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tootiecakes234 · 2 months

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Y/N taking care of sick Katsuki

“Katsuki can you please lay your ass down! You’re not going to work!” You say exasperated.

“ ‘ve gotta *disgusting ass sneeze* gotta go. People are dyin.” He says with his words slurred.

He’s been sick since last night and refused to take anything for it, saying it’d wear off by morning.

It hadn’t.

“ ‘Suki I’ve already called the agency and told them you weren’t going to be there. You can’t save anyone in this condition so please…. Just lay down.”

You’re trying to pull him back in the bed because when you left the room for 5 minutes the idiot had gotten up and “tried” to start getting ready.

“You did? What’d they say?” He asks as he lays back reluctantly sits down on the edge of the bed.

“They said they were so shocked and surprised you’d met a sickness that could put up a fight against your immune system. Apparently they took it serious because you’ve never taken a sick day before…. Surprise surprise.”

He slowly leans back into the pillows and fumbles underneath the covers while you tuck him in.

He’s running a fever and extremely congested. Poor thing can hardly sleep because of his nose.

You stand up straight heading to grab another blanket to lay on top of him when you feel his big, hot hand wrap around your wrist. Apparently his reflexes had not been slowed.

“Where ya goin?” He asks sounding a little sad.

It makes you smile.

“I’m just grabbing you another blanket.” And you rub your hands through his hair. He lets out a little sigh.

“And to get you medicine because you’ve gotta get that fever down before it starts to fry your brain. Ya can’t be a know-it-all if you start losing brain cells”

And then you know he wasn’t feeling good because there was no snarky remark to follow up and no resistance when you mentioned the medicine.

All he said was “hurry back” as his eyes fluttered closed.

You get to the medicine cabinet and read through everything there until you find something to treat his symptoms. Then you run to fridge, grab a cup of water and electrolyte packet and mix it together. And grab a blanket from the living room on your way back.

When get back Katsuki is tossing and turning like he can’t get comfortable.

“ ‘m freezing. Is the air on?” He says softly.

“No you just have the chills. Here I got the blanket” and you set everything down then slide the big fluffy blanket on top of him.

“ there you go. Can you sit up a little for me?”

He complies pulling his body up with the little strength he has left.

“Do you have body aches?” You ask as you take 2 of the pills out of the bottle.

“Mmm” and you take that as a yes.

“Here, open.” You say and then your raise the glass of water to his mouth. “Try to drink a little more. You’ve been sweating, you need liquids.”

He takes a couple more gulps before he pulls back from the cup.

He lets out another big sneeze and you grab a tissue to clean his nose. He lets out a loud groan. “I think I’m fucking dying! Is this death??”he lays back pulling the blankets over himself. “If this is it, tell everyone I put up a good fight.”

That makes you chuckle. “You’re not dying. You just never get sick so you don’t know that this is how it feels. You don’t die it just makes you want to.”

“Get your ass in bed and hold me. Might be the last time.” He murmurs pulling on your shirt.

“What if I don’t wanna be up under you? You’re gonna get me sick.”

Suddenly his eyes are stretched open and he’s looking at you like you just cussed him tf out.

“If you don’t get your ass- cough, cough cough, choke- get in bed.” He says all strangled.

“Ok, ok. Maybe you are dying.” You say as you cross overtop of the blankets and lay on top because honestly it’s pretty warm already.

“If you get me sick are you gonna return the favor and take care of me too?” You ask as he snuggles as close as he can with the plethora of blankets between the two of you.

“Don’t I always take care of your cry baby ass.” It’s not even a question so much as it is a smart ass statement.

“Yea but my bedside manner is a lot better than yours.” You inform him while you scratch his scalp”

If he hears that he doesn’t respond but then you hear the mouth breathing he’s been doing even out and you figure out that he’s already sleeping.

He’s turned into such a big baby.

You stop playing is his hair for a second and this man’s brow furrows like he’s about to throw a tantrum so you start up again and his face smooths.

Lmao you were in for a very long day of babying him until he felt like himself again.

*I’m prob gonna do a vice versa where Katsuki takes care of sick reader🤗

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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I have an request for you- is it alright if you do an fanfic where the brothers, dateables, and even the new characters get turned into toddlers? And now (mc) had to care of them? But Luke turns into a baby. A really fluffy, motherly thing? Idrk it's my first time requesting from you- it's alright if you don't want to do it though! :D -chickechee 🐥

when they turn into toddlers

includes: barbatos & gn!reader, & everyone else (no pronouns mentioned)

rated g | wc: .5k | m.list

a/n: oml this was so cute i hope you enjoy!! i have more baby!luke here as well. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi <33

reblogs are greatly appreciated

“oh my god!” you look around the room in horror. “what the hell happened?”

barbatos looks like he hasn't slept in a week. it’s only been a few hours since the initial incident. “what always does,” he answers tiredly, shifting toddler–yes, toddler!–diavolo to his other hip. “someone touched some cursed relic they weren’t supposed to and the effect was disastrous.”

“that’s one word for it,” you murmur. everyone, except for you and barbatos, had regressed into children. infants, even. barbatos had made quick use of the castle’s nursery, left over from one of the previous rulers, and turned it into something daycare-esque, thankfully providing a safe space for them all to be that would keep them out of harm's way, as well as trouble.

as you watch, mammon rises onto shaky legs, making his way over to levi, who’s playing with blocks. “oh please tell me he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do,” you moan.

“he’s going to do exactly what you think he’s going to do,” barbatos replies, and sure enough, in one deliberate movement, mammon knocks over all of levi’s hard work. immediately, levi begins to scream, startling mammon, who falls back onto the padded ground and begins to cry himself.

“oh, shush.” moving more on instinct, you scoop levi up, patting his back gently. “you’ll be alright, honey.”

he quiets, staring at your face. you wonder if he recognizes you. mammon is still crying, so you set levi back down and move on to comforting him.

“that wasn’t very nice, now, was it?” you ask gently. “let’s not knock over other’s towers, okay?”

he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fat baby hands, and it’s just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. when you go to set him down, he holds tight, and you realize that apparently, he was just as clingy as a toddler as he is now. wonderful.

shifting him to one side, you take stock of everyone else, making sure there are no immediate concerns. simeon, rapheal, and lucifer are sitting together, coloring (and jesus christ you’re going to need to pull out your camera right now), diavolo is still in barbatos’ capable grasp, beel and belphie are napping quietly in a pile of blankets, solomon is telling something to asmo and satan in incomprehensible toddler speech, and mephisto and thirteen are busy playing on their own. you spy a crib in the corner, which must hold luke, who barbatos had said had regressed into an infant rather than a toddler.

“you’re good with children,” barbatos observes, and you sigh.

“i always did like them. i spent my teenage years as a babysitter and camp counselor so i have some experience under my belt,” you explain. “so are you, by the way.” you’ve long stopped being surprised by the fact that barbatos is skilled at literally everything.

“yes, well, it helps that they’re a bit better behaved like this than when they are normally,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. against your shoulder, mammon echoes your laugh, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. eh, he’s got a demon’s immune system, he’ll be fine.

“how much longer are they going to stay like this?” you ask, and barbatos shrugs.

“probably two or three more hours,” he says.

“just enough time to have to give them lunch while they’re like this,” you say with a slow-dawning horror. “which should be super easy and not difficult or tiring at all.”

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lure-of-writing · 4 months

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Such a Joy

Summary: you are truly such a joy when sick but its a good think Cassian loves you

word count:1.4 k

Authors note: Hi guys! It's been so long since I've written last so if this is terrible please be nice but anyways I look forward to seeing what you have to say and please don't hesitate to send in any request!

Everyone loved to tease Cassian by calling him a brute, which isn’t exactly wrong, but it also wasn’t often when Cassian's brains were also acknowledged. But he must admit in this instance it was half his brain power and half of the mating bond that alerted him to your apparent demise. Well that is according to you of course.

Having been with you for so long Cassian should have known better than to believe you when you said you were dying and wouldn’t survive the night. Your over the top theatrics have yet to not phase him anymore. How he survives that heart palpitations when you say you're on the verge of death every other week truly beats him.

Yesterday you were in the kitchen in the house of wind making not only yourself breakfast but you were also making breakfast for the two oversized bats that wandered around the house free of charge. In your opinion they should be charged for all the disruption to your peaceful midday reading they do. Yet Rhysand never fails to remind you that one of those oversized bats is your mate.

Cassian sat in his usual seat at the kitchen bar while watching you make breakfast when all of a sudden you were having a coughing fit that according to you had you “Fighting for your life” as you told him while his was rubbing your back in soothing motions and giving you a glass of water to drink in hopes of getting rid of whatever had irritated your throat. After a few minutes you returned to cooking the buffet sized breakfast when all of a sudden you were sneezing repeatedly and had to step away from the stove while Azriel took over.

Azriel watched as Cassian fussed over you while you tried to swat him away from you stating “I am fine you mother hen. You two must have dragged something back in here after training yesterday and it's irritating me. I will be just fine.”

“Are you sure sweetheart? It isn’t like you to cough and sneeze like this. Are you sure you're ok?” Looking up to your mate you give him a sweet smile and a gentle kiss on the lips in hopes of showing him you were fine. “I’m sure I will be ok. Now you two eat your breakfast and you have a long day ahead of you.” Little did you know by mid day you would be curled up in about ten different blankets, a bowl of long forgotten soup and a cup of lukewarm tea that was cooling down as the minutes pass of you not drinking it.

The headache raging a war inside your skull mixed with your fluctuating fever that is accompanied by body aches, a stuffed nose and a cough that leaves you breathless has made any of your items chosen to help aid you back to health hard to consume especially when you are unable to move without every joint in your body hurting.

That is how Azriel and Cassian found you later that night on the couch after returning from work. Your mate was instantly in front of your sleeping form gently pressing his hands against your forehead and cheeks to feel for a fever. Cassian knew just from the look of you that you did in fact have a fever but it made him feel just the tiniest bit better being able to touch you and make sure for himself that you are ok. Slowly you peek your eyes open at him “I think i'm dying” is all you got out in a raspy voice before you had another coughing fit. Cassian was quick to pull you up into a sitting position and rub your back while you managed to get out through random coughs that you were sure you were going to cough up a lung. For being high fae you sure did have a weakened immune system so when you were coughing this morning Cassian should have known better than to believe you. If he had trusted his instinct Cassian would have stayed and helped curve whatever sickness you had adopted for the time being until you felt better. He watched as you sighed a breath of relief and took a slip of the long forgotten tea you had made yourself earlier that morning. “Baby you are not dying and you are definitely not going to cough up a lung.” Cassian once again watched as you took another sip before glaring at him “And how can you be so certain of that?”

Listen Cassian loves you more than he loves anything else in this world, he would give up his life in order to keep you safe. He would not trade your relationship for anything but, when you get sick you get sassier than normal, more emotional than normal and overall become a big pain in his ass. With that said there will never be a day where he doesn’t take care of you, it's just sometimes you give him a hard time while doing so. And listen he may not get sick nearly as often as you do but he has basically been gutted and he didn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do when sick.

“I can be so certain because you say that every time you get sick and yet you still have both lungs and you haven’t died yet.” Cassian soothingly pushes your hair away from your face while you readjust your mountain of blankets and grumble under your breath causing Cassian to smile.

He didn’t need his stronger than most hearing to know you just agreed with what he said. While Cassian was busy helping you fix your soon to be unnecessary amount of blankets, Azriel made some fresh soup and tea that was ready and waiting for your consumption. Cassian pulled the table closer to the couch you sat on before sitting down on it and grabbing the bowl of soup to hand feed you. “I don’t need to be fed like a child Cassian.” at the sound of his name and not a nickname your mate knew what kind of sick patient you would be until you recovered back to full health and it was not a fun one. “If I don’t feed you then you won’t eat anything for days on end and then you won’t get better and you will be sick for longer making you more irritated and thus the cycle will continue.”

You could hear Azriels chuckle from the kitchen while you stared at your very dotting mate. “I’m not even hungry.” Your mate sighs while staring at you “I know sweetheart but you need to eat something.” Once again he is met with resistance “I will when I’m hungry, plus I don’t need to feed like I'm some child.” Cassian sets the bowl down on the table next to him before grabbing your hands after trying to find them under what he assumes is every blanket in the house. “Baby I know you aren’t hungry but after being your mate for three hundred years I think I have a pretty good idea of how to take care of you when you are sick. So please let me take care of you.” Cassian could tell you were not budging so he brought out his last resort. Himself. “Y/n please. If the roles were reversed and I was the one who was sick you would do the exact same thing. You're my mate. I don't like seeing you like this and I just want to make you feel better. You're my whole world and if anything happened to you just because you wouldn’t let me help I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So please baby let me help you.” Finally Cassian could see your resolve slipping and reluctantly you agreed to let him take care of you.

Without a second thought Cassian grabbed the bowl that was next to him and was blowing off the hot soup before feeding it to you. After he convinced you to eat all of the soup and drink some of the tea you had fallen back to sleep in his short journey to the kitchen and back.

Azriel observed as his brother gently scooped up your sleeping body and quietly walked down the hallway to your shared bedroom with his brother. Finally when he heard the bedroom door close Azriel let out another laugh because you made sure to give Cassian a run for his money with how you acted when you were sick. But he knew Cassian would always stay right by your side even when you were such a joy while sick.

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oddballwriter · 3 months

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Personal Nurses

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick (sore throat, stuffy nose, and fever). Taking medicine. Half Google translated Spanish, my high school Spanish is really rusty the grammar may be weird. Other wise a nice wholesome sick comfort fic.

Author’s Snip: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a fic where it was about Abi (the reader and system’s daughter that have a bit of an unofficial series with) getting sick. But I decided to make it about the boys taking care of you because I got a nasty cold a while ago and wanted to see this.

Notes: Again, the grammar in Jake’s Spanish speaking might be not so good because my Spanish is rusty as hell.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 692

Being sick wasn’t that great. Sure, it got you out of needing to do things, but you also had to deal with actually being sick. And that’s never great.

You went to bed last night with a tickle in your throat and runny nose that you thought would pass in the morning, but then you woke up dying for water, barely able to breathe through your nose, and now you were burning up like a whore in church.

When Steven eventually woke up and found you in the kitchen you could tell he knew. You made an attempt to brush it off by saying “I’ll just drink some tea and sit under an air conditioner today.” but you could see Steven and the rest of them in that brain vote no on even letting you get out into your work clothes.

So now you get to wallow in bed and have three personal nurses.

Since Steven was the one who woke up with the body, so he was the one who set everything up. He politely shooed you back into bed, placed extra pillows, called your work for you, made you your tea and breakfast, and brought all that to you in bed with a cold rag and medicine. He also checked your temperature which, of course earned an “Oh, love. That’s no good.” that seemed more like him thinking out loud.

Steven was the one mostly in charge of your comfort and doing things for you when you’re sick. If you wanted an extra blanket, you got one. If your fever rag got lukewarm, he made it cool again. Do you want more water or tea? You got it. Is it too bright? He’ll draw the curtains for you. If anything he was more of a bell boy than a nurse. But it still made him blush a little when you called him that.

Marc was the one in charge of making sure you got your medicine in, and he was on top of it. Apparently, when you were taking a nap after eating breakfast, Marc took the body to go to the pharmacy and get new medicine and vitamins because “The one we have isn’t strong enough.” as if he was able to tell just by looking at you. When he came back, he had you eat some bread, saying “So that it doesn’t mess with your stomach if it's empty already.” and also “It helps it stay down. It has something to stick to.”.

“How do you know all this?” you questioned, to which Marc simply said “Trial and error,”, “Now take the vitamins. It helps your immune system fight it off.” Marc orders. You just shrug and comment “Whatever you say, Nurse Spector.”.

Jake was dead set on making food for you, making Marc go to a whole different market while he was out, just to buy ingredients for the soup he wanted to make you.

“Qué no, Marc. No puedes compras los sopas enlatadas.” Jake said to himself with a laugh. “Mind letting me in on the joke?” Marc asked as he watched Jake cut up the ingredients from the reflection in the soup. “You couldn’t buy them canned soup, Marc. Canned soup doesn’t do it. You gotta make it.” Jake explained, clearly referring to the whole ‘make it with love’ thing. “Well, that’s what we would have,” Marc mentioned. “Because that’s all we got.” Jake said back, “But not for them.” he added as to pointed to where you were resting. “They’d do the same for us.” Jake stated confidently.

When the soup was settled and done, and cooled down enough, Jake brought the bowl straight to you in bed. You thought he was going to bring a little table like Steven and Marc did, but it was clear when Jake kept holding the bowl and took up a spoonful of it and held it towards your mouth. You say his name with a scoff and he smiles. “Come on, mi amor. Steven and Marc got to play nurse today.” Jake teased. You roll your eyes and decide to humor him and let him feed you.

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dokifluffs · 5 months

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How They Would Take Care of Their Sick Kids | Sakusa, Osamu

Pairings: Sakusa X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: good ol' domestic dad fluff heheheeh

tutuwusworld asked: Hi!! Glad you’re back here💗So I was thinking about is how (mainly Osamu), and Sakusa would take care of their sick child and the different ways of them comforting their kids💗

Author's Note: hehehe hi and thanks! I like being back heheh it forces me to write, which also helps me improve and get back to things hehe!

as much as he hated germs, he hated seeing his baby/ babies being sick and suffering

which ig would make him despise germs even more tbh

since they made his bb/ bbs (baby/ babies) sick

he would be gentle with them, and take care of them even if it meant getting his hands and himself dirty

but anything for his bb/ bbs

when it first happened where his bb/ bbs got sick, he rushed them to the hospital, insisting that they stayed there until his bb/bbs were better

he had the doctors and nurses on speed dial

but now this second time around, he was more ready having learned from the first time

he would be on a tight routine to change them out of any sweaty clothes, tucking them in, changing their cooling forehead patches

making fresh food with scrubbed clean ingredients

everything

if his bb or bbs couldn't sleep, you bet he would hold them close

he would make sure is body warmth was also keeping them warm too

cradling them, rocking them, rubbing their little backs until they were sound asleep

he didn't mind doing the extra laundry if it meant that they actually got rest and they slept

even just a short nap

as soon as they were sound asleep, this mans would be whipping out his steamer, steaming all high-touch surfaces like their toys, door handles, and tables, cleaning and disinfecting everything

but at night, he was also on high alert

even when you were home to take care of them and when you took his turn to watch over them, he insisted on staying with you

The two of you sat at the ends of their low cribs in your guys' bedroom and just watched the two of them sleep side by side in their own crib in the low light of the bedroom, the sound machine playing the soft sound of waves washing against a shore

tucked in, wearing their matching little pjs

"they seem to be doing better," you spoke in a soft voice to your husband as he sat beside you, his hand resting on your lower back, fingers drawing random small shapes against your soft skin, his chin resting on your shoulder

"mmhm," he agreed with you, nodding gently into your shoulder

his eyes glanced back and forth watching them slightly move every now and then

he never thought that one day, such small human beings would mean the world and everything beyond to him

he would some nights, depending on how his bbs were throughout the day, would stay up later or sleep less so he could watch over them, sitting right beside them at their cribs

he would be right beside them, helping their little immune systems fight off these bad germs

Warning! Spoilers to what osamu does post-time skip!

You know this mans was feeding his family good stuff

like when you were pregnant with your little buns (what samu thought they looked like when they were born)

you ate the best foods

you were surprised how you were able to push such plump little buns out of you, 2 of them as a matter of fact

but they were very healthy

over the years, their plumpness became proportionate to their bodies as they grew

now they were able to balance and walk, they started running, playing outside, building their immunes

that was until something apparently had been going around while they were at daycare

and some parent still brought their child in, even though they were very sick and it spread to your guys' little buns

the two of you were mostly calm

took them to the doctors the first thing a fever was detected

making sure they were drinking plenty of fluids and samu was their personal chef

he knew what each of his bbs liked and made sure they both got their nutrients and all the other good stuff

he seemed calm on the outside but he did have a subtle, consistent wave of worry

he would think about the worst-case scenarios and work harder to make sure the foods and soups they were going to eat would be the best

but over time as you saw progress in their recovery, you were able to wipe away his worries without even knowing they were there

"Look who woke up a bit early and wanted to see you," he turned at the stove, hearing the sound of your voice approaching as you walked into the kitchen

you held the younger twin in your arms, the twin that did seem clingier with him but he didn't mind at all

he loved his bbs equally

the little one turned their body and reached toward him upon seeing him

Osamu was used to this

before they were sick, he would hold one while cooking - mainly something simple like stirring a pot

nothing dangerous

he would give them little samples of what he was making, always blowing the spoon or spatula like crazy before feeding them

he wasn't gonna burn his bbs

during baths and put-downs for naps and sleep at night, he always made sure to cuddle his bbs

he knew they were just gonna get bigger from here

after baths were his favorite time

they smelled so clean and fresh in their little pjs

he lay right in between their two little bodies as they hugged his head, cuddling with him

he laid with them until they were fast asleep, listening to the soft chimes of the lullaby gifted from osamu's grandmother

"stay small," he whispered to them, pressing kisses to their heads before slowly rising, and tucking them into their cribs

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

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hrryshoney · 11 months

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i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck

matty healy x reader

A/N: here’s a matty sick!fic for you. i’m a sucker for friends to lovers, so sorry to be annoying but here’s that! maybe switching povs, i’m tired so give me a break.

warnings: kinda suggestive maybe if you squint real hard, matty’s in loveeee but readers oblivious, matty’s a little shit. religion? kind of? not really at all, but talks of God is in there. bad writing, idk n idc.

prompt: “can you kiss me? i’m sure i’ll feel wayy better if you do,”

edit: pt. 2 now posted here

You and Matty were friends. Well, maybe best friends. You definitely thought so. You’d been beside him for as long as you can remember. So, you think you’ve earned that title.

Besides him being your, talented, smart, funny, witty and incredibly good-looking friend, he was also your insufferable rockstar friend. The cocky, arrogant one. The one who would tease you until you could feel your face get hot.

And, the one with the weak immune system, apparently.

“Darling?” You heard his call from his bedroom. He had rung your phone at promptly 7:30 AM earlier today. Telling you how he was positively dying, and how you must come over and take care of me, angel. You really must.

“Yes, your Royal Highness?” You say teasingly with a roll of your eyes, walking into his room. He looked positively pathetic. Lying down, wrapped in his white comforter.

Matty pouts a bit at that. “I’m being serious, yeah? Don’t make fun of me, this is awful.”

“Mhm, I can imagine.” You give a little pout, a feigned wave of sympathy. “Did ya need something?”

“How about some empathy?” He scoffs at you, all in good nature of course. Matty needs to get that final banter in. Anything to rile you up, even when he’s sick.

“We all get sick, Matty.” You roll your eyes with a giggle. “I know how you feel, trust me.” You move to sit on the edge of the bed. He unravels his hands to reach out for you, but you move farther away.

“What’s with that, then? Don’t love me anymore? Hm?” He maneuvers his body to be closer to yours.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not trying to get sick.” You ignore the butterflies that roll in your stomach from his grin. From the use of the word ‘love’. Of course you’ve said it to each other before. You’ve known him for almost 10 years, and he’s your best friend. But you can’t help but wish for it in a different context.

“Wouldn’t get sick for me, love?” He laughs and lays back, a little cough accompanied by it.

“Do ya want some water? Cough doesn’t sound too hot.”

“I sound hot without the cough though, right?” He winks, and you cast your gaze to the floor. You let out an unconvincing laugh. It doesn’t get easier as time passes, that’s for sure.

“You’re corny, Healy.” Your lame response feels bitter on the tongue. “Seriously, do you need anything? If not, I’ll go back to the living room and get some work in.”

He gets a gleam in his eye, and his lip quirks up. Whatever comes out of his mouth won’t be good, you just know it. So, you mentally prepare yourself.

“Can you kiss me? I’m sure I’ll feel way better if you do.” He gives that signature smirk of his, like he’s enjoying this all too much. His eyes trace from yours, to your lips, and then back up. You definitely weren’t prepared for that, though.

You feel the heat spread all over your body. Why am I friends with him, again? You glare at him. “Funny.” You say monotonous, unwavering.

“Hey, I’m being serious, darling. The offer is there.” He shrugs noncommittally. Is he joking? Like, seriously?

You never let your hopes get too high. You brush off all his flirting as jokes. He’s got supermodels and singers knocking at his door. You never thought you would genuinely be his type. Just friendly banter.

“Okay, Matty.” You brush it off once again. You don’t want your mind to wander there. Wander there like it had so many sleepless nights. Lying in bed, panting, thinking of him.

“Then come plant one on me, won’t ya?” He taps against his lips with his pointer finger, the biggest smile on his face. You wonder, is this all a joke to him?

“You ask all your friends to kiss you when your sick?” You deflect quickly, not wanting to deal with this.

“Only the pretty girls who are my best friends that come over at eight in the morning for me.” He shrugs with an easy smirk. He really is a little shit. “‘Sides, not even that sick. Don’t think you’d catch a bug from a little peck.”

“Oh, no? Thought you were ‘positively dying, darling. It’s dreadful, innit?’?” You lower your voice a few tones and put on a bad british accent to mock him.

He feigns offense with his gasp. “I do not sound like that! You’re kidding, that’s blasphemous.”

“Ah, yes. Because you’re so holy?” You let out a laugh.

“Mhm, I can have you crying out to God if you give me a kiss?” The look on his face is vile. You want to kiss it away. Smack it away. Do anything then have it taunt you like this, really. You move in your spot on the bed.

“Maybe the fever is getting to your head, Matty.” There’s only so many more poor deflections you can make. He has to notice.

“Awh, you think so?” He pouts in faux sympathy, moving closer. You feel dizzy. You scooch back on the bed.

“Yeah- yeah, think so.”

He smirks. That bastard and his smirk. “Right, what a shame, terrible, really.” He’s up close and personal now. Right next to you. Hand on your face. He brushes a stray piece of hair to the back of your head. You two are looking at each other now. All eye contact.

“I- Matty.” You breathe out. This is all too much right now.

“Yes, what?” Matty sounds annoyed. Obviously wanting to have kissed you before you moved your neck back.

“Don’t think we can- think we should, you know. Don’t wanna ruin anything.”

He sighs. “Who made those shit rules up, huh? Maybe I wanna ruin our friendship? Ruin you, yeah?” His head falls into the crook of your neck, you feel his hot breath. “Think we should just stop with the bullshit. Wouldn’t mind being something other than friends.”

“Matty-“ “Y/N?” He interrupts your unheard sentence.

“Do ya like me? I’m being serious now, angel. Honest, do you fancy me or no?” You’re getting whiplash from this conversation. How is this happening. Why now? How, now?

“I- Matty, I think you know the answer.” you furrow your brows at him and pout. He has to be fucking with you, right?

“Maybe I wanna hear you say it?” He smirks, again. You’re sick of that smirk. You really do wanna kiss it off.

“Jesus, yes, I like you. Of course I do, Matty.”

“Hm, good. That’s good. ‘Cause I like you too, angel.” He gives a grin that makes him glow. A grin that is the personification of happiness. Matty leans in.

#divider cred: @cafekitsune #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #matty healy blurb #matthew healy #matty healy oneshot

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daenysx · 11 months

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Hi!! I love reading every fic with Aemond call Y/N his sweet girl it makes me wanna cry from how much I love it! I currently have the dreaded COVID

Could you maybe write something where Y/N is sick and he's just there for her, and ofc calls her sweet girl?

Thank you!!

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy it!!

my masterlist

feel better

you are sick but modern!aemond is there to take care of you.

you close your eyes, try to fall asleep with the possibly worst headache you have. you believe sleeping would make it better, at least you wouldn't have to feel it for a few restful moments.

but sleep doesn't come.

your head pounds, your stomach is not fine, and you feel terribly tired. you stay in your bed, all alone in your apartment. you know this is the consequence of being close with your sick best friend two days ago. apparently it was contagious and your immune system fell for it.

you started feeling sick at night but had faith in the morning, thinking you'll feel better after a good night sleep. it didn't work, you feel worse now. you couldn't leave your bed for a few hours since you first opened your eyes.

you want to cry for feeling tired, your bones and muscles don't seem to agree with your wants of leaving the bed. your head is on the same side with them and you feel your body heat increase.

what a perfect way to start a day.

you hear your phone's ringtone and after a few attempts you can hold the phone in your hand without dropping it on the bed. your boyfriend's name is on the screen and you answer his call.

"aemond?" your voice must sound terrible.

"are you okay, my love? why does your voice sound like that?"

"i think i'm sick. it hurts, i can't leave the bed."

"okay, don't try to leave your bed baby. i'm on my way."

he hangs up and you feel the slight relief of him coming over. you don't worry about the sickness being contagious because you've never seen aemond got sick. maybe it's genetic or some other thing you can't bring yourself to care about now, but his immune system is strong unlike yours.

it takes aemond almost 15 minutes to drive up to your house. he uses the spare key you once gave him and opens your door. he hurries to your side, sees that you're in bed, your hair a beautiful mess and your eyes closed. you sense him sitting on the side of your bed and open your eyes.

"aemond?" your voice comes out as strong as a kitten's mewling.

"shh, i'm here. i'll take care of you, sweetheart. you'll be fine."

you rest your head on his hand cupping your cheek. his hand is cool unlike your warm skin and it feels perfect.

"have you eaten something?"

you shake your head. "no, my stomach is bad and i couldn't leave the bed."

"maybe it would be the best if we call for a doctor, hmm? you'd want that sweet girl?"

you shake your head once more. "no need for a doctor. just stay here, please."

he puts his hands on your forehead and on your neck. you have a slight fever, he thinks a cool bath would help.

"let's go to the bathroom and then i'll make you something to eat while you rest, okay? come on, hold onto me."

he carries you to the bathroom and helps you sit on the wide edge of the tub. your muscles ache and the loss of the warmth of your bed feels terrible.

"let's take off these clothes, my love. can you raise your arms for me? just a little more, yes, that's my sweet girl."

he takes off your clothes and helps you into the tub. he fills the tub with warm water, slightly cold.

"aemond, it's too cold." you whisper.

"but you need it right now. you'll feel better soon, i promise."

you try to hug yourself, the cool water on your body makes you want to seek for something warm.

"can you come here? it's too cold."

he nods, how can he say no to you? he makes a quick work on his clothes and joins you in the tub. he pulls you to his lap and waits until you get comfortable.

"that's better?"

you nod, wrap your arms around his neck as he holds you there like a baby. he fixes your hair, not getting it entirely wet and strokes your skin with soft fingers. you bury your face to his neck, close your eyes to the feeling of his scent and hope for some relief.

"it's fine, baby. just for a few minutes more, okay? can you do that for me, sweet girl?"

you nod and he kisses your hairline. the water feels a little better now, and sharing aemond's warmth certainly helps.

he gets you out of the tub, wraps a towel around his waist as he takes care of you first. he puts your hair in a messy bun on top of your head and dries your body with a soft towel. he is slow and gentle, tries not to hurt your aching muscles. he helps you wear clean clothes and he lets some fresh air into your room. when you're feeling good enough to walk into your room, you see that he is changing the sheets of your bed and adjusts your pillows for you.

he puts his clothes back on quickly and helps you get under the covers. "it shouldn't be too warm, okay? your fever is much better now."

you nod, finally feeling relieved.

"what would you like to eat, sweetheart?" he asks as he hands you a glass of water.

you think while you take a sip. "soup?"

he smiles. "soup, it is. try to sleep a little until i make it, okay?"

he leaves your side after pressing an affectionate kiss on your forehead. you close your eyes and sigh in relief. your boyfriend has a habit of making everything better and simple. he takes care of the things before you even have to ask for it. he goes to kitchen and starts preparing the soup he knows you love.

aemond targaryen is a great cook.

he helps you eat the delicious soup, and you feel better immediately. he tells you what he did yesterday to distract you and you smile at him, when he curses at something aegon did.

"come on, one more."

you shook your head. "it's delicious but i'm full, aemond."

he chuckles. "one more for me, sweet girl and i'll bring you your medicines."

you smile and open your mouth for the spoon he holds. he nods, kisses your forehead and takes the nearly empty soup bowl and spoon to the kitchen.

he comes back with painkillers for your head. you drink more water with them, feeling your eyes closing with the tiredness.

"would you like to sleep now?"

you nod, holding the covers open for him. "hold me?"

he smiles and joins you in bed. you melt in his arms, the action is the same as you always do but it feels more intimate now.

"thank you for being here. i love you."

he kisses your head once more. "anything for my sweet girl. i love you, too."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader #aemond fluff #soft!aemond

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but I love your nurse!Steve fics and there’s something I wanted to suggest.

I would love to see a nurse!Steve fic where reader knows Steve has had a tough week and has been helping out (taking care of the house and of him) but at the end of the week she’s sent home from work because she caught a nasty stomach bug that’s been going around. She hopes to magically get over it by the time Steve gets home and (obviously) fails and Steve insists on taking care of her even though she feels guilty. She tries to downplay it even though she’s throwing up and Steve doesn’t understand why.

Thank you for your fics <3 they bring people so much joy ❤️

AN | Okay, but this is me too - I’d rather feel like death and do things for myself than ask for help. But Stevie won’t let his best girl suffer, no matter what 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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You’d seen about ten coworkers in the office leave early at various times this week due to falling ill. It was that wonderful time of year when something was inevitably going around and everyone was going through it, one by one. Immune systems were down and any sickness took full opportunity to strike.

Given that, you shouldn’t have been surprised when it finally hit you. It appeared to be slowly working its way through to everyone at the office and you were the next unlucky volunteer. It started off with the classical sore and scratchy throat, followed by a headache, followed by an aching body, and then a wave of exhaustion. This was most definitely not good. Once your stomach started feeling off you knew that you were getting sick. And apparently you’d looked the part; your boss sent you home in the middle of the day when she decided that you seemed in desperate need of rest.

You’d reluctantly agreed, knowing you didn’t have a choice. What you didn’t do, however, was call Steve and tell him what was going on. There was no way in hell that you were about to tell your overly caring, overly protective nurse husband that you weren’t feeling well. You knew that he’d drop everything as soon as you told, that him he’d leave work and rush home to you. And really, there was no need for him to do any of that. You’d be right as rain in a few hours - and that meant you weren’t going to worry Steve.

And on top of it all, you weren’t about to add a single thing to Steve’s plate that you didn’t need to. He’d been working so incredibly hard at work, long hours with little thanks, on top of all the things he did at home. He really was an amazing man, always giving, giving, giving, and never asking for anything. But you wanted to give back to him, and tried to do as much as you could.

Since you suddenly had half a day to yourself, you decided that you’d make use of your time. You were going to tidy up around the house, do all the laundry, and make dinner and dessert. That way Steve had a nice hot meal to come home to along with a clean house. Maybe you’d even convince him to take a bath with you to end the night on a calm note.

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The house was quiet when you entered it, peaceful but that was quickly interrupted when a sudden coughing fit overwhelmed. Things were going downhill really fast. That was no matter, however, you were determined. You changed out of your work clothes and flipped into a pair of joggers and an old sweater of Steve’s before tossing the discarded items into the hamper and dragging the whole thing into the garage to start the first load.

Once the washer was going, you trudged back inside and grabbed a few cleaning supplies. You started off at the back of the house, giving the spare room a quick dusting (the very same one you hoped would one day be a nursery) before moving onto your bedroom. Luckily, the two of you were both fairly neat and tidy people so it really didn’t take much to get back into shape. By the time you reached the guest bathroom, your body was slowly getting more achy and tired, and you were definitely slowing down.

You made yourself push through it and eventually made it into the kitchen after switching over the laundry.

“What to make?” you asked aloud to yourself, silently groaning at how bad your throat felt and you sounded. Reaching into the fridge, you grabbed a bottle of water and downed almost half of it in one go. Maybe that would help, although in the long run you knew where this was heading. You reached into the pantry and grabbed out some pasta and gathered up ingredients for sauce; that was something easy enough to make and delicious.

Puttering around the kitchen you got everything going before making some brownies for dessert. Nothing fancy, but there was some leftover ice cream that would pair well with it. By the time the laundry was put away and finished, and dinner and dessert was ready, you were feeling completely drained. Steve would be home soon, but you decided that there was enough time to take a little bit of a rest.

You sat down on the couch and grabbed one of the big fluffy blankets, curling up under it as you turned on the TV to the news. And then, after sitting for less than five minutes, you were fast asleep, head lulled to the side as you curled up and snored lightly. Your body had definitely won the fight with this one.

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“Sweetheart?” His voice was gentle but sounded distant. You felt something on your shoulder but couldn’t find it within yourself to open your eyes, “honey?”

“Hmmm?” it was then that you recognized it as Steve’s voice. Your favorite voice. A smile pulled across your face and you heard your husband tut softly at you.

“Angel?” a gentle brush of a thumb over your cheek had you leaving into his touch, “you gonna wake up or am I going to have to tickle you?”

You peeked an eye open at the fond little threat and shook your head. He relaxed when he saw that you were awake, his own smile breathtaking, “no, please, have mercy on me!”

Steve’s smile quickly turned into a frown when he heard how terrible you sounded. And let’s be honest here - you sounded horrible. Almost as bad as you felt, “oh honey, honey. You’re sick.”

“No,” you pouted at him but he wasn’t buying it, “‘m fine, Stevie. Just a little tired.”

“You’re not fine, honey,” he brushed a few rogue locks of hair behind your ears, before kissing your forehead, “guess everyone else being sick finally caught up to you, huh?”

“Nuh uh,” you were feeling particularly stubborn today.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, but you thought it was obvious, “I would have come and could have taken care of you.”

“That’s why I didn’t call,” your throat felt parched, eyes dry and heavy, “I’m okay - I can handle it. Don’t want you to have to take care of me, Stevie. You work so hard and you’ve been so busy, you don’t need me to worry about it.”

“I work hard,” he acknowledged softly “but so do you. And on top of that, it’s not like it’s a chore - not when it’s you.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” he placed a gentle finger over your lips, giving you the sweetest and most gentle expression, “you’re going to rest, relax, and get better, and I will take care of you.”

“Steve,” his name was squished out against your lips which caused him to laugh slightly.

“I wasn’t aware that I left it to open for discussion,” he teased, “because it’s not. Husband and Nurse’s orders.”

“You’re never going to let this go, are you?” but you loved him. You loved him so very much that sometimes it felt like it was going to make your heart burst. You never knew you could love someone so much - until you met Steve.

“Not a chance,” he whispered softly, “come on, let me make some dinner and then get you a hot bath.”

“I already made dinner,” a sheepish expression crossed your features as he chuckled softly, “and dessert. I, umm…I got sent home early from work and decided to use the free time to cook and clean.”

“Honey,” you playfully grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your face, a silly little attempt to hide from him. He waited a few seconds before he took the edge of it and pulled it away to reveal your face, “you’re telling me you got sent home from work and instead of taking care of yourself, you cooked and cleaned.”

“Yes?” you shrugged sheepishly as he sighed lightly, filled with nothing but reverent adoration.

“I adore you beyond words,” he placed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, before stopping at your lips, “stubborn, silly, clumsy girl.”

“No kisses,” you pouted, “don’t wanna get you sick too.”

“Well, I’ve already been exposed to it by being around you,” he mused thoughtfully, “and I work in a busy hospital; at some point I’m bound to catch something, but we’ll save that worry for another day.”

You couldn’t help but throw your arms around his neck and pull him into your body, “I love you so much, Stevie. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” you could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “now, come on. Let’s eat and then we’ll relax, yeah?”

“Yes please.”

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“Alright,” Steve was perched at the edge of the tub, making sure the water was perfectly warm to how you liked it and filled with the lavender scented bubbles, “I believe that this is a perfect bath. C’mere.”

You took a few steps closer to him, and he stood up, deft hands moving to strip off your clothing. You were like putty in his hands, letting him pull the sweater from your frame, lifting your arms so he could toss the article on the floor. He followed suit with your joggers, gently pulling them down your legs along with your panties; a shiver ran down your spine at the sudden chill and he quickly helped you to get into the tub.

He helped you to settle into the water, playfully blowing some of the bubbles at you. Before he could pull away, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “join me? Please?”

“You know I can never say no to you,” he took your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to your knuckles. He made quick work of discarding his clothes and tossing them into the pile with yours. He stepped in the water and sighed blissfully at the feeling of the warm water surrounding his tired body. He sat down across from you so he could see your pretty face, his legs surrounding yours, “ it should be a crime to be sick and still look this beautiful, you know.”

“Steve,” your entire face flushed with warmth as it was your turn to blow some bubbles at him, “you’re such a flatterer!”

“I’m a truther,” he insisted, giving your leg a soft squeeze. You shook your head fondly before lying against the back of the tub and looking at your husband. He did the same as you, both of you watching each other softly, “I love you, you know.”

“You love me?” you feigned shock, but let’s be honest, you really loved hearing it, “I’m shocked. I had no clue that Steve Harrington, the most wonderful, sweet, amazing, smart, and sexy man, loved me.”

“You’re such a brat,” he laughed, a pretty flush of pink welling up in his cheeks, “you shouldn’t be talking that much either, it’s only going to irritate your throat further. But you think I’m sexy, huh?”

“Stevie, you know you’re sexy. You’re so hot it hurts,,” you tried your best not to sound too croaky, as he beamed at you, “and I can’t help it. I always wanna talk to you!”

“I know baby,” he whispered, pretty smile on display, “we’ll just be quiet for a while, huh? And just so you know, I think you’re very sexy too, and beautiful, and smart, and everything.”

“Fine.”

“C’mere,” he gently moved towards you, pulling you into his arms as he settled under you and you rested on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “just relax. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve always got you.”

“I love you,” you closed your eyes and relaxed into him, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “so much.”

“I love you, angel,” he promised, “clumsy, stubbornness and all.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st #nurse!steve

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impybutt · 1 year

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Sezak had never seen a leather jacket before. What cause would someone ever have to wear another's skin? It struck him as alarming, to say the least.

Exposure risk wasn't something he or many others ever considered: His people were designed for efficiency, just like the rest of the spacefaring races. Or, that's what he assumed. It's common knowledge, isn't it?

Genome mapping is just the norm, and entire civilisations have been curated from raw materials, Sezak's included. It's far more energy and resource efficient than terraforming, in any case. That's what it takes to reach the stars: curated efficiency.

No one ever did it just by trial-and-error, did they?

But here was Suri, a Human, wearing the skin of... what did she call it? Some other kind of mammal, he forgot the name. Something absurdly simple. Anyway, apparently this is just normal for Humans!

"But why?" Sezak asked, incredulous. "What's the point?"

"Well, these days thanks to climate control and artificial atmosphere, it's mostly a style thing. But you know, early humans back on earth, why would you just leave a perfectly good skin to rot when you could wear it for protection?"

"Protection from what!? Under what circumstance are you finding an unused skin?? Wait-- is this another religious thing? I've heard that Humans have a lot of those, and they don't always make sense from the outside."

Suri looked confused (or constipated? Human faces are deceptively complex, it takes a long time to learn how to read them), and seemed to be studying Sezak for a moment. Her eyes darted over his synthetic clothing briefly, with its cultural flairs and decorative adornments, all carrying the signature texture of replicated matter.

Then, with sudden clarity, "Oh! Humans weren't curated, mostly we're organic."

Well, that's just absurd.

Sezak muffled his involuntary 'kek-kek' with a quick apology, covering his mandibles.

"Pardon me, that means your entire lineage came from raw evolution. That takes billions of years, I find it very unlikely."

"Yeah," Suri was nonplussed. "The leather is a throwback to when our ancestors had to survive in the wild. We hunted our meat, then used what was left for tools and clothing. It's actually a pretty proud part of our history; Earth was habitable, but definitely not easy."

Now it was Sezak's turn to look constipated, which never happened because his people weren't curated with such a terrible design flaw.

"So humans just bumbled their way into space on their own, like a larva figuring out how to fly? All... clumsy and inelegant, and... Messy? Without any outside help? Without any climate-matching!? Is that why you have those absurd suits!?"

"Yeah, it's also why our bodies just malfunction in weird ways for no obvious reason," Suri looked a little too amused at Sezak's undisguised horror - not that Humans are essentially raw nebula mobilised by a star's age of convenient mutations, but that they exist in such a state of volatility with no apparent qualms about it.

"Oh great wells," Sezak breathed, reeling from his new perspective. "So many of you wear leather. Hold on, is that why Vikram is always visiting the health centre?"

Suri's eyes crinkled, and she bared her teeth -- in a laugh, okay. Sezak recognised the 'kek-kek' noise humans make in thrill, though theirs is a more glottal 'hach-hach'.

"Yes, Vikram has auto-immune issues. Which means that sometimes, his immune system will attack his own body depending on the irritant. Or weather. Or his cortisol levels."

Sezak stared at Suri for a long time, trying to figure out if she was pranking him.

"I think I have a lot of reading to do," he muttered, incredulous.

"Start with the human eye, it's an absolute mess. Do you know how little it takes to detach a human retina?"

"WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS"

#hfy #humans are space orcs #sci-fi #writing prompt #prose #short story #this premise has been rattling around in my head for a while #that humans are the only space-faring race without a tailored genome #and all the other aliens are freaked out by it #seriously it takes under 4 minutes for me to get sunburnt #yet somehow my genes have survived

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