#his fever is still 102

[syxnewt]

my parents want my little brother, who has had a fever no lower than 100 F for the past 2-3 days, to go to school tomorrow

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Posted tonight for your reading pleasure, we are

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Just a few fluffy little drabbles exploring what it's like taking care of our favorite JJK men when they're sick <3 Fair warning, this was made entirely for self indulgent purposes.

TW:Very slight yandere themes in Sukunas section and talk of vomit in Getos section. Reader discretion is advised.

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer to have ever lived. He could handle special grade curses with a flick of his wrist, had mastered the limitless technique, and had stood toe to toe with Ryomen Sukuna and lived. To say he was a formidable foe was an understatement.

Which is why it was always at least a little funny when a cold knocked him flat on his ass. The man that struck fear into the elders of Jujutsu Sorcery for the threat to tradition he posed simply could not handle the common cold. But, you had to admit; he looked kinda cute curled up in his blankets- as if hiding from the sick demons. You placed the Okayu you had made him onto the nightstand as you pulled the blankets away from him. 

“Hey cutie, come on. You need to eat,” you spoke softly to him, gently rubbing his shoulders, “And I need to check your temperature again.” Satoru let out a particularly dejected groan as he reluctantly sat up. 

“Please Y/n, just let me die in peace.” He rasped out, rubbing his heavy, stinging eyes. 

“Nope, not an option.” You said, taking the thermometer from his nightstand. You took it out of the case and slipped it under his tongue. He grimaced. 

“These aren’t accurate, you know.” He grumbled.

“Less so when you keep talking, so shush.” You reminded him, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“All I’m saying is there's no point,” he argued.

“Do you want me to find the rectal one instead?” you asked. He was suddenly very quiet. What felt like an hour, but was really only 3 minutes later, the thermometer started beeping. You sighed as you saw the number.

“I’m so cold.” Gojo muttered as you took the stick out of his mouth. 

“Wrong,” You corrected, “You have a 102 degree fever.” You sighed. You handed him the Okayu, and despite the fact that eating was the last thing he wanted to do, he still smiled at you.

“Thank you.” He muttered, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hands almost instinctively found his hair. He hummed softly at the familiar and comforting feeling of you playing with the strands. 

“For what?” You asked.

“Taking care of me.” He muttered softly, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you..”

“Oh please,” You chuckled softly, shaking his head, “You’ve done the same for me. I don’t mind taking care of you one bit, Satoru.” You couldn't tell if his red cheeks were from the fever or from blushing. Either way he smiled at you. 

“I love you Y/n,” He whispered, going in to kiss you. You quickly put up a hand to stop him.

“Whoa there! I love you too, but no kissing.” You chuckled, “Not until you’re feeling better.” Gojo groaned and threw his head back in mock frustration.

“Being sick blows.”

Suguru Geto

You woke up to the unmistakable sound of someone vomiting. You sat up to see the light on in your en suite bathroom and your boyfriend nowhere in sight.

Oh no, Suguru, You thought to yourself as you quickly rushed to his side. You made it to him just in time to hold his hair back as another wave hit him. You gently rubbed his back as he closed the lid, flushed the toilet, and rested his head on the cool porcelain. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered softly.

“Why are you sorry, Love?” You asked, though you knew the answer already.

“I woke you up.” He said, standing up and going to immediately brush his teeth. You wanted to argue with him, remind him that it wasn’t good for his teeth to brush them immediately after vomiting. But you knew it was ultimately pointless. He couldn’t stand the taste. It reminded him too much of his technique. Too much of his curse. 

“Think it was something you ate?” You asked as he finished up. He laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“Considering that I eat curses regularly, I doubt it. I like to think my stomach is a little stronger than that.” He grumbled, leaning against the bathroom counter. 

“Oh no, you think it’s the flu?” If it was, it was inevitable you’d get it too.

“I’m sorry Darling.” That meant yes. You sighed and shook your head as you went to his side. You wrapped your arms around him and shook your head.

“No need to be sorry now. Come on, let's get you back to bed.” You sighed, leading him back to your shared bedroom. He did feel warmer than he normally did. Once you got him laid down again, you made sure a trashcan was within grabbing distance and went for the thermometer. His temperature only confirmed what you both already knew.

“Yep, 103.” You sighed, “You’re sick.” He merely groaned in response.

“I can’t stand being sick.” He grumbled. Suguru hated being sick more than the average individual. He had to deal with the taste of vomit almost every day, and he managed to hate it just a little bit more every fucking time he had to choke it down. Not to mention just how physically exhausting the whole ordeal was.

“I know you do Love.” You said, laying in bed next to him. You grabbed your phone and put one of the many playlists he had made for you. One of the more calming ones, hoping to put him at least a little bit at ease. It seemed to work, his body releasing at least some of the tension it had stored. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, only for him to jerk away.

“Y/n, no,” He argued, “You’re going to catch whatever I got if you keep that up.”

“Suguru Geto, please.” You scoffed, “We share a bed, if you’re sick it’s only a matter of time before I catch it anyway.” You shook your head. 

“I know, I just…I hate that.” He finally admitted, “I don’t want to get you sick, being sick is terrible.”

“Trust me, I know.” You chuckled softly, laying next to him. You noticed despite his warm temperature he was shaking. You pulled a blanket over him. “But that’s just a part of living together. We love together, we get sick together.” You shrugged. “That’s just the nature of relationships and love.”

“I don’t think that’s quite right,” He laughed gently, shaking his head, “But, I don’t really have the energy to argue.” He admitted.

“Good, that means I win.” You smiled with a quick nod. “Now, I’ll be right back.” You said, sitting back up, “I’m going to go get you a cool rag and some water.”

“Thank you darling...” He muttered, sleep already feeling heavy in his eyes.

Kento Nanami

“Kento Nanami, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” You snapped as you walked into the kitchen, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“The dishes?” Nanami asked from behind his face mask, turning around to raise an eyebrow at you. 

“Kento, you’re sick.” You reminded him, “Walking pneumonia is still pneumonia.” 

“Y/n, I feel fine, rea-” He couldn’t even get through his sentence without a coughing fit.

“And yet you sound like you’ve been smoking 6 packs a day for 27 years.” You scoffed, going over and taking the sponge from him, “To the couch with you, now!” Nanami sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat, drying his hands off.

“Look, just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I can’t help out around the house-”

“That's exactly what it means, Kento.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Look, I love how willing you are to help, but I assure you I can handle the housework for a few days while you get better Dearest.” 

“I just feel bad-”

“For no reason. It’s not like you asked to get sick.” You reminded him. He sighed, but relented. Even he had to admit he was feeling pretty shit. And the doctor did tell him to get plenty of rest in the next few days. 

“You’re right, you’re right.” He grumbled as he returned to the couch in defeat. You smiled in satisfaction as you finished the dishes he started. A few minutes later you were joining him on the couch and-

“Kento, Please.” You groaned when you saw him on his laptop. 

“What? It’s not physical work.” He argued. He was researching details surrounding a possible first grade curse that had been running around to send to Gojo.

“You know, for someone who hates work you sure do it a lot.” You pointed out to him, placing a hand on your hip. He froze, hating that you were right.

“I just don’t know what else to do.” He finally admitted, putting his computer on the coffee table. “I’m restless Y/n!”

“Well…here.” You grinned, going over and booting up his long untouched xbox. You smiled when you saw Tekken 7 was already in. “It’s been awhile since we got to play together.” You said, handing him the controller. His eyes lit up as he took it, it only now dawning on him that he actually had time to play video games again. 

“I’m going to crush you.” He informed you of this as if it was an objective fact. As if he was telling you the sky was blue, or explaining how the stock market worked. It was just an objective truth.

“Yeah.” You nodded, knowing he was right. You still smiled as you played with him anyway, even as he continued to crush you with character after character. You only really got mad once.

“Hey, no fair! You one-shot me!” You argued, more in awe than truly angry.

“It’s perfectly fair, the wind up for that move with Miguel is long as hell, you had every opportunity to knock me out of it.” He shrugged. You giggled a bit. 

“I was curious to see what you were doing.” You confessed.

“I guess curiosity killed the cat.” He said dryly, but you could see the smile in his eyes. That was undoubtedly a joke on the fact you were playing Lucky Chloe, and you‘d be lying if you said it didn't make you laugh. Your laugh brought a chuckle out of him, and he placed a loving hand on your knee.

“Thank you Darling,” He smiled, “I feel better already, genuinely this time.”

Ryomen Sukuna

It was quiet in the temple. Far too quiet. Normally your captor lover was very attached to you, taking any chance he could to soak up your attention. But you hadn’t seen him once that day, and as the sun started to set, you found yourself looking for him- despite your better judgment. He wasn’t haunting any of his usual locations: His throne room, his bedroom, the garden, your bedroom. He had all but vanished, leading you to look in rooms you had never even been in. 

You opened a door that was only 3 down from your own. You wondered why you had never thought about what was behind it before. As the door swung open, you were meant with a completely pitch black room. 

“My lord?” You asked softly, poking your head through the entryway. You heard something stir, then the soft glow of his second set of eyes found yours. You stepped into the room and quickly closed the door behind you. “Sukuna? Are you in here?” You whispered, a question you almost instantly recognized as being redundant at best.

“No.” His familiar voice rang out, making you jump a little. His voice was rougher than usual, as if he hadn’t used it all day. As he closed his eyes, yours started to adjust to the dark. You were in another bedroom, and resting in the center of a giant bed laid Ryomen Sukuna, using one of his huge arms to cover his eyes. Something was deeply uncomfortable about the sight. Something that made your stomach churn into knots and your blood run cold. And then it hit you.

Sukuna was trying to make himself seem small. He was curled into himself, as if trying to hide from the outside world. You realized he had to have been dying, there was no other explanation. You didn’t know what was more shocking: that Sukuna was at death's door, or the fact that you were genuinely saddened by the thought. Stockholm syndrome really was no joke. Your body took some initiative and started to move of its own accord. 

“My lord, what's wrong?” you whispered softly as you neared the edge of the plush bed.

“Nothing wench, leave me.” he growled, but his voice lacked all of his normal vitriol. It was as if he simply didn’t have the energy to inject it into his words. You found yourself crawling onto the bed. You put a gentle hand on his chest, earning you a blood chilling side-eyed-glare from Sukuna. Your body tensed under the intense look, screaming at you to get the fuck out of there. But you ignored your basic survival instinct, as you always did. It got you this far at least. 

“You’re cold Ryo…” You muttered softly, laying down next to him. 

“I know. Be quiet, woman.” He growled. He stayed still for a moment, as if deciding if he should kill you for your disrespect or not. He must have decided against it, because when he reached out for you he pulled you closer to him as opposed to throwing you at the wall. He wrapped two of his four arms around you, holding you close the way a child would hold a teddy bear.

You wondered if he came in here often. You realized the likelihood of there being windows was minimal. It was light enough outside you would have seen some of the dusky light if there were any. You nestled into his side and listened to his labored breathing. Whatever was going on with him, he was in significant pain. 

“It’s like someone is drilling into my skull.” He groaned softly, more to himself than to you. A migraine. You realized he was dealing with a migraine. 

“Is there some way I can help?” You asked, trying to make your voice as soft as possible.

“Just...shut up and lay with me.” He muttered, rolling over to fully engulf you in his embrace. It wasn’t often Sukuna was gentle with you, and even more rare that he held you like this. You decided to just enjoy the quiet with him while it lasted. 

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 when you're sick

a/n: i love writing stuff like this, mostly because i think how someone takes care of u when ur sick means a lot :)) it’s very endearing to me!

notes: yujin is not included due to his age! just assume y/n has a nasty case of the flu or something lol, i didn't proofread so sorry for any typos!

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 from worst to best at taking care of you

gyuvin

i don’t think he’d necessarily be bad at it per say

like gyuvin’s definitely the type of guy to treat you a little bit like a baby when you’re sick

he feels really bad, and he doesn’t like seeing you all upset and unhappy :(

so for the first couple of days he’s good at supplying you with medicine and water, and he does his best to make you meals (most of them are bland convenience store soups and noodles put into bowls but it’s okay)

he also spends a lot of time with you, and, by extension, cheers you up a lot

he will amp his funny meter up like 97% because he wants to see you smile and laugh

even though you can barely laugh because you’re sick and your throat hurts

he also will be very loving when you’re sick which is nice because i don’t see him being extremely touchy when you’re going about your daily life

so you get lots of hugs and kisses even though you keep telling him not to because he will get sick

and that’s where everything goes wrong

the thing is. on day 3 he will wake up sick

no matter what, when you get sick, he will be sick within 72 hours

it’s because he’s clingy and annoying and will nap with you, get ready for bed with you, and eat food with you so there’s virtually no protection from your illness

and as much as he would love to keep taking care of you while he’s sick, he feels just as bad so now you’re BOTH rotting away while whatever sickness you have runs its course

you end up having to call hanbin over because neither of you want to do anything but lay there

so like

enjoy the two days of a very loving and doting boyfriend (more so than usual)

and make sure to tell hanbin when you get sick so he can be prepared to clear his schedule lol

under gyuvin’s (technically hanbin’s) care, it takes about a week to fully get better!

ricky

so sorry to the 04s for this slander

again i don’t think he’d be bad at it he’d just be a little clueless

i think when he gets really stressed out about something he shuts down a little bit too so when your fever is pushing 102 he’s kind of like a sim that can’t figure out how to get past a desk (if that makes sense)

you’ll be like “ugh my head hurts” and he’ll be like oh okay … then twenty minutes later he finally returns with advil and a cup of water

or like you’ll be napping and he’ll suddenly remember that you need to take more dayquil (he’s about an hour late)

and at the end of the day he will get done what he needs to get done just like give him a minute

ricky somehow makes a really good chicken noodle soup (it’s just canned soup) and you always ask him about it and how he makes it!! he tells you it’s a secret (he just slightly modifies canned soup)

i think he’s also pretty good at making sure he doesn’t get sick from taking care of you, too

like as much as he loves you and not being able to hold your hand makes him want to die, he doesn’t want to be like gyuvin and force hanbin to take care of both of you lol

so he’ll wear a mask and wash his hands pretty regularly, but he makes sure to reassure you that he’s taking the necessary precautions so that he can successfully nurse you back to health, and that he still loves you even if he can’t get too close right now :)

i think his main strength in this area is keeping you entertained, though

like he’ll make sure there’s always a movie playing or something, even if you’re asleep

he doesn’t want you to be bored and feel bad

also has an intrinsic belief that not being bored will distract you from the icky feelings

under ricky’s care, it takes a little over a week to get better!

matthew

same with ricky, i think matthew’s not necessarily bad at it, but he kind of shuts down when he finds out

he goes from like doting, loving boyfriend to oh god oh my god oh no oh god

if you give him a bit of time to gather himself he goes from panic mode to question mode

matthew will NOT leave you alone while you’re sick!!! he’s halfway convinced you’re living out your last days!!!! he has to make sure you don’t die!!!!

he also asks you 70 questions an hour

“do you need anything?” “do you want something to eat?” “do you need more water?” “do you want a massage?”

of the 70 questions, maybe about 3 or 4 of them yield the answer “yes” but that’s not 0 so he’s going to keep it up

he’s like baymax or something idk he’s just so stressed out the entire time

he’s like nigh unrecognizable the entire time

you are absolutely aware of the fact that sometimes he leaves the room to call his mom and ask for advice but you pretend that you don’t know for the sake of his dignity

although his constant stream of questions can be somewhat overwhelming at times, you’re very appreciative of his dedication because when you’re sick, you will get anything you need

he will also make any meal you desire even if he’s never made it before, and he really adores the way it makes you smile so then he’s all smiley afterwards &lt;;/3

if he needs to go out to the store to get you something, he will either enlist somebody else to do it or have someone stay with you while he’s gone

so you’ll get a lot of well wishes from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin while you’re not feeling well

when you get better it’s the best day of matthew’s life i’m pretty sure

he remembers what it feels like to not be terribly worried 24/7 so you watch him deflate like a balloon

and then he naps for like four hours

under matthew’s care, it takes 6-ish days to get better!

taerae

taerae’s pretty middle of the road in my opinion

like we learned during boys’ planet, he’s the youngest kid so he received a lot of affection and love when he was growing up

so, when you’re sick, he gives you a LOT of affection

you could be rotting away in bed and taerae will be like “you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen” with heart eyes

i think the thing that gives taerae a real leg up though is that his first thought is “oh let’s go see a doctor” and he can drive so you go pretty much immediately

that way, you get flu-specific medicine and get better quicker than you would’ve without

after that, taerae’s sick care is pretty run of the mill

i don’t think he’s too panicked about it because people get sick all the time, and so, unless you’re really, really sick he’s not going to be doting on you 24/7 like matthew would

he’ll still run errands and he won’t cancel plans unless you straight up ask him to (and if you ask he will without thinking about it!!!)

and he makes sure you’re taking your meds, drinking water, and eating three times a day

but life doesn’t stop, you know??

it’s nice because when you’re sick, sometimes all you want is to be left alone for a bit and that’s exactly what taerae does for you :)

also, because he’s continuing on with his life, he won’t get sick from you so you won’t have any of that guilt on your shoulders

one special thing taerae does when you’re sick though is sing you to sleep

sure, when you’re not sick, he’ll do it from time to time but he’s very consistent when you’re not feeling well!! he’ll get the guitar out and sing you a lullaby or two

he will also sing you awake </3 and he wakes you up to eat!!! so it’ll be a cute little made up jingle about it being breakfast time … it’s very heartwarming

under taerae’s care, you get better in 5 days!

jiwoong

i think he’s very similar to taerae in this respect, so he’s also in the middle (but a little bit higher up)

jiwoong is older and more experienced with stuff like this so he’s very businessy about it

when you wake up with a fever, you’ll head to the doctor and get your tamiflu or whatever

from then on it’s just a waiting game i think

the main difference between taerae and jiwoong though is strictly experience

he’s very routine when it comes to taking care of you

you eat breakfast, he gives you dayquil, goes out to get anything you ask for…it continues

jiwoong is also really good at knowing when you want him around and when you want him to leave you alone

but he’s always generally around, and will cancel plans (without telling you) so that he can make sure he’s available if anything goes wrong

he’s good at planning for the worst case scenario without being worried about it, too, so he’ll have a backup plan in place if you (for some reason) start getting worse rather than getting better

jiwoong is great to have around when you’re sick because he’s good at cooking, too

he will bring you the most delicious soup you’ve ever had in your life and will literally juice oranges so that you can have fresh orange juice

he doesn’t tell you but he’s a little manic about what you’re consuming when you’re sick because he doesn’t want you to throw up or get sicker because of what you’re eating

he also gives really good bear hugs when you’re sick

like the best bear hug of your life

when you trudge out of the bedroom in the morning to eat breakfast and open your arms for a hug he will gladly envelope you into the most comfortable thing you’ve felt in weeks

they’re obviously no different from his hugs when you’re not sick but for some reason they’re just so much better than when you’re not feeling well

under jiwoong’s care, you get better in 4-5 days

zhang hao

TOP 3!!

hao is so lovely to be around when everything is normal, so when you’re sick he’s like a saving grace almost

he actually notices you’re sick before you do

he wakes up one morning, looks over at you, and notices that your cheeks are flushed and you’re making a kind of unhappy face

he takes your temperature and is like >:0 oh no

so you literally wake up to him holding a gatorade and a bowl of rice and you’re like ??? what

“you’re sick”

“i am???”

and then a couple of hours the symptoms really kick in and you’re like “how are you a genius…” but he’s just observant lol

while you’re sick, he dials up the zhang hao charm like 7000% and makes sure that you know he loves you more than anything and that he will do/get anything you need until you get better

and he will ensure that you don’t feel guilty that he’s taking time off of his everyday life to dote on you

i think, in general, hao is so good at catching your illness before it’s really able to set in that your symptoms tend to be fairly mild throughout the time that you’re sick (thus, you get better faster)

and he’s good at making sure you’re staying clean too

he knows how awful it is when you get sick and you don’t have anyone to help you out, so you just end up feeling gross and disgusting all the time

so he makes sure you’re doing your skincare (he will literally do it for you if you need him to) and that you’re showering when you need to yk

and he gets “anonymous deliveries” of little treats throughout the time that you’re sick (he asks hanbin to pick some things up and put them at the door lol)

when you get better, hao will take you on a date to celebrate (and he lets you pay so you’ll truly crush any guilt you felt for interrupting his daily life)

under hao’s care, you get better in 4 days!

gunwook

this might be a hot take but i think gunwook would be so nice to have around when you’re sick

i also think, like hao, he picks up on it before it even happens idk

he’ll see that one of your friends got sick after you hung out and he just knows

he will preemptively make you take theraflu, and you think he’s being stupid but then you wake up with a fever

he’s like “i told you”

gunwook would be panicked in a way that you have no clue, so it’s out of sight and out of mind

but in all actuality he’s blowing up the zb1 gc like wtf do i DO!!!

everyone’s first recommendation is to make sure you don’t end up like gyuvin (sick and unhappy) LOL

but half the things he does are recommendations from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin so make sure to thank them at some point!!

because he takes tips from the pros he ends up being a pro you know

and he finds out ricky’s super secret (canned) soup recipe so he’s got that on lock too

essentially gunwook is the product of the rest of the group’s experience … like the answer to one big equation lol

the one thing he doesn’t listen to is everyone telling him to like not be constantly close to you

i’m a believer that gunwook rarely gets sick (his immune system is like on steroids) so he spends the entirety of this period hanging out with you

naps with you, goes to bed at the same time as you, watches whatever you’re watching, etc

obviously he’s washing his hands pretty often but he’s still hanging out with you, which makes you feel very happy and loved :)

afterwards, you’re very thankful and appreciative and gunwook will take all the credit for the techniques other people supplied him with

at some point you’ll probably catch on but you won’t say anything lol

if he’s happy, you’re happy!

under gunwook’s care, you get better in 3-4 days!

hanbin

i feel like this was obvious

this man is literally a mother

you feel like your mom is taking care of you the entire time you’re sick

when you wake up and tell him you aren’t feeling well he does the mom thing (puts his hand on your forehead) and can actually conclude you have a fever by doing that

and then he’ll tell you to go lay down while he makes breakfast lol

it’s seriously like your mom is taking care of you, i cannot overstate this

he’s giving you cold washcloths and handing you cough drops every 2-3 business hours

he asks what your symptoms are and goes “hmm” before disappearing from the room and returning with the exact remedy you need

hanbin quite literally hates the idea that you’re nothing less than happy, so he will do everything in his power to make sure you’re getting better while honoring your wishes at the same time

so if all you want to do is sleep, he’ll let you sleep

or if you want to try and still be productive, he’ll let you help with the dishes or do your own laundry if need be

being sick under hanbin’s care is so nice because you don’t feel like the world has stopped just because you’re sick, you know

the way he takes care of you keeps you feeling strong enough to do something other than lay about all day

and you don’t really get to the point where you feel like death is imminent (i assume this is a universal experience for everyone)

and he’s not too worried about you being sick as he’s worried about you getting better and not having any residual symptoms you know

also makes yummy and delicious food for you so that’s a big plus LOL

you get better so fast that it’s barely a bump in the road

you think god accidentally gave hanbin special powers and you’re glad you get to be the main benefactor of them

under hanbin’s care, you get better in 3 days!

thank you for reading!

[peterman-spideyparker]

Half-Wrong (College!Matt Murdock x college!fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Howdy folks, ya girl somehow caught Covid during the worst week possible! I have a 102 fever and I don't really remember writing this cuz I've been taking a lot of naps, so if it doesn't make sense and has errors I'm sorry. I saw that Owen Sleater gifset (iykyk) and rolled with it. Enjoy :)

Summary: You have been attracted to Matt Murdock ever since the pair of you met at the coffee shop on campus on move-in day, but you knew he'd never feel the same way about you - this became especially true once you got insight on his romantic life. So when you find him waiting for you after you come back from a date, you take a chance.

Warnings: Sweet platonic fluff, close friendship vibes, kissing, smut (oral - f!receiving, sexy oral m!condom put on, protected sex, p in v sex), swearing

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, ofc (Cassie)

Word Count: 2,844

“C’mon, just a little more,” you huff as you move your run to a jog on the sidewalk. “A little bit more, and then we’ll be back at the dorms.”

“I don’t get why you think this is the best way to exercise,” Matt huffs as he puts his hands up in a T shape.

“You like boxing, I like a good run. Potato, potahto. The thing you should be thinking about is why you repeatedly agree and continue to go on runs with me,” you pant as you untie the tether that you use while you run—with Matt being unable to see and just how hard you imagine running with a cane would be, a tether to your waist to guide him and gently keep him out of the path of obstacles seemed like a good option.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve figured that part out yet, either. I mean, you do agree to box with me which is nice. But I think I just like spending time with you. Although, being tied with you does kind of make me feel like a dog.”

“Ah, but you’re such a kind, pretty dog with soft hair,” you smirk, ruffling his sweaty hair. “Such a good boy.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, his cheeks flushing beyond the rosiness from the run. “Help me get to the cafe in the student union and I’ll buy us some waters.”

You press a kiss to his warm cheek and place his hand on your forearm. 

“Hey, are you still gonna join Foggy and I at Josie’s tonight?” he asks, his breathing sounding like it’s starting to return to normal as you both enter the nearby building.

“I thought that was tomorrow?” you return, navigating the pair of you through a small little self-serve concession area.

“No, tonight. You have plans?”

“Don’t sound too shocked.”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“Okay. Then how did you mean it?”

“Well, just that you haven’t had plans in almost a year,” he exaggerates as he takes the waters you hand him.

“Excuse me, I have plans,” you say as you take the waters back and scan them, Matt rooting around in his shorts for his student ID.

“No, you have plans with your other friends semi-regularly. You never have date plans,” he clarifies as he swipes his ID to pay.

“I’m sorry all of us can’t be you with a new companion every few weeks.”

“I don’t have a ‘new companion’ every few weeks.”

“Oh, come on, Matt, don’t deny it,” you say as you drink your water. “Right now, it’s that girl from that IP law class, before that it was a dental student, then I think an international relations major? But let’s not forget about contract law girl, estate planning—.”

“Okay, fine, I’ve had a lot of short-term relationships.”

“Well, that’s great for you, but that’s not what I’m looking for,” you tell him. “I mean, I don’t expect anything right now to last forever, but, I don’t want it to be a four-week thing and then be done with it. If I’m gonna make plans with someone, it’s because I think I still might be making plans with them in five months.”

Matt nods and drinks some of his own water as you move back outside and in the direction of our dorms. “So, what’s this guy like? Where’d you meet?”

“Cassie actually set us up,” you say. “She said that he seemed like my type, like a really good guy.”

“Well, then, I’m happy you have plans tonight. I hope it goes well.”

“Thanks, Matt. I do, too. I mean, I have no reason to think they won’t. Just tell Foggy I’m sorry I’m gonna miss him tonight.”

“Of course.”

“Do I see a wild (Y/N) in one of her natural habitats?” you hear Foggy call from across the quad.

“Speak of the Nelson, and he shall appear!” you smile as he comes to wrap you in a hug. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“(Y/N) has a date tonight,” Matt says with a devilish grin.

“Matthew!” you say, giving him a swift whack. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you things.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m happy for you, really.”

“I am, too!” Foggy chimes in. “I’m bummed that it means you’ll miss drinks at Josie’s, but, it’s about time you get dicked down.”

“I need to hang out with more friends that are girls,” you sigh, taking a look at your watch. “I gotta go now if I want to take an everything shower.” Kissing each of their cheeks, you wave goodbye and run off to your dorm to get ready.

“I just don’t see it going anywhere,” you sigh as you enter the main lobby of your dorm building.

“Really?” Cassie asks over the phone.

“We work on paper, but there wasn’t any spark.”

“Maybe the spark is gonna take some time.”

“A spark shouldn’t take time, Cass. It should be right there I didn’t feel anything.”

“You can’t pin every guy against Matt, you know.”

“I’m not comparing everyone against Matt,” you scoff incredulously. 

“Yes, you are. Ever since you met. I bet you felt a spark with him.”

“So what if I did? It’s clear he didn’t with me, but . . .” You sigh and shake the thought out of your head. “I’m not an option for him. He’s a good person, but more importantly, he’s my friend. I’m not gonna spend my time fantasizing about something that’s never gonna happen.”

“HA.”

“You are so mean.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just a funny concept—you, not fantasizing.”

“Rude.”

“I’m your oldest friend, it’s my job.”

“I appreciate it. Listen, I just got to my door, I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, (Y/N). Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Hanging up, you sigh as you put your phone back into your bag, hiking the strap up over your shoulder, slipping out your keys and undoing the old locks. You toss your purse on the nearby table, but freeze in your tracks when you see someone sitting on your bed. Not any someone. Matt.

“You shouldn’t be in here this late,” you breathe.

“I shouldn’t be in here at all,” he says softly, folding his glasses and putting them on your nightstand. “But why do something half-wrong?”

You slowly start to close the gap between where he sits and where you stand. “Matt . . .”

“If you want me to go, I will. Just say the word.”

“. . . Why now?”

“I don’t know. I just . . . I realized tonight when I was at Josie’s with Foggy that if you’re going to be kissing anyone, I want it to be me.”

You don’t care what you just told Cassie. Honestly, you don’t care about anything or how this could complicate your friendship or any of the consequences. Instead, you move to your bed, climb into his lap, and kiss him. That spark you first felt with Matt when you met is a full-blown lightning bolt now, every last bit of you tingling with electricity; you know Matt feels it too from the way his hands slide up your back and how his fingers card through your hair. Matt leans back on the mattress, letting you take the lead as you make out. His kisses gradually grow more aggressive—the clashing of teeth, nipping, squeezing, and grinding. Matt rolls your bodies over on the bed, eagerly but carefully pulling off your shirt.

“Please tell me you were anticipating this and have condoms on you,” you pant as he peppers kisses all over your torso.

“Mmm,” he hums into my body. Oh my God, I think I just came. “Four.”

“We’re using all of them.” You feel how his lips curl into a smile against your body, making you writhe before you scream out when he starts to suck on the sweet spot on your neck.

“Ambitious,” he hums, licking and kissing at the stinging spot on my neck.

“Oh, well, you know me,” you grunt, your fingertips scratching his scalp. “I love to go above and beyond.”

“Let’s shoot for two,” he says into your collarbone.

“Don’t think I can handle using them all?”

He lifts his face up to be level with yours. “I’m saying that you won’t be walking straight after one. If we use more than two, I’ll be carrying you around campus for a week.”

“Sound like a challenge.”

“It’s a guarantee.”

You both smile brightly before you kiss, and you bunch up the cotton of his shirt exposing his soft skin and toned muscles something out of a romance novel.

“Like what you see?” he smirks.

“You’re too cocky for your own good,” you sigh as you run a hand down his exposed body. “But as a matter of fact, I really, really do.”

“Well, if you’re thinking of doing what I think you are, angel . . . Tonight is about you, and treating you right. How I should’ve treated you a long time ago.” He leans down and kisses your lips before moving the embraces along your cheek to just below your ear. “Sit back and relax, sweetheart. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

You sigh as he presses kisses down your chest, nipping at your cleavage and soothing the sting of any bite with his lips. You pant in excitement under his touch as his hands wrap around my back, unclasping your bra and sliding it painfully slow off of your body. You let out a sigh and toss your head to the side as his lips wrap around your nipple, one of his hands on your free breast while the other hand holds onto yours. Matt takes his time as if he’s trying to map out your body in his mind with his lips. Gazing down, you catch a glimpse of how happy Matt looks as he drags his lips further down your torso, pressing a long kiss on your belly button before unbuttoning your pants to shimmy them off your legs. Tossing them to the floor, he kisses all the way up your legs before spreading them apart to nestle his face against your covered core. You whine at his careful and deliberate movements, lifting your hips to help him slide the fabric off. Matt’s fingers gently spread you open, exposing yourself completely to him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes. “So perfect for me.”

Carefully, he lets out a soft breath on your pussy before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Oh!” you cry out. “Fuck . . .”

Your toes curl as Matt works his magic, and your eyes flutter shut as you let your mind get caught up in all the things that Matt is making you feel. If you had known he could make you feel like this—if you knew he even felt an inkling of the same way toward your, you would’ve done something to let him know that you care about him more more than a friend.

“Matty,” you breathe, running your fingers through his hair. “Oh, Matt, just like that. So good.”

You watch as Matt tries to lift his gaze upward to meet yours, his beautiful hazel eyes sparkling with delight as he eats you out. You swallow hard, throwing your head back as you feel your orgasm quickly approach. You cry out when you feel him slide two fingers into you, curling them just right to throw you over the edge. Your body arches off of the mattress as you cry out, your thighs clenching around his head. Matt’s tongue cleans up every last drop of your arousal before kissing all the way back up your body.

“You taste so good, angel,” he murmurs into your lips. “You ready for me?”

“Please,” you breathe, kissing him deeply. “I need you.”

He grins, kissing you again before leaning back and undoing his pants, shimmying them down enough to free his cock from the fabric before he reaches in his pocket to grab a condom. He is absolutely huge—delightfully so, and I feel the space between my legs instantly flood at the sight of him. Now what he said about not walking straight makes total sense, and not Matt just being cocky.

“All the way off,” you demand with a smile.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip in excitement as he gets completely naked while you tear open the little foil package.

“C’mere,” you grin as you drink him in as he kneels on your bed, completely and utterly bare.

Matt licks his lips, doing as you ask, folding his arms behind his head. Fuck, he has to know what he’s doing when he rests like that. Carefully, you crawl over to him, putting the tip of the condom in your mouth before you wrap your hand around his base and bring your head down his length. Your jaw hurts as you go down his thick cock, but you manage to get it all the way down. When you get back up, you see how lust-blown Matt’s expression is, how flushed his cheeks and chest are.

“That was so fucking hot,” he hums. “Get over here, angel.”

With a smile, you move to meet him in a kiss, a new passion in the embrace that hand’t been there before.

“You ready for me?” he breathes.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly as you dip down for a kiss.

With firm hands on your hips, he guides you down on his cock. You moan in harmony as he gets deeper and deeper in you, and it feels like you’re going to get split in two the further he goes. When you’re all the way down, he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

“Are you okay?” he breathes when your lips part.

“I’m okay,” you assure him. “You’re big."

“And you’re tight,” he smirks. “You good for me to move?”

“Oh, fuck, please.”

“Such good manners.”

With another kiss and a smile, Matt wraps his arms around you so your back is on the mattress and he’s hovering above you. You feel the sweet sting from the drag of his cock as he pulls out before pushing back in, testing and stretching you slowly as he starts to establish a rhythm. Your lips part as you feel more pleasure with each of Matt’s thrusts, one of your hands moving to his bicep and creating little crescent moons in his soft skin as he moves faster and faster.

“Right there,” you breathe. “Shit . . . Matt, yes, right there.”

“Good girl,” he hums. “So good taking my cock like that.”

“K-Kiss me,” you stutter, feeling your second orgasm approaching.

Looking at you tenderly, he leans down and kisses you long and slow, staying lower to keep little space between our bodies.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, kissing your cheek. “So perfect.”

“Matt, ‘m close,” you whimper.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His hand cradles the side of your face, kissing you once more.

You bite your lip, stifling your moan as you come around Matt, your body clinging to his as he continues to move his hips, his skin flushing as he grunts, approaching his own release, spilling into the condom. He kisses you all over as your breathing steadies, pulling out and tossing the condom into the trash before wrapping you in his arms and kissing your wherever his lips can find skin.

“Matt,” you chuckle softly as he sucks marks into your collarbone.

“Shh,” he hums, kissing the marks to soothe them.

“Matt, it tickles!”

You feel his lips curl into a smile as he presses kisses up your neck. “I’ve always loved your laugh. This is just another way I can hear it.”

“And it’s another way I can see your smile.” You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You know, I bet if you give me enough time in between, we can use up all the condoms.”

“You think?”

“Nothing saying we can’t try.”

“Ambitious girl,” he smiles.

“It’s part of my charm. Why you like me. Why we work well together.”

“One of the reasons, yeah. There’s plenty of others, though.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.” He kisses your forehead. “I’ve got a whole list.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You giggle at the silence and look at him. “Are you gonna tell me any?”

Matt’s fingers trace aimless patterns on your skin. “I think you already know them, angel. But I’ll tell you one every day. Today, it’s your ambition. Tomorrow . . .” He lets out a breath. “It’ll be whatever feels right for me to point out.”

“Well, I’ve got a list, too. And right at the top is how safe you make me feel. How special you make me feel. How loved." You kiss his chest. "Tomorrow’s something might have to do with your nose.”

Matt’s expression is filled with tenderness, closing the gap between you once more, holding onto you and letting you rest right above his heart.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

For your drabbles: Steddie babysitting someone’s baby and deciding that they want one too 💗

Max and Lucas delaying their honeymoon was a shock to everyone until they sat everyone down after their wedding and explained why.

Max was pregnant, and even though they hadn't planned on having kids anytime soon, they were excited.

Everyone was excited for them.

No one was as excited as Steve.

"My first grandchild!" He said dramatically as he hugged them both.

He was the first call when they found it was a boy, Lucas sobbing on the phone equal parts excited and scared while Max poked fun at both of them for crying. He was the one Max called on to plan the baby shower because the Sinclairs were insisting she had to have one.

And he was the first call when Max went into labor two weeks early.

He woke Eddie up, panicked, rushing to get there because Max didn't want anyone but him and Lucas.

When he found out the reason she wanted him there was because they were naming their son after him, he cried for almost an hour straight.

He was their designated babysitter. If they needed him for a date night, he was there with his own diaper bag for baby Steve. When they finally reached a point where they felt comfortable going on their honeymoon, Steve was prepared.

They'd be gone for five days.

Eddie was nervous, had never had to take care of a baby for that long before.

But Steve was ready.

The first two days were uneventful, they kept up as much of the routine Max and Lucas told him about as possible while Eddie still had to work and Steve had to lesson plan for the upcoming year.

But on the third day, baby Steve woke up with a small fever.

"Nothing to worry about yet, he still has an appetite and isn't sleeping more than usual," Steve said when Eddie started to worry.

"Should we call them?"

"No, not yet."

Eddie called into work, wanted to make sure he was home in case he needed to help in some way, even though Steve insisted it would be fine.

Baby Steve was doing okay until the afternoon. His fever spiked and he got cranky, but he wouldn't sleep like he usually did for his afternoon nap.

"Alright, let's try some Motrin."

The Motrin worked for about an hour.

Eddie was rocking baby Steve in his arms as he paced the room, Steve on the phone with the pediatrician explaining what was going on.

"So?" Eddie asked when he was done on the phone.

"Said if it gets above 102 and he stops taking the bottle to take him to the ER, but other than that just let it run its course."

"So we're in for a long night."

"Yep."

But they took turns, quickly found a cycle of switching off every two hours so they could sleep, soft forehead kisses between them when they handed the baby off between them.

By mid-morning the next day, the fever broke and baby Steve was completely back to normal.

Steve watched from his spot in front of the stove as Eddie danced through the room holding a giggling baby Steve, fond smile on his face.

"We should have a baby."

Eddie froze and turned to him, still patting baby Steve on the back slowly.

"I mean, we could. We should. We're good at this."

Eddie blinked.

"I know we said we would wait to talk about it until we could buy a house, but we have a two bedroom apartment already! And we both have stable jobs and have money in savings and we're at an age where most of our friends are planning on it."

Steve felt his heart sink as Eddie remained silent, tried to settle himself into not having kids for a while longer.

Then Eddie's arm wrapped around his waist, making him turn around.

"I'd love to have babies with you. Let's talk about it when little Stevie here isn't around and figure out what our best option is, okay?"

"Really?" Steve beamed at him, unable to help the way he bounced up and down a couple of times in excitement.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Little Stevie needs a friend, don't ya kiddo?"

Baby Steve smacked his hand against Eddie's cheek before reaching for his hair like he always did if he didn't have a toy in his hand.

"We're gonna be dads?"

"Yeah, my love. Good ones, too."

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite FRANCISCO MORALES Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 1

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

False God & Worship The Love - @swiftispunk Sub!Frankie

The Pilot & His Girl Series - @avastrasposts TLOU Crossover

Sex Worker Frankie Series - @prolix-yuy SexWorker!Frankie

K-Holes & Sticky Floors (Prequel To Rock Bottom) & Rock Bottom Series - @ghostofaboy Frankie x M!OFC's

My Girl - @foli-vora Featuring Dave York

Catalyst - @ezrasbirdie Featuring Joel Miller

Telltale Heart, More Sex, No Lies & Still A Video Tape - @astroboots

Just Focus On My Love - @javiscigarette

Sweet Thing - @psychedelic-ink StepBrother!Frankie

The Layover Series & Santa Fe Series - @goodwithcheese

Not A Day Too Soon & Blind Dates & One Night Stands - @criticallyacclaimedstranger

Douchebag!Frankie AU Series & F*ck You Frankie - @gracieispunk

Because Of You Series - @kteague OFC!Girasol

Frankie Series - @siriuslymooned

Rack 'Em - @macfrog BBF!Frankie

Touch Me Like You Never, Push Me Like You Never - @quinnnfabrgay-writes

Seven Minutes In Heaven & 102 - @tieronecrush

It's Always The Quiet Ones - @thot-of-khonshu

Old House & Gold Band - @moralesispunk

Fix You Series - @astoryisaloveaffair

Masterlist (Navigate to Frankie Morales Boxset) - @frannyzooey So much to choose from!

A Bumpy Road & Frankie Masterlist - @absurdthirst

The Book Of Love - @mvtthewmurdvck Bookshop AU

Morning Spice, Unwrap Me Now & The Day Frankie Came Home - @mvtthewmurdvck

Too Divine - @sageispunk

Riddles & Enigma - @wayfaringhoax

Distraction - @frenchiereading

Sing Fever To The Form - @thelightsandtheroses

Through The Scope Series - @ssuperficialspacecadett

Slow Shift - @hellishjoel LineCook!Frankie

The Fire Within Us - @flightlessangelwings Sex Pollen

Until The Sun Comes Up - @superhoeva

Bacon & Eggs - @noisynaia

Frankie Masterlist - @guess-my-next-obsession Couldn't choose just one!

Designated Person Series - @whatsnewalycat

These Hands Were Made For Worshipping You - @l0ngschl0ngking

Stood Up - @trulybetty

Feed Your Ego - @whatthefishh Featuring Santiago Garcia

Something Else Series - @pedrostylez

As Long As I Want - @fettuccin-e

Airport Pickup & Hideaway Featuring Santiago Garcia - @legendary-pink-dot

Heartbeat Part 1 & Part 2 - @floralpascal

At My Fingertips - @millerscoffee Throuple Featuring Featuring Santiago Garcia

The Run - @magpiepills Featuring Santiago Garcia

Pope The Meddler - @firsttimewriter92 Featuring Santiago Garcia

Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You Series - @peterhollandkait

Can't Shoot Whiskey - @strawhbrrries

Just A Number Series - @linzels-blog

[cattdeity]

cotl headcanon dialogue me and @the-one-who-waitss came up with

Follower, confused/threatened tone: " Lamb..is he...Is he mad at me? " Points at a glaring Narinder

Lamb, unchanging flat tone: " oh that's just his resting face. "

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Aym, laying in bed while sick: "narinder, NARINDER!"

Narinder, folding clothes: " Hm? "

Aym, now with their hands in the air: "GET ME ANOTHER BLANKET! "

Narinder, now turned and glaring at Aym: "You have a fever of 102 I'm not getting you another blanket."

Aym, who has a hand on their forehead dramatically: "WAAAAGHHH.."

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Lamb, looking straight at Ratau: "Dad I don't know how old I am."

Ratau, pauses briefly before he speaks:"My bet is on 16.."

Lamb, deep in thought: " I've definitely been a cult leader longer than 6 years"

Ratau, now on his wits end: "Eighteen?..."

Lamb, suddenly remembers something: " OH WAIT, I kept a calendar for every year in the cult! "

The Lamb grabs a STACK of calendars and their face contorts into horror

Lamb, now looking down at the stack with absolute fear in their eyes: "dad I'm 29 in human years so I'm.. ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT IN SHEEP YEARS."

Ratau, now in slight shock:" Im older son. "

Lamb, now having a smug look on their face: " you're probably in the four digits by now. "

Ratau, with an exaggerated shocked expression: “I’m only in the three digits!”

Lamb, holding back laughs: " okay where like 999? "

Ratau, still being dramatic: “967!”

Lamb starts counting mentally, then snickers when they hear Ratau's age in rat years: " dad in rat years your ..11760"

Ratau, jaw dropped: "..."

[sycamorelibrary754]

Guardian Angel

Chapter 6: Compound Living

Summary: Your recovery continues in the Avengers Compound. You open up to Wanda about your past and have a heart-to-heart that may lead to something more for the both of you. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter of Guardian Angel will most likely be posted after the holidays. I hope you enjoy!

Guardian Angel Masterlist

If you had to stare at another cup of jello, you might just scream. After being stuck in the Med Bay for two weeks, you were craving something sweet from the shop. You were surprised that the food wasn't better given that Stark could have brought up filet mignon if he wanted to. You were extremely grateful that you were finally leaving the Med Bay today, even though you weren't going far.

Wanda would be here shortly to help you move into her old room in the compound. The redhead had been coming to visit you almost every day when she wasn’t at home with the boys. It was the highlight of your day when she walked through your door and brought some much-needed color and personality to your plain old Med Bay room. 

Every moment spent with Wanda you learned something new. Her childhood and the happy memories she had of Pietro, despite the struggles they faced growing up in war-torn Sokovia. She waxed poetically about her parents. How her father would bring home American sitcoms that she fell in love with while simultaneously learning English. The Chicken Paprakish her mother lovingly prepared.

Despite all the information you had learned about her and everything she knew about you, you still felt like you were holding back. You couldn’t miss the look she gave you when Dr. Cho said she couldn’t reach your parents, but you were too scared to mention the kiss you had shared when you first woke up after the accident. You feared that Wanda would dismiss it as a mistake caused by your shared vulnerability. However, you knew you couldn't avoid it forever.

Dr. Cho and Banner entered your room, interrupting your thoughts. "You're all set," said Dr. Cho, handing you your discharge papers and aftercare instructions. "Remember, your first follow-up appointment is on Friday."

“Thank you both so much. I'm really grateful,” you said, choking up.

“Okay, who’s ready to bust out of this joint?” Wanda announced pushing in a wheelchair.

Oh great, my driver is here," you joked, wiping your eyes before Wanda could see. "Will you ever stop treating me like a baby? I've made significant progress in my recovery thanks to the cradle.”

“Not a chance,” helping you shift from the bed into the wheelchair. 

*^~^*

“Steve, Bucky, and Sam are at your apartment getting your stuff and Natasha should be back from the Candy Bar any minute with an update from Harper on the shop,” rolling you down the hall and into the elevator. “Because you can’t just rest and let yourself heal, you have to be a workaholic,” Wanda mumbled. 

"I have never missed a day of work, not even when I had a fever of 102," you proudly declared.

Wanda sighed and said, "I'm sorry Y/N, but I don't think that's the kind of flex you think it is.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Maximoff," said FRIDAY.

“Oh, my God!” You exclaimed. “Who is that person?” If you could stand up from the wheelchair, you would have.

"Relax, it's only FRIDAY," Wanda said as she laid a hand on your shoulder.

“What?”

“Tony's AI interface is integrated into every function in the compound and can provide assistance with any needs.”

“I notice that you have a guest, Ms. Maximoff.”

“Yes, FRIDAY. This is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s going to be staying with us for a bit in my old room.”

Welcome Ms. Y/L/N. Please let me know if you need assistance.

“Hi FRIDAY, it’s nice to meet you too.”

“She’ll be your new best friend,” Wanda joked. 

“Stark really can do anything,” you said.

The elevator stopped as FRIDAY announced your arrival in the living quarters. Doors opened to a stunning common area, leaving you speechless. Needless to say, it was much nicer than your apartment.

"Welcome to the common room and the kitchen," Wanda said, as she led you through the room. "We usually keep some late-night snacks in the fridge, and if you ever need something sweet, I can show you where Clint keeps his stash of chocolate," she giggled.

"This is amazing," you say, your eyes wandering around the room.

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you hear rumors about the Avengers Compound, but you don’t know if it’s true. Oh my god! Look at that plasma screen TV! A Ps5!” Squealing like a little kid. 

“Yes, when they're not working, you'll find the boys and some of the younger ones gathered around that ridiculous thing.

“I want to play!” 

“Y/N, you only have one good arm.”

“So, I could still play! Call out moves,” you pleaded as Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Tony’s lab is down that corridor to the left. He’s usually in there tinkering away at all hours of the night until Pepper comes and gets him.” Wanda continues to roll you down a separate hallway, “Team bedrooms are down this way.” 

You passed a few doors before coming to a stop. “This is my room,” gently opening the door and pushing you inside. 

“Wow, Wanda, this is awesome.”

If you walked in a forest at first light, if you let the awakening green hues into your soul, that would be the sense that was her bedroom. There was a calmness, a serenity, a feeling of optimism. The same feelings you felt whenever she was in your presence. 

“Thank you. It’s not as fancy as some of my teammates' rooms, but I loved it,” helping you out of the wheelchair and onto the bed. “I did my best to make it my safe space. So no matter what was going on outside, no matter what happened out in the field, I could come home and find my peace of mind again.” 

“That’s beautiful, Wanda.”

As you looked up, Natasha called out "Knock knock" from the doorway.

“Reporting back from the Candy Bar, boss,” Nat said walking towards you.

“Oh God, I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Relax, everything is fine,” Nat said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “That Harper girl has the shop running like a well-oiled machine.”

Thank goodness, you exclaimed. "Do we need anything? I could place an order from here," you said, reaching for your phone.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be working. Your number one priority should be your recovery," Wanda interrupted.

You simply grumbled at her response before turning back to the Black Widow. 

“I called Harper and let her know you were coming. Is there any chance she didn’t fangirl over you when you arrived?”

“If you consider knocking over a jar of jelly beans and dropping some kid’s ice cream on the floor keeping her composure, then sure. She was very composed,” Natasha said. 

You ran a hand down your face, imagining your best friend's clumsiness. You said, "Thank you, Natasha. I owe you one. I have been going crazy not being there. It was a relief to have someone in there to keep an eye on the place.

“No problem, Y/N,” patting your leg. “Oh, and one more thing,” bringing her other hand out from behind your back. “I brought you back a little something.” Holding up a bag from your shop. “Harper told me what you liked. The first rule of compound living - guard your snacks or they will be eaten by one of the boys,” handing you the bag. 

“You’re the best! I’ve been craving some sweets from the shop,” taking the bag.

“I know,” Natasha smirked. “Second rule of compound living - I know everything.” 

“It’s true,” Wanda confirmed. 

“Delivery!” Sam called out as he walked into the room carrying a couple of boxes with Steve and Bucky trailing behind with boxes of their own. 

“Wow, did you pack up the entire apartment?” Nat teased.

“We wanted to be prepared for every eventuality,” Bucky said. “We weren’t sure what Y/N would need.”

“Wow, thank you so much, you guys,” you said. 

Steve said, "We'll be happy to help you unpack after our meeting with Hill," placing down the boxes.

I'll come with you guys," Nat said. "See you in a bit, Y/N.

“Bye,” you waved. 

Wanda fluffed the pillow behind your back before sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Comfortable?” 

“Yes, very much so.”

“Is there anything I can get you?” 

“No, I’m alright for now,” a small yawn escaping your lips.

“I should let you get some rest,” rising from the bed.

“Wanda, wait,” placing a hand on her arm. 

She turned back toward you, her face curious. 

There's something I need to share with you. It's the reason why I'm here, recovering away from my family," you say, your gaze fixated on the soft comforter. "You see, my parents and I are not on good terms. We're estranged.”

Wanda’s face softened at the admission. 

“My parents founded Onyx Petroleum in California in 1978. They're not exactly Tony Stark rich, but pretty close. Growing up, I always felt resentful towards them - they were never the kindest people in the world, and their wealth and status just made it worse. But once I started researching climate change and the impact of fossil fuels on our planet, everything changed. It was disgusting to see the sheer amount of pollution that Onyx Petroleum, one of the world's top five most polluting companies, was responsible for. And yet, despite all of this, they still don't seem to care even an iota. It's just not right.”

Wanda's calming hand on your thigh pulls you back into the present moment as you take a deep breath.

“Throughout my entire childhood, my parents never failed to remind me that one day I would inherit and run the family business. When I turned 18, they presented me with a legal document that would bind me to take over the company as the Chief Executive Officer after completing my college education. The mere thought of it was enough to make me feel physically ill,” you look down at your lap as you recount the painful memory. "I remember the day I told them that I would rather live on the street than work for their business," you said softly. "I had always dreamt of doing something that aligned with my values and passions, and I knew that working for them would compromise that. But they didn't take it well. The very next day, they cut me off and kicked me out of their lives. It was as if I had never existed to them." Your voice cracks a little as you finish your sentence, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

"Oh Y/N," she said, gently placing a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. Your eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill over.

“I moved in with Harper,” wiping at your eyes. “I funded my college education using the savings I had accumulated over the years and pursued a degree in entrepreneurship. Upon graduation, I took a leap of faith and established the Candy Bar with Harper. It has been the saving grace of my life," you breathed out, feeling a sense of release from the burden that had been weighing you down.

Wanda didn't respond immediately. As you looked up, you saw tears shining in her eyes. "I am grateful that you trusted me enough to share all of this with me. I am so sorry that this was your reality."

“It was a long time ago. I’ve built a life and a business that I love, and I don’t think about it for the most part. But, when I heard Helen say that she couldn’t get a hold of my parents after the accident… I don’t know,” you trailed off.

“I understand that the accident must have brought up some painful memories for you. Trust me, I know firsthand how much courage it takes to face such buried trauma," she said, placing her hands gently on top of yours. "You're an incredible woman, and it's a shame that your parents aren't here to witness the amazing person you've become.

You nodded silently before meeting the gaze of the redhead. Those beautiful green eyes caught your attention once again.

“If you ever want to talk about this I’m always here, or I can talk to Bucky about introducing you to Dr. Raynor. She’s a terrific therapist.”

After thanking Wanda, you thought the conversation was over, but you could see her contemplating something. "What's wrong?" you asked her.

Oh, nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just… I’ve felt so guilty about what happened between us after you woke up in the Med Bay,” struggling to get the words out. “I felt like I took advantage of you and how vulnerable we both were in that moment.”

"Oh, thank God you finally said something!" you exclaimed, relief washing over your voice.

“What do you mean?” A look of confusion on her face. 

"I felt the same way, but I was too scared to say anything. I've been wanting to bring it up for two weeks, but I was afraid you would dismiss it as a mistake in the heat of the moment," you rambled. "Then I thought maybe the reason you weren't bringing it up is because you did think it was a mistake, and I didn't know--" Wanda cut you off by placing a finger over your lips.

“Shhh…”

You didn’t realize that you were out of breath. 

"I like you, Y/N. It's the first time I've felt this way about anyone since Vision, and it scares me. From the moment I saw you in that cafe, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, and then when I saw you in that car..." She started to choke up.

I know," you reassured her. "I haven't stopped thinking about you either. When I woke in the Med Bay and you were there," reaching up and stroking Wanda's cheek, "I knew I was going to be okay.

Wanda leaned into your palm as her eyes met yours.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Wanda.”

“No, it wasn’t.” 

As she leaned forward, you could feel your heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, her lips met yours again for the second time. It was a soft and tender kiss at first, but then you felt Wanda's hands gently cup your face, pulling you closer to her. You could sense a deepening urgency in her touch as her lips moved against yours with a newfound passion. In that moment, you forgot about everything else - your worries, fears, past, and future. All that mattered was the intimate moment you were sharing with Wanda. When you finally broke the kiss, your eyes met and you both knew that you had found something special in each other.

*^~^*

After their meeting, Steve, Bucky, and Sam kept their promise and returned to help you unpack. When Steve knocked on your door, there was no answer. Upon slowly opening the door, he discovered that you were sound asleep on the bed. Your good arm was wrapped around Wanda, who was peacefully dozing while snuggling up against your chest.

“Should we wake them?” Sam asked. 

"No, let them sleep. We can start unpacking the boxes," suggested Steve.

You woke up a couple of hours later with the afternoon sun shining on your face. Wanda stirs slightly next to you.

"Hi," you muttered wearily.

"Hey," Wanda said while stretching and looking up at you.

“I guess we fell asleep.”

“It’s lunchtime. You should eat something. Let me grab you some food,” she said, looking at her watch.

“I'll come with you. I'm tired of being cooped up in rooms.”

As the two of you sat up in bed, your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the state of the room around you. You couldn't help but notice that all your belongings had been carefully unpacked and placed in their proper places, giving the space a neat and organized feel. The room was adorned with delicate fairy lights that cast a warm, inviting glow around the space, while a beautiful bouquet of flowers sat proudly on the coffee table, adding a touch of elegance and charm to the overall decor. It was evident that someone had taken great care and effort in decorating the room, and you couldn't help but feel grateful and touched by the thoughtful gesture.

“Um, can FRIDAY unpack boxes?” you asked

Wanda smirked and said, "I don't think she can." Then she added, "In case it isn't clear, I think the team likes you too, Y/N."

“Wow,” you were completely amazed.

[thebadgerclan]

In Sickness and Health

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Your husband cares for you in sickness and in health...

A/N: Started writing this last night, but didn’t finish it because I was still sick 😂

There was nothing that set your husband on edge more than you being sick.  Nikolai was an unshakable man, it took a lot to rattle him, but when you were ill, he turned into a mother hen.  So, when he entered your bedroom to find you propped up in bed, covered in blankets, your nose red, a pile of soiled tissues on the ground, the King was immediately on edge.  “Y/N, my love,” he said, hurrying to your side.  “Are you alright?”

You made to answer, but were cut off with a sneeze.  “I’m sick, Nikolai,” you said, as if it weren’t obvious.  Your husband sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing your hair from your face.  “I’m all congested, my head feels like it could explode, and I’m so tired.”  Nikolai cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, his palm cool against your face.

“I’m sorry, darling, he cooed, thumb tracing your cheekbone.  “Tell me what I can do.  Anything you need, my love.”  You sniffled, reaching for a tissue, which your husband handed you.  “Some water?  And more tissues…it feels like the whole First Army took up camp in my sinuses.”  Nikolai laughed, kissing your forehead.  “Of course, my darling.  I’ll be right back.”  Your husband hurried to the kitchens, returning with your requested water and tissues, but also juice, toast, fruit, and sparkling water.

“I wanted to bring you something to eat,” he explained.  “And I know that water can get boring, hence the juice, and sparkling water might feel nice for your throat.”  “What did I do to deserve you, Kolya?” you asked, happily receiving the kiss he pressed to your cheek.  “You’re you, Y/N,” he responded, pouring you a glass of water.  “That’s all you’ll ever have to do.  Do you need anything else, sweetheart?”

You shook your head.  “Will you stay?”  Nikolai beamed, loving that you wanted him close when you weren’t feeling well.  “Of course, my love,” he said, removing his jacket and boots, darting over to his dresser to change into his nightclothes.  Nikolai slid beneath the covers, opening his arms to you.  You greedily cuddled into his arms, sighing happily.  “Aren’t you worried about getting sick?

Your husband shrugged, kissing your forehead.  “Not really.  If I do, then I’ll have my doting wife to look after me.”  You laughed softly, settling into his arms and dozing off shortly thereafter.  Nikolai found himself nodding off too, enjoying his sudden afternoon off from being a King.  When he woke, it was to you shifting in his embrace, mumbling in your sleep.  The first thing Nikolai noticed was that you were hot, far too hot to be normal, and he gently shook your shoulder.

“Hmm?  Nikolai, wha…”  Your words were a bit slurred as you woke, and not even a minute later, you were kicking off the covers.  “Saints, why is it so hot in here?”  Your husband eased you from his arms and sat up, laying the back of his hand against your forehead.  “You’re burning up, sweetheart,” he said, pulling the covers off of you.  You wore your dressing gown too, and he helped you to remove it, noting the sheen of sweat on your brow.

“I’m going to get a Healer,” Nikolai said, getting out of bed and pulling on his own dressing gown.  “No,” you said, reaching out for him.  “Don’t go, please.”  “Y/N, my love, you have a fever.  If it gets too high, you could get worse.  I won’t be more than a few minutes, I promise.”  Nikolai kissed your brow, your skin hot against his lips, and hurried from the room.  There were always four Healers in the Grand Palace for precisely this purpose, and Nikolai recruited the first one he found.

“Queen Y/N,” she greeted.  “How are you feeling?”  “Hot,” you replied.  “My nose is blocked, my throat hurts, but it’s so hot.”  The Healer nodded, folding her hands over your forehead.  “She has a temperature of 102 degrees,” she announced, reaching into the bag she’d brought with her.  “Give her these, they should bring her fever down, as well as alleviate any aches.  A cool bath should help too.  If she shows no improvement in a few hours, send for me.”

“Of course, thank you,” Nikolai said, taking the pills the Healer offered.  “Y/N, here, love.”  He helped you to sit, placing the pills on your tongue and helping you drink a glass of water.  “You’re going to be just fine, my darling.  Just fine.”  You nodded, too fatigued and uncomfortable to do much more.  “I had so much to do today,” you said, voice a bit hoarse.  “And all I did was lay around.”

Your husband rejoined you in bed, draping his arm over your shoulders.  “Hey, you’re sick.  You need to rest, and that’s exactly what you did.  You can work when you’re feeling better, and only when you’re feeling better, alright?”  You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder.  “Thank you.”  “What for, love?”  “For staying with me.  You probably had a million things to get done today, but you stayed with me.”

Nikolai squeezed your shoulder, not wanting to do much more when you were so warm.  “My love, I will always be here when you need me, no matter what.  I’m the King, but I’m your husband first.  I’d do anything for you.”  You tipped your head back, and Nikolai kissed you, smiling against your lips.  He fed you pieces of fruit from the platter he’d brought up, which had stayed chilled thanks to a Fabrikator made plate, and coaxed some more water into you.

When you suddenly felt hotter, so much so that you had to remove the long sleeved nightdress you’d been wearing, Nikolai panicked and sent for the Healer, who calmly assured him it was your fever breaking and nothing to worry about.  “I wouldn’t worry, moi tsar,” she said.  “She’ll be better in a few days.”  Your husband thanked the Healer and set about drawing you a bath.

Your husband carried you to the bathroom and gently lowered you into the water, where he insisted on bathing you himself.  “Let me take care of you, my darling,” he said, and you were so tired, and your husband was so sweet and doting, how could you deny him?  Nikolai washed you with infinite love and care, gently lowering your head back to dampen your hair so he could wash it.  “You know, the very first time I saw you, I didn’t think you could get more beautiful,” he said, scrubbing your hair gently.  

“And then I saw you on our wedding day, and I thought ‘Alright, now she’ll never get more beautiful’.  And then , that very night, the first time I saw you naked, I was proven wrong.  And you’ve proven me wrong again, my dear.”  You cracked an eye open, a smirk on your lips.  “What on earth are you talking about?”  “You’re sick, nose redder than a tomato, your voice is all nasally, and you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.  How do you do it, Y/N?”

You shook your head, leaning back as your husband’s request to rinse your hair.  “You’re insane, Nikolai,” you said, and he smiled.  “Maybe, but I’m insanely in love with you.  Now come here, beautiful, let’s get you dried off.”  You took his offered hands, rising from the tub and allowing him to dry you off.  Nikolai applied your favored lotion and combed and braided your hair back before pulling a clean nightgown over your head.

When you entered the bedroom, you found servants finishing changing the sheets, and they curtsied to you as they finished their work.  “I didn’t think you’d want to sleep in sheets you’d been laying in all day,” Nikolai supplied, and you smiled.  “You are far too good to me, Nikolai,” you said as you climbed into bed, once more snuggling into his arms.  “No, my sweet, you are too good to me.  But that’s an argument for another day.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest.  “I love you, Nikolai.  Thank you for taking care of me.”  Your husband tugged you closer, kissing you once more.  “I love you more, my Y/N.  and I will always take care of you.  Whenever you need it, whatever you need.  Like I said, I might be a King, but I’m also your husband, and that role will always come first.  I love you, sweetheart.  Get some rest.”  You soon fell asleep, and when you woke the next morning, you already felt much better.  

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 5 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I bare you a cute Steddie story :)

Warning: No smut in this one. Just fluff <3

Word count: 2810

Dylan laid curled up on your side in the hospital bed. Steve was sitting on the end by your feet shaking his leg anxiously as Eddie crashed in a chair behind you. 

“Alright, Dylan Y/L/N?” The doctor came into the room looking through a chart before smiling warmly at you and your son. “What’s going on, Bud?”

Dylan coughs before he responds. “I don’t feel good.”

“You don’t feel good? Oh no.” The doctor sticks a thermometer under the boy’s tongue as he speaks to you. “What else has been going on besides the cough?”

“The cough has gotten worse. He’s been having some trouble catching his breath and then yesterday he caught the fever. This morning I went to check on him and his temperature was 104 so we rushed down here.” You cleared the phlegm from you own throat and Steve glanced at your worriedly. 

“Hm. How have you been feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just stress.” The thermometer beeps and he shoots the cover into the trash. He places a new one on and holds the device out to you. 

“Humor me.”, he smiles. “It seems like the antibiotics we gave Dylan earlier are helping. His temp is now 102.” The thermometer beeps as he looks at the number. “And congratulations so is yours!” He chuckles as he starts making notes. “From the tests the nurse did it seems this young man got a good case of bronchitis so I’m going to send you home with some medication that will help. For both of you.” He looks at Steve. “If either of their fevers spike or if you notice he's just getting worse go ahead and bring them back here.”

The doctor grinned again and headed out to find the nurse to get your paperwork. 

“I’m going to try his father again.” Eddie rubs his eyes as he grabs your phone from your purse and walks out the door. 

Steve gently rubs your leg. “I told you you were sick.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Thank you for coming with us. Both of you.”

“Still no answer. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Eddie places your phone on the bed. 

“Mommy, I want to go home.” Dylan starts to whine into your chest. 

“I know, weirdo. We’re almost done.” You stroke his hair absently. 

Suddenly he disconnects from your side and crawls over to Steve, climbing onto his lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him as he rests his head on his shoulder. Steve lifts the boy to get a better grip and rubs his back comfortingly. 

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By the time you four got home you were completely wiped out. Eddie carried Dylan while Steve carried you up to your apartment and into your bed. As soon as he placed your son down the boy immediately wrapped his arms around your body, clinging to you. 

“Hey. Before you crash take this.” Steve hands you a glass of water and one of the antibiotics.

You shake your head. “Too tired.”

“Yeah, but Dylan took his like a big boy. You have to be a big girl.”

You giggle at him. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“I know. It’s one of the reasons you like me. Now here.” 

You take the pill and gulp down the entire glass he hands you. 

The next couple of days are extremely rough. It took a while for Dylan’s fever to break and he hated the inhaler the doctor prescribed. For you the medicine brought up all the phlegm making you nauseas and with that and the fever the room always felt like it was spinning. 

One morning you woke up crying because you just wanted it to be over. Eddie flew to your side, holding you to his chest. “It’s ok, baby. I know it sucks. You’re almost through it. You both are. We’re right here.”

A couple of days in, banging on your door startled you awake. You heard the door open and Steve raising his voice. You shuffled out of bed and leaned against your doorframe. 

“She called you two days ago when he was at the ER. You can’t just show up whenever you feel like it.”

“I’m sorry who the fuck are you to be telling me anything when it comes to my son?!”

“Why didn’t you answer?” You slurred as you stalked towards the front door. 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Are you ok?” Charlie looks at you with concern. 

Eddie tries to stop you from moving forward but you feebly push him away. “Why. Didn’t. You. Answer? He was scared. He was asking for his father. These two,” you gesture to your boys, “they were here no questions asked. They are more of parent to him than you will ever be, you fucking dick.”

Charlie starts to respond but you stop him raising your hand in the air. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard it all before and this time I will gladly see you in court. Steve?” Steve grins at your ex as he slams the door in his face. 

“Um, someone catch me.” Your knees start to buckle as Eddie catches you before you hit the floor. “Eddie, I think I’m going to be sick.” He carries you to the bathroom and you lean over the toilet as he holds your hair back in a ponytail. 

You hear the bath water turn on and look up lazily to see Steve near the bathtub. Eddie gently removes your sleepwear before Steve delicately lifts you, placing you in the water. 

“Fuck! It’s too cold!”

“I know. It’s as warm as I can make it. You still have a fever.”

You whine as you turn and place your cheek on the edge looking over at both of them with glassy eyes. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the tile floor against the wall. 

“I love you.” Both heads shot up to look in your direction. “I do. I’ve never had people in my life like you two before. All the men I’ve ever dated have been selfish assholes. I don’t know why I thought Charlie was different. Maybe I didn’t. I just wanted everything to work for Dylan.” You glance back at them to find them watching you intently. “You don’t have to say anything or tell me you love me to. I just wanted you to know.” You exhale deeply as your heavy eyes close. 

#################

Four long days and nights later, Dylan’s personality started to shine through and you both felt like you could breathe. You opened your eyes that morning and were met with your son’s beautiful brown ones. 

“Hi.” He whispers and you whisper it back. He smiles as he points behind you. You quietly roll over and see the boys passed out on the floor. Steve is leaning against the bedroom wall with his head back and mouth wide open. Eddie is on his back with one arm slung behind his head, snoring lightly. 

“I think we wore them out.” Dylan giggles at your remark making you want to cry. You missed that sound. “Hey, I have an idea. We should do something nice for them. What do you think?”

He nods enthusiastically as you both whisper your secret plan.

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That following weekend the boys hear a tiny knock on their door. Steve opens it to find Dylan in a tiny suit. “Hey Eddie! Come look at this.” 

“Hey dude. Got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks as he comes up behind his friend. 

Your son smiles as he places his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “Eddie Mumson and Steve Harrton. You are invited to dinner at our place.” Dylan turns and gestures at the apartment with his small hand. 

You open the door and saunter out taking your place behind him. You were wearing a yellow sunflower dress your son had picked out with your hair down pulled back with a matching headband. You placed your own hands behind your back and lifted one of your feet in the air. 

“Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington.” You tilted your head with a smile. 

Dylan turned to look at you. “I said it wrong.”, he whispers.

You pretend to hide your lips behind your hand. “It’s ok, baby. I don’t think they care.”

“Um, what’s going on?” Steve asks with an amused but bewildered grin on his face. 

“Is this a formal affair because I don’t think I’d look half as good as this kid right here.” Eddie winks at Dylan. 

You walk forward taking both of their hands and leading them across the way. “Mr. Munson, it is not a formal affair. However, the little gentlemen of the house insisted that if you make a thank you dinner the people doing the thanking should look their best.”

The smell hits their nostrils as soon as they enter your place. 

“Fuck, it smells good.” Eddie takes a seat at the dinner table. 

Dylan giggles at the curse word and you lightly smack the metalhead’s shoulder. Steve looks down at you as you pull out his chair. “What are we being thanked for?” 

Your son climbs on Eddie’s lap and he helps him using his tattooed arm for support. “For taking care of us when we were sick.”

Steve eyes shift to look at Dylan. “Oh, Little Man, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“I know we don’t have to, Steve. But we’re family. That’s what families do. Right, mom?”

“Right, baby.”

Steve’s grin grows as he laughs to himself and takes a seat. You bend down, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before heading back towards the kitchen. 

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The energy that flowed through out the evening was electric. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the meal that you and Dylan made together. Occasionally you would sit back and shift your gaze between the three of them. They all looked so happy especially your son. He never really got to have experiences like this with his father because Charlie was barely ever home. 

“Can I try some of your juice?” Dylan points to your glass of wine. 

“Oh, it’s not juice, babe.”

“It’s adult juice.”, Eddie smirks across the table. 

You playfully sigh as you gesture for him to come sit on your lap. “You can have a little but you aren’t going to like it.”

You hold his head and tip the glass till a small amount of liquid touches his tongue. His face scrunches in disgust causing Steve and Eddie to cackle. 

“My dad used to give me whiskey when I was younger than Dylan. Said it helps make you a man and cures any pain!” Eddie smiles but his eyes glaze over slightly at the memory. You rub your foot against his leg, throwing him a soft smile. 

“My daddy says stuff like that about sports.”, Dylan declares as an annoyed growl reverberates from your throat.

“So did mine, Little Man.” Steve takes a swig from the wine in his glass. Dylan looks up at you as if he’s waiting for you to affirm.

“My dad wasn’t like that. Grandpa really didn’t care. Now grandma on the other hand, she hated that my dad got my sister and I into ‘manly activities’ like working on cars. Kierra still tries to get her approval. I’m too old so I don’t care.”

“Mommy, you’re not old.”

“For real. Calm down over there.” Eddie tosses his napkin at you and you catch it throwing it back. 

Dylan yawns in your arms and rubs his eyes. “Ok, weirdo. You want to go get ready for bed?”

“Can I read with them tonight?”

You look at both boys, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sounds good to me. Maybe you can teach Eddie because,” Steve blocks his lips with his hand but speaks loudly so everyone can hear. “I don’t think he knows how to read.”

“Excuse me! Says the guy who works in a video store where zero reading is required. Also please remind me, what was your GPA when you graduated?”

They rise with their plates, heading for the sink as they continue to banter. “What was yours?!”

Dylan giggles as you jokingly roll your eyes and shake your head. 

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After clearing the rest of table and doing the dishes, you head towards Dylan’s room, leaning against the wall just outside of his doorframe. You hear your son’s soft voice as he pronounces words on the page from one of his favorite books. He gets stuck and Steve helps him sound it out. You quietly poke your head around the corner. Eddie is on the end of the bed with his back against the wall, his feet dangling over the side, as he leans on the elbow closest to Dylan who is lying in the middle of the mattress with Steve on his other side. 

You make your way towards your bedroom and change into some comfy clothes. After finishing your nightly routine, you notice the apartment is now silent. You poke your head into Dylan’s room again and see that all three boys are completely knocked out. You tiptoe in and gently cover Eddie and Steve with one of the extra throw blankets you have in the closet. You carefully pry the book from Dylan’s fingers, placing it back on his shelf before turning off his bed side light and heading back to your room.

A couple of hours later, your bedroom door opens, and Steve pokes his head through. When he sees you’re awake, he and Eddie come in the room, flopping down on your bed. 

“Why are you still awake?”, Eddie asks lightly slapping your foot. 

You flip around, placing your head under his as he leans up on his elbow. “I slept a lot these past few days.” Steve arms wrap around your stomach as he rests his head on your chest. You reach down, running your fingers through his hair when you suddenly feel him sigh against you. 

“Steve? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just happy is all.” Your eyes flick to Eddie’s and he smiles down at you. “Do you remember anything you said while you were sick?” Eddie’s smile faulters slightly at Steve’s question making you worry.

“Um, I remember Charlie coming over. I don’t remember what I said to him but I imagine it was along the lines of ‘fuck off’.” You laugh but when they don’t your brain starts to panic. You sit up and turn to face them, Steve leaning up on his elbow. “I remember Eddie holding me while I cried and you making me a bath. Did I say something mean? I’m sorry if I did.”

They glance at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. You wave your arm in front of them. “Hey. No, no, no. Don’t do that. You two do that all the time when you don’t want to tell me something. What happened? What did I say?”

Eddie sighs and gestures his hand towards you giving Steve permission to speak. “You, uh, you said you loved us.”

You blink, trying to force yourself to remember. “Oh? And what did you guys say?”

Eddie chuckles under his breath. “We didn’t get a chance to say anything. You said we didn’t have to say anything back and then you fell asleep.”

You pull your legs up, pressing your knees under your chin. Steve fidgets with his thumbs. “No one has ever said that to us before.”

After what feel like a long silence, Eddie clears his throat, smacking his hand down on the mattress. “Well, you know what? Fuck the bullshit. I love you, Princess.” You and Steve look at him with wide eyes as you smile at his energy. “I do. I love you. I love your clone. I love your smile. I love—”

You cover his mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Eddie! Shhhh… I get it!”

“I love you to.” Your head turns to look at Steve as Eddie pulls your hand off of him, holding it in his own. He flashes you a shy smile. “Look, I’m not good at this kind of thing, ok?” He laughs at himself before his eyes settle on yours. “I love you and your spawn and everything else Eddie was going to say.”

You lean forward, placing a peck on both of their lips before laying back down next to them. “I love you to.” They smile as Eddie repositions himself to your other side. “My clone and spawn? Dylan’s going to kick your asses when I tell him you guys called him that.”

“Not if we kill you first. Stevie, do you know a good place to hide a body?”

“No, but I do know a little town in Mexico we can hide out in.”

“Oh my god. Never mind. I hate you both.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for telling my friend off for being irresponsibly ill?

bit of background: my friend (17m) and i (19f) are both still living at home because i can’t afford to move out yet (college is expensive ok) and he has no reason to move out (taking a gap year).

he has a part time job that hes been working for a while now but its his first ever job. hes working basically only to gain the experience - he pays no bills, and if he didnt want to work, his parents would continue to give him money to spend and buy him a car and stuff. his family is “white suburbs rich”. not millionaires or anything, but have a massive house, multiple cars, make large purchases upfront, etc. and there’s nothing wrong with that, because his family worked for their money, they earned it, whatever.

but heres where the problem arises.

he recently got sick. not a mild cough or a headache, but MAJORLY ill. he couldnt walk without getting blackout dizzy, he slurred his words, was throwing up, had a 102 degree fever, etc. he was telling me about this and i was empathizing up until he said he had an eight hour shift the next day. i lightheartedly said that i hoped he wasnt going to work the next day, because he had a 102 degree fever. he said he “couldnt call out” and that his manager specifically said no one was allowed to call out that day for whatever reason.

i got mad. i told him as gently as i could that if he went to work, he would not only be endangering himself, but also all his coworkers and customers. he responded that he “had no choice” and he would get written up if he didnt.

i knew that if i said anything else on the topic that it would escalate because he would never admit he was in the wrong, and i am a firm believer that if you’re sick, you stay home unless there are extenuating circumstances. so ignored that message and changed the topic entirely.

i was frustrated because he the way he spoke about it was as if it would be the end of the world if he lost this job, like he doesnt have a secure roof over his head and parents to pay for whatever he wants. like it isnt illegal to write someone up/fire someone for being sick. like there arent people who genuinely cant afford to miss a day of work.

his fever rose to 103 degrees and he blacked out when he got out of bed, and he ended up having covid. he didnt go to work because he literally couldnt stand up, but he said if he hadn’t been blacking out he wouldve still showed up. i keep avoiding this topic every time he brings up how ill he is and how quickly hes gonna get back to work, but he keeps talking about it. additionally, he still thinks we’re hanging out in a couple of days, even though he’s sick, and i most certainly will not be going to his house while he has covid.

im getting fed up with how ignorant he’s being about this whole situation, but i have held off on conveying my frustrations because he has some anxiety issues that make it difficult for him to take criticism without it being world-ending, and being afraid hes going to lose a friend the second theres a conflict. of course i dont hate him, and we can move past this, but i just know he’s going to be really upset and afraid that im going to cut him off if i tell him off for this.

so, WIBTA if i told him that i think he’s being irresponsible?

What are these acronyms?

[chestcongestion]

Demon-to-Demon Ch.3/5: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion and mess (a lot more mess this time)

Word count: 3,763

Chapter 3 is finally finished! Two more to go (at least). I love the idea of Al/ast/or losing his inhibitions when he's feverish, I just think it'd be neat, so that's explored a bit in this chapter. This is kind of a chill interlude in between the "plot", I'm excited because next chapter I get to write Ro/sie... anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^^

“SnFf! Good Mbordi’g Pentagramb City- SnFF!- I’b Katie Killjoyy-Yiihh’Shewww! Ih’kshew!... bringi’g you your day seven update on what experts are calli’g ‘The Red Spread’... the mbysterious viral infectio’d has infected about 78% of the city, with no sign of stoppi’g… more on the spread when we return!” 

“Can’t believe they’re still mbakin’ Killjoy work while she’s sick- snff!” Angel remarked from his spot on the sofa, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips. 

“I can’t believe that more than three quarters of the Pentagram have got whatever the hell this is,” Husk added, scrubbing the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. 

“Do we hafta watch the news every morning?” Niffty groaned from her nest of blankets on the floor in front of the sofa, “They’re showing a five hour marathon of beheading footage in thirty minutes.” 

Husk rolled his eyes, “You kndow the rules- snff- we cast a vote every time we flip channels, you want the executioner network to win, you gotta make a solid argument,” he explained from his position draped across Angel’s lap, his eyes irritated and watery from the congestion packed into his head with noplace to go. 

“That’s no fair, Alastor’s vote shouldn’t count, he doesn’t even know what’s going on!” Niffty argued, folding her arms. 

“He does- HrR’SCHOOO!... Fuck!- He does, watch,” Husk argued back, snapping his fingers to get Alastor’s attention from his dazed position in his armchair, “Alastor…Earth to Alastor!” 

Alastor redirected a glassy eye in Husk’s direction, feverish blotches on both of his cheeks, “Hmm?” he asked, rubbing his nose with his handkerchief. 

“Next flip, what’re you voting for?” Husk asked, smiling as he watched Alastor thinking in real time, the metaphorical cogs in his head overheated and sticky. 

Alastor sniffled, staring at Husk for a moment, “Uhb… snfF!...He-eh’KSHIEW! Hhn’Kxxhht!... what were we talki’g about again?” he asked, blowing his nose. 

“We’re changin’ the channel, Smiles, whadda you wanna watch?” Angel asked, pulling a thermometer off of the arm of the sofa and sliding it under his tongue. 

Alastor blinked, “Ndature documentaries,” he giggled deliriously, scrubbing under his nostrils with a single finger in an attempt to snuff out a tickle in his sinuses that was threatening to morph into a sneezing fit, “The really gruesombe ondes- snrk!” 

“See? He’s-” Husk paused to cough, “-perfectly conscious, isn’t that right, Alastor?” he asked. 

“What’s right?” Alastor asked, blowing his nose again, “Ehhh’TShewww! Heh’KSHEW! Heh’tschiewww! Hh’Ktshhiew!” 

“Don’t worry about it,”  Husk laughed, his laugh quickly turning into a harsh, raspy cough, “Fuck, that hurts.” 

Angel reached over, rubbing Husk’s chest and attempting to quell the rumble of congestion in his lungs with a few pats, “Mmph,” he hummed in consolation, pulling the thermometer out when it began to beep. 

“Thanks,” Husk replied breathlessly, attempting to shoot a glance at the thermometer, “What’s the verdict?” 

Angel sighed, massaging his temples, “I’ve stih…h-hihh…Ih-A’KSHHHEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSCHUHHH!” he said, nearly folding in half from his sneezing fit, “Still got a fever… damn thi’g won’t budge… 102.” 

Husk sighed, “Damn shame… mby turn, hand it over,” he said, taking the thermometer and sliding it under his tongue, purring as he patiently waited for it to beep, “102.” 

“My turn! My turn!” Niffty exclaimed from her nest of blankets, getting a hold of the thermometer and holding it under her tongue, squinting at the reading on the small screen with her eye, “101.” 

“Space Cadet, wakey-wakey- snff!- your turn to check your temperature,” Angel croaked from his spot on the sofa, flicking a bottle cap at Alastor to snap him out of his febrile trance. 

“Hmm? Wha? Oh…” Alastor mumbled, wincing as he placed the ear thermometer into his left ear, shooting a quick glance at the viewing window after it beeped, “103 and- snff!...hH’KZzschiewww!- seven tenths.” 

Angel and Husk shot one another a knowing look, but shortly after, Angel hugged Husk tightly, shivering in his loose tank top and baggy pajama shorts. 

“I’mb so fucking cold… dammit…” Angel whispered, his teeth chattering as he nuzzled up close to Husk, “You’re such a good radiator, but I’mb still freezi’g…Snfff-snff!” 

“That’s cause you aren’t actually cold,” Husk replied, feeling the heat radiating from Angel’s body, “It’s just the fever.” 

“This is bullshit,” Angel complained, folding his arms before going back to cuddling Husk, flipping channels until a boring rerun of a reality TV show came on. 

“Hi guys,” Charlie greeted upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Vaggie following close behind with KeeKee in her arms, “Feeling any better?” 

Angel blew his “nose” into a tissue, tossing the soggy paper into the trash can next to the sofa, “Nope,” he replied, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips, “Huhh…H-hah…Ah… AH’TSHHHIEWW! Ah’kShewww! HAH’KSCHIEWWW!” 

Husk and Niffty shook their heads in silence. 

Alastor rubbed his eyes with both fists, before blinking drowsily in Charlie’s direction and greeting her with an eager wave, giggling, “When I hold mby hand in front of you, you disappear,” he chuckled, turning to smother a barking cough into his sleeve. 

Charlie winced, shooting Husk a knowing look, “Fever?” 

“Fever,” Husk replied. 

“It’s kickin’ his ass, watch this,” Angel said, struggling to contain his hoarse laughter, “Alastor, shut your eyes.” 

Alastor complied. 

“What color are your pants?” Angel asked, watching Alastor tilt his head down to look at his maroon flannel pajama pants, but still holding his eyes shut.  

“Black?” Alastor replied, feeling around in his man-made darkness for his pajama pants, “Black.” 

“Oh my gosh,” Charlie chuckled, gently scratching behind Alastor’s ears, “Open your eyes, Alastor.” 

Alastor complied, swaying in his armchair until he saw KeeKee strolling past, scooping her into his arms and nuzzling his face against her soft fur, “So soft,” he whispered. 

“Honestly, I’d say to stop toying with Alastor while he’s delirious, but being able to fuck with one of the Pentagram’s cruelest overlords with no consequences is kinda sweet,” Vaggie said, trying not to laugh as she walked over to Alastor’s armchair and poked his nose. 

“Hh’Kzzhshttt! HH’KShheww! HH’KSHHHEW! Hnk’TSHHIEW!...Hh’KSzxhhtt!” Alastor held up a hand in front of his nose and mouth, nearly paralyzed by the sudden fit, his eyes beginning to water, “Snfff! Snff-SNFF! Uch…” 

Vaggie struggled to contain her amusement until Alastor loudly blew his nose into his handkerchief, the wetness of the sound making her wince from disgust, “That’s so gross…” she whispered. 

Alastor brushed off Vaggie’s comment with the flick of a stuffy ear, readjusting himself in his seat and pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders, “Well excuse mbe,” he scoffed, pinching the friction-reddened underside of his nose between two fingers in an attempt to stifle a second sneezing fit, “Hh’ktshh! Hhn’ktsh! Hh’kzhht! HHN’kshh!” 

“Bless you,” Charlie said, “Hopefully you guys will start feeling better soon, this thing can’t last that long.” 

“I hope so,” Husk sighed, “I mbiss breathin’ through mby ndose.” 

Husk’s garbled consonants made Charlie wince. 

“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Charlie sighed, leaning against the back of the sofa. 

“Oh! I know! I know! I can help!” Niffty cheered, turning to cough into her elbow after raising her voice strained her sore throat, “I used to do this all the time when I was alive! Be right back!” 

Before Charlie could open her mouth to object, Niffty had vanished into the kitchen and returned with four mugs and three medium-sized towels, each of the mugs releasing tendrils of steam into the air. 

“I’d get bags of tea that weren’t really good to drink but smelled really strong, and I’d make a cup, and put the towel over my head to breathe in the steam, it works great!” Niffty explained, returning to the comfort of her blanket nest with her own mug of hot tea, electing to sip from it instead. 

Husk shrugged, “I’ll try adythi’g ondce..snrkk!” he croaked, pulling the towel over his head and holding the mug of fragrant tea close to his face as he became surrounded by steam. 

Angel followed Husk’s lead, hoping to relieve the massive backup in his puffy sinuses. 

Alastor silently followed suit, rolling his eyes briefly when the towel snagged on his antlers, forcing him to neaten it out. 

A few minutes passed, and Charlie- who had left the room to feed Fat Nuggets and KeeKee- returned to her spot leaning against the back of the sofa, “So… how do you know if it works?” she asked. 

“You’ll see,” Niffty replied, swallowing the last sip of her tea and lying down on her side to relax in her pile of blankets, smothering a cough into her wrist and listening to Angel, Husk, and Alastor’s sniffles as they grew looser and looser. 

“HrR’SCHHUHHH! Huh’KSHOOO! Hh’TSHHHOO! Huh’TSCHOO! Hnk’TCHOO! HUH’KSHHHUHH! Hnk’TSHHHEW!” Husk sneezed, each sneeze growing wetter and wetter as the congestion in his sinuses got looser.

“Heh’Kshhhew! Hnk’SHHHEW! Hnk’Tshhiew! HEH’KXHHT! Hnk’TSHH! Heh’TSHHIEW! Hnk’TshhhiEW! He-Eh’kshhhiewww!” Alastor followed suit, struggling to catch his breath between sneezes from underneath the towel.

“A-ahh…H-hah…HAH’TSHIEW! Hah’tshew! Hah’kshhiew! Ah’kshhieww! Hah’TshhhiEW! Ah…AH’KTSHHHIEW!” Angel sneezed.

“Ohhhh, that’s how,” Charlie said with an amused smile. 

  Husk peeled off his towel to reveal his flushed face, damp fur, and the continuous trail of watery mess trickling from his adorable feline nose, a trail that he attempted to stop with a few watery sniffles, to no avail. 

“Holy shit,” Husk muttered, his voice hoarse from the sneezing fit scraping his raw throat, as he dragged the back of his hand under his nostrils, “That felt great, I can breathe…but I can’t stop sne-eezing-Hnk’Tshoo! Hnk’Tschuhh!” 

“Bless you,” Charlie giggled, plucking two tissues out of the box on the arm of the sofa and handing them to Husk, who in turn used them to wipe off his hands and the underside of his nose before soaking the tissues with one gurgling blow, “Jeez, you were really stuffed up.” 

“Not anymore, shit,” Husk said with a relieved sigh, wrapping a finger in a few tissues and gently cleaning the inside of his fluffy ears, “Even cleaned out my ears.” 

“It can get in your ears?!” Charlie inquired, leaning over the sofa and staring at Husk’s ears intently as they twitched. 

“Mmhm, it’s why I’m damn lucky I don’t have any… a-ah…AH’KTSHEW! Ah’kshhew! Ah’kshhiew!...” Angel commented, pulling off his towel and finger-combing his moisture-dampened locks to fluff them back up, wincing at the spray coating the fur on his hands, “Euch… I need a shower after that.” 

Angel stood up, swaying a bit on his feet, “I’ll be right ba-ah…a-AH’KSHHIEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSHEW!...snff! I’ll be right back…” he said, cautiously wandering up the steps and disappearing down a hallway. 

Alastor’s watery sniffling and frustrated grunts made Husk and Charlie turn to face him, the towel still draped over his head. 

“Hh’KZXHHT! Hhnk’Tshhiew! Hhk’TSHHIEW! Heh’KSHEWW! Hhn’KzZsschiew!” Alastor’s sneezing continued, his desperate gasps in between fits riddled with the low rumble of congestion in his lungs. 

“Uhm… Alastor, you can take it off if the smell is too much,” Charlie proposed, watching The Radio Demon doubled over in his chair, completely at the mercy of his sinuses. 

“I ca-ahh.. Hh’KSCHIEW! Hhn’KSHHUH!... they’re st-uhh… s-stuck on my aahn- HEH’KSHHIEW! Heh’KSHewww!- antlers,” Alastor struggled, punctuating his sentence with a productive-sounding cough, his voice dripping with frustration and embarrassment at his current predicament. 

‘Brilliant, Alastor, just brilliant, you’re writhing like a simple-minded cat with its head stuck in a paper bag’

Charlie reached over, pulling the towel off of Alastor’s head, gently pulling away the segments of towel caught on his antlers, “There we go,” she said, smiling at her triumph. 

Alastor opened his mouth to utter his reluctant thanks, but quickly held a miraculously-clean handkerchief to his mouth instead, coughing as the crackling congestion in his chest inched its way up his throat. His fever-warm cheeks burned red-hot with embarrassment as he spat something into the red cloth before leaning back into his armchair to catch his breath. 

“That sounded…uhh…” Charlie began, wringing her hands and sheepishly looking away out of disgust. 

“Nasty,” Husk practically gagged. 

“I second that!” Vaggie called from the other room. 

“Cool! I wanna see, Alastor, lemme see!” Niffty pleaded, speed-crawling over to Alastor’s feet and sneaking a peek of the soiled handkerchief, “Woah…” 

“That’s quite enough,” Alastor scoffed, silencing another wet cough behind clenched teeth, “I’m fine… I’d prefer if we could pretend that didn’t happen.” 

Husk blinked, noticing the stiffness in Alastor’s smile and the embarrassment in his watery eyes, shooting his boss a knowing smirk, “I think somebody’s fever finally went down,” he chuckled, “Don’t worry, boss, you didn’t do anything too embarrassing.” 

“I can strangle you to death with one hand, and I will not hesitate to do so,” Alastor hissed, still struggling to fight back his cough, eventually relenting and holding his handkerchief back up to his mouth. 

“Think you’re a bit too busy stranglin’ yourself,” Husk teased, knowing that Alastor’s coughing fit would keep him from reacting violently to Husk’s sass. 

Alastor spat another load of sputum into his handkerchief and took a desperate inhale, a relieved grin flashing on his face when said inhale wasn’t accompanied by a crackle of more congestion, “I’m finished,” he panted, squeezing his soiled handkerchief in one hand as it vanished into the ether by way of its own shadow. 

Charlie leaned over and quietly popped the thermometer into Alastor’s ear, getting a quick reading, and pulling it away, “102, it did go down! Are you feeling any better?” she asked. 

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Alastor grumbled, running a clean handkerchief under his nose to wipe away the mess from his sneezing fit, “Especially since I’m in my right mind again.” 

“Damn shame,” Husk laughed from his spot on the sofa, ducking when Alastor threw his miraculously-empty mug at Husk’s head.

“This is humiliating,” Alastor grumbled, covering his eyes with both hands and rolling onto his side in his armchair, pulling his blanket tighter around his frame.

“Y’know, Alastor, maybe you’d be more comfortable if you had room to stretch your legs,” Charlie offered, “Since Cherri’s not here, you could take the loveseat on the opposite side and Niffty could take the armchair.” 

“I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you,” Alastor replied, trying and failing to suppress a shiver. 

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked, shooting Alastor a compassionate smile, which finally got him to relent. 

“If you insist,” Alastor sighed, getting out of his chair and walking over to the loveseat on the opposite side of the sofa , lying down and completely wrapping his body in his blanket. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel better?” Charlie asked, draping a second blanket over Alastor’s reclined form. 

“Only physically,” Alastor replied, his teeth chattering slightly as he struggled to conceal the pain in his eyes, “Thank you.” 

“No problem… are you okay?” Charlie asked as she watched Alastor continue to shiver in spite of the blankets. 

Alastor’s shivering calmed down, and his eyes noticeably glazed over again, looking glassy and distant as his gaze lost focus and his smile became more toothless and dopey. Charlie noticed the deep flush in Alastor’s cheeks, his heavy breathing, and the sweat trickling down his face from his hairline. 

“I’m fine… Hh’Kshew!...pardon me,” Alastor mumbled, readjusting himself under his blankets. The Radio Demon stared at Charlie for a moment, scanning her with his glossy eyes before shooting her a puzzling smile, “Your hair is so pretty… it’s like a tied up hay bale…” he giggled. 

“Oh… thank you?” Charlie replied, raising an eyebrow and cautiously reaching down to press the back of her hand against Alastor’s forehead.

“Aaaand he’s gone again,” Husk announced, “That didn’t last long.” 

“He’s burning up… I didn’t expect his fever to go back up so fast,” Charlie said, overwhelmed with concern as she took Alastor’s temperature with the ear thermometer, “104… I’m going to go see if we have some medicine somewhere.” 

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t roll off the loveseat and hurt himself ‘till you get back,” Husk said, turning away briefly to blow his nose before focusing his attention on Alastor’s relaxed but loopy form. 

“Thank you,” Charlie replied, leaving the room and leaving Husk alone with his fever-plagued boss. Niffty was still in the parlor, but she had fallen asleep after cozying up in her nest of blankets, and snored quietly on the floor, meaning that Husk had no one but Alastor to talk to. 

“Husker,” Alastor said in an almost teasing voice, shooting Husk a drowsy grin and staring at him with his glassy, vacant eyes. 

“What is it?” Husk asked, twitching his sensitive nose in an attempt to stave off a sneeze, “HRR’SCHUHH!” 

“H..-Hihh… How can you tell when an octopus egg is h-hahh…hatching?” Alastor asked, punctuating his sentence with a damp sniffle, wiping his irritated nose off with his handkerchief.

“I dunno Alastor, how?” Husk sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“It starts Kraken…Hih’SHHHEW! Uch… Excuse mbe…snff!” Alastor said, laughing at his own horrible joke until his boisterous laughter turned into a hoarse cough. 

“We’re not doin’ this, I’m not listenin’ to your stupid jokes,” Husk scoffed. 

“Ohh, that’s no fair, I had so mbany I was ready to try out- Hih’KSHHEW! Hih’kshhiew!” Alastor complained, blowing his nose. 

“Try ‘em out on Niffty when she wakes up,” Husk scoffed, smiling upon seeing Angel enter the parlor, now wearing a pair of pink velour pajamas adorned with black hearts and flowers, “How was your shower?” 

“Great,” Angel sighed, collapsing onto the sofa and letting Husk settle back in his lap, “Steam really does the trick when you’re plugged up- snff… it’s incredible.” 

“Glad it helped,” Husk replied softly, running his fingers through Angel’s clean fur. 

“Husker,” 

Husk rolled his eyes, “What is it now?” 

“Mby throat hurts,” Alastor said, his watery eyes looking genuinely vulnerable… almost pitiful as he spoke. 

“Mine does too, suck it up, maybe if you stopped runnin’ your mouth it wouldn’t hurt so much,” Husk said coldly, hurriedly holding a hand to his mouth to cover a violent cough and sighing with relief when Angel’s smooth hands began to rub his chest. 

Alastor nodded, lying down in silence on the loveseat and sniffling occasionally, curling in on himself and clutching desperately at his blankets. His chapped, shiny nose and feverish cheeks looked aggressively dark compared to his hypersensitive, sweat-covered, and unnaturally pale skin, and the tears brimming in his glazed-over watery eyes overflowed, running down his cheeks. 

‘I can’t believe you, we look ridiculous, pull yourself together…’ 

Alastor shuddered, whimpering quietly as his limbs ached and a violent pain radiated behind his eyes, cursing the razor-sharpness of his teeth that made them impossible to gnash and grind when he was in pain. 

‘I can’t… I can’t control it… I’m so tired, and hot… and achy,’ 

Alastor’s frustrated thoughts only made the hot tears on his cheeks run faster as he attempted to hide them with a damp sniffle, to no avail. He simply shut his eyes and resigned himself to his fate. 

“Oh my god,” Angel whispered, staring in awe at The Radio Demon’s hushed crying from the other side of the coffee table. 

“He’s completely out of his mind, he’d jump out a window before he let anyone see him like this,” Husk muttered.

“I know this ain’t the point, but your raspy voice is kinda sexy,” Angel whispered back, snickering when Husk playfully punched him in the arm, “Okay, I earned that one.”  

“Alright, it took a bit of digging, but I found some medicine-” Charlie paused upon re-entering the parlor, staring at Alastor’s shaking form and listening to his whimpering sobs, “-I’m sorry… is he?” 

Angel and Husk nodded in silence. 

Charlie gently pulled on one of Alastor’s ears, her heart dropping into her stomach when the gesture made Alastor let out a pained whine, before gently sticking the ear thermometer into the sensitive canal, “105…shit, why is this hitting him so hard?” she asked. 

“I mean, all four of us feel like absolute shit… but Boss was always real skittish and secretive about germs…HUH’KshOO! Hh’KSHEWW!...fuck- SnFF!- might be kickin’ his ass cause he’s never been sick before, or at least not this sick,” Husk attempted to explain, dragging the back of his wrist under his nose before Angel handed him a tissue, “Thanks.” 

“That makes sense… but it’s almost scary seeing him like this… Alastor? Alastor, wake up,” Charlie said, gently shaking Alastor to get his attention before pulling him into an upright position, “I’ve got something that should make your fever go down, okay?” 

Alastor nodded, reaching out and cupping Charlie’s face in his left hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb as his ears twitched, “Charlie?” he asked, the vacant look in his red eyes making Charlie chew anxiously on her tongue, he looked awful. 

“Yes, it’s me… can you see me?” Charlie asked, waving a hand in front of Alastor’s glassy eyes, her stomach twisting in knots when Alastor’s pupils didn’t follow her movement. 

“Mhm,” Alastor nodded, turning away from Charlie to muffle a fit of barking coughs into his handkerchief, “I think so.” 

“Okay, here, I’m going to pour the medicine for you, and you can take it when you’re ready,” Charlie said, pouring a dose of green fever reducer into the plastic measuring cup and handing it to Alastor, who surprisingly knocked it back almost immediately, licking his lips and flashing Charlie another delirious smile. 

“It tastes like apples,” Alastor said, giggling as he flopped back into a reclined position, doubling over when his laughter quickly devolved into another coughing fit. 

“I’m glad it tastes good, hopefully this makes you feel better,” Charlie said, gently massaging the back of Alastor’s head with her fingertips and turning to face Angel and Husk, “You guys want some?” 

“I’m fine, I’ll let this shit take its course,” Husk replied, Angel nodding in agreement, “I’m goin’ to sleep.” 

“Me too, Niffty’s got the right idea,” Angel sighed, getting comfortable on the sofa and uncrossing his legs, dozing off with Husk sleepily purring on top of him. 

“Thank you, Charlie,” Alastor said, his voice a hoarse whisper, “I hope you don’t catch thi-ihh… Hih’kshew! Hih’kshiew!...this…snff-snff!” 

“Of course,” Charlie replied, “I think I’ll be okay… you should rest… hopefully the medicine brings your fever down.” 

Alastor yawned, lowering his eyelids and cozying up to his pillow, his congested snoring joining the noisy snores of Angel, Husk, and Niffty as Charlie brushed his hair away from his forehead. 

“They’ll be better soon, it’ll be okay,” Charlie said to herself, getting one last look at her sickly friends before leaving the room to go chat with Vaggie, turning off the lights and lowering the volume on the TV before she tip-toed out of the parlor, leaving the quartet of patients in comfortable quiet darkness. 

[cherryredillusions]

Fever Dream-Mordecai x reader

Soooo in this Mordecai has caught pneumonia and the flu at the same time, and he isn't feeling well (obvi) So he was sleeping then he had a damn fever dream

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Mordecai was sick. Not that this didn't happen often, in fact, it was a common occurrence. He was susceptible to illness in the winter, but this time it's much worse. He felt awful, with aches so bad he couldn't stand up, and his sinuses were painful, which made his ears hurt. His sore throat had calmed down to an itch, but his nausea and migraines were still awful. His fever had spiked to 102, and he also had the chills which didn't make it any better.

One night, he was sleeping peacefully, then he just randomly started crying a little. Rigby was a light sleeper, so he woke up immediately. He thought Mordecai was crying because of the peppermint he had in his mouth to cure his sore throat burning him or something. Mordecai was sensitive.

"UHHHHHH!" Rigby groaned as Mordecai woke up and sobbed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" He yelled.

"I hurt her!" Mordecai sobbed, not looking up.

"Who did you hurt?" Rigby asked, now shaken up and confused.

Rigby almost immediately jumped up and ran to the door, opening it and bolting for your room. He burst in, finding you watching TV.

"What the fuck?" You snapped, startled.

"Mordecai's crying, and I don't know why!" Rigby shouted, clearly annoyed.

Your expression softened as you walked to their room, walking in slowly. Sure enough, you found him crying. You looked back for Rigby, but he had apparently stayed in your room watching TV. You rolled your eyes and walked to Mordecai's bed.

"What's wrong, Mordo? What happened?" You asked softly.

"I-I hurt you!" He sobbed, looking at you and rapidly apologizing.

"You didn't hurt me, what do you mean?" You asked, cupping his cheeks.

He didn't answer. You hugged him and he sobbed hard. After like 15 minutes, he calmed down and he was exhausted. You laid down on his bed, and he lied on top of you and slept.

"Love you." He mumbled.

"Love you too..." You said, drifting off.

[fanboo]

They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: nct dream when you're sick

a/n: funnily enough, i received this request when i was sick, and then mark + renjun caught covid hhh congrats to anon for being slightly psychic! this is more of a traditional hc style rather than my usual, but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

wc | 2.3k

from worst to best at taking care of you

jisung

don’t get me wrong, jisung is a good boyfriend and all

but he is NOT going to get sick

when he sees your temperature he nearly passes out

what do you MEAN you have a 103f (39c)

he leaves the room to call his mom and make sure you’re not going to die LOL

after that … he tries his best … but he gets a second opinion on everything

and he doesn’t want to get sick himself so he’s not the most comforting

but, once again, he’s trying

you ask for chicken noodle soup and he’ll make it, but he’s on the phone with haechan the whole time trying to make sure he’s doing it right

haechan tells him to make it bland and then he makes it TOO bland and you can barely eat it bc it just tastes like water chicken

the good thing is that he WILL be at your beck and call, so you could ask him for pretty much anything and he will get it

even if it has nothing to do with you getting better

you could be like “man i really want this shirt” and he’ll buy it bc you’re sick and he feels bad

he’ll stay the night to make sure you live through it, but you best believe he's on the couch or the floor next to your bed (once again, he doesn’t want to get sick too)

practically throws a party the first time your temperature falls under 101

when you get better he will shower you with hugs and kisses (the day you’re officially no longer sick is the day you receive the most affection from him you’ll ever receive in your life)

if you think he’ll get better at the whole nursing back to health thing, he won’t

calls his mom every time

at least he helps you get better! kind of!

chenle

ok it's not that he’s bad at it

like he makes a banger piece of toast for you to eat

he’s just a little … absent?

chenle fully believes that you know what's best for yourself and therefore will be able to treat yourself accordingly (which he’s not wrong)

you just wish he was a little nicer about it

on your worst day (aka the day when your fever is the highest), he recognizes that you probably can’t do much yourself and will help out as much as he can while still keeping himself not at risk for getting sick

gives you hot tea, washes your clothes, brings you medicine at the perfect intervals, enlists daegal to comfort you etc etc

he’s not going to be as distant as jisung is, though! he’ll kiss you on the forehead or give you a pat on the head when he comes and goes to get you more stuff

he might even sit next to you on the bed depending on how close you’d have to be

when you’re not at your worst though, you’re pretty much on your own

if you ask him to bring you something specific, he will, or if you forget to take your meds, he’ll give you a gentle reminder

i think the best thing about having chenle around when you're sick is probably how calm he is

he’s not panicked about your lifespan or anything (not like some others lol) and he knows you’ll be fine in a week or so, which reassures you whenever you start feeling like you’re going to pass out and die

he probably lies about your fever (he doesn’t want to worry you, so if it’s anything higher than 102, he’s going to say it's 101.5 or something lol)

you get better quickly! and, if you don’t, he’ll put in a bit more effort to get you better!

back to your regularly scheduled programming

haechan

the last of team “i don’t want to get sick”

he’s a bit like chenle in that he believes you’ll be fine taking care of yourself except he kinda has a meltdown when he sees how high your fever is

he’s almost in shock someone can get that sick

insistent on taking you to the hospital but you don’t want to go because you know you’re fine so now you’re bickering over it

“you need to get treated professionally”

“i just have the flu”

“the flu kills people”

“not me tho”

so for the entire time you’re sick he’s like begrudgingly taking care of you but in a way where he doesn’t have to touch you or anything you touch

puts a mask on when he comes into your room (thanks, haechan)

makes you take a covid test like 3 times a day even though it comes back negative every single time

if your fever plateaus at 103 or above and won’t go down, he will break his “i don’t wanna get sick” persona and drag you to the hospital

if it slowly starts to get better though, he will let up considerably

he’ll also stop making you covid test 90 times a day and stop wearing a mask whenever he comes to help out

he leaves you to your own schedule except doesn’t pay attention to when you’re taking meds like chenle does, just if you're taking them

but will ensure you eat and drink water

when you get better ur gonna have to deal with like 9 million kisses

it’s your fault you deprived him of them!

renjun

my dear renjun, aka the exact middle

if you have one of those annoying colds that just makes you feel bad but you don’t have a bad fever then he is NOT getting anywhere near you

he’d rather die than have one of those

but if you’re really sick, he’ll give in and nurse you back to health

except it’s kind of … awkward?

i imagine renjun as the type of person who never gets sick so tbh he has no clue what to do other than giving you medicine and making you drink water

you wouldn’t know it but he texts jaemin asking what he should do like every hour

imagine your dad taking care of you when you’re sick instead of your mom (unless your father wasn’t the awkward parent in which case just imagine someone who wouldn’t usually take care of you taking care of you)

that’s huang renjun!

he only ever takes your temperature when you’re asleep so you don’t have to witness him lowkey freak out over how sick you are

103?!? 104!? you’re killing him

he’d probably make whatever his mom made him when he was sick as a kid, so you’ll be eating pretty well

and because jaemin tells him to make sure you drink a lot of water, you’re drinking a lot of water. like, 20 gallons a day (okay well not that much)

he masks his panic really well though, so you (thankfully) won’t notice, not like you’ll notice with jisung lol

even though he’s not the best, renjun will probably be the one to get you feeling better the fastest because he’s relying on literally everybody else for help

the only issue is it’ll be the type of recovery where the symptoms linger for a month and a half because you returned to your normal routine immediately after your fever disappeared

enjoy the stuffy nose and linger cough !! at least your fever is gone and renjun isn’t making you drink nine gallons of water a day anymore!

jeno

the next trio are team “i don’t care if i get sick” but in very different ways

jeno doesn’t care if he gets sick because he’s not the most out-and-about person in the first place, so, if he gets sick, the most he’ll have to do is go grocery shopping while feeling gross

jeno gives lots of cuddles when you’re not feeling well! he spends 90% of the day laying next to you and holding your hand or koala hugging you

doesn’t panic, but you can tell he’s extremely worried, which makes you feel bad

documents every single fluctuation in your temperature and makes sure you always have some sort of cold compress to help control the heat

if it passes 104, you’re straight to the hospital, even if it’s just the flu or a worse-than-normal cold

like chenle, he’ll give you medicine at the exact perfect intervals, but he doesn’t stop like chenle does

rather than rushing to get you feeling better, he wants to make sure you return to health organically, so he doesn’t let you go back to normal with literally any symptoms

once the fever is gone, he lets up a bit, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop helicoptering

any inkling it’s going back up and you are BACK IN BED!

jeno doesn’t ask for help when you get sick, which might be the best part about being taken care of by him

even if he’s worried, he’s sure to make you understand that you’re not going to die or anything and that you’ll be fine within a week or so

being taken care of by jeno means absolutely no lasting symptoms, a lot of water, and yummy food until you’re fully better

lowk you want to get sick .. tbh ..

if it means jeno will spend every waking moment with you, you’ll be sick forever

mark

now originally i was like

mark is def below jeno

and then i thought about it

so yea seeing your fever will make him panic because how the fuck did you end up with a 103-degree fever out of nowhere

but, in terms of making your sickness bearable, mark lee is #2 in that department!

if your throat hurts, he’ll buy you 3 bags of cough drops and 90 popsicles to soothe your throat

bequeath you 70 cups of perfectly warmed, throat-soothing tea

tells you not to talk so that you don’t irritate your throat more

your throat hurts for about an hour

feeling nauseous? mark is trusting essential oil moms and making you inhale peppermint extract while he unearths a state-of-the-art heating pad and any sort of nausea-soothing chewables he might own

nausea goes away after an hour

headache? he gives you the most impressive migraine medicine you’ve ever seen, puts a cold washcloth on your forehead, and makes sure not an ounce of bright light is shining into your eyes

headache gone

he’s like a wizard, i swear

on top of that, mark is generally a sweetheart, so he’s trying his best to cheer you up at any moment ever

he’ll recount stupid stories of the boys or tell you weak jokes that always make you smile and laugh

in the way that he panics, his comfort-performance skyrockets because he’s doing absolutely everything he can to make sure you’re barely aware that you’re sick

he’s so relieved when you’re better that he practically deflates

and then he ends up sick because he didn’t even consider the possibility of that happening lol

have fun taking care of him!! consider it reimbursement for the past week he spent breaking his back for you!

jaemin

if mark is a wizard jaemin is like a god

it’s so insane

he like predicts when you’re going to start feeling a certain way and gives you medicine to suppress it before it even HAPPENS

you might feel gross and exhausted in general, but your symptoms are always going to be minor because jaemin is a psychic and will not let them get worse than a minor headache or a bit of nausea

when you first tell him you’re sick, he’s not worried at all either

your fever could be the highest one he’d ever see and he’d just be like “okay, go lay down”

like chenle, he’ll monitor your temperature but lie about how high it actually is to make sure you don’t panic and make things worse (even if it’s high enough to make him start to worry, he’ll just suggest going to the hospital to make sure it’s nothing you’ll need antibiotics for)

will casually ask if you need anything or if anything is bothering you, but he won’t do it to the point that it starts to annoy you

similar to jeno, he’s not worried about the speed of your recovery either, he’s just focused on getting you to the point of recovery no matter how long it takes

has a pretty intense “let things run their course” mindset, and if you try to make a big deal about getting better to go back to work or school, he’ll just tell you to go to bed and let yourself relax

of course, if things get worse rather than getting better, the mindset turns off and he’s focused on a quick recovery, but that probably won’t happen

jaemin also gives lots of cuddles; hugs when you’re feeling oddly cold, or when you’re generally upset by how you’re feeling

kisses you on the cheek every time he leaves the room to go get meds or bring you food

he treats you like he normally would, which is almost like the icing on the cake with this

you don’t feel alienated at all when you’re sick, you just feel like you with a bit of gross on the side

imagine all of the boys’ good qualities mashed into one, and that’s jaemin

thank you for reading!

[hotgirlgraps]

8. “you don't have to pretend to be alright around me. ” sick fic? for sick me 🥺

ofc, and i’m so sorry, i hope you feel better soon! 💗

8. “You don’t have to pretend to be alright around me.”

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You could try to downplay it all you want, but your man knows you like the back of his hand. Any little thing that’s just slightly off about you, best believe it won’t ever go unnoticed by him.

He came through the door around eleven, just getting back from the arena. He picked up some cold and flu medicine on the way, along with a couple bottles of water and some gatorade, because he knew you probably weren’t taking hydration as serious as you say you are.

You made quick work of trying to not look like you were feeling as bad as you actually were, because you already told him you were starting to feel better before he left.

He needed to focus on his match and you knew he wouldn’t do that if he knew your fever was still spiking 102.

“Hey baby” He calls out to you, setting the bag down on the counter and pulling out the medicine and drinks. “I got you some stuff. How you feeling?”

“A lot better” You lied. Your voice was too raspy and you sounded too nasally for him to believe you.

He walked into the bedroom with all the items in one hand, taking one look at you was all he needed to do to be able to tell that you weren’t in fact feeling better, probably a little worse than you did when he left.

“Where’s the thermometer?” He asks, looking around the room. When he doesn’t spot it, he places the drinks and the medicine down on the bedside table and lays the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Baby, you’re burning up again.” He says with concern evident in his eyes. “Here.” he grabs the medicine and opens it, pouring two of the pills in his hand and passing them to you before he opens a bottle of water and waits for you to take them.

You do without objection and he’s relieved to see that. He passed you the water and sits down next to you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I’m fine, honestly. I don’t feel that bad anymore. Just a little tired.”

But he could tell you were lying.

“You don’t have to pretend to be alright around me.” he says, grabbing the water bottle when you passed it back and screwing the lid on.

“I’m not.” You lied, but he shot you a look that told you he doesn’t buy it.

“I just don’t want you to worry.” You admitted, and he shrugged his shoulder with a smirk following.

“Oh well, i’m your boyfriend. that’s exactly what i’m gonna do.” He grins as he lays down next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist.

“Tyler, you’re gonna get sick.”

But all he does is shrug again and place a kiss to your cheek.

“Like I said. Oh well.”

“But you have a very busy schedule coming up-“

Your words got cut off by his lips landing on yours, solidifying that he genuinely didn’t give a damn about anything else.

He pulled back after a moment and looked into your eyes, that same, boyish grin still proudly on his face.

You gave him a shocked look and he furrowed his brows.

“You think i’m worried about that?” He asks, “I’ll be glad if I get sick. Means I’ll be able to spend some extra time with my girl.”

You couldnt help the smile that spread across your face as he wrapped his arm back around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Besides, if you don’t share a cold, are you even a real couple in the first place?”