#x sick reader

[nutmegcryptid]

The Sniffles (๑-﹏-๑)

pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader notes: could you tell i was sick while writing this? the flu is a bitch. hence why the story is abt being sick and also kinda short. enjoy the drabble ig lol, it's all my achy breaky heart can manage haha word count: 1.2k tags: you guessed it ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, dean is pushy about kisses and physical affection, very sick!reader, dean is so deeply in love holy guacomole, illness is described in detailed, he kinda mama birds reader a drink which is a little gross but i was in the zone when i wrote it so was too lazy to change it later lol, sexual implications, fluff

divider by @pixopix

"How're you doing, bed bug?" Dean grinned, peeking his head around the corner of the doorway. He'd been hearing you sniffling from your shared bed all goddamn morning, and it was torture. Not only because he didn't like the thought of you in discomfort and more than your usual 'extremely concerned boyfriend,' but also because he was being made supremely aware of the fact you were in his presence while also making sure he knows he's forbidden from touching you.

"Bad." A cough. "Why?" Another cough. God, you felt like you were gonna vomit; every cough rattled around your lungs like you were about to hack one up. The noise clattered like a coin shaking back and forth in your windpipe.

"Oh, suddenly a guy can't care about his girl when she's sick?" Dean mumbled, taking a step into the bedroom, shutting the door before walking the rest of the way to your bed.

"Dean, Dean, don't, I'm sick," you whined, voice cracking, pulling the blanket over your sick mouth to stifle another couple of coughs and protect your sweet-but-so-stupid boyfriend.

"Mm, don't care," he mumbled, crawling in bed and mouthing at your cheek. "I can't handle this anymore." Kiss. "I've been hearing you all day, and," kiss, "it's making me sick." Kiss. "Sick that I can't touch you." Kiss. "Sick of not being in bed with you." Kiss. "Sick of not taking care of you."

"Stop it—stop! Dean, you're gonna get yourself sick," you practically whimpered, trying in vain to shove him off of you.

"Good," he grinned from on top of you. "Then you can take care of me and I can have you all to myself."

You groaned, rolling over on to your stomach, now bracing your back instead of your rosy-patchy face, stuffy nose, and chest heaving with breaths laboured by snot and whatever fluids were clogging your sinuses. "Don't hide that pretty face from me," he mumbled, pulling a lock of hair back from the pillow to lay over your ear so he could more appropriately mumble lowly in your ear.

"Dea-an," you whined trying to squirm away from his kisses.

"You hate me," he huffed, pulling you over and kissing you on the mouth. Even a forced cough from you didn't stop him, and you could feel the diseased little pieces of spittle slipping past your lips and into his open mouth.

"Ew—Dean, that's disgusting!!" you scream, shoving him off you and eliciting a laugh from him.

"Now you have no reason to roll away in the honourable name of protecting me from your sickness," he grinned, pressing one more peck onto your evading lips. "If I didn't get sick there, I won't get sick. Period." You just huff, raw and red lip jutting out in a whiny pout. "Hey—hey," Dean mumbled, face falling serious. "Tell me you want me to stop kissing you."

Silence. Interrupted by a cough, but... in terms of discomfort? Utter silence.

"Yay," he chuckled, kissing your forehead softly before sitting back on his heels, still straddling your thighs. "Oh, and, hey—I made you tea, soup, there's a half a baguette I saved you in the kitchen. Let me know if you feel hungry for it, 'kay?"

"Mm hm—" you began before you were cut off.

"And I'll run you a bath, how does that sound? You can get all warm and cozy, and maybe I'll even join you if you want. But either way, at the end I'll be ready with a towel to bundle you up and keep you warm, okay?"

"De—" again, interrupted.

"Or maybe a shower together? I just wanna make sure you're all warm and clean and getting better, pretty girl."

"Dean." You barely coughed that out, but it caught his attention. "Do you have an infection fetish?"

"What?? No. That's bizarre."

"You're way handsier than normal—which... which, for the record, is a very hard threshold to break—you won't stop kissing me, you're running around the house like a rat on Ritalin taking care of me. You have a sickness fetish."

"That's stupid, baby, why would I wanna see you in pain? Uncomfortable at all? I love you."

"Exactly," you grinned, sneezing. He was quick to reach over to the bedside table, grabbing a tissue and dabbing it around the wet corners of your mouth, only proving your point. "You want me to get better, but even more, you wanna be the one who makes me better. You have a kink for being my little... nurse. When I'm sick, I'm dependent on you, and you"—cough—"love it, you freak."

He was shocked. Shocked, flabbergasted, utterly in awe of how quickly you picked up on that. "Jeez, and here I thought I was subtle."

"You don't know the meaning of subtle, Winchester. You couldn't even spell it."

"S, U—" he trails off. "You know what, you're a little, sassy minx when you're sick, aren't you?"

"No filter. No inhibitions."

"Sounds perfect," he grins to lower himself down between your upper thighs.

"No!" you squeal, grabbing his head and yanking him back up. "Kissing, fine. You can't..."

"Eat you out?" he teased.

"...yeah," you mumble, growing red, half bashful and half sick.

"Fine," he groaned, getting off of you and leaving your aching body to shiver without his warmth and weight holding you down. He quickly scurried off to the kitchen, grabbing your tea. "Three creamers, three sugars. Your usual order," he smiled, stirring softly, "and yet not half as sweet as you."

"Aww," you mumbled, reaching out for the drink, but he just tsked and sat on the side of your bed.

"Ah-ah-ah," he said with a boyish smile tugging at his round cheeks, "I wanna make sure it's not too hot." He took a sip, thinking it over for a moment, before grinning like he'd just had an epiphany. Before you'd gotten a chance to see him swallow, he leaned forward and kissed, prying your lips open so the tea would stream into your bilious mouth.

You swallowed, simply over the idea of fighting Dean on his gross fantasies anymore. "You're a freak," you mumbled, wiping your mouth and reaching for the remainder of the tea left in the mug.

"Maybe," he sighed, handing it over and crawling to lay back in bed with you. "I just want you to feel better," he huffed as though he was the victim of a vicious character attack, large hand stroking up and down your tummy.

"I feel fine."

"You look achy," he murmured. "Where're you sore? Where does it hurt, pretty girl?"

"My... nose, and tummy, and around my thighs."

God, you were driving him mad.

"Great," he huffed, wrapping both arms in an entrapping loop around your middle. "I'll remedy that last ache after you're healthy and it's already gone," he groaned into your neck.

"I think you would either way," you joked, reaching back to scratch his hair as he buried his face further in the crook between your soft throat and shoulder.

[melody1910]

Fever Dream

sukuna x female reader summary: reader is sick and is running a fever and keeps hallucinating sukuna taking care of her-or so she thinks

CW: reader is sick, reader has a weak ass immune system, sukuna ooc, established relationship, English is not my first language, not proof read.

>-----<

You sat there in bed breathing heavy, covered in your own sweat and aching all over. Your eyelids felt heavy to open, but the noise of splashing water forced your eyes open. As you tried to make out who it was in the dark you heard him speak.

"The fever got up again."

You stared at the shadow bewildered. It couldn't be sukuna. He didn't love that much. He only found you entertaining compared to the other women so he let you stay by his. He constantly made it clear. "Sukuna." you whispered between heavy breaths.

"yes" it rolled of his tongue smoothly in a soft voice, and that for some reason made you think this as all a hallucination. But as he pressed the wet cloth to your forehead you heard him say in a worried tone. "You should rest, dear."

And that was all the prof you needed to know this was some fever dream. Because Sukuna never calls you dear he always calls you woman. You felt relief now know it is not him. You didn't want to worry him about you. That is the least thing you need.

>-----<

It was moments after he told you to sleep when he heard you snoring. He brushed your hair out of your face as he looked at your feverish form. Even though you were sleeping you looked tiered and in pain.

He hated it. He hated it every time. He hated how useless he felt towards you illness. He hated how wasn't able to protect you only watch you as you quivered in pain. You always got sick during the winter yet he never got used to it.

Sukuna softly stood up and quietly walked out of the room to Uraume who bowed down and greated him formally. "Uraume, call a doctor." his voice was genuin worry mixed in with angry and urgency. "Yes, m'lord." With that sukuna turned around and walked back to your room

Uraume could tell that sukuna carries about you, but... God you two obvious. You think he sees you as entertainment and he thinks you see him as a monster.

[serpentesol]

Hornet x sick reader oneshot

[Pt: Hornet x sick reader oneshot]

A03 link: (not yet, waiting for my writing email to get accepted)

Reader is gender nuetral and a bug. This takes place in dirtmouth before the events of the game, but after the fall of Hollownest. An Innkeeper is mentioned solely for story's sake.

No tws (As far as I can tell. If it needs one, I'll add it)

[I got a cold so I decided to write fanfiction. I'm not very used to writing fics, at all, so sorry if this is kind of lackluster. There is a severe lack of hornet x reader content on here. Hope the art makes up for it.]

You had fallen to a sickness. Not a horrible one, it certainly wasn't deadly to you, but it sure wasn't convenient. You had quarantined yourself, both for the safety of others, and because you didn't want to step into the outside world looking like utter shit.

Your throat felt try and like your chitin would flake if you were to scratch at it. You did. It wasn't. But you felt like it.

You laid in your bed, a book in hand. You wished there were a cure for common ailments, but there were only temporary reliefs from the symptoms. You had taken them, but you still felt quite ghastly.

You set your book down, and got up, deciding to make yourself something. Bread? Maybe? As you made your way to the kitchen, a knock came from your front door. You sighed, before walking over and opening it. You were pleasantly surprised to find it your lover, Hornet.

"You look..."

"Horrid. I know. I've come down with a cold. I'd suggest staying away from me until I am better." You would hate to befall your beloved with an illness.

"You forget what I am. Your sickness will not affect me." Right. Her demigod blood. How could you forget? Hornet pushed her way past you, all the while dragging you back to your room by your arm.

"Rest. I will not have you impaired for too long." She pushed you to lay down, to which you complied. She left the room. You laid there in silence for a while. You hated being sick. Eventually, Hornet returned with a warm bowl of soup. She sat on the bed and handed it to you after you sat up.

"Thank you..." You uttered before drinking the warm broth. The heartyness and warmth of it soothed your scratchy throat. You sighed in relief.

"That's very nice... did you make it?" You asked, illiciting a shake of the head from Hornet.

"No. I got it from the innkeeper."

You nodded. "Well, either way, thank you. I feel a bit better now."

She took the bowl, leaving the room. She once more came back, before setting down her needle and joining you under the covers. She wasn't the most for physical affection, preferring actions over anything romantic. You were fine with that, but the chance to cuddle with your lover was always a welcome one. You buried your face under the chin of her mask.

"I apologize that you have to deal with such a weak creature." You said, almost guilty. She batted you on the head in response.

"Cease that, I don't need your dramatic self loathing. I chose to carry the burden that mortals tend to have. I will not have you complaining like this. Rest."

You laughed softly, and nodded. "Thank you. I am lucky to have someone so wonderful to live my life with. I will repay this however I can... when I no longer feel like death, that is."

You closed your eyes, slowly falling asleep under the warmth of your lover, as she gently stroked your back.

You'd woken up a couple times due to the discomfort of your cold, but felt pleasantly surprised to find Hornet still next to you. She was sleeping peacefully, her claws gently, but firmly, wrapped around your own. You were not used to finding her asleep, with how much of a protector she was, so you were overjoyed to see her finally rest as well. You pulled up the blanket a little further over her, and snuggled against her once more, before finally going to sleep for good, until morning.

[And also some art I made for it. Woahhh Leviathan draws a background for once. Id in alt]

[lovinglyjinxed]

—ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴀʏꜱ—♡

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴛᴀ x ꜱɪᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡peekaboo | The Madam Herta herself graces you with her presence and takes care of lil old you.

♡warnings & stuff | 800 words—SFW—no warnings, just plain old tsundere happiness.

♡notes | herta.....take care of me....pls *dies*

♡DJINX ~

The sterile scent of the Herta Space Station filled the infirmary, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the instruments nearby. You lay tucked beneath a soft blanket, shivering despite the warmth of the room. Your head throbbed, your limbs felt heavy, and even blinking felt like a chore.

The door hissed open. A familiar little puppet rolled in, its doll-like face mirroring Herta’s younger but nonetheless beautiful face.

“You’re awake,” it said, tilting its head. Its voice was sweet, almost human, but there was that unmistakable mechanical cadence. “Madam Herta asked me to check on you.”

You nodded, too sick to spout a proper sentence. The Herta Puppet #67 delivered you a cold, wet towel for your face. When it hit your flushed skin, you let out a tired but content sigh.

The door opened again, and Herta herself appeared. She was just as you remembered— (i write on my phone and just figured out how to make these omg i had this pinned to my clipboard for literal years) calm, composed, eyes sharp and calculating, her posture perfect.

Yet, there was something softer in the way she looked at you now.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her tone clipped but not unkind.

“I… better, thanks to you,” you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

Herta’s gaze lingered on you, assessing every detail—the paleness of your skin, the faint sweat on your brow, the sluggishness in your movements. “Good. You’re not allowed to be sick on my station. It’s inefficient,” she said, then paused. “But… I suppose I can make an exception for you. You always have a way of getting my attention...”

Without another word, she adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, her movements precise and deliberate. “Rest,” she instructed. “I will monitor your condition. If any vital signs fluctuate my puppets will act accordingly."

She moved to a small console beside your bed and began typing commands, checking medical data with efficiency and precision. The puppet hovered nearby, fidgeting slightly but staying out of the way.

After a moment, Herta returned to your side, holding a steaming mug of herbal tea. She handed it to you, the warmth seeping into your hands.

“Drink slowly,” she instructed. “The herbs will reduce your fever and soothe your throat."

You sipped cautiously, and the warmth of the tea made your chest relax. Herta watched you, her expression unreadable—but you caught the faintest hint of concern in her eyes.

“I… appreciate you taking care of me,” you said quietly.

Herta paused, her fingers brushing the edge of the blanket. “Care is… a logical response,” she said finally. “Efficiency is improved if personnel are functioning at optimal capacity and Asta can't take care of everyone. Additionally, you… are of some importance..."

Your chest warmed at the unexpected admission. She wasn’t one for sentimentality, but in her precise, clinical way, she had expressed something resembling affection.

Hours passed, and Herta remained by your side. She checked your vitals, adjusted blankets, and even whispered reminders to drink water and rest. The puppet occasionally peeked in to offer small comforts, like a soft pillow or a bowl of soup, but it was Herta who truly held your attention.

As the station lights dimmed for the evening, Herta leaned slightly closer, observing your sleep with a careful eye. The faintest smile tugged at her lips—an expression she reserved for very few people.

Her eyes softened just enough for you to notice—a rare, fleeting glimpse of the person behind the genius and the puppets. You reached out, hand brushing hers, and for a brief moment, she didn’t pull away.

“You should sleep,” she murmured, her voice gentler than usual.

You let out a soft sigh, your eyelids growing heavy. Soon, your breathing slowed and evened out, the warmth of the blanket and Herta’s quiet presence lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

You murmured softly in your sleep, your words barely audible but unmistakable:

“I… love your… mind… and… your smile… and… everything about you…” You continued softer, ""H-Herta… you’re… amazing… so smart… and… I like…" Your mutters ended silently as you sunk deeper into sleep.

The puppet, perched at the edge of the bed, tilted its head in curiosity. “Madam Herta why are they stating the obvious...?"

Herta shot the puppet a sharp glance. “Quiet. This is… irrelevant to the situation,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.

Herta’s expression stiffened, but she couldn’t hide the faint twitch at the corner of her lips. She crossed her arms and looked down at you, standing silently for a few more moments as you sleep-talked, your words a mix of adoration and drowsy rambling.

Eventually, she stepped back quietly, leaving the puppet as a silent sentinel by your side. Her eyes lingered on you a moment longer, the faintest hint of a smile gracing her lips—an acknowledgment that, in her own precise and measured way, she cared deeply.

When you woke up later, the fever had broken. The tea cup was empty, the blanket neatly tucked around you, and Herta’s puppet sat quietly nearby. Herta herself wasn’t at the bedside, but a small note lay beside you in her precise handwriting:

“Rested. Stable. Do not get sick again. —Herta”

And somehow, that small, simple gesture felt like the warmest care you had ever received.

#6♡ + taglist , @cosmo-cam @lulubelle-mochi @toyaism @basilchennex @thenotherkid @k1-2-ur-h3art @sirkalen @unseensolaceprodigy

[edwardaholic]

EDWARD ELRIC X SICK!READER

anime: fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

warnings: [none] lots of fluff

word count: 1124

a/n: made this because i was feverish and had an idea to make something wholesome for yall:) feel free to request stuff in the comments.

You were down with a cold, your boyfriend, Edward Elric did not know this. In fact, you didn't want to tell him at all. Because you knew he would drop everything just for you.

You sluggishly get out of bed to make a cup of hot tea. You carefully grab a teal ceramic mug from your cabinet and set it on the granite counter. You fill up a kettle before turning on the stove, becoming slightly startled when the fire ignites.

After around 6 minutes, the kettle whistles, sounding similar to a toy whistle. You walk over to the stove, putting on oven mitts as careful to not burn yourself. You pour the hot water into the ceramic mug and grab a jar of honey out of the cabinet above you. When you put the honey into the hot water, you watch as the golden waterfall drizzles into your cup. You stir the honey and put a mint flavored tea bag in the cup.

After drinking your tea, your sinuses feel a lot more clear. Pulling back the blankets of your

bed, you shuffle yourself under the blanket and pull them up to your chin. You close your eyes for a few minutes and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

At some point, you have a nightmare about your boyfriend dying. You start to whimper, knitting your eyebrows. You feel scorching hot, 'hot enough to cook egg' are the words you say to yourself in your head. Your head hurt a lot too.

"y/n?" You hear a familiar voice say.

You feel a cold hand brush your (h/c) hair out of your face before resting gently on your forehead.

"God damn it, you've got a bad fever." The voice says. You whimper a little bit and you feel a pair of strong arms envelope you and lift you up.

You open your eyes slightly to see your boyfriend carefully carrying you bridal style. His usually soft features etched with concern. His golden hair that was usually in a lazy braid was down at his shoulders. Golden eyes flash to meet your (e/c) ones.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Edward's voice is laced with annoyance and concern.

You open your mouth to say something and cannot find the right words. Your brain felt foggy and your throat was sore. Your boyfriend's expression softens.

"Its okay. Dont say anything...its okay." He mumbles, lifting you up to plant a kiss on your temple.

He walks you over to the couch and sets you down, sheets placed over the couch as not to leave germs there. He brings a thin sheet over your body and brushes your hair out of your face. He rubs circles on the (s/c) skin of your cheek.

"I love you, stay here." He kisses your temple as he walks over to the kitchen. You nod.

When Edward gets to the kitchen he grabs a bunch of ingredients and sets them on the counter. He grabs a pot and turns on the stove. While he is cooking he occasionally glances at the couch to see if you're okay.

After around 30 minutes of cooking, he brings you a cup of chamomile tea with honey in it. He kneels down so that your eyes can meet. You sip the tea.

"We have to wait for the soup to cook for around an hour, do you wanna do anything together until then?" He asks, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sure." Is all you can manage to get out.

Edward digs into his bag and brings out a travel sized chess board. Chess was one of Edward's favorite games and he was extremely good at it. When you guys would play together, he had always won. You were almost certain he was gonna win the game this time too.

After around 45 minutes, to your surprise, you won instead of Edward. Did he let you win? Ed smiles as he kisses your forehead.

"Let me check on the food." He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

He brings a bowl over, and you can see the steam rise from it. He grabs your hand to help you sit up before grabbing the bowl and spoon. He blows on the spoon before feeding it to you.

"Its chicken noodle soup. Exactly how my mom made it for me and Al when we were sick." He smiles.

"Its yummy." You say, quietly and gratefully enjoying it.

After 20 minutes, you finish your soup. Edward lifts you up and walks towards your room, holding gently as if you were made of porclain.

He lays you in your bed, bringing only a thin blanket up over your shoulders.

"Once upon a time, long ago, there was a broken boy. He had traded an arm and leg in exchange for creating human life. He wanted so desperately to get his arm and leg back, however, when he did, he did not feel as complete as he thought he would. He thought that maybe it was to atone for the sins he commited. That was when, the boy met a princess, when he first layed his eyes on the princess he was in awe. He saw this princess as more than human. Maybe even a goddess. However, there was times, like when she would laugh, get sick, or eat, that made him realize that she was simply human. His human that he needed to protect." He finishes the story and kisses your hand as he pushes himself up to leave.

"Wait." You say, voice raspy. He looks at you, confused.

"Can you sleep with me?" You plead. He nods, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thought you'd never ask." He chuckles.

He walks to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. He motions for you to lay your head on his chest. You don't hesitate to lay your head on his chest, you listen to the rapid 'thump thump thump' of his heartbeat, his chest raising and lowering as he breathes. You both fall asleep, basking in one another's loving presence.

In the morning, you wake up feeling better than ever, your sinuses are cleared, your throat no longer hurts, and you no longer feel like you're gonna overheat. You turn to your boyfriend, who has his eyes wide open, his expression etched with annoyance. The tip of his nose is red and he's sniffling.

"Ed...did you get sick taking care of me?" You giggle.

"I guess so." He says, his voice more raspy than usual.

"I guess its time I take care of you for once." You smile at him, lovingly.

And you did kept your word.

[darlingminjin]

ꕥ Warnings: Male reader, male x male, amab, m4m, mlm, m!reader, bottom reader, William Woodwalker x M!Reader, my OC x m!reader, request, sick reader, protective William, OC takes care of reader, forehead kisses, kiss on the lips, cuddles, pet names: baby/baby boy/babe

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ꕥ Requested/er: "YOU CAN GO WITH WHATEVER. All I ask is that the reader shares a bday with him!! Altho I understand that that’s a big ask, so: Can William be really, reallllyyyy protective of his boyfriend/live in partner when said partner gets sick with a nasty fever?" + "MY only ask is that he keeps kissing the reader on the forehead and the reader’s like babe no you’ll get sick. So he just… starts kissing him on the lips to show he doesnt care." - @mailmango

There's a small note on the table, accept or decline??

Accepted!!

Reading: "Enjoy reading it, requester~! Hope it's to your liking૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა Also, the pic is not the OC but actually the sick reader. Pic is from a BL which I forgot which one :c Read too many... oopsie~ ALSO THIS ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR THE FUCK UPS, LOVE YOUUUU ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱"

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

William and (M/n) have been boyfriends for quite a while. (M/n) is a complete sweetheart and a polite human being. William is kind and caring, but one thing about him is that he is really, REALLY protective over his boyfriend. He even moved in with (M/n). (M/n) was shocked but also felt loved—his sweet boyfriend moving in!! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

After William noticed that (M/n) was not coming out of the room they shared since morning, he quickly headed upstairs, only to be met with a weak and sick (M/n) with a nasty fever. He ran over to his side and sat on the edge of the bed, taking (M/n)'s hand in his as he lifted it up, planting a soft kiss on the back of it before placing it back down beside him. “Baby… How are you feeling? Want me to make you something to eat, if you can eat, that is.”

You weakly nodded your head and gave him a subtle smile. Your face was flushed red, and you even coughed a bit. William’s heart broke to hear you cough; he just wanted to magically make you better again. “I’ll go make some soup then. Don’t move and don’t get out of bed; I don’t want you to get worse.” He said in a soft tone while looking at you with loving and protective eyes.

He stood up and turned around to leave, even though he didn’t want to and just wanted to stay by your side to cuddle you until you got better. He softly sighed, taking a glance at your weak body before leaving the room. William walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He started to make your favorite soup.

After he was done making the soup, William walked over to a small cabinet beside the pantry, opening it to be revealed with a lot of medicines. He searched for the medicine you needed right now. After finding it, he took it in his hand, grabbed a clean glass from the counter, and filled it with water. He placed both the medicine and the glass of water on the tray, slowly picking it up with both hands and started walking back upstairs.

He arrived upstairs and walked down the hall to the right, stopping in front of the bedroom door. He placed his hand on the handle and heard you cough again, his heart aching at the sound. Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the room, once again seeing a weak and sick (M/n).

After the two of you locked eyes, William’s heart softened. He slowly walked over to you and sat down on the bed. You sat up slowly and leaned back against the headboard. “Here you go, baby. Also, take your medicine after eating,” William said.

Nodding, you picked up the spoon and started to slowly eat what you were given. The flavours rushing inside your mouth and down your throat felt like heaven. His cooking was certainly one of the best, in your opinion. William watched you eat and smiled warmly, feeling his heart melt with happiness. He was glad you could eat in this state.

“Baby boy, I’ll be downstairs doing some chores. I’ll be right back though, so don’t you dare move after taking your medicine. I want you to be back to your lively and healthy self again,” he stated, placing his hand on your thigh and giving it a small squeeze that made you melt. His warm touch against you felt like heaven too. Snapping out of the daze, you nodded again, “Okay… D-Don’t do too much though,” you said in a hoarse yet soft voice. Clearly, you were not in the state to talk either, having a nasty flu after all. William felt bad and just wanted you to be healthy, wishing he were the one who was sick instead.

Anyhow, William leaned in and gave your forehead a soft kiss before stepping back and leaving the room. He headed back downstairs to do some chores, which would probably take an hour or so. But he decided to do them quickly just to see you again. He never liked leaving you alone in general, but especially when you were sick. He just wanted to stick by your side and not leave you for a split second.

Time to start working~!

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Finally, after at least 54 minutes, he was done with the chores. Feeling completely drained and exhausted, William couldn’t believe that you did this every day when he was out at work. And you probably did this for more than an hour! My gosh… He gave you all the credit for this at this point.

William went back upstairs after finishing and into the bedroom. Plopping on the bed beside you, he noticed you lying down while reading a book. He groaned and took the book out of your hands, placing it on the nightstand, and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his big arms around your smaller frame. Closing the gap between the two of you, you yelped out of surprise before looking up at him as he looked down at you. William felt your body heat burning up because of your nasty fever, trying to cool you down with his cooler body.

He started peppering you with kisses all over your face, and when he was about to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, you stopped him, placing your small hands on his face to keep him from continuing and instead looking at him with worry. “D-Don’t kiss me!! Babe, you’ll get sick too…!” you tried to scold him, even though you were sick, but he simply ignored you. William chuckled and shook his head slightly, removing your hands from his face, your (e/c) eyes meeting his gold-ish yellow ones. He gently placed his fingers under your chin, lifting it slightly to meet his gaze. With a tender touch, he guided your face closer, his breath warm against your lips, before closing the distance with a soft, lingering kiss. He trapped your lips in a kiss before pulling away slowly, leaving you all pouty as he smiled at the sight in front of him.

You buried your face in his chest and rested in his arms, feeling how exhaustion was winning over your body again. William chuckled slightly before pulling your body impossibly closer to his after noticing how exhausted you were, keeping you safe and protected in his arms.

He’ll literally kill in the middle of his sleep if he senses danger near you.

You slowly start to drift off to sleep while William covers both of you with the bed covers, keeping you as warm as possible in case you start getting cold. You lay there in his arms, your chest rising and falling with each soft breath. Your brows furrowed, and you occasionally muttered incoherent words, shifting a bit until you curled up into a small ball and your expression softened. A small, subtle smile displayed on your face as if you were dreaming of something nice.

This just made William more protective of you, feeling the need to stay there and not move away. He wanted to keep that smile on your face and never let it fade. If someone dared to take it away, he would kill them in the blink of an eye without you knowing.

William started to fall asleep too at some point, exhaustion taking a toll on him as well. He fell asleep there with you in his arms, feeling content to have you this close.

Good night, lovebirds, sleep well and dream of each other♡

Fic made by @darlingminjin

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Taglist: @juiceedapplee, @denzellovehazelnuts, @gojoslittybunny, @divinghell, @mazettns

[chaithetics]

Brewed with Love

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem (wlw) reader Word count: 1.4K Warnings: Established relationship, it's a sick fic/sick reader so reader feeling unwell and a lot of fluff and soft Lottie! A/N: First Lottie and sapphic fic! So I have to shout-out my fav Lottie writer @lotties-ashwagandha! I hope you all enjoy it and I can't wait to do more YJ writing (I already have a few wips 👀)! Technically a Sickcember fic. There's a small reference to Lottie's indigenous roots, something I share with her and that was nice to add in! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!🫶 Would also love some YJ requests for that if people are keen!

Sunlight was streaming through the window, it looked like a lovely day outside but it didn’t change how the soft room felt. You could feel a chill rattling through your bones, they were heavy and you felt like you’d been hit by a car and then it had just kept going. 

You curled up in the bed, trying to nestle into the blankets you’d piled up to cocoon yourself in during your desperate, sick search for warmth. Your beloved Lottie wasn’t in bed with you, she was always warm, a body temperature that was naturally, perfectly cosy. 

Lottie’s absence adds another ache to your body and you curl up on yourself more as you close your eyes and try to drift off back to sleep. You sniffle and raise your hand to rub your temple, your brain is feeling foggy and you feel like each of your bones is made of bricks. 

There’s a hushed creaking as the door opens, it’s in the way she moves, she might’ve had a penchant for shoplifting as a teenager, as an adult it now translated to never slamming doors and entering rooms with an elegant, quiet movement. 

It’s enough to wake you though, you’re feeling more sensitive to noise in your sick state and you turn your head to look at the ethereal woman walking in. Her kaftan flows prettily with each of her steps and it makes you smile. She’s a goddess of a woman. 

“Oh my love…” She softly speaks as her eyes widen, taking in the look of your tired, heavy eyes and glistening forehead. 

It’s warm outside, a pleasant day, but you’re still feeling so cold as you lay in bed with chills running down your spine. Lottie remembers the warm breeze outside and how it contrasts to the sweat beads she can see have already formed on your forehead. 

Your brown eyed lover glides over to you, she sits down on the bed next to you and leans over to gently place her hand onto your forehead, checking your temperature. Lottie gives you a reassuring smile as the warmth of your skin confirms what she already knew, you have a fever too. She moves to give your hand a gentle squeeze, despite the cold you feel her touch never fails to warm you up. 

“How are you feeling?” She asks as she traces over the lines on your palm. 

“C-cold… Just… Just gross…” You murmur tiredly. Talking feels like it’s requiring a lot more effort than it should. 

“Hm,” she hums thoughtfully and tilts her head. Her eyes sparkling as she looks at you and flashes you a warm smile. “You don’t feel very cold at all.” 

You feel Lottie give your hand another gentle squeeze and then she walks over to the basin. It makes your skin tingle and your cheeks heat up more. She dampens a face cloth for it to act as a cold compress and then wrings out the excess water.  

“Here, here… Come on…” Lottie speaks softly as she comes back and sits at your side, gently pressing it against your sweating forehead. Her brown eyes are warm and they quickly flick around your face, taking everything in. 

You give her a small smile and close your eyes, there’s a slight sense of relief that washes over you at the feeling of the cold compress. 

“Have you drunk anything?” Lottie asks and you give a slight shake of your head, you’ve spent the whole morning since she went out in bed, feeling whatever was happening to your body just grow. Lottie nods and lets out a small sigh. “Well, I’ll make you some tea…” 

“Thanks, Lot.” You whisper with a tired nod. Watching her as she gets up and you already feel her absence like another blanket of cold being tightly wrapped around your body. 

Lottie opens cupboards, making her movements as light as possible to muffle any noises from distracting you. She fills a pot with water and lets it boil. She enjoys the ritual of making tea, it’s something that gives her a feeling of connectedness to herself, to more. 

There’s a tenderness in each of her actions, each step that she takes to brew the perfect cup of tea. She brews it with love, something that you’ll feel when you taste the warm liquid. She scoops up the small kawakawa leaves from the other side of the world, soil she knows but hasn’t stepped foot on in so long. Too long. It ends up being expensive, something others wouldn’t care for but it’s special to her. It makes her smile and feel connected to her roots, which makes it worthwhile. 

She scoops the small green leaves into the infuser as the aroma fills her nostrils and puts in small but precious bursts of colourful petals of other soothing flowers and places them into the pot. She starts to grate a ginger and adds it, she lets it brew and then cuts through a plump yellow lemon. The zesty, fresh scent fills the air and your love pauses for a moment to inhale it. 

It’s a testament of her love, how much she loves and cares for you. She’s a warm soul who does care deeply for others, it just may be misguided at times, but you hold such a special place in her heart. More than others. So it makes her smile to care for you in this way, to get to make you tea and sit with you while you’re ill. For her to share these precious goods and less pleasant times with you. 

The water in the pot starts to change to a pale, murky green as the leaves seep in. She watches it and then her brow furrows in concern as she hears you cough and sees your body shake with it. Your throat feels itchy and you scratch your collarbone. 

Lottie sighs and then steeps the tea, watching it separate and swiftly pours it into two handmade mugs, she squeezes some of the sliced lemon in and smiles as she comes back over to the bed and sits next to you. 

Setting the mugs down you blink tiredly, your eyelids feeling weighed down with fatigue as your angel of a partner sits in front of you. She helps you slowly sit up in bed and adjusts the cold compress on your forehead, getting a discreet feel of how warm your forehead is now. 

“You didn’t have to make me tea.” You whisper and lean onto her shoulder, her body felt like it was made to perfectly fit yours. 

“You need to drink, stay hydrated, and I wanted to. Drink up, love.” She says in her soothing voice that you could listen to it all day, she could read kitchen appliance instruction manuals and it would still be soothing. 

“Thank you, I love you.” You smile and gratefully take the mug, feeling the warmth of the steam on your face and you try to breathe the scent in, knowing it’s probably good for your sinuses. You take a sip. 

“I love you too.” She smiles warmly, feeling appreciated as she watches you take the first and then second sip of the warm beverage, brewed with love. Being with you warms her up just as much as it warms your soul. 

You keep taking slow sips and then place the mug back down and lie down, you gently tug at her arm, wanting her to lie down with you and she picks up on the cue. Lottie presses a gentle kiss to your lips and smiles, she didn’t care if your bugs were contagious. She fortunately had a good immune system and she’d just drink more of her niche smoothies and homemade vitamin shots, just in case. 

“Just rest up, my love.” Lottie’s voice is soft, like a sweet lullaby lulling you to drift off and sleep against her. A soft hum escapes your lips as you cuddle into her. 

Lottie’s fingers caress your arm, the touch is faint, featherlight. She applies light pressure to pressure points she whispers will give you some relief and open up different parts of yourself and you just nod sleepily. Lottie’s touch is usually soft but you can feel all the love there as she touches you soothingly, as always, her touch is a balm to your body.

Tagging: @taissaswifelowkey @girloser69

[dimlylittorch]

I would love a sick comfort fic with either Logan or Vander. Whichever u feel more comfortable writing for. I have a killer sore throat rn and it hurts to even eat and drink :(

I just need comfort from a wide man rn tbh

hey honey!! I’m so sorry this took a few days :( I hope you’re feeling better by now, but if you’re not? No worries love, your boyfriends are here to save the day. I did a Logan Howlett and a Vander writing just for you <3 my first ever double feature

Logan:

In my eyes, Logan can be so so clueless sometimes. Sure, he’s been around the block a couple of times- but being soft? Comforting? It’s like asking a cat to bark. Well- to him that’s how it would seem. But the second he starts to notice how you’re slowly growing worse and worse? His protective instincts shift into gear like never before. It was pretty surprising to him to be honest. He never viewed himself as caring- not in this way.

I mean, the man literally was searching through your bathroom and kitchen cabinets looking for something to make you feel better. He was completely clueless in this area- he’s always been a ‘I can deal with it myself’ kind of guy, never taking meds even when others told him to. He did know to make you warm tea with honey in it, to help coat your throat. But it tore him up inside when he saw how you winced with every sip, wishing desperately he could do something to help with the pain.

He would stand around you, hovering, when you were settled comfortably in your bed or on your couch. If you asked him to sit with you, he’d be very ‘Are you sure you don’t need anything else? You know me bub- this is a once in a lifetime offer to make me do whatever you want.’

And of course, you slightly took advantage of that. If you felt all gross from sweating under your blankets? He would gladly help you shower or bathe, knowing how exhausting it can be. If you felt like you needed to puke constantly? He’d find a way to prop your phone up for you in the bathroom, setting down some blankets so you can rest comfortably by the toilet. If you just needed to cry from how bad you felt? It would break his heart seeing your tears, but he would 100% curl up around you in your bed, his hand rubbing your back as he whispered comforting words into your ear.

He would also get anxious whenever you coughed, or if he checked your temperature and it was too high for comfort. In his mind he was fully wondering what he would do if you suddenly fainted, mentally preparing to take you to the nearest hospital. He could be such a drama queen- but we love him for that🤧

Vander:

Now Vander? This man has seen every kind of sickness in the book. He wasn’t a stranger to taking care of people, watching out for others, etc. He would be fully equipped to help out someone sick, and someone as special to him as you? Sweetheart, don’t even worry. You’d be feeling better in no time, even if it’s only mentally.

He absolutely has a medicine cabinet or chest packed with everything anyone could ever need. Things to help with cough, sore throat, nausea- you name it. The second you come and tell him you’re not feeling well he closes The Last Drop for the day, telling everyone to go home so he can get you back to your old self. And of course, everyone obliges- even if a little begrudgingly.

Takes you up to his room immediately, lets you get undressed and gets you all set up comfortably in his bed. The first thing he does is start asking you about your symptoms as he rummages through the medicine he has, humming to himself in thought as he thinks about what all he can give you at one time. He gets you some cold water to help you get any pills down, followed up by some juice to get you some vitamin C.

He would definitely know what you need more than you even knew what you needed. Unable to keep food down? He’s already brought you some bland crackers to munch on. Constant headache? Yep, he’s immediately at your side with a warm cloth, not afraid to sit next to you and rub your temples until the pain meds kick in.

His favorite thing to do for you is have you curled up under his large form, your own personal heater keeping you perfectly cozy. He’s careful not to crush you, but seeing you so safe in his arms makes his heart skip a beat or two. He doesn’t hesitate to wake you up intermittently, ensuring you don’t miss any meds so you wouldn’t wake up from the pain. Always lulls you back to sleep with a murmured story or a weakly sung song, his low voice putting your mind at ease💕

As a chronically ill person who gets colds constantly, I hope you feel better soon! I completely understand the pain. I hope this helped a little :)

p.s. if you ever want to be moots, i’d love to be! you always seem so sweet <3