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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 months

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Across Every Universe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? Fluff

Summary: Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.

Square Filled: "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

No matter the position you’re in, you’re not comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isn’t working in the Bunker so it’s very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesn’t help your running cold either. You’re not sure where you caught it from but you’ve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.

That doesn’t keep Dean away, though.

He’s a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure you’re comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You don’t know what you’d do without Dean in your life.

Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.

“Going on a hunt?” you ask and sit up slightly.

“Yeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.”

“Other people need you,” you smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?”

“I have someone coming in a few days. He’s also on a hunt.”

“Right, no non-hunters here,” you chuckle.

“I’ll call you later and check up on you, okay?”

“My hero.”

You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.

He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.

“So, did you tell her how you feel?”

“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“How long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?”

“I mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.”

“Apparently not, or else she’d be yours.”

Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.

The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m doing alright but not any better.”

“Did you take your medicine?”

“Yes, I did.” He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. “And I ate my soup and drank water.”

“Don’t forget to tell her goodnight,” Sam says loudly from the bathroom.

Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. “Go take a shower. You stink.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” you chuckle, having heard Sam.

“Night sweetheart.” He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.

“Sammy?” he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. “What the hell is going on? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer that’s behind Dean. “Oh, no. Look.”

Dean turns and sees the name ‘Jensen Ackles’ on the side. He turns back around and sees ‘Jared Padalecki’ on the trailer opposite his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? We’re back in actor land? What happened last time?”

“Gabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.”

“I bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.”

“There you two are.” Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. “They’re looking for you two.”

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

If Sam and Dean didn’t do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly aren’t going to do a good job now. It’s funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.

He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.

“Time out?” the director frowns and looks at him. “Everyone, take ten!”

“Y/N?”

“Come here, you have to try this. Gen made it,” you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. “Oh, you have something on your mouth.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesn’t have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. “I gotta go. Gen is here.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean can’t move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like you’ve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he can’t do a good job because all he’s thinking about is your lips on his.

They aren’t getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like they’re busy so no one else talks to them.

“She kissed me, dude.”

“What?”

“Y/N or the woman who she’s supposed to be. She kissed me like we’re together or something.”

“Look, I’m glad you’re going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?”

Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.

“Eh, you’ll figure it out. I’ll be back.”

Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Dean!” he hisses but receives no answer.

Dean enters his counterpart’s trailer and sees you where the bed is. You’re grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since you’re not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.

“Hey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. I’m so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.”

“Are we dating?” The comment makes you laugh. “What?”

“Are you okay?” He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.”

“How?” he whispers.

You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesn’t completely crush you.

You pull him down to kiss you and that’s enough to bring Dean into the delusion that you’re Y/N and you’re his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.

Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.

“Jensen.” You’re not his. You’re not you. You’re Jensen’s. You’re not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we just lay here instead?”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get changed.”

You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He can’t help but think you’re a complete stranger. The pajamas you’re wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Tell me the story of how we met.” You look at him in confusion. “I want to hear it from you.”

“Okay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.

“You came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.”

Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.

“We’re married?”

“Yes, we are,” you laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just… really happy.”

You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesn’t want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.

“Hey,” Dean sighs.

“I might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.”

“What if we didn’t leave?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The love of my life is my wife here.”

“That’s not your wife, Dean. She’s Jensen’s wife. She thinks you’re him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom you’re too scared to do anything about. Don’t take her away from him because you want what they have.”

Dean knows he’s right. He can’t stay here. He’s using this world as an escape from his own.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighs. “What do you have?”

“I found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. There’s a ritual we can do.”

And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, they’re going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.

The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. You’re still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.

“Hey, how was the hunt?” Dean doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. “Dean?”

“I love you,” he blurts. “I should have told you this years ago but I can’t seem to think straight when I’m with you. You make everything better for me, and you’re a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.”

“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick,” you smile.

“I don’t care,” he whispers and kisses you.

This is where he belongs. Right next to you.

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ma1dita · 2 months

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okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭

bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can

at camp:

it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)

so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”

yeah so he has the flu

one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way

he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning

“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*

a cold towel smacks him in the face

you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half.

but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you

im bored lets do modern hcs too:

in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment

luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)

you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks

i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around

that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise

oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you

ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”

“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!”

you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.

when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing

you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #made by ma1dita ♥︎#for my gn babies (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

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gr1mstar · 4 months

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tea, tissues, and two hearts…

synopsis: after not listening to your boyfriend telling you about the cold weather a few days ago, now you are stuck with a cold right before an event. gojo takes care of you, now being his turn to make yourself his baby.

notes: i had a bad day so i thought writing something sweet would cheer me up. i hope you liked it, i personally do not like this oneshots that mush, i was tired when i wrote this but… well, it is what it is :) requests are opened btw, you can ask me for anything (besides smut)

contains: gojo satoru x f!reader, sick reader, cuddles, sfw, sweet bf satoru, nicknames, swearing (not much)

also i have a masterlist, so check it out here

it was tonight? 8 pm… fuck.

as you lay in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets, the chill of the night seeping through the window pane only intensifies the warmth you seek. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the tissues scattered around, evidence of the cold that had claimed your night.

the warmth of a cozy blanket cocoon provides some relief, but your body aches, and every shiver is a reminder of the festivities you're going to be missing. The night is silent, just your coughs and sniffles can be heard, punctuated by the occasional sigh as you longingly glance at the clock, realizing that the party you were supposed to attend is in two hours.

‘i can’t not go…’ you thought, looking at nothing.

your head was spinning, you barely ate, and how you had to stay up all night entertaining some old ass man just to make your boyfriend’s family happy.

the gojo clan. at first, you thought that satoru’s parents were nice, but you were proven wrong when you heard them talking about you behind your back, saying that you are not good enough for their ‘perfect’ son.

‘perfect my ass, he can’t even boil an egg without ruining the kitchen’ and so, you left the bed with a long sigh of extenuation and heeded in the direction of your and your boyfriend's shared closet, passing a mirror. as you stand before the mirror, the reflection staring back at you appears both weary and determined. the cold has taken its toll, but tonight, you're determined to transform this sick-looking person into a beautiful lady for celebration. with a gentle touch, you begin to prepare yourself, tying your messy hair into a ponytail.

foundation, blush, contour, hightlist… ‘where was that lipstick again?’

god, you hated it. all you needed was a warm tea and some sleep…

after an hour and a half, you were ready. taking your phone in your hand, you could see that you had some unread messages from gojo.

“baby, don’t forget about the party. don’t wait for me, i will come already ready just to pick you up” - 1:23 pm

“it’s a formal event” - 1:23 pm

“are you ok? this morning you looked off” - 5:55 pm

“i’ll be there in a few” - 7:45 pm

you didn’t dare to tell gojo you were sick. even though you knew he would be very sweet about it, you didn’t want to hear the words ‘i told you’ over and over again.

a few minutes passed by and when a door sound was heard, you knew your boyfriend was home. all you could hope was that he didn’t notice your sick face.

“babe? where are you?”

“livingroom” you shouted, taking your purse and putting it on your shoulder.

“how do i look?” you asked when gojo arrived in front of you, trying to look dignified and alert. “is this outfit okay? you said it was a formal event.”

“wow. you look really beautiful, love… except for, y’know, the red, puffy nose and the bags under your eyes and the sweat in your hair,” gojo said with a rueful smile, already slipping back out of their jacket. “we’re staying home tonight, aren’t we?”

“what? no, no, i’m fine! i can go, it’s not that bad-”

“sorry, let me rephrase- we’re staying home tonight. get back in your pj’s. we’ll have our own party with some blankets and chicken noodle soup.” your boyfriend interrupted you, taking your hands into his, and smiling at you.

“but gojo, your parents?”

“fuck them. there are going to be a lot of other parties at other times. now, do what i said, and let me order the soup. it looks like you need it.”

“really?” you asked unsure, looking at your nail polished nails.

“really.”

and so you gave gojo a little kiss on the cheek, ready to head out to your bathroom to wipe out the makeup.

“i told you you're going to catch a cold”

“oh, shut the fuck up, satoru”

“he did not.” you laughed, looking at the tv in front of you.

the two of you were looking at an old horror movie, but you were finding it a little too funny for a horror one. you and gojo were on the couch, cuddling each other. you complained about how he could catch the cold too, but for him, he was too cool for a cold.

“me? a cold? you insult me, my beautiful girlfriend” was his response, throwing popcorn at you.

as you sink into the plush cushions of the sofa, a soft glow emanates from the muted screen, casting a warm ambiance in the room. your partner, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestles beside you, their presence a comforting embrace in the dim light. the room is adorned with the scent of chamomile tea and the flicker of a vanilla-scented candle, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. satoru, sensing the shivers that occasionally wrack your body, wraps you in an extra layer of warmth, the blanket becoming a cocoon of shared comfort.

‘what did i do to deserve this man?’ you found yourself asking.

a bowl of hot soup, prepared with love, sits on the coffee table, its steam rising in delicate tendrils. your boyfriend, attuned to every cough and sniffle, extends a spoonful towards you with a gentle smile, their eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and affection.

“come on, baby. eat as much as you want, today i will take care of you.”

the room may be dimly lit, but the connection between you two radiates a soft, intimate glow that transcends the limitations of the surroundings. wrapped in the warmth of blankets and love, you find solace in the simple act of being together, in the quiet dance of a shared movie night that speaks volumes without the need for words.

“i love you, satoru gojo.”

“i love your sick ass too, now eat all the soup and then we are going to bed, okay?”

“okay.”

the took the image from pinterest - also i do not own jujutsu kaisen and this is simply my imagination.

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aihaitahm · 1 year

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what do they do when youre on your period and you have cramps.

with kafka, jing yuan, dan heng!

cw: reader is afab! but uses no pronouns! maybe suggestive

kafka

if you experience cramps, she would be your personal heating pad. she is so clingy and cute because she always wants to be with you. she massages with her warm hands on the painful area to relief the pain. babys you when you’re in pain.

not the best cook but she tries to make you soup and give you dark chocolate to make you feel better! she tells you to drink water and she always tells you shes proud of you for your little accomplishments!

provides you pads/tampons and if your horny, its nothing to be embarrassed about! its normal and she understands. she would gladly help u! she doesnt mind getting her hands dirty~ it does relieve cramps.

whenever she is gone for a mission, she gave you a heating pad that resembles her so that you still feel her company! except in her plushy form.

dan heng

at first, he would be a bit clueless on why you’re groaning and holding your lower abdomen however he would be deeply concerned to whats wrong.

then he figures it like oh! okay. he maybe a bit inexperienced but he would brew you tea that can relieve your period cramps. gives you healthy alternatives than just hypersugary sweets.

he’d give you his blanket and wrap you in a burrito. he would think you are so adorable and just hug you like a pillow. as long as you feel warm and comfortable he is happy.

would cook for you and carry you wherever you need to be. he may get flustered if march 7th starts teasing him for being so gentle.

if he needed more advice or to clear his understanding or prior knowledge to menstruation, he would ask himeko about it because he wants to help you. overall he is such a sweetheart<3

jing yuan

asks his assistants to bring his loved one pain relievers. would want to assist you and probably neglect some most of his work just to take care of you. he would be by your side and would hold you however you wanted.

kisses you all over your face and stomach. awwww he loves you so much even though you can be moody and be mean towards him. he gives you some chocolates or anything you want if you ask for it. he would ask his assistants to go as soon as he says so. whether it be a dessert from belobog or a book that youve been wanting to buy, you will receive it as soon as possible.

if he has to get back to work, he would let mimi cuddle and accompany you<3 by the time he gets back to you both, he gets jealous that you have gotten closer with the big feline and you started giving her more attention. would dramatically ask “how could you replace me so easily T_T” “do you still love me?” you just sighed and kissed him to shut up.

of course you welcome him back and to your surprise, he brought home some food that you said you were craving for earlier that week. you feel so lucky and thankful to have him.

#honkai star rail #kafka honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr #kafka x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #dan heng honkai #jing yuan honkai #honkai star rail fluff

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lianaisabsent · 1 year

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Hiiii :)

Your writings are really nice, in looking forward to see more pieces of your work. Could I maybe request reader(gn or female if possible) taking care of sick Fyodor? If not, that's completely fine too.

Take your time, and please take care of yourself too.

Good night/day!

Taking care of them while their sick

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I usually write more than one character sometimes so I hope it's okay with you that I didn't just write Fyodor, and you're very kind take care of yourself as well!

CHARACTERS: Fyodor, dazai, chuuya

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He may be smart but he didn't calculate himself falling ill

He doesn't show it though, acts like its fine because he needs to still "Carry out his works for his ideal world"

You did end up finding out by nikolai that he's sick and you decided to tell him to rest.

“I did not need you to come and help me”

It was night time when you decided to visit Fyodor with something to eat, nikolai ended up slipping up about how Fyodor was sick in a conversation you both were having. You packed egg soup for him and some fruits and medicine to take with you because you doubt he had any facilities for you to work with in his rat filled basement.

As you entered the place, you knew Fyodor was known of your presence and decided to just walk inside. He was still working and monitoring things and you could only sigh in result. 'even when sick all he thinks of is being a world wide terrorist' you thought as you made your way behind him tapping his hat. “oh, you're here already” Fyodor said with a slight hoarse voice and you noticed cold sweats breaking out on his forehead.

“take a brea-” you were rudely interrupted by a simple “no” you sighed and looked around, the place was already congested and felt like it was going to collapse at any moment, no wonder he was sick. “if you don't take a break, you might end up having a worse outcome and your well thought out plan might have miscalculations in it and it might just fail, all because you didn't take care” you spoke sternly because talking sweet to him was not going to work so you had to persuade him through his plans.

He agreed to resting for a while so you made him lay down and drink the soup you made and when you took out the thermometer, you found out he had high fever

“how long ago did you even see the light of outside?” “a month ago” “...”

You did take care of him, fed him medicines and for a few seconds he even appeared slightly vulnerable due to the sickness because he held your hand as he slept for a while. You placed a blanket on top of him and patted his head.

Needles to say, He might have liked the attention

(I'm sorry if it was off I'm not very sure how Fyodor lives or if he even had a bed)

Dazai osamu

He is very dramatic. He will make sure everyone in the agency knows he's sick so he can stay home.

He does act more vulnerable during his sickness so he tends to want to stay home in general.

You found out about it from dazai himself when he called you about his reports. “why haven't I done them? Well.. Because I'm sick!”

It was a normal day in the agency after you finished up work, you gave all the reports from your last mission to kunikida and left the agency. You remember dazai saying he's sick so you decided maybe you should pay him a visit and see if he's doing well or not.

As you walked up to his place you knocked once, waited, twice still waited.. One more time and still waiting.. ‘he's seriously not going to open is he?’

You "threatened" to break the window if he wouldn't open and the door flung open in one smooth motion. “sweetheart I can't afford repair for a broken window!” dazai slumped around dramatically while you only shook your head with a slight smile.

He let you in and you saw the horror that was dazai's apartment.. Alcohol bottles everywhere and unwashed dishes and a weird smell of hot sweat. You slowly turned to dazai not even shocked because you expected this to some extent.. But not to this extent.

You cleaned the place up a bit and opened the windows and curtains and dazai hissed as if he was some vampire allergic to the light.

you made him lay down and took some water in a bowl and a clean cloth, dipped it in the water and laid it on his forehead. You made him some soup and made him drink that along with herbal tea you brought from the store. “can I get a kiss?” “I'll kiss you if you recover soon”

His bandages came undone at some point but you didn't look because you knew he liked his privacy so you only brought him the first aid kit and left him alone for that. When he called you back he hugged you and went to sleep.

Nakahara chuuya

He's not one to not tell you, he did end up telling only you that he's sick though.

He let's you care for him and he doesn't have the energy to say much when he's sick

Acts like a child

When he told you he was sick your first reaction was to band him from having wine. You went over to his house and made him drink a bitter herbal mixture. He almost puked it out if it wasn't for your threat to break his wine collection. He wanted to argue but his voice was in no shape to even speak.

He hugged you even though you told him that you have things to finish up, he asked you for everything from giving him water to making him something. He reminded you of a cat who asks it's owners for food and acts all high and mighty.

His place is always fairly neat so you wondered how he got sick, “long story short I almost drowned and I got out but I started sneezing and I ended up with this” “oh”

He stayed sick for a few days but luckily with you and kouyou's help he ended up recovering quickly and started arguing with people (people being dazai) so you knew he was better.

#bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd fluff #dazai fluff #nakahara chuuya #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #dazai osamu

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carolmunson · 1 year

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love language three

sick fic. eddie cares for you. love language set list

the groan. you don’t make it often. a groan that’s so sweet sounding to him it might as well be a whine. heat on your cheeks -- you shake under the covers like a terrified child, trembling. his caress is cool water on your warm face. his smile, on the other hand, makes you pout.

“i know, but we gotta break that fever somehow,” he murmurs, running a soaked and freezer’d face cloth over your forehead. and there it was — the groan.

“poor baby,” he pouts back at you, hand coming up to feel your neck and chest, “you’ve been burnin’ up all afternoon.” he likes it when you’re sick, all hacking coughs and puke buckets, all monster and mouse in one. always so sweet for him, but always so mean at first. sweet and sour. pouty and tired. just a little needy for a change. that was what he liked the most, that part — the groan.

“what do you need, huh?” he asks, “what's wrong?”

"everything hurts," you say with a scrunch of your face, he sees your figure tense and relax under the blankets he's had you tucked under all morning, "i think i'm gonna go stand in the shower."

when you get up he reaches out to you, supporting your weight while you shuffle out of the bedroom. soft whispers of 'i got you, honey' and 'its okay, i know' when your body shakes from the change in temperature and a soft whimper escapes your mouth. if you weren't so sick he'd kiss you all over. "you want me to get in with you?" he asks, "just hold you a little?" you shake your head no, "you won't like it." "oh, are you taking a hell shower?" he asks unamused, and even in your state you manage a lazy giggle, he melts, "that can't be good for your skin." he turns the water on for you, making a face when you encourage him to twist the knob further towards the faded 'H' on the whethered and stained hardware, "it doesn't have to be good for my skin, it just feels good." he watches you shiver and frowns, helping you undress and keeping you warm while the water heats up to scalding. maybe you can singe all the pain away. eddie wouldn't know, he doesn't understand how you can stand in water that would turn his skin as red as the les paul hanging on the wall in your bedroom. you step in and he sits on the toilet seat, savoring the sound of your relieved sigh as you let the water soothe your aching joints. "hm," he hears come from behind the curtain. sweet like honey. "that feel nice?" he asks softly. your quiet 'mhm' soothes him the way the water soothes you. he gets up as the steam starts to billow out from the shower, frizzing his hair. he peaks in, seeing your resting your head on the plastic tile, eyes closed and peaceful, "don't fall asleep in there, baby," he chuckles. "hm," you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips, the first sense of relief you've felt all day. "gonna order you something to eat, okay?" he asks, "want somethin' spicy to clear out your nose?" you nod, eyes still shut, breath steadying. when you finally get out of the shower, you see a set of his clothes on the sink. his big sweatpants and old megadeath t-shirt that you claimed as yours years ago. the water helped some to ease the pain in your joints, but not enough to save you from the temperature change and the left over ache. you groan. "you okay?" he asks, "need some help?" "no thank you," you say -- so quiet and stuffy. you cough hard enough behind the door that he winces. when you emerge, you're still all hot cheeks and grumpy features. "got you some hot and sour soup," he smiles, you smile back weakly. your stomach lurches at the though of food, but you know you have to eat something. you can't survive solely off mucus. you sit back on the bed with your eyes closed while he covers your legs with the blankets again, your soup sitting on a tray close by. "you gotta eat, honey," he says gently. cool water hands on your hot wet skin while he checks your temperature again. your brows furrow, eyes still closed, you groan. you know there's a winning smile of his behind your eyelids, but you can't find the energy to open them and look. you hear him maneuver onto the bed, the clink of the cutlery while he picks up a spoon. "open," he says. you giggle half heartedly. "you gonna spoon feed me?" you ask, scratchy and followed by a painful cough. "i am," he chuckles, "open." you do, the warm broth and spice hiyting your tongue in a way that feels as good as the shower. your head rolls to relieve the tension in your neck before you take the second spoon full. "hm," you hum with heavy lids while you finally look at him. a sleepy thank you. "hm," he replies, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. a caring your welcome. when you're done eating he brings you some cold medicine and some water, watching you settle back down into bed. both of you hoping you'll wake up drenched in sweat the next morning.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson

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rosepascal · 10 months

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pedro boys when you’re not feeling well

ft: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Max Phillips, Dieter Bravo

a/n: writing this in bed as i suffer from a stomach ache (maybe caused by exhausting travel day or it could be my acid reflux making my life hell idk) either way i need comfort from the boys. also first time writing a headcanon for dieter, might add max lord soon bc hes fine af

Joel Miller

Pre outbreak Joel would know exactly what to do to help. He’s dealt with his fair share of stomaches aches, fevers, colds etc. Sarah got sick a lot as a child so he knows the remedies and what makes someone feel better. He’ll cook u soup or make u toast and coax you into eating with kisses. He’ll make you drink water and let you sleep in his bed. Also gives you lots of cuddles

Post outbreak Joel still has those instincts buried in him when he sees you aren’t feeling well. He’s not as kissy as he used to be but he will do anything to help you feel better. If you even mention wanting soup or needing medicine he's out the door to get it for you. He’s a grump though so he’ll be a bit more blunt like telling u to sit and stop whining when you complain about him doing so much for you. But it comes from a place of love even if he won’t admit it. Still gives the best cuddles. You just have to ask.

Din Djarin

Mando is such a sweetheart. He’s been sick and injured himself but normally he’s on his own. Suffering by himself on his ship. But after meeting you he doesn’t feel that way anymore. Every injury is now treated by you. He never ever wants you to feel the way he used to feel so he’ll be right by your side. Returning the care and compassion you give him. He has bacta if you need it but sometimes you just have to ride out the sick feeling. He gets you whatever you want. Tasking Grogu to stay with you as he goes into town. He’ll take real good care of you until you’re back to normal.

Frankie Morales

Frankie, sweet Frankie. Oh he’s just a total sweetheart. He’s a bit of a worry wart though. Oh you should have seen him the first time his baby girl got sick. She cried in his arms and his heart broke because he couldn’t do anything to help her. He goes a little overboard sometimes. He’s at your side in an instant. Immediately jumping to the worst conclusion even if its just a stomach ache. He doesn’t like to see you sick because it worries him to no end. Even if you promise you’re okay. He probably has some cure he promises you will help that he learned in the military. But he can also make you mac and cheese and sit with you on the couch.

Jack Daniels

Whiskey is basically your maid when you are sick. He calls you a million sweet pet names as he lets you sit in his bed all comfy and brings you anything you ask for. He’ll also go to ginger for medicine, knowing whatever she can give you will have you right as rain in a day. He is a bit of a tease though. Saying stuff like “Poor baby.” and “Don’t feel good huh?” His tone is light and joking and you tend to play along. Pouting and nodding your head. Telling him that only his cuddles and that soup from the deli downtown is all you need. He’ll laugh but get it for you in a heartbeat.

Marcus Pike

Oh my god this man is the perfect partner when you are sick. At first you're pretty upset because you have to cancel your date with him. Date nights are already hard to plan given both of your jobs. He can tell something is wrong the moment he hears you over the phone. Even though you tell him that you're fine and promise to make it up to him he still shows up to your place 30 minutes later with food. He'll turn on an old movie and wrap you in a blanket and let you fall asleep in his arms.

Marcus Moreno

I feel like Marcus is also a pretty anxious guy but like Joel and Frankie he's got the dad knowledge on how to make someone feel better. Plus his mothers surefire cures. He comes after work because as much as he wishes, he can't miss work. But he's constantly messaging you to make sure you're okay. He offers to let you stay at his place but you don't want to get him or Missy sick. Though its a losing battle because both him and Missy don't care and want you around. Missy will keep you company while Marcus makes you tea and soup. The night ends with family cuddles and a lot of love.

Max Phillips

Vampires can't get sick like humans so there's no worry about getting him sick. Max wants you to feel better as soon as possible, mostly because you don't taste as good when you're sick and its not as fun for you. But also because he cares about your wellbeing of course. He's bit of a pain though because he's at work and you're texting him to pick you up some medicine and he's being a tease about it. Telling you how out of the way it is and how expensive it is but obviously he's going to get it for you. He just likes it when you beg :) He'll get you everything you ask for and more. As for cuddles he is happy to be your ice pack. He also offers to turn you so you don't have to feel like this ever again. Mostly joking, but a part of him isn't.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter will buy you all the expensive medicine and the fluffiest blankets and food from the highest end restaurant if it will make you feel better. Well it's his money but he has assistants to actually go and get it for him. Dieter is no stranger to feeling like shit so he knows what helps. Lots of snuggling in his bed, he won't let you leave unless its for the bathroom. Honestly, he's probably hungover in some capacity the same morning so its a lot of sleeping and being sick together.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #max phillips #max phillips x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader

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chuubbles · 1 year

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holiday scenarios with: ENHYPEN 🎄

w. fluff, flirty stuff, mentions of food(?) | not proofread! | author’s note: just some cute scenarios <3 and happy holidays my loves!!!!

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yang jungwon (양정원): shopping

yall would definitely go pre-holiday shopping

like i mean early as in october

you guys both got friends and family to get gifts for

jungwon would def try to be sneaky and get gifts for you behind your back

casually just asks you to try on certain rings or bracelets (hes tryna get your sizes 🤭)

fails miserably cause you get distracted by all these bright colors and trinkets

has to watch you flail your arms in public while gasping and running off to a different store across the street

gets a little embarrassed from all the stares youve earned, but doesnt care in the end because he loves you

you two would be curious shoppers together <3

yall would def get compliments from the old asian ladies calling you guys a cute couple

“you should get married!!!”

that causes him to turn bright red while he tries to hide his face from you

he’ll really appreciate being able to go outside in the cold with you (for shopping ofc)

sharing a scarf or him bundling you under his jacket is a must

or he just puts your hand inside his pocket, his hand intertwined with yours !!!

lee heeseung (이희승): gaming + ramyeon

gamers unite🗣️ (and ramyeon enjoyers)

he makes you guys ramyeon, trying to plate it nicely in a bowl rather than a plastic container

finds those youtube “hacks” as to how to enhance your ramyeon

a disaster is formed

he ends up spilling soup everywhere in the kitchen

somehow ends up with a noodle on his sleeve

how can you get mad at him though?

he got his bambi eyes ready to get him outta trouble

you just sigh, giving him a kiss while removing the noodle from his sleeve

you can feel him smiling sheepishly through the kiss

you guys sit on the soft couch together, both under a blanket after eating

you both agree to play the switch instead of the wii

he explores your animal crossing world for a while, fishing next to you<3

tries beating up your villagers for some reason (plz help him)

then all of a sudden its mario kart time and you are VIOLENT

he lost every round, making the excuse “im just letting you win.. you havent seen my full potential” while laughing

park jongseong (박종성): cooking

yall decided to host a holiday party: meaning when theres a party, theres a lot of prepping

jay definitely wishes he could spend this day with you another way

but he sees how happy you are cooking and decorating

he definitely volunteers to help around the house

he finds himself having more fun in the kitchen with you, though

some soft tunes are coming out of his phone (like some r&b keshi vibes ykyk)

slowly presses his chest against your back while youre slicing carrots

holds onto your waist and sways you back and forth with him

def places some warm kisses on your shoulders and neck

you eventually hum along to the current song, giving in to his actions

you lower your knife onto the cutting board, letting him turn you around and kiss you

he spins you around chuckling

pecks at your cheeks and forhead a lot (aka his way of showing his appreciation towards you)

“okay, okay, jay. i love you but i really need to work on this” you give him one more quick kiss

little do you know hes admiring your hardwork and the way you look under the kitchen light

sim jaeyun (심재윤): gingerbread houses

it started off with jake saying he could build a better ginger bread house than you

and he said that damn well knowing how competitive you are

which leads to your current situation

youre hands are covered in icing, so the only thing to do is to rub your hands all over jake’s face

“hey!!” hes basically giggling crazy at this point

you point at him laugjing (even wheezing bro)

an hour later, you guys both finished your gingerbread houses

so you both take the extra candies and eat them together

you also just chat about your day and have some cute moments together

jake grabs your face with one hand, opening your mouth and putting a peppermint in it

you do the same but with a gumdrop, returning the favor

he got his cheeky ass smile on now

he’d probably kiss you even with the gumdrop in his mouth (i mean whats new between yall)

but this mf still has the icing on his face so you cant take his flirty moves seriously

it looks like he just murdered someone

you end up taking a bath with him with gingerbread scented candles burning away on the windowsill (wow how romantic)

park sunghoon (박성훈): ice skating

idc what anyone says an ice skating date is a must

youve told him multiple times youre not that good at ice skating, but hes your boyfriend so he can help you, right?

nope, because after letting go of your tight grip for a second youre stumbling like a newborn giraffe

even with him as your personal walker, or the ice skating rink’s walker, its not working

everytime you fall he just skates back to you elegantly, lifting you off the ground like hes some angel gaurdian that came to save you

“and who are you? do you have a girlfriend?” you say wiggling your eyebrows while he helps you up for the 34th time

he just laughs and kisses your cheeks and head in the middle of the rink (other ppl had to watch this bro 🧍‍♀️)

eventually you get the hang of it and you can glide without holding onto the wall

a lot of people end up leaving so sunghoon shows off a bit to you

mans is doing flips and spins and tricks for you girl

you just clap and yell excitedly meanwhile hes feeling all shy in front of you

somehow he didnt fall once but also looked elegant

sunghoon skates over to you sitting on the cold ice floor, plopping down next to you

he looks a little worn out now, but doesnt mind cause all that matters is youre having fun <3

ofc afterwards you guys get some hot coco or a hot latte to share

kim seunwoo (김선우): bunny café

honestly i could see him being up to going to a bunny café with you

considering youve been begging him for ages

being surrounded in cute bunnies and your boyfriend sitting next to you, feeding one

youre basically in heaven

ofc you had to gossip with him there

“no way he cheated on her…” he says gasping

sunoo smiles looking at you, and blush creeps onto your cheeks

after playing for a while yall wanna eat something sweet

you both decide on getting a mint choco ice cream smoothie (btw im a mint choco lover)

the great thing about you and sunoo is, you both have the same interests making it impossible to fight

once you guys are done with the smoothie, he opens the lid and scoops out the clumped ice cream from the bottom of the cup

he feeds it to you across the table <3

meanwhile the bunnies are just at the bottom looking up (👁️👁️) wondering if its for them

after the bunny café hes super worn out and tired

so you guys go to your shared apartment and cuddle and sleep on the couch !

nishimura riki (西村力): movie binging

movie binging nights in bed are bound to happen

not even just holiday related movies, like every movie available on netflix

you guys were watching everything from horror to like cute cartoons (rilakkuma 😭)

niki made popcorn for you and ofc you have to share with him

he acts like a child during some movies, shrieking at scary things or crying over a character dying

i feel like he’d be laying on your lap

really enjoys it when you play with his hair

niki would probably start whining if you ever pause the movie to go do something

then all of a sudden this boy wants to watch megamind

so you obviously comply

you dont remember finding megamind that interesting of a movie

he makes it funnier, randomly adding sound effects or comparing certain characters to his members

“yah! jay kind of looks like megamind!” hed start laughing crazy

you could only sigh and smile

afterwards youre tired af, so you fell asleep in like 5 minutes

niki hugs you from behind, his face snuggling against your neck before he goes off to dream land <3

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i hope you guys enjoyed!! i wanted to post something for the holidays

-xoxo,

chubbles

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pixelatedraindrops · 3 months

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Love Is Contagious

〚 Notes - Im still doing my celebration fics this is just a little something I wrote as a Bday gift for @lots-of-pockets :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When you come home from work to sick, sniffly girlfriend you take it into your hands to make her feel better. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 730 〛

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You walked into your apartment and removed your jacket, setting your keys down on the table. Sitting down on the couch you were greeted by the sight of a snuggly Scarlett curled up in your favourite blanket. 

Scarlett yawned and sat up a bit, revealing her red and runny nose. Despite her tired, exhausted looking eyes she smiled at you, pulling the blanket up in an inviting gesture and motioning you to sit down. 

You put your coat down and sat next to her, wrapping your arm around her hips and you felt her head come to rest on your shoulder. "Is everything okay darling? Don’t take this the wrong way but you're not looking so hot, I mean of course you’re hot but I just mean that you look kinda…” You trailed off as you tried to find another word for awful, horrible or just plain miserable.

"Kinda under the weather?" You finally suggested, hoping it would soften your previous comment. Scarlett chuckled weakly, her voice hoarse and raspy.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it," she replied, sniffing and reaching for a tissue from the nearby coffee table. She blew her nose and sighed, leaning into your comforting embrace. 

"I think I caught that cold going round set. My head feels like its stuffed with cotton and I just have that feeling that I almost need to sneez- Hhuh’tschoo!” She ducked her head into the blanket as her sneeze so excellently proved her point.

You couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly at Scarlett's sneeze, finding it endearing despite her obvious discomfort. You tightened your hold around her, providing a bit of warmth and support.

"Aww, bless you, sweetheart," you said affectionately, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "You poor thing, it sounds like you've really caught yourself pretty bad cold. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Scarlett shifted in your embrace, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders. She looked up at you with watery eyes, her expression a mixture of gratitude and fatigue. "Honestly, just having you here with me makes me feel better already. But if it's not too much trouble, could you grab me a glass of water and maybe some tissues?"

"Of course, love," you replied, giving her a reassuring squeeze before getting up from the couch. You made your way to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing a box of tissues from the cupboard. You heard her sneeze and you called out a soft “Bless you!” as you returned to the living room. Upon returning you found Scarlett had reclined further into the cushions rubbing her blanket against her running nose.

“Here baby, take these.” You handed her the glass of water and the box of tissues, sitting back down next to her. Scarlett took a sip of the water, the cool liquid soothing her scratchy throat then reached for a tissue and blew her nose again, sniffling softly afterward.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice still hoarse but with a touch of warmth. "You always know how to take care of me. You’re the best.”

You smiled, leaning in place a tender kiss on her slightly warm forehead. "It's my pleasure, darling. I hate seeing you feeling unwell though, is there anything else you need? Maybe some soup or a warm blanket?" 

Scarlett shook her head, her eyes starting to droop. "No, I just need some rest and lots of cuddles. You're the best medicine, after all."

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arm around her once more. "Well, lucky for you, I have an endless supply of cuddles. Now, let's get you settled and cosy. I'll take care of everything."

With that, you helped Scarlett get comfortable on the couch, tucking her in with the blanket. 

She snuggled closer to you, her breathing growing slow and steady as exhaustion washed over her.

You stayed by her side, gently running your fingers through her hair, offering soothing words of comfort as she drifted off to sleep.

You knew the road to recovery might take a few days, but you were determined to be there every step of the way, providing the love and care she needed to feel better. After all, being sick was never easy, but having someone like you by her side made all the difference in the world.

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lilchibi-chan · 1 year

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Hi could I request some fluffy fluff of jungkook getting sick with a bad cold in the rain because he was playing with bam and girl y/n caring for him or you can make it Ot7 and his brothers find out he is sick and care for him . Just fluffy and comfort im sad these days need some peace .

Hello hello!! Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting☺��

Rainy Day w/ Jungkook

You, Jungkook and the rest of BTS were hanging out when it suddenly started to pour rain.

You all tried to rush back to the cars but Jungkook decided he wanted to have his Hilary Duff ‘Come Clean’ moment. He starts running through the rain. Dancing. Just having a wonderful time.

The rest of the boys joined him and you watch from the car. You found beauty in the rain. In its sound. You didn’t want to be caught in it though.

When everyone has had their fill of the rain, they all go to their respective vehicles and Jungkook joins you, along with Namjoon and Taehyung.

The car ride is quiet since a couple of them are tired from the day.

“I can’t believe you ran through the rain like that,” you say quietly to Jungkook

He lets out a small laugh.

“It was fun. Although, now I’m a bit cold,” he says

He cuddles into you and you rub small circles on his temples. You notice he feels a bit warm and decide to deal with it when you get home with him.

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Once you make it to the apartment, you and Jungkook say goodbye to the rest of the boys and you hold on to each other, making your way up the stairs.

Jungkook immediately lays down on the couch and puts his arm over his eyes.

“You okay,” you ask concerned

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” he says, moving his arm to look you in the eyes

He puts his arm down at his side and closes his eyes. You got to touch his forehead and now, he’s really burning up now.

You run to the bathroom and get a touchless thermometer.

You put it to his forehead and it reads 99.5 F.

“Jungkook,” you say softly,“you should go shower and change your clothes. You were out in the rain after all.”

He looks at you and then slowly nods. He gets up and you help him to the bathroom just in case.

Once you hear the water running, you head to his room to get him some sweatpants, a tee shirt and a hoodie.

You knock on the door and once he says you can enter, you place the clothes on the sink counter.

You then head to his room and add an extra blanket to his bed.

When he finishes in the bathroom, you tell him to go to bed so he can rest properly. You go to get a washcloth from the linen closet and wet it with cold water.

You go to the bedroom, where Jungkook is fully covered, with the exception of his arms being crossed above the blanket. You lift his bangs and place the folded washcloth on his forehead.

You turn to leave, when he sleepily grabs your hand in both of his

“Thank you,” he says

“You’re welcome,” you say with a small smile

You go to leave again, but he pulls you closer.

“Stay with me,” he groggily asks

You can’t help but smile at how precious he is.

“Okay, only for a little bit. I’m gonna go out to get some groceries to make you some soup,” you say getting under the covers

Luckily, he does have a cough, but he does sound a bit hoarse and congested.

He holds you close and you feel how cold and clammy his hands are. You start to worry his fever might be getting worse, but you try to stay positive.

You feel his breathing get sleepier and sleepier. You admire his features for a bit, then realize you should get up and head to the store, so he can eat when he wakes up.

You grab your phone and purse, then head to the door to put your shoes on.

You decide to call Namjoon when you walk out of the building.

“Hello,” he says

“Namjoon, are you and the others feeling okay,” you ask

“I’m okay and so are others. We all feel fine why,” he asks

“Jungkook has a fever and-”

“JUNGKOOK IS SICK,” Namjoon says, cutting you off

“Yes but everything-”

“Y/N what are you doing right now,” he asks

“W-well I’m on my way to the store to get ingredients to make some soup,” you say

“Okay. Be safe, we’ll look after Jungkook while you’re out,” he says and hangs up

“O-okay,” you say, still holding your phone to your ear while no one is listening

You go about the rest of your walk to the store, smiling at how worry Namjoon is for Jungkook. You love the relationship these boys share with each other and how they care for each other.

When you return to the apartment, you see Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Jin in the living area. Yoongi was coming out of the restroom with a damped rag and you follow him go the room since you were going to check on Jungkook when you came home.

Namjoon was at Jungkook’s side, kneeling next to the bed. Jungkook has woken up from his nap. Bed laughing with Namjoon and sounds a bit better.

“Hi Y/N,” Namjoon and Jungkook say simultaneously

“Hey,” you say with a small smile

“I’m gonna get started on your soup JK,” you and start to turn out the room

“Wait Y/N, let us make it,” Namjoon says

“A-are you sure? It’s really no trouble at all for me to do it,” you say

“No no, we can do it. You stay with him,” he says

“Okay…thank you,” you say, feeling touched

Namjoon and Yoongi leave the room and you join Jungkook in bed.

You snuggle into his chest and he rubs your head softly.

You decide to put on Netflix while the boys make soup.

When you hear a knock on the door, you know that’s the signal for the soup being ready, so you pause what you’re watching and help JK get out of bed.

He gives you a hug when he joins you in standing, then kisses your forehead.

You join the boys in the kitchen and the table is set with bowls for everyone and there’s rice and side dishes.

You all sit down to enjoy a nice meal and have a wonderful night.

I’m so so so sorry this took so long. IRL stuff got really hectic and busy but I hope you enjoyed and hope you request again!!!

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strawberryya · 2 years

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greenland sharks

vernon x reader

synopsis: you’re tired and sad about not having been able to spend the day with your boyfriend vernon. but it’s all good once you get to spend some time together, just existing, crying about sharks, and eating soup.

word count: 1.8k

genre/contains: fluff, established relationship, crying, comfort and cuddles, soup eating, sad shark facts

a/n: I had the words: vernon shark angst and peanut allergy. that is why this exists and I cannot say I’m mad about it. sad? yes. mad? no.

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it was quite late, you had just gotten off of work and you were tiredly going into your apartment with a bag of take-away in your hand.

"hey! you hungry? I got us soup from that place you loved last time!", you called out, expecting your boyfriend vernon to come peeking out from wherever he was at the sound of you being home and with food at that.

he had had a day off from work that day and you were feeling a bit down since you hadn't been able to spend the day with him. usually, his schedule was so much more hectic than your own and you had an easier time getting time off whenever he managed to than the opposite. but this time you hadn't been able to get out of it, meaning you had missed an opportunity to spend a full day at home with him.

nevertheless, to your surprise, he never did come to steal the food away from you in the hallway before you had even taken off your shoes. this was very unusual, you thought as you sleepily picked up the food from the floor of the hallway and began making your way towards the kitchen.

"babe? are you okay?!" you yelled out once again, not receiving an answer this time either. what the hell could he be doing that would make him not answer you? something was off.

instead of preparing bowls and pouring up the soup, you thought you better go check on him. he was probably just sleeping, you tried to convince yourself. but what if he was sick? oh no, what if he really was sick? he hadn't called you all day, if he was sick he should've called, you would've come home to look after him if he needed it. what if he was so sick that he had passed out and actually needed to go to the hospital but you had been so busy at work that you hadn't even called him to check on him either? oh no! what if he had managed to have an allergic reaction?! what if he somehow had eaten something with peanuts, and was now dying!!

your mind was running wild in just a few seconds. however, you calmed yourself, he was most likely just asleep...

expecting to see him knocked out on the couch, you tip-toed into the living room trying to prevent waking him up. however, the couch was completely empty, the pillows laid just like they had when you left that morning, untouched. strange, he hadn't been in the living room all day, you questioned as you looked over at the low-light lamps that hadn't been turned on either, even though it was getting darker outside.

you quickly checked if he was in the bathroom, he was not, and you went ahead to check the bedroom for any sight of your suddenly elusive boyfriend.

the bedroom door was closed shut and you couldn't hear anything from behind the door. no sign of life anywhere. you reached up to the handle and slowly opened the door to your bedroom, the door gliding up as you peeked your head into the hopefully not empty room.

this time, you were in luck - he was there. and he was definitely not sick, asleep, or dead from a sudden peanut allergy incident. you sighed out in relief at the sight as you continued entering the completely dark room. well, it was completely dark, except for the blue light coming from the computer sitting on the bed, shining its light onto vernon.

your boyfriend was sitting completely wrapped up in the blankets and pillow on the bed, chips next to him, and - explaining the non-responsiveness of it all - with headphones in his ears. he sniffled slightly as he looked up at your figure standing in the doorway. you let out a chuckle as you saw his puffy face sticking up from the mountain of pillows and blankets he was engulfed in.

"vernon baby, are you okay? why are you crying? what are you watching?" you said in a concerned tone as you made your way over to the bed, scootching in to sit beside him inside the blanket cocoon. he took out one of the headphones and sniffled again, wiping away the tears forming in his eyes, and paused the film playing on the blue screen. when he looked at you, his eyes told you that he was searching for the right words to be able to explain the emotions he was experiencing.

"I'm okay, it's just, these sharks..." he said as he wiped away some residual tears from underneath his eyes and gestured to the computer on the bed in front of him. you looked over at the screen and saw a still screen of a dark grey shark, swimming very close to the camera in the murky green and grey water surrounding it.

some type of shark documentary, he was not sick or dead... he was crying in bed over a shark documentary. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, but you quickly held another one back when he looked up at you with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to laugh, honestly, I'm just happy your not dead from eating those peanut bars I hid in the kitchen..." you tried to explain yourself. he looked at you, speechless from the (to him) illogical things coming out of your mouth. "nevermind that, tell me, what about the sharks, are they dying?" you asked him instead.

"no, they're not dying... they're just so so lonely." he began as you looked at him, curious to hear why these sharks had made him so upset.

"they live in these really cold waters, and they live for a very long time, hundreds of years you know, like I think they said up to 500 or something. and they're blind because there's a tiny little parasite that lives in its eyes," "a parasite??" you cringed thinking of a parasite living inside your own eyes. "exactly, a parasite, feeding off of the shark, living in its eye." he nodded at your reaction. "and the parasites really love this one type of shark, because they basically live in all of the sharks in this species' eyes. also, because they live in really big bodies of water, and there aren't that many of them, they rarely meet. and even if they do meet, they can't see each other, because of the parasite, and they're just all alone, in really really cold parts of the ocean with a freaking parasite in its eyes!" he gasped for air as he finished telling you the most important facts.

"oh," you said, trying to hold back your own tears at the story.

"its name is the greenland shark, but it has been referred to as the loneliest shark too, and I just- they must really be so incredibly lonely," he added with tears brimming his own eyes yet again. that was the last drop, you began sniffling, tears streaming down your own face.

your emotions were overflowing and you curled up closer to your boyfriend, putting your head on his chest, hugging his waist, as he hugged your back. "I missed you vernon, I missed you so much, I don't think I could ever, ever, be a greenland shark if it meant I could never meet you again." you sniffled into his chest.

"baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry too." he whispered into the top of your head. "I missed you too, so much."

you laid there, in the blue light, sniffling and listening to his heartbeat, calming both you and him down with the close contact after the long day apart. it had honestly been a while since you had been able to just be, like this. work and errands had been coming in the way too often. this was exactly what you needed, and it was exactly what vernon had needed too, but neither of you had realized how much you had been craving it.

you looked up at him after a while, blinking away some tears stuck on your eyelashes. he loosed one of his hands from his hold around you, and brought it up to your face. wiping away your tears with his thumb, you let the soft and warm pad of his finger glide over your cheek.

"I got us soup." you said with a hoarse voice and a small pout. vernons face lit up. "soup? from that place??" "yea, I remembered that you liked it last time so I-"

he gave your lips a small peck, interrupting your sentence. but of course, you didn't mind, you blushed a bit as you smiled away the rest of the sadness about the lonely shark. vernon began pushing off the covers, closing his computer, and pulling both you and him off of the bed.

not letting go of you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hips as he rushed you both into the kitchen, goal in sight, sitting in the paper bag atop the kitchen counter. you giggled as he pushed you through the house from behind.

you felt much less exhausted as you sat down at the dinner table, candles lit, and pulling your legs up onto the chair beneath you. vernon had already put a big spoon of the delicious soup from the bowl in front of him in his mouth. he let out a satisfied mmm, closing his eyes and nodding with a look that told you exactly how good the soup was. it made you chuckle, but as he looked over at you to see what you found funny you had already begun digging in on your own bowl. accidentally making a very similar mmm-sound and closing your eyes as you relished in the soup warming you up as it poured down your throat.

now it was vernon's turn to chuckle. you looked up and as your eyes met, you realized what you had done. you both began laughing at the irony but quickly went back to eating the soup that was too good to ignore. the soup was gone too quickly, but it did fill you both up.

you put away the dishes and made your way back to the bedroom, you changed out of your work clothes and into sweats paired with one of your boyfriend's gigantic hoodies. it smelled like his perfume and you sank down next to him on the bed, pulling up the covers to your chin since the bedroom was a bit chilly.

"could we watch that shark documentary together?" you asked looking at vernon with pleading eyes.

"oh my god, yes, it's actually a series, and it has so many episodes, and so many different sharks, it's great, you're gonna love it!" he said as he pulled open the laptop and disconnected the headphones.

the blue light shone on you both, cuddled up next to each other, laughing and weeping because of the sharks on the screen. you sat like this, limbs tangled up together, your head resting on his chest, hearing his laughter echo through you until you both fell asleep.

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years

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A Love Like Ours

Pairing: Stucky x female reader

Summary: 40s fic: Steve, Bucky and you – there was barely a moment when the three of you weren’t together. A friendship like that was rare and you were all looking out for each other. But with ups came downs and then Bucky had to leave for the war – and Steve followed.

Word Count: ~4.2k

Warnings: angst to fluff with a happy ending, mentions of war and possible death, mentions of losing weight (its not described how the reader looks though, just that the clothes are a little bit more lose) due to side effects of war and me not having a clue how it really has been

A/N: This is for @motsdouxdejanie Forget-Me-Not creative challenge. When I saw the prompts I knew immediately that it had to be a 40s fic and then I couldn’t decide if it should be a Steve or Bucky fic, so this happened. Thank you sooo much for beta reading this @jenniweaslee and the prompts I used were:

Snowdrop = friend(s) in need / consolation / “I promise I’m always here for you.”

Heath = healing from within / “Wish me luck.” / wishes coming true

Holly = “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”

Ivy Geranium = “May I have the next dance?”

Having a friendship with Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes was one of the best things that could have ever happened to you – even though it was hard sometimes. Like right in that moment. “Steve, open up!” your fist hammered against the door. You were sure that Steve’s neighbour would come out and complain soon, but you hadn’t seen Steve in two days and his spare key wasn’t where it used to be.

After a phone call with your other friend who also had not seen the young blonde in days, you were on your way to check in on him. Both of you were concerned with Steve’s health, especially now that Steve was living on his own. “Steve Rogers, you open the door right now, or else!” You stopped, as you didn’t know what to do then. You would have to call Bucky so that he could break open the door, but that would mean that you had to either bike home or to Bucky’s place. Which would mean that your plans for the evening would be ruined. Asking Steve’s neighbour if you could use her phone was out of question, as she didn’t like you. She was old and she was a firm believer about women not going unchaperoned into a man’s apartment.Your family didn’t share the same opinion and it was even less of a problem with them, since you have been friends with the two guys since you were little. “Steve,” you tried for the last time and then you heard the faint sound of footsteps and the clicking before the door was opened. “Oh Steve,” you said, once you got a good look at him. “Why didn’t you call us?” You pushed him softly out of the way, so you could enter the apartment.

“It’s not that bad,” Steve croaked as you closed the door and pushed him towards the small living room with the kitchen.

“It is freezing in here, Steve.”

“I’m out of coals,” he mumbled and you pushed him towards the couch.

“Okay, we’ll work on that. Bucky will bring some and I’ll make you something warm to eat,” you promised and went into his bedroom to grab a blanket and an extra pair of socks. After wrapping him in two blankets and struggling to get the socks on his feet, you went over to the phone. Steve couldn’t make out what you were saying, as sleep was taking over.

The next thing he knew was that he felt warm and he smelled something nice. He could also hear hushed voices. “He should move in with one of us. He is sick and no one knew! It was freezing in here and I just don’t know why he didn’t call for help,” he heard your voice say.

“Come here,” that must have been Bucky. “We’ll figure something out, but first we need to get Stevie back to health. I’ll check in on him, see if he can eat some of your soup.”

“Hey punk,” he heard Bucky’s voice before he saw his head in front of him. “You scared us. Want some soup?”

“I’m sorry,” Steve’s voice was quiet and so he just nodded to show he was up for something warm. Not long after that he was squeezed between his two best friends, sharing their blanket and body warmth. “Did you came from work?” he asked Bucky when he took in his attire.

“Yup, I brought some coals on the way,” he confirmed and slurped his soup loudly.

He looked at his other side and only noticed then the styled hair and the make-up on your face. “Oh no, your date,” Steve said, ashamed.

“Don’t worry, Steve,” you patted his leg over the blanket. “I cancelled. I’d rather be here anyway.” He saw you shrugging but he remembered how excited you were when you were asked out. And that was exactly why Steve felt guilty. He kept his best friends from living their life.

“I don’t want to be your pity date,” Steve grumbled and you threw your hands in the air. This man would be the reason for you to get your first grey hairs!

“Okay, good. I’ll ask someone else then,” you huffed and walked away. You were annoyed! Steve’s mood was bad. Since Bucky got his orders and he wasn’t accepted, Steve kept trying and it was exhausting. Doubling that with the worry and fear you had for Bucky, made you miserable as well. But this was Bucky’s last night here and even if you could do nothing else, you wanted him to have a nice memory to look back on.

You and Bucky had begged Steve to move in with you when Bucky’s letter came. Even your tears hadn’t helped. Why did both of your friends have to be so stubborn? That night had ended with a sleepover with the three of you, everyone touching, afraid that it would never be the same again.

“Is the punk causing trouble?” An arm was slung around your shoulder.

“He is in a mood. Don’t know how I will keep him in check without you here,” you admitted. “You better come back to help me out,” you added and slung your arm around his waist and squeezed before you let go again.

“You’ll manage, you always do. Will you bring someone tonight?” he asked.

“I asked Steve, he said he didn’t want a pity date,” you answered and he picked up the sad tone in your voice. “I’ll find someone. If not, I’ll come alone, it won’t be a problem.”

“Okay, I could always,” he started to offer to come alone too, but you interrupted him immediately, telling him he shouldn’t have to do that and that you’d see him later in the day.

And so a few hours later, you were at the Stark Expo with your two best friends. You didn’t ask anyone to come with you, simply because it was Bucky’s last night and you didn’t want to divide your attention. While Steve didn’t want to be your pity date, he sure didn’t have a problem with the extra girl that Bucky brought along. Although she did not seem as excited as Bucky’s date. You were walking with the four of them and when you saw a photo booth, you immediately got excited! And while the girl on Bucky’s arm seemed excited too, her smile faded once her date grabbed you and Steve by the arm and pulled you along. You actually never really saw the picture that was taken as Bucky pocketed it once he was handed it. He offered to take one with his date afterwards and she seemed pleased at that. You noticed though that this time he handed her the picture, but the one of the three of you was still safely in his new military uniform.

You had a good night – until you came across the military propaganda. Then the usual fight broke out again, but this time you didn’t hold back.

“Why are you so determined to get killed?” you yelled at Steve when he wanted to try to get into the army again.

“I know I am sick, you don’t have to remind me every chance you get. That’s why I want to do it, I want to give something back. I want to help! I am useless here, I can’t provide for anyone.”

“So getting killed is better? It’s okay that Bucky has to leave? And you’re so set on leaving me too? What do you think will happen there, Stevie? What will you do when it gets cold? Your body can’t handle the cold here, how will it handle it in a war?” You were so angry, tears started to gather in your eyes. “What is so wrong with staying here and staying safe? We help from here too! This,” you pointed at the stupid sign that you hated so much “will be your death. Whether you want to hear it or not. And I simply don’t want to lose you!”

When you looked into Steve’s eyes, you saw that his opinion hadn’t changed and it was your cue to leave. You needed to get away for a while.

You never went to bed angry at each other. If you had a fight, you would apologize and so you expected to see Steve that night. But when only Bucky stood in front of your door, you started to cry again. Your tears soaked Bucky’s new uniform. “He’ll come around. I told him to keep an eye out for you. You have to promise me that you’ll look out for each other!”

“I will, if you promise to take care of yourself.” He promised and when he left, you saw tears in his eyes too. You knew that he would shed them once you were out of view. You didn’t really sleep that night and Bucky told you not to send him off, so you made your way over to Steve to clear the air and suffer together. Before you could go inside or knock, you spotted an envelope with your name on it at the door.

You don’t have any idea how hard it is for me to write this letter. You might think that I don’t care about you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth! That’s why I’m writing to you – because I know if I looked into your eyes, I wouldn’t be able to go. I need to do this, I need to do it for myself. I know you say all the time that we look out for each other, but it always feels like just you and Bucky are looking out for me. I have an opportunity to prove myself now – for you, for Buck, for me. Please don’t cry, I promise I’ll come back to you. I promise I’m always here for you. I’ll write you as soon as I can.

Yours always,

Steve

You came to talk to your friend, hug it out and be there for each other. Now your heart was breaking even more because you’ve also lost Steve. For over a decade, it was always Bucky, Steve and you. And now without them there with you, you felt lost. Letters started to arrive from both of them. Bucky’s letters were more about your wellbeing and advice and telling you to not take the job at the factory. Then suddenly his letters took a turn. They were full of memories that the three of you shared and your heart ached, because you couldn’t be there for him. You were sure that he wasn’t feeling his best, as he never mentioned anything going on over there.

Steve’s letters were something else. Mostly because Steve was different in some aspects. He told you all about what he went through. You had to read the letter at least four times before you could comprehend that that stupid punk had let himself injected with something to make him stronger without thinking twice about it. But his letters were more optimistic and at least he was happy that he could finally do what he had always wanted.

You haven’t gone dancing in ages. Simply because there hadn’t been a reason for you to go. However, with the men slowly returning from war, the dance halls were getting more attention. And so you hadn’t found a reason to say no to your coworker when she begged you to accompany her that night.

Your shoes were uncomfortable as you hadn’t worn them in ages. Your dress was a little bit more loose than it should be, but that was a problem most people had these days. Looking in the mirror reminded you of Steve and how you and Bucky were always determined to bring back home more food, so that his clothes would not be that loose anymore. Your thoughts went to your best friends and your heart ached, but that wasn’t unusual. You hadn’t heard from them in a while. Before you could suffer more, you grabbed your coat and went to pick up your coworker.

The dance hall was pretty crowded when you arrived. The men were doing rounds to dance with as many women as they could. After two dances you went over to the bar to grab a drink. It was also crowded there, but suddenly most of them left and went in the direction of the door. You quickly ordered a drink since you now had the attention of the bartender.

“May I have the next dance?” a voice next to you asked. You were about to decline when you turned around and saw the face of the man asking you. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that you promised me a dance before I left?” He smirked and you threw yourself at him.

“Are you for real?” you asked. You stepped back without letting go of him just so you could get a closer look at him. “Are you really here?” Maybe your eyes were playing a joke on you – it wasn’t the first time you daydreamed that your guys would come back but this felt so real.

“I’m here, doll. I came back to you,” he confirmed. “I brought Steve too.”

A breath of relief left your lips. “Where is he?” You looked around. The group of people were blocking your view, but you couldn’t spot Steve.

“He may look a bit different now.” Bucky turned you around so you were facing the crowd without his arm leaving your waist. “Maybe a bit taller too,” he pointed at a tall guy looking overwhelmed until his eyes met yours.

“No way,” you said, but the smile that grew on the blonde’s face told you that it was really your Stevie. The crowd parted as he walked directly towards you. Your name left his lips and suddenly you were in an unfamiliar hug.

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” Steve repeated and didn’t let go of you, not even when someone cleared his throat repeatedly next to him.

“Excuse me,” someone said.

“No, I’m sorry. Can’t you see that there's a reunion happening here? You’re interrupting.” You heard Bucky’s voice, but Steve didn’t seem to care and neither did you as you couldn’t process that both of them were really here. When Bucky is about to shoo another person away, you finally let go of each other.

“What is going on?” you asked Steve and put a hand on his face that was oddly familiar and still strange at the same time. “What do they want?” Your eyes wandered from Steve’s face to Bucky’s and you noticed the crowd that had gathered around you.

“Can you tell us the story how your saved the life of almost a whole garrison?” someone asked.

“Imagine we get to hear the story from Captain America himself!” someone whisper yelled.

“Captain America?” you asked confused. Of course you had heard about him, the placards were everywhere but you didn’t really look at them. You tried to ignore everything, especially the stuff that tried to get even more people to join the war.

“Can we get out of here?” Steve asked you and you nodded. You told them you had to use the bathroom before you could leave and you promised to see them outside. There were two women already in the bathroom as you went into an empty stall.

“It’s not fair,” you heard their voices over the faint music that was coming from the hall. “They didn’t even look at anyone else.”

“They’ve been friends forever. Of course they would stop to see her first. You better get on her good side, they won’t even look at someone who can’t get along with her. Kind of annoying, but if that’s what I have to do, I will. I would have never thought that Steve would get more attractive than Bucky, can you…” the second voice cut off as they left the room. You were confused what you had heard. Is this what people thought about? You quickly finished your business and washed your hands and went outside to find your friends.

“You ready to go?” Bucky asked you as soon as you stepped outside and fastened the belt of your coat. Just to your right were two women touching Steve’s arm. You nodded towards Bucky. “You coming, punk?” He yelled and put your arm through his as if he never went away. You started walking in the direction of your apartment and only a few steps later, you felt an unfamiliar hand on your back. You turned around to take a look and saw Steve – the new Steve with that strange but oddly familiar face.

“Do you still live above Mrs. Hudson's place?” Steve asked and you nodded. At least his voice hadn’t changed at all.

“She will be glad to see that you both made it back. She was always fond of you,” you replied. The walk to your apartment wasn’t long and it was filled with a silence that was unusual, but somehow you felt that the talk the three of you had to have would be better suited to be held inside. And you were all well past the part where you would do small talk, but it still felt good to have both of your guys touching you.

The guys followed you into the flat and pulled of their shoes immediately and put them next to yours. You didn’t know what it was, but the sight of their shoes next to you was your breaking point. Suddenly you started to sob and two arms wrapped around you before you could even realize what was going on.

“We’re here. We’re okay,” Steve’s voice said into your ear and he mumbled promises and assured you that they were both back until you calmed down. You almost apologized, but then thought better of it. There was nothing that you needed to apologize for. Steve guided you towards your living room where your old couch stood. Bucky had already filled a glass with water and held it out to you while Steve dabbed your tears away with a tissue.

Suddenly there was knocking on your door. Bucky and Steve shared a glance that you missed, as you were wiping the last tears away with your hands when you stood up to open the door. It was kind of late, that meant it could only be one person. It was confirmed when you heard your name through the door.

“Hi Mrs. Hudson,” you greeted your landlady at the door.

“I heard some noises and wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” the little lady said but stopped when she saw your face. You knew that she wanted to ask, but was afraid to do so. There had been too many tears lately, but then her eyes grew wide when she looked behind you. “Your boys are back? Oh, this must be happy tears then.” She made a motion for them to come nearer, but when they took too long, she stepped around you and hugged first Bucky and then Steve. She didn’t comment on their appearances. “I’m happy you guys made it back! I tried to look out for your girl, but she’s a stubborn one. Oh, I forgot who I’m talking to – I'm getting old and I tend to forget things, but you both know her way better than I do. She helped a lot around here and I hope that I will see her smiling again soon.” She patted both of their hands. “I will let you alone now, I bet you have a lot to catch up on.”

Before she walked through the door she turned towards you again. “See I told you these two would come back to you. Not even a war can break a love like that.” Then she walked down the stairs and you stood at the door with your mouth wide open. A love like that?

“What’s with that expression?” Bucky asked and closed the door as you were still standing there. “Don’t tell me you only realized it now?” he laughed, but when you didn’t reply, he turned serious.

“This isn’t a talk we should have in the hallway,” Steve’s voice came from the background. And so you found yourself again on your couch with the two of them.

“This is a lot,” you finally said and closed your eyes for a second. “Where are you guys staying? They gave away your flat,” you patted Steve’s leg and stood up to disappear in your bedroom. Under your bed was a box that you took out. You tried to blew the dust of the cover but gave up soon. “I managed to sneak in and rescued a few things.” You placed the box on his lap and stared expectantly at him. Slowly he opened the lid. Inside were a few things: A small bottle with perfume, almost empty, but it still smelled like his mom, his mom's book with recipes, a sketchbook from him and a few pictures.

“I had to take them out of their frames because it got so heavy and I didn’t have as much time as I wish I had. But I thought it was important to save these,” you apologized. Slowly, Steve put the box between him and Bucky on the couch. He then got up, closed the gap between the two of you with one step, grabbed your shoulders and pressed his lips to yours.

“Steve,” you heard a complaint, but you didn’t really care. “Come on, we talked about this.”

Steve’s lips left yours and instead his forehead pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said without an ounce of a doubt.

“Now you’re throwing the whole plan away,” you heard Bucky and this time you didn’t ignore him.

“What plan?” you asked confused.

Bucky came closer and put his hand on your back and his other on Steve’s. “Oh, we had a plan how to tell you that we’re in love with you. We actually wanted to go easy on you and not kiss you without a warning,” he was looking at Steve now, who didn’t look guilty at all.

“You’ve already kissed her,” Steve retorted.

“Punk, we were nine and it didn’t even count. We were just jealous that you had your first kiss already and we didn’t.”

“And now you’re jealous, because I kissed her and you didn’t.”

“Guys!” you interrupted them. Both of them looked sheepishly at you. “You love me?”

“So much!” Bucky affirmed. “We just didn’t really realize what it was. We had time, so many long nights when we were away and we talked and asked ourselves why we were so blind. It has always been you and Stevie for me.”

“I always thought you would end up with Bucky. I didn’t think you’d want me, but now that I am healthy…I hope…,” Steve added.

“Steve Rogers, you stop there right now! You always had a chance, you donkey.” You could hear Bucky snicker. “In fact, I asked you to go on a date with me and you refused. Whatever this is,” you stepped away to point up and down his body, “doesn’t change who you are. I don’t care about your body, I care about the caring, stubborn human inside. You broke my heart when you left. Bucky had to go, but you had a chance to stay and you decided to leave me.” You stopped for a moment and looked at both of them. While you had stepped away from them, they had stayed close together with Bucky’s hand wrapped around the taller one’s back. “Did you... did you leave so you could look after Bucky? I can’t believe you’re doing it again! Every time you’re do something reckless, you give me a reason to not stay mad at you.”

“He wouldn’t be Steve, if he didn’t,” Bucky confirmed. He came closer. “Can I kiss you too?” He asked and you nodded. How could you not? Bucky’s kiss was softer, more like he treasured the moment, while Steve’s felt like he would burst if he didn’t get the contact he wanted. “I love you too, so much,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, not ready to lose the contact yet.

“And I love you,” you grabbed his face and stroked his cheeks with your thumbs.

“So, about where we’ll stay… We would have crashed at my mom’s place, but it’s already late. So maybe we could stay here?” You hit his chest, as you knew that was his plan all along.

“Hey careful,” he said and you stopped, afraid that you had hurt him. “There’s something important there.” He pulled out a photo. Bucky had told you that he had carried it everywhere and handed it to you. It was the photo you had taken on your last night together. While you smiled at the camera, Bucky looked at you full of love and Steve was looking at Bucky as if he had hung the moon.

“Yeah sure, it might be a bit tight, but you can stay here,” you said, your gaze not leaving the picture and missing the relieved look the both of them shared.

When Steve said your name, you finally looked up and saw the two of them holding each other while facing you. “We won’t leave you again, we promise,” he said and you placed the photo carefully on the table before joining them in their embrace. You could talk about everything else tomorrow, or the day after that, because now you were finally together again and you felt whole.

I actually enjoyed writing this so much! If you made it this far and liked it - it would make my day to see a reblog or small comment! <3

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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IM DYING ☠️

Okay no not really, I'm just sick and super melodramatic about it

It's been done a thousand times before and it'll be done a million times more: bangtan reactions to you being sick 🤒 I need comfort

here is one i did about covid a while back. - I didnt read the wwhole thing in a while so there might be some repeats.

Namjoon - Phones his mom for some sort of ancient Korean remedy that only moms seem to know. He then makes you eat/drink a lot of it until you're not sure if you're still sick or just nauseous from the intake. After that he will get you comfy in bed and sit on a chair nearby reading you a story so you can fall asleep to his deep comforting voice (If he isn't afraid to get sick so there are no promotions going on he will probably sit in bed and stroke your hair too.

Seokjin - Doesn't have to phone his mom, he had some kind of magic kimchi recipe that clears your sinuses right out. I think Seokjin is a fusser. He will hover around you constantly, checking in every half and hour to make sure you don't need anything and are getting enough rest. He provides you with many blankets and if he leaves the house he returns with a new stuffed animal or surprise box toy in the hopes that it'll make you smile just for a second

Yoongi - Very practical. When he first notices you are getting sick he will run a bath for you and sit next to the bath helping you to wash the areas you cant reach because its too much energy. He gives you his soft clothes to wear to bed so your's don't get associated with sickness in your head. He refreshes a cold compress for you every so often and then mostly leaves you be. He worries himself so much he will also probably end up sick.

Hoseok - Spends a lot of time cuddling you and watching whatever shitty comfort movie it is that you want to watch, he will even pay for extra streaming services or downloads just to get you the exact shitty movie that you are craving no matter how obscure. He orders in plenty of juice and soup to help flush your system and just ugs you until the worst passes.

Jimin - Probably frets a lot. Wants to call the doctor even when you assure him it's nothing. Phones Namjoon for his moms cure all. FIlls the room with fresh flowers and balloons everyday because he feels like if you can't see the physical manifestation of his love he won't be able to make you feel better. Big on force feeding you soup and laying in your lap while you sit up because lying down probably makes it hard to breath and your head pound.

Taehyung - I feel like sick people break Taehyung. He really struggles to think of ways to take care of people properly, he tries his darnedest though. As soon as he knows you are sick he deposits Tannie in your lap so you have a nice warm friend to hug and then he goes out and buys an almost criminal amount of pain killers and bath soaks. Then he comes back and climbs into bed with you so you can all take a nap together.

Jungkook - Clingy bunny(tm). I wouldn't call it hovering like Jin because hovering implies some space, this man tried to follow you into the bathroom... Still he is a reassuring and warm presence when you get the chills. and despite all of the hard abs he is a very excellent hugger and will do your bidding regardless of how ridiculous the ask.

I hope you feel better soon!

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I've been waiting for this for so long ! Someone finally accepting Malcolm Bright fic requests ! I love this character so much for so many reasons. So, maybe you could do a Malcolm Bright x Reader or a Malcolm Bright x Original Female Character fic where reader / OC is either his girlfriend or best friend (whatever you decide ☺️) and she stays in at his loft for a few days to take care of him because he is homesick, and she comforts him when he has night terrors. He feels so loved and cherished and valued that he eventually tells her more about his intimate fears (he already told her about his disorders, Martin Whitly, the girl in the Box, Watkins, but he feared she will run away if she found out about his most obscure thoughts and fears because of so many past rejections) and then she reassures him and tells him that she loves him. - 😩 Eventually Malcolm opens up to her more and allows himself to show his vulnerability to her by crying on her shoulder while they hug. You get it. Just pure sweetness and care 🤍

Thanks ;) And please take care 🤍

So Be It

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Language (one little f-word), sick Malcolm, softboi Malcolm, pining

Word Count: 1849

A/N: Soft Malcolm makes my heart briefly melt from its icy chamber. Sweetness and fluff are my guilty pleasures if you couldn't tell from my other fics! I don't think I used pronouns in this so I'm marking it as gender-neutral—hope that's okay! I'd like as many people to enjoy it as possible. Thank you for the request! And for being patient as I work through my ask box. I hope you enjoy!

“Malcolm, I say this with love, but you are the bane of my existence,” you said after opening every cabinet in his kitchen. Stale crackers and tea bags. That was it.

You had barged into his apartment after he hadn’t responded to any of your texts this morning. You knew his schedule by heart, and no matter what, he texted you back before he left for work. When an hour had passed without you hearing from him, you used your spare key and waltzed right in to find him bundled up on the couch, nose red and tissues littering the coffee table.

He groaned. “I’ve been busy with cases.”

“So busy you couldn’t have groceries delivered?” You crossed your arms even though he couldn’t see you over the back of the couch.

“I forgot,” he whined. One thing you knew about Malcolm Bright: he got whiny when sick. You imagined if you weren't so in love with him, you'd find it annoying.

You huffed, picking up his phone from the coffee table and placing a grocery order.

“There. It’ll be here in an hour,” you said, gently lifting his head so it could rest in your lap.

“Doesn’t that cost more?” His eyes were closed, and a blanket was pulled up to his chin.

“I’m sorry, which one of us actually owns their apartment?”

He peaked up at you through one eye. “Touché.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, and he let out a sigh of contentment.

“You don’t have to stay here, you know.” His voice was raspy from his sore throat.

“I kind of do. If not to help you get better than to keep you here. I’m afraid if I take my eyes off you for too long, you’ll sneak off to work.” You smiled warmly. Sometimes you thought Malcolm loved his job a tad too much. But it was endearing nonetheless.

“I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. My head’s killing me,” he said, squinting up at you.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here if you need me,” you said.

—

An hour later, there was a knock at the door, and you silently cursed as Malcolm stirred.

“(Y/N)?”

“It’s okay. Just go back to sleep.”

You carefully shifted him off your lap and grabbed the bags from the deliverer. It wasn’t much, just the basics, honey, and soup ingredients. He hadn’t eaten anything since you arrived, so you put a slice of bread in the toaster as you finished putting away the stuff you didn't need for the soup.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm stood on the opposite side of the island, eyes rimmed red. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Striding toward him, you placed a hand on his forehead.

“Go lay back down. You’re burning up and need your rest,” you said.

He only groaned and leaned his head onto your shoulder. God, you hated seeing him like this.

You rubbed up and down his blanket-covered arms. “C’mon, honey, why don’t you go lay in your bed, and I’ll bring you some toast.”

He mumbled an “okay” in your neck and shuffled toward his room.

A few minutes later, you brought him his food and more tea.

“Thank you,” he said, his big, wet eyes gazing at you.

You brushed a stray hair out of his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but his shoulders shook ever so often.

“Do you want me to get you a hoodie?” you asked, watching as he took a small bite.

“No. I’m too hot,” he mumbled.

“Okay, finish that, and I’m gonna get your next dose.”

You returned, and he’d laid the half-eaten toast on his nightstand and sipped at the tea.

“Here.”

You switched the mug for the medicine and placed the cup down to hand him the glass of water. After swallowing, he didn’t say a word as he shuffled underneath the blankets.

“Get some sleep. I’ll work on some soup for later,” you said, using your hands to push off the bed.

But one of his stopped you from beneath the sheets.

“Please stay,” he whispered.

Taking in his current state, you couldn’t help the throbbing in your chest and the overwhelming urge to hold him. You wanted to take all of his pain away and keep him from ever feeling like this again.

He tried not to rely on people. The fact that he was asking you to stay and not pushing you out told you how terrible he felt. You’d do anything he’d ask.

“Of course.”

You slipped under the covers facing him as his eyes closed. It didn’t matter if he’d fall asleep right away you’d stay right here just so he wouldn’t wake up alone. Just so he’d have some comfort.

You and Malcolm had met when you were children. It was after his father's arrest. He had isolated himself from the other kids at the park, and you couldn't have that. So, you marched right up to him and told him you would be his best friend, and that's been true ever since.

An hour or so had passed as you admired his relaxed features. It wasn't until you were both well into your twenties that you developed feelings for him. He had swung by to drop off a book he told you about and ended up staying for three hours—you had only seen him two days prior. Once he left, your mom came into the kitchen with this little smile on her face. You nearly spit out your drink when she asked when Malcolm would ask you on a date.

You laid in bed that night when it hit you. You liked Malcolm.

A whimper broke you from your thoughts.

Malcolm shifted, still asleep, and this time, a whispered "no" slipped through his lips.

You'd seen how bad his nightmares could get. You knew it was important you didn't startle him, but you weren't about to lay there and let him relive whatever horror he conjured.

Slowly, you wiggled closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Laying on your back, you brought his head onto your chest and smoothed his hair.

"Shh, it's okay. It's not real," you whispered.

As your fingers threaded through his hair, his whimpers slowly quieted, and he inhaled softly. It was a few moments before he spoke.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes still shut. He didn't need to pretend with you. And he was grateful for it.

“For what?” You had told him he didn't need to thank you for this. The first night you witnessed his night-terrors, he wouldn't stop apologizing. He couldn't even look you in the eye. But you reassured him, even told him about the nightmare that haunted you. It was then you both promised one another that if you needed the other person, you'd call and be there—it didn't matter when.

“For taking care of me. For staying with me so I wouldn’t be alone. For…For making me feel like…like I’m worth being cared for.” He blinked, hoping you couldn’t hear in his voice that he was fighting tears.

You swallowed and moved until you were facing him.

“You are worth everything.” You made it a point to keep your eyes locked. “You never have to thank me for prioritizing you. You’re my…You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”

You were walking a dangerous line. He had been a profiler for fuck’s sake. It was a miracle he hadn’t figured out you loved him already.

“It’s just…I know-I know you’re always here for me and will always be,” he sniffled, “I just can’t wrap my mind around why you’d want to stay. I keep,” he shakily inhaled, “I keep waiting for the day you leave and never come back.”

Your eyes were wide the entire time he spoke.

How could he think about all those things? No. You knew exactly why.

And it didn’t matter how long it took to prove to him otherwise—you’d do it—happily.

You cupped his cheek so he couldn't hide.

“I know you’ve been through so much, more than anyone should have to go through, but those things don’t scare me. They never have. You’re stuck with me, Malcolm. Even when you want me to leave you alone—especially when you want me to leave you alone. I’m gonna be here, no matter what. I promise.”

Tears were streaming down his face now, and he didn’t care. Not when you soothed his every insecurity. Not when you looked at him like he was important to you. Not when all he wanted to do was reach out and hold you and tell you how he’d fallen in love with you for those very reasons.

His arm wound around your back and slid you toward him. His head buried itself in your neck as he shook with a fresh wave of tears. You held him, running a steady hand up and down his back.

“I’m right here.” You placed soft kisses on whatever skin you could reach. “I promise. I’m right here.”

He quieted slowly, his body relaxing into yours as he was left sniffling, but he never let go of you. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of his life. He wanted to feel your warmth. He wanted your hand on his back to become his new heartbeat. He wanted to never be without you.

He ever so carefully pulled away just enough to meet your searching gaze. And before he could say a word, you did.

“I love you.” It was the only thing that could settle his fears for sure. Even if it backfired, it’d be worth it to reassure him. He would believe you and know he was worth everything to you, and if you embarrassed yourself, so be it.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, the barest of smiles gracing his face.

You let out a breathy laugh, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. He loved you, too. He loved you, too.

Your best friend. The person you told everything to and the only one who seemed to understand you loved you.

“I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to get you sick,” he said, squeezing your fingers.

“I think that ship has sailed. We’re nearly on top of each other.” It didn’t matter if you got sick. You were too happy to care.

He smiled, the first one you saw all day.

“I want our first kiss to be special. And I can’t breathe too well right now. Pretty sure that would ruin it.”

“How about this then.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, staying there a few seconds to try and push all the love you had into his skin.

You settled back, and his eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted. You weren’t sure if his flushed cheeks had darkened or not.

“I hope I get better soon.” He said upon opening his eyes.

You giggled, pulling him back onto your chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

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