who was usually very soft for his youngest hyung, said. Absolutely no hint of softness now. This seemed to be too much for Seungkwan and he shrugged Mingyu's shoulder off and ran out of the studio crying. This caused the whole group to freeze in shock. "Told you guys" Mingyu said. "He's been stifling his sneezes all morning and it's very clearly hurting him. He almost started crying from it in the car" The members all looked guilty, especially Vernon and Seungcheol, who were both nervously twisting their hands. "I'll go get him" Vernon said, he quickly left the room. He found Seungkwan crying in a corner by a vending machine. "Oh Seungkwan, I'm sorry" Vernon said sitting next to him. "I'm sorry!" Seungkwan sobbed, Vernon felt his heart break for the vocalist. Vernon put his arms around Seungkwan. "It's okay Kwan. We should have believed you." Vernon noticed a warmth coming off of Seungkwan, "you have a fever Boo"

"oh" Vernon helped Seungkwan stand and go to the studio where the others were. As soon as they saw Seungkwan they all started apologizing. Which made Seungkwan cry again and he started explaining how he shouldn't have lied and how sorry he was. His words were woven in between sobs. The members helped Seungkwan back to the van where he was taken back home. Seungcheol and Vernon were obviously still feeling pretty guilty and stayed back with him, along with Mingyu, who Seungkwan, in his feverish mind seemed to find comfort in.

[babybearsnz]

could you please do a really sneezy Changbin (stray kids) fic with worried/sweet members? I really don't mind about the plot or anything there's just too little changbin snz fics out there especially because he's my bias 😭😭❤️

Stuffy back rubs

Sickie: Changbin

Caretakers: Chan, Minho, and Felix

Relationships: Platonic

Chan’s pov:

I thought I was the only one awake when I heard a few coughs from another room. I rolled out of bed and went to investigate.

“Still have that nasty head cold?” I asked, walking into the living room. Changbin was sprawled out on the couch, blowing his nose and watching TV.

He sniffled. “Yeah, unfortunately.” He brought another tissue to his face. “huhTSSHuh! huhNGXTtch!”

“Bless you, Bin.” I sat beside him and put a hand on his back.

He cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

“Don’t hold them in like that,” I said.

Changbin shook his head. “huhNGXTshhu! I’m not trying to.” He blew his nose again. “I’m just that stuffy.”

“Aw, Bin-ah,” I cooed, rubbing his back.

He smiled slightly and closed his eyes, sighing. “That feels nice.”

I kissed his forehead. “Anything I can get for you? Meds?”

He shook his head again. “Already took some.”

“How about something to eat?”

He shrugged. “I’m not hungry yet. It’s too early.”

“Okay,” I frowned. “Call for me if you need anything.”

********time skip********

Changbin’s pov:

I tried watching a show to distract myself from how I was feeling, but it wasn’t working anymore. My head was pounding and I whimpered. It hurt to move.

“Hyung!” I called. My ears were clogged, my own voice sounding muffled.

I was expecting Chan when Minho walked in instead. “Changbin-ah, what’s wrong?” He looked worried and sat beside me.

“My head,” I groaned, lying down with my head in his lap. I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling Minho place a hand on my forehead.

“Hold on,” he said. “I don’t want to be too loud.” He covered my ears. “Yongbok-ah! Can you bring painkillers and the thermometer?”

“Okay!” Felix yelled back.

Minho brushed my hair out of my face. “I’m sorry you’re still not feeling well,” he said softly. “Where does it hurt?”

I sat up when Felix came in and rubbed my nose. “Sinus headache.”

“Here, hyung.” He handed me a glass of water and some pills, slipping the thermometer under my tongue. “Still no fever.”

I nodded and sniffled, wincing when I felt a sharp pain in my sinuses. “Ow.”

“Oh, hyung.” Felix wrapped his arms around me.

I pulled away, grabbing a tissue and bringing it to my face. “huhEINGXtshu! NGXTtshh!”

“Bless you, bless you.” Felix sat down and put an arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you, sorry.”

He rubbed my arm up and down. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Minho ran his fingers through my hair and stood from the couch before leaving the room. He returned with a humidifier, Chan close behind holding a mug of hot tea.

“Let’s try and get you less snotty, yeah?” Chan set the mug down in front of me and kissed the top of my head.

I blew my nose gently so as not to cause any more pain. It sparked a buzzing feeling in my nose and my breath hitched. “hekkTSHH! hukkTSHhu!” I caught a harsh double in a tissue before blowing my nose, successfully this time.

“Oh, Binnie, bless.” Chan handed me more tissues.

“Bless you, you alright?” Felix asked.

I nodded. “Thank you.” I took a few sips of tea, the steam making my nose run. I bunched up a tissue and held it under my nose.

“Aigo, Changbin-ah.” Minho put his feet up and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Mwoya?” I asked.

Minho chuckled. “Saranghae.”

I looked up at him with wrinkled eyebrows and Felix’s jaw dropped.

“Wow,” Chan mumbled. “Maybe Minho has a fever.”

[awkwarddesertfox]

A basic summary of my day.

[lovejosephquinn]

hey hope you are good, i really like your fics, people should request you more often (: can i request joe x reader where reader (girlfriend) is sick in bed and joe does everything he can to look after her and make her feel better even if it means getting sick himself, make it so damn fluffy / smutty, whatever you want, thank you xxx

Hi lovely, thank you for your support! I think it's so good when people request things, really gets your creative flare going! Hope you're doing good too! This is lowkey so cute, yes, I will do my best to deliver. I haven't written a large amount of smut in a long time, so I hope it's okay!!

Warnings: fluff from our favourite boy and smut from our favourite boy, nothing more. under 18 DNI x

Word Count: 1.7k

I'll Look After You Joseph Quinn x Reader Short Story Request

There's always that calm before the storm. You know the night you start to feel a little bit yucky but put it down to tiredness or that you've just had a really shitty week. Then as the days go on your bones start to ache, you get the headache, sore throat, followed by the snotty nose and then chesty cough? Yeah, sick was going to be an understatement. You'd caught the god damn flu.

The majority of the night you'd had yourself propped up, sneezing and blowing your nose once every 20 minutes. You'd start to drop off and then you'd begin the vicious cycle again. Those were the worst kind of nights. Your boyfriend had since got back from a Comic Con event as was absolutely exhausted with jet lag, but he knew it wasn't your fault and refused to leave your side when you told him to go sleep in the spare bed so he could at least get a good amount.

With some form of miracle, you managed to fall asleep at some point, waking up early that morning after little to no sleep at all, you lifted yourself up and rubbed your eyes until you were seeing stars and swirls. You felt your boyfriend's hand rest upon your back as he drew little patterns around it. "You don't sound like you slept good last night, love." Joe mentioned with a low voice having just woken up himself. "No, terrible. I feel like death warmed up." Joe pulled you down into a warm embrace, you laid your head onto his chest whilst he wrapped his arm around you, and his other hand moved up to your hair, stroking his fingers through it. "Well looks like I'm going to be playing Doctor today, doesn't it?" That made you let out a slight giggle which obviously irritated your throat and made you cough. You sat back up and blew your nose for what felt the billionth time. "Ugh, how much snot does one little body part have?" Joe shook his head at you, sat up behind you, kissed the crook of your neck then snook a glance round to face you from your side. "I don't know but, my girl still looks plenty beautiful; even with tissue stuck to the end of her nose." You put your fingers to your nose to find that he was obviously letting you know what was left from blowing. Your head fell into your hands. "Wow, attractive." you earned a laugh from Joe. "Always."

Whilst you managed to get some sleep, Joe ceased the moment to get out of the apartment where he went to the shops to find you things to make you feel better. He contemplated orange juice or apple juice but got both anyway because he knew you liked them. He got you your favourite chocolate, a box of tissues and some flu medication.

Coming back in and checking on you, you were fast on - Joe snook the tissues and medication onto your bedside table. He knew it was a good time to conduct his plan further on making his one and only patient feel as good as she possibly could. He set out a tray, where he poured a glass of orange juice, put your chocolate on there. Going into the little draw full of stationary you owned, he found a little flash card notebook where he wrote a cute little message on one and made one into a coupon for you to redeem.

He walked back in the bedroom with the tray of goods as you stirred, you groggily opened your eyes to see your perfect man stood at the end of the bed holding something.

"There's tissues and meds on the side, love. And these are some treats for you." He smiled as he sat with the tray and set it down beside you. It undoubtedly made you smile with no hesitation. You sat up and lent against you pillow whilst you chuckled at the juice and chocolate. "I got you apple juice too but google said Vitamin C is better for flu." your smile grew even further.

You picked up the note folded in half and opened it.

'Hi, baby. I know you're feeling like shit, but I just want you to know that whatever you need, I'm here. I wish I could take it all away, so you didn't have to suffer. Keep fighting that nasty bug away. I love you so much Y/N. Your Joseph xxx'

You gestured for him to move the tray to his side table so you could use some energy to move. He did exactly that and you were quick to lift yourself up and wrap your arms around him. "I love you too, so, so much!" Joe returned your hug. "There's one more thing."

You released him from your mini cuddle and grabbed the second card off of the tray. 'Coupon for one free massage from the best Doctor there ever was.'

"I think I'll take that massage, right now Dr. Quinn."

Joe pulled his sleeves up ready. "Say no more, love. Onto your stomach you go."

Joe sat to the side of you for a good 20 minutes where he began to knead his knuckles into your back, he stroked up and down your spine which made you shiver, where then he massaged your shoulder blades and all the way down to the lower part of your back, rubbing around the parts you asked him too more where it felt good.

His eyes glanced further down to see that the covers were falling slightly from where your bottom half was covered before, and Joe took the golden opportunity to squeeze your bum cheek. You let out a quiet squeal when it made you jump a little. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." He planted a kiss on top of each cheek and then proceeded to kiss all the way to your lower back and up your spine till he reached your shoulders. You watched him as he got up to the top and he came and laid beside you. "Hello." you sniggered at him.

"The massage includes one more thing." Oh, you got the hint straight away. Here he was, your horny boyfriend. You loved his dark side. He pushed your shoulder lightly to indicate to lay onto your back. You say nothing and you knew you wouldn't deny Joe of what he wanted to give you, just as you knew you'd always want what he had to give. Just like that he was leaning over the top of you, giving you a quick peck on the lips, moving down to your jawline. Spending a little time onto your neck where he licked and sucked on your favourite spot, he knew you well and it made your thighs clench together at the bolt of electricity that it sent flying downward.

He began to kiss lower until he stopped at your breasts, massaging your nipples with his tongue as he slowly let them harden whilst circling around them one by one. Your whimpers only egged him on.

Kissing down to your stomach, he then rested in-between your thighs and kissed the inner part of them. Your whimpers became louder and more apparent. "Joe, please." He was interrupted by your need to beg; he knew by kissing your body for a while before would get you ready for where he needed to end up. "What do you want, love?" You were putty in his hands by this point, you made an inaudible sound and he let you off this one time because you weren't in the greatest of states. "This?" He licked a stripe straight between your folds and onto your core. You reached down to move your fingers into his hair, slightly gripping and slightly pulling letting him know exactly this is what you wanted, without words.

Opening your thighs further and shoving his tongue right to your clit, he began to rub circles and flicker over it, massaging softly, barely touching it. Your moans were electrifying to him, they were a sound which sent his mind and body soaring. Joe progressively got faster, and it had got you writhing under his touch. He moved down to tongue fuck your hole and removed one of his hands from your thighs, bringing two of his fingers to press down onto your now swollen clit to rub harshly. You were almost there, your stomach starting to gain that wonderful sensation when he stopped. No not now. He lent back up to you to kiss you, hard. Rubbing his hard erection through his clothing onto your thigh he brought his hand back down to your pussy and inserted two fingers without warning. He started to finger fuck you fast, making you arch your back; you could taste yourself on him. Not being able to breathe for obvious reasons, you pushed his chest, so he stopped kissing you, but he didn't give any hints of stopping of what he was doing down below, no he added a third finger which made you cry out. You were holding on by a thread now. His fingers curved up to hit your g-spot whilst he pressed his forehead to yours looking right down into your eyes. "Cum all over my fingers, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

You were done for, the words he spoke finished you. If there was one thing about Joe, his communication was the sexiest thing you'd ever known. You leaked all over his fingers and a loud moan fell out of your mouth followed by his name several times. He removed his fingers and tasted them. "God I'll never get tired of that." He hummed soundly whilst you looked down to see his hard dick bulging through. "Don't worry about me love, that was all about you."

You sat up and got a couple of meds from the box, popped them into your mouth and took a sip of your juice. "That was, amazing." He then laid sat up beside you, patted down to his chest and took you back into his arms. He knew you weren't going to be cured, but he knew all of this would help you to relax. He lent his free arm up to grab your chocolate from the tray, opened it and fed you a piece. "How's my beautiful patient feeling?" you sighed in contentment more than anything.

"Surprisingly, good. Thanks to my handsome Doctor, I just hope you don't get sick."

"Don't worry about me, baby." He smiled down at you.

"If you do, I'll just have to nurse you back to full health, won't I?"

"Oh, holy shit, I'm sick all of sudden." You cackled as you sniffled your full nose. If you made it half as good for him how he did for you, he'd pretend just to get the same treatment.

[lillywillow]

Gone But Not Forgotten

Summary: Bucky struggles with the loss of a furry friend. He finds somewhere he can go to cope with his sorrows where he meets others going through the same thing.

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1383

 Square Filled: K4- Support Group

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader  

 Warnings: Loss of a pet, some angst

 When Bucky moved into his place, he made friends with a neighbour who had an old cat. The neighbour explained that their children had gotten the cat when he was just a kitten and now they were all grown up and nobody wanted him and the poor thing hardly got any attention. The neighbour was also too busy to take care of the tabby so Bucky started feeding him. That was how Bucky ended up taking in old Tiger. The cat lived with Bucky for many years until finally at aged 21, Tiger crossed over the rainbow bridge. He was napping peacefully in the sun when he went. When Bucky informed the neighbour of Tiger’s passing, they were sad but it was nowhere near the crushing blow he felt. In the few short years Bucky had known Tiger, well, he just felt like the cat was his own. Tiger would sit on Bucky’s lap and purr as he would watch tv. Bucky also made sure he was well taken care of, eating the right diet, brushing his fur when it became matted and keeping him out of the extreme weather. Bucky handled the cat’s burial himself. The neighbour was grateful Tiger had someone so kind and caring when they could no longer care for him. Bucky made Tiger’s final years comfortable.

…

 Tiger’s loss was really hitting Bucky hard. He had seen many losses over the years and with how slow and weak the cat had been getting lately, he’d been expecting it but it was still a shock. He was just glad it had been a peaceful passing. Bucky was out on a walk when he passed a bulletin board. One note in particular caught his eye.

 ‘Are you mourning the loss of a treasured companion? Come see us. We’ll handle your grief with care because we understand that while your pet may be small, your loss is great.’

 While Tiger may not have officially been Bucky’s pet, he still felt like he was so it couldn’t hurt to go, right?

…

 The vet had recommended coming to this place. You had just come from there after having to make the unenviable decision of having to put down your dog. He had been bitten by a tick in a hidden place which meant you didn’t catch it in time.  The poor thing was in agony and while the vet could prolong his life, it wouldn’t have been a very good outcome. After it was over and you had made arrangements for his remains, you came here. You had just moved to town so all your family were back home and you hadn’t made that many friends yet. There was no one close to comfort you. You just felt numb as you took an empty seat. It all had happened so fast, you barely had time to process it. After a while, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see someone offering you a sad, kind smile. That’s when the dam broke and all those emotions you had been holding back overflowed and you burst into tears. Before you knew it, someone was hugging you, someone else brought over a box of tissues.

 “I… I’m sorry f-for making a scene,” you sobbed. “I j-just h-ad to put… to put…”

 You shook as a new wave of tears washed over you.

 “It’s alright. That’s why we’re here,” one of the people reassured you.

 “Did Dr. Ben send you?” one of the others asked.

 You nodded, clinging onto the person hugging you in a need to feel something warm and solid.

 “He’s really good, isn’t he? He recommended this place when I had to put down my Mitsy… It’s been a week now but I still miss her very much. Take all the time you need,” the woman gently explained.

 You continued holding onto the stranger until your sobbing had subsided, feeling embarrassed when you saw the dark patch on his shirt you had made with your tears.

 “I’m so sorry,” you apologised.

 “It’s okay. I’m sorry about your loss,” he replied.

 You blew your nose and cleaned up your face a little as the man got you a cup of water and a snack.

 “Thank you,” you sniffled.

 “You’re welcome. I’m Bucky, by the way.”

 You introduced yourself as you sipped the water.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky asked.

 “I just… it all happened so quickly. He seemed fine last night but this morning he couldn’t move his back legs and he was whimpering in pain… The vet gave me all my options but I… I had to do what was best for Bob…”

 “Bob?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

 You smiled a little. People always questioned the human sounding name.

 “My boy Bob. Robert if he was naughty…”

 You told Bucky all about Bob, the years you spent together, colourful anecdotes and showed him pictures. He smiled warmly and listened to your every word.

 “What about you, Bucky? What brings you here?” you asked after a while.

 “A few years ago, my neighbour gave up their cat. I guess he technically adopted me as his human but I took care of him for a couple of years… Yesterday Tiger was napping in his usual spot and he… he didn’t wake up…”

 There was a deep sorrow behind his steel blue eyes. You gently held his hand.

 “I’m so sorry…”

 “You know, I just question if I even have a right to be here. Tiger technically wasn’t my cat…”

 “But he was. You gave him a loving home and he would have felt at peace with you…” you guaranteed him.

 “I guess you’re right…”

 You continued chatting with Bucky until you had to pack up for the next group to come in. The both of you exchanged numbers, knowing how hard it was to go back to an empty house.

…

 Over the next week, you went to the pet grief support group every day. You listened to people share their stories of their beloved pets and sometimes cried with them. Bucky was also there to offer his support too. By the end of the week, Bucky asked you out to lunch which you accepted. At first you talked about the animals you lost but as time went past, you discussed other things. Bucky admired your kind heart and you enjoyed his company. It wasn’t long before the pair of you started dating.

…

 One afternoon, you were taking a walk in the park when Bucky spotted something small and white hiding under a bush. Getting down on his knees, he saw a tiny kitten. It let out the smallest, most pathetic mew and hissed at him when he tried to grab it. It had to be the cutest thing Bucky ever saw.

 “It’s okay, baby. We’ll keep you safe,” he cooed, bringing it to his chest and cradling it in his arms. “Poor thing. She’s trembling…”

 “We should take her to Dr. Ben,” you suggested.

 Bucky nodded and the pair of you headed to the vet.

…

 After the vet had given the kitten the all clear, Bucky decided to officially adopt little Alpine. He still missed Tiger and you missed Bob but the tiny feline was doing her very best to fill that void. When you both came to the support group, all you were looking for was solace, never intending to find love. There may come a time when you would have to say goodbye to Alpine but while you both had her, you were going to love her as much as possible until then. Animals can bring out the very best in people, even if it’s not always in the ways we think. If it wasn’t for Bob and Tiger, you and Bucky may never have met. Your meeting may have not been a happy one but the grief support group brought the two of you together.

[snzyflowrr]

I’ve made some OCs!!! i feel like i never see many wlw stuff on snzblr, so i did it myself. Let me know if you want me to make a post specifically about the two if them and their personalities and such.

CW: mess and sneezes

The morning sunlight streamed through their open window. Molly’s eyes fluttered open, and she inhaled deeply. She rolled over feeling warm and calm after a restful night. By her side was her girlfriend Emilia. Laying on her back, arms spread out around her, dark brown hair splayed on the bed. 

Both girls were in their bras and pajama shorts because of the sweltering July heat wave. Molly sat up, straddling Emilia and pressing gentle kisses to her sun-tanned skin. Molly went to kiss behind her ear when she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to sneeze. 

Molly gasped in anticipation and pinched her fingers over her nose in an attempt not to wake her sleeping girlfriend.

“Hih-gnxxtt!” She smothered between her fingers.

But it was too late, “Good morning, love,” Emilia sighed.

“Sorry I d-didn't me-mean to wake you like that,” Molly tried to hold back, but the itch was now burning in her nose. 

“S’all right,” Emilia shrugged, running her hands over Molly’s thighs. “What do you fancy for breakfast?”

“I huh… I huh… h-hold on I’m going to sne-sneeze- HIh-tcchhmp! Hih- Tchchmpt!! Tchhgnnt- guhh!” 

Molly spluttered three quick sneezes into her wrist.

“Bless you,” Emilia said when the spurt was finished.

“Th-thank… HIH-GTchchhnnt!!, ugh thank you,” Molly soughed. 

“Bless you,” Emilia said more passionately this time. 

“Fuck my nose itches,” Molly complained and scrubbed the heel of her palm against her nose to try and get relief from the persistent tickling. 

The irritant in Molly’s nose grew itchier, burning her nose. Molly could feel the snot building in her sinuses knowing that it was only a matter of time before it came spilling out. She put her finger under her nose to try and hold back the sneeze. But with every hitching inhale, it became clear that she could not control it.

“I'm… g-going t-to… I’m go-going to snee-huh- sneeze again… HIH-CHhhmptt!! HIH-Tshxxgnt!! Hump-Gnxxtchhh!! HIH- GNXXGTCHH!!! HIH- TXXHCH-Hnnkkk!”

Molly couldn’t hold it in anymore, double over Emilia’s body, rapid sneezes wracking her. She tried in vain to stifle the sneezes; in hopes to keep the mess at bay. This action only brought more to the front. Each sneeze was wetter than before and after the last sneeze exploded from her, she had a trail of snot running down her face.

“Sorry,” Molly said meekly.

“Here,” Emilia said, handing Molly a tissue.

“Guhh, thank you,” Molly said gratefully.

“Good to get all the morning congestion out, eh?” Emilia joked.

“You're not funny,” Molly said, mopping up the mess on her bottom lip.

She then blew her nose with a damp squelching noise from congestion. This proved to be a mistake. The allergen in Molly’s nose was stirred by the blowing; the tickle was back in full force. 

“Oh god… not again,” Molly moaned before being subject to five consecutive wet sneezes. 

“Bless you, love,” Emilia chimed sympathetically.

Molly had completely drenched her tissue, making it useless. But she could feel another spurt of sneezes coming on, “I… I n-need a huh… huh…” Molly’s breath hitched wildly as she tried to stop the onslaught of sneezes. “I need a-another t-t-tissue,”

Emilia pressed a fresh tissue to Molly’s nose, and as if on cue, she gave in to the volley of desperate sneezes.

“HIH-GNNXXCHH! HIH- TCHXXXMPT! HIH-TCHNNXXMNT!! HIh- GNXXGHTEWW!! HIH- ITCHCHXXNGTEWW!!!”

“Bless you, bless you!” Emilia said, rubbing Molly’s arms to soothe her. 

Molly desperately shoved the tissue to her nose trying to catch the snot that was dribbling out after each exhausting sneeze. Her voluminous breast bounced with each burst, spilling out of her bra. 

Molly quickly doused her second tissue and reached for another just in time for another bout of sneezing. 

Each fit grew in intensity as her nose tried to rid itself of this irritant. Expelling a mass amount of snot, doubling Molly over in the process, her boobs vibrating as explosive sneeze after explosive sneeze took hold of her.

“I c-can’t s-s-stop… HIH-TXXCHHNTT! HIH-TCHHHUNCHH!! I can’t s-stop… heh… huH… HIH- GNNTCHH-GUUHH!!! I can’t stop sneezing-TCHHHEWW!!”

“bless you, poor thing!” Emilia said, feeling useless in this situation. She wanted to help Molly but she knew there wasn’t anything to do but wait for it to end. Molly’s bangs fell into her eyes after each violent sneeze so Emilia took it upon herself to push them back into place after each fit. 

Throwing her seventh drenched tissue on the bed Molly reached down to grab another to find the box empty. 

“Oh god… huh… guuh we’re o-out if tiss-tissues.” Molly gasped. “They’re too m-messy I… I c-can’t con-control them.”

“It’s alright, you're okay,” Emilia tried to reassure her but she could see the beginning of another fit developing. 

“It t-tick-tickles so bad,” Molly gasped for breath. “So… itch-itchy… I can’t st-stop sn-sn-sneezing.” 

Molly was hitching trying to fight the sneezes. Her breasts bobbed uncontrollably with frantic heaving breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Oh, g-god I-it’s st-starting…” Molly pinched her nose to try and rid the tickle, but her thunderous breaths revealed that they would be no use. “I c-c-can’t hold it… guhh… it’s c-coming… HIH-NXXXXTSHHH! HiH-GNNXXXCHHH!! HUH… HUUH… HIIIH! … HIIH-TSHXXXCHUMMP!! HEH… HEH…EHH… HIIH-TCHXXXCHHTT-GNNXXXT!!” 

Molly had her fingers pinched firmly on her nose. Shuddering as her body cried to feel relief. Hitching and moaning in anticipation, Molly gasped for breath. “It… HUUH… it won’t ssstop…. HIIH… I can’t… HIIH!… can’t stifle anymore … GUUHH… UHH…GUUH”

Molly grabbed her enormous breasts as they continued to bounce without restraint. Tilting her head back as anguished never-ending hitches took hold.

“It’s going to b-be s-s-so HEH… HUH… mu-mu-messy… HIIH HEH HEH HEH… HIIH-ITCHSSHHHMMPT! HIH-TCHCHHMMPTT! HUMP-TXCHH-TNXXCHHH-TCCHHSSHEW-TCHHHEWW!”

Molly’s sneezes tumbled out of her, unrestrained and instantaneous. Leaning forwards into her chest soaking her boobs with messy sneezes that wouldn’t stop. The fit continued as Molly’s body convulsed into her jerking breasts. Each torturous sneeze was followed by a breathless moan, mess dripping from her nose creating a pool on her breast.

When the fit subsided; Molly was left messy, moaning, breathless, and exhausted. Her chest is still rising and falling from exertion. 

Molly scrubbed her hand under her nose leaving a trail of snot on her hand.

“Bless you!” Emilia said. 

“I really need a tissue,” Molly said, looking down at her boobs and hands covered in congestion.

“That’s my fault I should always have an extra box for you,” Emilia said, running her hands through Molly’s hair.

“I hate hay fever,” Molly moaned.

“I’m sorry love, I hate seeing you like this,” Emilia cupped Molly’s head in her hands. “Let’s clean you up, yeah?”

[kpopsickiess]

This was based on the video of Seungcheol sneezing. (A huge thank you for @softiejacobbaeee for allowing me to bounce ideas off of you.)

Sickie: Scoups

Caretaker: seventeen

Seungcheol p.o.v

There were seven full boxes of costumes, and everyone was searching through the piles of objects looking for their perfect item. There was a typically chaotic vibe, and I was trying to hurry them, "guys, we're supposed to go live in 9 minutes! Let's try and hurry" I glanced at my watch, and startled when there was an object dropped on my head. "I found this hat, you should wear it" Seungkwan said, adjusting the large hat. I glanced in one of the large practice mirrors and nodded, "looks great" I adjusted it, before the 13 of us sat down. "You guys ready to start" our manager asked, once we had fully settled. I looked around, seeing that everyone was.either nodding are giving some form of affirmative response. "Ready!" I said giving a thumbs up.Right before the camera started rolling I noticed that there was a small tickly feeling in the back of my nose. I rubbed at it with the back of my hand roughly hoping to get rid of it before the live started. But, with no such luck, the live started and I still had the feeling in my nose. I tried to ignore it for as long as physically possible. Every once in a while rubbing at my nose to tame the itch as much as I possibly could. At some point the tickly feeling became the main focus of my mind as I had to almost physically force myself from sneezing. I kept sniffling and rubbing my nose.

Joshua p.o.v

During the whole vlive I kept hearing sniffling coming from next to me. I glanced over at me, and was shocked to see that it had been Seungcheol. I was shocked, the oldest was very rarely sniffly. And being next to him, I could see that there was a pinkish tinge around his nose and eyes. I was busy laughing at something Seungkwan had said, when I heard a soft gasp from Seungcheol, I glanced over and saw the older had clasped his hand over his mouth. "HHEETSHSU- HHEETCHU" the oldest jumped up, keeping his hand half covering his face.

Seungcheol p.o.v

It became quite irritating, and no matter how much I scrubbed at my itchy nose, it just didn't stop tickling. It eventually got to he point where I knew I needed to sneeze. I clasped my hand over my mouth and nose and finally sneezed, but even that wasn't enough, and then doubled over with another harsh, and slightly painful sneeze. Even after that, there still the strong tickly feeling, I stood up quickly and left the screen, desperately needing to blow my nose. Praying that it would at least lessen the itch. I looked around behind the camera, not able to find any tissues, when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw Wonwoo holding a handful of tissues out to me. I thanked the younger, he nodded smiling.

Before moving to sit back down. I didn't want to fully blow my nose because the camera was still going. After I softly blew my nose, the itch, that had still been somewhat present, seemed to fully activate again. "HHHSSTCHU" Joshua looked over at me. 'could they hear that?' I mouthed, pointing at the camera. He nodded. I huffed, which caused the tickle to come back. I didn't want to sneeze again, so I pinched my nose and scrubbed at it so hard that it hurt. But it did keep me from sneezing again. I quickly moved to sit back down. Not missing the concerned looks from multiple different members. The vlive continued without incident, unless you count the fairly consistent itchy feeling in my nose.

Once the camera was finally off, I stood up and went straight over to the tissue box our manager had set on a table. I took a couple out and blew my nose. Which caused my nose to tickle even more. "HHHSTCHUU- TTCHUSHYU- HHT-CHUH- HTCHUYU–" A combined "Bless you hyung" came front he other twelve members. I thanked them, and rubbed at my eyes, which had grown quite itchy. "Hyung are you okay?" Sooyoing asked, his face mirrored the concern that was on nearly everyone's face. "I'm alright" I sniffled, and took another tissue out and swiped under my nose, which was now running badly. "Hyung, is your rhinitis acting up?" Chan asked, which I could understand why they wondered. I don't often get sneezy, infact I rarely sneeze, unless my rhinitis has been triggered. I couldn't even think of what it could be, so I shrugged. "I think I'm just a bit sneezy, sometimes people just sneeze" "Yeah, sometimes, but not you. You like never sneeze…. Like ever" Mingyu said, the others nodded in agreement. I went to argue, but instead I snapped forward with a harsh fit of sneezes. Each one felt itchy and painful.

Wonwoo p.o.v

I cringed as Seungcheol hyung repeatedly sneezed, each one sounded quite painful. But as he did so, the hat he had been wearing during the vlive had fallen off. And I noticed a cloud of dust flew off of it as it did so. This seemed to trigger a couple more sneezes from the leader, along with two quick sneezes from Mingyu, which confirmed my theory. Both of them were sensitive to dust, but it set off Seungcheol more than anything else, and seriously triggered his rhinitis. "Hyung, I think your allergies might be acting up" he stubbornly shook his head, while rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm just a bit sneezy today"

"Hyung… you can't argue with logic" I picked up the hat from the ground, the oldest had barely even noticed it fall. I brushed the back of my hand over the hat, and there was no missing the cloud of dust that blew off of it. "HHTCHU- HHH-HITCHU-HHRHTCH-H HHTCHHU- HHITCHHI-IKXTCHU"

"Bless you" Vernon and Mingyu cringed in sympathy as the oldest member miserably blew his nose and sniffled wetly. "Still insisting nothing is wrong?" Joshua asked, walking over to the leader and gently patting his shoulder. Seungcheol sighed in defeat, "at least it explains why nose was itching the entire vlive"

"Why don't we head back to the dorm and you can shower and take some allergy medicine, it'll help" Jeonghan suggested, going over and putting his arm around the leader's shoulders. Seungcheol nodded, "please, my nose is so itchy and my eyes are burning so b-hh-HhCHuU- HHTChHU- *sniffle* bad." The leader was so preoccupied with his nose, that he didn't notice the sympathetic and concerned looks from his donsaengs. It only took a simple 'let's go hyung' for Seungcheol to leave, but not before he tucked the box of tissues under his arm.

Seungcheol p.o.v

Once we returned to the dorm I was ushered towards the bathroom with clear instructions to shower. Once I had finished I was met in the hallway by Jeonghan, a glass of water and an allergy pill in his hands. I swallowed it down, and rubbed my eyes, which no longer felt like someone had injected them with poison ivy, but still stung. "I'm going to sleep, all this sneezing is tiring and my eyes feel dry and heavy" Jeonghan nodded, and ruffled my hair, "sleep well Cheol"

[sneezyminniejo]

Hi!! I love your fics so much, I update every day hoping to see a new one hehe. I want to ask you for a fic where Felix from Stray Kids got a cold and he is in a mess of tears, snot (maybe a lot of snz?), etc. and is embarrassed by his appearance, and the members (mostly chan) prove to him that he is beautiful in any form. oh and sorry for the mistakes, english is not my native language

Here it is, hope you enjoy

Happy or Sneezy

Felix knew that he was sick when he had gone to sleep the previous night. He had had a sore throat the majority of the day and congestion had settled into his sinuses by the time night fell. He knows that the general progression of his colds are sore throat, followed by congestion, followed by a lot of coughing. So he planned accordingly with a box of tissues and lots of tea and cough drops.

When Felix had woken up, his nose was completely clogged, which didn’t surprise him. What did surprise him was the burning he was feeling in his nose. He brought his hand up to his nose and rubbed at the appendage.

"Heh-sdzzshhh, hih-stieshhh." Felix cringed at the spray that landed on his hand and the snot that was now dripping from his nose. He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose rather productively and noticed that there was still a lingering itch. The Aussie sighed as he got up to get ready for the day. Only the change in posture caused the mucus in his sinuses to shift, and Felix found himself grabbing more tissues as his nose became a faucet.

Getting dressed was far more difficult than it needed to be. His nose had quickly gone into the state of being extremely runny yet at the same time so clogged you couldn’t blow it. The congestion also caused his eyes to start watering. Basically, Felix was a mess and it wasn’t even ten o’clock. He quickly decided that he was going to wear a mask outside his room so that he wouldn’t be snotting everywhere. Felix left his room to go get breakfast and he stopped just short of the dining room.

“HEH-SHDZZZSHHH, HIH-STSCHHHH, HEH-STIESHHHH!” He groaned at the wetness he felt in the mask and used the now useless mask to blow his nose as he removed it. He then went back to his room to grab a new mask. When Felix returned to the dining room, he huffed in frustration as he sat down.

“Are you okay hyung, those sneezes didn’t sound good?” Jeongin said this as he placed his hand on his hyung’s forehead  to check for a fever.

“Woke up with a cold. Don’t feel great. But I’m fine.” Felix’ voice was rather thick with congestion, showing just how ineffective blowing his nose was. Minho and Seungmin came in with breakfast and sat down at the table as well.

“Last night Chan-hyung texted me the times of our interviews today. It looks like management decided to add another interview since they’re all zoom calls. We’re interviewing with Cosmopolitan, iheartradio, SiriusXM, Zach Sang, and Elle Korea.” Felix felt his eyes widened, as he had completely forgotten that the day was going to be full of interviews instead of lessons at the company building.

Felix hadn’t even taken his mask off to eat yet. He grabbed the plate that was full of food and stood up. “I’m not doing the interviews today.” He then turned around and went back to his room.

“That was weird.” Seungmin said, staring in the direction of their bed rooms with a concerned look on his face.

“You heard those sneezes Min. He probably just doesn’t feel good. We can talk to Chan about him having a sick day.” Minho responded. Jeongin shook his head at that.

“Hyung, he told me that he doesn’t feel great, but that he’s fine. I’m pretty sure he was planning on attending schedules today, so it’s probably related to the interviews.” Silence fell over the trio as they ate, the subject temporarily dropped.

“I’m going to talk to him.” Minho said as he stood up. Seungmin and Jeongin started to clean up the dishes.

“Yongbokkie, why don’t you want to do the interview?” Minho asked through Felix’ closed door. The first response the dance got was a series of very congested sneezing followed by an attempted nose blow.

“I’m all snotty and gross. I refuse to appear on camera like this.”

“Felix, why not just wear a mask?”

“It’s not going to be helpful if I have to repeatedly remove it to blow my nose.” Minho sighed as it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to talk Felix into attending the interviews. He called Chan to get the younger Aussie the day off.

Chan was actually sleeping for once when he was startled awake by his phone ringing. It took a minute for the leader to fully register what had woken him up, then a couple of seconds to locate his phone.

"Hello," Chan tiredly said.

"Hyung, Felix is sick and doesn't want to do the interviews because of his current appearance. Anyway, he's currently locked himself in his room." Minho hung up before Chan could properly respond, leaving the leader to confusedly stare at his phone for a moment before his brain started working. He got up and made his way to the other dorm, sleepily greeting his dorm mates on the way out.

Chan was at the other dorm within a couple of minutes. After hastily greeting Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin, Chan made his way to Felix’ room.

"Lix, Minho tells me you're sick. What are your symptoms?" Chan was initially met with silence. After a moment of no answer, he tested the door knob and found that it wasn’t actually locked. He entered the room and immediately became concerned when he heard sniffling.

To Chan the sniffling sounded more like crying sniffles than sick sniffles, so the leader instantly became a bit concerned about the other Aussie. Chan quickly went over to his dongsaeng to comfort him.

“Felix, you don’t need to be upset about being sick.” Chan went to place his hand on the younger’s back, but Felix seemingly flinched away before he was able to do so.

“HEH-ZDTSHHH, HIH-STISHHHH, HEH-STZDSHHHH” Chan cringed a little at just how wet the sneezes sounded. He then watched as Felix grabbed some tissues and very productively blew his nose.

“So, aside from those awful sneezes, what are your symptoms?” Chan sat down next to Felix and felt his forehead, not feeling any unusual warmth.

“My throat hurts and I’m extremely congested. Also my nose won’t stop running.” Felix grabbed several tissues to blow his nose with, but seeing as he was so congested, all he managed to do was absorb the mucus that was laying on his philtrum and whatever was presently directly inside his nostrils.

“Lix, you know that the managers aren’t likely to give you the day off just because of a cold right?” Chan felt for the younger, but he was also well acquainted with the company’s sick policies. Unless he had a fever, was experiencing abdominal issues, or was otherwise sidelined by a doctor, everyone was expected to attend their schedules.

“I know that hyung, but today’s schedule is all zoom interviews. I’m all snotty and gross. No one is going to want to see me on camera. If we were j-just spending the d-day at the company, it would b-be different. HEH-SDZSHHHH, HIH-SDZSHIIEWW!” As if to prove a point on being snotty and gross, there was a visible strand of mucus going down past Felix’ chin as he hadn’t quite managed to cover. He quickly grabbed another couple of tissues to clean himself up.

“Lix, I assure you that you’re not as gross as you think you are. You can take some medicine that will hopefully lessen your symptoms at least a little bit. And you can wear a mask during the interviews so that no one can see your dripping nose.” Felix pouted a little at Chan’s words, but agreed to take some medicine.

Unfortunately, the medicine hadn’t helped much, at all. At most it relieved a small amount of the congestion. However, his nose was still dripping like a leaky faucet and blowing his nose still wasn’t helping. Seeing as Chan was correct in that management wasn’t going to give him a day off for a minor cold, Felix put a mask on and reluctantly got into the car.

Not even five minutes into the car ride to the company building, it became very apparent to Felix that his nose was far too runny for a mask to be useful. There was a visible wet spot on the outside of his mask where the mucus had soaked through. Felix took off his soiled mask and replaced it with a couple of tissues, which he knew would wind up soiled in a few minutes as well. He decided that even though he was being made to go to the company building, he wasn’t going to attend the interviews.

As soon as the group was parked in front of the building, Felix made a mad dash for the bathroom. Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Chan didn’t look too surprised by this, as they already knew he didn’t want to be in front of a camera in his current state. However, Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin had no idea what was going on and they were all a bit concerned. The three members who didn’t know exactly what was going on chased after him before Chan or one of the others could take charge. Ultimately the others also followed the group.

Felix had gone into the very first stall of the bathroom and locked the door. He was adamant about not coming out. They all got to the bathroom at roughly the same time, and Felix was in the midst of a sneezing fit. Chan, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin were completely unbothered by how wet the fit sounded because they had been listening to Felix all morning. Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung on the other hand were visibly cringing at the sound.

“Felix, I already told you that you won’t be able to get the day off today. You have to go to the interviews.”

“I’m snotty and gross, and I’m not going on camera like this.” Felix said for the third time that day.

“Lix, I already told you, Stay is not going to care if you’re snotty and gross. The last thing they want is us freaking out about our appearances. They love your freckles, and they’re definitely not going to mind some temporary issue. If you’re a bit sneezy during-” Chan was abruptly cut off by Jisung

“Sneezy! That’s it! All of these interviews are going to be aired on Halloween right?” Jisung waited for confirmation from Chan before continuing.

“We just wear costumes. Specifically Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.” Felix opened up the stall door and blankly stared at Jisung.

“Yeah, Chan hyung can be Doc, Minho hyung Bashful, Changbin hyung Grumpy, Seungmin Happy, Jeongin Sleepy, I’ll be Dopey, you’ll be Sneezy, and Hyunjin will be Snow White.” It suddenly got very loud once JIsung finished explaining. However Felix was full on laughing at this.

“As much as that idea is stupid, it’s also hilarious. I’ll do the interview if everyone agrees to this.” Felix said before grabbing some toilet paper to blow his nose.

The others were quick to agree and Chan texted their manager telling him the slight change in plans. Thankfully, the company had the costumes on hand for themed dance practice videos, so it was just getting them out of storage.

All eight of them looked rather ridiculous in their outfits and makeup. Their first interview was with the Zach Sang show, and The group’s outfit was the first thing he talked about. The group introduced themselves as the character they were dressed as.

“Felix, since you’re known as the sunshine of the group, why aren’t you Happy?” Zach asked.

“It’s fairly simple Zach. I cau-STZSHHHH, HEH-SDZSHHHHIESHH. Sorry. I caught a bit of a cold, and with how sneezy I am it was decided I should be Sneezy.” Zach blessed him and wished him well before moving on to the other members and asking them why they were their character. He then moved on with the interview.

The other interview went a little bit similarly as the interviewer wasn’t expecting them to be dressed up. Otherwise the interviews went rather smoothly. By the time the last interview was over, Felix was feeling quite exhausted. Chanbin was practically supporting all his weight as they walked to the van.

“Chan hyung,” Felix mumbled in his half asleep state once he was in the van.

“What is it, Pixie?” The leader asked.

“Thanks for the pep talks, I don’t think I’d have gone along with Sungie’s plan without your reminders.” Felix said with a yawn

“No problem Lix.” Chan said before turning to his phone to review the following day’s schedule. Within minutes, Felix could be heard softly snoring through the van and the rest of the members agreed to be quiet so that Felix could get some rest.

[bcdwhcre]

could you make a picture of Levi or Eren, where he is sick and y/n takes care of him? love your imagines ❤️

“Sick Days,” Eren & Levi Headcanon

The only gif of Levi and Eren I could find. Its fitting ;)

Summary: Levi and Eren’s s/o taking care of them when they’re sick

Warnings: none none

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Levi:

It had shocked you to see when Levi had gotten sick, he’s usually the healthiest between the both of you plus he made sure everything was always clean and spotless. He would always go overboard to make sure anything wasn’t even slightly dirty, he was beyond picky.

Definitely a germ freak. Hated anything dirty or germ related.

But the day he suddenly caught a bad case of the cold, you were quick to force him to stay in bed and take a few days off until he was better.

It led to him bickering with you, him refusing to stay in bed and do nothing. He hated to lay around when there was work to be done but you argued with him until he finally gave in.

You had walked into the bedroom, holding a tray with a variety of things laid up on top of it. You seen him cuddled underneath the blankets like baby, his tired eyes moving to look at you when you walked into the room.

“You feeling okay?” You quietly asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over to caress his cheek.

“Eh.. but get any closer and you’ll end up getting sick too.”

“I don’t care about that, I care about you getting better.” You rolled your eyes, moving the blankets and gesturing him to sit up.

“I got you soup and tea, just how you like it.” You moved the pillows up against the headboard for him to lean back on comfortably, his eyes looking at you and he gave you a small smile.

When you had handed over the steaming hot bowl of soup, you had sat beside him and ate a simple sandwich, glancing over at him from time to time. You could tell how frustrated he was with being sick, his nose too stuffy to even breathe and the lingering sore throat that made him want to cough every few seconds.

Now you can see why he’s such a germ freak, he turns into a angry child when he’s sick. You laughed under your breath at the thought, leaning forward to grab his cup of tea and hand it over to him.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice was low yet very groggy, you could barely tell it was his own voice.

“Nothing nothing, you just act like a big baby when you’re sick.” He grunted at your response, giving you a cold stare and another laughed slipped out.

“Whatever, maybe you should get sick then.” He said with amusement, your head automatically shaking as he stared at you.

“No thank you, Captain. This one is all you.” You had put all the dishes back on the tray, grabbing the medicine you had brought and handed it over to him.

He let out a baby like whine, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the medicine, already wanting to gag without even tasting it yet. You scoffed at him, opening up the bottle and poured the liquid into the small cup and held it out for him.

“I don’t want to take that.” He groaned, crossing his arms over his chest and you raised your eyebrows at the little fit he was throwing.

“Levi, you’re not five. Take the damn medicine.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and forced him to grab onto the small cup.

“But this medicine is so disgusting.”

“I don’t care, take it before I force it down your throat.” His eyes went wide at your response, mumbling curse words under his breath as he stared at the liquid.

He scrunched up his face, not wanting to even have a tiny taste of it on his tongue but the look on your face was a bit more scarier than having to take this medicine so he quickly chugged it down, almost gagging at the taste and reached over for a cup of water to take afterwards.

You held back a laugh at how dramatic he was, setting everything to the side and lifted up the blankets for him to lay back down. You tucked the blankets around him, brushing the small strands of his hair off his forehead.

“I hate you for that.” He said dramatically, making you gently pinch his cheek on purpose and smiled.

“Quit being a baby, taking the medicine will make you better faster.”

“So? It’s nasty, I rather stay sick than take that.”

“Okay, big baby.” You responded, standing up straight and you felt his hand wrap around your wrist gently.

“Stay in bed with me, please.” He said, making your heart swell up and you simply nodded.

You had climbed into bed beside him, hearing him cough made you cringe but when he moved himself over to cuddle into you like the baby he is, his head on your chest and his arms secured around your waist, it had made your heart flutter.

You didn’t really mind him being this close, you didn’t really care if you would get sick, as long as you made him feel better- that’s all that mattered to you. Your fingertips had traced shapes on his back before moving up to massage his scalp, instantly making him fall asleep on top of you.

Soft snores had left his parted lips, his arms still tightly around you and you glanced down at his sleeping state. You continued to brush your fingers through his hair, trying to lay completely still because you were afraid of waking him, he needed the sleep.

Even though he was sick, you thought it was cute of him to be extra clingy and dramatic, it was definitely an experience to deal with him and try to take care of him without him throwing any fits.

You planted a kiss at the top of his head, making sure the blankets were pulled up enough to cover him up and your eyes had stayed on him, making sure he was sleeping peacefully.

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Eren:

(Adult Eren hereee)

Eren was an idiot at times, at one point he was fully convinced that being a titan meant he was almsot untouchable and he could heal from pretty much anything.

That is until he got sick.

He stayed out training one day while it poured down with rain, making him completely soaked and cold but he continued until he felt like he was done with training.

The next day, he woke up almost coughing up a lung which woke you up. You rolled over in the bed, shooting him a tired yet dirty look at how badly he was coughing and blowing into a tissue.

His bright eyes had moved over to look at you, his nose red and the guilt written across his face when he noticed he woke you up.

“I told you that you were going to get sick from being out there last night.” You scoffed under your breath, ripping the blankets off of your body and stood up.

“I don’t need a lecture, Y/N.” He mumbled, wiping his nose and you looked over at him.

“You’re a pain sometimes. If you listened to me, you wouldn’t be in so many shit situations, babe.” You teased him, moving down to ruffle up his already messy hair.

He groaned, trying to slap your hand away from his head and you grabbed a hold of his chin to look up at you. You could tell how tired he was, his lips parted open as he stared up at you, a small smirk coming across his lips.

“Are you going to take care of me, hm?” He asked, making you roll your eyes playfully and let go of his chin.

“Why should I? You never listen to me anyways.” You teased, making him place a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“Oh c’mon, you know how great you’ll look in a Nurse outfit taking care of me.” He fake pouted, giving you a puppy eyed look and you stared at him.

“Definitely not wearing a Nurse outfit for you.”

“Why not?” He whined, his large hands reaching up to grab onto your hands and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Just shut up, you should be worried about getting better and resting.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed loudly at your response.

You smiled down at him, moving your hands away and stood up straight. You had fixed his shirt that you were wearing and turned around to go towards the kitchen in the small house you owned not too far from the scouts main base.

Eren had stayed in bed, pouting and having his arms crossed over his chest while you made some tea and a small breakfast. While everything was cooking, Eren had walked out of the bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket as he huddled towards the couch.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Because I missed you.” He said sweetly, making you shoot him a amused look as he cuddled up on the couch, his eyes looking over at you in the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but grow soft at how cute he looked on the couch with the blankets wrapped around him, it was even wrapped around his head.

After everything was done, you set it all on the coffee table in front of him and sat beside him as he blew into another tissue, making you cringe at the noise.

“Take medicine first, please.” You handed over the medicine and he surprisingly took it with no issue, you were convinced he would throw a fit over it.

But when he took it, obviously this being his first time trying it, his face completely scrunched up and he looked as if he was going to spit it out but realized he couldn’t. He forced himself to swallow, almsot gasping for air and coughing.

“So dramatic.” You mumble, shaking your head as he reached over for the cup of hot tea and took some sips.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He coughed again, taking a few more sips and gave you a dirty look like you were at fault for the medicine being nasty.

“Please, quit being a child and eat.”

He had grumbled a few words under his breath, making you look over at him before eating the small breakfast. Eren had opened up the blankets, wrapping it around the both of you as he stayed close beside you.

He didn’t hesitate to eat, you could tell he was starving at the way he was eating so quickly. You had to remind him to slow down and take his time but he never listens— that’s why he was sick.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek and you glanced over at him.

“Be careful, I don’t wanna get sick.” He looked at you like he was offended again, his eyebrows raising in amusement.

He suddenly had tackled you down on the couch, his arms wrapping around your body and peppered sloppy kisses all over your face, making you place your hands on his bare chest to try to pull him off.

“Eren, stop it!”

He stopped to look down at you, his eyes lighting up and a small smile on his face but as the pounding headache started to hurt his head more than it did before, he couldn’t help but cuddle into you like a giant baby, keeping the blankets around the both of you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

“Why are you saying sorry now?” You asked him, glancing down as his head laid on your chest and your fingers brushed through his soft hair.

“Because I feel like shit.”

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[kpopsickies]

hii! i saw ur enhypen fic and i wanted to request one where theyre all eating smth spicy and some of them (your choice) are sensitive to spice and it makes them sneeze a lot tysm in advance! :>

sickies: Heeseung, and Jake

Caretakers: no one but also kinda everyone

Heeseung’s p.o.v

the seven of us gathered around the table, excited after our first win. We were going to do a vlive where we would eat some fan suggested foods. After doing our intro we began discussing the different foods.  We began going through them individually, like a multi-course meal. The first being a sweet custard like dish. It was honestly one of the sweetest things I had eaten. I couldn’t help but laugh as Ni-ki finished his and went on to steal Jake’s. 

“YAH NIKI EAT YOUR OWN”

“I ALREADY DID”

“STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S THIS IS MINE!!!!” The comments couldn’t stop making comments about how cute it was. I couldn’t help but laugh. 

Eventually we got through all the others, when the final dish was brought out. It looked really good, but it smelled spicy. Within a few seconds my nose began running. I sniffled, trying to stop my nose from dripping. I nudged Sunghoon who sat next to me. I pointed at the napkins. “could you hand me one” He looked at me, looking a bit concerned. Handing me a handful of them. “are you alright hyung?” he asked keeping his voice low so not to concern the members or the fans. “yeah, my nose is running badly today” I rubbed under my nose and gently rubbed at my nose with the tissues. It was then that i noticed there was a strong tickle in the back of my nose. I burried my nose back in the tissues “iesshu-heissyu-ietshu” I blew my nose softly into the tissues. I saw Sunghoon gave me a concerned look but I ignored it and took another bite. The sensation instantly came back. I rubbed my nose, trying to hold back the sneezes as long as possible. 

Jake p.o.v

I was proud of myself, I’m usually a picky eater, and yet I actually brought myself to try all the different foods. When we got to the last one I wasn’t sure. It smelled spicy. And for some reason my nose began itching when it was in front of me. After the first few bites the tickle in my nose grew to the point that it became too much to bear. I grabbed a few napkins from the center of the table. “Atshu-hah-ah-ahtsshu-hateshu-” Jay, who was seated next to me, blessed me, but besides that the vlive continued on as per usual. 

Heeseung p.o.v

It is genuinely hard to answer questions when every time I open my mouth my breath hitches. Clearly I wasn’t hiding it as well as I thought because I started seeing comments asking if I was okay. I plastered a big smile on. “I’m f-heh-fineh-eh-eitsshyu-itshch-tchi-tisch-” the other six members blessed me, not thinking too much about it. They knew my nose is sensitive and I always got a bit sneezy when it came to spicy food. 

But what did seem to catch the other’s, and my, attention was how much Jake was sneezing. He’s one of the less sneezy members. I began to grow a  bit concerned that he was getting sick. I made a mental note to check if he had a fever after the vlive ended. 

Jake p.o.v

Why is my nose so itchy? I couldn’t stop sneezing. I started to feel sympathy towards Jay, I need to apologize to him for always doubting him when he complained during spring. I love doing vlives, but I could not wait for this stupid thing to be over. Every time I breathed it tickled my nose, even talking made me sneeze, and I couldn’t blow my nose because I was too embarrassed to on live. Jay seemed to notice my discomfort, he often directed the questions towards the others to distract from my endless suffering and misery discomfort. Both Jay and Jugwon, who were seated on either side of me would pass my tissues whenever they noticed I needed one. Often whispering blessings. Niki who seemed to think I was sick, kept apologizing for stealing my food. Even though I knew i wasn’t sick, I wasn’t complaining that he apologized. He stole my food! he should be sorry. 

I was so happy when we finally ended the vlive. Right when the camera turned off I grabbed a handful of tissues and finally blew my nose. Which seemed to shift something in my nose and the tickle came back, again. “hitshu-hitechu-hitchu” 

“jeez bless you hyung, are you alright?” Jungwon said as he pressed his hand to my forehead. “I don’t know wh-hitchu-itechu-what’s wrong I felt fine earlier, but my nose is s-h-h-hitchu-hitehcu- *sniff* I grabbed another handful of tissues and muffled another fit of four sneezes into it. Heeseung blessed me and then instantly after sneezed twice into his elbow. Sunoo suddenly gasped. “what’s wrong?”

“I just thought of something”

“what”

“is it possible that you have a sensitivity to spicy food too, during the vlive I noticed that you weren’t sneezing or sniffling at all, but then after we started eating the spicy noodles you started sneezing, just like Heeseung hyung” 

“why didn’t I think about that. I was so confused. I was wondering why I was suddenly sneezing, when literally seconds before I felt 100% fine”

“Yeah, and you and heeseung hyung aren’t sneezing anymore”

“eisshu-itshyu”

“well at least not as much”

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

@sicktember #1

Prompt # 1: Fever

Title: Damn Nick Fury

Fandom: Avengers/MCU

To kick Sicktember off, I'm starting with some classic Avengers sickfic. This is actually part of a longer work that I posted many moons ago on AO3. Still one of my favorite whump fics that I've written.

Clint Barton breathed slowly and deeply as he drew back his bow, sighting in his next target. He was so far unnoticed by the cultists they were fighting, perched high in a tree as he was. Below, Natasha was baiting and dodging them with ease, dispatching one every now and then to keep them occupied. Clint's task was to pick them off as she did so.

Another arrow met its mark.The archer sniffled wetly as he reloaded while cold water continued to trickle down the back of his collar. He had made Fury aware a day or so ago that he had a mild cold, as was his duty as an assassin. If he wasn’t at one hundred percent, his commander needed to know. However, Fury had insisted he and Nat take this mission, since no one else was available. The soaking rain they encountered when they arrived was unexpected. However, it turned out the rain had actually made it easier to obtain the objective of this particular mission. Meanwhile though, it was making Clint thoroughly miserable. Compared to other missions it was going quickly, but the five hour stakeout leading up to the current fight had not been pleasant in the continuous downpour, even up in a tree.

Wiping his nose on his shoulder, Cint again loosed an arrow. Only five more cultists to go. Then they could loot the bunker, get the map they needed, and go home. A drip of water hit him right in the eye, and he growled to himself, inwardly cursing Fury. He had started to shiver an hour ago, though he made sure his hands were steady as ever. He couldn’t wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep for at least twelve hours. He only needed to hold out a little longer.

The tickle in his throat had gradually become a low, irritating ache. He coughed softly. The sound did little to make his throat feel better, but it did make the nearest cultist look up at him. Before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes, Clint’s arrow ended him expertly.

Hawkeye sighed wearily. Four more to go.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thirty-six hours later, Clint and Natasha were relaxing on the couch in Avengers Tower. Natasha had her legs tucked up under her and was reading a book while Clint had his head pillowed in her lap with his arm flung over his eyes. Suddenly, his breath hitched warningly. Natasha lifted her arm in a practiced way to give him room to turn and bury his face into a tissue:

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

She looked down at him with an irritated sound. "That is the third time you've sneezed in as many minutes. I'm making zero progress in this book. You're going to be finding yourself a new pillow in a minute here. Plus I'll kill you if you get me sick."

He sniffled wetly and blew his nose before replacing his head in her lap with a weak cough. "Aww, you would ndever kill mbe, 'Tash. I'mb the only one who puts up with your crap. But I'mb sorry. I can'dt help the sneezing. It's mbaking mbe mbiserable too if that helps."

She sighed in an annoyed way, but couldn't help looking down at him fondly. "You're lucky I know you well enough to understand what you're saying. And you're also lucky that it just so happens to be true that we tolerate each other better than most, so you're safe from assassination for now."

"Blame Fury. This cold wasn't so bad until I had to sid oud id the rain for hours." He sniffled thickly again, barely turning his head away as he followed it up with a cough.

Natasha made a face, swatting his shoulder lightly. "You're gross. Cover your mouth when you cough. And I don't *have* you let you lay here, you know. You have a perfectly comfortable bed only a short elevator ride away."

" 'm cold though. And if I go ubstairs there's ndo one to mbake mbe tea." He swiped at his reddened nose with the tissue, trying to look extra pitiful.

"You're extra whiny when you're sick. Not a good look on you, Hawk." She carded her fingers once through his hair. "And you're just cold because you're a little feverish."

Instead of replying, Clint halfway sat up again and brought a tissue to his nose, breath scissoring and nostrils flaring.

Natasha groaned as Clint once more exploded into a sneezing fit:

"Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! hehKSHHHshuu!" He coughed, then sneezed again: "ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue! --guhhh." Clint miserably rubbed the space between his eyebrows, slowly lowering himself once again to Natasha's lap.

"Apparently my partner has managed to catch the world's sneeziest cold. How did I get so lucky?"

Once again Clint was kept from replying as Natasha's communicator began to ring. She glanced at the screen, then at Clint.

"It's Fury," she warned.

Clint quickly sat up. She answered the device, turning it so they could both see. Fury's single eye met theirs, looking as serious and commanding as ever.

"Good, you're both here. Barton… your nose looks red. How are you feeling?"

"Aboud the sabe I guess. Sneezy."

"And feverish," Natasha said with a warning look at her partner.

"How feverish?"

"Ndot very. One hundred or so," Clint mumbled.

"That's… not ideal. But I don't have any other option… if at all possible, we need you both out in the field again ASAP. We've discovered a small Hydra base, but it's a crucial one. Some of their brainiest goons are posted there, working on something big. From some communication we intercepted, it sounds like their project is almost finished. I need eyes out there immediately. Recon only for now. Think you can handle that?"

The assassins glanced at each other. "We're good to go," said Clint firmly, though the sore-sounding rasp in his voice betrayed him slightly.

"I hope so. Don't disappoint me. I expect you in the air in an hour or less." With that their director ended the call.

Barton and Romanov glanced at each other once more, this time with a weary sigh from Clint before they stood and went to get ready.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Barton! What's your situation?"Natasha's voice crackled over the com.

"Being... chased by three. Heading... to the roof… of the base," Clint gasped around labored breathing.The metal steps made a sharp clanking noise as the archer sprinted up them, nocking an arrow as he went.

"Can you handle them on your own?"

"We'll… see...," he panted, sweat rolling into his eyes. "Backup… would be nice...."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got 4 of my own. Hang in there, Hawk!" The line went dead for the time being.

"I'm gonna … kill Fury…," he mumbled breathlessly as he reached the roof. He darted to the far side of the area and spun around, taking a knee and aiming his bow at the stairway he had just vacated. The sounds of the three Hydra agents sprinting up behind him were unmistakable, but he was as ready as he was going to be.

"This was supposed to be... an easy recon mission, but noooooo…. It's another... full-on assault," he continued to mumble, trying to catch his breath as the shouting on the stairs got louder.

As an extra stroke of bad luck, it was pouring rain here too. Clint flipped the water out of his eyes with a toss of his head, his hair and clothes hanging on him limply. He hadn't stopped shivering since they'd gotten off the jet. His teeth were now chattering and his fingers were blue with cold. His throat was absolutely burning now, raw and inflamed, the pain exacerbated from running. He couldn't suppress a hoarse barking cough just as the first baddie poked his head through the opening. Clint dispatched him immediately, but the two still coming up were not dissuaded.

The second goon got lucky. Clint's hand slipped on the bow a fraction, and the Hydra agent got hit in the shoulder instead of the heart. The archer knew he was in trouble now. With trembling hands, he managed to kill number three with a final arrow, but the one he had wounded, by far the biggest of them all, continued to advance menacingly.

Hand-to-hand combat was evidently imminent. On any other day Clint could have made short work of this, but this miserable, feverish cold had him operating at around fifty percent capacity and falling. Clint pulled out his knives with shaky hands and another rasping cough. When his opponent was a foot away, Clint tried to leap up to get in the first hit. Instead he slipped and staggered, and the Hydra agent's fist, with all of his weight behind it, caught him in the ribs. Clint heard a dull cracking sound as he was flooded with pain, but he couldn't pause. He spun and ducked, trying to avoid the worst of the blows while trying to get in some of his own. At least ⅓ of his opponent's swings met their target though, and in minutes Clint was battered and bruised, barely clinging to consciousness.

He knew he only had enough stamina for one more try. In a split second, while the Hydra agent was off-balance winding up for another swing, Clint leapt once more, and at last his knife met its mark.

As the baddie crumpled to the ground, so did Hawkeye, wheezing weakly, every breath agonizing. He activated his com as his vision threatened to gray out:

"Roof... clear. Good...Nat?"

"All clear down here too. Mission complete. Nice job, Hawk. Let's turn this bunker inside out and go home."

"Mmph."

"You good, Barton?" she asked, concern suddenly in her voice.

"Gonna need... medevac… Won't… make it down… stairs…."

If Natasha replied, he did not hear her. He let his head fall against the cool, wet metal and let the grayness overtake his vision.

~~~~~~~~~~

48 hours later found Clint lying on a bed in S.H.E.I.L.D. medical with broken ribs and and a confirmed case of pneumonia. He was drifting in and out of consciousness from the drugs they were giving him, but his ears perked up when he heard Natasha arguing with someone nearby.

"He's stable. Not on oxygen. Fever is controlled. He can tolerate oral meds. There's no reason he needs to stay. I promise you, he won't recover while he's here. You need to discharge him home."

The haughty-looking orderly she was speaking with huffed angrily, muttering about shortness of breath and heart rate and changing oxygen requirements.

Clint let himself drift off again to the sound of their voices, trusting his partner to deal with the situation. A cool hand on his cheek awakened him a little while later. He blearily opened his eyes to meet Natasha's, for of course it was she that had roused him.

"We're busting you out of here," she whispered with a little smile. "They're bringing a wheelchair now."

"Thangk god," Clint groaned. "And thangk *you*, 'Tash. You're a lifesaver."

"Eh, you've saved my life plenty of times too. I think we're pretty even."

It took some maneuvering to get a very breathless, battered, and achy Clint out of the bed and into the wheelchair, but they managed it with minimal damage. Once he was settled in the chair, Natasha wheeled him away to their rooms.

Inside Clint's suite, they again had to coordinate getting him from the chair to his bed. Natasha was grateful Clint's pain tolerance was high, because she knew the transfer was far rougher without the assistance of the medical staff. He didn't make a sound throughout the process however, though his face was drawn in pain. As soon as he was settled though, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush, which quickly became a nasty coughing fit. He had trouble catching his breath for several moments even after the fit ended. He gasped and wheezed and clutched his ribs, sweaty and reddened and miserable. Natasha could only watch helplessly, stroking his hair to try to help him relax.

"Damn Fury," he croaked weakly when he could finally speak. "This fugcking sucks. "

"Language, please. But I can't argue with you there."

"I'mb gonna kill himb for sending me od thad mission."

"I think he got his just desserts since now his best archer is out of commission for a few months. But at least it seems like the sneezy part of your cold is better."

"You h- had to s- hih- say sumbthing, dih- dn't you?" Clint croaked, gingerly bracing his ribs as his breath scissored and his red nose twitched:

"Gih'tsschh! Ghhnxt'chf! Oh Fugck. Ow! Ow ow ow...." Clint groaned, gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Not doing that again."

"Yeah, stifling is probably not wise. Poor sick guy," Natasha murmured, carding his hair with her fingers as they waited for Clint's pain to subside.

After a moment, Clint opened one eye, looking suspicious. " 'Poor sigck guy?' Who are you and what have you done with mby partner?"

Natasha smirked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you prefer I call you a whiny asshole?"

"Yes. Maybe. I dunno," Clint mumbled with a weary sigh and a grimace of pain as he exhaled.

"Well too bad for you, because right now *my* partner is sick and miserable and I plan to baby him at least a little until he's feeling better."

"Guess I'mb nodt complainig," Clint mumbled, stifling a cough, which only made him clutch his ribs in pain. "Hurts whed I cough. Hurts whed I try not to cough. Fugck me."

"Language, seriously. But what can I do to help? You need water, food, drugs, anything?"

"Nodt hungry or thirsty. Too sood for drugs. I just want to sleeb, 'Tash."

"That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you be then. But I'll be back to check on you soon." She stood up right away, fussing around and tidying up his nightstand area before moving toward the door.

" 'Tash?"

She turned expectantly.

" 'm still cold," he mumbled thickly, looking pale and weary now.

Her face softened affectionately. "Well you're still running a fever, hotshot. You're gonna feel cold."

He groaned pathetically. She moved to his side once more.

"Aww, you're shivering," she murmured, stroking his cheek.

"Told you, I'mb freezing…."

She sighed, looking at him fondly. "Is this you trying to say that you need some extra body heat in bed with you for a while?"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"Okay, okay, no more puppy eyes. I'm coming. But if you get me sick--"

"I know, I know, you'll kill mbe. I'll try ndot to share."

"That's all I ask." She kicked off her shoes and slid into bed beside him, doing her best to jostle around as little as possible. They carefully arranged themselves so that Clint was tucked against Natasha, most of his weight resting against her, while her weight was against the stack of pillows behind them. This position seemed to cause the archer the least pain, and in fact he relaxed against her right away, his breathing deepening.

" I'mb sorry I'mb so warmb. You'll probably swelter," mumbled Clint sleepily.

"It's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever, and I'm sure it won't be the last. As long as you're warm enough."

"Am now," he breathed, nearly asleep.

"Then that's all that matters to me."