#vivanne miedema x y/n

[daniswoso]

You’re ill.

Vivianne Miedema x reader.

Warnings: illness, viv being overprotective, reader is sick, MINOR illness fluff.

Summary: You’re ill and try to hide it, safe to say it doesn’t last long.

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You were ill. You knew it, you could feel it coming even a few days before.

And apparently everyone else knew, too. So that meant a tall, overprotective Dutch woman known as Vivianne Miedema also knew. Which meant that with no doubt she wouldn't allow you to do even a minute of training, let alone a match.

"Y/N!" Her voice rang out around the Arsenal locker room.

"Shit." You grumbled as Leah chuckled and Kyra threw you a sympathetic smile, which you returned. "Hey, love, what's up?" You asked innocently, trying to make your voice sound less hoarse than it actually was.

"How could you not tell me you were ill!?" She asked, passing you one of her hoodies before pressing a cold face cloth to your forehead and pressing the back of her hand to your cheeks, trying to gauge your temperature.

"I'm sorry, love." You sniffled, resting you head against her, as she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer.

"God, you're going to be the death of me." She murmurs, kissing your temple. "It's okay, love, we'll get you home yeah?"

You don't even have time to think, you just knew you had heard the word 'home' and nodded, nearly falling asleep against your partners chest there and then.

The Arsenal girls bid their goodbyes to the both of you as Vivianne led you out to the car, your body almost a dead weight against her side, your head resting against her as you fought to stay awake.

Eventually she manages to get you into the front seat of the car, your teeth chattering slightly. "Are you cold, babe?" She asks, checking your temperature and grimacing when she saw you had broken out into a cold sweat.

You nod as she lays a blanket over your lap, which you smile weakly, but gratefully, for.

You end up falling asleep on the car ride home, the last thing you see being the gleam of the satnav in Viv's car, only to wake up to the soft gleam of the living room lights in your shared flat.

"Love?" You croak out, sitting up before a wave of nausea and dizziness hits you full force, making you lay back down and curl in on yourself as you desperately tried to stop the bile from climbing up your throat.

"Hey, love. You feel any better?" She asks tentatively, placing down a tray with a cup of tea, a small glass of water and soup on it down, before plonking a box of ibuprofen and paracetamol down too. You weakly shake your head, grateful gulping down some of the tea, the warm, honey-infused liquid soothing your throat.

"Not really. Kinda feels like Ive been hit by a lorry." You chuckled weakly, sitting up as she helps you get comfy, letting you take your meds.

You fall asleep not long after, wrapped up in Viv's arms. It was pure bliss.

Until she sneezed.

"Well, guess we're both sick now." You snickered weakly, kissing her cheek sloppily.

She grimaced as she wiped her cheek, giving you a half-hearted disapproving glare before smiling and rolling her eyes, "Yeah, no thanks to you, love."

You both chuckle and end up falling asleep wrapped up in each others arms.

And a few days later, when you'd recovered, Viv did indeed come down with the same horrid affliction you had.

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A/N: enjoy!!