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ghouljams · 3 months

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Hi! Shy anon sharing brain rot once again. As always is about The Ghost Distribution System™, because that’s 100% how he’d act and i can’t stop thinking about it.

Anyway, i’ve been specifically thinking about Ghost catching the flu. Gets all of the basic but annoying ass symptoms. Runny nose, sore throat, the not-too-high-but-definitely-debilitating fever, the shivers and body aches.

And despite feeling like death, he’s still coming over to fix that leaky sink you complained about. (Because he’s been through worst and it’s not like he really takes that much care of himself, your needs go first anyway.)

So, you let him in, thank him again for offering to do it himself and saving you a couple hundred in a handyman that would take way longer to do what he insists it’s a simple task. But when he keeps on coughing and needs to stop every few seconds to wipe his nose cause it’s stuffy you definitely notice something is wrong.

And as much as he refuses and insists that he is fine and doesn’t need you to fuss over him (you already do so much for him, show him so much kindness and care. How could he dare ask for more?) you end up feeling his skin and noticing he definitely has a fever.

So now he is laying on your couch, soft fluffy blanket around him (that absolutely smells like you and it’s making his mind even more fuzzy), cold compress on his forehead and a random movie quietly playing on the background as you make him a snack (to help him recover some strength and get some fluids you said).

And while he’s laying there all he’s thinking about though his foggy mind is how he’s going to repay you for this, all the things he can do for you so you keep letting him in every time he comes back.

You're such a saint, you don't want to put Ghost on your couch, not after everything he's done for you. He kicks up a silent fuss when you offer your bed for a nap, his fingers flexing and balling into tight fists. Again you offer a piece of your sanctuary, a place belonging only to you, as if it's nothing. He's sick in more ways than one. Filthy with his desire for you. He argues with you, with his god. Benevolent as you may be, every prophet has challenges placed in the path of his devotion. The devil tempted Jesus with all manners of the flesh, so why wouldn't he tempt Ghost?

Your concern makes you agree. Settling Ghost so gently on your couch that he wonders if even this is too good for him. You disappear long enough for him to wonder against his choice, long enough for him to close his eyes against the fever. You return with pillows and blankets, arranging them and coaxing him to lay down. Your fingers hover around his head, as if laying it on your pillows might be too much of a burden for him. As if he's liable to break if he settles it anywhere but your warm embrace.

You leave him again and Ghost pushes his face against he offered comfort, breathes in your scent greedily and imagines he's laid his head in your lap. You must have brought this comfort from your bed, determined to give him everything he doesn't deserve. It makes his head spin, sick, filthy, he could never repay the goodness you give him. You pull the gently weighted blankets over his shoulders, wipe the sweat from his forehead with a cool cloth, he can't look at you. He can't face the radiant warmth you bestow on him. He's done nothing to deserve it, nothing to warrant this care, nothing that should lead you to coo your gentle praise. It all sticks in his chest worse than any bullet could.

He doesn't deserve it, can't deserve it, you should give your kindness to someone better, to someone who doesn't hoard your care for themselves like he does. It hurts. It hurts and yet the ache is intoxicating. His teeth itch to sink into you, to inflict some of the same pleasure you bring to him. As if he could ever be worthy of such a thing.

"Simon," You hum, melodic, hymnal. He feels his eyes roll with the pleasure of hearing his name before he can open them. You say it so sweetly, like he's never heard it before. His vision swims with fever, but the light halos you and you smile at him. Divinity in your every breath, he could live a lifetime in the moment when your eyes meet his.

"Love," he feels it on his breath, inaudibly whispered, just a part of his lips, a fricative against his teeth. Like any other God receiving prayer you don't hear it. It's better that you don't hear it, the casual affection doesn't fit you right. If there was a bigger word for what he feels, for what you are, he won't find it in this condition.

"Just rest," You bid him, "You can stay here tonight, if you want."

If he wants. As if he could ever want anything else. As if he could turn down an invitation to rest his head in your temple. As if he could ever have the strength to tell you no.

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simonrillleyyysss · 6 months

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simon OR könig when reader is on her period OR when she’s sick :,(

(me rn with both send help)

she’s just cuddled up in her bed with her stuffies whining and sniffling with her achy body poor baby just needs rest ☕️🧦🎀

(on my period too. it’s ok. get well soon!!! we’re bluetoothed 🤘🤘)

⍣ ೋ SIMON AND KÖNIG WHEN READER IS ON THEIR PERIOD/SICK

ghost

‘y’ feelin’ alright, sugar?’

his gruff voice crooned, sitting at the edge of the bed, gently sliding the bag of sweeties towards you, reaching out to comb his hand through your messy hair, hotwaterbottle pressed against your abdomen, blanket thrown over your weak frame.

‘mhm..s’just sore.. head hurts, n’ my nose is runny..’

you softly murmured, stuffie tucked beneath your shoulder, frail arm reaching up to take his hand, mouth agape as you let out sore, raspy breaths

‘i know, love; want a hug?’

he questioned, kicking his shoes off and discarding of his trousers and shirt, slowly slinking beneath the blanket as you sniffled and whined.

‘don’t want you gettin..getting sick.’

‘i don’t want y’feelin’ lonely, pup.’

he quickly dismissed, laying beside you—arm draped around your waist, gently caressing your tummy as you rifled through the plastic bag, lifting your chocolate and taking a small bite, washing it down with your bottled water, coughing.

‘got you some medicine too, more paracetamol n’ pads.’

you nodded, slowly rolling to face him, stuffy shoved between the pair of you, his hand continuing to coax over the soft pudge of your tummy.

‘thank you, sisi..’

you crooned, snuggling into the hardness of his chest, his thumb moving to gently rub over your cheekbone.

‘anytime, baby. keep your pretty arse here all day, kay’? don’t want my poor doll feelin’ sore.’

könig

‘here you go, mein mädchen.’

the mammoth cooed, gently placing the bowl of soup infront of you as you layed on the sofa with your cat stuffy, cuddling to the plushie, his large hand gently stroking your calf.

‘thank..’ a cough followed,and a moment of silence.

‘thanks, kökö..’

he nodded, leaning over to try and kiss you, you whined and gently pushed him off, covering your lips.

‘i have the flu..’

‘..and? Ich möchte mein Mädchen küssen.’

he mumbled, kissing your jaw tenderly—standing up and heading to the kitchen, lifting your hotwaterbottle from the kitchen table and shuffling back out, handing it to you, a cough following from you.

with a soft sigh, you pressed it against your tummy, playing with your plushie as he watched you, long red hair draped over his broad shoulders.

‘need anything else, schatz? tampons? snacks?’

‘no..im okay, köni..’

he nodded, gently draping the blanket around you with a quick peck to your lips; causing you to sniffle and sneeze.

‘Gut, ich liebe dich.

‘love you too.’

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somber-sapphic · 5 months

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Cooking With A Cold

〖500 Follower Prompt: “Oh sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought” + “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing” + 🏥〗

〖Summary: You hurt yourself while trying to cook a romantic meal for your girlfriend.〗

〖Word Count: 1.5k〗

〖Pairing: Natasha x Sick Reader〗

〖A/N: Hello! So, some of you may know there was a bit of a "situation" last week which threw me off a bit and I decide to postpone posting this. I know, it's been months, but I really needed to recompose and regroup which changed my plan. Sorry, I know this is a bit long but I hope you enjoy!〗

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Natasha had just gotten home from a long mission and when she had come into the kitchen you’d screeched at her to get out, not wanting to ruin the surprise. She’d left laughing and was currently sitting on the couch in preparation for what she didn't expect to be an incredibly fancy dinner. She knew that you hated to cook and assumed you’d just thrown a few frozen things in the oven and mac and cheese or something on the stove.

Instead, you had taken it upon yourself to make her favorite dinner and a dessert to go with. Over the two weeks that she had been gone, you’d been watching cooking videos and practicing in your spare time. There was a lot of spare time. You had decided to make her a medium-rare steak with baked asparagus and sauteed mushrooms. Following that there was a cheesecake in the fridge that had come out much better than you’d expected.

When planning this fancy meal that you very much didn't know how to cook, you had been so excited. You were thrilled to get to spend real time with your girlfriend and you wanted her to tell you everything about the ocean and beach and blue skies. It hadn't been a particularly dangerous mission, and you were sure that she’d be happy to tell you all of the more fun details.

So of course, your body had decided to throw something at you. Maybe it was the long nights spent awake wishing you weren't alone in your bed, maybe it was the fact that one of the Avengers (Clint) seemed intent on spending time with you even though he was clearly sick (it was probably the second one), but the cause didn't matter because you were sick. Sick sick.

You didn't have a little sniffle that you could push through with a dose of cold medicine and a few tissues, you had a full-on everything hurts, whole body feels hot and cold, stuffy and runny nose, dizziness, chest cough that won't let up kind of cold. Or maybe the flu. You weren't sure, but that didn't particularly matter to you either. For now, all that mattered was you staying upright for long enough to finish this meal.

Between breaks of sitting on the floor and about one million tissues, you’d managed to get down to the last stretches. The steak was done, and ready to be cut. The mushrooms were sitting on the stove covered by a pot lid to keep them warm. All that was left was the asparagus sitting in the oven and the timer for those had just gone off.

You pulled yourself to your feet and stumbled slightly, the world shifting quickly around you as your center of gravity changed. It was all you could do not to grab the hot stovetop and stumble into the counter instead, hoping that you hadn't made too much noise. You may have felt awful, but you didn't need Natasha to know that.

With your brain on autopilot, you stuck your hands into the oven and grabbed the metal pan with a bare hand. You were so out of it and ready to be finished cooking dinner that you hadn't realized you had forgotten the oven mitt until you felt white-hot pain shoot through your hand.

You pulled back with a strangled gasp, catching the back of your hand on one of the oven racks as you did. Tears of pain clouded your vision momentarily and you clutched your hand to your chest, unsure what to do. The gasp led to a fit of coughing that left you doubled over and panicking. If you just kept standing there your dinner would burn, but you were pretty sure that your hand was useless. And the room was still spinning.

Now you’d have to get Natasha and she would be upset because not only had you ruined dinner, but she’d also need to take care of you. You stood there frozen, and to your utter horror, you began to cry. The frustration of it all was too much. All you’d wanted to do was make a nice hot dinner for your incredibly busy girlfriend and now you needed her help.

“Hey Nat?” You called out in a watery voice, congestion seeping into your worlds. You sniffled and brought your tightly clenched hand up to wipe your nose on your sleeve, doing your best not to disturb the burn. A tiny part of your brain was telling you that you should probably be running it under cool water or at least stick it in the fridge, but it hadn't quite caught up to the part that was shutting down the pain.

Natasha, bounced into the room, her smile lighting up her eyes falling as she saw the twisted expression on your face and the protective way you were holding your hand. You could feel your lower lip quivering and your nose might have been running again but you weren't sure, you were just humiliated. To be safe, you swiped your hand against your fist and sniffled.

“Oh dorogory, what happened?” She asked, rushing over to wrap her arms around you. You laid your head against her shoulder and let out a whimper, wishing that you didn't have to admit to your failure out loud. This was all so humiliating.

She pulled back for a moment and cupped your cheek, lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed. She glanced back at the half-open oven, then at your hand, then back into your eyes and you watched her face go from pure terror for your safety to understanding concern.

“Show me please?” Nat murmured, not wanting to force your hand open and risk hurting you more. You started to nod, but quickly wrenched away to sneeze into your elbow. One sneeze turned into four which turned into a bout of raspy coughing which made you glad you’d managed to turn in time. You didn't want to get her sick too.

You extended your hand at the end of the fit, revealing the blistering burn across your palm.

“Oh, Y/n, I could tell you were sick, but sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought!” She exclaimed, studying your burn intensely as she flicked her eyes up to your mess of a face. You wrinkled your nose and sniffled again, blinking rapidly at her. Black dots had appeared in the corners of your vision in these last few seconds, and you were beginning to wonder how much longer you’d be able to stand up.

“Shit, okay. Let's get you sitting.” You didn't have to say a word, Natasha was right there wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you to the living room. She even managed to turn the oven off as she practically carried you out and set you down on the sofa.

You leaned against the arm of the couch and rested your head on the cushion, another low rumbling cough echoing through your chest. It hurt to breathe, and you could hear a slight wheeze that might be more audible to those with less clogged ears.

“Okay. This hand really doesn't look great baby and I don't like the sound of your breathing. You’re going to hate this, but there’s an Urgent Care a few minutes away and I think we need to go. They might be able to get you something for the pain and something to open up those lungs, okay?” She didn't bother to sugarcoat (much) and her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking. Whether you wanted to or not, you had earned yourself a trip to Urgent Care.

Instead of answering you sneezed again, barely able to direct the sneezes to your lap rather than in her direction. You knew it was gross, but you couldn't seem to make your limbs cooperate the way you wanted them to. Lifting a pinky felt like lifting a thousand tons.

“M’sorry. I can’t stop sneezing.” You mumbled, hoping those words were enough to convey just how sorry you were, not just for the sneezing but for everything. Natasha kissed the top of your head and pressed a tissue to your nose, guiding your uninjured hand to hold it there.

“No apologies my love, just sit tight. I’ll get your shoes and your favorite blanket then we’ll head out, okay?” She soothed, running your fingers through your hair as she talked.

Her voice was the sound of summer rain on a warm night, slow rolling waves on a white sand beach, and birds chirping in a lush green forest. It was every comforting thing anyone could think of plus ten more. She was all that. She never failed to make you feel safe, loved, accepted, and, most importantly, worthy of feeling all of those good things.

You nodded wearily and let yourself melt against the couch as she moved around you, turning off lights and gathering whatever she thought that you would need. You were dreading whatever might happen at Urgent Care, but if she was there you knew that it would be okay. She’d make sure that it was all okay. And when you felt better, you’d make her that damn dinner.

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hazbinhotelxreader · 3 months

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Carmilla x sick! Female reader!

Words:558

“Sick? Again?”

A/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR THE FOLLOWERS AND LIKES❤️❤️. It really makes me want to keep writing! Also this one’s shorter! Sorry if it is I’m just not sure what else to write for her

(Requested by: GothRoseXo on AO3)

Warnings: nothing, fluff

Info: basically the reader gets sick often and easily, and Carmilla is there to take care of her

It wasn’t rare for you to get sick, it was actually pretty common for you. Runny noses are often to come for you, and coughs, and fevers- maybe you have a poor immune system, or maybe you’re just exposed to a lot of germs often. Either way, it’s lead you up to this point. Cold, sick, and tired, laying in you and Carmillas shared bed.

You were laying under the covers, head rested upon the soft pillows. Your nose stuffy and your head throbbing, you were laying on your side with you eyes shut. Your girlfriend, Carmilla, came into the room, seeing you ill and tired. She sighed softly “sick again mi Amor?” She chuckled softly and sat next to you.

Your nose sounded stuffy as you sucked in some air to pull the mucus back in “yes..” you said, voice groggy from your illness, not feeling very well. Carmilla got up and grabbed a thermometer and some medicine.

“Here let me help you” she smiled softly and checked your temperature. She looked at you concerned. “A fever..you’re lucky it’s not as high as the last.” She said gently and handed you some pills and fresh water.

“Thank you dear..” you take the pills quickly, wanting to have some sort of pain relief from your sickness.

“Of course my love..” she gave you a soft kiss on your cheek, not caring if she could get sick too .

“Carmilla..I don’t want you to get sick too..” you say worried and gently push her away.

“It’s alright..a little illness won’t push me away from you..” she reassured and laid down next to you. Cuddling you to make you feel as comfortable as possible during your fever. You sigh and cuddle back, head resting in your lovers chest and her arms wrapped around your body

“What would I ever do without you?” You ask, breathing in and trying to relax. The pills for your headache and fever were kicking in a little, but it didn’t solve your sore throat or stuffy nose.

Carmilla chuckled “I’m not sure my love, you’d be completely lost without me.” She joked playfully, her large hand playing with your hair gently.

You chuckle at her joke, then turn away to sneeze, covering your nose in the process. Carmilla sat up and handed you a box of tissues to help you. “Thank you..” you said muffled into your hand and blew your nose.

“Of course…anytime my love” she gave a reassuring pat on your back. After you finished blowing your nose, you tossed the tissue onto the bedside table and laid back into your lovers arms. She left soft kisses on your face and neck, making you feel comfortable during the time of your illness, even if you told her to stop due to you being scared of her getting ill too.

During your time of being ill, Carmilla made you food, made sure you stayed hydrated, checked your temperature, and gave you medicine. Not to mention the affection she gave you while sick. And just like you said, She got ill as well. Leaving you to take care of your living girlfriend, but that’s not a very big problem.

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feverish-chaos · 6 months

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BDSM snz idea (will contain mess!) A Brat type with an obvious cold, runny/stuffy nose, face flushness, sore throat, sneezing and coughing. Their dom asks if their sick and the brat type denies it even though Dom knows they're sick. So dom decides to play keep away with the tissues until their sub admits it. Maybe they use their own shirt (or their dom's) until they can't take it anymore and begin to beg for a tissue. "pl-please sir/miss/mx, cad I-i haaah hah! have a tihhh hih! tissue?" But of course just this little ask isn't enough. the Dom wants more! "hm? but i though you weren't sick sweetheart, why would you need a tissue?!" The dom replies wanting to give their sub a taste of their own medicine (haha pun)

Thee sub keeps sniffling and snuffling to keep their runny nose in check as best they can but its only making the tickle in their nose worse. "pl-please I-I hih! I need th-them'b" "And why is that???" "b-behhh because i-i hahhh Have a c-cold" The dom chuckles and smirk widely. "oh you do?! why don't you tell me what doesn't feel good" The sub knows the dom's doing this to humiliate them and boy is it working. "M-my h-head h-hurts, s-so does my throat aaah hhhaaah! and! EEETCHIIIEW! EEETCHHIIIEEW! ugh my dn-dnose iiih! IITSHIIIEW!" The sub could hardly get a word out as each sneeze caused their nose to drip and leak with snot and spray wetly. Their breath still hitching signaling their nose still wasn't done making a mess out of them yet.

"Oh what about your nose, lil pet?" The sub begins to desperate fan at their face while they continue.

"It s-s-so stuuuuhh stuffy, ad ruddy aaahh ad so tiiih tih hih! IIH'CHIIEW! tickly!" The dom gets nice and close to their sub and chuckles a little. "oh yeah its all red and irritated honey, I think you do need a tissue" They slowly pull one from the box and press it to their sub's trembling and leaking nose. "go on, now right into the tissue" The sub gasped hugely and went into a fit. This quickly soaked the tissue, the dom could feel the wetness already seeping through and coating their hand but they kept going until the sub stopped. Pulling away the tissue caused many strings and cords of snot of varying thickness to follow. The dom laughs once more and says. "aaaw my poor baby, you really do have a bad cold. Look at the mess you made. All that snot oozing out of your nose, you got my hand all wet too! tsk tsk tsk what am i gonna do with you and that nose of yours~" The sub looks up at their dom, blushing in horny embarrassment. The dom kisses their forehead and pulls them to their chest. "Guess that means I'm gonna have to take care of you.~"

#chaotic thoughts #feverish mess #snz #nonkink blogs don't interact #snzblr

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bleubrri · 2 years

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the pounding at the apex of your skull worsens with every pathetic sniffle, feeble attempts to clear your stuffy nose. your throat is a shell of its former self—torn to shreds and burning with the feeling of being lacerated by shards of glass. it’s by far the worst day, you’re debilitatingly sick, and toji hates it.

every frenzy of coughs that vibrate in your throat and wrack your little body so hard that he thinks you’ll choke up a lung—he hates that he can’t do anything. and you keep worrying for him, scalding him to keep his distance.

“you’ll get sick, toji.” your voice is cracked beyond belief, all nasally and hoarse from the constant strain on your throat, and being buried in his chest doesn’t help its muffled volume.

“i don’t care.” he pulls you closer, running large hands up your arms and finding goosebumps branded into your skin. “shit, you’re freezin’ baby.”

“‘s just a few chills.”

he frowns, unconvinced, and reluctantly slips from his place under you, stepping up from the bed and leaning down to bundle the covers around you tighter. you blink up at him, tired eyes and runny nose pulling at his heartstrings as you reach out to clasp his hand.

“where you goin’?”

he presses the icy points of your knuckles to his lips. “‘m gonna make you somethin’. you hungry?” your eyes dart around and you nod sheepishly, like you’re embarrassed to accept the offer. it almost makes him scoff—if you asked for the sun toji would rip every star from the sky just to see you smile.

“okay.” he kisses the tip of your nose, uncaring of the way you scrunch up your face and mumble about being all snotty. “sit tight, bubs.”

he watches your eyes flutter shut as you nod, burrowing into the plush of the pillow as he makes his way to the kitchen.

you’re awoken from a hazy sneeze-filled sleep by clinking at the side of the bed and a subtle savoury scent penetrating the blocked tunnels of your sinuses.

toji chuckles at the delighted hey that you croak out, as if he wasn’t 2 rooms away and listening in on every cough and sniffle. he sits up against the headboard, pulling you up towards him as he settles a tray on his lap.

there’s ice cream that he lets you eat first; vanilla, because all that other shits for kids or assholes. a simple rice porridge that settles your stomach and fills you with a tranquil warmth. a questionable looking juice that you’re skeptical of, but turns out to be pleasantly sweet with notes of ginger and lemon that already have you feeling more refreshed. and the soup is delicious—thick and glossy with veggies peeking through and a subtle spice that soothes your soul and warms you all over. you’re staring at him with gooey heart-eyes by the time he spoons the last of it past your lips. there’s a pleasant heaviness to your limbs, and your eyes are drooping again by the time you’ve sipped some water and polished everything off.

your thank you comes in a dreamy mumble that has him pressing his lips to your forehead as you slump against his broad form.

he grunts, slipping a hand under your hoodie to trace the bones of your hips and watching your breaths even out until you drift into the least fitful sleep of the day.

“anythin’ for you.”

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astraysimp · 7 months

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(Un)Expected Visitors

Hi besties. I been real active, and have am imagine for you, all! Hehehe....Enjoy!!!!

(Un)Expected Visitors

Pairing: Changbin and Y/n

Warnings: fluff, sick reader ( like a seasonal cold or flu), other members(Maknae line), worried Binnie, G!n reader , group cuddles,impromptu sleepover with the maknae line , reader calls the maknaes “honeys” in a cute friendly way, seungmin being soft ( we know he’s secretly a softie)

~* Y/n is sick…..and some, not so, unexpected guests come over~*

Fall was in full swing, yours and Changbin’s favorite season- leaves changing colors, falling from the trees, crisp leaves crunching under your feet as you walked , pumpkin picking , apple orchards, SWEATER WEATHER…. You loved it all. However….. What you didn’t love was the cold/flu that came along with it. The seasonal illness left you with chills, little appetite, a runny AND stuffy nose and fatigue. And, unfortunately ….that’s what you were feeling like , right now.

You had woken up that crisp chill morning– cuddled in bed, wrapped in the warmth and security of Changbin’s arms and your blankets, the sun peeking through the curtains of your shared bedroom– with a cough and sniffles due to your stuffy nose. Sighing, you checked the alarm clock….8.26AM it read. So, knowing yourself better ( and that Changbin would be upset if you didn’t) you had decided to call into your work saying you were feeling too under the weather to go in, that day. Before going back to bed and enjoying more Binnie cuddles , you decided to message Chan saying you were sick with a flu but to not worry himself or the others – Changbin included– about it and that you’d be resting, for most if not all of the day….once the message was sent, you snuggled back into his Changbin’s warm chest and fell back asleep, feeling his arm tighten around you…

~~~~~12 Noon~~~~~~

It was noon when you woke up , meaning Changbin had been at work for 2 hours. With a fatigued body and slow movements, you pulled yourself out of bed- an ivory soft throw blanket wrapped around you, fuzzy socks and your slippers on your feet - and made your way downstairs to your kitchen. Groaning as the lights of the kitchen caused your headache to throb, you padded your way to the fridge, opening the door and grabbed some soup and a bottle of Gatorade ( the light blue one) to help your electrolyte levels. Sighing to yourself, you put your soup in the microwave and took a couple of flu/ cold medication tablets. “Aish….. My head hurts. “ Hearing the beeping of the microwave , you grabbed your soup; from the microwave, a spoon and your water bottle, before you made your way to the living room.

Setting the soup and spoon down, you gently sat yourself down on the couch and kicked your slippers off. “Mmmmmmm, want Binnie home.” You had pouted to yourself, as you sipped your soup, after letting it cool off a bit. “Aigoo, still too hot,” you sighed before taking another sip, you turned your TV on, setting the volume low. “Guess I could watch something,” you mumbled, sipping your water as you flicked through the channels. Settling on some random drama, You set the bowl on the coffee table and laid on the couch–a dwaekki pillow clutched in your arms– pulling your blanket tighter around your body, as your eyes flickered over the TV screen.A couple episodes later and you felt your eyes droop. The fatigue of the flu really hitting you. You were groggy and didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you heard the door of your shared apartment open….

~~~~~6.30Pm~~~

Changin- along with his other members’-- work day was finally done and he couldn't wait to go home, to you. Changbin was excited, his maknaes were going to go to your shared apartment for a dinner and game night. Exiting their company building and getting in Changbin’s car, they made the 15 minute drive, talking quietly amongst themselves. And 15 minutes later, after parking and getting the elevator to your apartment floor, they didn’t expect the sight they saw…

Changbin and the maknaes, toed their shoes off, by the door, and slipped on a pair of their own house slippers and walked into the small hallway, that opened up to their common area. Changbin noticed immediately, how quiet it was, upon entry. “Huh…… why’s it so quiet?” Han had asked his friends. The others shrugged, not seeming too fazed. “Dunno…..but usually y/n has music playing or is cooking or watching TV,”Felix said, having been over to his hyung’s apartment enough times to know the normal ‘routine.’ It seemed off and Changbin was slightly worried.” Yah, sh. Maybe they’re asleep…..baby? Honey? I’m home.” Changbin had cautiously called out as he walked around. “Hyung……did y/n seem okay when you left this morning?” Seungmin had questioned him before going to check the kitchen and patio area. “Y/n was asleep , when I left…” Changbin pouted and walked into the living room”Seungmin hyung, don’t say that. It’ll worry him,” Jeongin whined, also searching for y/n.”yeah, don’t be silly, maybe ynnie is just upstairs showering or something,” Han suggested. Scoffing gently, Seungmin butted back,”shower? At 6:30 at night?”Changbin was starting to worry, as was Felix.”Hyung? They didn’t go anywhere, today, did they?” Changbin shook his head, with a pout. “no….no…Y/n would’ve texted me plus…their shoes are by the door,in the same position they left them last night”. Sighing, he checked the bathroom and first floor guest bedroom ,before quietly making his way to the living room. “Huh?....Tv’s on? Baby? Binnie’s ho-” he called out again, before noticing your sleeping figure on the couch, soup and medicine on the table and sighed.” Guys , I found y/n. They’re asleep, so be quiet.” He told his members as he knelt down by the couch, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckle. “Hey, hey, baby. What happened hm?” He pouted at you, noticing your eyes slowly opening, as you nuzzled into his touch. “B-Binnie? You’re home?” You sleepily smiled at him , stretching your body out. “Yeah,Binnie’s home. Now, sweety, what happened? Why didn't you tell me you didn’t feel well?” He cooed before placing a kiss to your forehead,”it’s okay,Binnie. Just a flu.” You blushed under his gaze, blinking slowly. “Oh baby, my poor baby. Let Binnie take care of you, yeah?” He smiled, softly, until he heard the coos and scoffs of his maknaes.Seungmin speaking first, “ hi, Y/nnie. Do you feel okay? Do you want us to go?” He looked at you softly, the same way the other members of the maknae line were. “ We can go, noona. It’s okay,” Jeongin and Felix added in, Han nodding in agreement. Sitting up, you smiled and giggled softly, feeling Changbin pull you into his side. “Oh, hi honeys. No no … I feel a lot better, now. You guys can stay.” You patted the other side of the couch and watched as a giggly felix scampered over, before cuddling into your side. “ I’m glad you feel better,ynnie,” Felix smiled at you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Feeling left out, Han, Seungmin and Jeongin scampered over, before placing themselves around or on you, Felix and Changbin. “Cuddle pile! Cuddle pile!” They had cheered- yes even Seungmin- as they grabbed blankets of their own and smiled at each other.

Sure, having the flu sucked– like yeah the flu sucks– but having your boys there to care for you and cuddle you , made it a heck of a lot better. “ Now….if you boys get sick…. It’s not my fault,” you had playfully warned them, sending points at them. “Yes ma’am, our faults completely.” They had giggled, before cuddling back in. And, a few hours later, once dinner was eaten and everyone was changed into pajamas….you found yourselves asleep in that same cuddle pile– all with soft smiles on your faces.

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cannabiscomrade · 10 months

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great allergy post btw!!

I think its easy to say good allergies aren’t that bad because they’re avoidable and the symptoms aren’t really chronic in the same sense that typical disabilities are. But my god the social effects! Having to bring your own food everywhere and be mindful about traveling and plane rides constantly is really draining after a while, especially with very common allergens like gluten or meat or egg. Like it’s crazy to me that most people can just eat whatever (like random food trucks in particular because damn I wish) because I’ve never gotten to do that

also the comorbidities! asthma alone accounts for a long term impact of allergen exposure.

people do not care to understand the severity of anaphylaxis and I've even been in first aid trainings where all they did was pass the Epi-Pen trainer around. a certain popular public charter [R.E.D.A.C.T.E.D] doesn't even mandate allergy certification through the first aid/cpr provider they choose. (a majority of first aid/cpr courses I've taken are phenomenal with allergy training fwiw)

ANYWAYS here are the signs and symptoms of anaphylaxis and what to do if you or someone is experiencing them!

If you or someone you know is experiencing anaphylaxis, call emergency services immediately. Do not delay care. If you're unsure, call anyways. Symptoms can be rapid or within 2 hours of exposure.

Do not delay care after administering epinephrine (Epi-Pen, Adrenaclick, Auvi-Q, etc), it is only temporary, hospital care is necessary.

Do not assume that someone with an allergy has an epinephrine injector, especially in places where you have to pay for healthcare.

If someone goes unresponsive and is not breathing during an allergic reaction, start CPR (adult | child+infant) immediately.

Image description: an infographic from the Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team titled "SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF ANAPHYLAXIS"

Anaphylaxis (an-a-fi-LAK-sis) is a serious allergic reaction that comes on quickly and has the potential to become life-threatening. The most common anaphylactic reactions are to foods, venom, medications, and latex. Anaphylaxis signs and symptoms that may occur alone or in any combination after exposure to an allergen include:

MOUTH: itching, tingling, swelling of the lips/tongue/palate (roof of the mouth)

THROAT: hoarseness, tightening of throat, difficulty swallowing, hacking cough, stridor (a loud, high-pitched sound when breathing in)

LUNGS: shortness of breath, wheezing, coughing, chest pain, tightness

GUT: abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea

CNS/BRAIN: anxiety, panic, sense of doom

EYES/NOSE: runny nose, stuffy nose, sneezing, watery red eyes, itchy eyes, swollen eyes SKIN: hives or other rash, redness/flushing, itching, swelling

CIRCULATION/HEART: chest pain, low blood pressure, weak pulse, shock, pale blue color, dizziness or fainting, lethargy (lack of energy)

Symptoms involving the throat, lungs, and circulation/heart are marked with asterisks, indicating immediate and potential life-threatening symptoms.

Consult with a board-certified allergist for an accurate diagnosis and management plan.

Although the majority of individuals experiencing anaphylaxis have skin symptoms, some of the most severe cases have no rash, hives, swelling

EPINEPHRINE is the first-line of treatment for anaphylaxis Antihistamines, inhalers, & other treatments should only be used as secondary treatment. Always carry two epinephrine auto-injectors at all times.

When you, or someone you know, begin to experience symptoms, CALL 9-1-1 IMMEDIATELY!

FAACT Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team

AWARENESS • ADVOCACY • EDUCATION www.FoodAllergyAwareness.org

(513) 342-1293 Fax (513) 342-1239

P.O. Box 511 West Chester, OH 45071 [email protected]

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎sick and sound♡︎

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x Fem!reader, Pope Heyward x Fem!reader, John B x Fem!reader, Kiara Carrera x Fem!reader —could be read as romantic or platonic—

Summary: It was officially Fall your favorite season of the year but there always seemed to be a negative with a positive with came the crisp air, burnt orange leaves, and pumpkin spice everything was flu season —flufftober; day 4–

Word count: 1.1k+

Warning(s): Sickness, mentions of throwing up, fluff and language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— So I’m kinda scared of pumpkin flavored things I haven’t had something pumpkin since I was like 11 and I hated it so I’m gonna try it again (you guys have +1 more fic coming tdy :)

First it started with your occasional sniffles and dry eyes but you just brushed it off as your seasonal allergies nothing big, nothing major, nothing to worry about.

Then came the coughing, runny nose, and feeling if you sneezed to hard you would puke and so you finally accepted the fact that you were sick so there you were laying in bed on October 4th watching Hocus Pocus for the 20th time and drinking green tea dozing in and out of sleep

The pogues couldn’t be anymore worried about you than they already were you were MIA in October your favorite month and to top it off you favorite season usually you would have already dragged them to Spirit, volunteered you all to help set up a pumpkin patch, and the only thing they would have smelled is cinnamon, vanilla, and pumpkin

The group had brushed it off the first two days of the month thinking maybe you were off planning or shopping for Halloween decorations you had enough of and didn’t need

But ever since yesterday night when you’d dropped of Things to make sandwiches, boxed pancake mix and two of the biggest pans of Lasagna any of them had ever seen just on the doorstep they couldn’t help but start to panic

JJ was pacing holes in the floor, Kie was contacting any and everyone who she knew knew you, John B was on his third can of beer at 11am, and Pope.. Pope was the only person thinking rationally at that moment

“You all need to calm down, How about we just stop at her house and if she’s not there we can drive around the island alright?” Pope was the one calming them all down but the more Kie called you and you didn’t answer the more anxiety rose in his chest

“Okay yea, yea.” JJ nodded his head in agreement the look on his face stating as if he were going over the plan in his head a million times

“You’re tipsy and drive like a grandma” JJ muttered as he was the first one out of the door rushing the pogues to hurry and pick up their feet before all four teens were loaded in the Twinkie driving off to your house

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

You had dragged you sock covered feet from your bathroom that had connected to your room back into bed the crackers you had tried to consume to put something light and airy in you but your stomach disagreed with you wholeheartedly by the time you were on the fifth cracker you felt the intense need to gag and soon went the crackers back up the hatchet

You were quite literally miserable.

You had tried to go back to sleep because your body was entirely worn and exhausted but your stuffy nose was making it difficult to breathe and you couldn’t keep your hands away from you face Especially with your eyes that itched dearly

You began to think that you were sicker than you though or if your brain were messing with you because you could swear you could hear someone in your house

There was nothing wrong with it your padlock key was the only security you really used for your house you never used the second lock just for anyone of your friends around the island needed a place to crash they had the code but you still weren’t expecting anyone

Sliding out of bed and throwing a robe over your tank top and shorts the cool air not being something you were a fan of at the moment before opening your bedroom door stepping into the hall before beginning to trail down your steps

By the time you made it to the landing of the staircase you came into view you came Into contact with 4 pairs of wide eyes before JJ tackled into you ill body with a hug you returned it softly before pushing him away which he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head like a kicked puppy at

“I don’t want to get you sick” You muttered your voice raspy and throat sore it hurt to speak unless you were whispering like a church mouse before you burst into a fit of coughs and Pogues couldn’t help but wince it sounded as bad a nails against a chalkboard and by the look on your face they could tell it hurt.

“We don’t care if you get us sick, you always take care of us and we have to return the favor” John B piped up as the rest of the group nodded in agreement and you couldn’t help but tiredly smile muttering a grateful okay

John B came up the small amount of stairs that put a distance in between all of you lifting you of the ground his arm coming under your thighs while you rested you head on his shoulder before Kie followed behind you both while JJ and Pope made their way towards the kitchen

When you entered your room Kie began to pick up the pillows that had fell on the floor leaning them against your head board making up Your bed while John b had yet to put you back on your own two feet while he bounced you up and down like a baby

Somehow you weren’t complaining it made you feel sleepy and sending how you couldn’t stay asleep for more than ten minutes you were grateful for the motions

It was at least five minutes of John B’s consistent bouncing before he felt a heavier weight on his shoulder and your soft breaths tickling his neck to indicate your peaceful slumber Kie had just finish up making your bed more comfortable and switching out your practically empty tissue box for a new one

John b carefully approached your bed lowering you softly onto the mattress as you shuffled before settling back in JJ and Pope came through the door with 5 bowls of chicken noodle soup they found in your cabinet heating on the Stove than adding a few spices and precut vegetables to add a little something

Kie hurriedly shushed the boys pointing to your sleeping figure which they started at sheepishly before Passing out the bowls of soup to the point there were only one more left over that they sat on vanity closest to your TV

The pogues crowded around you whisper shouting at who should be closest to you squeezing one your queen sized mattress before dozing off or continuing to watch the movie you had on

That day you laid in between four squished body’s sick and sound.

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etherealyoungk · 1 year

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some hoshi fluff <3

hoshi calling you during your lunch break at uni and you answer him with less energy as usual because of the cold you seem to have caught. you had woken up with a slight sore throat in the morning but brushed it off, not paying attention to it. but it's symptoms really only started to show as the day progressed - a runny nose, a heavy head, and a sore throat. it was the weather you blamed that caused the cold.

hoshi notices your low energy immediately. he could pick on your mood anytime, it was like he was so in tune with you. he asks you if you were okay and when you softly tell him you were feeling under the weather, having caught a cold, he naturally gets worried.

"do you want me to come pick you up early? i can come now", he offers, but you tell him it's okay and that you could manage through your last class for the day. but the class was a subject you didn't necessarily enjoy and the teacher talked and talked. and when a small assignment was given you could barely focus on the questions, your head getting heavier and your nose getting stuffy.

when the class is finally over and you walk out, you see hoshi standing outside the hall, waiting for you. he sees you and smiles, walking up to you.

"love", he gently says, frowning as his eyes take in your tired expression. "you should have left early hm, you look drained out", he says, reaching to take your bag and books you were holding. "i thought it would be okay", you tell softly.

back at your apartment, hoshi tells you to rest and lie down, almost banishing you to your room. he picks out a fresh set of comfy clothes for you before he heads to the kitchen to make something for dinner. hoshi would try to make some chicken soup for you to help with your sore throat and cold.

you could hear him working hard in the kitchen and you just couldn't seem to sleep or rest and waddle to the kitchen, asking if he needs help. "you're supposed to be resting hm, i'll manage", he tells. "but i can't sleep. i'll just watch you", you tell and how can he say no to you. the soup he made was just the thing you needed to help ease your throat and warm you up on the inside.

it started to get cold in the night, so now your nose got even more stuffy and it started to get blocked. when you tell hoshi that you're feeling cold and want to borrow his hoodie, he will more than willingly give you his hoodie and then proceed to drown you in blankets because he's not going to let you feel cold, determined to make you stay warm. you'd find his attentiveness so endearing and sweet.

when you were going to sleep, you tell hoshi not to sleep with you because you didn't want him to catch your cold but he wasn't having it. only after a few minutes he finally agreed with a pout. "i'll be on the couch then", he says, as he hugs the pillow to his chest, one last attempt to make you give him with his puppy eyes before he walks away, giving you horanghae goodnight.

you'd wake up in the middle of the nigh with a super blocked nose, stuggling to breathe or sleep so you sat up. your throat was dry and you somehow landed into a coughing fit and it was bad. you coughed and coughed and before you know it, you feel hoshi's familiar embrace around you as appears by your side, gently tubbing your back to help ease you. you try to say something but nothing comes out. "shh i got you", he says, his touch comforting. he'd he so attentive and make sure you were okay and comfortable.

as you slowly sipped on the warm water he got, which helped. he places the back of his palm on your forehead and cheek, checking for any signs of a fever.

"no fever", he concludes as he lays down with you, scooping you and embracing you in his arms as he pulls you into his chest. you don't complain, gladly resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes, sighing.

"sorry for waking you", you whisper.

"don't be sorry. i'll be right here for you, always", he tells, rubbing your back to help you relax and it was working, slowly lulling you to sleep. he'd peck the top of your head, wishing that you would get well soon. you would sleep soundly in his arms that night <3

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rynwritesstuff · 2 years

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reader taking care of a sick!eddie with "how are you still standing?", "you should be in bed.", and placing a soft kiss on their forhead from the hurt/comfort and yearn prompts?

Yes, yes, yes. I loooove hurt/comfort stuff, it's my absolute favorite trope.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None really, just some fluffiness, oh and Eddie gives reader a mixtape

Reader takes care of Eddie when he doesn't show up to school - Oneshot

"Eddie?" you call, walking into his trailer with a bag full of stuff for him.

There comes a coughing fit from his bedroom, and you head down the hall after closing and re-locking the front door.

You sigh when you see him. He's up and rummaging around in his cassette tape box. You put your hands on your hips.

"You should be in bed, Munson."

He looks up at you as if you've just said the most offensive thing he's ever heard, and you smile.

"C'mon, let's go," you say, clapping your hands. Eddie smiles, getting to his feet, his right hand behind his back.

"I--" he begins to cough, and it lasts a good five seconds, "I-I made you something."

He hands you a mixtape, then, and you smile softly as you take it.

"Eddie--"

"Shush, shush, you can thank me later," he teases. You grab his shirt and yank him forward. He stumbles, and when his body presses against yours, you become fully aware of how warm he is.

Your eyebrows furrow. You press your hand against his forehead.

"Jesus, how are you still standing?" you ask. "Feels like you're dying."

"Can I get a kiss before I go, then?" he asks, putting his hands on your hips.

You roll your eyes playfully as your cheeks warm up. Such a flirt.

"You're lucky you're cute," you say as you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"I meant a real kiss."

"Not right now. Sorry, baby. I don't wanna catch whatever you've got."

Eddie pouts and pulls you closer. He grumbles to himself, then presses his face against your shoulder.

"I feel so shitty, sweetheart," he mutters. You rub his back.

"I know you do. I'm sorry, loverboy. I brought you some stuff, though. It might help bring the fever down."

Eddie nods but doesn't move. You chuckle softly.

"Can you go lay down, please? And take your jeans off so you can get comfortable?"

Eddie's too tired to make a "you want me to take my pants off?" joke, so he does as you tell him and lies down with a soft groan.

"I've got medicine, water, ginger ale, crackers, soup . . ." you say, rummaging through the bag. "Oh, and popsicles."

"Popsicles sound gr--" Eddie begins to cough, and you begin to tear open the medicine package.

"I got the severe sinus and headache crap," you say, pulling the pills out. "I'm glad I did 'cause you're sounding kinda stuffy."

You open the water for him and hand it to him as he stops coughing. He takes it.

"Mm. Everything is wrong with me," he says before swallowing the pills.

"Sore throat, headache, coughing, runny nose . . ."

You sit down on the bed beside him and he reaches for your hand.

"Did you go to the doctor?" you ask. Eddie shakes his head. You glare at him. "Then what the hell have you been doing all day?"

"Sleeping and making you that mixtape."

"Oh my god, Munson, you're killin' me."

Eddie gives you a charming, boyish smile, and you sigh.

"I'm taking you tomorrow after school if you don't feel any better, okay?"

Eddie nods.

"Yes, ma'am."

You cuddle up against him and press a kiss to his t-shirt clad chest.

"I love you. Do you want soup now or later?"

"Later. Wanna nap with you."

"Mm. As you wish, handsome."

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snifflesandchills · 2 years

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Snzarios for Every Month.

I’m also going to do one for sicknesses in general, rather than just colds.

January 🎄

So many people get sick right after the holidays, after exposure to countless colds and germs, and the stress of the season. Maybe a relative was sick, or maybe someone at Walmart while you were doing your last-minute Christmas shopping. Either way, you’re down with a bad head cold.

A stuffy, runny nose

Sneezes that are so tickly they coax more sneezes out.

Every time you sniffle, you can feel congestion going down the back of your sore throat 😣

Headache from constant sneezing and coughing. It throbs with every stifled sneeze, but you can’t stop stifling because then someone else might catch your germs and come down with a bad cold of their own.

What would a winter cold be without chills? And a fever just high enough to make you feel sooo sickkkkk 😩

February ❄️

I catch the messiest colds ever in February, I don’t know why. Like, there was only one February (2021) since I can remember that I didn’t get an awful cold. Idk why 😬 oop

Potential low-grade fever, but constant chills.

Achy throat, head, chest, and basically everything else,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Nose is completely stuffed up, but somehow runs like a faucet? 🤨 messy af

Sneezing continuously, getting rid of a ton of thick, gooey snot, but still not doing anything to help the congestion.

A cough, just so your throat will continue to hurt

So incredibly tired from the sneezing, sniffling, and snot production

March ⛅️

So many people are getting sick as the weather starts to change and snow starts to melt, kicking off allergy season. Sneezy season pushes on.

Headache

Chills, but no fever

Congestion. Plugged, snotty nose and sneezing, a cough, discomfort in general. You are a complete snot monster, but you can’t help it. You can only blame whoever gave you such a horrible cold.

April 🌧

April showers bring May flowers, but they also bring bouts of spring colds. The weather is beginning to get nicer, but you have to be stuck in bed with a bad cold.

Fever and aches. Not the kind of fever that makes you solely cold, but the kind that makes you sweat and have goosebumps simultaneously. As for aches, think head, throat, chest, legs, arms, everything.

A head that’s so stuffed up that the sufferer can’t breathe, let alone sneeze normally. With every breath, they can feel everything shifting grossly inside of their head.

May 💐

Why do I feel like everyone catches the sniffles at the end of the school year?

A runny, slightly sniffly nose that’s just stuffy enough for them to sound congested, and for their exhaled to feel uncomfortably hot against their skin.

Sneezing, a result of the snotty, itchy nose.

A sight, irritated cough

June 💦

Summer break is prime time to swim, but the earlier in the season you do it, the colder the water will be. Keep this in mind, because swimming in cold water can result in a nasty cold.

It would start off with chills. Your body would try to warm up, but eventually a fever would start to set in.

Your nose would begin running when you were in the water, but it wouldn’t stop when you got out. It would completely stuff you up within a few hours.

A headache/body aches from shivering for hours on end. No amounts of medicine, blankets, or hot tea can warm you up.

Sneezing excessively. By excessively, I mean, not being able to stop and needing to wipe your face after each one because they are so messy.

Coughing, but only after you blow your nose, because of the irritation.

A sore throat and glands from all of the sneezing and coughing and being sick in general.

July 🔥

Everyone around seems to be sick with something. Staying up on the Fourth of July might have been your body’s last straw. Say hello to a gross, streaming summer cold.

A fever, which causes you to sweat and shiver simultaneously. It’s ninety degrees, whatever. A heavy sweatshirt would make you feel better.

An extremely stuffy nose which only runs at inconvenient times.

Stuffy sneezes, which the sufferer is constantly trying to ward off so the others won’t notice the monster of a cold they’ve come down with.

A bad, congested cough, just to make hiding their illness harder.

Bonus points! The sufferer is constantly ducking off to blow their nose or cough away from the rest of the group because being sick embarrasses them.

August 🏵

One of the hottest months of the year, hypothetically a month you shouldn’t get sick during. But after a long, busy summer, your immune system needed a day off. Unfortunately, that day was long enough to land you with a stuffy head cold. Oops.

A nose so stuffy that sniffling does absolutely nothing. No matter how hard you try, nothing moves, untiiillllllll it starts running uncontrollably.

Stuffy sneezes to partner with the congestion 😌

Exhaustion. That’s it, exhaustion.

September 📓

Everyone is going back to school and getting exposed to all sorts of new germs. Despite best efforts to avoid sick people, a snotty cold is practically inevitable.

There just had to be a very runny and stuffy nose

A headache

Sore throat

Just enough sneezing to tell everyone you’re sick ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

October ☔️

Imagine getting caught in a cold autumn rainstorm, getting chilled to the bone, and coming down with a vicious cold as a result of it.

stuffy/runny nose, of course, because that’s what cold weather does to you.

sore throat that makes you sound so hoarse 🥺

head/body aches

fever and chills

an unimaginable amount of congestion

a cough caused by the congestion

constant, excessive sneezing, each causing a wet, inescapable mist of cold germs to rain down on anyone nearby. and no, tissues do nothing to contain the sneezes, because they are far too messy.

November 🎃

okie so I can’t actually think of anything except !! catching a chill on Halloween that knocks you down with a huge cold.

stuffy/runny nose

sore throat

headache

a constant chill and a slight fever

constant sneezing

December 🚎

The darkest, dampest month, perfect for getting sick. The snow is getting more frequent, and it’s not uncommon for you to get stuck in it waiting for a bus. Once you get on the bus, you’re in close quarters with a bunch of sick people, like it or not. The worst chest cold of your life is on its way.

A sniffly nose

A sore throat and hoarse voice

A ton of congestion and a bad cough that makes the congestion and hoarseness obvious

Even the sneezes sound hoarse and stuffy 🥺

On top of that, a headache and fever because of how sick you are. The fever makes you shiver and sweat and sleep and feel absolutely miserable.

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hwajin · 1 year

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sfw / req!

taking care of sick hyunjin AGH!! like i KNOW boi doesn't want to go home and rest when he notices his runny nose and tired limbs, arguing he needs to finish this and that, practice here and there, anything to not take a break. you'll need to DRAG him out of that practice room and into his bed (or maybe your bed, because he starts to grow so whiny when you want to leave and go home yourself, asking you to stay with him so the place he stays at eventually to sleep out his fever is your house and your bed). and he isn't only whiny about you leaving him, to either work yourself or simply not lay around with him all day — after all, you're not sick. he is whiny about simply everything. because his throat hurts, because the cough he caught is a bad one, because his nose is stuffy and he can't breathe properly, because you have to see him in such a state and make food and tea for him, which he feels a little bad about (he doesn't really, he enjoys being peppered, but he'd never let you know that). and yet, it's fairly easy to take care of him. because all his whining is rather cute, and his behaviour is nothing but clingy, more so than usual, even. bringing him soup and feeding him if he insists (only to spend more time with you, he could perfectly eat on his own) is almost enjoyable, warming up water to prepare a healing brew is fun, if it's for him. because he's showering you in kisses right after, almost crying out what good of a partner you are. he's so dramatic, so drawn to you, and laying in bed and having his arms around your body, you caged in and hyunjins head on your chest, dozing off from time to time and waking up only to kiss down your skin ONLY to fall back asleep within seconds is so incredibly soft you wished you could have this forever, without him being sick necessarily.

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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hello! i’m like obsessed with your writing and would really like request another marina x reader with the 99.9% immunity and the milking it types of sickie. have a wonderful day/ night 😊

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〖Notes: Wow, this is late. I'm sorry it took so long, please enjoy. I know the ending is a bit rushed.〗

〖Summary: Perfect immune system my ass.〗

〖Word Count: 1884 〗

〖Pairing: marina x reader〗

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten sick. Not an exaggeration, you genuinely couldn’t remember. Maya had a stomach bug a few months ago and she had assured you that you would end up getting it, basically promising that you would soon be joining her on the bathroom floor.

Not to brag, but you hadn’t. Instead, you’d managed to take care of the firefighter and Carina, who had succumbed to the same illness only hours after Maya. Your girlfriends were incredibly glad that you hadn’t gotten sick, both because they needed help (though they’d never admit it) and because you were….somewhat of a pain when you got sick.

It didn’t happen often, it practically never happened, but when it did you got hit hard. And when you got hit hard, you got a tad whiny. They both agreed that you had the right to be overdramatic when you got sick it was never a minor cold, it was the flu, pneumonia, food poisoning, strep, and even chickenpox. The three of you were all confused about that last one, but you had been holding onto your girlfriends with everything you had.

The morning you woke up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat you knew that you were in for a week of hell. The alarm blared in your ear, pleading with you to turn it off and get ready for the day. The sound hammered against your skull, pounding nails of fire into your brain. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t make yourself get up. You couldn’t move, your stiff limbs absolutely refused the orders to move.

“Y/n, turn it off,” Maya grumbled, nudging you in the hip with her knee. She was wrapped around Carina with one of her legs draped over your torso. The woman was practically the definition of a bed hog, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it. The way she starfished out across the mattress was so cute (most of the time).

When you didn’t move to quiet the alarm, she sat up, groaning loudly as she smacked the stupid device.

“I do not know why you’re complaining, it’s your alarm, Maya,” Carina said in response, a yawn following immediately after her sentence. The blonde smacked her phone until the blaring stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, curling back up so that you were a small ball.

“Y/n? Are you okay bambina?” The brunette asked, sitting up beside Maya. You sniffled in response, rubbing your knuckles against your runny nose. A harsh cough erupted from your lips, your chest burning and your body convulsing with each expulsion of air.

You leaned over the bed and spit a glob of mucus into the trash can, wondering what was wrong with you this time. The crackling in your lungs and what was probably a middle-grade fever suggested bronchitis. You’d heard Carina talk about medicine enough to diagnose yourself pretty well over the years.

Tears sprang to your eyes and you touched your throat, the light probing of the skin causing more pain somehow. You turned to squish your face into the pillow, trying to seem less babyish than you felt. Every time you got sick your emotions went absolutely haywire and it was humiliating.

One of your girlfriends (probably Maya, she was closer) laid a hand on the nape of your neck and gasped softly. You could practically see the worry on her face even though you were facing away from her.

“Car, she’s burning up.” The blonde murmured, getting a soft curse from Carina.

“She came to see me at the hospital the other day. It was overrun with flu patients.” The Italian replied, looking a little pleased with herself for remembering the expression. You rolled over, your lower lip quivering as you looked into the loving faces of your girlfriends.

Carina leaned across Maya and laid the back of her hand against your forehead, her expression souring. She tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and rested her palm against your cheek lovingly.

You pulled away to sneeze into your pillow, the loud sound wearing you out even further. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt so sick, but you knew that it would probably end in hospitalization if you didn’t cooperate.

You began to cry in earnest, shaking with coughs as your sobs irritated your throat and lungs. Maya, who wasn’t always the most physically affectionate, pulled you into a tight hug, allowing you to tuck your head under her chin, against her chest.

“Okay, babe. You chose the right time to get sick because Car and I both have the day off. Just lay back down and we’ll get everything taken care of. Does that sound good?” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You sniffled and nodded into her chest, beginning to feel more comfortable with the idea of being sick. It was almost frightening to think that you would be alone, but knowing that the women you loved would be there to make sure that you didn’t die was nice.

“Did you feel sick yesterday Y/n?” Carina asked, prompting you to think back to the day before. Now that she’d mentioned it, you’d felt sort of heavy yesterday and a bit tired, but you’d chalked it up to a poor night's sleep the day before.

Maya had had a particularly bad nightmare and had woken up screaming. It had just been the two of you so it had fallen to you to take care of her, to calm her down. It had been a long night for the both of you, after she finally fell back to sleep you had remained awake just in case the blonde needed you again.

“Kinda.” You rasped, wrinkling your nose in shock at how your voice sounded. It was the first word that you had spoken during the conversation and you truly hadn’t expected to sound as bad as you did, especially in just one word. It was congested and hoarse and grated against your raw throat.

“Geez, that doesn’t sound great. I’ll go make you some tea, see if we can sort that out a bit.” Maya pecked your forehead before slipping from the bed and padded out of the room on bare feet, seeming to forget about the slippers which she typically wore.

You rubbed your nose against your fist and frowned over at Carina who was scooting closer to you, wearing what you liked to call her ‘doctor face’.

“Carina-”

“Hush. May I feel?” She asked, gesturing toward your throat. God, she was preparing to give you a full exam. You loved her very much, but you hated medical professionals. You coughed into your shirt and forced yourself to sit up, a rush of dizziness flooding through your head as you did so.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, giving a weak shrug. Carina placed her hands at the base of your throat, probing swollen glands with incredibly gentle hands. She moved up to under your eyes, frowning slightly as you winced when she pressed there.

“Your sinuses feel a bit swollen. Did it hurt?” You nodded and leaned forward to lay your head on yer shoulder.

“Oh, cara mia. In a few hours if you do not feel any better we can go to Grey Sloan and get you seen.” She said gently, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if she was right about a sinus infection you knew that you wouldn’t have much of a choice.

“Alright, I’ve got chamomile tea with lemon and honey and a thermometer,” Maya announced, walking back into the room with not only that but also a bottle of what may be the most vile thing on earth: cough medicine.

“Thank you.” You managed, taking the steaming mug gratefully. You blew on the hot liquid and took a careful sip, a soft smile spreading over your cracked lips. It was the perfect temperature and although you couldn’t taste it, you were sure that it was amazing. It soothed your throat and that’s all that mattered.

“Of course babe, it’s the least I could do. What’s with the face, Carina?” The blonde asked, nodding toward the Italian woman who was gnawing on her lip with worried eyes.

“We are going to end up in the hospital. It’s always the hospital with this one.” She grumbled, squeezing your elbow affectionately. There was no real malice behind her tone, just mild annoyance mixed with concern.

Maya chuckled and sat back on the edge of the bed, scooting you over a bit. She dragged the thermometer across your forehead, resting it on your temple as the three of you waited for the beep.

“We’ll try to avoid that this time, right Y/n/n?” You cracked a smile and took another sip of the tea, settling back into bed. For now, you weren’t going anywhere. “Oh, by the way, I snuck the medicine into the tea so you’re drinking it all.”

The look on your face must have been priceless because both women started to cackle, Carina even going as far as to double over as tears came to her eyes.

“That was uncalled for.” You grumbled, eyeing the drink in a new light. It wasn’t like you could taste the medicine, but knowing that it was in there made you hesitant to drink it. Part of you debated trekking to the kitchen to dump the whole thing out.

“Drink it all and I won’t help Carina make you soup later.” Maya threatened, reminding you of her utter lack of skill in the kitchen. She had given you and Carina food poisoning once over bad lasagna and you had vowed never to eat something she cooked again.

“Fine, I’ll drink. But I want cuddles. Will you give me cuddles?” The brunette on your left wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone, pushing her nose against your skin.

“Of course bella. All of the cuddles. We can watch whatever movie you want and I’ll make Pastina with Maya locked in another room.” Carina chuckled, nudging the tea a bit closer to your face. You took a deep sip, almost finished with the mug.

Now that you knew it was in there what was left of your sense of taste was picking up on the medicine. It was no longer the best thing that had happened in days, it was now disgusting.

“You can’t taste for shit, stop complaining. Come on, one more sip and you’re done.” With a slight eye roll (which you regretted, it hurt) you took one big gulp, finishing the rest of the medicated tea.

“You win.” You rasped, shoving the mug back towards Maya, who was wearing an amused expression on her face.

“Thank you, my dear.” She singsonged, taking the mug as she leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

A non-fever-related blush crossed your cheeks and you hummed quietly, curling back up under the blankets. For now, you could relax. Maybe it would get worse, but even if it did, these two had your back. Dating an EMT and a doctor could really come in handy.

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Not your usual nurse

Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: Reader is sick and childhood friend and teenager crush Eddie Munson goes to visit you to try and take care of you. 4.000 words of fluff and Eddie trying his best, that I’ve written while being sick myself (and it helped me to feel better!)

You were lying down in your bed, half propped against the headboard with some pillows to try and breathe better through your very stuffy and runny nose, the tightness on your chest getting worse and burning whenever you had a coughing fit, the sips that you took from your bottle water not doing much to ease it.

Your doorbell rang and you groaned, you didn’t feel like moving from your blanket cocoon. The doorbell kept insistingly ringing, though, and so, cursing, you got up, keeping the blanket around yourself, and headed to open the door.

There stood Eddie Munson, his brows furrowing as he looked at you.

“Jeez, you look shitty.”

“Woah, thank you, really, have you come just to say how hideous I look,” you scoffed, trying to hide how self-conscious you felt at Eddie seeing you like that. “What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

“I went to your parent’s café, you weren’t there, '' Eddie said.

He had been having breakfast each morning at your parent’s café for a few years now.

When you started high school, a group of people, for some reason, decided to pick on you. They made fun of you, laughed at you, and bullied you in general, but one day, Eddie Munson, the freak and satan worshiper, another bullied kid, stepped in to aid you, and got himself a split lip in the process.

Since then, Eddie had befriended you, helped you navigate the isolation and challenges of the school, and stood up to your bullies, protected you from them to the best of his ability, even if he was bullied himself, while you tried to do the same for him, which most times meant you both hiding together from the bullies.

You had felt too embarrassed to tell your parents what was going on at school, but they eventually found out. When they too found out about Eddie and what he’d been doing for you, they decided to take him under their wing too, so to speak, and befriended his uncle Wayne. Soon enough, they were taking Eddie for breakfast to their café every morning along with you, before you two went to class.

When you had graduated, you had started working at the café, and Eddie, who was still stuck at school repeating his final year, was still going for breakfast every school morning.

“Your parents told me you were sick, so I came to check on you,” Eddie explained.

“Well…you saw me, looking shitty.” You wiggled your arms under your blanket, twirling it humorlessly. “Now go to school.”

“No, idiot, I come to help you.” Eddie rolled his pretty chocolate eyes, shaking his head as if exasperated with you, making his frizzy curls wobble in a kind of cute way. “Take care of a sick friend. All that.”

You let out a sigh…sure, you appreciated the sentiment, your heart felt warm at him wanting to help you, and you adored Eddie, maybe a bit too much, but you didn’t see him much as a nurse, with how hyper and chaotic he could be, especially when you were feeling so sick and low on energy. Besides, he should be at the school if he was going to graduate that year.

“Thanks, Eddie, really, but you have class, you gotta go.”

“Nah, I can miss a day.” He was already pushing past you and making his way into your place before you could say that he should not miss a day. “I told you, I’m going to help you, take care of my sick friend, all that,” he kept rambling as he strode to your kitchen.

“Really? Have you ever played nurse before?” You asked him, still feeling skeptical of Eddie nursing someone sick.

However, you had to admit that you found yourself feeling kind of less shitty already. It had to be a placebo, your foolish brain playing tricks, or your silly, infatuated heart, but whenever Eddie was around, his cheerful smile, pretty doe eyes, and his energy, always made you feel better, whether you were actually sick or just in a bad or sad mood. Being with Eddie meant feeling comfortable and having fun.

Maybe, probably, your day wouldn’t suck so much if Eddie was around, but you still felt guilty at him missing school, being stuck with your sorry, sick ass, and potentially getting sick too.

“How hard can it be?” Eddie shrugged, his back to you as he dropped his backpack on a kitchen counter to take something out of it. “Also, your mom gave me this for you.”

He opened a little cardboard box, revealing a couple of slices of apple pie, but you looked at it sadly, knowing that it’d probably taste like ashes if you tried eating it right then.

“Thank you, Eddie, really, but you should be at class,” you tried again. “And you could get sick if you’re around.”

“Do you want apple pie?” Eddie asked, purposely ignoring you as he gave you a look. He was not moving from there.

“No. No, thanks,” you sighed, giving up. Let Eddie do whatever he wanted, he’d get bored in ten minutes anyway.

“Okay…” Eddie closed the box again and left it on the counter. “What…do you want, then?” He asked as he looked around and back at you.

“To be able to breathe through my nose, that my throat stops burning and that my head stops hurting so I’m not dizzy all the time,” you listed pitifully as you headed to your room.

You intended to drop down on your bed, face first, but you took in all the used, scrunched-up kleenex lying on your bed and the floor, feeling self-conscious as Eddie followed you, so you began picking them up to throw them into the trashcan, even if you felt foolish at the same time because, seriously, you had seen the state of Eddie’s room enough times.

“I’m afraid I’m not wizard to grant you that,” Eddie said as he followed into your room.

You dropped down on the bed, lying down and turning to look at Eddie, who sat down cross-legged at the end of your bed, looking at you.

“Eddie, all I’m going to do is lie down, whining and wiping my nose.” Which you were kind of embarrassed by Eddie witnessing. “You can leave.”

“Nah, I’ll help you if you need something.” This man could be stubborn. “Keep you company.”

“You’re going to get bored…” You murmured, closing your eyes, to which Eddie said nothing. Not half a minute had passed, though, that he spoke again…you knew he was going to get bored.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” He asked.

You were about to tell him no, that you just needed to lay down and rest, probably nap, but you found his doe eyes eagerly looking at you, waiting for instruction as if you knew how to teach him to make you magically heal, and you gave in.

“Well…I think probably I won’t be able to make it to Hellfire tomorrow,” you said. “So maybe you can tell me what had you planned for it?”

Eddie’s face lit up at that, and somehow it made you feel a tiny bit better. He began telling you what he'd planned, and he lasted about one minute or less sitting down on the bed before he began to pace around your room as he spoke.

A smile tugged at your lips. You loved Eddie’s voice when he spoke about d&d, about his ideas and campaigns, or about anything he liked, and you loved how passionate he was about the things he enjoyed.

“Excuse me, I’m boring you and making you fall asleep?” He asked at some point, sounding mild-offended, and you opened your eyes.

“No, silly, I was just closing my eyes, but I’m sick, remember? I need to rest and all that,” you whined.

“Oh…oh, yeah, sorry,” Eddie looked truly chastised and guilty. “Go on with your…napping.”

“It’s okay, Eddie.” You closed your eyes again. “You can leave if you’re bored.”

“Am not,” he said and you felt your bed dropping under his weight when he sat down again.

“I wish I had one of those big, fancy bathtubs…” You sighed dramatically.

“Have you seen my shower?” Eddie asked rhetorically. You had seen it, it was tiny. Once you’d been at the trailer while Eddie showered and you had heard him bumping against the walls, knocking bottles, and cursing as he maneuvered in it.

“Yeah…but I think it’d be so nice to soak in hot water in a big bathtub right now, I think the steam is good for a stuffy nose…maybe I could squeeze myself in my bathtub…” You wondered.

“I’ll run you a hot bath!” Eddie jumped up from the bed, ready to pour his manic energy on something that wasn’t sitting down while you napped.

“Okay…” You conceded. “I think not even you can mess up that,” you joked while Eddie squinted at you, seeming half-amused but half-offended too. “But…it’s going to be a special bath.”

“A special bath?” His cute eyes were confused and you nodded, getting up from the bed. “I can fill a tub with hot water by myself,” he complained but you ignored him, heading to the kitchen.

“You can fill a tub with hot water…” You agreed as you rummaged into a cupboard. “But…you’re also going to add this to the water,” you passed him some bags of dried herbs labeled as thyme, peppermint and eucalyptus. You hated having a cold and a stuffy nose, so you always stock up on those herbs.

“Okay...we're making a healing potion/bath thing with all these herbs,” Eddie joked while inspecting the bags. “Want me to add weed to it too?” He joked, nodding to his backpack.

“No, thanks,” you snorted, regretting it when it made you cough.

Eddie was already walking into the bathroom and you followed him, stopping at the door.

“I want it scalding hot and it needs to have like, a lot of steam,” you instructed from the door, though you weren’t sure if it was achievable.

“Okay, a bath suitable for a baby dragon, got it,” Eddie said, making you laugh and cough again.

You left him to it and went to lie down on the bed, your headache killing you. Soon enough, you heard Eddie laughing and you wondered what was so funny about filling a bathtub with hot water.

“Having fun?” You asked hoarsely from the bed.

“I feel like a witch!” Eddie’s excited voice came from the bathroom. “Adding the herbs to a cauldron, making a potion…and then, the last, secret ingredient…human flesh, you!” He said dramatically and you half laughed, half coughed again.

“Close the door to trap the steam in.”

Your bathtub was small, it didn’t take long to fill it, and so, soon enough, Eddie was walking into your room. His cheeks were flushed and his hair even more frizzy, so you hoped it meant the water was going to be really hot and steamy.

“Your healing bath is ready, mighty dragon,” he joked with an exaggerated curtsy, and you couldn’t help but smile like a fool.

Opening the bathroom door, you found it filled with hot steam that smelt heavenly and was a blessing for your stuffy nose.

Eddie had added so many herbs to the tub that when you stepped in, you felt as if you were getting into a bowl of soup, but you liked it nonetheless.

The water was so hot that it was almost unbearable, but you wouldn’t complain, you had asked for it and it meant the water would take longer to cool down, so you could soak in there, breathing in the steam, for a while.

A little rubber duck that you had when you were a child was swimming in the tub too, and you could imagine Eddie getting bored while he waiting for the tub to fill and roaming through the cabinets. The fact that he’d decided to add the duck to the bath made butterflies dance in your belly at how cute he was.

You squeezed yourself as best as possible on the small tub, keeping your head above the water. You didn’t want to deal with wet hair, so you settled for just washing your face and then dipping a small washcloth in the water, wriggling it, and placing it on your forehead as you leaned back.

Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes, feeling your nose starting to clear up a bit and your aching muscles relax…

“Are you okay in there?” Came Eddie’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Yes, Eddie…afraid I’m going to pass out?” You joked.

“No…yes, wait, can that happen?!”

“Don’t worry, it won’t, I’m okay,” you chuckled.

“Alright…” You counted ten seconds of silence before he spoke again. “I’m bored.”

You snorted-coughed. “I told you you can leave if you’re bored.”

“And leave you to be sick by yourself or worse, drown? No way.”

“Okay…I plan to be here until the water gets cold, so find a way to entertain yourself,” you told him before closing your eyes again to enjoy the bath…how long was it since you had one of those?

When the water began getting colder, you ruefully stepped out of it, wrapping yourself in a bathrobe, so fluffy and oversized that it felt like a warm, cuddly and soft hug, you loved it.

Walking out of the bathroom, you heard a mixtape that Eddie had made you a while ago playing in your room. Eddie was sitting down on your bed, skimming over the book that you were currently reading. You squinted at him warily. The last time that he did that, he had spoiled you the end without meaning to or realizing it.

He looked up from the book and smiled, all dimples and bright eyes.

“You look-”

“If you laugh at me I’ll cough on your face,” you threatened him.

For the most part, you weren’t self-conscious of how you looked around Eddie, you had known him for years now and he’d seen you in your best and in your worst…but sometimes you couldn’t help it.

“Adorable,” was what he said.

“Adorable?” You frowned, unconvinced.

“Yeah, like…like an Ewok or something.”

“An Ewok…” You muttered as you walked into your room…what were you expecting.

It was better than him laughing at you, sure…but still, realizing that you had just walked to him wearing only a bathrobe, you guessed you’d have wished Eddie would look at you and think something more along the lines of, woah so sexy we should date, and not something like, woah what an adorable Ewok I should keep it as a pet. It was stupid anyway…

You looked at your reflection in your closet’s mirror. Shit, Eddie was right.

“Get out, I have to get dressed.”

Once you had changed from the bathrobe into sweatpants and a comfy sweater, you opened the door, finding Eddie waiting outside, kind of like a puppy.

“What now?” He asked you.

The steam of the bath had helped to clear your nose but now you could feel it getting stuffy again.

“Now…I think some hot tea could be nice.”

“On it!” Eddie was already turning around, but you reached to hold his t-shirt.

“Wait, it’s a special tea.”

“A special tea?” Eddie arched an eyebrow at you. “I’m sure I can handle making some tea.”

“Okay, then…I want you to fill a pot with water, so I can have tea later too,” you began to instruct while Eddie nodded along. “Then I want you to add the same herbs to it that you put in the tub and make tea with them. There’s also ginger somewhere on the counter, grate it to boil it with the water too. Once it’s ready, strain some on a mug and add plenty of honey, please.”

You were half-expecting Eddie to tell you to just go make the elaborated tea yourself.

“More witchy brewing!” Was all he said, his bright grin showed that cute dimple, his dark eyes twinkled, and the butterflies danced like fools in your belly.

“You can make yourself some coffee,” you told him while he disappeared into the kitchen.

You decided to settle on the sofa, wrapping a big blanket around you and listening to Eddie fumbling in the kitchen.

After a while, he walked out holding a steamy mug of tea in one hand and another of coffee in the other, and he made his way to the sofa, sitting down next to you and handing you the mug of tea. You hold it closer to your face, soaking the steam for as long as it lasted.

“Aren’t you going to try it?”

“Wait a minute or I’ll burn my lips, you got no patience,” you chuckled.

Eddie only hummed as he looked at the tv. “Do you want to watch something?” He was already getting up almost before you said yes, roaming through the small stack of VHS. “Star Wars?” He asked, waving the movie at you, and you nodded. You loved those movies, and through Christmas and birthdays, your parents had gifted you the three of them on VHS.

Once the movie was playing, Eddie sat down next to you again, looking at you as you finally took a sip of tea.

“Verdict?” He asked.

“Really nice.” You nodded. Eddie smiled all pleased and your heart did a silly dance.

When you finished your tea, you leaned against the armrest, curling up, and Eddie held your legs so you could place them over his and lie down on the sofa more comfortably. You fell asleep without realizing it, the movie not even halfway through.

“Y/N…”

Eddie’s hand on your arm, first cautiously rubbing it then shaking it, woke you up, and you whined at how dizzy you felt and at how everything ached, you wanted to go back to sleep.

“Y/N, hey, are you okay? Y/N?”

“No, I’m sick, you already knew that,” you whined.

“You were whimpering.” Eddie sounded worried and when you opened your eyes and found his, you realized you had scared him.

“Sorry…I just feel really shitty right now…” You said hoarsely.

“You feel really hot,” Eddie said and your mind might have done a silly joke about him calling you hot if you weren’t feeling so awful.

“Yeah…” You placed your hand on your forehead. “I think I have a temperature…”

That only made Eddie more worried and he got up from the sofa, looking at you in what almost seemed like panic. “What do I do?”

“Hey, Eddie, it’s okay.” You tried to calm him down. “It happens sometimes when you’re sick, I’m sure you've had a temperature before too.”

“Yeah, Wayne got me in the shower and poured icy water on me when I was a child once,” he said as he eyed your bathroom.

“We’re definitely not doing that,” you said firmly. “It’s okay, I’m just an idiot and forgot to take my meds, I should have done it a couple of hours ago.”

“Where do you have them?”

“On my bedside table,” you said and Eddie rushed to get them. “Can you also get me the water bottle and reheat more tea, please?”

“On it.”

Soon, you were gulping down your meds and taking the hot mug of tea that Eddie handed you. He was standing in front of you, still looking anxious, and you reached out to hold his hand.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told him softly and Eddie nodded, his thumb stroking your knuckles, but he still seemed worried. You tugged at his hand “Sit down, I’ll be better once the meds kick in, promise”

Once you finished the tea, you began to wiggle on the sofa with the blanket, trying to get comfortable. “If I fall asleep just keep watching the movie, it’s okay,” you told Eddie, who was watching you as you burrowed with the blanket.

“Come here?” He asked, cocking his head, as he patted his thigh.

You felt shy, but you were sick and feeling awful, and Eddie was offering, so you wanted to seize the opportunity and feel like a kitten curling up on his lap…and was this last idea a product of the fever or just your brain being weird?

You curled up on the sofa, the blanket covering Eddie too now, and timidly, you rested your head on his thigh. It was too bony to be truly comfy, but you sure were not going to complain.

Eddie’s hand rested on your shoulder, and his fingers began to absentmindedly draw patterns over it. Even over your sweater, it made you let out a hum of delight. Eddie’s fingers seemed to freeze at it, but before you could panic, his fingers went back to delicately brush over your shoulder.

At some point, his fingers moved to your head, and as he caressed it carefully, you wondered if you had actually turned into a kitten, because all you wanted to do was to purr. It felt so good that you didn’t want to fall asleep, so you could enjoy it, but you were sick and tired, and you dozed off.

The growl of Eddie’s stomach woke you, though you didn’t realize what it was at first, and you hummed as you opened your eyes. You were lying with your head on Eddie’s lap, feeling content but also shyer and shyer the more you woke up.

“Do you feel better?” Eddie asked, dark eyes still concerned.

“Yeah…” You were still sick, your throat hurt and you couldn’t breathe properly, but you felt better anyway and you were sure you didn’t have a temperature anymore.

Eddie’s stomach growled again and this time you heard it. You glanced at the watch on his wrist and cursed, getting up from his lap, missing Eddie’s little sound of complaint.

“Shit, it’s way past lunchtime, I’m starving you!” You wondered how Eddie had managed to stay still for so long, without even watching another movie.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you said firmly. “And I’m hungry too. My mom made some soup, do you want some?”

“Okay.” Eddie nodded and you made to get up, but he beat you to it. “I’ll get it.”

The rest of the day was spent drinking tea while watching movies, Eddie and you curled up together on the sofa under the blanket despite you warning him that you didn't him to get sick.

Your parent’s café closed shortly before dinner, and when they arrived, they asked Eddie to stay for dinner if he wanted to. It wasn’t unusual that he did, especially when you both were younger and his uncle started working the night shift at the plant so Eddie had to be on his own.

After a dinner in which you complained about your parents and Eddie eating yummy foods while you were stuck with your sick-person soup, your mother handed Eddie a container with even more food for both him and Wayne's lunches tomorrow, not letting Eddie refuse.

“That man spends all the night working, I’m sure the last thing he wants is having to cook when he’s hungry on the next day,” your mother said as she watched Eddie dutifully push the container into his backpack. “And you…I’m sure you’re too busy studying so you can graduate this year, so you don't have much time to cook.”

She was not asking or wondering aloud, you and Eddie both knew it, with the look she was giving him, telling him not to mess up school this year. Like you and his uncle Wayne, your parents knew how smart Eddie was and they were taken aback when he didn’t manage to graduate. You were confident he’d do it this year, though, he just had to focus a bit…his wandering brain took the best of him at school matters sometimes.

“Yes, ma’am.”

After saying his goodbyes to your parents, you walked Eddie to the front door, wrapped on a blanket like a burrito.

“Thank you for keeping me company and taking care of me, it meant a lot and I do feel better, it was fun,” you told him, and Eddie’s happy, dimpled grin made the butterflies in your belly waltz.

“If tomorrow you’re still feeling sick, I-”

“You’ll go to school,” you finished for him. “You’ll go to school,” you repeated when Eddie tried to protest. “And after that, if you want to, you can come to visit me if you want, before Hellfire, okay?”

“Okay…” Eddie finally agreed.

After he left, once you were lying down in your bed, you wondered if, after all, Eddie had been mistaken when he’d said he was no wizard who could heal you magically, because you had been honest when you had told him that you were feeling better, and you were convinced it was very much thanks to him.

N/A

I hope you enjoyed this, it was lovely to write. If you did, a reblog and a comment (or both!) would mean the world.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in whatever I write for Eddie next, and as always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

Whenever you’re sick, I hope Eddie the sunshine magically heals you.

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