Oohhhh I love your poly bobkat ficsss. How do you think Kat would deal with a sick Bobby and reader? Bobby can definitely be a whiny one when he's sick, but what about reader?
great question love, and thank you!! <33
kat, bobby and reader and sickness
with kat, she goes with the flow, and she’s had to learn to be that way with bobby.. because he’s hard work. not the over the top, flamboyant dramatic, but he is the one to drag things on a little. a sniffle turns into a cold as soon as he needs an excuse, a cough stops him from doing minor movement. he’s a big baby to be honest— although he won’t admit it, he’ll just wave it off.
“i’m serious I’m fine I’ll just.. do it—“ his back presses against the rest of the couch, shoving a pillow behind his back as his legs swing over it, eyes already screwed shut and frowning.
“when Bobby?” kat rocks on her heel, raising an eyebrow as he sinks down further into the cushions. asking a question she already knows the answer to.
he coughs loud, stupidly loud, rubbing at his chest as you stifle a laugh from the other end of the couch, tissue still in hand.
“later.”
but just her luck, she’s usually the last one to get sick, still standing on two feet brewing everyone tea while you’re both stuck mindlessly watching re runs of some old tv show. bobby has the blanket draped to his knees, hand splayed over his naked chest like a plague victim. though you have to hand it to him, it’s not all for show, his face is a clammy pale, his eyes are rimmed red and glossy, and his sneezes grow larger in pattern every hour. even though he’s still whining over everything.
now, no matter how badly you’re sick, or how you act when you are, you can’t be as bad as bobby, and that’s comforting to kat. taking care of you both. it’s something kat takes pleasure in, in the quiet moments. something she might even snap a polaroid of when you’re both passed out, hands wrapped around eachother and curled in a mess over the blankets. but there’s something therapeutic when it’s just you both, when you’ll let her place the mug of soup to your lips, or rub vicks on your chest just to help you breathe.
she’s softer, less sarcastic in these times, curling your hair gently behind your ear, draping flannels and washcloths over your foreheads’, refilling your water and grabbing simple things to snack on. though it doesn’t change her completely, she pushes you carefully, helping you move about, inching you toward the window just to get whatever fresh air the suburbs can buy you. and it works, taking it day by day, holding you through the stuffy long nights, and nursing you through the tiring days, she’s there, at your side. without a fuss and usually without worry, though she always has an eye on you, and you’re able to be well again way quicker than before.
the same can’t be said for bobby however. if you and kat, or just you are sick.. and bobby is left in charge? he’s a mess. really, he is. and not because he doesn’t want to help, because he doesn’t know exactly what to do. it just comes with the questions, frantic and edges.
“what kind of sick are you..?”
“what do you mean what kind of sick?”
“like sick sick.. or y’know, cold and.” he gestures with his mouth, coughing and spluttering, looking back up to you both with help. he can’t think of the words exactly, but the point is there even if both of you look back at him confused. kat’s arm is around you, trying not to shove her face in her hands as he just stands there, arms raised and utterly hopeless.
“just.. get meds, and tea. and more crackers.”
and he gets them, without fail, along with probably a hundred other things he figured wouldn’t hurt.
he listens though, that is one good thing. to kat, to you, to whatever you need, he is on it, even if it’s just holding you. he might grimace at the thought of it jokingly at first, worry pulling into a smirk on his face as he reaches you, but he’s slinging his arm around you and covering you up in the blanket without another word. pressing a kiss to your temple, no matter how much you tell him he’s going to get sick to. because it all means one thing to him, if he has you both.
🫡 hello… love your writing… just a wondering thought, maybe, perchance a part 2 too my beloved “L.A. Devotee”. upmost respect, your friendly(freaky) neighborhood reader🫡
thank you so much my love, and you sure can!! i hope that you enjoy.. here is part two 😘
