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Feveruary Day 23—Alternative: Suffering In Silence— Polytryx x sick!mira

Sorry it’s quite short! Hope you enjoy nonetheless 🫶

CW: Mentions of family trauma

Safe With Us

Mira’s never been one to show weakness if any kind. Growing up where any kind of slip was used to shame her for not protecting the “family image”, she learned early on that being sick was something no one else ever needed to know about.

Headache? Tylenol and powering through. Period cramps? They hate to see her coming, you wouldn’t even know her insides are stabbing her. Even a fully blown cold hasn’t knocked her out in the past. She simply felt as though she never had any other options. So she powered through for years.

But now? She’s escaped the harsh remarks and glares from her family. She’s made a name for herself as part of the biggest pop group in the world. She has something she never thought she deserved. Love.

Rumi and Zoey bring a light into her life in a way she never knew she could be a part of. With them she’s found herself happy, freer, and bit by bit parts of her walls and past slowly started crumbling away ever since she first met them.

Which is why when she wakes up one morning with a pounding headache, completely stuffed nose, and what she’s pretty sure is a fever, she scowls into her pillow and pulls the blanket closer around her. At least she’s in her own room right now. Most nights they all sleep together in one of their giant beds, but for whatever reason, last night was different.

She’s been lucky for a while now. For years she’s been able to hide any ailments from the girls. So why should this time be any different?

But now, that luck seems to have fun out, leaving her utterly miserable with what might just be the worst cold she’s ever had. Doesn’t matter though. Her old habits slip back in easier when she’s unwell, and while every new instinct she has is telling her to be honest with her girlfriends, there’s that little voice inside her head telling her they can’t know.

The problem with sporting a rather high fever is, Mira absolutely forgets about the part where if she doesn’t leave her room, her girls notice. And it’s already getting later into the morning.

“Mira never sleeps in.” Zoey murmurs worriedly to Rumi as the two of them stand just outside their girlfriend’s door. Rumi’s lips are tight with concern before she speaks, the wheels in her mind turning at what’s best to do.

“I know, Zo. I’m worried too.” Her hand comes around Zoey’s waist, pulling her closer.

They both look at each other like they don’t know what to do next. This quite literally has never happened, but they don’t stay fazed for long.

“Okay.” Zoey hears the change in Rumi’s tone. The gentle switch from worried to ‘she’s our girl’.

Rumi knocks once, softly, before trying the handle and thankfully finding it unlocked. She pushes it open slowly, soft light from the hallway spilling golden into dark bedroom. “Mira? Aein? Are you okay?” She calls quietly into the dark as the two them shuffle in. Behind them, Derpy slips in and silently pads to the bed, staring at the Mira-sized lump under the blankets.

A small groan coming in response makes both the other girl’s hearts sink in deep concern. Quickly but calmly, they both make their way across the room. Already sensing what’s going on, Rumi uses her powers to light the space just enough to get a better view of Mira while being dim enough not to bother her. She sits gently on one side of the bed while Zoey climbs onto the other.

“R-Rumi?” Mira rasps, blinking at the almost dream like lighting coming from her girlfriend’s demon patterns. She knows it all too well, but in her fevered state, she’s not even sure if she’s really there until a cool, familiar hand is reaching out to rest against her forehead.

“Oh, Agi…” Rumi hums and Zoey reaches out too, feeling the sick girl’s flushed cheek. “You’re burning up.”

“Duh…” Is all Mira mumbles, though it’s barely a coherent word. Zoey shifts closer, hand resting on her shoulder as Rumi immediately starts maneuvering Mira so she can hold her against her chest.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling well?” Zoey tucks herself carefully around them both, arm draping over Mira’s waist. She’s quiet for a long moment.

“Didn’t wanna bother…” Is all she gets out before instinctively turning to cough into Rumi’s chest. She feels both sets of arms around her hold a little tighter.

“You are never a bother? You hear us? Never. You’re out girl and we take care of each other. No matter what.” Rumi assures softly but her tone leaves no room for anything but that truth. And Zoey hums in agreement. “We love you, Mira.” A strange feeling swells in Mira’s chest, not from sickness this time, but from love. The realization that she can be loved so deeply and gently finally settles in, raw and beautiful and new.

These girls make her feel it, know it, believe it, in every part of her being that she doesn’t ever have to suffer in silence anymore.

“I…” Mira’s voice cracks with her emotions and she simply turns her face further into Rumi’s soft hoodie.

Rumi soothes a hand down her back as Zoey snuggles in a little closer. “It’s okay, agi, just let us be here with you, yeah?” Rumi’s voice is in the softest, most sincere tone Mira’s ever heard her use. And the two of them simply choosing to be here with her makes her blink back a few sneaky tears that somehow find their way rolling down her cheeks.

“We’ve got you, Mir. You can let go.” Zoey adds just at softly, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s feverish cheek. Mira can only nod as the tight feeling in her chest she’s had since she woke up like this finally loosens under the unwavering care of her girlfriends. Even Derpy purrs his agreement from the edge of the bed where he’s curled up by their feet.

Maybe she doesn’t have to be strong anymore, she feels the thought more than thinks it as she starts drifting off, Rumi continues her soothing ministrations on her back and Zoey’s thumb smoothes the last of the crease in her brows. Safe in her girlfriend’s arms, safe with their love, she can finally just…rest.

Translations:

Aein: love/sweetheart

Aegiya/agi: Baby

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Sicktember Day 5—Worst Possible Timing—Supergirl/Kara Danvers x fem/gn!reader Will probably write a part two for this one

Prompt: Day 5—Worst Possible Timing

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Supergirl/Kara Danvers x fem!/gn!reader

Summary: First the first time in ages, both you and Kara have time off from work, and you’ll let nothing, not even a little cold get in the way of your vacation.

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Feveruary Day 28— Alternative: “Is that my hoodie?”— Polytr/x

I’ve done sick Rumi and sick Mira so I suppose now it’s Zoey’s turn! Thank you to everyone who read and supported my Feveruary fics!! It was so fun to write them all and I actually wrote way more of them than I expected to, I guess saving them to the last minute was a good incentive to get them done each day!

Turtle Plushies and Soft Hoodies

Zoey hates being sick. She doesn’t mind the whole cuddle up in bed and do nothing but watch turtle documentaries for a few days, but other than that, being sick is the last thing she wants.

She knows it’s not just her who has trouble being vulnerable. Her girlfriends do too. Rumi spent so long hiding her true self, that it still takes some adjusting when it comes to being vulnerable and letting herself be loved by Zoey and Mira. And for Mira? There’s nothing she hates more than showing weakness after growing up in a family where she wasn’t allowed to.

It’s a little different for Zoey. It’s not that she has trouble being vulnerable, exactly, it’s that she doesn’t want to be a burden. And if she’s sick, she knows her girlfriends will pause everything to take care of her, which is why she’s become pretty adept at hiding it.

Though this time feels different as she curls further into her blankets, squeezing her favorite turtle plushie tighter in her arms, the beginnings of a fever starting to make itself known if the pounding headache and blurry vision is anything to go by.

Zoey know’s she should tell her girls. She wants to. Gosh she wants nothing more than to have them in bed with her, holding her in the way she’s gotten used to now that they’ve been dating a while. Mira’s strong arms, Rumi’s extra warmth, the way they both curl around her protectively yet softly.

She buries her face in her pillow before the absence of her girlfriends can make her eyes glassy with tears of desire. She could tell them…but she knows they’re busy today. Yesterday, Mira mentioned something about going to the fresh market across the city so she can cook up something good this weekend, and Rumi had said in passing that Bobby scheduled a last minute meeting with just her, to talk about her patterns, which she doesn’t hide any more but needs to work with PR to come up with some excuse that won’t shock the public like the truth; she’s a demon.

So she stays in her room, checking her phone often enough to answer their texts like she normally does, but mostly, she’s just trying to sleep off this miserable cold.

By the afternoon, they’re still not back and when Zoey wakes from a long nap, groggy, feverish and exhausted, she can’t help the immediate burn in her eyes at being alone. Maybe she really should just….no. They’d have been back by now if they weren’t so busy. It’s rare they get somewhat quiet days off, she doesn’t want to ruin that.

With much more effort than she’d like, Zoey drags herself out of bed, shivering when her bare feet hit the cool floor. She clings her turtle to her chest as she wanders from her room and into Rumi’s, moving mostly on instinct rather than thoughts. If her girls aren’t there, the next best thing is waiting for her.

It doesn’t take her long to find one of Rumi’s many thick oversized, and extremely cozy hoodies. The second Zoey pulls it over her head and it settles long and warm on her small frame, she relaxes a little. Breathing in deep, the smell of her girlfriend’s perfume lingering on the soft fabric makes her smile a little. She’s surprised she can smell at all, honestly, but grateful she can.

Next, she just shuffles out to the couch because the thought of walking all the way back to her room makes her whole body ache more than it already does. Zoey collapses with a congested sigh onto the big cushions, stretching herself out, pulling a throw over her legs, and burying her face into her soft plushie once more.

It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep again. And it also doesn’t take long for Rumi and Mira to finally return home.

When they both come through the door, Rumi a little excited after the meeting and the possibilities of being more open with her fans, and Mira clutching multiple bags of groceries, they pause immediately when they see Zoey flopped out on the couch.

It’s not abnormal for them to find her in strange sleeping positions, but there’s something about today that they both sense is off. Rumi’s first to step closer to investigate while Mira sets her bags down carefully on the expansive kitchen counter.

“Is that my hoodie?” Rumi murmurs to no one in particular when she notices the familiar color of one of her favorites practically swallowing Zoey’s frame. Mira joins a few seconds later and together they approach the couch quietly, aware of their sleeping girlfriend.

When they round to the front and finally see her face, both girls share a worried glance as they take in the scene. In an instant, Mira is kneeling on the ground, long, steady fingers coming up to graze Zoey’s flushed cheek while Rumi settles beside the sleeping girl on the wide cushion.

“Zoey?…agi?” Mira’s voice is almost a whisper, but it cuts through the other girl’s fever haze easily and Zoey immediately shifts with a small groan, eyes fluttering a little, opening just enough to register the pink haired girl in front of her before closing again.

“Mir? You’re back…?” The congestion and exhaustion to her words makes her girlfriends’ worry deepen. Even through her foggy thoughts, Zoey feels Mira’s soft, cool touch on her face, and moments later Rumi’s hand running slowly along her back. She leans into both of them instinctively.

“Yes, baby. Both of us.” Mira responds, gentle, concerned. Rumi leans a little closer, her free hand drifting to Zoey’s forehead. “Oh, ZoZo. You’re burning.” She hums softly, but the worry is still very much there.

“You should have told us, we would have come home sooner.” Mira takes a turn feeling the extra heat on Zoey’s forehead, frown deepening at how hot she is.

“Didn’ wanna bother y…” Zoey’s confession is cut off when both girls immediately shift closer. “Don’t even finish that sentence, sweet girl.” Rumi says, gaze soft but sharp.

“You could never bother us, agi. Never.” Mira adds with enough soft conviction that Zoey doesn’t try to argue. In fact, their words finally break through to her now, and those tears that had been waiting all day finally spill over just a little. “Oh love.” Rumi’s already scooping Zoey into her arms, marking sure the turtle plushie is secure, and holding her close and tight as Mira moves to settle next to them, joining the cuddle.

“We’re here now, Zo. You’re okay. Just let us take care of you this time, yeah?” Mira hums softly, adjusting the blankets and pressing a gentle kiss to Zoey’s temple.

Rumi kisses Zoey’s hair with a whispered, “sleep, baby. We’ve got you.” And Zoey melts even more into their hold, tucking her face into Rumi’s neck and letting out a relieved, tired sigh.

Maybe being sick isn’t so bad after all. When she finally lets herself be hold by the two girls who love her the most, she falls asleep easily this time, warm and safe and cared for.

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Feveruary Day 7 + Day 14— “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice?” + Falling Asleep in the Wrong Place— CaitVi

Yay! It may be short but I almost got it done before Valentine’s Day was over lol. This was in my drafts for an anon request from ages ago for “can we take a bath together?”. I thought it might go well with today’s prompt, so if you’re still out there anon I hope you enjoy! And happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you found something lovely about the day 🩵

Home Now

Vi lets out a deep sigh as she hangs her coat in a mindless, familiar motion after just getting home. One strong hand is curled gently around a bouquet of flowers. Pink carnations, red noses, and white baby’s breath all bundled together in neat brown paper and tied in a lavish bow.

She hated that she had to work today, being away from Caitlyn on Valentine’s Day was hard. She’d woken up before Cait for once, an early shift and Vi had carefully slipped out of bed, tucked the blankets back around her and kiss her multiple times before leaving. Then she spent the majority of the day thinking about her girlfriend and wishing she was home in her arms.

And now she’s finally home now, tired, but ready to curl up with Cait, kiss her senseless and maybe share a dessert after. Something rich and chocolate-y, Vi thinks to herself as she ventures further into the Kiramman mansion. Her shoulders relax and body loosens with every step she takes.

It’s certainly later than she’d planned to get home, but instead of looking for Cait in the bedroom or living room, she heads straight to the study because she knows her girl too well. Even at home, off the clock, Caitlyn will find some work to do anyways. She’d told Vi once that it actually relaxes her. That working lets her mind think about other things, and that she loves the problem solving aspect of it all.

Vi knocks softly on the study door before letting herself in. “Cait, honey? I’m home. Sorry it’s so late, but I…” She trails off as she surveys the room and immediately finds Cait sitting at her desk.

But she isn’t working. She’s…asleep? Instead of her usual impeccable posture, her girlfriend is slumped forward, head pillowed by her arms on the dark oaky grains, long dark hair spilling lightly onto a mess of papers.

Though what worries Vi the most when she approaches quietly are the crumples up tissues and even some scattered handkerchiefs littered across the desk and even overflowing onto the floor. Vi’s heart sinks immediately. Caitlyn’s sick. A harsh cold by the looks of it. Not to mention she’s absolutely crashed out and who knows for how long.

Vi crouches next to her, setting the flowers carefully on the floor, her eyes locked on Cait. She reached to move some hair from her face with a featherlight touch before cupping her cheek gently, thumb brushing her slightly too warm skin. She’s definitely running the beginnings of a fever, Vi frowns.

“Cait, baby. Wake up, love.” She hums softly but it’s enough and her girlfriend shifts a moment later, a small groan coming from her as she wakes, groggy and definitely congested if her immediate sniffle is anything to go by.

“Hmm…Vi?” Cait murmurs, voice low and rough. Vi nods, gaze softening even more. “Yeah. Not feeling to great huh?” She asks gently and it’s Cait’s turn to nod.

Vi offers a sympathetic frown, leaning up to kiss her forehead. “Let’s get you in bed then. You’ll hurt your neck sleeping like this.” She stands and offers her hands out for her girl.

Caitlyn stands slowly, leaning heavily against Vi’s solid frame, her exhaustion evident. “Can we take a bath together? I feel gross.” Caitlyn asks, surprising Vi a little, but a soft smile spreads moments later.

“Of course love.” Vi immediately, slowly, lovingly leads Cait to the bathroom, runs the bath and helps her undress, reverent and tender.

She can’t help the way her gaze is solely focused on her girlfriend once her clothes are off. Even sick and sniffly, flushed and feverish, she’s the most stunning woman she’s ever seen. Cait notices Vi’s admiration with a soft smile, her chest warming with the intimacy of it all.

“Vi?” Cait rasps, effectively snapping her girlfriend out of it. The Zaunite smiles softly.

“Sorry, love. You’re just so beautiful.” Vi hums, simple, sweet, still not taking her eyes of Caitlyn, though now her gaze is more focused, her hand reaching out reverently to guide Cait into the warm tub.

She follows, settling herself behind her so Caitlyn can lean back against her chest and just relax. Vi kisses the nape of her neck as the sniffly girl sighs. “Better?” Vi hums softly and Cait nods against her.

“It’s lovely. Thank you, Violet. For everything.” Her accent is soft, extra sweet when she’s sleepy and congested. She twists slightly in the water to place a lingering, grateful kiss to Vi’s collarbone. The Zaunite’s arms wrap a little more securely around her.

“I’ve got you, Cait. Always.” She murmurs, soft, sincere. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling Violet.”

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hey there, can we do an arcane post s2 where jinx comes back to her partner being down with a head cold?

First time writing post s2 Jinx! Hope it’s alright and sorry that it’s a little on the short side!

CW: slight mentions of past trauma, general anxiety

Silence is Never Good

Unlocking the door to your small shared apartment, Jinx is met with an unusually quiet space. Normally the two of you have something happening, whether it be her tinkering, your art projects, or just general music playing from any one of the various speakers strewn around the apartment, there’s always plenty of sounds to be heard.

You like it like that, and so does Jinx. Music and sounds have always been a comfort to her and she hates being in places that are too quiet. Like right now. The silence rings through her ears like it’s yelling at her to be noticed. Worry twists in her chest. For her, silence never means anything good.

“Y/n?” Jinx is quick to call your name, her voice bouncing eerily off the walls in a way that has her heart speeding up when she doesn’t get an answer.

She tries to calm herself down, using the breathing techniques you’ve been helping her work on recently, but they get trapped in her chest as she starts checking all over the apartment for you. Kitchen? No. Couch? No. Your art studio corner? No.

No what…what if… No she can’t let herself go off the rails. Either you’re here somewhere or there’s some other reasonable explanation for the silence and in a moment you’ll come strolling through the door perfectly fine, the little ball of sunshine you always seem to be.

Wait… Jinx realizes she hasn’t even checked everywhere yet, she’d gotten so caught up in her fear of you being hurt or gone she completely forgot about the bedroom! As if on cue, the second she turns the knob to your shared bedroom, she’s met with an abnormally dark room, and two soft sneezes that seem to be muffled into a pillow.

Jinx lets out a sigh. You’re here. You’re okay…well, maybe not okay, but okay. “Y/n?” She calls out gently as she makes her way further into the room, towards the you shaped lump on the bed.

“Jinx?” You rasp quietly into the dark as the familiar silhouette of your girlfriend emerges from the shadows. “Hey, hey, what’s up, love?” She crouches next to the bed, her brows immediately furrowing as her eyes lay on your current state. To put it plainly, you look miserable.

“I was worried, toots. It was so quiet, so…” She trails off when you start coughing into the blankets. Immediately she’s up and jumping onto the bed next to you, one hand rubbing your back while the other helps you sit up.

You lean back against her when your fit is over, your body slumping into her comforting embrace. “I’ss ‘kay, Jinx. ‘M here.” You croak out, your words a mix of your fever-slurred tongue and your sore, scratchy throat. The sound of it makes Jinx’s heart sink further. You also sound miserable.

“M sorry for scaring you.” You whisper as she reaches her arm towards the side table to feel around for a glass of water.

“Shhh, don’t worry about me sweets. Here.” Your girlfriend hands you a cup and you take it gratefully and quickly down a few large gulps of the cool liquid. It momentarily soothes your throat just enough to get some slight relief and you sigh as you hand it back to her.

Jinx holds you a little tighter as you shift a little to lay down more against her and you feel the blankets being pulled up closer to your chin. Your body shakes involuntarily and a moment later your girlfriend’s gentle palm is resting against your blazing forehead. She tsks at the heat she feels.

“How’d you get sick so fast huh?” She murmurs more to herself than to you as she starts running her fingers through your hair. Her normal light raspy voice abnormally soft as she gazes down at you. When she’d left only a couple hours earlier you hadn’t seemed at all sick. Maybe you were good at hiding it, but maybe it just hit you fast. You just hum against her in response, your eyelids heavy as they drift closed.

You feel completely utterly awful, but now that Jinx is home, things don’t seem so bad anymore. “How long have you felt bad love?” She wonders and waits patiently while you think a moment. Confusion settles on her expression when you don’t answer, but she quickly understands when she feels your breath hitch slightly a few seconds later.

“Nuhhnu’schhhuhh!” One sneeze is stifled against her shirt and she can’t help but smile down at you as you sniffle afterwards and let out a congested groan. “Ugh…sorry babe.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. “It’s okay, bless you.” Jinx shrugs and gently kisses your hair She really doesn’t mind, its you after all, plus you’re kinda cute all sickly and messy like this.

“Wha’d wads your question?” You rasp quietly, turning to look up at Jinx. “Doesn’t matter.” She hums. “Let’s just focus on getting ya better huh?” She leans down and places a light kiss to your rosy pink nose. The delicate action sends a shiver down your spine and you barely have time to turn away before you release a harsh triple into the blankets.

Jinx can’t help but chuckle slightly at what she’d accidentally done. “Why bless you!” She exclaims and you glare up at her but in your current state you’re no more menacing than a baby bunny. You sniff loudly against your runny nose and before she can react, You’re burying your face into her shirt blowing your nose right into the soft fabric.

“Ugh! Gross!” She whines as she squirms a little at your sudden retaliation but you can hear the smile in her tone. She isn’t sure quite why she doesn’t care, but your germs don’t bother her, in fact your cold seems to have sparked a little fire in her stomach, but well, that’s a problem for later.

“Thad’s for makding me sneeze.” You pout up at her and she rolls her eyes. “Hey! I didn’t mean to…but those were kinda cute, maybe we should try that again?” She smirks as her face inches closer to your’s which is now flushed deeper, beyond that of just a fever.

For a moment the tension hangs in the air, but then Jinx leans back. The dark red of your cheeks reminding her this isn’t the time for anything too fun. You’re sick and miserable, so she’ll settle for just taking care of you for now.

“Is there anything you need love?” You blink up at her, taken aback by the sudden changes in mood. You shuffled impossibly closer into her hold and clear your throat. “Jus’ you.”

Jinx smiles softly. “Don’t worry, toots. You’ve always got me.” You let your eyes slip closed once more as you let your exhaustion take over and your mind drifts to the soothing way her hands are playing with your hair and running along your back.

It doesn’t take long for your breathing to even out as you rest comfortably in your favorite person’s arms.

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Feveruary Day 16–“Is it just me or is it really warm in here?”— Fem!reader x Kara Danvers/Supergirl

“Hey.” Your girlfriend speaks softly as she gently bumps her hip to yours. The two of you were standing in front of the sink, washing dishes together after breakfast. It was Saturday morning and after sleeping in, you shared a lazy morning with Kara, content in savoring the abnormal quiet day where her Supergirl duties are set aside for time with you.

As much as Kara loved days like these, she couldn’t help but notice something was off with you today. She just doesn’t know what.

“Yeah, love?” You turn to look at her and your eyes fall upon wide puppy dog eyes and the infamous small crinkle that forms between her brows whenever shes worried. “You alright? You seem quiet today.” The blond asks, hoping not to sound too over-observative .

You muster up the most convincing smile you can. “I’m fine, baby. Just tired. It’s been a long week.” You murmur, hoping she doesn’t see through you too easily. You went to bed last night feeling a bit off but not terrible and this morning you woke up feeling the tell tale signs of cold starting to settle into your achy body. A small headache, slight sniffle, and a gentle rasp in your throat that throbbed anytime you spoke or swallowed.

Kara nods and turns to put the last dish away, but when she looks at you again, her puppy-dog eyes are still very much present. “Really Kar, I’m okay. Promise.” You assure her, reaching up to gently place your finger to her forehead crinkle, effectively making it soften.

She smiles at your soft touch. “How about we stay in today? Cuddles and a movie marathon?” She offers excitedly and you find your lips turning up into a genuine smile, beaming at your adorable girlfriend. Kara’s always extra cute when she gets excited about things she loves.

You look out the window to see a steady rain start to fall from the dark puffy clouds. A perfect storm for Kara’s movie plans. “Sounds perfect.” You hum and Kara makes a happy squeal as she effortlessly picks you up, gently throwing you over her shoulder as she runs for the couch.

When she plops you down you immediately grab her waist and pull her down into your lap, wrapping your arms around her as you both start laughing. However, your moment of joy is interrupted when a harsh shiver runs down your spine, and despite a piercing cold chill it sends, you find yourself feeling a rush of heat flow to your cheeks.

Kara sensing the sudden shift immediately crawls out of your lap, switching into protective girlfriend mode as she gazes at you once more with a worried smile. You however aren’t paying attention, your eyes closing momentarily as you tug at the collar of your shirt.

“Is it just me or is it really warm in here?”

Her brows furrow deeply at your words and you look up to see her ocean blue eyes observing you intently, a loving tenderness hidden behind the intensity. Momentarily, Kara can’t tell if you have a fever as a heavy pink blush rushes to your cheeks. Not a second later her cool palm is pressed against your forehead and you let out a small sigh of relief at the fleeting sensation of bliss that her soft touch brings.

“fine, huh? You’ve got a fever, y/n.” You can see as she immediately shifts into ‘protective girlfriend mode’ as you like to call it. You can’t think of a reply so she continues. “When did you start feeling sick? Why didn’t you tell me, love?” Kara tries not to look too hurt but you know she is anyways.

“I’m sorry, Kar. I only started feeling off last night and by then I just wanted to go to sleep, and today I thought I could ignore it…I guess it’s a little worse than I thought. I’m sorry.” You repeat and Kara listens while you go off into a slight rant, her hand now resting gently on your flushed face as you speak. She lets out a little sigh.

“It’s okay, I’m just more worried about you than anything. I’m glad we decided on a day in.” She smiles softly and you feel forgiven even though you know Kara would say there’s nothing to be sorry for. She pulls you in so you’re cuddled against her side and she cradles your head to her chest.

“Is there anything I can do that will make you feel better ?” She asks sweetly and you shake your head against her, really all you need is your girlfriend, well any maybe some fever reducers, but you’ll take those later.

“Not even if I flew to Sweden and brought back your favorite cinnamon buns?” Kara asks knowingly and your head perks up at her offer. “I mean…we just ate breakfast, but I’ll never say no to that!” The idea of having your favorite treat does indeed make you feel a little better, at least your mood does. Kara chuckles lightly at your adorable excitement.

“Then wait no more! I’ll be 30 minutes tops.” She promises, getting up from the couch and changing into her super suit faster than you can blink. “Hurry back.” You hum against her lips when she leans down to kiss you softly. “I will.” She calls to you, walking backwards towards the window. “Speedy is practically my middle name!” You laugh at her impossibly cheesy words.

With that she Kara opens the window, letting a chilly gust of wind ruffle the curtains as she flies away, leaving you to curl up under a blanket on the couch as you turn on the tv, searching for something to binge when Kara gets back. True to her word, not even half an hour later, you hear the click of her boots on the floor and no sooner is she in front of you, presenting you with a box of sticky, cinnamon-y goodness.

You glance from the box to her face, her skin and hair are dripping with water from flying in the rain but she doesn’t seem to notice or care as she beams proudly at you. “New record I think!” She chimes and you stifle a laugh, amusement all over your expression. “Kara, hon…the carpet.” You point out and she looks down to see a puddle of water pooling onto the carpet from her cape.

“Oh right! One sec.” The box is left in your hands as she speeds away with a whoosh and returns moments later, hair tied up in a loose braid with sweatpants and a cozy sweater both dry and warm. She joins you back on the couch, taking the treats from you as you cuddle right up to her, burning your face in her neck.

Kara frowns when she feels the amount of heat radiating off you. Barely half hour since she left you and your fevers’ already much worse. “Baby.” She hums, holding you tight and pressing a kiss to your hair. “Did you take any meds yet?” She asks and when you say no, she’s immediately gone and you can hear her rustling through the cabinets for the Tylenol.

She returns with the small bottle and a big glass of cool water, handing both to you so you can take the recommended amount. You close your eyes as the cold water soothes your aching throat and when you open them, she’s disappeared again, though of course she’s back just seconds later. “Here babygirl.” Kara hums, sitting down so you can curl up on her as she pulls a thin throw blanket over your shoulders.

A moment later you feel relief when Kara presses a cold cloth to your forehead and it isn’t long before a movie is agreed upon and the two of you have made a large dent in the box of cinnamon buns. With your fever kept at bay, the sound of the rain pattering against the windows, and the feeling of Kara’s breath beneath you, all it takes is her fingers running through your hair for you to pretty much immediately drift off into a much needed nap.

“Feel better love.” Kara hums, placing a light kiss to your hair when she feels your breathing even out and your body relax even further against hers.

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Hii friend! can you do prompt 20 for Kara x sick reader? Only if you feel like it, no rush at all! 🩷

Thanks for the prompt @trulysapphic ! 🫶 Finally got it written lol, I hope you enjoy! (Also sorry it’s a bit short, always more than happy to write a part two if ppl want!)

Supergirl/Kara Danvers x fem!Reader—“You sound like you’re catching a cold.”

The Perks of Dating a Superhero

“Babe you almost ready? They’ll be here any second!” Kara calls out gently across the loft as she puts the final touches on the dining room table.

It’s just a simple dinner with Alex and Eliza, but Kara is still anxious for everything to be perfect. You haven’t gotten together in a while so she’s excited to have you all hanging out and catching up.

“Right here, love.” You come up beside her, kissing her cheek as your hand rests on her shoulder.

Kara turns to smile brightly at you. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she gently tugs you closer and pulls you in for a proper kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, tasting vaguely like strawberries and you find yourself melting into her.

A knock at the door interrupts you two a moment later and you clear your throat as you pull back with a slight blush. Even after years of dating, Kara still manages to get you flustered so easily. Must be her Kryptonian charm. You have just enough time to collect yourself before Alex opens the door, inviting herself in with a wine bottle in one hand a small boxed cheesecake in the other.

You chuckle softly because it’s very on brand for her, though it momentarily catches in your throat, and you let out a small cough then wince slightly as you swallow. The action causing your throat to feel tight and slightly off. You just need some water.

You don’t think much of it, probably some dust or something catching in your throat but Kara turns to you, a slight frown plastered on her face that fades as quickly as it appears because you send her a reassuring smile and Eliza enters the apartment seconds later, effectively pulling your blonde’s attention from you as she goes to greet her adoptive mom.

You’re quickly swept up into the energy of the night as you all catch up on your lives—Eliza on her latest research, you on your latest cases, and Alex and Kara on their agent/hero duties (which they do their best to downplay as to not worry their mom too much), though Eliza knows they can take care of themselves.

The dinner is delicious, but you find yourself eating a little less than normal. You don’t notice one bit, but of course Kara does and she makes a mental note to check in on you later. Right now you’re laughing with her family and she wants to stay in the moment.

Her concern returns later though, when you pass on a slice of cheesecake. You love cheesecake. You claim it’s because you already treated yourself to something sweet on the way home from work and you’re full from dinner. You aren’t lying, she knows because you brought her one as well, but it’s weird for you to pass on treats when she’s pretty sure you have an even bigger sweet tooth than her.

“Hey love.” You feel your girlfriend’s familiar embrace as she wraps you in a gentle hug from behind as you finish up the last of the dishes from dinner. Alex and Eliza have left and it’s back to just the two of you in Kara’s cozy loft. Kara always offers to do the dishes with her superspeed but you usually decline, you like the mundaneness of the simple task. Living a life with a superhero girlfriend has its perks, which is why you sometimes take pleasure in the normal things.

“Hi baby.” You hum, smiling softly to yourself as you lean back into her unwavering hold and she kisses your shoulder. “Tonight was nice” You add after a moment of the two of you just enjoying the quiet together.

“It was. Thank you for cooking, it was so delicious baby.” She murmurs against your neck, her voice sweet like honey, placing a few soft kisses where you’re most sensitive. A shiver runs down your spine, but the sensation somehow does more than just make your heart beat a little faster and suddenly you’re having to pull away as your nose tingles and your breath hitches.

Kara watches in slight confusion before she realizes and her hand is gently on your back as you muffle two heavy sneezes into your elbow. You sniff harshly.

“Ble..” Kara starts but you hold up a finger, your eyes fluttering as your nose teases you again. You’re not done, it seems muffling had the adverse effect, only encouraging your nose to sneeze again.

“Nuhhh…hSHshhtshhh! Hhuhh’Tschoo! ‘chShiiew!” You catch the sneezes in your shirt, letting them out with full force. You rub your nose against your sleeve and internally wince at the wet trail it leaves.

“Oh bless you love!” Kara is taken a little by surprise and you can only sniffle again as you get your bearings. The dish towel you had been holding was now on the floor but neither of you cared. Ever the protective girlfriend she is, Kara immediately gently turns you to face her, putting the back of her hand to your forehead to check for fever.

“Are you feeling alright babe? You sound like you’re catching a cold.” She worries, concern etched deeply in her expression. You lean into her cool touch. “Dunno, maybe.” You shrug slightly and Kara takes note of your tone which is already littered with congestion after just a few sneezes. She hums.

“How about we take a hot shower? That might help, then early bed?” She proposes and you offer a grateful smile. “That sound wonderful, Kar.”

Your girlfriend beams at you, though you can still see the worry in her ocean blue eyes, and she takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom.

You sit on the closed toilet seat while Kara gets the shower going and once it’s running at a nice hot but not too hot temperature, she prompts you to get in while she goes to collect two extra fluffy towels and set out your favorite pjs on the bed.

When you step into the steamy shower, you feel as if every cell in your body releases a sigh. The hot water soothes an ache in your bones that you hadn’t even realized was there and you relax even further a minute later when your girlfriend joins you under the stream and holds your back against her chest. She kissed your shoulder, similar to earlier, but this time it’s more tender, sweet, with no further intentions than to just have you close and provide you with comfort.

“Any better?” She hums over the rush and pattering of water on the shower floor and you nod and she kisses you again. The two of you stand for a while, taking turns in the hot water and never letting go of your gentle hold on each other. Kara washes your hair, taking her time as she runs her fingers through your hair and massages your scalp. Your heart beats slow and steady, completely at peace under the tender touch of your girl.

Eventually, Kara can tell you’re getting tired when you yawn a few times and the two of you quickly wrap up your shower. Soon you’re both settled on your shared bed, both in fresh pjs, and you’re sitting cross-legged on top of the duvet while Kara sits behind you, running your brush through your wet hair. After brushing it out, she dries it with your hair dryer and you revel in the feeling of the warm hair on the back of your neck and Kara’s fingers running along your scalp.

When she’s done, she offers to braid your hair and you accept, the two of you exchanging sweet nothing as she works through your long strands.

“How are you feeling, baby?” She asks when you both finally settle down under the covers and she pulls you close in her arms. She kisses your forehead, relieved when it’s still of normal temperature.

“Tired, I guess. My throats a little sore.” You murmur as you gaze into her bright loving eyes. Kara offers you a sympathetic pout before leaning in to press those soft pink lips against yours.

“Poor love.” She murmurs in between soft kisses to your lips, cheeks, anywhere on your face she can reach. You revel in the way her touch both comforts and sparks something in you though you’re quickly turning away a few moments later.

“Kara! You’ll get sick.” You pout up at her but she only smirks in response.

“My love…” her voice is smooth as silk and she lets out a small chuckle, the sound tinkling in your ears like a wind chime on a sunny day. She kisses your lips once more, with a little extra passion for emphasis as she murmurs against you, “…I can’t get sick, not from you.” She reminds softly.

You blush slightly. “Oh right, superpowers.” The small chuckle you let out at your own forgetfulness quickly turns into a yawn. Kara simply smiles at you.

“You tired baby?” She hums, running her hands through your hair.

You shrug sheepishly, “maybe a little.”

Your girlfriend just pulls you closer into her arms and you tuck your head against her chest. You feel her kiss your hair before resting her chin atop your head.

“Let’s rest then, mhm? If you are getting sick, which I’m pretty sure you are, you’ll need some good sleep.” She says into your hair and you smile softly as you begin to close your eyes and settle even more into the comfy bed.

“Yeah, maybe we can kick this cold to the moon asap.” You agree and Kara hums softly at your words, knowing that probably won’t be the case. As soon as you start getting sick, you always end up sick, there’s no trying to kick it early. That’s just always how you’ve been.

“A kick to the moon? And I thought I was the one with superpowers.” She jokes lightly before adding, “what do you want for breakfast, love?”

You think a moment, your thoughts becoming slow as your body gets more and more relaxed. “Hmm whatever you want baby.” Your reply is punctuated with another yawn.

“Oh well in that case, I’m thinking I’ll surprise you…strawberries from Rome? Pastries from Paris? You’ll just have to find out I suppose.” She teases lightly and your heart warms because both of those are your favorites. Damn Kryptonian knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Ya know you don’t have to fly halfway around the world to get me breakfast?” You giggle and Kara huffs.

“Donuts and coffee from Noonan’s it is then.”

“Wait wait…I mean those strawberries sound pretty tempting.” You know she’s joking about Noonan’s, but you do want those strawberries. Kara hugs you a little tighter.

“I guess the surprise is no longer then. Strawberries it is.” She hums and turns out the light so you can both fall asleep.

You may not be feeling the best, but you’re in the best care possible. Just being in your loving girlfriend’s arms would be enough for you…but dating a superhero has its perks. And whether it be dishes at super speed, the strongest immune system in the world, strawberries from Rome, or just her simple caring touch, you fall asleep easily knowing you’re the luckiest girl on the planet because of her.

[sunshinesickies]

Based on this request: Powder is very clingy when she's sick so the reader takes care of her and don't mind Powder sneezing on her, if you can do it please

Thank you for the prompt anon!! Also…yay!! My first powder fic! I love her so much.

AU Powder x fem!reader

CW: brief mentions of familial loss/death

Germs And All

“Here you go, love.” You kiss the top of your girlfriend’s head as you approach the couch she’s cuddled up on and hand her a steaming cup of tea, lots of lemon and honey of course.

“Thank you beautiful.” Powder hums as she gratefully cups the warm mug in both hands for a moment before bringing the rim to her lips and taking a hesitant sip. It’s just hot enough to soothe her aching throat, but not too hot that it burns. A soft smile laces her lips. “It’s perfect.”

You smile in return, happy to be doting on your cold-ridden girlfriend. She’d started feeling off a couple days ago and yesterday you’d finally convinced her to take it easy and in return, you promised to stay by her side until she got better.

You turn to make your way back to the small kitchen in the other room but you quickly pause with an amused smile a moment later when Powder tugs at your shirt before you can even take a step. “Wait! Where’re going?” She pouts up at you, brows knit and blue eyes wide.

You crouch down to meet her gaze and bring a gentle hand to the side of her cheek, resting it there as you speak. She’s a little warmer than usual, but not too much so you’ll worry about that later if she develops more of a fever.

“I’m going to make you lunch, remember? You ask softly and her eyes glance towards the floor as she frowns slightly.

You can feel her mood shifting, and you have a pretty good idea as to why, but still, you wait a moment, your thumb brushing along her skin before you hum, “what’s up Pow?” You prompt ever so lightly. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into your soothing touch.

“Stay.” She pleads and your heart pangs right then and there for her.

Since losing both her parents and sister at such a young age, she vowed not to let anything happen to anyone else she loves, especially you. Which means sometimes, especially when she’s not feeling well, like now, she gets a little extra anxious about you going anywhere, even if it’s just the other room.

“I’m just going to the kitchen, I’ll be right back. You need to eat something baby.” You explain gently but she just shakes her head slightly. “Please? I-I don’t want you to go.” Her lip quivers slightly and the sight breaks your heart.

“Shhh. It’s okay love. I’m not going anywhere, but you need to eat or you’ll only feel worse, hmm?” You try again brushing a stray tear from her cheek. Powder just grabs your wrist and holds onto you tightly as she sniffles and turns away to muffle a cough into the blanket she’s curled up under.

“How ‘bout you come with me? We’ll make it together.” You propose, running your hand along her back as her fit settles down. To this she nods and you offer a comforting smile. “Bring your tea.” You remind as you stand up and wait for her to remove herself from the couch.

You can’t help but smile widely when she meets you by the door, blanket draped around her shoulders, bright hair mused from lying down, and mug of tea in hands. Every day you marvel at how lucky you are to have her in your life and sometimes you’re just not sure how it’s possible for someone to be this freaking adorable.

With your arm around her waist and her head leaning against your shoulder, the two of you make your way to the adjoining kitchen. You prompt Powder to sit at the table with her tea then you make your way over to cabinets. “Chicken noodle or tomato soup?”

Your girlfriend coughs, taking a sip of her tea then murmurs, “tomato please.” You nod silently and grab a can of tomato purée and start looking for the other ingredients to whip together a homemade batch of soup. “Grilled cheese?” You add with a knowing tone.

“Yes!” Powder exclaims happily and you smile at her love for grilled cheese. The classic combination is her comfort meal and you end up making it every time she’s down or under the weather.

You work quietly, the only sounds are that of your cooking and the occasional soft sniffles or coughs coming from your sick girlfriend. She watches you with tired eyes as she slumps against the table.

You’re putting freshly chopped onions and garlic into the simmering tomato base when you hear her take a sharp breath. She hitches softly for a few moments before sneezing into the blanket around her shoulders.

“Nnghh'shhuhh! Heh'TSHhuhh! ‘Tsshchhuu!”

“Bless you babes.” You hum as you hand her a few napkins, they’re not as soft as tissues but they’ll do for the moment. She mumbles a “thagdks” before blowing her nose and you turn back to your cooking to give her some semblance of privacy.

“Poor love.” You hum from the stove, heart aching for how tired she sounds. “After lunch you’re resting in bed okay?” Your tone is soft but leaving no room for argument.

“S’long as you’re with me, toots.” Powder replies, her voice suddenly louder and you let out a small oomph as she suddenly hugs you from behind, throwing her arms around your waist and burying her face into your shoulder.

“Whatcha doing love?” Your tone is light and sweet. “You said we’d make it together.” She pouts into your shoulder and you chuckle lightly, “I did didn’t I?” Powder hums against your shirt as she leans more against you, letting your effortlessly hold up most of her weight.

You reach one arm behind you and gently pat your own waist, “well I have to move to finish, so up you go.”

You steady a hand against the counter as she follows your request and jumps up onto your back, wrapping her legs tightly around your middle and clinging to you like a koala as she resumes her position of resting her head to your shoulder. This is how you finish making her meal, with her holding on tightly, and you murmur soft nothings to her as you start on the grilled cheese.

It’s not long before you feel the familiar sensation her breath hitching as her chest quickly rises and falls against your back. You’ve long since accepted the facts that when your girlfriend’s sick, she incredibly clingy, always needing to touch you, and that she doesn’t give a shit whether she sneezes or coughs on you. You don’t mind. You’re just glad to be there for her, even if that means becoming her own personal tissue.

“Huhh-nuhh’Shhhuu! Ahhh’Chschoo! ‘Tshhchheww!” She muffles the sneezes into your shirt and you feel the spot grow slightly wet under her mess. “Bless you love.” You hum simply as she sniffles against you.

A moment later she shifts her face and her forehead briefly meets the uncovered skin on your neck. You frown to yourself, she’s considerably warmer than she was not even twenty minutes ago. “How’re feeling, Pow?” You ask as you plate the grilled cheese and pour the soup into a bowl, adding a spoon and sprinkle of herbs for good measure.

Powder lets out a half whine, half groan. “Nodt great.” She mumbles and clings slightly tighter to you as you slowly make your way, tray of food in hand towards your shared bedroom. You hum sympathetically as you set the tray down on the side table. “M’sorry you feel so lousy baby.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and Powder flops dramatically off of your back with an exaggerated huff and you have to stifle a laugh. She may feel crappy, but she’s still your Powder, and you love every dramatic inch of her. “Eat. Then we’ll rest okay?” You put a hand to her cheek as she settles herself into a sitting position against the headboard.

You sit on the edge of the bed again, this time, picking up the tray and holding it steady as you reposition yourself in front of your girlfriend. You’ve long since both sit cross-legged and you set the tray down between you. Her eyes light up when she properly sees the food for the first time and as tired as she is, she immediately digs in—it is her favorite after all, and you always know exactly how to make it just the way she likes.

It doesn’t take her long to finish and soon enough, the tray is back on the side table (she won’t let you take it back to the kitchen yet as she doesn’t want you to leave her sight), and you’re now both cuddled up under the cozy blankets. Powder’s arms were immediately holding tight to your waist the second you’d sat down with her and you’re currently running your fingers along her back as she rests her face against your side, both your arms are also wrapped around her.

You’d wanted to check her temperature but like taking a quick trip to the kitchen, taking a quick trip to the bathroom to find the thermometer wasn’t something she’d wanted you to do, and you didn’t want to argue. So for now, you’re content to just let her rest, she really does need it. But you’d made her promise that if her fever rises even a bit, she has to let you actually check it.

“Comfy?” You murmur as she releases a deep sigh and you can feel her body start to relax into your hold and the soft mattress beneath you. She mumbles something incoherent into your shirt and you smile softly, taking it as a yes.

“Hey y/n?” Your girlfriend looks up at you a few minutes later. You hum for her to continue. “Thanks for t-tahh…Hhht’khschh!…hh’kHSchhh!—hhnu’Shhchoo!!…tadking cared of mehd.” Powder quickly ducks into your side to half-muffle a harsh sneezing fit against you.

“Bless you, Pow.” You lean down to kiss her hair as she sniffles against her hand which is rubbing her pink nose. She lets out an exhausted and congested sigh after blowing her nose into a tissue you’d had ready for her the second you’d felt her hitch against you. “Heh, sorry toots. You uh, might want to change your shirt.” She mumbles slightly embarrassed but you make no effort to move in the slightest, only continuing your gentle ministrations on her back.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it love. And you don’t need to thank me. I’m always here for you, germs and all.” You chuckle slightly but your tone was completely loving and sincere. Powder squeezes you tighter and her eyes flutter closed.

“Hmm, I love you.” She whispers and you can tell she’s moments from sleep by the way her breath is even and her voice so tenderly light.

“I love you too Pow, now just rest. I’ve got ya baby.”