Pairing: Jake Lockley x GN reader
Word count: 1.2K
Warnings: Reader has POTS, mentions of POTS feelings, dizziness, reader has no physical description, mobility aids mention, not proofread. Just fluff with Jake!
A/N: I know it's not a Jake gif, it annoys me too but... I've used the same one like three times now. This is a Sickcember fic for the dizzy hotties 🫶This is my first solo Jake fic but I have more Moon Knight fics here! Please let me know what you think, hope you all enjoy it! Comments and reblogs appreciated 🫶
You’d spent the morning working from home, well working from bed. But isn’t that what everyone did when they sent a message to say they’d be working from home? They’d then just quickly brush their hair and put a shirt on when a Teams call came through, pajama bottoms conveniently out of frame.
While others were in the office or at a home desk you were stretched out in bed with your laptop on you, throughout the day you’d started to recline back more in bed until you were almost fully lying down, you’d been consistently sipping on your water bottle but you still felt like it wasn’t making much of a difference. Your head was plagued with dizziness.
Jake had been out for most of the morning, he’d left for work well before you’d woken up but he was now home. You’d heard him in the kitchen and he was now quietly tinkering around. Jake was good at moving around silently and giving you no distractions when you worked remotely. Something that was good and bad, it made it harder to procrastinate on the clock.
With a sigh, you reach your hand into the nightstand and pull out a pair of compression socks, knowing that’ll help with your heart rate at least. You shouldn’t be surprised that you were feeling rough today, yesterday had been a busy day with lots of moving around. After long days with lots of moving and standing around, the following days would be rough and you’d end up in a POTS flare up, needing to spend what felt like was at least triple it just to recover and be a bit more human..
After a while you start to sit up, blinking as you wait for the room to feel less like it's spinning before you try to stand up. You walk slowly with the rollator, walking closer to the wall to create a sense of bracing yourself against it. You keep taking small and slow steps while holding onto the rollator handles, having to pause often.
Jake’s head turns to look at you as he hears the soft sound of the rollator and your footsteps come into the living area, his brow furrows and his eyebrows drop almost comically low. He immediately notices you’re not feeling well, he can hear and see it in each of your little, cautious, measured steps.
“Amor?” He steps closer.
“Just a little dizzy and…I’m just walking to the couch.” You sigh and Jake nods.
“Yeah, have you had your meds?” He asks and you nod as he walks alongside you with a hand on the middle of your back and watches you as you walk over to the couch and then sit down. “Just sit and rest, I’ll-I’ll get you some water.”
“I can-”
“No, stay there.” He says before you can even say anything, you sigh and close your eyes as you rest your head against the cushion again. He watches you and then walks over to the kitchen counter.
He was an extremely protective man, he always took your POTS episodes very seriously while he hated seeing you faint and at times injure yourself, he always somehow handled it perfectly. He knew exactly what to do and immediately went into protective, supportive partner mode. You were sure he kept a mental checklist of all the things to do.
Jake moved around, watching you every few seconds to see if you were still conscious and the look on your face. He was fiercely protective and he took his role of supporting you during flare ups, very seriously. He brings the fan over and puts it right next to your face as you lie on the couch. It’s more in your face and you tilt your head to look at him.
In the kitchen, Jake opens a cupboard to get your electrolyte sachets out and a large water bottle. He fills the bottle up with cold water, adding a couple of the flavoured electrolyte sachets and stirring them in, he looks over his shoulder at you.
“Alive, amor?” He calls out as his eyes watch your still figure.
“Yes…” You say as the room spins. He smiles as you chuckle and then screws the lid onto the water bottle.
Jake comes over with the water bottle and hands it to you, you take a generous sip, immediately picking up that he’d used your favourite flavour of the electrolyte sachets. The flavouring somehow takes away from the usual powderiness of most sachet drinks that make you want to gag.
“Thank you, Jake.” You offer him an appreciative smile and he gives you a charming wink.
“Fan?” He asks even though he’s already carried it to stand near your face and by the time you’ve said yes please he’s already plugged it in. You let out a small chuckle at that and adjust slightly to better face the fan in the most comfortable position.
“If it’s not too much, could I have a cucumber-”
“The usual? Yes.” He chuckles, shaking his head and you nod. Jake watches your cute smile and presses a kiss to your forehead and then goes to the kitchen to open the fridge.
Jake prepares your signature cucumber with salt POTS recovery snack. He thinks about your other go-to POTS snacks and pick-me-ups, picking everything out of the fridge and cupboard that he knows is high in sodium and not something you’ll find nauseating. He’s an expert now after all, he’s taken his role of the supportive partner of the most gorgeous human seriously.
“There we go, mi vida.” He says as he hands you your holy grail salted cucumber and assortment of other snacks. The lightheadedness and brain fog still cloud over your body but as you look at the platter he’s made, you smile at how thoughtful and practical he is.
“Why not just a pickle, why not ever a pickle, cariño?” He asked as he sat down on the couch next to you. Jake gently rubbed your knee as you leaned against him and he watched you nibble on the cucumber with salt.
“I mean… If you’re offering, I would never say no to pickles.” You reply after swallowing a bite of the salty cucumber, it was the perfect POTS snack. A hill you’d die on.
“You want me to get you some?” He asks with a chuckle and a big, perfect, goofy smile on his face that warms your fatigued heart up.
“I’m okay for now, stay, sit with me, please? Thank you though.” You smile and squeeze his warm hand gently as you take another bite of the cucumber and he smiles adoringly.
Jake nods and slowly lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your hand. He spends the rest of the day with you, sitting with you, happily running around for you and trying to constantly pamper you and have you drink what feels like a million electrolyte sachets worth of water.
