#sick reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Bleh

|| Sevika x fem!sick!reader

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

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

Requests closed!

Started; November 19th

Finished; November 20th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

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

Here you go! Hope you feel better soon :(

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Pure Vanilla

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shadow Milk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fu11ofshit]

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

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

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

Cough, Cough! ⋆˙⟡

Armin x Sick!Reader

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

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

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

Until you weren’t. 

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

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

On the contrary, he looked… amused.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?” you mumbled.

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

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

“You didn’t have to,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vampireunderthesunlight]

Chuuya x Reader comfort cuddles while reader is sick X3

“I'd do this and more.”

HEADCANONS

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

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

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

Makes dinner for you. Always.

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

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

SLICE OF LIFE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles slightly and kisses your cheek.

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

[limethefirst]

Sick Days

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

warnings: mention of illness, Shadow trauma :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whiskeymeaway92]

Jason Todd x sick reader

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

*unedited*

———————- :Readmore:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jay?”

“Yeah baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[not-noelle]

strawhats x sick!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[prettyflyforawhitelie]

Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader

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

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader

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

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

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

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

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

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

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

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

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

🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:

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

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

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

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

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

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

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

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

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

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

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

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

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

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

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

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

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

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

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

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

♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

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

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

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

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

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

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

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

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

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

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

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

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

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

👹👼Lucifer👼👹:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[callsignpxnguin]

John Price and his Sick Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, sweets.”

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

You shivered. “I hate needles.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John’s throat, however, burned like hell.

[silverhairsimp]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[perpetualstargirl]

A... Cold??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sevgilimsatoru]

Leaning on you

Summary: Sick reader x Caleb

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

Word count: 700

Caleb has a new message for you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That felt relaxing.

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

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

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

You hated this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was warm.

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

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

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

It felt good.

Comfortable.

He felt like home.

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

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[gatorbites-imagines]

I’m not picky just wanna be fussed over & cuddle

Peter Parker x sick male reader

Headcanons

You can imagine most Peters in this scenario, though I always write with comic spidey in mind. Aka, adult, own apartment, job, etc. but I don’t think it’s really mentioned in this. At first, I was gonna write about Trafalgar Law, but I feel like he would we way too much doctor, not enough cuddling.

Not that long, but I hope it’s enough.

I have a feeling Peter would realize before you that you were sick. Like, hed notice a change in your scent, your body temperature or how sluggish you would get.

Noticing early on wouldn’t stop a cold obviously, but he would start getting ready for it, most likely without thinking about it. He just catches himself gathering blankets and your favorite snacks that he knows you can stomach when sick.

Would he make a nest out of webs when you got sick? Maybe? It depends on how spidery we imagine this peter. I feel he would at least stick blankets and pillows together to make the most comfortable bed for you to lay in.

He would try to talk you out of going out or going anywhere when he notices you getting sick. But Peter is known for dating stubborn people, so it would shock nobody if you still went out, thinking you were fine, only for you to get really sick.

Hes never mad about it though, Peter loves you too much. He does tsk and crack a few jokes about it, how your neighborhood spider-nurse needs to take care of you.

Peter would patrol and work less when you are sick, or not patrol at all, depending on how bad it is. If crime is at the normal amount he might stay home anyways, just to spend time with you and make you feel seen and cared for.

I feel like his healing factor keeps Peter from catching common colds and fevers, so he doesn’t worry about kissing and cuddling you. He does joke about the kiss being extra germy, which you would have pushed him out of the bed for, if you weren’t so tired.

Peter likes you feed you when you are sick, since he thinks you should use all your energy to fight whatever sickness you have. He also just thinks it’s kinda romantic.

Peter is also the kind of guy who always worries if you’re drinking enough. He doesn’t just bring you water but all kinds of juices, gatorades, whatever you can think of. You always end up with like 10 different drinks by the bed “just in case you want something else babe”

Not having to worry about getting sick also means Peter will cuddle you. Having a very flexible spider boyfriend also means he can fit right around you inside whatever blanket nest you guys have made up.

His hugs are always so comfortable, since he’s got the strength to give you a good squeeze. Peter would spend this time massaging sore areas of your body, if you are fine with that.

The policy that kisses make it better lives through Peter, so your forehead gets a lot of kisses too.

He also keeps your hands inside his own or under his shirt if the fever makes your hands cold, to keep you warm. You always feel nice and toasty with Peter, there’s no way he’s letting his lover freeze.

Peter also never finds you off-putting or gross when you are sick. It’s just human nature to be sick, and honestly? Seeing you sick makes him love you more, since it means you trust him to be vulnerable around him.

So, peter might be somewhat clumsy and messy in the beginning setting it all up, panicking about getting you everything you need. But he’s a great nurse and cuddlebuddy. When he’s done all his research and gotten all the things though, it’s all cuddles and pampering.

Be careful or he’s gonna bathe you too and not let you lift a finger until you are all better again. Make sure to give him extra kisses to show you are thankful, even if he says its just what boyfriends are meant to do.

[noorpersona]

heyy first time requesting from you but i looove your work so if you don’t mind can you please write a timeskip!kenma x female!reader where reader is sick w high fever and kenma takes care of her and everything but two or one n a half day in she starts feeling really needy but is too tired embarrassed to tell kenma but he eventually finds out about what getting her so fussy and moody (other than the fever) and gives her what she longs for🙏🏻🙏🏻 I apologize if this is too long i mean no pressure at all you dont have to do it but i love the way you write fics please make it as long as possible thank youuu<33

I think I've ticked all your boxes hehe NEVER apologize for a request I love every one <333 thank you for your lovely words of encouragement! Enjoy!!!

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Kenma had never liked seeing you sick.

Not in high school, not now, not ever.

He wasn't the overly expressive type—not with words, not even with touch unless prompted—but he was attentive in the quietest, most precise ways. It was in how he brewed your tea with exactly the right amount of honey, how he remembered which corner of the blanket you preferred, how he adjusted the thermostat a degree lower without being asked. It was in how he never once complained when you sneezed directly onto his hoodie and then apologized like you'd committed a crime against humanity.

You'd caught a fever two days ago. High. Dangerous enough to make him drop his controller mid-stream, tell his viewers he was logging off, and shut everything down without a second thought. His fans could wait. You couldn't.

Now you were curled up in bed, cocooned under three layers of blankets, face flushed and eyes watery. Your hair stuck to your temples in damp strands, and your lips were dry despite the water and juice he kept coaxing you to drink. A warm haze clung to you like a second skin.

Kenma sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a clammy strand of hair from your forehead, his brows drawn together with a soft, worried furrow. You looked so small like this. Fragile in a way he hated.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, voice soft.

Your response was a quiet hum—too soft, too weak. Your hand barely moved when you tried to reach for him and gave up halfway through.

He sighed. "I’ll take that as a 'no' then."

He rose and padded barefoot to the bathroom to change the cool compress on your head. When he returned, you winced slightly at the shock of it against your heated skin but gave him the smallest of smiles. That smile was all he needed to stay planted beside you for the rest of the evening.

The first day was simple: fever, rest, more rest. Kenma read to you in a soft voice when you couldn’t sleep, half-watching the screen of his Switch when you drifted off. The second day, the fever didn’t break. Your cough got worse. You started getting whiny—not in a mean way, just more clingy, more fussy. You tossed and turned, grumbled at the blanket for being too heavy and then too thin. Kenma adjusted it each time without complaint, wordlessly refilling your cup when it was empty.

"Don’t leave," you murmured once when he stood up to grab your medicine.

"I’m just going to the kitchen."

"Still. Don’t."

He paused. Then slowly sat back down. "Okay."

You fell asleep not long after, your fingers curled in the fabric of his sleeve like a tether.

By the start of the third day, the fever had started to dip, but something was off. Not worse—just different. You were moody. Restless. Your eyes kept drifting toward him, then away. You fiddled with your sleeves, pulled your legs up under the blankets only to stretch them back out a moment later. You weren’t saying much, but when you did, it was to complain—your pillow was too soft, your tea was too sweet, your shirt was itchy.

Kenma didn’t mind. He never minded when it came to you. But the inconsistency in your behavior pinged in the back of his mind like a notification he couldn’t swipe away.

By mid-afternoon, he closed his game console and leaned forward, placing it gently on the nightstand. His golden eyes watched you with subtle intensity as you fiddled with the edge of your blanket.

"Okay," he said flatly. "You’ve been squirmy and weird all day. Spill."

Your eyes widened, and your face—already flushed from the fever—somehow turned redder. You immediately turned your face into the pillow.

He waited.

You groaned. "It’s nothing. I’m just... tired."

He didn’t buy it. Not for a second. "You’re not tired. You’re needy."

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Kenma blinked, letting the silence stretch for a moment as he watched you squirm. His voice dropped lower, a little softer, more curious than accusatory. "...That it?"

You buried your face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and near-incomprehensible.

"What was that?"

You turned just enough to peek at him with one eye, your lip trembling slightly. "I just... I wanna be held. But I’m gross and sweaty and disgusting, and I didn’t wanna bother you."

Kenma stared at you for a long beat. Then he gave a soft sigh, scooting closer until his knees bumped the side of the mattress.

"Move over."

Your eyes widened again. "But—"

"You think I care about sweat?"

"I literally sneezed in your hair yesterday."

"You did," he admitted. "And I’m still here."

You shifted slowly, cautiously, your heart fluttering like the fever had sparked all over again. Kenma climbed into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He was careful not to press against you too hard at first, but once you leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around you with a slow, deliberate tenderness, pulling you close until your head rested just beneath his chin.

You melted.

The warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers settled gently against your spine and started tracing soft, grounding lines—it was everything you hadn’t been able to ask for.

"Better?" he murmured.

Your voice cracked. "Yeah."

He kissed the top of your head, barely a brush of lips against fever-damp hair. "Next time, just say it. I can’t read your mind, you know."

You made a weak, embarrassed sound. "I didn’t want to be annoying."

"You’re always annoying," he mumbled, brushing his thumb against your arm. "But you’re mine. So it’s fine."

Despite the congestion, the soreness in your throat, the heat in your cheeks—you laughed. A breathy, tired little sound that still managed to be real.

He felt your smile against his collarbone.

Kenma held you tighter.

Neither of you moved for a long time. Minutes passed, then maybe an hour. Eventually, you dozed off in his arms, breathing soft and slow, and Kenma didn’t dare shift or get up.

He stayed right there, running his fingers along your back, as the fever began to retreat.

The medicine was working.

But more than that, you had finally let yourself rest in the place you needed most.

With him.

[alastor-simp]

Taking Care Of My Rose - Riddle Roseheart x Sick Fem Reader

Summary- You are suffering from an illness and are unable to attend class because of it. What you didn’t expect was your red haired boyfriend to take care of you

Tags: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Fluff, Sick Reader, Romance, Riddle is such a gentleman, cute, taking care of sick reader, riddle and reader are a couple, Couples

Notes: Getting back into writing for Twisted Wonderland. Wanted to do a sick fanfic with the little red headed dorm leader cutie. Enjoy!

*RAMSHACKLE DORM*

“NYAHH! MINION! WHY DID YOU FORGET TO WAKE ME UP!?!?” A loud cry had awoken you from your slumber. Groggily waking up, you looked to see Grim, glaring at you from the floor, ears flaming with anger. Slowly getting up from the bed, you moved over to place your feet on the ground, looking at Grim, apologetically. "I'm sorry Grim. I'm getting up." The minute you said that and stood up from the bed, your vision went blurry and you felt your knees grow weak, causing you to collapse to the ground, earning a shocked cry from Grim. "AH! MINION! ARE YOU OKAY?" You heard the little patter of paws moving closer to you, Grim face peering at you with concern. Your vision was slowly coming back, but now you felt like it was 100 degrees right now and you began to shiver. Grim continue to eye you with concern, moving to place his paw hand against your head. "Your head is very warm."

You tried to get up from the ground, but there was no energy in your legs to move, thankfully the ramshackle ghosts flew in and helped you up, placing you back on to the bed. "Thank you." The ghosts gave a smile before disappearing. Placing a hand on your head, you felt the warmth radiating off on you, making you realize that you probably have come down with something. "I'm sorry Grim, It looks like your going to have to go to class without me today." You spoke to Grim, as he still looked worried. "I'll be okay Grim. Just let the teachers know that I'm sick okay?" Grim gave you a nod, and scattered away to the front door, leaving you alone.

You maneuvered your body to lay back against the bed, pulling the blanket back over yourself. Since you didn't have any meds at the moment, you were gonna have to sleep the sickness off, hoping that you had enough energy to head to Sam's to purchase some medicine. It would have been nice if Crowley provided you with some proper necessities when you first arrived in this world, but knowing how irresponsible he was, you expected him not to care. Heaving a sigh, your adjusted your head on the pillow, hoping you would be able to fall asleep.

**4 Hours Later**

A sudden softness was placed on your forehead, causing you to arouse from your sleep. Upon opening your eyes, your vision unblurred seeing a certain red headed person gazing at you. "Ah, you are awake." A regal voice spoke to you. It took you a minute to realize it was Riddle, the dorm leader of Heartslabyul, dressed in his school uniform, who was looking down above you, as you laid on your bed. Widening your eyes, you were surprised to see him here. "Oh Riddle! What are you doing here?" You lifted your body a bit off the bed, going from laying down to sitting on it. Riddle's usual stern eyes were gazing at you with softness, as continued to stand near your bed. "Grim had announced your sudden ailment to the whole class when he arrived. Professor Trein understood and made it aware to the other teachers as well after class. Trey and the others wanted to attend and see how you were doing, but I told them I would be the one to check on you and see how you were doing, as well as bring the assignments that you missed during class."

You smiled that your friends cared so much about you, and happy that Riddle had come to see you, but you knew this was a burden to him, since he had many duties he needed to perform at his dorm. "I'm happy you came to check on me, Riddle, but you can head back." Riddle's grayish blue eyes gave you a strict gaze, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "My duties at Heartslabyul can be postponed at the moment. Besides according to the Rule: 809- The queen must make sure all of her subjects are taking care of when sick." You giggled at that, telling Riddle he made that up. His cheeks had flared pink after you said that, head turned to the side in embarrassment, "A-and If I did, what of it?" Aww it was cute how much of a tsundere he was. "Riddle, you could have just said you were worried about me." Riddle froze at that, mouth opening and closing like a fish, before he heaved a sigh, looking a you with kind eyes and a soft smile. "I-I was worried for you."

His hand reached over and patted your head, before moving to place against your forehead again, checking your temperature. "Oh dear, you are burning up! When had you taken your medicine?" You had told Riddle, who hadn't taken anything, which caused him to widen his eyes in shock. "YOU HAVE BEEN HERE ALL BY YOURSELF AND HAD NOT TAKEN ANY FORM OF MEDICINE OR CONSUMED ANY FOOD OR DRINK?!?" His voice had reached a booming volume, causing you to wince. "I don't have any of that stuff in this dorm. Crowley doesn't provide me with enough Thaumarks to afford any of that stuff. I was hoping to rest a bit and then if I felt better, I would get something at Sams." Riddle wasn't upset at you, he was just more mad that you weren't getting proper care. He was, however, enraged with the headmage. He did offer to give you a place to stay, but to think he had neglected to give you enough funds and necessities to live at the dorm, had him fuming. If he was in front of him right now, he would Off With His Head.

Calming down, Riddle gazed at you apologetically, "I sincerely apologize for raising my voice. I am not angry with you, but you will not be able to heal the sickness that way." Riddle had risen from the chair, and started to make his way to out of your room. "I will go get the necessary supplements from Sam. It will only be a moment, so I instruct you to remain in bed. Understood?" Riddle had turned his head back to look at you, and you nodded at his statement before settling back down on the bed. As you watched him leave the room, your eyes grew heavy again and you drifted back to sleep.

**A Couple Minutes Later**

You woke up to the sounds of the door opening, and lifted you head to see Riddle had come back, carrying a tray. His hair was a bit unkept and his clothes looked a bit ruffled as he walked closer to you. Making his way towards you, he sat back down on the chair, and placed the tray on the nearby table. Grabbing the bowl from the tray, Riddle handed it to you. "I have prepared some tomato soup for you. It should be enough to fill you up and help with the sickness. After your done, I'll give you some medicine to take." The bowl in your hands was warm, and the broth was a very dark red, which warmed your heart. "I didn't know you could cook Riddle." You smiled back at Riddle, as his face flushed a bit. "I-it is my second attempt at preparing something like this. I had cooked for Trey when he was sick with Lilia-senpais help, but from what I have heard from Sebek and Silver, it was a dire mistake to have asked him, but Trey didn't complain and ate it all." Riddle face had drew into a soft smile, as he remembered that time he tended for the vice dorm lead. Your heart soared seeing Riddle like this, behind all that stern exterior and going by the rules attitude, he was a kind loving boy, who cared deeply for those he cared about.

Thanking Riddle for the soup, you grabbed the spoon and lifted it to your mouth, tasting it. You hummed at the pleasant taste, it wasn't overly amazing, but it wasn't bad either, it was simple, which warmed you greatly. "Its good." You saw Riddles shoulders untense, as his body relaxed, knowing now that the soup he made was satisfactory and not a disaster. After you had finished eating, you handed the bowl back to Riddle, as he placed it down, and then grabbed a glass of water, and some pills that were on the tray, "Here you go. This should help with the fever and body aches." Grabbing the medicine, you swallowed it and chase it down after with water. "Thank you." Riddle responded back with a nod, as he placed the glass back down, then grabbed a cooling pad and placed it on your forehead, causing you to giggle, causing Riddle to raise an eyebrow. "May I ask why you are laughing?" "Sorry..sorry. It's just seeing you like this. So different from how you usually are at your dorm" Riddle stilled at that, not expecting that response. Darting his head down, his hands began to twiddle, something he often detested when others did it. "My past was always rules, rules, rules, study, study, study......there was never a time for me to engage in other things or interact with others, except Trey and Chenya, but they were rare occurrences. The more I spend time with you, the more I discover new things and different sides to myself."

His eyes remained downcast, but his face held new resolution. This is the riddle you have grew the love, yet his bossy side was adorable too. "Well I like both sides of you, if you were wondering." Giving him a playful smile, Riddle couldn't hold back a laugh from seeing it on your face, returning your little flirt, with his trademark smirk, "Heh~ You're quite a bold one, aren't you, my rose." His fingers then raised to give your forehead a little flick, which only made you giggle more. "Come now, its time for you to get some rest. You won't be able to make a full recovery like this." His fingers pointed to the pillow on your bed, instructing you to lay down, which you did. Settling yourself against on the bed, you turned to your side to gaze at Riddle. "Will you stay by my side until I fall asleep?" Riddle smiled kindly back at you, moving closer from where he was seated, giving your forehead a soft kiss. "I will." Leaning back, Riddle started to hum a soft melody for you, helping you to fall back asleep. After a few minutes, your eyes had shut, and your breathing had slowed. His gray eyes remained locked on you, admiring how soft you looked when asleep. Getting up from the chair, Riddle was ready to depart from you, making a mental note to remind himself to check on you again later. As he made his way towards the door, he turned back around, peering at you one more time. "Sweet dreams, my rose."

-END-

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[sunshinesickies]

hey there, can we do an arcane post s2 where jinx comes back to her partner being down with a head cold?

First time writing post s2 Jinx! Hope it’s alright and sorry that it’s a little on the short side!

CW: slight mentions of past trauma, general anxiety

Silence is Never Good

Unlocking the door to your small shared apartment, Jinx is met with an unusually quiet space. Normally the two of you have something happening, whether it be her tinkering, your art projects, or just general music playing from any one of the various speakers strewn around the apartment, there’s always plenty of sounds to be heard.

You like it like that, and so does Jinx. Music and sounds have always been a comfort to her and she hates being in places that are too quiet. Like right now. The silence rings through her ears like it’s yelling at her to be noticed. Worry twists in her chest. For her, silence never means anything good.

“Y/n?” Jinx is quick to call your name, her voice bouncing eerily off the walls in a way that has her heart speeding up when she doesn’t get an answer.

She tries to calm herself down, using the breathing techniques you’ve been helping her work on recently, but they get trapped in her chest as she starts checking all over the apartment for you. Kitchen? No. Couch? No. Your art studio corner? No.

No what…what if… No she can’t let herself go off the rails. Either you’re here somewhere or there’s some other reasonable explanation for the silence and in a moment you’ll come strolling through the door perfectly fine, the little ball of sunshine you always seem to be.

Wait… Jinx realizes she hasn’t even checked everywhere yet, she’d gotten so caught up in her fear of you being hurt or gone she completely forgot about the bedroom! As if on cue, the second she turns the knob to your shared bedroom, she’s met with an abnormally dark room, and two soft sneezes that seem to be muffled into a pillow.

Jinx lets out a sigh. You’re here. You’re okay…well, maybe not okay, but okay. “Y/n?” She calls out gently as she makes her way further into the room, towards the you shaped lump on the bed.

“Jinx?” You rasp quietly into the dark as the familiar silhouette of your girlfriend emerges from the shadows. “Hey, hey, what’s up, love?” She crouches next to the bed, her brows immediately furrowing as her eyes lay on your current state. To put it plainly, you look miserable.

“I was worried, toots. It was so quiet, so…” She trails off when you start coughing into the blankets. Immediately she’s up and jumping onto the bed next to you, one hand rubbing your back while the other helps you sit up.

You lean back against her when your fit is over, your body slumping into her comforting embrace. “I’ss ‘kay, Jinx. ‘M here.” You croak out, your words a mix of your fever-slurred tongue and your sore, scratchy throat. The sound of it makes Jinx’s heart sink further. You also sound miserable.

“M sorry for scaring you.” You whisper as she reaches her arm towards the side table to feel around for a glass of water.

“Shhh, don’t worry about me sweets. Here.” Your girlfriend hands you a cup and you take it gratefully and quickly down a few large gulps of the cool liquid. It momentarily soothes your throat just enough to get some slight relief and you sigh as you hand it back to her.

Jinx holds you a little tighter as you shift a little to lay down more against her and you feel the blankets being pulled up closer to your chin. Your body shakes involuntarily and a moment later your girlfriend’s gentle palm is resting against your blazing forehead. She tsks at the heat she feels.

“How’d you get sick so fast huh?” She murmurs more to herself than to you as she starts running her fingers through your hair. Her normal light raspy voice abnormally soft as she gazes down at you. When she’d left only a couple hours earlier you hadn’t seemed at all sick. Maybe you were good at hiding it, but maybe it just hit you fast. You just hum against her in response, your eyelids heavy as they drift closed.

You feel completely utterly awful, but now that Jinx is home, things don’t seem so bad anymore. “How long have you felt bad love?” She wonders and waits patiently while you think a moment. Confusion settles on her expression when you don’t answer, but she quickly understands when she feels your breath hitch slightly a few seconds later.

“Nuhhnu’schhhuhh!” One sneeze is stifled against her shirt and she can’t help but smile down at you as you sniffle afterwards and let out a congested groan. “Ugh…sorry babe.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. “It’s okay, bless you.” Jinx shrugs and gently kisses your hair She really doesn’t mind, its you after all, plus you’re kinda cute all sickly and messy like this.

“Wha’d wads your question?” You rasp quietly, turning to look up at Jinx. “Doesn’t matter.” She hums. “Let’s just focus on getting ya better huh?” She leans down and places a light kiss to your rosy pink nose. The delicate action sends a shiver down your spine and you barely have time to turn away before you release a harsh triple into the blankets.

Jinx can’t help but chuckle slightly at what she’d accidentally done. “Why bless you!” She exclaims and you glare up at her but in your current state you’re no more menacing than a baby bunny. You sniff loudly against your runny nose and before she can react, You’re burying your face into her shirt blowing your nose right into the soft fabric.

“Ugh! Gross!” She whines as she squirms a little at your sudden retaliation but you can hear the smile in her tone. She isn’t sure quite why she doesn’t care, but your germs don’t bother her, in fact your cold seems to have sparked a little fire in her stomach, but well, that’s a problem for later.

“Thad’s for makding me sneeze.” You pout up at her and she rolls her eyes. “Hey! I didn’t mean to…but those were kinda cute, maybe we should try that again?” She smirks as her face inches closer to your’s which is now flushed deeper, beyond that of just a fever.

For a moment the tension hangs in the air, but then Jinx leans back. The dark red of your cheeks reminding her this isn’t the time for anything too fun. You’re sick and miserable, so she’ll settle for just taking care of you for now.

“Is there anything you need love?” You blink up at her, taken aback by the sudden changes in mood. You shuffled impossibly closer into her hold and clear your throat. “Jus’ you.”

Jinx smiles softly. “Don’t worry, toots. You’ve always got me.” You let your eyes slip closed once more as you let your exhaustion take over and your mind drifts to the soothing way her hands are playing with your hair and running along your back.

It doesn’t take long for your breathing to even out as you rest comfortably in your favorite person’s arms.