#sick reader

[millin21]

Im tired of all this Sanemi mischaracterization.

"Hed be the most brutal, intense, sadistic, alpha male lover thats popular is romantasy~"

No the fudge he wouldnt. He'd have a PTSD attack of his father hurting his mother. He swore to protect his family after that drunkard had gone. In the light novels he is shown to have moments with his best friend Masachika where hes showing a genuine smile instead of his gruff exterior. When tended to by Kanae, his anger subsides and hes focused on how gentle she is with him. I know his first appearance left an impression on people, it certainly did me.

But, I dont know how many people know this, but.... First impressions are often, entirely, wrong.

If he ever gets into a relationship, hed be the most gentle lover. If anything, hed let his partner take the reins (because this man has engrossed himself in a life of fighting for survival, with no knowledge of what romance is.) Also, and yes this is canon, he is shy. ( Gyoumei notes about this in what the Hashira think of each other) he easily gets embarrassed. Just look at his reacting to Tanjiro spilling the red bean past ohagi as his favorite comfort food.

Hed be the kind of person who wouldnt show his true colors until he was alone with you. People seem to miss those moments of kindness he shows in the manga. (Or they havent gotten to that point yet and no i will not spoil it) His love language is acts of service and especially gift giving from what I can tell. (I remember reading somewhere-after Rengoku death-he made sure Muichiro was eating well. He checks up on Shinobu everytime he sees her because she was Kanae’s little sister. He isn’t all aggro. (Heck, the Kimetsu Academy literally has notes that he looks out for kids and older folks.) he has a strong sense of justice.

Its like no one remembers what he was like as a kid during Genyas flashback. (for anime watchers who havent read the manga) Genya (besides their mother) was the most attentive of Sanemi.

Genya sees Sanemi motivated to protect his loved ones as he took up a heavy lifting job as a malnourished 13-14 year old. Someone with a rare but kind smile. Overall that person who wants to look after everyone and is willing to do anything for those closest to him. Even putting himself in the jaws of danger to save them.

I know its hard to see him what with everything else the anime has shown of adult Sanemi but... Gosh i hope the infinity castle arc changes a few minds. That the persona Sanemi is putting forth is one sculpted from trauma and a means to protect himself on multiple levels. It’s not who he is completely.

Just... I know people will have their fantasies, but please. I long for more accurate writing of a character.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i am sick rn ;((((( so how about pure vanilla and shadow milk (separately) taking care of a sick reader? i need my silly lil guys doing their best (or worst LMAO) to take care of their beloved -galaxy

Here you go! Hope you feel better soon :(

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Pure Vanilla

As a healer, it's only natural that he's the first cookie you called when you started feeling under the weather.

You're certain that you caught a cold from the snowy mountains of Dark Cacao Kingdom while accompanying him to a meeting a few days ago, as your doughy body hasn't stopped shaking since your return despite all attempts to warm yourself up.

Today, you woke up feeling achy all over, barely able to finish your tasks around the kingdom without becoming dizzy or getting sudden chills.

So you've put on bedrest until you feel well, asking one of the bluebirds to send PV a message.

Within the hour, he shows up at your place, bringing some good natural remedies to your bedside.

He also brought some hot jelly soup for when/if you feel like you could eat something light.

While his healing magic mainly extends to injuries, it's able to relieve the aches that plagued your dough.

But he discourages you from jumping up right away, as it took time to work.

Even though you think he's worrying too much over your simple cold, PV admits that he felt partially responsible for getting you sick because he asked you to attend the meeting in the first place.

You tell him that's not true, as you wanted to go and he couldn't have possibly predicted the weather that day. You promise him that you'll recover in no time, and you thank him for being here.

That cheers him up, as he promises to stay with you until you're well enough to move around, assuring you that whatever tasks you had could wait.

Shadow Milk

Despite being an inhabitant of Beast Yeast for years, you weren't familiar with the weather patterns within the Land of Spice...

Until Shadow Milk dragged you into his fellow Beast's domain at the peak of a spice storm one day.

He only wanted to annoy Burning Spice, although after you kept sneezing nonstop during their banter and being the one who annoyed him instead, the jester pouted and decided to warp back to his Spire with you.

Unfortunately, the storm made you terribly sick, with your eyes constantly burning and your throat feeling scratchy.

Shadow Milk only realizes something MIGHT be wrong with you when you refused to come out of your chambers that evening.

He invites himself inside and sees the sorry state you're in, laying in bed with spice particles in your dough and your toppings looking like they're gonna melt at any moment.

He doesn't understand why you're pouting and blaming him for dragging you out into that storm.

He even starts whining like "so you hate me now???? you want me to leave??????"

When you deny that and tell him he can stay, he's suddenly all smiles like "hehe I was gonna stay whether you wanted me to or not, doll. You're gonna have to depend on me now! But then again....you always have, and you always will~"

Sinister undertones aside, he's actually genuinely concerned for your health, taking care of you in-between his duties within the Spire.

He shapeshifts into a doctor/nurse persona, looking up cures for spice-related sicknesses and speaking in medical jargon the whole time he's with you.

He'd gather natural remedies and medicines out in the town no problem, demanding them from every vendor/storekeeper--and of course they listen.

After all, those same folks would gladly give him their left arm in exchange for a comforting lie.

You didn't mind playing the patient role, and you don't question how or where he got all those remedies, as you recover pretty quickly.

He definitely wouldn't dote on Black Sapphire or Candy Apple like this if they ever got sick, so you considered yourself very lucky.

[osarina]

anyway i think people need to be more cognizant of how they word things. there's a fine line between expressing a preference and questioning the validity of how someone does something, and we step to the other side of the line way too often on here and i am quite sick of it. when you post things that apply to people's writing, the people it applies to will see it, and i fear it DOES sting.

[fu11ofshit]

𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘛 WAS SO GOOD OMG!! I LOVED IT.

I have a request! Armin x Reader → The reader is sick, but Armin insists on staying with her. He ends up spooning her from behind, and they do it while she's on her side, holding hands.

₊ ⊹ Thank you, I’m also a Black writer so I decided to make this an Armin x Black reader fic !! I hope you enjoy ;)

Cough, Cough! ⋆˙⟡

Armin x Sick!Reader

cw: porn without plot, dry humping, grinding, unprotected p in v, creampie, sick reader

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Armin warned you. He told you over, and over again that if you didn’t slow down, if you didn’t take breaks from work, you’d eventually burn out. You’d shrug him off every time—  you knew your limits, and you knew your drive. Work was always a top priority. You weren’t just going to drop everything because you were a little tired. 

So what if you nearly fell asleep behind the wheel on your way back from work a few times? You were fine.

Until you weren’t. 

You were a mess. Coughing, congested, puffy eyed, and exhausted. You looked and felt like you’d been hit by a truck.

When you opened the door to your apartment, Armin was standing there wearing his smug “I told you so” look. You stood there in your bonnet, wrapped tightly in a blanket like a burrito, looking completely pitiful.

On the contrary, he looked… amused.

“Shut up,” you muttered, stepping aside to let him in.

But instead of walking past, he stepped closer and pulled you into a hug. His arms were warm and careful, like he knew exactly how fragile you felt. He pressed a kiss to your forehead that was hot with fever and rested your head gently against his shoulder.

You sighed, the kind of sigh that only comes when you’re finally allowed to stop pretending you’re okay.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he said softly, but you could still hear the smugness under his breath.

That’s when you noticed the small white bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” you mumbled.

Armin tilted it a little so you could peek inside. “Tea, honey, some cough drops… and that soup you like. The one from the little deli down the street.”

You stared at him, throat too sore to say anything meaningful. So instead, you leaned harder against his chest.

“You didn’t have to,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said, cupping your face gently and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “But you never listen… so I came prepared.”

You sat at the kitchen table, your body slouched in the chair. Armin moved quietly around the kitchen, warming up the soup as he opened cabinets without hesitation. 

He already knew where the plates were, where the spoons were kept, and which mug you always reached for — he’d practically been here a thousand times.

He brought you your hot meal, slowly stirring it before lifting the spoon to his mouth. He pursed his lips and gently blew on it, then eased the spoon towards your mouth.

 “Open,” he said softly, eyes fixed on your lips, waiting.

“You don’t need to feed me,” you murmured, reaching up to take the spoon from him. You already felt guilty, having him take care of you when this could have been completely avoided had you just listened. 

Armin gave you a look— patient but firm. Then, with a sigh, he raised the spoon again. This time you let him in. 

You opened your mouth, and the warm soup slid down your throat, the heat spreading through your chest like comfort made tangible.

“Fuck, that’s good,” you muttered, as Armin chuckled. 

You opened your mouth again, and he fed you another spoonful. Eyes locked on you as you swallowed. 

His gaze lingered, and you felt it— warm and steady. Feeling a little self conscious under the attention, you tried to lighten the moment. “You’re totally thinking I look hot right now, huh?”

Armin smiled, scooping up another spoonful, his hand cupped beneath it to catch any drops. “You look gorgeous,” he said without hesitation. “You always do.”

You weakly kicked him under the table, “Stop it,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

He laughed again, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth, “Open,”

And you did, your eyes meeting his as you eased the soup down.

After you finished eating, Armin guided you to your room and gently tucked you into bed. He put on a movie, the volume low and soothing, before sliding in beside you. His arms wrapped around you from behind, his body warm against yours as he spooned you gently.

You leaned into his touch, letting yourself melt into the comfort he offered. He rocked you slowly, his arms draped securely across your body.

He started with a kiss to the top of your head, lips pressing gently against the fabric of your bonnet. Then, slowly, he trailed soft kisses behind your ear, down to the curve of your neck, each one delicate and unhurried.

His hands settled on your hips, fingertips moving in slow, soothing strokes. Every touch was tender, and grounding, it was a wordless reassurance that he was there for you, and wasn’t going anywhere. 

You leaned further into him, you turned your head, meeting his eyes for a breath before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He kissed back, his hand gilding down to your  stomach, giving it a gentle squeeze. His fingertips then slipped just beneath the waistband of  your shorts, applying light pressure. 

You hummed softly, as you began smoothly grinding your hips against his, you both fell into this slow back and forth rhythm, his hips slightly rolling against yours. 

You felt his hardness pressing against your lower back, as you moved with a firmer, slightly quicker rhythm. His hand slid across your chest, finding your breast, his thumb pressing tender circles around your nipple. 

Armin’s other hand slipped deeper into your waistband, his finger gliding over your swollen clit. You let out a strained gasp as he began to rub it gently, your hips rolling between his hardness and his giving fingers.

Your hands slid down your shorts, your bare ass pressing back against him. He carefully pulled out his cock, groaning as he pressed it between the curves of your ass, shamelessly grinding against you, slowly angling it towards your pussy.

His other hand cupped your breast with care as he pressed himself to your entrance, the tip of him slick with your wetness. You jolted when he brushed your clit, the soft pressure making you moan into the pillow. Your fingers laced with his over your chest, holding tight as he slowly pushed inside, filling you with a deep, aching closeness.

Armin wasn’t quick with his pace, he took his time—  keeping in mind how fragile you felt. Instead of thrusting quickly, he rolled into you with deep, steady strokes, his cock filling you completely, in a way you didn’t know was possible. 

He drew back almost all the way before pushing into you again, hard enough to make you see stars. His other hand stayed between your thighs, fingers gently circling your clit, even as his hips moved with unrelenting rhythm.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands tightly gripping yours. You heard his breath hitch as he whispered, ‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,’ over and over until he finally did, deep and steady inside you.

Your breaths were heavy, tangled together, as you stayed in each other's arms. 

[silverhairsimp]

who's gonna take care of you? k. bakugou

I am sicker than sick and couldn't sleep last night so here's some bakugou fluff.

Pairing & CW: Bakugou x f!reader. Reader and Bakugou have two kids. Brief mentions of pregnancy from Mitsuki (Reader is not actually pregnant). pure, sickly sweet fluff.

Katsuki looks at the clock hanging above the kitchen sink, 7:24am. Usually you’d have been up for at least a half hour by now, maybe more. The kids have to be to school at 8:30, it’s only a 12 minute drive, but they like to get there early and play with their friends before their day of learning starts. He looks at the two of them sitting at the counter, digging into their fresh pancakes and waffles with a variety of fruits. They were similar in a lot of ways, but your daughter refuses to eat pancakes, the same goes with your son and waffles. And what kind of number one dad would The Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t make his brats happy?

“You two stay here and finish eating— gonna go check on your ma’,” he calls out to them before heading down the hall, only to stop with a hand on the doorframe to look back at them. “And no eatin’ spoonfuls’a syrup this time! That shi— crap’ll give you diabetes.” 

The two of them laugh at their dads empty threat, knowing they’ll at least sneak one or two spoonfuls before he gets back. 

He has an office day today, full of paperwork and unfished reports that need to be submitted by the end of the week. He’s been working overtime, which means you have too. Working overtime at your own job and taking care of the kids when he gets home too late or leaves too early for work. 

“Baby—“ he calls out when he pushes open your bedroom door. Your cheeks are flushed red, your brows are knit together, you’ve got a mound of blankets on you, yet your feet are sticking out from the bottom. “Hey, y’doing okay?” He asks as he gets closer, sitting next to your sleeping form on the bed when he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, followed by placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus babe, you’re burnin’ up. Might be running hotter than I normally do…” 

His words are laced with concern as he heads to your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with as cold of water he can get before wringing it out. For good measure, he grabs the thermometer and to confirm his suspicions.

“Open up for me, baby.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes finally open when you bring your hand up to touch the cold cloth on your forehead. “‘Ts cold…” you mumble and he slips the thermometer underneath your tongue. “Yeah and you’re hot—“ he waits for the thermometer to finish rereading before he adds: “101.9 to be exact.” 

You try to sit up, “I’m fine…”but the pressure in your head is too much so you flop back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what year you think I was born, but I know what fine is. And you, are not fine.” 

“But the kids— they have school, you have work— I have things to do around the house.” You try to protest in between a fit of coughs, but he plants an arm against the bed, palm down at your side caging you in. “you know the hag— my mom,” he corrects when you give him the glare, “she loves taking them to school. Eijiro too. I could call either one and they’d drop ‘em off. And with work, that’s one of the perks’a bein’ your own boss.” 

He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, trying to hide the wince at how warm your skin is. Gods you must feel like shit. “Lemme call my mom—“ he steps out of the room and gently closes the door, calling in a favor to the woman who always saves his ass. 

‘Yeah, y/n sick, real sick. Need someone to drop off the beats at school. What? Morning sickness? No she’s not pregnant again. She’s sick sick. Got’a fever of almost 102. Yeah, they ate. Yes, lunches packed. Ugh— what kinda father do you think I— mmgh. Thanks ma. They’ll be ready for ya.’

He comes back in the room slight shake to his head as he thinks back to the conversation he just had with his mom. Your youngest is 6 and she’s been itching for another grand baby, but that’s too bad. She’s got two good ones to love on anyway. “Moms comin’ to pick em up in 15.” 

The two of you can hear the padding of feet running down the hall and your two replicas appear in the door frame. 

“Mommy what’s wrong? Did you catch a bug?” Your 8 year old son asks you as he pushes his hips to the bed. He may have his fathers eyes but he’s got your color hair and the sweetest personality to match. 

“Ew! Why would mommy catch a bug!! That’s so yucky!” Your daughter chimes. She’s got that ash blonde hair to match her fathers and definitely gets his personality. 

“Yeah, squirt, mama’s not feeling great so your Gramma Mitsuki is gonna take you to school.”

“Katsuki— you really shouldn’t have asked your mom to come all the way here.” 

“You say all the way here like she doesn’t live 8 minutes down the road.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna miss the opportunity to be involved in your kids’ lives. 

“Daddy, why can’t we stay and take care of mommy like she takes care of us when we’re sick?” Your boy asks with those gorgeous ruby red eyes peering down at you. “You guys have to stay in school and get good grades. You wanna have your own agency and be the number one hero like your daddy don’t you?” You smile at the two of them and lift your hand off the bed to cup their cheeks one at a time. 

Your daughter flexes her little muscles and grits her teeth. “Yeah mommy! We’ll get strong so we can take good care of you some day!” 

Each of your kiddos leans in to place a kiss to your cheek, it’s no use trying to stop them either. They’re both stubborn, just like you and Katsuki. 

“Go get cleaned up before Gramma gets here— and don’t think I can’t smell the syrup on those sticky fingers, you little shits!” 

It’s no use trying to protest the language when you hear the fit of laughter and screams as they run back down the hall. 

Katsuki gets up to make sure they’re heading out to wash up and grab their school bags while he makes another call to the agency, letting Mina know he won’t be in. 

You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he comes back with a hot bowl of homemade soup, a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice, a ginger shot and two pieces of toast. “They’re right ya know. You’re like super woman to them— and even she needs help sometimes.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns on the tv for some back ground noise before he grabs his computer and sits next to you in bed. 

“Katsuki. You’re gonna get sick if you stay here—“ you try to protest and he just smiles and puts the cold rag on your forehead. “Yeah… and when super man needs help; I know you’ll be there too..” He lands a fat one right on your lips and smiles. The two of you share everything together. Even the cooties…

[limethefirst]

Sick Days

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

warnings: mention of illness, Shadow trauma :(

summary: after getting sick with a small flu Shadow takes care of you

a/n: this is written from the movie au so erm its movie shadow to fill the little hole in my heart! small little fluff cause my day has been so depressing and i needed comfort (can be romantic or platonic tbh but i wrote it from a platonic pov so). Also i am getting a few requests, it’s not overwhelming and I’m not closing my requests but it is first come first serve so please be patient while I go through them all!!!

A shivering body lay under the blankets, you felt so cold. But your entire body was overheating; unfortunately the flu was spreading and you had succumb to it. You’d been bragging how you were so healthy and you actually believed you’d get through the flu season without ever catching it, but the world really had a way of sticking it to you.

And so there you lay, on your warm bed with an empty water bottle by your side that you would’ve filled long ago if it wasn’t for the flashes of pain you’d randomly get throughout your body.

You’d been home alone for a while, not really telling anyone you were sick, you didn’t want to bother them anyway. What could they do? You’d already taken medicine, at this point it was just a waiting game.

Slowly you settled yourself into a more comfortable position, hoping a nap would make the pain go away, but as you closed your eyes, the ring of the doorbell echoed through the empty house. You were currently alone, so you had no choice but to get up.

As you did you felt your bones aching and flashed of heat passing through you, it felt as if you were walking through hell. By the time you’d made it to the door your breath was staggered, making it seem like you ran a marathon while in reality you’d only walked 10 feet to open the door.

As the door creaked open you saw the one and only Shadow, his body straight and his eyes were like little daggers poking at you, but it faltered. His clenched little paw slightly widening as he took you in; your body was slightly hunched over, your blanket clinging to your shoulders and your eyes looked sullen, deprived of sleep.

Before he had the chance to ask you anything you suddenly erupted into a fit of coughs, your throat felt as if it were on fire after each one, “You’re sick,” he exclaimed; it wasn’t a question, more of a clarification.

You offered him a small nod, sniffing a bit. Shadows gaze lingered on you a bit, he felt himself getting goosebumps, this scene was far too familiar for him. Suddenly it felt like he was next to Maria again, as she assured him that she was fine, and he had to stand there and watch as the sickness she had only caused her more suffering.

This time though, Shadow could do something, and so he will. Before you had a chance to ask Shadow what he was doing here, he’d already grabbed ahold of your hand and ushered you back into your room.

“Shadow what are you doing?” You asked him, your voice hoarse. He didn’t respond, instead he lightly pushed you back onto your bed, grabbing your empty water bottle and walking out.

You sat there dumbfounded, he just pushed you onto your bed and left? This was Shadow you were thinking about though so he did do strange things every now and then. You would’ve gone after him but the pain that engulfed you was overwhelming, so instead you decided to lay down and wait for it to pass.

As you laid there, Shadow quickly returned. The water bottled filled to the brim as he handed it to you, “Drink” he said, holding it up to you.

Slightly you adjusted yourself, as you took the water from his hands. You took a few small sips and as you tried to close the bottle Shadow held the cap back from you, “More” you let out a weak chuckle as you drank some more, the water soothing your itching throat.

When you handed it back to him, he put the cap back on the bottle and placed the blanket over you, not saying much; his eyes spoke a million words for him.

Gently he pushed you onto your back and made sure you were completely covered and comfortable, he was used to taking care of sick people, he’d done it with Maria a lot, so he had a basic understanding of what he should be doing.

As you laid in bed, you face staring at the ceiling muttering a small thank you, Shadow felt his work there was done. He couldn’t do much against a flu, it was more of a ‘do what you can and wait it out’ type of sickness.

“Get well soon, take this medicine after you wake up and I’ll be back to check on you,” his voice monotone as you began to leave your room.

You watched him go, but before he reached the door you’d turned onto your side, mumbling his name, “Shadow..” you fidgeted with your hands under the blanket. He turned back to look at you, his eyes scanning you and you covered your face a bit, “Could you stay with me while I sleep?”

You erupted into a small fit of coughs, only solidifying the idea that he should stay. Instead of responding Shadow sat on your bed, his back against the wall and his arms crossed and he lightly nodded and closed his eyes as well.

The room became still, the occasional cough making Shadow turn to glance at you. He watched you shiver under the blanket, clearly it wasn’t warm enough for you; so he did the only other thing he knew would help.

He quietly made his way to the head of your bed, and silently made his way under your blanket and laid next to you. You didn’t notice, the exhaustion of the sickness already making you fall fast asleep.

Shadow was glad you couldn’t tell what he was doing, he didn’t even know why he did it himself honestly. He just did what he used to do, back when she was sick.

After a while the shivering had stopped, your breathing was even but Shadow stayed, he was still next you, curled up so that you had a sense of comfort.

And he would stay there until you got better, because this was something he knew how to do, and you were someone he’d grown to care for.

[spenceloria]

thinking abt subby!virgin!spence rn…

warnings: smut obvi, virgin spence, fem!reader, hickeys, dry humping/grinding (😛😛😛), blowjob, kinda insecure?spence, more experienced reader

a/n: first post ayee.. ok so this was supposed to be a quick little blurb but turned into way more… i got really distracted once i got to the freaky bits. i love him. sub spencer deserves so much more attention… not just early seasons.. even post prison… oh em gee ideas r coming again jesus..

takes place during early seasons (elle+gideon era)

includes… bad grammar, bad spelling, and cheeky side notes! no use of y/n or any descriptive terms (appearance wise) for reader!

• argagaghh so like you two probably had a total meet cute moment!!! gasps, flushed cheeks, brains short circuiting… of course poor spencie had no idea how to express how he felt.. especially not to a woman like you.

• in his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in the world. alas, love at first sight quickly fizzled into rushed and awkward goodbyes as spencer literally bolted… running away from you as if you had just insulted his entire bloodline.. :(((

• this left u soooo confused and hurt like u genuinely thought u had just finally met the man of your dreams after years of trial and error… his tall, lanky frame that towered over you, his slightly overgrown, but soft hair, his big doe eyes… interlocking with yours AGGGG u were so down bad and you barely shared a word with him…:

• little did u know abt spencers situation once he arrived at the bureau… being a member of its bau definitely had its perks, but also came with the inability to hide anything from his coworkers..

“woahh slow down there pretty boy! whats with that face? are you blushing? and… is that sweat??”

spencer froze… he knew exactly what type of conversation would follow morgans rather invasive inquires..

“i can’t believe it… you finally got laid!”

“n-no ah its … its nothing like that!!”

his blush deepened as he raised his hands to his defence.. as if he was guilty of a heinous crime.

“come on… its definitely something”

of course elle had to chime in on morgans relentless teasing

spencer sighed in defeat..

“fine… its just.. i met this girl.. earlier this morning.”

“and?”

“a-and she was ethereal… her eyes, her skin, h-her her..”

the start of his rant was cut off by a chuckle from morgan

“so, did you ask this girl out or what?”

spencer froze like a deer in headlights with the realization of what he’d done.

“n-no…. no i… i uh… i ran away from her..”

“youre kidding!”

elle sighed and shook her head.

“this girl is beautiful enough to stun our own boy wonder.. and you just left her?”

spencer looked down at his hands, now playing with his fingers.. oh he fucked up badddd!!! astronomical fumble..

• he would be so distracted for the rest of the day::.. unable to think abt anything but, well, you. he was silent all day, which was unusual for the boy, as he typically literally yapped his coworkers ears off with facts and statistics alike.. but today his mind was somewhere else.

• THE SECOND he left the office he was on his way to where you two had met.. somewhere like a flowershop or cafe, and lo and behold there you were, on your usual route back home after work.

• your eyes met his and, once again, the whole world seemed to nearly stop. anything other than you was purely insignificant..

EEE AND THAT WAS THE START OF SOMETHING NEITHER OF YOU EVER EXPECTED

• yeah, he was relentlessly tormented by the bau (mostly morgan lets be real) over the fact that you asked him out before he had the chance to run off again; but he honestly could not care less. he was completely infatuated with you!!!

ok heres where it gets freaky… heh

• ofcourse your entire relationship was pure romance, stolen kisses, morning cuddles, flowers, dinners:.. despite an insanely cramped schedule with work, spencer always made enough time for you!!

but… a girl still has.. needs..

• you just couldn’t help it… you could barely look at his soft cheeks and chocolate brownish golden eyes without feeling the overwhelming need to jump his bones!!!!

oh u wanted him so bad.. and spencer being well spencer, he brushed off your hints as just you being you.. a little weird, a little touchy..

but you just couldn’t hold back anymore.. you needed him.. you needed to devour him!! (way better writing starts here damn i got so carried away)

it started out so pure, spencer was ranting about some article he had read the previous morning.. but your eyes were locked on his lips. pink, soft, kissable.:.

you held back a groan as devilish thoughts consumed your brain.. you slowly looked down his body.. his chest, his thighs, his hands… fuck.

he noticed your expression.. features perplexed with the innocence of a bunny.

you cut off his concerns with your mouth.

the two of you had made out before but, never like this. never with this amount of heat, desperation, of need. your hands quickly found his hair as your tongue prodded the space inbetween his lips..

he moaned at the contact before allowing you access. you straddled his waist, grinding down on his pelvis, growing boner now painfully obvious from your position above him.

usually you two stopped here, you would give spencer a break to well, compose himself and would cuddle or maybe even kiss again.

but not tonight.

he whimpered (HELL YESSSS) as you ground your hips onto his again.. barely able to voice his concerns… stuttering over his words

“spence.. need you… need to make you feel good so bad..”

you were breathing heavy between kisses.

you paused and leaned back

“will you let me.. take care of you?”

he froze, now completely red, sweating, nervous, unbelievably hard, all by your doing

after a pause he slowly nodded.

“uhuh youre a big boy, you can use your words”

you ran your hands down his chest, fingers sending electric shocks to his skin through the fabric of his patterned dress shirt.

spencers hands were shaking

“y-yes.. yes please.”

he basically squeaked out his answer.. nearly as quiet as a mouse.

you ground your hips onto his again, slowly, more deliberate this time. spencer couldn’t hold back from moaning. breathy, whiny, you were so whipped for him..

“yes please what?”

you couldn’t help but tease him as he grovelled beneath you melting into your hands like puddy, completely at your disposal.

“please.. pleah-ah”

spencers begs were abruptly cut off by another slow roll of your hips.

“hm? what was that?”

your teasing had ripped a high, long, whine out of spencer. one you had never heard before. you hips faltered. you gasped, now fully aware of the heat between your thighs.

“fuck.”

you couldnt hold back any longer. lifting your hips off his, you made quick work of his shirt, nearly ripping off the buttons.

you squeezed your thighs together at the sounds that erupted from the back of spencers throat. your lips making their way up and down his chest, attacking his neck in a flutter of love bites and hickeys that were definitely a bit too high for the collar of his work shirts to cover..

you leaned back to admire you work. spencers brain was completely broken. just like that. you had entirely fried the brain of a prodigy, a genius. he was dazed, his eyes glossed over, pupils completely blown out. if this was the damage of what you had done to him so far… you were going to completely destroy him.

you gave his lips and cheeks a quick peck, before lifting yourself completely off his lap. you slowly pushed him to lean back onto the couch, watching the way his now obvious bulge shifted in his slacks as his knees separated, involuntarily manspreading in front of you. (#needthat)

you maintained eye contact with spencer as you lowered yourself onto your knees, filling the now open space between his thighs.

spencers eyes (if even possible) widened at the realization of what your actions suggested, at what they revealed.

“i… ive never…”

your eyes never left his.

“spencer. if you dont want to-“

“no!”

spencer cut off your words of reassurance, as the gears in his head shifted, finally able to properly process the words he wanted to say.

“i want to… i just, i dont know what to do..”

you smiled softly at his words.

“awe, baby, well thats the thing…”

you swiftly shoved him back into the couch with the simple push of your finger

“you dont have to do anything. let me take care of you.”

if possible, spencers blush deepened.

your hands made their way up his thighs slowly rubbing, impossibly close to where he needed you most.

your sneaky hands now travelled to his fly. effortlessly unbuttoning his slacks… (oh boy..)

you audibly gasped at spencers size… youd heard what they said about nerds and tall guys but. damn.

spencer sucked in an impossible amount of air at the loss of confinements.. suddenly feeling very exposed.

you lifted yourself a bit, pulling down his pants and boxers, helping his legs step out of them as they pooled around his ankles.

looking down, you stiffled a giggle at his adorably colourful and mixmatched socks… you loved them. they were so… him.

you loved him.

you looked up at him through starstuck, half lidded eyes, before making your way to his fiery red tip, bobbing with desperation and oozing pre cum.

“ill be gentle”

your voice was barely above a whisper…

spencer let out a shaky sigh as your eyelashes fluttered.. leaning forward to press a soft kiss onto his tip. your hands finding space on his thighs, already shaking.

you moved your hands to pull back your hair, and leaned forward, finally taking him into your mouth.

spencers unstable hands met yours, shivering as he helped you keep the stray strands from falling into your face.

he didnt pull, and he didnt push you forward either. his hands rested (somewhat) still, just there to help you, for your support.

you beamed up at him, fuck u were sooo whipped for how quick he folded. he was going to be the death of you.

your hands took the length that your mouth couldn’t fill, attempting to bob them in sync with the motions of your mouth. you gagged, a but uncomfortable with his remarkable size, but you were determined to please.

you puffed out your cheeks and dragged your tongue alone a prominent vein that made its way up his length, curving around his girth.

spencers noises were… driving you up the wall.

load moans, quick gaps. long high pitched whines. panting.

you continued your actions.. deliberately speeding up and slowing down to tease him, keep him on edge, you weren’t sure how much he could take.

what you really werent expecting was what followed…

spencer stiffened, his hands abandoning your hair and moving to his own thighs to ground himself, squeezing just a tad.

with a long, stretched out groan-turned-whine, spencer finished… releasing the evidence down your throat.. caught off guard, you pulled your lips off of him, slightly choking on the completely unexpected invasion making its way down your throat.

spencer was MORTIFIEDDD!! stuttering as his hands quickly ran to his face and remained covering his eyes.

“that was…”

honestly, to say you were shocked was an understatement. it had barely been two minutes, a minute thirty MAX!

spencer started stammering apologies, he was so embarrassed to have finished so quickly, he thought u were angry with him.

“that was so fucking hot.”

spencers apologies halted.

“w- what?..”

you smiled as you rose off your knees, leaning into his warmth.

“all this for me? you finished that quickly? all for me? just from what i did?”

spencer short circuited for the umpteenth time that night.

“fuck.”

your hands found their way to spencers cheeks, soft, and unbelievably warm.

“.. ‘m sorry, sorry…”

he mumbled under his breath as you kissed his lips once more; this time soft, light, pure. you looked him straight into his soft doe eyes as you pulled away.

“i love you”

the words had more of an effect on him than you anticipated. they had been said before; meaningfully, quickly, lovingly. but now, they were held in a completely different light. all of spencers insecurities washed away instantly, the deepest parts of his exceptional brain now a clean slate.

out of breath spencer fell into your soft touch

“i love you too.”

you kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek, his lips, his chin. short and sweet but not any less effective.

“you were so good for me.”

he sighed into you touch, now feeling suddenly exhausted.

“so, so good. so good.”

you kissed his face again, then again, smiling when he sleepily looked up at you, surprising your lips with a kiss of his own.

you lifted yourself off of him, and took his hand in yours. now, with a clear and more focused mind; suddenly painfully aware of his nakedness in comparison to your body, fully clothed.

you chuckled as redness creeped up his neck once more, thighs and arms instinctively attempting to cover what you had already seen.

you leaned down once more and planted a peck onto the corner of his jaw.

“youre… breathtaking spence.. really.”

you chuckled to yourself.

“literally. aha, breath. taking.”

he sighed as he brushed off your sly joke, secretly smiling at your words.

spencer rose off of the couch, a little dizzy and disoriented as you led him into the bathroom.

“gonna get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

the idea of spending another second outside of his bed was killing him, but you had already started the water, preparing a towel and testing the temperature with your fingers.

“come on, look at you! youre all gross and sweaty.”

spencer now took the time to look at himself in the mirror. god you had done a number on him. purple marks now blooming and adorning his body, up the entirety of his neck and slowly travelling down his chest.

“my god.. i… how am i going to hide these? they.. they’ll destroy me!”

you giggled at his worries over his teasing coworkers now making your way into his bedroom, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up in the washroom. you were completely in love with this man.

you were screwed.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Bleh

|| Sevika x fem!sick!reader

|| Warnings; non request, Sevika makes reader take medicine, reader being pouty about it, good girl use, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader finds herself sick in the morning, Sevika takes care of her.

Requests closed!

Started; November 19th

Finished; November 20th

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When you woke up that morning, you could feel it in your throat. Sick. A shiver went through your spine and you wrapped your blankets around yourself further. Trying to get warmer as the chill took over your body. You could feel Sevika adjust herself in her sleep, moving closer to you when the blankets disappeared off her.

She was still fast asleep. That is, until your cough woke her up and Sevika was suddenly bolt up right. Staring down at you with an intense concern. You gave her a sheepish look and your girlfriend sighed. Her hand came up to your forehead, feeling your temperature with the back of her hand. Which was easily the size of your forehead...

"You're burning," Sevika's voice came out as a grunt. Laced with a morning rasp that made you blush.

"I think it's just warm in here..." You leaned up into her touch and she rolled her eyes.

"Not that warm." Sevika scoffed, pulling her hand away from you and getting out of bed. Making sure you were tucked in the blankets. She left the room and you simply watched. Confusion etched into your expression. Where was she going? Would she be back? You hoped so, you wanted your cuddles.

It was only a few minutes before her figure came back through the doorway. Your face lit up when you saw her. But immediately pouted at what she was holding. Medicine and tea. Bleh. Yeah, you hated being sick. Sevika could read your face like an open book.

"Don't pout at me. You know that doesn't work, princess," what had originally started as a teasing name in the early stages of your relationship, was now one of your favourite nicknames. Sevika seemed to have picked up on how you always smiled a bit more when she called you that. So she just.. never stopped. It showed you that she cared. In her own Sevika way.

She walked back over to you, setting the tea down on the bedside table. Then sat beside you in the bed. Getting the medicine ready. You hid under your blankets. Sevika let you hide. For now, at least. Until the medicine was ready. The blankets were ripped off before you even had time to react. A small squeak of surprise leaving you. Sevika smirked and slipped the spoon into your mouth, right as you made the sound. Using the opening as her gateway. You were a fighter when it came to medicine, so she didn't even give you the chance to protest. Sevika watched you with a smug smirk as your face turned into disgust.

"There's a good girl," Sevika teased. Her hand covered your mouth. Keeping your mouth closed to make sure you actually kept it all in you. There's been times where you spat the medicine at her in protest. Sevika's learnt from that. You huffed into her hand and pouted as she got you back under your covers and comfortable. "Sleep. Stop looking at me like that."

You were pouting. Cause you really didn't want to sleep. But when Sevika was like this... there was no arguing. You did as you were told. The pout never leaving your face while you tried to drift off to sleep. Eventually, everything faded to black.

[whiskeymeaway92]

Jason Todd x sick reader

Summary: Jason leaves for a mission and comes back to reader being sick with the flu. He takes care of her. Just fluff really.

*unedited*

———————- :Readmore:

Jason was flitting around your shared apartment packing his duffle bag with the essentials, aka weapons he had stashed around. He was filling you in on what info he could.

“I don’t have an exact timeline, but I’d estimate four days, a week tops. Anything beyond that I’ll try to get a message to you”.

“Okay Jay, just be care- *achoo” careful. “Achoo”, “achoo” and come back safe.”

“You okay sweetheart? Are you getting sick? Sneezing is always the first sign of you getting sick.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, probably just dust. Do you have everything you need for your mission? First aid kit? Snacks so that you actually eat something?”

“Yeah baby, someone already put both of those things in my duffle”. Jason chuckled as he walked over and wrapped you in his arms. “M’gonna miss you, be good and stay safe for me okay? Keep this place locked up tight, you know I worry when I’m gone”.

You snuggled into his chest taking in his scent and savoring this last snuggle before he was gone for a bit. You were used to these kinds of trips but being apart was never going to be your favorite thing. “I will Jaybird, promise.” You shivered in his arms as you felt chilly all of a sudden. Jay just snuggled you closer and kissed the top of your head. After another moment he released you and stepped back to zip up his duffle. He swung it over his shoulder before stepping back into your space. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, he then pressed his forehead to yours and said “Bye baby, I love you, be back as soon as I can”.

“Bye Jay, I love you too, stay safe. He nodded and then headed out the door with all of his gear packed away where no one would see it since it was the middle of the day. Jason was going with Dick, Conner, and Tim to metropolis to track down a lead on a joint case they had asked him for help on. You liked that Jason was consulting on a case with them, you liked that he wasn’t working alone like he usually was, it gave you some comfort. You shivered again and went to check the thermostat, it was at 70 so why were you freezing cold?

Two days later you knew the answer to that question, the flu. You had chills, a fever, and zero will to live. You laid in bed with every blanket you owned, a box of tissues and the trashcan next to you Just in case you needed to throw up. Luckily you hadn’t done that at all today, maybe that was a sign things were looking up? You hadn’t had the energy to shower or eat, or do anything but lay there all day. You were exhausted from shivering and it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep.

That night Jason came home, this time through the window. He set his duffle down, took off his helmet and went searching for you. He figured you would be asleep but he did not expect to see the bedroom is such disarray. There were so many blankets on the bed he almost didn’t see you tucked into the center of them all. The trashcan next to you was full of tissues and you were cuddling the box. He sighed and mumbled to himself “sneezing is always the first sign, I knew she was getting sick.” He took a minute to change out of his tactical gear once he was in sweatpants and a t shirt he started to peel back the blanket layers until he could get to you. You were clammy and shivering and when he put a hand to your forehead you were burning up. He shook you gently “baby wake up, I’m home, I’m gonna take care of you now.” You whimpered and clutched the tissue box closer but you cracked one eye open and murmured “Jay? It’s so cold, I need the blankets, please”.

“Shhh I know baby I know, I’m gonna get you in a nice warm bath in just a minute. You have a fever, how long have you been feeling crummy?”

“The sneezes, you were right, it only got worse from there. I spent most of yesterday throwing up, today I’m just freezing, everything hurts and I’m so sleepy.”

“Okay, let’s get you up, the sooner you get cleaned up and warm the sooner you can go back to bed. When was the last time you ate something? When you answered with shrug Jason added feeding you to the list of things that needed to happen before you could go back to sleep. He let you lay there a few more minutes while he started a bath and then he came back, lifted you from bed ignoring your protests, and carried you to the bathroom. He stripped your pajamas off you and got you in the warm water. You looked exhausted so he did all the work. He shampooed and conditioned your hair, he washed your face with your favorite face wash, he soaped up a washcloth and gently cleaned your whole body. when he was done and you were thoroughly rinsed he set the tub to drain and helped you out of it, wrapping you in a towel he has tossed in the dryer to warm up. You hummed in pleasure at the warm cotton and Jason picked you up and set you on the bathroom counter. He couldn’t leave your hair wet when you were already sick and cold so he got out your brush and hair dryer and while he was no hairstylist, he made sure it was all dry and there were no tangles. You insisted you could get dressed on your own, feeling guilty for him doing everything. So Jason took that time to strip the bed and get the sheets in the wash and he got out the flannel sheets they used in the winter and put those on. He would need to swap them back once you were feeling better but he didn’t care, he wanted you warm and cozy. Just then the doorbell rang and Jason redirected his attention to the food he had ordered. Soup dumplings and noodles he had ordered from the takeout place down the street, one of your favorites and as close to an actual bowl of soup as he was going to get you to eat since you were not a fan of soup. He quickly set up the food on the coffee table and went back to check on you. You were already looking a little better, although he could tell this was taking all of the little energy you had.

“Just one more thing sweets and then you can sleep. I need you to eat something, it will help, I ordered food it’s all set up to eat while we snuggle on the couch.”

You hesitated but started to shuffle towards the living room following him, with one longing glance at your newly made bed that looked so incredible cozy. Jason is probably tired too, I’m sure he didn’t want to do any of the the task completed in the last hour either. One more thing you told yourself, keep some food down and then you could both rest.

“Thank you babe….this looks great and all but…how much do I have to eat before you let us go to bed?” You looking at him with pleading eyes and he chuckled warmly.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you can tell me the last time you ate and what it was, I’ll put this food in the fridge and we can go to bed right now. If you can’t do that then I have to assume the last thing you ate was the pb&j you ate with me before I left and that was three days ago. In that case I’ll need you to do your best and try to finish the soup dumplings at least and drink a quarter of that electrolyte drink. You said you were throwing up yesterday you need to rehydrate at the very least. Oh and I need you to take that medicine beside your food, should help bring down that fever.”

You gave him an exhausted look, truth is that pb&j probably was the last thing you ate. You just didn’t currently care, so you grumbled at him.

“I hate when you decide to be all logical, you don’t even worry about yourself this much, when was the last time youuu ate huh?”

Jason just patted the seat on the couch next to him and smirked

“I have this wonderful woman who packed me some protein bars, electrolyte drinks just like that one and some beef jerky. I made sure I ate all of it while I was gone just for you. You worry about me and I worry about you, it’s just how it works love. Come sit and eat I’ll put on something on tv for us.”

Well you couldn’t exactly argue with that now could you.

Forty minutes later you had managed to eat all of your dumplings, and drink half of the electrolyte drink. You were now snuggled up with Jason watching the game show network, or well he was watching the game show network. You were passed out on his chest snoring lightly wrapped up in the warmth of his arms and the blanket he wrapped you in. He let you sleep there until the episode of Family Feud was over and then he slowly maneuvered the two of you, doing his best not to wake you, into a sitting position. He then readjusted you until he could easily pick you up and carry you to bed. As he stood with you in his arms you stirred some but kept your eyes firmly shut muttering something he couldn’t understand.

“Shh baby, I got you, it’s time to crawl into that cozy bed like you wanted to do earlier.”

You hummed in content clearly liking the sound of that. Jason got you all tucked in and was just about to step out and clean up the living room before taking his own shower before bed when you reached for him and snagged his hand making him bend down to your level and kiss your forehead.

“Jay?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I’m sorry you had to come home from a long trip and take care of me, I thought I had one more day to pull myself together before you came home.”

Jason cupped your face in his hands and tilted your head so you were looking at him.

“Y/n, baby, love of my life…Shut up.” You both chuckled “No seriously sweets, I will always take care of you, happily for that matter. Just like you take care of me. You don’t ever need to feel like you need to pull yourself together for me, let me do that, let me gather you up and put you back together when you need it okay? I love you and that’s part of loving you, understand?”

“Yeah Jay, I understand. I love you too, so much. Thank you.”

“Always baby. Now get some rest okay, I’m going to go clean up and shower and then I’ll come join you and snuggle you until you feel better.”

You smiled and mumbled a “that sounds wonderful” as you snuggled down into the blankets more and your eyelids grew heavy again. Jason just looked at you for a moment with a soft smile on his face Before he moved for the living room. He cleaned up the food and then wiped down all the surfaces with a disinfectant to try to start de-germing the apartment. He put the sheets he washed earlier into the dryer and then snagged a quick shower before he pulled on some boxers and crawled into bed beside you. He was going to overheat, he knew that, but if you were warm that’s all he cared about. He wrapped an arm around you pulled you into his chest, letting out a content sigh as you cuddled in close and then he too drifted off for some much needed rest.

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to do some more x reader headcanons just because they’re so fun! I love the idea of the characters caring for you when you’re sick, it’s just so cute. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Warnings: None (if you don't count tooth-rotting fluff) 

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

Essentially hides you away in his room: wants more than anything to take care of you, but refuses to expose this “softer” side of him to anyone else. If anybody knew that you were the Radio Demon’s only weakness, not only would that put him in danger, but you as well.

Will prepare any food that your heart desires - his mother brought him up to be an excellent cook! His recommended feel-good food is his mother’s jambalaya, but you absolutely love when he makes etouffee!

If anybody dares to try and disturb your well-needed sleep, he broadcasts their screams to remind them just why the hotel has a radio tower… 

Will suggest that you take advantage of the bayou-side of his room for the fresh air, but of course will not force you to do anything against your complete comfort.

The best thing that he knows to do is what his mother did to him whenever he was sick: Sit in bed with him and tell him Creole folk tales. They always enamored him, and just the fact that he was allowing you to see this personal side of him made you feel better. 

At the end of the day, Alastor would take advantage of the beautiful setting that the dark bayou side of his room provided and conjure up a lovely scene of fireflies, all while softly playing his piano and singing his favorite songs to guide you to sleep (You are the only person he will let hear his singing). While Alastor may seem heartless from afar, you wouldn’t trade this demon for all of the money in the world.

🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:

Would definitely notice that you were sick before you did and insisted that you get plenty of bedrest. When you refused, insisting that you were ok, she would monitor you until you finally accepted that you were sick and let her take care of you. She would say, “I’m not saying I told you so, buuuuuut…”

Takes care of you to the point where some tasks of the hotel were neglected, but to be honest, it was a win-win for everyone in the hotel. She was happy that you were being taken care of, and everyone else was happy that they didn’t have to participate in trust exercises. 

She would crack open her book of the story of Hell - it always calms her down during an extermination, so hopefully it could calm you down as you try to sleep. 

If she absolutely had to leave the hotel to do/get something, she would most definitely buy a little keepsake and bring it back for you.

She would use her love for singing to lull you to sleep, singing sweet lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child.

You have to constantly remind her to take care of herself as well, as she will literally remain at your bedside, not caring to eat or sleep, until you get better. She often gets so caught up in caring for others that she forgets to care for herself! You tell her that it would genuinely make you feel better to see her taking care of herself as well.

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Gets more defensive over you than usual, which honestly scares everyone. Nobody wants to so much as speak to you wrong in fear of Vaggie literally attacking them. Having Vaggie around is the definition of scary dog privileges. 

She’s honestly extremely dramatic when it comes to you getting sick, which may seem ridiculous, but think about it: she was thrown away by her “family” in heaven, and now you’re the only person that she truly has. You confide in her, you allow her to let her guard down. If she lost you, she doesn’t know how she could even exist. So whether you have a cold or something more serious, she will automatically jump to the worst conclusions and get worried as Hell.

As tough as she seems, Vaggie loves to cuddle. She will literally lay in bed with you all day, not caring if she gets sick as well. You’re the only person that she can be vulnerable with, and if you have to be in bed all day, you better bet she’ll be right there next to you. 

Her love language is absolutely telling you about all the things that she would do to defend you. She will go into immense detail about the things that she would do for you, and you will always listen in awe. She has been through so much, and this is the only way that she knows how to express her true love for you. 

The last thing she wants is for somebody to feel abandoned in their struggle like she did when she fell from Heaven, especially you. She will make sure that you know how much you are valued and loved, not just by her, but by everyone at the hotel.

When you’re finally ready to get out of bed and start participating in hotel duties again, she monitors you the whole time to make sure that you’re not over-exerting yourself.

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

Is very upset and on edge - Valentino forces him to work everyday, no matter the circumstances, and not being at the hotel to care for you or at least watch over you makes him feel horrible. 

Basically forces you to sleep as much as you can, even better if it’s in his room so he can see that you’re okay immediately when he gets home.

Encourages you to cuddle with Fat Nuggets - he’s essentially a cute and cuddly heating pad. (He actually gives Fat Nuggets this adorable pep talk about how he needs to take good care of you while “dad” is at work)

He wholeheartedly believes in the power of comedy, so he essentially treats your bedrest as a stand-up comedy show for him to perform in order to make you laugh. He’ll tell stupid jokes, put together horrible dances, or even just hide in places and scare you in hopes that making you laugh will help you forget how bad you feel. 

Loves talking to you after work. You’re essentially the only person that he takes off his hypersexual mask around, and he knows that he can be himself around you, that you would never judge him. So, sometimes he will get home to find you already asleep and get in bed with you, holding you tight, whispering all of the things that he wanted to tell you about today, hoping that at least some of his words wiggle their way into your dreams. 

Loves sappy rom com movies and will 100% force you to watch them with him. He claims it’s because the “good vibes” of the romance will make you feel better, but to be honest, he just wants someone to watch his dumb movies with.

♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

Will blame himself for your sickness, claiming that he shouldn’t have let you drink so much over the past couple of days (He literally cannot comprehend the idea that people can be sick NOT from being hungover lol).

When you insist that it’s not his fault, he’ll ease up. He’ll use some of his bartending skills to make some sort of juice mocktail for you and will definitely sneak in some vitamin C to heal you faster.

Everyone - specifically Angel - will wonder why the fuck the bar hasn’t been stocked in days (It’s because Husk has been chilling in bed/taking care of you nonstop).

This is the only time that he will completely surrender to the idea of being one big stuffed animal to cuddle with. I mean, he’s warm, soft, and he purrs! What’s more therapeutic than that?

This is also a great time to get uninterrupted talking time with Husk. He’s a great listener, so you’ve always opened up to him, but it took him a while to open up to you too. He had told you that you were one of the only people that he trusted enough to confide in, but always seemed to air on the side of caution when sharing his personal struggles because it always seemed that someone would just pop up at the bar asking for a drink whenever it happened. This was one of the few times that the two of you could be completely open and vulnerable with each other without the risk of outside judgment. 

Given the fact that he was such a gambler, Husk has a knack for all sorts of card games. If you get too bored, just give him a deck of cards and the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Want him to teach you how to play poker or rummy? Done. Want him to embarrass himself while he tries to relearn some card tricks that he used to flaunt? Done and done.

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

The second you told him you were sick, he would waste no time in finding one of his many inventions that could help you in some way. He definitely has some complex medical screening device hidden somewhere that he could use… he just has to remember where he put it. 

If you complain about being sore, he will insist that you snuggle up next to him. Because he’s a cold-blooded reptile, his body is one big ice pack! On the other end, if you feel yourself coming down with some feverish chills, he has you covered! His bedroom ceiling is essentially one huge heat lamp, so feel free to chill under there, too!

Has assigned himself as your personal nurse and will provide anything that your heart desires. If it for some reason cannot be found within the hotel, he will travel to any ring of Hell necessary to make sure that you are well taken care of. This man is DETERMINED.

You can tell that he’s taking this seriously because he actually neglects his “evil duties” for a couple of days. The airship isn’t even mentioned until you heal (unless, of course, you feel that taking a ride on the airship would make you feel better. Then, of course he will set it up for you!).

Despite literally voicing his complete and utter devotion to your every flight of fancy, this man is still as awkward as ever. He will still struggle to ask you if you want to cuddle, quite literally fluttering around the subject until you bring it up for him. 

At the end of the day, though, Sir Pentious is probably the sweetest sinner you could’ve ended up with as your caretaker. He may be awkward, but boy, does he love you!

👹👼Lucifer👼👹:

While you are resting in bed, he will conjure up the most delightful images of anything you request (his favorite, though, is a group of ducklings waddling through a golden lake together 🫶)

Being the King of Hell, he has so many interesting stories to tell you if you’re willing to listen. He will gladly tell you stories as you lay in bed with him, slowly lulling you to sleep. (His daughter clearly got her love of storytelling from him).

He loves that you trust him enough to let him take care of you - he doesn’t often have people around, let alone people that he truly loves. Just your presence in his room truly fills him with so much joy.

He didn’t want to annoy you with his ramblings about his many rubber ducks so he was ecstatic when you asked him to give you a tour of all of them. This man was telling you each and every duck’s name, backstory, etc. and honestly, it was adorable. When he quickly glazed over one of the ducks anxiously, you asked why. He then shyly revealed that it was, in fact, a rubber duck that looked just like you. 

His love language is definitely gift-giving. This rubber duck would lead to him showing the many, MANY gifts he has created for you in his free time. He always has a ton of downtime, so making gifts for people is his favorite hobby. These gifts include, but aren’t limited to: various duck items, binded storybooks, music boxes, paintings, etc. This man is TALENTED, to say the least. He just hopes that looking at these will distract you enough from being sick. 

Also, his room is by far the comfiest to sleep in while you’re sick… the mood lighting that is naturally provided from his glowing light shows is simply unmatched.

[not-noelle]

strawhats x sick!reader

The door burst open, Luffy rushing to your side. "Y/n!! Are ya feeling any better?" he asked with a pout. "A little.." you replied with a weak smile, trying to cheer him up. "Will this make ya feel better?" he asked before making funny faces. You smiled at his efforts but he could tell it wasn't working. "Hm.. I hate seeing you sick, Y/n.." he said rather quietly. "Wait here, Y/n, I know what'll cheer ya up!!" he said before running out the door.

You closed your eyes, hoping to get some rest before Luffy returned. To your surprise, he brought Usopp with him. "Y/n, did I ever tell you about the time I fought 100 marines by myself?" he asked pridefully. "Well, it al-"

"OI! What did I tell you about bothering Y/n-swan? She's sick she needs rest!!" Sanji yelled, placing a bowl of soup on your bedside table. "Yeah yeah, whatever!! Back to my story. So there I was, surrounded on all sides by fierce marines. They thought they had me, but they didn't know who they were dealing with!" Usopp began, his voice full of dramatic flair. "With a single flick of my wrist, I fired off a smoke bomb, blinding them all!"

Y/n giggles, happy to be surrounded by her crew. As Usopp was ending his story, Chopper peeked his head through the door. "Is Y/n feeling any better?" Luffy waved him in with a big grin. "Not yet, but Usopp's telling a super cool story, so I think it's helping!" Chopper slowly walked towards your bed. Chopper hesitated for a moment before hopping up beside you. He looked at the soup and then at you. "I brought some medicine, too," he said softly, pulling out a small vial from his bag. "I hope it helps."

"Eh, Chopper, did I ever tell you about the time I beat a fishman at Arlong Park?!" he said with a smug smile causing the rest of you to laugh. As you enjoyed the lively atmosphere, Sanji huffed and walked over to your side. "Eat this soup, Y/n-Swan. It’s got all the nutrients you need to get better," he said gently, adjusting the bowl so it was easier for you to reach. "And no more storytelling until you’re feeling better," he added with a scowl.

Just then, Nami and Zoro entered the room. Nami had a concerned look on her face. "How are you feeling, Y/n?" she asked, walking over to your bed. "I’m okay, just a bit tired," you replied.

Nami smiled warmly and set down a small basket of tangerines she had grown. "I thought you might like these. They’re packed with vitamins, and they’ll help you feel better faster." Chopper nodded, handing one over to you.

Zoro followed her in, looking a bit gruff but with the slightest hint of concern in his eyes. "Heard you were sick," he said, nodding at you. "Hope ya feel better soon.." he mumbled.

As the crew settled in around you, sharing stories, offering comfort, and making sure you had everything you needed, you felt a deep sense of warmth and belonging. Surrounded by your friends, you knew you’d be back to your usual self in no time.

[callsignpxnguin]

John Price and his Sick Wife

It was winter time, and as was expected, the yearly flue was once again storming through the base like wildfire. The med bay was almost always packed to the brim with shivering and sneezing soldiers, and nearly everyone was stuck with some sort of illness.

Unfortunately, that included you — Captain John Price’s beloved wife.

For you, however, as soon you went down with the flu it caused a lot more problems. As the fondly adopted ‘mum’ of Task Force 141 (and just about the rest of the operators on base), everyone was near useless without you managing things, and it had now become Price’s full-time job to sit by you and swat away people at the door to allow you to get some rest as you lay in bed, flushed with a high fever.

The Captain sat in a leather chair next to your bed, a book in his hand that was mostly left unread, as his blue eyes kept flickering from the pages to you to ensure that you were okay.

It was hard for him to see you like this — his usually strong wife, so weak and tired, eyelids fluttering and nose red and raw. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you sick, but that didn’t make him any less anxious.

He kept fighting the urge to take care of you by making you some soup, running you a bath, or even just giving you a hot water bottle — but you were so far past that, and would’ve fought anything he tried to give you anyway. Instead, he just had to watch you suffer, offering what little comfort he could.

You suddenly sneezed and rubbed your nose dolefully, but tried to offer him a small smile nonetheless. You knew how stressed he got about this, and you didn’t want him to worry even more.

John only sighed, finally speaking after minutes of silence. “No need to keep that act up, love,” he murmured quietly, moving closer to your bed and sitting down next to you. His calloused hand found your own, thumb swiping across your palm. “You look bloody miserable.”

“That’s not nice,” you pouted, but your voice was weak and lacked much humour.

“S’the truth, though,” John quipped fondly, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards in a slight smile despite his otherwise overwhelming anxiety.

His hand raised up to gently brush your hair away from your face and rest his rough palm against your cheek, his smile fading into a concerned frown as he felt how hot you were. “You’re burnin’ up like a wildfire. When did you get your temperature checked?”

“…This morning?” You mumbled absently, but the thermometer on the counter next to you was already in his hands as he eased your upper body upwards against the bed frame, as much as it protested. You leant back against his chest with a soft sigh as he pried your willing mouth open and slipped the plastic under your tongue, holding it there. His free arm then immediately went around your shoulders and carded through your hair subconsciously, calming him in a way.

“And do you remember what it was?” He asked, eyes glued to the tiny numbers flashing on the screen as they kept going up.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you strained to remember, the memory of only a few hours ago fuzzy. “38. And a bit. Or maybe something completely different. I can’t actually remember.”

“Real useful, sweetheart,” he sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. The moment the device beeped, he pulled it back out of your mouth and studied it. The worried grunt he emitted made you turn to look up at him with baleful eyes.

“39.4… damn near dangerous. Bloody hell, where’s Johnny when you need him? Always there at the worst moments but never the most opportune… Johnny?” The captain called out into the corridor of the sleeping quarters.

He had previously sequestered you away into your bedroom instead of the cramped sick bay where he knew you’d be uncomfortable, much to the dismay of the poor medics who had to run over to you when something happened — but they all loved you, valued your comfort, and were too scared of Price to say anything otherwise.

As such, John had begun to rely on Soap to send messages to the nurses. Which didn’t work very well, because despite being a demolitions genius and a good damn soldier, in more casual settings the Scot was unpredictable at best and unreliable at worst.

It had to have been the Captain’s lucky day, however, because not one moment later a familiar Mohawk poked through the doorway. “Yeah, Cap’n? Missus doing okay?”

John glowered. “Not really. Fetch Sally, would you?”

Soap saluted playfully and was immediately off again to find the sweet, middle-aged nurse who was primarily in charge of your care.

“I hate that bastard,” the man grumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and letting his fingers rest idly on your shoulder.

“No, you don’t,” you scolded gently — but the sentiment was lost when you broke out into a coughing fit. Hacking, chest-tightening, choking coughs that sent you doubling over with tears in your eyes from the sheer force.

John was immediately on his feet. “Hey, sweetheart, hey… shh, shh…” He wanted, needed, to help you, but there was only so much he could do. For your fever he had a cool compress, for your mental state he had himself, and for most other things he had the nurses. But stopping a coughing fit was the one thing he was unable to do.

And it killed him, with how pained and utterly exhausted you looked once it died down.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, clutching your hand tightly — before he climbed in next to you, the old bed creaking under his weight. He couldn’t help himself. You tried to push him away — to minimise the risk of him catching this horrible flu — but you were half as strong as him at your best, let alone sick and shivering. He pushed your hands away and tucked himself in with you.

“I wouldn’t advise that, Captain,” someone else then interjected, and John groaned as Sally strode in, a sympathetic look directed towards you despite the glare she then turned onto him.

“I couldn’t care less,” John rumbled. He refused to let go of you.

“I’m not going to stop you, Captain, because it seems to have calmed her down — but it’s your funeral.” The woman set down her tray of medical equipment. “As for you, sweetie, we have two options of making you feel better. Either an IV to get some extra fluids in you…”

You paled, and shook your head with as much force as you could muster. John glanced at you with a frown, but didn’t say anything upon witnessing the terror shining in your glazed eyes.

Sally sighed. “I thought you might say that. Which is why I brought option two, which is dose you up with a few sedatives and hope you sleep it off.”

Honestly, you weren’t even a big fan of pills, but it was better than the dreaded thought of a needle remaining in your skin for hours and pumping stuff into your bloodstream. And so, you croaked a quiet, “That, please.”

“Of course, sweets.”

As she turned and busied herself with readying your dose, John turned to you and murmured in your ear, “Why not take the IV? You’ll feel better much faster.”

You shivered. “I hate needles.”

His brows furrowed, like the idea couldn’t compute. “But you’ll feel so much better.”

“I’d rather live like this for a year than get an IV.”

At that, John raised his palms in surrender. “Hey, okay, fine. I won’t make you. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I just…” He trailed off. “I just want you to feel better.” He had said it three times by now, but he needed you to know it.

You smiled softly, tension leaking from your muscles. “Thank you, John.”

He pressed another kiss to your temple as Sally made her way around to the two of you, holding three pills and a glass of water. “The reds first, then the white, okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, grimacing a bit but downing the first two quickly. Then the minute the white slid down your throat, you felt your vision swim.

“The sedative works fast. Just rest, okay? I’ll come check on you every hour or so, and I’m sure John will keep you company the whole night in case anything happens,” Sally assured, smoothing your bedsheets and packing up her stuff again.

“Thank you… Sally…” you tried to mumble in response, but your tongue felt heavy, and within the next minute you were curled up against John’s chest, fast asleep.

He held you throughout the night, whispering words of affirmation and reassurance — and like some miracle, by the time you woke up, you felt almost as good as new.

John’s throat, however, burned like hell.

[vampireunderthesunlight]

Chuuya x Reader comfort cuddles while reader is sick X3

“I'd do this and more.”

HEADCANONS

would try to finish the missions as soon as possible and give someone else the paperwork to fill out to get home sooner

actually it's one of the few periods in which you see each other practically all the time because he's usually in the office and on missions a lot and you see each other in the evenings, at dates and on days off

He doesn't get sick often, so the first few times he had to take care of you it was a bit of a mess

Makes dinner for you. Always.

If it's something serious he'll even ask Mori for advice

He'll cuddle with you all the time he's at home

SLICE OF LIFE

You were sitting on the couch in your apartment, blankets all over you and a book on your lap, when someone knocks at your door. You don't even have to check, given the time (8pm), it's surely Chuuya. You lazily get up, walk to the door -still covered in blankets- and open it. The red haired man walks in muttering a "good evening" and lets himself fall on the sofa. You close the door and guess he just got back from a mission. His coat is dirty and he's holding his hat in his hands.

"Good evening..." you reply, your voice a bit shuffled.

He turns his head and looks at you narrowing his eyes "are you sick?" He asks, even though you know he doesn't really need a confirmation. "What's with the blankets, it's not even cold. Damnit, you know you should tell me when something's off," he starts babbling about how he would have come home sooner if he had known, and in the meantime he gets up, throws his coat and hat on the couch and moves to the kitchen. You follow him around sighing, still holding onto your blankets.

"Chuuya, it's just a cold. There's no need for yo-"

He shuts you up with a shh and puts a cup of tea in your hands. "I'm preparing dinner." He says, with an assertive voice.

You stare at the cup for a few moments, then shrug and sit down on a chair, observing him while he cooks. "Thank you." You say.

"Shut it. I love you." He replies "I'd do this and more." He adds, muttering.

You smile and get up, walking behind him wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder. "I love you too."

He smiles slightly and kisses your cheek.

a/n: this was so cute thank you so much ahhhh

[sevgilimsatoru]

Leaning on you

Summary: Sick reader x Caleb

Tags: Sick reader, Caleb x reader, fluff, kind of self indulgent

Word count: 700

Caleb has a new message for you!

I never hear you say, you miss me. Should I take this as a sign that you do?

Caleb is the type who gets stressed over your health more than you'd like. It's annoying, really.

But what can you do when he is so concerned over a little cold? Comforting and cooing at you like you are going to die or something.

He stood in infront of you in your living room, lecturing you for the third time about how you should stop being so careless and how important your health is.

"I'm fine, Caleb. It's just a cold." You said, sniffling. Your nose felt stuffy. Your body felt warm and just so tired. You didn't feel like doing anything. "You'll catch a cold too if you keep this up," you said, warning him to not get too close, too comfortable, but when did he ever listen to you?

"It's not fine. If you keep shrugging it off, you aren't going to get better, you know?" Caleb said, shifting to stand beside you. His hands holding your face gently, caressing your cheek with his fingers.

"Did you eat breakfast?" He asked, squishing your cheeks. A small smile graced his face. When you nodded in return, he gently picked you up, taking you to your room.

He gently lays you down on the bed, tucking you under the sheets, and moves to sit beside you. His warm hand sliding in your hair, massaging your skull.

That felt relaxing.

"If you catch a cold, don't blame me." You said, leaning into his touch. Hoping he won't ignore your words like he did before.

"I won't catch a cold because I know how to take care of myself, unlike you." Caleb replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Do you feel hungry? I can make you some soup; it'll make you feel better."

"No, thanks. I just don't feel like eating right now." You said, tugging the sheets upwards to cover your mouth. Your nose was stuffy; you couldn't even breathe properly.

You hated this.

"That's okay… You don't have to force yourself. Just tell me whatever you want to eat when you feel like it. I'll make it for you, honey." Caleb replied, patting you on the head.

There was a comforting silence between you two. Until Caleb stood up and walked out of the room. He came back a minute later, a glass of water in his hands.

"Here, drink some. Your lips are dry; you keep forgetting to drink water." He said, gently helping you sit up and drink the water. When you were done, Caleb placed the glass on the bedside table.

"I'll let you rest, okay?" He said, turning back to walk out of the room. You sat up, grabbing his arm. Caleb stopped in his tracks, turning his head to look at you.

"Can you stay, please? Can… can we cuddle, just for a little bit?" You asked, looking up at him. You didn't want him to get sick, but you didn't want him to leave either.

"Of course, sweetie." Caleb said with a smile. Slowly, getting up on the bed. He lay down beside him, pulling the sheets over him. Tugging you close.

He was warm.

His chest was pressed against your back, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, and his cheek resting on your shoulder. He placed a kiss on your cheek, covering your hand with his own.

"I would love to cuddle properly, but I doubt you'd be able to breathe like that with your stuffy nose." He said, his legs tangled up with yours. "Such a pretty girl." He mused, placing chaste kisses on the skin of your neck and shoulder.

"It's fine; this is okay." You replied, a smile on your face. You could stay like this. You moved your head to press a small kiss on the back of his hand.

It felt good.

Comfortable.

He felt like home.

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I'm not posting as often, I really don't like doing that but I keep trying to re-write the spin off chapters that have already been done. I don't know why. Also, I got sick, again. So this was a really self indulgent drabble. The area around my ribs is suddenly hurting a lot and when it happened last time, I ended up in the hospital for like a week so yeah. But I'll be fine. Have a nice day and take care of yourself!!

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[perpetualstargirl]

A... Cold??

In which Ryomen Sukuna still isn't used to the modern world.

"I'm fine, Ryomen, it's just a cold." You say you're fine, but Ryomen Sukuna does not believe it.

You're feverish, sniffling and coughing like a madman. Your nose is red, and starting to chap from your constant nose-blowing. He's watching carefully, but you're still far too sweaty for his liking.

"You are not fine." Ryomen huffs, sneering at you. He's never cared so much in his multiple centuries of being alive. He's seen people die of less in the Heian era.

"Here. Eat." He thrusts a bowl of soup in your direction. He doesn't really know what he's doing, honestly. He googled 'what to do for sick woman' half an hour prior. But he's trying.

"Oh.. Thank you," Your weak smile makes something within him flutter. Ryomen Sukuna. Fluttering inside, like some kind of a weak mortal man.

"Shut up, woman." He's scowling as his sits beside you on the couch. He adjusts your blanket so it sits perfectly on your shoulders. He checks your temperature with a little gun thing that he doesn't really understand at all. 100.2 F.

"You're colder." He says "Still hot, but colder." His gaze shifts to the essential oil diffuser he set up on the table. Eucalyptus. Google said it would help.

"That's how cold medicine works, Ryomen," You laugh, and his scowl deepens even further. The crease between his eyebrows is deep and pronounced.

"I've seen people die from less than this.. Cold thing." He says sharply. His four eyes glare down at you. "Saying it's a cold is stupid. You're hot." He looks almost.. Upset? Worried, even.

"Ryomen- are you.. worried?" You ask and he immediately turns away from you.

"I don't worry. I'm not human, I don't care." He sounds more like he's trying to convince himself than anything.

"Okay. Sure," You eat the soup, surprised that it's actually decent.

"I made that," Ryomen says with a hum, clearly satisfied with himself and his handiwork. He watches you take another bite of the soup.

"Hey, Ryomen?" You look over to him, eyes a little watery with tears.

"What is your issue?" His voice is gruff and he's not looking at you. "Woman,"

"Thank you," you sniffle, leaning on him with your soup in hand. "For takin care of me."

"Yeah. Whatever," He wraps an arm around you. "Stop bein sick. You're annoying like this."

"Okay," You laugh. "I'll do my best."

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2