#but today i woke so weak and have a baby cough

[r3starttt]

Your eyes were so puffy already it was painful to keep them open. This was probably the third night this week you were unable to sleep due all the coughing and fever and just the general annoyance that comes physically and mentally due the flu.

And if being sick wasn’t enough, being sleep deprived had been causing you some nightmares whenever you tried to sleep. You’d only got some rest in those small moments before actually falling asleep, when you’re not too conscious yet not sleeping either, and even though those five minutes felt so good it wasn’t enough.

You were just so exhausted and frustrated, not being able to do anything but stay in bed all day. Too weak to even shower, you felt so disgusted about yourself and so ashamed for letting Abby see you like this. She insisted you looked hot still, her pretty girl, but you didn’t feel like that at all.

And you loved her and loved that she loved you so much too, but couldn’t help but feel like shit for being such a burden, for not being able to help her as you usually did. Whether you stood at home or you went out with her you always did something to keep things calm for both, to make your life’s easier. And now you couldn’t and besides that you looked horrible and felt horrible and you needed her like never but didn’t feel like asking her for anything, she was working so har lately, to attend you and help you recover. You couldn’t ask for more.

Until today. Your throat just felt so sore, your eyes felt like you’ve been crying since forever due the little sleep you’ve got and the sickness itself. And your nose and lips were burning from how much you’ve been blowing your nose lately. You needed her, to find some comfort, to see if maybe she’d got you to sleep as she usually did, just anything she could provide you, it would help and you were desperate for some of it.

“Abs… babe” your small pats on her shoulder woke her up, trying her best to open her eyes and see whatever was wrong “what happened?” the sleepiness of her voice made you smile almost immediately, waking a small regret on you for not waking her up the other days you struggled to sleep. You knew she wouldn’t mind it, but it didn’t feel right.

“can’t sleep… and everything hurts” just as you spoke you could feel the knot of tears forming on your throat. It was all the exhaustion and frustration finally coming out. And Abby knew, she noticed just by hearing your voice that you needed her, and she also knew that you only needed her when you were containing yourself for too long. So she didn’t hesitate on waking up completely, rubbing her eyes and gently sitting in the bed, opening her arms so you could cuddle with her.

“Shhh shhh it’s okay… you’re alright now” her voice was a little bit husky, yet so comforting and smooth. you crawled to her arms, making yourself some space in between all the blankets “how long have you felt like this huh? you know I don’t mind taking care of you” you could feel her arms slowly embracing you, pulling you closer to her and leaving just the right amount of space in between your bodies so you could properly breath “I’m sorry” your tears started to stain Abby’s shirt, making her heart ache “don’t apologize baby… it’s alright yeah? just let it all out”

The tears finally coming out of your body, her pretty voice guiding you trough your sleep and the warmth of her body made you have a proper sleep finally. It took her long enough to get it but it worked, after some minutes you were already pressed on her, head buried deep on her chest and arms holding on her shirt gently. You couldn’t look more prettier.

And even though your sleepy expression could still scream how overwhelmed you’ve been feeling and your breathing was still unsteady, you were finally able to rest. Not as you wished but just enough to help you get better. And it was all because of her.

an: I’m sick, AGAIN(? Third time this year and it’s only been one month. Wtf this is so homophobic 👎

Anyways, I needed the comfort. Also check this or get the fuck out of here :) thanks that’s all bye

[bep1erfics]

sung hanbin - ‘why didn’t you tell me you were sick?’ 🌷🌤️

- as you woke up, your throat was dry and you felt lightheaded. instead of heading out as per usual, you were too tired so you rested at home for the day.

- since you were exhausted, you had forgotten to tell hanbin you weren’t feeling well. to be honest, you didn’t want him to know as he would make a big deal out of it and overreact.

- during the day, he found it unusual that you didn’t leave a message or call him

- worried sick, he immediately goes to check up on you after work

- as you opened the door to find hanbin with a frown on his face, he pulls you in for the tightest hug & plants a kiss on your temples

“why didn’t you call me today? are you alright?”

staring at your pjs and pale face, he had a feeling that you were sick.

you tried to congest your bad cough and hide your fever from hanbin, but you let out a chesty cough as soon as you tried to speak.

too weak to stand, you hold on to hanbin for support as he tightens his grasp around you, not wanting to let you go.

“baby, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? i would’ve stayed home to take care of you. go lay in bed, i’ll bring you your medicine and soup, idiot.”

“it’s just a small cold, i’ll get better within seconds” you retort, giving hanbin a reassuring smile.

“when will you stop brushing over your illness? it’s not a small cold, you’re clearly sick to the bone. i just want to make sure that you’re safe. now, let’s see what you have in the fridge, shall we?”

hanbin glances over to your kitchen, but realised that you’re basically dosing off.

“just this once” he mutters under his breath.

carrying you bridal style, he brings you all the way upstairs to your room and tucks you in your bed. hanbin kneels and whispers something in your ears.

“i’ll be back when the soup is done simmering. sleep tight, princess”

you close your eyes as you inhale hanbin’s familiar scent, drifting off to dreamland.

hanbin chuckles as he admires your bare face, moving your strands of hair out of the way so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

he gives you one last kiss on your forehead before heading out of your room, turning his masterchef ego on.

[fallingintolife]

Secrets and Sickness

Request: I've been sick for 5 days now and besides the fact that I feel like crud it's really getting me down. So it got me thinking I bet Sam would take care of his girl, you know just doting on her until she's better. So if you have the time or want can you tell us about Sam taking care of his girl after getting a real bad cold?

Summary: The boys are on a hunt when you start to feel sick…but of course instead of telling your boyfriend Sam, you try to handle it yourself…Spoiler-That doesn't go so well…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst because Sam is worried, and talk of a cold

Word Count: 1,704

A/N: Anon, I'm sorry I'm just getting this to you but I hope you are feeling much better by now 💕 I'm sending you all the love and hugs along with some nice caring Sammy 💕

It started with just having the sniffles at first; running and stuffy nose, normal allergy/ weird weather changes like symptoms. So when Sam and Dean went off on a hunt for a few days, leaving you at the Bunker, you were just excited to have some time to yourself. Until day two of being home alone when you woke up with your throat feeling so sore and raw, like a dragon had blown fire down it, causing even just swallowing to be highly painful. Throughout day two was when your cough started. It was like a tickle at first but than escalated into feeling like something was stuck in your throat that you just couldn’t get out. So now, here you were, on day three, five in the morning coughing your lungs out, while trying to get up out of bed  to get water, but feeling too weak because of being dehydrated. That and probably because of the fever you most definitely were running. Sam had told you last night that him and Dean would be home by lunch time today so you only had about six hours to go.

You knew that if you had told Sam you were sick he would have driven through the night to get home to you but you knew it wasn’t that serious. I mean it was a cold! Everyone got colds! You were a hunter and you’d be damned if you were going to complain about it, especially to Sam and Dean. So you allowed yourself two more minutes on the floor before getting your shit together. You were fine.

Sam knew the minute he had called you last night and you didn’t pick up, but instead texted him that something wasn’t right. Whenever you two were ever apart you always wanted to talk to him on the phone so he immediately knew something was up. He had told Dean about how you were acting and had asked if they could just drive through the night so he could make sure you were okay. Dean didn’t hesitate, and continued to drive.

Dean liked you and Dean didn’t truly like nor trust many people, but he did like and trust you.You made Sam happy, so automatically that made Dean happy. Not that he would ever admit it to you but he liked having you around just in general. You made the best pie, could even hold your liquor as well as the boys, and also you just cared. Not just about Sam, but Dean too and that meant a lot.

You and Sam had been dating for the last two and a half years but known each other for an additional four. You and Sam just clicked. You both knew each other’s deepest darkest secrets but still loved each other which definitely meant something. You loved each other, truly.

As soon as Dean parked Baby, Sam was already up the stairs and in the Bunker.

“Y/N! Hey honey, we’re home.” He froze mid step down the hallway to the bedroom you both shared when he heard a loud cough, and then realized you were in the middle of the hallway leaning against the wall.

Sam didn’t remember how he managed to get to you but next thing he knew you were in his arms. You were sweaty which had to be because your body was burning up. You were running a fever, a high fever at that. “What the hell Y/N? Jeez you're burning up…” Kissing your forehead, while picking you up he headed toward you and Sam’s bedroom.

You tried to argue, to say something but you didn’t have the energy, and to be honest you weren’t really even sure if Sam really was here or if you were hallucinating from your fever. Once he got you into the bedroom, Sam quickly stripped you out of your sweat soaked clothes as he waited for Dean to grab the thermometer that he had yelled for as soon as he had heard Dean enter the Bunker. Just when he had gotten you into one of his t-shirts was when Dean entered.

“Shit, kiddo.” Dean grumbled in disapproval, as he handed Sam the thermometer. Luckily, he had grabbed the quick reading forehead one.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

102.8

Sam ran his hand through his hair. How long had you been running a fever and how long had it been his high? And who knows… What if it was even higher? This wasn’t good. He could tell by the sound of your cough and the small rattle sound that came from your chest when you breathed that if you didn’t already have pneumonia it was headed that way. Another loud wet cough racked through your body.

“Make sure she drinks this and get her to cough all that shit up. I’m gonna make a run into town to get her some medicine. I shouldn’t be long.” Placing a cold wet washcloth on your head, while placing tissues, a trash can, and a bottle of Gatorade next to you, Dean quickly made his way to the Impala, keys already in hand.

With a sigh, Sam gently maneuvered you so that you were laying in-between his legs and against his chest so he could support you. Placing the cold washcloth back on your forehead, you whined in protest and began coughing.

"I know, I know, baby. It's alright. Here, sit up. I need you to cough all that up." Sam helped support you as you coughed up all the stuff that had been sitting in your lungs into the trash can. Rubbing your back gently, he continued to praise you until you lean back against him. He sat the trash can back down and opened the Gatorade for you. "That's my girl. Here, I need you to drink some of this okay? There we go. Thank you baby." He pushed your sweat hair out of your face as you drank down the lemonade. After you drank about half, he sat it back down.

"Sammy?"

You croaked as you looked up at him with groggy, sad eyes. He knew you didn't feel well and as much as he wanted to lecture you about not saying anything now wasn't the time. Right now you needed rest and you needed Sam to help you feel better.

"Yeah, love?"

"I don't feel good." Sam frowned as he kissed the top of your head.

"I know, baby. It's alright, I'm here now. I've got you. Get some rest okay? I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here when you wake up." You snuggled into his chest too exhausted to say anything else.

Dean had come back after twenty months with a slew of medicines for you. Sam had gotten you to take them and then he and Dean took turns (after Dean insisted…)  to make sure you were getting a new dose every few hours. You didn't even wake up until noon the next day.

You woke up with your chest and throat killing you. You guessed it was from the coughing. As you rubbed your face wondering when Sam and Dean would get home was when you realized that your head was most definitely not laying on a pillow. You let out a groan as you covered your face with your hand. So you weren't dreaming. They really were home. You tried to cover your cough when you felt Sam chuckled.

"Hey, there's my girl. How are you feeling?" He was smiling down at you as he pushed your hair back, partially to comfort you and partially to make sure your fever was still gone. You avoid eye contact as you mumbled, "I'm good. I'm sorry I worried you…" Sam frowned. He gently sat up, you still in his lap, as he looked at you. You tried to put your face into his chest, but he carefully moved your chin upwards for you to look at him.

"Hey, it's okay Y/N. I mean, yeah I was kind of concerned when I saw you laying on the floor when I got home…" He let out a nervous chuckle, as he ran his other hand through his hair. You tried to move your face away from him but he gently held your face still. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, honey?" You just shrugged, still looking down as your eyes filled with tears, a cough building in your chest and began to cough. Sam frowned in concern and hugged you gently to him. He didn't understand why you wouldn't tell him that you were that sick…

After a few minutes of silence you looked up at him.

"It's just a cold. I mean I'm a hunter Sam. A stupid little cold shouldn't be able to affect me like this. You and Dean have gone through so much worse…" You looked at as another coughing fit began. Sam looked at you uneasily, as he grabbed some water for you. As you drank, Sam spoke.

"Y/N, everyone gets sick. Even me and Dean, and this isn't just a cold baby. You definitely have bronchitis. Luckily Dean and I got home when we did so you didn't end up with pneumonia. It doesn't matter what Dean or I have gone through, sickness can kill too…" You watched Sam as he spoke and could see how scared he truly was. You put your water bottle down, and gently put your hand on his face.

"I hear you. I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell you." Sam gave you a small smile and kissed you nose, which made you giggle and then cough. Before you laid back down, Sam gave you your next dose of medicine before you snuggled into him. You noticed he had already pulled up a new TV show you both had been wanting to watch. You smiled at him and he just pulled you closer into him.

Twenty minutes in and you were already out. Sam didn't care though. He loved you and he was going to take care of you. He was going to show you that, I mean he had already told you he wasn't going anywhere, and he meant it.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can you make a oneshot where Alex Danvers plays Mario Kart with Baby Danvers because Baby Danvers is sick?

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Already the day before at the DEO you showed small signs of illness during a mission. Weakness, indescribable sweating, mixed with a high fever and flu-like symptoms whereupon J´onn sent you home to rest.

He noticed that one of his favorite Danvers actually looked a little more sickly than they were letting on and grimaced. Even if you shook your head frantically and tried to suppress a cough, your eyes were dull, your skin pale and your cheeks seemed to glow in an unusual reddish color.

In that state, he did not want you to continue working.

Even after J´onn called your siblings to the lab you were working in and the redhead put a hand on your forehead, you did not let go of your lie. "Hey, girls. I am not sick," you said with a sniffling nose and yet they were undeterred and sighed almost in unison. "You are running a fever. Kara will take you home now and you will go to bed. No back talk."

Nodding, you stood up, took off your lab coat and disappeared from the small lab into the changing room. You gave up arguing with your siblings, had to admit to yourself that they were right.

Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. You have not been feeling so great for days. You froze no matter how high you turned the heater on in the lab, your nose ran non-stop and made it difficult for you to breathe. Your throat was sore when you ate or drank, and you had a sore taste on your tongue from the violent fits of coughing you were trying to suppress.

Kara took you home, had quickly rummaged in the bathroom for pills and medicine in the drawer for headaches and coughing. She put all the different medicines on the table in the living room and prepared a teapot for you, humming softly to herself.

Meanwhile you lay down on the sofa and closed your eyes. You were very lucky to have such wonderful sisters, they were the ones who looked after you so lovingly when you were sick and vice versa.

"Here, I made you some tea. I want this pot to be empty before Alex and I come home tonight," she said, smiling at you. You gratefully accepted the tea and rubbed your forehead with the back of your hand before taking a sip from the full cup. "Will be done, mom."

The blonde rolled her eyes before kissing you on the top of your head and leaving you alone. She wanted to stay with you and take care of you, but today was one of those days when Supergirl was constantly needed.

You spent most of the day resting, falling into a peaceful sleep shortly after Kara´s disappearance. You woke up briefly in the afternoon and turned around, but your body did not want to go back to sleep so you made it your mission to counteract your boredom.

Laying comfortably on a pillow in front of the TV, you rekindled your childhood. Water and tea were set aside, some cough drops from the bag spilled wildly across the table while blank papers of them lay on the floor.

The images of Mario Party, Bandicoot and SpongeBob SquarePants flickered on the flat screen TV for the next few hours, immersing you in your own world. Only when your two siblings came home with dinner that evening did you come back to reality.

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During the dinner together, the redhead asked you to compete against her in Mario Kart and your face looked determined to finish her off. Meanwhile, Kara was tired after the hard day and lay down on the free couch, watching Yoshi and King Boo shooting each other.

You fidgeted happily on your stomach to adjust your awkward position on the floor, leaning slightly against your big sister and uttered a few loud coughs meanwhile the redhead tried to focus on what was happening on the screen while taking a sip from her beer.

You really enjoyed being around your sisters in a calm environment without work getting in the way. And even if you were actually too old for something like that, the whole thing was still a lot of fun for all of you.

You drove skillfully and calmly along the routes while Alex concentrated on every little thing on the screen and pressed the buttons with sweaty hands. Kara, on the other hand, ate the last potstickers that were left and could not help but laugh at the soft curses coming from the oldest Danvers.

Cheering, you threw the controller in front of you after your deserved victory and turned to Kara, who sat amusingly on the sofa and watched you conquer the Mario Kart tracks. Her gaze literally melted away at your happy sight of the golden trophy. "Look who is at the top of the list and who only came third and got beaten by an non player character," you stated and a wide grin spread across your still sickly looking face.

"You do not play fair! You cheat!"

Alex was not too thrilled about standing on the last winner´s podium. Usually, she way always the first when she played against Winn. But you were a tougher opponent, with good luck for the gifts.  "I do not cheat! I gave you time to pass me several times-" you began, but were immediately cut off. "Nevertheless you managed to sneak up on me from behind and then throw those green Koopa things at me"

"It is not my fault thatyou drive like an old granny in first gear!" you stuck out your tongue and leaned towards her. The redhead rolled her eyes and gently pushed you away from her. The blonde grunted and started laughing uproariously at the comparsion while the redhead gave you a look that could kill you. You had provoked her and now you had to suffer for it. She jumped on top of you and tickled you through, you squealing happily as she did so. "Alex, leave her alone. She can not breathe anymore"

"I want revenge"

[goldenempyrean]

As Long As You Need

〚 Prompt - “You’re really going to take care of me like this?”  〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Wordcount - 540 〛

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Working on the set of an exciting upcoming film was fun. Having to spend a whole day shooting in freezing cold rain… Yeah - not so fun. 

Despite the regular breaks and countless hot chocolates, you still found yourself unable to shake off the chill from the water hours later. But having the chills was the least of your problems. Lizzie had mentioned in passing a few days ago that her throat had been hurting but you’d both just chalked it up to her seemingly endless dialogue taking its toll on her.  

But the next day after filming, it became obvious that it was definitely not just a sore throat. Lizzie woke up the next morning feeling even worse. Her throat was incredibly sore, and she had developed the touch of a fever overnight, it was low but it was still there. 

Luckily for the two of you, neither of you had scenes today meaning she could spend the day cuddled up in bed whilst you doted over her endlessly.  

After explaining what you were going to do, Lizzie muffled a series of coughs into the duvet before asking, “You’re really going to take care of me like this?” 

You smile warmly at Lizzie, gently placing a hand on her forehead to check her temperature. "Of course, I’m going to take care of you sweetheart.” 

You grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and offered it to her. "Here baby, drink some water. It'll help soothe your throat." As she sipped the water, you asked, “Is there anything you need my love, anything at all?” 

Lizzie looked up at you with a weak smile and a grateful expression. She took a few sips of water and nodded, appreciating the soothing effect it had on her sore throat. "I think some hot tea would be nice," she said softly. "Maybe something with honey to help with the cough. And if you could find some throat lozenges, that would be great too, only if it's not too much trouble." 

“It’s not too much trouble at all.” You nodded understandingly and made your way to the kitchen. You filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, rummaging through the tea cabinet to find Lizzie's favourite herbal blend. You added a generous spoonful of honey to the mug, knowing that it would provide some much-needed relief. 

While the tea steeped, you went to the bathroom and gathered a few throat lozenges from the medicine cabinet. You returned to the bedroom with the tray, carrying the steaming mug of tea and throat lozenges. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you handed Lizzie the mug and placed the items within her reach. "Here you go, sweetheart. Drink the tea slowly, and the honey should help soothe your throat.” 

Lizzie took a grateful sip of her tea, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She sighed in relief, the soothing herbal blend and honey working their magic. "Thank you, love. This feels amazing." 

You smiled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm glad it's helping. Just relax and take your time. I'll be here to take care of you for as long as you need." 

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[lacyscabinet]

One of those days

A/N: wrote this in 10 minutes mid panick attack, let's say that instead of doing something stupid I incanalated everything I pent up here. I'm not sure what's in here but I'm pretty sure it's triggering, I also don't reassure it's gonna be good. I'm not really thinking straight at the moment so maybe I'll delete this in a few hours if I realize it's too much

please do not read of this upsets you in anyway, your safety comes first <3

not proofread (will probably not be added to my masterlist)

Warning: suicide attempt, multiple graphic description of triggering acts, blood, blades, depression.

It was one of those days, one of the days that made you feel like killing yourself.

As soon as you opened your eyes you felt the horrible weight of life, only the thought about getting up was painful, but you tried, you had promised Nat that you would get better, as soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you felt like wanting to die that same instant, the heavyness of your limbs, the numbness in your head,

you felt like dying today.

Your parents were out of town, and your mind started to think about doing something that you promised not to do anymore.

You raised you arm a bit and took a quick glance of the small scars you placed on yourself, a lot of time passed since the last time you cut yourself.

That day Natalie found you in your bathroom drenched in your own blood, you faintly remembered her screams "Don't leave me please! Y/N, please stay with me!" You remembered the look on her face when your eyes opened, her orbs where red and swollen, tears rolling down her puffy cheeks, and her hoodie full of your blood, she was rocking you in her arms and stroking your hair.

When she saw that your eyes opened she pulled you closer to her heaving chest, sobbing but trying to be strong for you at the same time, "I thought i lost you! Don't do that again please, y/n, i love you, so so much and you can talk to me".

After the shock was a bit gone, she cleaned you up with watery eyes, your tears where silent but you sobs washed through your body like waves, she changed both of your clothes and patched up the fresh cuts on your wrists.

Then she took your weak body to your bed and tucked you under the soft white sheets, sliding next to you and pulling you as close as possible, there you talked about what happened and you admitted that you were struggling depression from a while now. That day Nat kind of saved your life and you promised her to never harm yourself again.

Untill today.

You where in your bathroom looking for the little razor blade you hid from Natalie 'just in case...' and then you heard your phone ring from the other room, it was too far and you just wanted to feel the blissfull sting of the blade on your wrists.

One

Two

Then on the other wrist

One

Two

You closed your eyes breathing was becomind harder, mabe you went too deep this time, red blood was pouring out, your vision blurring and your phone ringing again, you decided that it was better for you to answer, it was her for sure, Natalie, and you had to make her think that you where all right, so you brought your phone to the bathroom and answered the call

"Hey baby, everything good? Why did you took so long?" She was concerned and you could tell.

"I just woke up late" your voice weak and trembling.

"Are you sure you're all right? Look, if you are having a bad day i could just stay with y..."

"NO!" you said a little louder then expected and started to cough, noticing that there was some blood coming out of your mouth.

"Y/N i'm coming to your place right now, but you have to stay on the phone okay?" she steated with a firm voice .

"No Nat... i'm fine, really... I'm just... I'm... really tired, that's all..." your eyelids grew heavier, until you wobbled and you fell on the ground overtaken with emptyness.

After a couple minutes, the intense numbness got me fully, I faintly heard keys opening my door and footseps getting closer to me

"No, no, no, no, stay awake come on!" She picked you up in her arms "Y/n, keep your eyes open please, I know you can do it" she got up from the floor and opened the shower, sitting down and holding you tightly, the cold water hitting your face,she took your wrist trying to stop the blood, panic was all over her face "Okay i got you, it's gonna get better, promise, just stay awake please, I can't lose you"

"Just know that I love you Natalie"

Dark.

You woke up to the sound of a steady heartbeat on a monitor, a hand squeezing your tightly, you found yourself in a hospital room, turning your head you noticed that your hand was held by Natalie's

"Hey " she said with a big smile on her, you could see how tired and worried she really was behind her strong facade

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"You don't have to think about it now" she cut you mid sentence "it's all over now, you just lost a lot of blood, luckly we have the same blood type"

"I love you Natalie"

"I love you too" she paused for a second and then added "You scared me so much love, I thought I really lost you this time, I booked an appointment with a therapist, we could go together if you want, it should help you to you know, deal with all you bad thoughts"

Nodding you couldn't help but feel grateful to always have someone like Natalie, someone who in a way or another, always tried to bring out the best in you, and that was enough to get through another one of those days.

be well guys <3

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Immunocompromised

Pairing: steddie x reader

Mentions: hospitals, sickness, worrying

This was requested by the lovely or handsome @mariexoxosblog

When you woke up on the middle of the night you were sure it was just from a nightmare I mean you had the usual call signs of it you were sweaty, you couldn’t stop shaking, but when the scratchyness of your throat became noticeable and water didn’t fix it you cursed “fuck” you were sick, you thought it was just a cold atleast you hoped it was just a cold

What you thought was just a 2 day cold turned into a week long cold then 2 weeks that’s when you came to realization that it was much more serious then, you were lethargic too tired to change your clothes or get up from bed as you hawked up what felt like another lung

Eddie and Steve were worried sick about you you hadn’t talked to or visited them in weeks and they grew anxious of where you could’ve gone or what could’ve happened to you minds racing to the worst scenarios possible they made it their mission that night that they’d show up and figure out exactly what’s going on

“Sweetheart” Eddie called out letting himself in with the spare key you had given him “baby?” Steve echoed walking past Eddie looking up your stairs “are you home?” He questioned only to be met with loud wet coughs echoing through the other wise quiet house, they looked at each other then back up the stairs making their way up slowly

With a soft knock they entered your room taking in the sight of tissues and half empty water bottles covering the floor and every other surface “baby?” Steve questioned reaching for the lump in your bed only to be met with more wet coughs and your raspy voice “don’t come closer Stevie, Ed’s I don’t wanna get you sick” you began coughing again hunching over the side of the bed in hopes of getting whatever was in your throat out

“Sweetheart how long have you been sick” Eddie asked worriedly reaching over to feel your forehead flinching back when you were burning to the touch “I dunno” you sniffle coughing roughy “maybe a couple of days what’s today?” You question everything hazy “it’s Friday love September 5th” you blink slowly “so 2 weeks then” Eddie and Steve give each other incredulous looks before looking back at you “baby” Steve says calmly “we’re taking you to the hospital” you shake your head rasping out “can’t afford it” Steve sighs as Eddie reaches to pick you up bridal style “I’ll pay for it don’t worry We just want you better” with that they care you down the stairs carefully laying you in Steve’s car your head laid against Eddie’s lap Steve reaching back to squeeze your hand wincing when you let out another wet cough

When they rushed you into the hospital you were immediately taken away to get treatment leaving Eddie and Steve clutching each other’s hands worried about what would happen to you and if you’d pull through

“Mr.Harrington, Mr.Munson?” The doctor calls into the waiting room eddie and Steve shooting up from their seats and rushing over “is she okay? Is she dead? Oh god we should’ve checked sooner” Eddie rambled only to be snapped out of by Steve. The doctor just laughed and shook his head “no no she’s fine boys, it’s a good thing you brought her in when you did if it had gone any longer there would’ve been permanent damage” the boys sighed in relief leaning against each other “can we see her” Steve questions the doctor nods “I don’t know if she’ll be awake she’s very weak at the moment” he says as he leads them down a grey hallway “right in there” the doctor points before closing the door behind him

There you were in a fitful sleep hooked up to machines and tubes “oh sweetheart” Eddie whispers making his way to your side gently taking your hand being mindful of the leads in the back of it “sorry we didn’t check sooner”. He sniffs reaching up to caress your cheek your eyes fluttering open “Eddie, Stevie” you mumble with sleepiness as well as love “were right here baby” steve reassures taking a seat on your other side “what happened?” You mumble blinking slowly as you take in the sight of the machines and fluorescent lights “you were really sick sweetheart” Eddie replies pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand

“Knock knock” the doctor announces chasing Eddie and Steve to look over at him “how are feeling ma’am” he questions you “a little better still shitty though” you try to laugh only to begin coughing again Steve rubbing your back in circles to help you through it “well a little is better than nothing” he smiles “well it seems you had Pneumonia miss, did you know you were immunocompromised?” He questions staring at you, you nod “have been since I was a kid” Steve and Eddie look at you with wide eyes whispering “why didn’t you tell us that” you just wave them off continuing to listen to the doctor “we’ve prescribed you some antibiotics and you’ll be able to be discharged tomorrow afternoon” he smiles showing his pearly whites “just make sure your more careful outside, don’t come into contact with people who are sick and make sure your taking your prescribed medications” with that he sets down his chart and leaves

“Sweetheart” Eddie pouts looking over at you “when were you gonna tell us you were compromised” he huffs, you just shrug “you both were already super protective I didn’t need more added to it” you squeeze their hands gently “baby were protective because we care” Steve replies kissing your cheek softly “I know I know” you grumble but smile “well since that’s outta the way your moving in with us no ifs, ands, or buts about it” Eddie shakes his finger in your face pulling away when you go to bite him “fine fine but I’m gonna make sure to snore really loud” you giggle before coughing again “that’s fine as long as your safe with us” Steve smiles squeezing your hand

[wetsnifflesneeze]

Carolina and Alison (Cold) (Sneezefic) (Part 2) (F/F)

Continuing with these 2 cuties because there are simply not enough w/w f/f posts 😡 There's some mild hurt/comfort/trauma here in this part. It's mild.

Carolina woke up and glanced over at her girlfriend. She was so happy to wake up in her bed, as always, especially when she felt like Alison needed her. Which today and last night she definitely did. When Alison woke up with her nose too congested to fall back asleep she was there with tissues, she was there with some honey and soothing lozenges for her throat and of course kisses, lots of kisses. She rubbed Alison's back whenever she coughed softly into her pillow or Carolina's shoulder.

As she looked over at Alison she couldn't help but to notice how pale she looked. She looked beautiful but at the same time she did look sick. Carolina gently placed her palm on her girlfriend's forehead to check for a fever. She could tell straight away, no need for a thermometer. "Oh poor baby" she murmured softly.

"Hey baby, good morning" Carolina said sweetly as she stroked Alison's face and gave her a gentle kiss"

"Hey.." Alison replied weakly after making a little moaning noise. She just looked at Carolina with a pained expression on her face and sniffled.

Carolina looked into her poor girl's eyes, she could see them all glossy and her pupils dilated from the fever she had. "You don't feel good today at all, do you?" She asked sympathetically.

"Cari... I feel so much worse than yesterday" Alison's voice broke and she started to cry.

"Shhhh it's okay baby, c'mere, shhh I know you're scared angel... hey it's okay.."

Carolina was right. Alison was scared. She wasn't crying her eyes out just because of her fever, there was something else. She knew her girlfriend pretty well and she happened to know that Alison had health anxiety. As a child, she had severe pneumonia, due to her parents carelessness more than anything else... which greatly upset Carolina to find out. In her mind Alison is an angel who deserved better and she is going to give her better. Holding her closely as she sobbed into her chest, still scared and traumatized after those weeks in the hospital and the physical and emotional pain of it.

"I'm here sweetheart" Carolina cooed. "Not gonna let anything bad happen to you okay? I'm not your parents, you know that."

Alison cried until she ran out of breath and started to cough. Carolina gently rubbed her back and kissed her head. Carolina gently rocked her as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "You're okay honey, I just need you to take some medicine for this fever you have and you'll feel so much better."

"Okay *SNNNFF* ugh I'mb sorry, I got your t-shirt all wet"

"Baby don't apologize for crying, ever okay"

" 'kay *SNFFF* Cari? ...HhuhTSSSCHIEEW"

"Bless you. Yes, my love?"

"Could you pass me sombe tissues?"

"Oh of course, sorry I should've thought of that."

"It's okay *SNF* I just... I feel so weak I don't wanna move, I don't even know if I could"

"You don't have to move at all my love, that's why I'm here. Thank you for telling me what you need." Caroline gave her a kiss. "Here, let me.." She gently wiped Alison's tear streaked face and then held some tissues to her nose "Now, blow your nose. That's it, good girl. Okay, now it's time for medicine." Carolina passed her a couple pills and then also held a spoon of liquid to her mouth.

Alison suddenly shivered. "Aww poor thing, you're shaking" Carolina wrapped her arms around her once again and held her close. "Here I'll get you warmed up" she kissed Alison's warm forehead.

"HEIIISSSSHHIEW ugh sorry *Snffl*" Alison raised a hand to cover her mouth slightly as she sneezed into Carolina's chest.

"Bless you, Ali. Don't apologize sweetie. You can sneeze on me all day, I don't mind."

"I could get you sick though"

"I don't care about that" to prove her point she placed her hand under Alison's chin to gently tilt her head up for a soft kiss on the lips. After a few seconds Alison sniffled and broke away before sneezing into the other girls shoulder "ATiiiisSHHIEW"

"Bless you, I'm so sorry you feel like shit but I think you're adorable."

"Okay, you must really love me" Alison chuckled.

"Oh, I do. Like you have no idea." Carolina said as she wiped a little bit of snot trailing from Alison's nose. "I know you're probably exhausted since you didn't sleep very well last night so come lay down on me and fall back asleep"

"Yeah, okay, *snf* that sounds ndice HETsSSHIIIEEW" this time she sneezed uncovered into her girlfriends chest.

"HeEiiSSHIIEW ATiIISHHIEW EEIIIISHHIIEW guh”

"Oh bless you, my sneezy baby"

"Sombtimes I sneeze a lot when I'mb sick..kinda embarrassing *SNNFF*"

"Well I think your sneezes are cute so lucky me"

Alison smiled and cuddled closer to Carolina "you make me feel so loved, thanks for taking care of me"

"hhhKTSSSSTHIEW"

"Bless you, gorgeous." Carolina held her and played with her hair until she fell back asleep.

~Thanks for reading

~ I love these 2 so much 🥰🥺

[kpopsickies]

Because I Care

Sickie: Vernon

Caretaker: Seungkwan 

{thanks to my lovely editior, you know who you are (= }

~appx 2020~ 

Seungkwan p.o.v

I had noticed that Vernon had seemed off all day. And if I didn't know any better I'd think he was avoiding me. This morning when I woke up he was already out of our room. Which never happens. During schedules he was quiet, even more so than usual, and he was often unseen when we weren't filming. And after filming when I asked him if he wanted to go out to eat with me, he quickly turned me down and left the room without even looking back at me. I began thinking about what I could have possibly done that made him this mad at me. 

That night when the group got back to the dorms I quickly followed Vernon, he went straight to the bathroom. I stood outside the door waiting for him to come out. That was when I heard something coming from the bathroom. I pressed my ear to the door and realized the sound was sneezing. I grew concerned. I knew Vernon had allergies because he'd mentioned it one time, but I didn't think it'd be this bad. He sounded like he was in pain. I tentatively knocked on the door. "One sec" he called, his voice was stuffed up. "Vernon, it's me. Hon let me in" I knocked again. It goes quiet on the other side of the door, "Baby?" I said I knocked again. "You okay?" I asked, hearing another sneeze. I heard him cough, it sounded itchy. "Yeah" 

"Please let me in. Whatever it is I did I'm sorry" he went silent, then the lock clicked. He opened the door. I tried not to totally freeze in shock when I saw him. I put my hand on his cheek, "oh baby." He sniffled, "Kwan, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for a-hh-hhtChhUh- hh-tchHuUh, *snf* I'm sorry for avoiding you." 

"Nonnie, why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good?" 

"I feel fine" he turned away and coughed. 

Vernon p.o.v 

I felt bad for avoiding Seungkwan, especially how sad he looked after I turned down his dinner offer. Once I got back to the dorms I quickly ran into the bathroom. It was rare, but every once in a while my allergies would get so bad they made me feel sick. My whole face itched, my eyes were swollen, it was hard to breathe, my throat was itchy and because I had spent so much time today holding back and stifling sneezes it seemed to have snowballed. Now it felt like I couldn't stop.

When I was in the bathroom I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to let the members know about how much I was struggling so I tried to make my voice sound as natural as I possibly could. I was shocked to hear Seungkwan on the other side. He seemed worried, I guessed he heard me sneezing. 

I felt guilty when he told me he was sorry. I quickly opened the door. He stared at me and gently touched my face. I felt a wave of guilt hit me when I saw how concerned he looked. I apologized as quickly as possible. He shook his head, "Nonnie why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good." I tried to hide my blush at his nickname, "I feel fine" I coughed after. He shook his head again, "Vernon, what's going on? Have you been sick all day?" I shook my head, I avoided his eyes. "Vernon, look at me please" I glanced back to his eyes, I saw nothing but care and love. "I'm sorry for avoiding you. But I'm not sick. It's my allergies" 

"I didn't know they were this bad" he brushed an allergic tear off my cheek. "Uh.. I usually try to hide in the studio when they get this bad. I couldn't today, because of our schedule" I sniffled, "Nonie, why didn't you say anything? I could have done something." He looked so genuine and sincere. "I didn't want to bother you" he shook his head, "are you kidding me? You? Bother me? Hon, you could never bother me. I will always take care of you. No matter what." I hugged him, and kissed his forehead. "Thank you" 

"Allow yourself to lean on me. I may be short but I'll be here to hold you up" I smiled, "thank you" 

"There's nothing wrong with showing weakness baby. I know you don't like to have a lot of attention. That's my job" he laughed at his own comment. "But you still are allowed to show weakness" he kissed me. "I love you Kwannie" 

"I love you too" he smiled and tapped my nose, "let's get you some allergy medication before you stop breathing." He kissed me again. I smiled and nodded, he took my hand and pulled me into our room. 

~two years later~ 

Seungkwan and I had been dating for nearly 6 years and I still get nervous being sick or showing weakness at times. No matter what. Seungkwan noticed this and began being extra sweet and gentle with me. It still didn't mean I was any more comfortable with sneezing in public. I still hated sneezing or coughing in public. So whenever we had schedules or concerts or anything like that on days when my allergies were bad or I was sick I noticed Seungkwan would go out of his way to be next to me.  

There was a nasty cold that had gone around the group and I was the first one to get it, it then spread to the rest of the maknae line and eventually the group and while everyone had recovered, I was still here, suffering from it. Curse my shit immune system. But still, our manager decided I was well enough to resume schedules. Unfortunately I still had a stuffy nose and a cough. Plus I was sneezing more than I usually did. Seungkwan seemed to notice my apprehension when the company informed us we would be doing a full group vlive. 

Seungkwan p.o.v 

I saw the color drain from Vernon's face when they said we would do a group vlive. I knew he wasn't feeling good and therefore was even more sensitive than usual. Especially because I knew he really didn't want to cough or sneeze on camera if he could avoid it. I pulled Jeonghan and Seungcheol to the side. "Hey hyung, if it's not too much to ask can I please be next to Vernon during the group live?" I asked them, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. "Sure, is he okay?" 

"Yeah, because he's still recovering I want to keep an eye on him." they both nodded. 

Once the vlive started I stayed close to Vernon, I kept my arm around his waist and would occasionally lean my head to his shoulder. Just wanting him to know I was there. I could feel him relax every time. Which made me feel better. 

About halfway through the live I felt him tense up suddenly. I glanced over at him and saw him sniffling, he kept swallowing, anxiety showing on his face. I leaned close to his ear, "Don't worry. It's okay" he smiled at me. He leaned away from me slightly and coughed into his elbow. I smiled encouragingly at him. He sniffled, and sneezed once. "Bless you" I whispered to him, I placed my hand on his thigh. He glanced at me and smiled. "You okay?" I whispered. He nodded. 

"Vernon, some of the comments said bless you" Hoshi said, this brought attention for the members over to him. He blushed and nodded. I wrapped arm around his waist I pulled him closer to me. "It's okay. They do it because they care." I whispered. He smiled at me. "Thank you" he said. "Anything for you baby" I whispered, not really caring if anyone heard me, "I love you." he blushed, "Love ya too." 

[jeongyeonluvr]

whenever you have time can you do cgs!misana and little!namo? i cant think of anything specific but i trust you 🫣

sick days

(ur putting to much trus on me i fear💀)

|| cg!Mina+Sana little!Momo+Nayeon

•CW: medicine, throw up

Today, Mina and Sana both hoped that it could be a relaxing day. But as soon as they seen their littles, they knew it was only a 25% chance it was gonna be relaxing.

Both Nayeon and Momo were sick and when they become sick, they become very clingy. At the moment, Nayeon was crying out for one of her Mamas as she woke up.

Which caused Momo to also wake up and start crying from the icky feeling. A couple seconds pass and then one of their caregivers, Mina, entered the room.

"What's wrong my chickpea’s?" She said giving them both kisses on the forehead. "Feelin' icky!" Nayeon said as Momo nodded her head in agreement. "Aww, do you guys want to have a warm bath and then have some medicine after?"

Nayeon nodded and raised her arms to be picked up, to which she did get. "No baf'!" Momo said as she sniffled. "Okay Momoring, then you can rest here and take medicine after, or you can go with mama so she can give it to you now."

Momo didn't answer and just covered herself with the blanket. Mina hummed and took the other little to have a bath.

Soon, Sana came into the room and knocked to let the little know she was there. "You okay Momo?" The little shook her head no. "Do you want medicine then? You know it makes the icky feeling go away quicker."

Momo shook her head again. The brunette rolled her eyes and walked over to the girl, sitting beside her and taking the blanket off of her. "Come on Momoring, you need to take some medicine."

"Noo! Medicine is gross!" The little said rolling over. Sana sighed and stood up, picking Momo up in her arms as she headed to the kitchen. The little didn't fight back because of how weak she felt.

She was exhausted from her sickness. Momo whined right as Sana set her down on the kitchen counter so that she could find the medicine. Right after that, Mina came in with the other little.

"Hey baby, do you want some medicine to make your ickies go away?" Sana asked Nayeon. Said girl nodded her head and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

Sana gave the light blonde a sippy cup and a spoonful of medicine. As soon as the spoon left her mouth she was already drinking the water in her sippy cup.

She tried to do the same with Momo but as soon as the spoon of medicine got to her face she turned her head. Sana tried to give it to her once more but that didnt work either.

"Momo the faster you take some medicine the faster you'll get better, and after you take it we can do whatever you want!" Said Mina.

Momo crossed her arms and thought about it before opening her mouth and accepting the medicine, coughing right after. "Now we do whatever I wants?" She asked.

"Yes hun, what do you wanna do?" Momo looked down and played with her hands, "Can Dubu come over?" She asked with her puppy eyes. "No Momo. You and Nayeon are sick. If she comes over then you'll get her sick." Said Sana.

"But im not sick anymoreee!! I feel better 'nd not icky!" She tried to argue, but Sana wasn't having it. After being told 'no' for the millionth time she gave up, but then had an idea.

"'den can I have my phone 'nd play games please?" She asked with a little pout. Both caregivers gave each other a look and thought about it, and then agreed.

Mina gave Nayeon to Sana and they both headed to the living room as Momo went with Mina to get her phone. After she got her phone they also went to the living room to only see Nayeon's eyes glued to the tv clapping as a kid show sang some songs.

Momo sat on the floor as she started playing some kiddie games, while the other three were entertaining themselves. After a while Momo took her chances and tried to walk out of the living room with the phone.

"Where are you going hun?" Mina questioned. Momo turned around to face her, "I need da baf’room." She said as she hoped that her excuse would work.

Mina nodded and watched as Sana and Nayeon played. Momo smiled and ran off to the bathroom opening her contacts and FaceTiming Jeongyeon.

After some rings she picked up. "Hiya Momo!" She said with a smile. "Hi Jeongie!" Momo excitedly whispered.

"Whatcha need?" Jeongyeon asked. She was about to answer before a sneeze attack had interrupted her.

"Um, can Dubu come over nd play?" Momo questioned as soon as she got her breath back.

"Oh I’m sorry Momo, but you sound kind of sick?" Jeongyeon said a little worried. "Im not sick! Can she pleaseeeee!" She begged starting to tear up.

Jeongyeon sighed, "Where’s Sana or Mina? Let me talk to one of them. And then I'II decide." She said. Momo angrily pouted and hung up.

After that she went back to the living room and sat on the couch beside Nayeon. The other three had started a movie with some popcorn.

They had watched some of the movie before

Mina checked the time and paused the tv.

"Girls its time for your nap." She said taking the phone from Momo.

She didnt protest as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. On the other hand, Nayeon looked like she was about to burst into tears. "don' wanna go sleep!" She said as the tears spilled down her face.

Nayeon was one of the people who just hated naps in general, big or small. Even though she was tired she refused. While Sana tried to deal with Nayeon, Mina took Momo up to their room and laid her down on the bed and tucked her in.

Soon she fell asleep, while Nayeon was in Sana’s arms even more tired than she was before. But right as she was set on the bed she ran to the bathroom and started to throw up.

Sana sat at her side the entire time trying to comfort the crying girl once again.

After they got her cleaned up and taken back to bed she refused to sleep again, unless both caregivers also took a nap with them. Which they agreed. They all snuggled close till the three of them fell asleep.

After the nap they watched more movies, ate dinner and went to bed.

The next day though, both caregivers ended up being sick…

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey friend! If you have any MHA slots left available I think it would be cute to see a sick/comfort fic with my OTP, ShinDeku. I 100% hc that Deku doesn’t take care of himself when he’s sick the way he takes care of others, and Shinsou would definitely make him listen to reason and focus on getting better no matter what. (May or may not want to read something like this bc I’m also sick atm. 😅) Either way I hope life is treating you better these days! Feel free to pass on this one if you have too much MHA or you’re just not inspired to do it. Thank you! 💖

~~Send Me A Headcanon and I’ll write a dabble for it! ~~

*runs at you with a massive sick day care package and lots of virtual hugs* Help is on the way, friend! But really- I'm sorry to hear you're sick! I wish you better health and a steady recovery! And thank you :) I'm definitely doing better then before- it's a slow but steady process :3

I don't think I've done a sick/comfort fic yet, so this is a new and exciting one! I love me some Shindeku, and this prompt is precious! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Illness, sick fic, very light angst

Shinsou woke up to a zombie.

“Izuku! Oh my god!” The purple haired boy nearly dropped his mug when his boyfriend shuffled out. A living embodiment of the sun, Midoriya looked more like the moon. Pale and shaky, eyes drooping with illness, he raised a weak hand to the other, trying for a smile that came out more a grimace. “Good morning, Hitoshi. Don’t worry about me- I just need something to drink…I’ll be fine.”

“My ass! You look like the living dead.” He came over quickly to the green haired boy, brows furrowing as he felt his forehead. “You're burning up. And you sound horrible. You’re sick babe.”

“No…no, I’m fine-” Midoriya doubled over in coughs, the sound harsh and painful. Shinsou paled, rubbing his back as his boyfriend tried to collect himself. “I’m fine. I just need…to wear a mask, that’s all…”

“Absolutely not.” Shinsou shook his head, gently turning the other towards the bedroom. “You're staying home today. You’re too sick, Izuku. You need to rest today.” “But class-

“You can catch up when you feel better.”

“Training-”

“Can wait too.”

“Aizawa sensei-”

“Would send you home if he saw you like this. No point wasting your energy.” Shinsou tried to keep his tone even as he gently urged the other back to bed, Midoriya dragging his feet with each step. “Baby, please go back to bed. You’ll only make yourself feel worse.”

“But Hitoshi-”

“Izuku!” Shinsou cut him off curtly. Perhaps a tad too curtly, feeling Midoriya flinch. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad- I promise you on everything that’s All Might, I’m not mad at you. I just…please let me take care of you? You always take care of me and everyone else when we’re sick. Let me do the same?”

Midoriya considered this, weak coughs escaping his dry lips. Finally he nodded, quietly making his way back to the room while Shinsou steadied him. “Okay…I’ll stay home today.”

“Thank you.” Once in bed, Shinsou patted his head gently, trying his best to smile. “Let me go update everyone. I’ll bring back some things. Try to get comfy, okay?” Midoriya nodded, eyes already starting to droop. As Shinsou turned to leave, he felt a hand capture his wrist.

“Wait…I’m sorry.” Midoriya whispered, melancholy creeping into his tone. “I’m sorry for worrying you so much.”

Shinsou looked back at him, unsure of what to say. Finally, he smiled, gently brushing Midoriya’s bangs back so he could plant a kiss along his brow. The skin was hot to the touch, but he didn’t care.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, and you don’t have to apologize.” Shinsou reassured him. He pressed another kiss against Midoriya’s nose before leaning back up. “I love you, and I want to take care of you. So don’t feel guilty, okay? I want to do this.”

Midoriya nodded, eyes brimming with tears as he squeezed Shinsou’s hand. “Could I be selfish…and ask you to stay? Just a little longer?”

The purple haired boy didn’t even hesitate, taking a seat in the bed and pulling Midoriya into his lap. Illness be damned, he just wanted to be close to him. “Of course you can. You don’t even need to ask.”

The medicine and calls could wait. He’d have time later. For now, all he wanted to do was run his fingers through the green mane beneath them as Midoriya slowly fell asleep, arms wrapped loosely around Shinsou’s waist.

I hope this was good! (And I hope you feel better friend!)

[dreamlessprodigy]

Today is my birthday

Today is my birthday,

And I did not have a good day

And I just want to go on and say:

It was awful.

I woke up at 5am, a surprise nappy change for my little one

I bring him a bottle as he cries and I start my day with a yawn

My partner wakes up an hour later and says he is tired,

I just glare at him, baby in arms and eyes unwired.

 Today is my birthday, hip hip hooray

But alas, I did not have a good day,

My partner complains he is not well and lays down,

Meanwhile I wash the dishes, the clothes and give him a frown,

I check my facebook and see messages from strangers,

Happy birthday, they say, and other sorts of phrases,

My partner says his throat is sore and dry,

Meanwhile I sit on my bed and cry,

One day, I said, just one day I wanted,

But instead I feed my son absolutely gutted,

 Today is my birthday, and my fiancé is sick,

But he was fine the day before when he went on his trip,

My dad forgot to even send me a text,

And, to be honest, I don’t even know when I’ll see him next,

Today has been rubbish so to speak,

And my partner is saying how he feels weak,

 Over the last two months I have missed every outing,

As my fiancé has been ill, and my son and counting,

I have sacrificed my needs, my time and my fun,

 And to be honest, I’m just feeling a bit fed up and done

Today is my birthday and it was my one day,

And my fiancé has a cold and a cough, so he says.

I didn’t want much, just to feel some effort to feel special,

But today was another normal day, except I ate cake alone next to the kettle.

Post natal depression sucks, and I really feel the drain,

I sometimes long for my past days where I felt as right as rain

 Today is my birthday, and I am crying on the couch

All alone, writing this poem in a slouch

[theweewooshowtookovermylife]

Comfort Hoodies

(Second fic in the Eddie the Hoodie thief after Buck’s Hoodie)

Eddie woke up sick despite having a kid; it was rare to say the least, his throat hurt and he felt warmer than usual even while wearing one of Buck’s hoodies to bed. When he tried to open his eyes he was assaulted with light and a painful headache, he winced in pain and buried his face into Buck’s chest which sadly woke Buck up, 

“babe are  you alright?” Buck groggily asked as he rubbed his eyes and glanced down at Eddie. 

“Yeah I’m fine, just a headache,” Eddie said as he screwed his eyes shut and played off the pain. Eddie didn't want Buck to miss work and he doesn’t need someone babysitting him, he could take care of himself.

“doesn't seem like it, you’re burning up eds” Buck whispered as he felt Eddie’s forehead. With that knowledge Buck got out of bed to get clean clothes for Eddie, Eddie gave off a frustrated groan.

“amor I’m fi-“ Eddie tried to protest but was interrupted by a painful cough.

Buck simply gave him an unamused stare, “and you tell me that I’m stubborn when I’m sick” then buck continued to rummage through the dresser.

Before Eddie can rebuke Buck, and as if being an echo of how Eddie is feeling “Dad, Buck!!” came Christopher's voice that sounded just as rough as Eddie’s voice.

“You two must have caught something from our zoo trip the other day” Buck stated as he took the fresh clothes to the bathroom.

“Alright I’ll check on Chris, call the school and let Bobby know you aren't working today, see if Carla can come in early and I’ll get breakfast ready,  while you go take a shower” Buck said as he came out of the bathroom, 

“Do you want me to help you?” Buck asked as he kissed the top of Eddie’s head as Eddie sat up, he shook his head no as a wave of nausea hit him.

“Are you alright?” Buck asked concern etched into his expression.

“I think it’s a stomach bug” Eddie mumbled, Buck gave him a concerned look.

“I’m fine I’ll get to the bathroom on my own go check on Chris” Eddie said as he slowly made his way to the edge of the bed.

“Fine call if you need me, got it” Buck simply pointed at Eddie and headed to Chris’s room.

As Eddie climbed out of bed he felt sore all over and squinted his eyes, “damn it” Eddie gritted out, he headed to the bathroom.

Eddie must have zoned out because when he got out of the shower he was greeted by his dirty clothes gone and  medicine on top of the clothes left on the countertop and a glass of water beside it. He dried off, took the meds and slipped on the fresh clothes he realized that it was buck’s softest green t-shirt and sweatpants. He still felt shitty but reasonably better.

When Eddie padded into the kitchen he was greeted by Chris sitting somewhat miserably at the kitchen table and buck finishing up cooking breakfast, “Hey bud, it seems like we caught the same bug” he said as he kissed Chris’s forehead and sat down next to him.

Chris grumbled in response, “well at least you have a day off of school” Eddie tried to joke but it fell flat when Eddie coughed. 

“And you’re missing work and you hate that” Chris said as he shrugged. Just Eddie’s luck that he has a kid who loves school, the opposite of how Eddie was when he was Chris's age 

“Yeah you got me kid” Eddie said as he ruffled his son’s hair, Eddie looked up when Buck walked in with three plates. 

“Alright you two I made some egg and toast so hopefully that won’t upset your stomachs, and Bobby and Carla say to get well soon” Before Eddie could ask about Carla, Buck quickly adds seeing both Diazes with worried looks on their faces.“Carla isn’t going to be able to come in today apparently her husband came down with something too, but good news Bobby also said that I have enough sick days stacked up apparently so I can take time off to take care of you guys” 

Chris gave a weak cheer but Eddie couldn’t help but grumble. “Hey sour wolf I know you don’t like being babied when you're sick but you’ve gotta get used to it” buck said with a chuckle and kissed both Eddie’s and Chris’s cheeks as he sat down to eat his breakfast. Buck had been calling Eddie sourwolf ever since May convinced Buck to watch Teen Wolf with her. 

“I just don’t want you to miss work” Eddie complained, he knew his argument was weak soon as he said it, Buck is as stubborn as him when it comes to dropping everything to help and protect their family even from a stomach bug.

“Well both of you are sick and I told you I will always have your back which meant off the field too or did you forget that” buck said as he gave Eddie a sympathetic look. They both know Eddie still sort of struggles with letting people help him until he can’t physically help himself like when he was shot last year.

“No,” Eddie mumbled as he felt his face warm up that had nothing to do with the fever. Leave it to Buck to be able to make Eddie blush with the simplest words, Buck cracks a fond smile when they hear Chris jokingly gag beside them, the almost teenager tends to do that when his dads are being sappy.

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When they finished breakfast, Chris and Eddie finished half of their food and buck started clearing the table.

“Okay I’ll clean up while you go take Chris to our room, it’ll be easier to keep an eye on the two of you instead of being in the livingroom and the couches making you guys uncomfortable,” 

Eddie and Chris nodded in response and Eddie helped Chris up from his seat. Eddie tried not to think about Buck calling Eddie’s bedroom theirs but he butterflies in his stomach, he hasn’t gotten around to asking buck to move in just yet but he plans too after the dumb stomach bug passes.

When Eddie got to the bedroom he was hit with a chill despite the fever, so when he settled Chris who was already falling asleep again onto the king sized bed he went over to the dresser and rummaged for one of Buck's hoodies, this hoodie had the graphic of the Mandalorian and baby yoda walking in a desert, buck had gotten it shortly after they binge watched the show one night while chris was at a sleepover, he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled it on and walked back to the bed.

As Eddie’s settling into bed,he felt Chris cuddle into his side and they both drifted back to sleep.Eddie was woken back up as he felt the bed dipped on the other side of chris. Buck was back and in his arms he was balancing two gatorades, washcloths,thermometers and medicine. “eds why are you in a hoodie you have a fever” Buck whispered as he put the stuff he’s holding on the side table.

“Cause It's yours” Ed says as he hides his face in the collar of the hoodie.

“of course it is, but don’t blame me when the hoodie makes you dehydrate, here wake Chris up so you guys can take your temps, '' Buck said as he kissed Eddie’s forehead and gave Eddie the thermometers so Buck could wet the washcloths.

Eddie shifted slightly so he could pull Chris into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard while Chris was still in his arms. All the shuffling naturally woke chris up “dad what’s going on I’m trying to sleep”

“I know bud I’m sorry but we need to take our temperatures it’ll be quick and we can go back to sleep I promise” Eddie said with a soft smile as he kissed the top of Chris’s head.

“Alright Mijo this’ll only take a moment” Eddie muttered as he talked around the thermometer in his mouth as  he placed the other thermometer in Chris's mouth. 

As they waited for the results, Buck walked back out from the bathroom with the washcloths and placed the washcloths on their foreheads “after you guys take your temps, you need to drink at least half a Gatorade alright?”

Eddie at that moment seemed to want to fall back to sleep, so buck lightly shook his shoulder while Chris was giggling around the thermometer, thankfully a moment later the thermometers were done.

“Alright 102 for Chris and 102.5 for Eddie so not too bad. Hopefully once the fevers break the bug will shortly follow in the next few days” buck says as he checks the thermometers and then hands Eddie and Chris the Gatorades. 

When Eddie and Chris are done drinking the gatorades and Buck goes to clean and store the thermometers, Chris asks curiously as he’s fiddling with the string of the hoodie as he’s leaning into Eddie’s side still “dad why are you wearing Bucky’s hoodie, are all of your hoodies dirty?”

Eddie cant help but smile and ruffle chris’s hair over the question, “nope kiddo, I just feel more comfortable and safe in Buck’s clothes like he’s hugging me even if he's here or not, if that makes sense”

Chris just nods as he continues to play with the hoodie strings as his eyes grow heavy again and Eddie pulls him closer into a hug as they start to lie down again.

Chris tries to fight off sleep though as he mumbles “dad can I wear one of Buck’s hoodies too”

“sure bud let me get up and get-“ Eddie starts to say 

Buck cuts him off as he walks into the room “nope both of you stay in bed I’ll get superman one of my hoodies”

“Seriously buck and how long did you stand at the door way for?” Eddie says he rolls his eyes playfully but it causes him to get another bout of nausea. 

Buck smiles as he says “long enough to hear you explain to our kid why you wear my hoodies” and Buck must have noticed cause he playfully adds as he rummages in his drawer “and that is why I’m not letting you out of bed” Chris giggles at his dads’ banter. 

When Buck finds a hoodie for Chris to wear, it's the oversized green hoodie that Buck sometimes wears on movie nights, Buck helps chris maneuver into the hoodie.Chris looks like he’s swimming in the green hoodie, “Thanks Bucky” Chris says as he hugs buck who’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“your welcome buddy just tell me or your dad when the hoodie starts getting uncomfortable” Buck says as he hugs back, Chris silently nods.

“Well I guess there’s going to be two Diazes stealing my hoodies now” Buck jokingly adds, Eddie was about to add his own little quip until Chris's stuffy snores make their presence known. 

Chris still had his arms around buck “looks like i’m trapped then”, Buck made no effort to try to move chris, Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriend’s predicament.

“you could stay in bed with us cariño” Eddie chuckles out as he watches Buck maneuver Chris to lie down without Chris letting go of Buck.

“I have things to do around the house and I need to watch over the two of you” Buck huffs out there’s no annoyance in his statement.

“can’t you let go of chores for the morning? they’re still gonna be there when chris wakes up, and what better way to watch that we’re okay by staying in bed with us and I'm pretty sure if me and chris need anything we’ll be able to wake you up” Eddie says he lightly plays with Buck’s fingers as to not focus on his headache and he sees Buck make no moves to leave the bed.

“Fine, but you better tell me when and if either of you starts feeling sicker and not try to handle it on your own, Edmundo” Buck says as he lies down and reaches over Chris to pull the three of them closer.

“Wow pulling out my legal name you're serious about this” Eddie jokes as he wraps his own arm around Buck and Chris.

“Yes I am, now get some sleep sweetheart” Buck can't help but smile as he kisses the top of Chris's head and Eddie’s cheek.

As Buck’s gentle caressing hand on Eddie’s cheek lulls him asleep Eddie’s last thought before his eyes finally closed was that he wants to wake up and fall asleep to this everyday for the rest of his life if he can and if Buck lets him.

[landoncrris]

through health and sickness - mason mount x reader

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based on this

word count: 2.5k

When Mason left for training this morning, he was already worried because your voice was hoarse and your knees were weak from the flu you caught. And the only thing that convinced him to go to training in the first place, instead of just staying home and taking care of you, was that you kept saying that you were fine, that it was because you just woke up and that you were feeling much better after eating. But that didn’t stop him from worrying all day, his mind wandered to you and how much he wanted to call you during training to check on you, causing the coach to yell at him several times for not being able to concentrate today.

After training he was still worried, he received no answer to his messages or calls, and when he came in the front door the whole house was dark and completely silent. Which was very unusual for you, because you loved sunlight streaming through every window and either music or a TV playing in the background. Mason decided not to shout, but to quietly look for you, which he started doing in the living room before carrying himself and the things he had gotten you up the stairs.

There he found you curled up under two blankets on the bed, while soft snores escaped your lips, but they sounded painful by your dry throat. He set everything down on your bedside table and then fetched you a glass of water to keep you hydrated and swallow your medication properly. Before sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed, gently brushing your hair out of your face and a smile broke out across his face as your eyelashes fluttered.

“Hey baby. Feeling better?” asked Mason before turning on the light on your bedside table to see you better, to which you groaned and nestled your head further into the pillows. “I’ll take that as a no.” he added with a kiss to your forehead where he could feel your skin burning under his lips and a light layer of sweat forming.

“You’re heating up, love.”

“I’m fine.” you mumbled, followed by a few fits of coughing, through which you could also feel your head throbbing, feeling like it was going to explode at any moment. You heard him breathe a soft “Sure” as his hand moved under the covers and settled on the bare skin of your stomach, making you shiver.

“Come on, baby, I brought you some things from the pharmacy.” he groaned as he lifted your body up so that you could sit up, not having made any movement yourself. When you were finally sitting upright at the head of the bed, you slowly opened your eyes and smiled as you saw him beside you, searching for the right things in the bag he had brought.

“Hi.” you whispered as his hand still rested on your stomach, making you intertwine your fingers with his. He turned around with a smile and returned a small “Hi” before leaning in to kiss your cheek, then your nose, your forehead and your cheek again as you tried to push him away in protest.

“Mase, you’ll get ill too.”

“Mmm, I don’t care.” You felt him turn your face towards his before he pressed his lips to yours, gently brushing over yours, and you couldn’t help but let it happen because you knew there was no denying him. “Here, take this.” he handed you some painkillers and medicine as well as the glass of water that was on your bedside table.

“I hope you haven’t poisoned me.” you said sarcastically after gulping them down and emptying the glass of water while he was busy combing your hair with his fingers.

“No, not today, that would’ve been too obvious,” you sat up straighter without the headboard supporting you, your arms wrapped around your knees, “do you want to take a quick shower?” asked Mason due to the layer of sweat on your skin and on the sheets.

“I don’t think I can stand that long.” you said through a series of coughs and sniffles before you got tired of sitting and so dropped your head onto his chest. And he was immediately there to pull you further against him, pressing several kisses to the crown of your head as his hand gently stroked your thigh.

“But I do stink a little.” to which he laughed and shook his head, leaning it against yours as he pondered whether to take a bath instead or what other options he had. “Wait a minute, will you? I’ll be right back.” he murmured, giving you a kiss on the top of your head before laying you back on the bed and leaving the room.

When he returned, carrying a small stool in his hand, you frowned as he smiled as if he had the cleverest idea in the world. “Come on, I'll shower you.” he declared, stopping beside the door to the bathroom until you stood up, walked over and went into the room first. You leaned against the counter and watched as he sat down the stool in the middle of the shower, luckily your shower was big enough to still have plenty of room around it.

“Come here, let me help you.” he beckoned you closer, and as you stood in front of him, his hands went down the side of your body and tugged at the hoodie you were wearing to pull it over your head and expose your bare chest to the cold air.

“Bet you just wanted to see me naked eh?”

“Well, that’s definitely a bonus.” he smirked, at which you laughed breathlessly, causing another series of coughs to leave you, and the tight feeling in your chest made you feel even weaker. So you leaned your forehead against his chest again and remained that way until he somehow managed to drop your sweatpants and underwear on the floor.

“Just don’t get a stiffy now.”

“At least you still feel good enough to crack jokes.” he retorted before wrapping his arms around you to lift you off the floor so he could kick your clothes aside from under you. His action made you laugh, instead you now buried your face in his neck and put your arms around his shoulders, giving him a better opportunity to carry you into the shower.

“Sit down, love.” he instructed you as he lowered you back to the floor in front of the stool you them sat on, feeling a little exposed as you sat completely naked in front of him while he was fully clothed. You still felt a little dizzy, especially when he turned on the warm water, which heated up your body and made you sweat even more. But him humming to a song that was stuck in his head and the hand on your back that kept you upright distracted you from the chaos that was going on in your body.

“You’re pretty.” you whispered, smiling weakly, your voice just loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the water. In response, he just smiled and tried to hide his blush by turning away and grabbing your shampoo from the shelf. But the way you looked at him so sweetly when he looked back down at you made him lean in and give you a kiss on the lips, albeit unsuccessfully, as you turned away again.

“Mason. No.”

“Y/N. If I get sick, it just means I can spend more time with you.” he tried to lean back in and groaned when you wouldn’t let him, “And who’s going to take care of me if you get sick?”

“My mum.” he shrugged, to which you rolled your eyes because he always had a perfect answer on the tip of his tongue. That made you finally give him the kiss, once again reminding yourself that you would be sitting here arguing with him for the rest of the day and he would win in the end anyway, which you felt far too weak to do. When he got up again, he began to wash your hair, which was a little more difficult than usual as he only had one hand free, the other still resting firmly on your back.

“Can you stand up for a minute?” he asked, reaching for the shower gel bottle and squeezing some into his hand as you nodded. Mason held you close the whole time while his other hand was busy rubbing the shower gel into your back, gently stroking the skin and occasionally applying pressure to loosen your tense muscles. Before he picked up the shower head again and ran the warm water over your back, causing the foam to run down your thighs and onto the floor. And when it was all gone, he signalled you to sit back down, now concentrating on rubbing the shower gel into your front, starting at your head and slowly moving down.

“Oight, stop moving around.” Mason laughed as your thighs wouldn’t stop squirming away from his touch, “That tickles.” at which he released his other hand from your back and held your thigh instead so you couldn’t budge. But that only made you laugh harder, and the sound warmed his heart as he hadn’t heard it all day. Until your laughter turned back into coughing, a sound that was quite painful to his ears, especially because it echoed in the bathroom.

“I think I might have coughed up a lung.” you groaned and your head fell forward as he stood up to lean it back against his chest, oblivious in that moment to the fact that you were still in the shower, causing him to hold you back by the shoulder with a tut.

“Just a few more minutes, love, and you’re all done.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and one to your forehead while your hands went to the drawstrings of his sweatpants to distract yourself. While you felt him washing the shampoo out of your hair and off your body, his fingers running over your scalp and the aspirin he gave you definitely worked wonders against your headache.

“You want me to do the rest of your shower routine too?”

“No,” your words were interrupted by a yawn as you thought about getting back under the blankets, “can I just go back to sleep?”

“Sure.” He kissed you again on the forehead before turning off the water, pressing another kiss to the skin and getting your favourite towel that hung over the heater so it was extra warm. When Mason came back to you he helped you up, so he could wrap the towel around your body first.

“Feeling better?”

“A little.” you mumbled through another yawn, feeling his lips on your cheek as he nodded and left you alone for a moment to get another towel and the first hoodie and sweatpants he could find in his closet. When he came back, he tried to wrap the towel around your hair like you always did, and it definitely didn’t look as good, but it kind of served its purpose. Then he took the towel off your body and dried you properly with it. He started at your head again, first dabbing your arms, then your chest and back, spreading kisses on the now dry skin, before moving further down and squatting in front of you to spread kisses there too.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso as he stood back up, as you had wanted to do all along, and pressed a kiss to his cheek yourself.

“Always.” replied Mason with an adorable smile on his face, leading you to the counter where he picked up his clothes and your underwear to put on you, which he did with the same care as everything else. He pulled you up by your hips and set you down on the counter after he had dressed you and handed you your toothbrush and toothpaste with another kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll change the sheets real quick, okay?” he left the room as you nodded, putting some water on your toothbrush as you watched his shoulders swing. And when he returned a few minutes later, you had already finished brushing your teeth, your hair already freed from the towel and brushed through, which sight made him pout.

“That’s what I wanted to do.” he positioned himself between your thighs and took your face gently in his hands while he spreaded kisses all over it, making you giggle. And he was more than happy that you were feeling better now, after all, he could feel your skin getting colder again under his lips. “Come here.” he nodded you over, whereupon you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist for him to carry you like that back to the bed where he layed you down, putting the blankets back over your body.

“Can you hand me the TV remote please?” you asked, your voice sounding hoarse again, causing you to cough a few times again as he put it down beside you and murmured a “I’ll make you some tea love. Don’t go to sleep yet.” against your head.

“I’ll try.” was your reply, grabbing the remote and wrapping the blankets tighter around you as you opened Netflix and played the movie you always played when you weren’t feeling well. At which he smiled at when he came back, putting the tea down next to the bed and also laying down next to you under the covers as he stretched his arms out for you crawl in.

“You’re staying?”

“Yeah, I’m free for the rest of the day.” his words made you hum and you moved so that your head was on his chest, his heartbeat just below your ear, and you had to fight back the sleep that overcame you. “You can still go out and do something fun, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’d rather stay here and cuddle for the rest of the day.” causing you to look up at him with a soft smile, kissing his jaw as your hand moved to his cheek to hold his face steady, which he pressed a kiss onto too.

“I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Only fair for the best girlfriend ever, eh?” He took your hand and kissed his way over your knuckles before dropping it back onto his chest, turning away from you to take the tea and hand it to you.

“Here. Drink it while it’s still hot, love.” You sat up before taking it, his hand on your back rubbing the skin comfortably as he watched you drink the tea as fast as you could so you could go back to sleep. “And I love you even more.”

“Impossible.” you handed him back the empty cup so that he could put it back on the bedside table. Before you got back into the same position you were in before, his one arm around your waist while the other went to your head, playing with the strands of hair and stroking over your skull, quickly lulling you back to sleep.

[romanoffscottage]

Reader taking care of sick nat?

warnings: none

translations: dorogaya=dear

words: 692 | natasha blurbs masterlist | navigation post

Natasha always woke up early. The redhead was normally up and out of bed by 5 am to go for her morning run. You on the other hand preferred to sleep in as late as you can.

When you woke up, Natasha was normally already dressed and ready for work. So when you woke up and the redhead was still fast asleep on your chest, you were a little worried. Nat never slept well, so one would assume she was just tired and needed the extra sleep. But you knew that wasn’t the case. It never mattered how tired your girlfriend was, she always woke up for her run.

Gently you raised your hand to touch her forehead and she was burning up. You didn’t want to wake her, but you wanted to take her temperature. “Baby, hey are you feeling alright,” you said as you peppered the redhead in kisses to wake her. All you got in response was a groan. “Natty can you tell me what's the matter?” The redhead solely came to her senses as she woke. She turned to check the time and realized that they had to be at work in an hour. “We need to get ready for work.”

“Baby you sound congested and you're burning up, I think you have a fever.”

“I don't get sick,” Natasha scoffed as she tried to get out of bed, but was immediately met with an intense amount of dizziness. “Woah woah woah, take it easy,” you said as you ran to help ease her back into bed. “We all get sick sometimes my love, it’s okay, I’ll call Steve and tell him we can’t come in today. Natasha frowned as you made the call. Natasha never missed work, the only exception being when she was in the hospital.

“Steve said feel better,” you said as you hung up the phone. “I feel fine.”

“No you don’t,” you said laughing at your girlfriend's stubbornness. “How about I make you my famous chicken noodle soup?”

“Yes please,” Natasha shyly said, “thank you dorogaya.”

You quickly ran to the kitchen and whipped up the soup while you heard your girlfriend loudly coughing in the other room. “Baby are you okay?” Natasha replied with a weak “mhm,” but you weren’t convinced. As the soup sat on the stove you ran to Natasha’s side with cough syrup from the cabinet. “I’m okay Y/N, you don't gave to take care of me I know you have other things to do.”

“Love, I want to take care of you. I don't care what else I have to do, you are always going to be my number one priority, always.”

You kissed her on the tip of her nose and went to get the soup. You reentered the bedroom with a bowl of hot soup your girlfriend but quickly noticed that Nat looked upset.

Natasha was getting all teary-eyed and tried so hard to hold herself together, but ultimately the tears fell.

You quickly placed the soup on the slide table and hopped into bed with Natasha. “Baby, what's wrong?” You said softly as you pulled her close to you. Natasha curled into you and sobbed into your neck, “It’s okay love, you can talk to me,” you reassured, but realized she was too upset to talk right now. “Okay here,” you placed her head in your chest, “Listen to the beating of my heart baby.” Slowly Nat calmed down and looked up at you with red puffy eyes.

“No one has ever done something like this for me,” Natasha said as she started to tear up again, “No one has ever taken care of me like this before.”

“Awww love, I will always be here to take care of you, forever and always.” You reached over to the side table and started to feed Nat the soup, “thank you Y/N, this is amazing,” she smiled.

You spent the rest of the day holding Natasha tightly and whispering sweet affirmations of love into her ear. “Sorry you had to stay home with me today,” Nat whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to spend my day any other way.”

[lostalioth]

honestly college au! with jake jensen… like he would be such a goofy ball to be around

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 ; 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦

summary: “no, like I really love you” he whines as he begins to pout. “why can’t you just be mine?” he huffed and stomped his foot like a little kid. “what do you mean jensen” you softly question. your heart felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. was he confessing? he liked you? a million questions raced through your head.

warnings: fluff, college!jake jensen x fem!reader, roommate!jake as well, ace is meant to be a nickname not the readers name, other pet names (baby, ace, princess) , jake is called a puppy a few times, jake gets drunk and becomes kinda smooth, drunken confession, friends to lovers, no smut but he stripes to his boxers.

authors note: this is my first time writing for jake and this was so fun to write. I really hope you enjoy! ALSO SEND IN MORE JAKE REQUESTS!! (sorry this took me a bit to write I was really busy and couldn’t write)

part 2 of this story

“Jakeee!” You huff out as you take in the mess your roommate has created in your living area. “Yeah?” Jensen questioned as he stumbled into the room. He was attempting to hop around and get his shoe on.

He was all dressed up in a pair of simple medium washed jeans, and one of his stupid shirts. This one was dark gray with a red gun and said something about zombies. “Could you please pick up after yourself?” You gesture towards the coffee table and couch.

All of his tech gear and computer things were scattered around. “Yeah I’ll clean up when I get back, I promise ace” he ranbuled out as he started looking for his phone. You sigh and grab out of his mess. “Where are you going?” You question while hiding the phone behind you.

You weren’t gonna give it up just yet, you wanted answers.

“I’m going drinking with Clay, Pooch and them” he groaned as he continued to search for his phone. “You know we have a test tomorrow, you should be studying not drinking” you scoff and reveal the phone in your hand.

“I’m failing that class anyway, can’t I copy you ?” He questioned as he approached you. “What so I have to study alone for it” you pouted, you were attempting to get Jake to stay. You didn’t know why but you just wanted to be around him today. He was your best friend but you felt different towards him then you did others.

He quickly pecks your forehead as he snatched his phone out of your hand. “You’ll do great princess” he teases with a small smirk as he notices the peck made you nervous. “You’ll do better than I could, and we won’t be out that long I swear” he tries to persuade you more. You cough lightly trying to distract from how much a small kiss was heating your body.

He begins pulling puppy eyes on you, begging you to help him in passing this test. You always seemed to give in to him, those eyes were your weakness. “Yeah, yeah puppy I’ll do it and you can copy my answers” you groan as you reach up and ruffle his gel filled hair. You don’t seem to notice how the affectionate nickname goes to his head. “Thanks, cause If you didn’t help me I’d probably just hack the teachers computer for the answers” he shrugs with a goofy smile.

You chose to ignore his last statement “You better not get piss drunk like last time and come barging into the apartment late” you scold. Last time he went drinking with the boys he stumbled into the apartment and woke you up. You then had to take care of him in the morning. He had such a bad hangover and acted like a sick puppy.

He lets out a small chuckle as he heads to the door. “No promises, ace!” He makes his way out the apartment. “JENSEN!” You attempt to yell at the blonde man's retreating figure.

You were met with another small chuckle. You quickly shoot Jake a text asking him to let you know when he makes it to the bar. You knew you were oddly gonna miss him a lot tonight.

It made his heart swell and cheeks flush red at the thought of you so worried about him.

He needed to get himself under control before meeting the boys. They would surely make fun of him for acting how he was. You were his best friend and had been for years. The two of you have been friends since you could walk, inseparable.

And ever since He could understand his emotions, he’s loved you. As the two grew older and moved in together for college. It’s been harder for him not to tell you.

The boys and even Aisha who hadn’t known him long enough could easily tell. You were the one seemingly oblivious to it.

What he didn’t know however was that you also fell in love with him.

He couldn’t seem to get the idea of you out of his head. Even as he made it too the bar and met up with the boys. He sends you a quick text as asked beofre heading in.

“Heyy there’s Jensen! Finally” Pooch exclaimed as he made his way to his friends. Jake's face held a small pout til he covered it with a smile. “Hey what’s up? Jensen you look like a love sick puppy” Clay chuckled as he slapped the blonde's shoulder.

“Just missing somebody is all” he states with a pitiful chuckle and flushed face. He didn’t know why he was missing you so badly right now. He’d been away from you plenty of times.

“Awww he’s missing his girl” Pooch joked, making Roque and Clay laugh. Cougar even lets out a small chuckle. “Alright leave the poor man alone, let's drink” Roque announced to the group. He tries his hardest to push the thought of you away as he downs a shot. He’ll see you in the morning or even sooner if he gets back early.

You were jolted awake by the sound of the apartment door being slammed close. Loud and stumbling footsteps make their way inside.

Fucking Jensen.

You groan and climb out of your warm bed, sleepily dragging your feet into the main aera. “Heyyy Bab-Babyyyy” Jake slurs out as he attempts to lean on the kitchen counter. He fails as his hand mis judged where it was and stumbles over a bit. You hear him mumble ”shit” under his breath as he regains balance. “Hey pretty thing” he tried to cover up his slip.

You were too exhausted to scold the older man tonight nor react to the comment. “it’s 2 am could you just quietly go to bed now jakey” you whine.

His face slightly began to turn red. His body was already fairly hot from the alcohol running through his system. Yet you don’t fail to raise his temperature more.

You looked so cute and the nickname made his heart beat faster. You stood in your door, cald in a big sleep shirt that was likely an old one of Jensens as well as sleep shorts. You were rubbing your tired eyes.

“Know what all my shirts are made of?”

Jake ignored your complaint. Through your exhaustion you mumble a what in response “Boyfriend material.” He chuckled lightly as he stumbled his way closer to you. You let out a small giggle at the dumb pick up line. He was somehow smoother and yet more geeky all at the same time when he was intoxicated.

“Y-you know if you we-were a chicken, you’d be-be impeccable” he continued to slur and stutter out cheesy pickup lines. You smile softly at him and grab his hand, trying to pull to his room.

“Hey ace, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” He planted his feet in the middle of his door, you couldn’t pull him further. “You live here Jakey, just go to bed” you plead with a sleepy pout.

“Princess, look at me for a second” he mumbled as he pulled your body against his. He grabs your chin, pulling it up to look at him. “You know I love you right” he questioned. His whole demeanor changed, he wasn’t joking anymore. In his drunk state he was trying his hardest to be serious. “Yeah, I know” you answer as heat starts to fill your body from his touch.

“No, like I really love you” he whines as he begins to pout. “Why can’t you just be mine?” he huffed and stomped his foot like a little kid. “What do you mean Jensen” you softly question. Your heart felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. Was he confessing? He liked you? A million questions raced through your head.

“Be mine ace” he mumbled softly before pulling your face up to his. Your foreheads were pressed together, lips only centimeters away. “Yes puppy” you barely mumble out before his lips are smashed into yours.

His lips taste like liquor as well as mint. Like he tried to cover the smell on his breath. You melt into his arms as they wrap around your waist.

Eventually you pull away. Faces flushed, swollen lips and body’s filled with fire. “Now, go to bed Jake, you need sleep” you demand. “We can talk about this in the morning”

“Nooo come on princess sleep with me please, I just want you near me” he clings to your back as you tried to walk out.

You groan knowing you couldn’t deny him. “Fine come on” you pull the slumped over drunken boy into his full sized bed.

You shimmy your body under his Grey comforter and green sheets. Jake slides off his uncomfortable jeans and looks back up at you. You steal a glance at his pink boxers and stiff a laugh. “Can i take my shirt off too? It’s how I sleep” he explained. You reply with a simple yes and cuddle into the plush and warm bed.

Once Jake had discarded his shirt with his jeans, he makes his way into bed. He pulls you against his body under the covers and begins his descent to sleep.

You mindlessly trace shapes on his chest, lulling yourself to sleep.

One last thought crossed your mind. This would be a hard thing to explain to a sober and hung over Jensen.

As well as one last thing crossed jakes mind.

“You know Jensen, you’d feel a lot better if you confessed to the girl” Clay offers. Roque chiming in “yeah I mean you’ve loved her how long, and haven’t actually told her”

“It would get it off your chest” Pooch explained as Cougar gives Jake a small nod.

You both fell asleep with giant smiles on your faces.

authors note: please leave me feed back on how I did!! also request more jensen!!