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dazednmatthews · 25 days

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sick!matt headcanons

based on this ask n answer i saw on my feed!! all credits to both of these amazing ppl for the idea!!!

-matt is definitely the type to be a whiny mess when he’s sick

-we alr know his ass is in his room and sleep 24/7 but the second he starts to feel even a little bit ill he’s in there with blinds drawn and bundled in his blankets so tight

-he’d be texting you every second he is awake though, begging to see you

-“please baby. i just want to be next to you.”

-and ofc course you don’t give a damn about getting sick because that’s your man and you’re gonna stick beside him!

-“i know, honey, i’m coming. gotta stop at the store to get you some things.”

-matt always likes to find new shows to watch. it’s like his thing, but when he’s sick it’s a constant marathon of all his comfort shows and movies.

-“can we watch taken?”

-“again?”

- “it’s such a good movie, babe. liam neeson is just too good not to be a real spy.”

-“whatever you want, baby.”

-you love taking care of him, but getting him to take medicine is the most annoyed you feel

-“that shit tastes so bad, i’m not drinking that.”

-“do you want to feel better or not?”

- you’d argue back and forth for a little while but you get your way regardless

-“matt if you don’t take this fucking cough syrup, i’m going home.”

-“…fine. where is it?”

-a lot of naps. constant napping.

-you’re both cocooned underneath several blankets, legs intertwined, matt’s head on your chest. he’s been in and out of sleep all day while you’ve been watching the movie playing softly on the t.v. your hands are running through his hair affectionately. his hands are wrapped around your waist tightly. you think this is the closest to heaven you’ve ever been.

-when you eventually have to get up, you do your best to unwrap yourself from his hold, but his ass will not let go.

-“where are you going?” his voice is thick with sleep and a little nasally cause of his congestion.

-“babe, i have to pee.” you pat his head affectionately. “you’re gonna have to let me up.”

-“nooooooo,” here comes the whining again. “stay.”

-“the quicker you let me up, the quicker i’ll be back, matt.”

-chris and nick make fun of him so bad for it.

-“he’s fucking insufferable when he’s sick. i don’t know how you’re doing it right now.” nick says.

-“he’s not that bad,” you roll your eyes while heating up some soup for the two of you.

-chris laughs, “this is hilarious. big, bad, tough guy matt getting his ass kicked by a cold.” he’s much more happy than he should be at that. “mr. tough guy getting spoon fed soup by his girlfriend.”

-you let them have their fun for a while before you light heartedly shut them up. “lets not forget that mr. tough guys girlfriend has cleaned up your-” you point at nick, “vomit, and has also babied you when you got your ass kicked by a sunburn.”

-they shut up after that

-sleepy matt is one of your favorite versions of him

-when you come back into the room he’s sat up against the headboard shirtless, doing that cute thing where he rubs his eyes incessantly, blankets pooled at his waist

-his hair is strewn about, fluffy and wispy. he stretches, enough for you to see the top of his pj pants

-he looks at you as you enter, gatorade and soup balanced in your hands

-you put the dishes and drinks on the bed side table and he smiles at you oh so warmly

-he moves from his spot to the side of the bed where you stand, opening his legs for your to go in between them. he looks up at you, pulling you towards him. your hands find his shoulders, kneading softly.

-“thank you, baby.”

-“of course, matty. you’ve gotta stay hydrated if you’re gonna get better.”

-“no, not for the soup. well, yes for the soup, but i mean for everything. for staying with me. for taking care of me. i know i’m a lot right now.”

-he looks sheepish, so you bend down to kiss his cheek.

-“you’d do the same for me.”

-you stay there for a couple sweet moments, his face pressed into your stomach and your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck

-eventually you both lay back in bed, ending the day doing your favorite thing, just holding each other

-of course you end up sick

-you’re a lot better at being sick than matt but it never matters

-he’s babying you just the same

-“can’t believe being a good girlfriend got me sick. i hate you.”

-he rubs your back while your head is in his lap

-“i’m sorry sweetheart. don’t worry, though. i’ll take good care of you. just rest.”

-you’re not worried in the slightest. he always does.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo headcanon

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mamaestapa · 3 months

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Colds and Cuddles|| Jamie Drysdale x reader

• pairing: Jamie Drysdale x reader

• summary: Jamie takes care of you and gives you all the cuddles you need when you come down with a bad cold

• warnings: sickness, colds/sinus infections, tooth rotting fluff, Jamie being the sweetest human ever<3

You sat up in your bed, propped up with a couple pillows and sniffling softly as you reached for the box of tissues sitting on your bedside table. You pulled a lotion infused tissue out of the box, bringing it up to your red nose. A look of disgust took over your features as you blowed harshly into the tissue.

You definitely had a cold or a sinus infection.

You started to feel under the weather after your night out with friends on Friday night. You shrugged it off as just a little congestion since the weather has been in fluctuating like crazy in Philly. However you woke up Sunday morning feeling much worse.

You picked up your phone from the bedside table and decided to call Jamie, who would be on his way home from morning practice. The phone rang three times before Jamie picked up, his soft tone on the other line making you smile.

"Hi pretty girl, how you feeling?"

"Hi Jamie baby," you sniffled, cringing at the sound of your nasally voice as you spoke. You laughed slightly, "Like shit."

You could hear Jamie's frown through the phone as he spoke, "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to pick anything up for you?"

"I don't think so, just you please."

"Of course, I'll be right over."

You smiled, sniffling softly once again, "See you in a bit, I love you J."

"I love you more, baby."

You hung up the phone with a soft sigh and another sniffle. You hated being congested. You hated being sick. You just wanted Jamie home so he could cuddle with you. Jamie was the best when it came to cuddling, and he always knew how to make you feel better.

You got up from bed, deciding to fix freshen up a bit before your boyfriend got home. Since getting a new place together, you and Jamie only live about ten minutes away from the arena so he'd be home fairly quickly as long as traffic wasn't too crazy. You brushed your hair put on one of Jamie's old Ducks sweatshirts, one he had worn during his rookie year that you loved so much. After freshening up in the bathroom, you got back into bed and picked up your phone that was laying on your pillow.

Jamie had texted you, letting know you he was on his way and that he was stopping at the store to pick some things up for you. You smiled warmly at his message as you replied. Jamie was the best boyfriend.

About ten minutes latter, you heard the front door to the apartment open. Jamie walked down the hallway and into your bedroom. A frown appeared on his face as he looked at you with sad eyes. You looked miserable, propped up on your pillows and snuggled under the covers. Your eyes were droopy, heavy with sleep and sickness.

"Hi baby," Jamie cooed as he walked over to you. You smiled softly at your sweet boyfriend, "Hey Jamie Baby."

Jamie got close to you and placed the back of his hand on your flushed cheek. You brought a hand up from under the covers, placing it on Jamie's forearm as he checked you for a fever.

"How are you feeling?"

You sniffled softly, "Pretty shitty, "but at least now I have my hot boyfriend here to take care of me."

Jamie shook his head, laughing at what you had just said. Your comment made his cheeks flush, matching the shade of pink like yours. However, Jamie's wasn't from a fever. Yours was.

"You definitely have a fever." He observed, flipping his hand over so he could cup your cheek. You nuzzled your face against his palm, making Jamie smile as he started to softly stroke your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded, "I took my temp after I called you. It was one hundred one point four."

Jamie's smile faltered as he took in your appearance. Your cheeks were flushed from a fever, your eyes were heavy with dark purple under eyes, and you had a pink nose from the constant dripping and blowing.

"Does anything hurt?"You closed your eyes, wincing softly, "My head. My throat too, but I think it's just drainage. I cant stop sneezing either."

"You poor thing," Jamie said, voice laced with sorrow as he continued to gently stroke out cheek, "can I get you anything?"

"Just you," you said as you smiled softly at Jamie, "just you holding me would be great." Jamie smiled at you as he dropped his hand from your cheek. He slid his tennis shoes off and walked over to the opposite side of the be, his side of the bed. Jamie sat down on the bed with a soft groan as his tired limbs thanked him for taking a much needed break. Jamie carefully laid down beside you, holding his arm up for you to cuddle into his side. You adjusted your position so you were now tucked into Jamie's side, resting your head on his chest.

"Are you comfy, sweetheart?"

"Very." you nodded, pulling the comforter up so the material covered Jamie too.

"Good." Jamie said softly. He brought his left hand down to your head, running his fingers through your hair while and scratching your scalp every so often. He hoped it would lull you into a much needed sleep, which it did, but not before you thanked your boyfriend for being so sweet and taking care of you.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Jamie baby."

Jamie leaned down and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the crown of your head, "There's no need to thank me, baby. It's what I'm here." He squeezed you gently as he finished speaking, "I hate seeing my girl sick. I'd do anything to make you feel better."

"Anything you say?"

Jamie shook his head, chuckling softly, "Not that. Gotta get you feeling better first, Mrs. Drysdale.”

"Mrs. Drysdale? I must've missed my own wedding then." You teased, poking Jamie in his side. Jamie grabbed your left hand and laced his fingers with yours. He started to play with the gold band of your simple engagement ring that was wrapped perfectly around your ring finger.

"I'm sorry, future Mrs. Drysdale."

You chuckled as a smile pulled at your lips. The smile didn't stay on your face for long though as the pain in your throat started to feel worse.

"Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow." You said after cleaning your throat. Jamie hummed, rubbing your arm lovingly as he spoke, "I hope so too. Now," he brought his hand back up to your head, slowly running his fingers through your hair once again, "get some rest, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly as you sniffled. Tiredness was already taking over, and soon enough you were fast asleep on Jamie's chest. Jamie didn't mind if he got sick, all he cared about was making sire you were comfortable and feeling better.

Being tucked into Jamie's side and wrapped in his arms did just that.

hi loves!!

not only could all us jamie girlies use some fluff after his injury today, but i’ve been promising to get this fic out for weeks now.

life happened though and college was kicking my booty once again, BUT it’s finally done and updated

this is dedicated to @guerrillateezsworld (who i said i’d write this for weeks ago. thank you for being so patient my love. i appreciate it so much and i hope you enjoyed this!) and to @mxqlss (i hope you feel better soon my sweet!) i love you both, thank you for always being so sweet and supportive🤍🤍 you’re AMAZING!

as always, thank you all so much for all the love and support you continue to give me personally and on my writing. it means the world!🫂🤍

now jamie drysdale…PLEASE be okay :( the girlies and me especially cannot take you being hurt again. so please please be okay

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale x you #jamie drysdale x y/n #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale fic

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inuyashaluver · 5 months

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Could you write something for maya le tissier ?

sick days - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend both get each other sick, meaning you need to take care of your girl

warnings: swearing

a/n: i’m such a maya girl like i would do anything for her, I LOVE WRITING FOR HER AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST OMG ENJOY

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if there was one thing to know about your girlfriend, maya, she never got sick. it’s not even her being stubborn or anything, she just never got sick. you, however, always got sick, small colds being common in yours and maya’s household.

whenever you were sick, maya always took care of you. this girl devotes all her time to you just to make sure you’re okay. “baby, eat this, please” a bowl of soup was passed to you, you look up at the girl appreciatively, “thank you, maya baby”, she smiles down at you with a sympathetic grin, moving her hand to cradle your face. “my poor girl” you sniff at her, a glare evident on your face, “why can’t you ever be the sick one?”

she lets out a small laugh, stroking your cheek with her thumb, “sorry, my love, i don’t get sick” she grins, sitting next to you and absentmindedly stroking your thigh as you watch an episode of love island together.

“if you were a bombshell, i’d dump anyone for you” you gasp at her words, nearly choking on your soup. “even if you had a partner?” she nods, eyes still trained on the screen, “well, have you seen yourself?” she exhales, “god” she turns her head to look at you, you were bright red and just staring at her with wide eyes.

“you’re cute” she pinches your cheek, grabbing your finished soup and taking it to the kitchen, returning with a cup of water and your medicine, she holds it out to you as she sits back down. “maya, no” you plead, “maya, yes” she coos, smiling brightly when you swallow the pills and drink the water with a scowl.

“i’m sorry, baby, if i could be sick instead of you, i would 100%, now let me kiss you better” she placed a sweet kiss on your lips, smirking at you. if only she knew how hard she jinxed herself.

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you miraculously woke up better the next day, lying on top of maya in bed, completely cuddling into her. her phone lightly played a video in the background, you knew she was awake. you move to straddle her waist, looking down at her with a bright smile, “nurse maya! i can breathe again!” you inhale through your nose, she grins at your actions.

“that’s great, baby” she remarked in a nasally voice, she sounded congested. “you alright, lovey?” she sits up slightly, leaning against the headboard, holding onto your thighs so you don’t move.

“i��m fine, love” her nose was a little red, it was a cold day in england but she was absolutely sweating. “i don’t think you’re fine, baby” you hold a hand up to her forehead, a slight fever. “oh my god” she looks at you confused.

“what?” she sniffs. “baby, you’re sick!” her eyes widen, “what! no, silly, it’s probably allergies” she scoffs, “my love, you don’t have allergies,” she lets out an exaggerated groan, “ugh, why do you remember everything!” you look at her with fake annoyance, “because i love you?” an amused smile graces her features.

she leans forward to whisper in your ear, “i love you too” and before she pulls away, she gives you an affectionate kiss to your cheek. you smile at her shyly, grabbing her hand and fiddling with the ring she rarely took off.

“now i get to play nurse?” you smirk at her, she shakes her head and leans back, her head resting on the headboard.

“this is all your fault, i never get sick, but your cute, little face did this to me!” she waves her finger around her face, raising her eyebrows at you.

“excuse me! who ‘kissed me better?’ that was all you, le tissier!” she goes speechless for a second, mouth slightly agape,

“if you last name me again, i will break up with you” you gasp at her words, “so, i am just a bombshell to you” you cover your face with your hands, she lets out her famous giggle, the one that makes your heart ache.

“you’re my girl” she coos, moving your hands and interlocking your fingers with hers, she moves forward to kiss your lips repeatedly. you can’t help but giggle at her, spurring a smile into her kisses.

she pulls away from you, her eyes gently tracing your features, she sighs and pulls you closer into an embrace, she nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. “i’m sick, nurse” she mumbles, your skin vibrates when she speaks into it. you place a hand in her hair, gently scratching her scalp with your nails, she melts into you and the both of you stay like that for a while, just cuddling as you comfort maya.

you coerce your girlfriend to move to the couch, only with the promise that you’d cuddle and wouldn’t leave her. she lies completely on top of you, hands under your shirt, now she’s cold. both of you are bundled in a blanket, watching a mindless movie, the two of you would watch the movie for two seconds and then whisper to each other in random conversation, maya never letting go of you.

she needed to take her medicine and try and stomach something, you attempt to move up but she gives you a death glare. “what do you think you’re doing?” she was genuinely mad, your eyes widen in shock, “baby, you need to eat something” she lets out a laugh, “no i don’t” your face turns stern, “yes, you do, give me 25 minutes?” she shakes her head immediately, “no” she whines, putting her head in your neck again, pushing you into the couch with her body.

“maya, please” you pat her back to make her look at you, you give her a pout, your eyes glistening. “i’m setting a timer” she gently moves off you, she lets out a huff as she sits up, looking at you sadly. “my poor girl” you coo, cupping her face between both of your hands and placing a sweet kiss on her lips, pulling away to look at her, scowl still evident, you pepper kisses all over her face, provoking a little giggle from her, you smile, “there she is” placing one final kiss on her lips, “can that time count as your 25?” she questions, “what? no!” you quickly run to the kitchen.

you make her soup, rushing to place it on the coffee table before sprinting back out, making her a tea, getting her water and medicine and placing it all on the table. you rush and sit on the couch, looking at her expectantly to start eating. “you still have 2 minutes” she smirks, you shrug at her and pull her down into a hug, kissing her face all over again, giggles from both of you completely filling the room. “baby!” she laughs, holding onto you tightly.

you continue to spread kisses all over her face until her timer goes off. “time!” you grin, pushing her up, shoving the soup into her hands. she shakes her head at you, completely amused. “if you showed this enthusiasm during training, my goodness” she jokes but not without a little sniffle, you lightly slap her arm, shoving the spoon into her hand and smiling at her encouragingly. she begins to eat, you let out a sigh of relief, gently rubbing her back in comforting circles with your hand.

she eats her soup and takes her medicine, already feeling better. she places it on the coffee table and makes you lie down again, setting over the top of you with a bright grin. “kiss me better, nurse (y/n)?” you grin at her, “baby, i’ve been kissing you better” she frowns, “i don’t feel any better, though?” you look up her, “wait, actually?” you put your hand on her forehead again, she still had a fever, it had gone down quite a bit, thankfully. she nods at you with a pout, she’s clearly pulling your leg.

“oh, my poor baby” you coo, “mmhm” she whines jokingly, you grin at her brightly, pulling her into a sweet kiss, she hums into you, lasting for a couple of seconds before you pull away, “woah” she breathes against your lips, “what?” you whisper, “i feel so much better” she marvels, giving your hips a light squeeze, “do it again” you laugh at her brightly, she can’t help but join you.

she places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into another loving kiss, after a few seconds, she pulls away with an exaggerated ‘mwah’, she gives you a quick peck on your cheek before snuggling into your chest, quickly falling asleep.

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you both wake up the next morning, she gives you multiple kisses on your cheek, you smile and wake up, opening your eyes to your girlfriend hovering over you with a cheeky grin. “hi, you, do you feel alright?” you reach out for her, your arms gesturing for her to give you a hug but she just pulls you to sit up instead.

“baby, no fucking joke, i’m better”, she was so serious, looking at you with a surprised expression, “kisses fucking work, this isn’t even us being cringe” she gives you a light shake, placing a quick kiss on your lips, “oh yeah, good morning, my love” she sings out, you’re still laced with sleep, staring at her slightly confused but just deciding to go with it.

maya swears that you kissed each other back to health, definitely not the strong medicine the both of you had taken. everytime you got sick, maya secretly hopes she does to, wanting your home remidies more than anything.

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mayaletissier: sick days are the best days

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yourname: how about you tell everyone the truth of why you love sick days?

↳ mayaletissier: don’t act like you don’t enjoy it!

↳ yourname: no, i do!

↳ mayaletissier: i do too!

↳ ellatoone: i now pronounce you, wife and wife, you may kiss the bride

↳ yourname: oh ella! if only you knew

↳ mayaletissier: you heard the woman, pucker up!

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #maya le tissier #maya le tissier x reader

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jeridandridge · 10 months

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Hi! Idk if your asks are open but I thought I'd give it a shot!

Melissa has the flu or a cold and reader is taking care of her. And she's being both "melissa" and a big ole baby about it. 😁😁

Also Drunk is so gooood! You are 1000000% right, soft melissa is EVERYTHING! Thank you for writing!!

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Hi 👻! Thank you for the request! 🩷

Tea and Hot Nurses

On Monday when you don’t see your girlfriend in the lunch room you give Barb a look. “Where’s Mel?”

“I was wondering the same thing. She still may be in her room.”

You nod tapping the doorframe with your fingers on the way out. You walk down the hall with a smile giving one or your students a high five before you get to Melissa’s classroom. Through the small bit of glass on the closed door you see the lights are off and that signals warning bells to go off in your head.

Opening the door you step in to see your girlfriend with her head on her jacket as a makeshift pillow.

“Baby, are you okay?” You ask gently rubbing her back.

The red head turns to look at you, her nose red and her eyes bloodshot, Kleenex balled up in her hand.

“What happened? Did someone do something? I’ll find them right now.” You stand on guard ready to move, thinking she’d been crying.

Melissa lets out a shaky laugh before coughing hard into her arm. “No one did anything, hon. I think I caught what the kids were passing around so I’m gonna try to nap before they come back.”

You let out a sigh rubbing her back. She sounded congested and she looked miserable.

“Mel, you should really go home. I can go talk to Ava and cover your class during my prep period.” You tell her.

Melissa gives you a soft smile shaking her head. “I’m fine, hon.” She lets out just before she starts coughing again.

“Yeah you sound great.” You roll your eyes. “Come on, baby, I don’t wanna worry about you the rest of the day.”

“Y/n, Im fine. You think a little cold can knock me out?”

You huff putting your hands on your hips eyeing all the Kleenex in the trash before meeting her eyes with a quirked brow.

“Fine, but after school I’m taking you home and making sure you take care of yourself.”

Sure enough when the bell rings two hours later you’re downstairs at Melissa’s door with your bags ready to go. “I’m gonna follow you back to your place but make a stop on the way to get some supplies.” You tell her.

“Hon, I have stuff at the house.” She says coming out of the doorway.

“Okay but you need other things. Just go home and get comfy I’ll be there in a few.”

“So bossy.” She teases you with a smirk.

When you get in your car you stop by the pharmacy closest to Melissa’s house before heading there. After you get everything you need you head to your girlfriends using your key to get in. When you set everything down on the kitchen counter you hear the shower running upstairs and take the time to get tea going on the stove and unpack everything else you bought.

“What did you do buy the entire pharmacy?”

Putting a Gatorade in the fridge you close the door turning to see your girlfriend with her hair up and in her sweats with her favorite hoodie of yours.

“Very funny. I got tea and honey, Gatorade, Kleenex, nasal spray, halls for your throat, a new thermometer, and, your favorite.” You smile handing her a bag of chocolates.

Melissa smiles taking the bag and squeezing your hand.

“Thank you, Tesoro.”

“Of course.” You beam sliding the large mug of tea to her. “This should open up your sinuses according to the box.”

“Ya know you don’t have to stay here, hon. I don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Mel I had my tongue down your throat last night. I probably already have whatever you have. Besides, I’m not leaving you alone.” You reason as you migrate everything to the couch.

Melissa stands with her hands in your, her hoodie watching you with a smile before she joins you on the couch cuddling into your side.

She takes the mug sipping the warm drink with a hum, your phone chime and laugh capturing her attention.

“Ava said, and I quote ‘Melissa’s covered for tomorrow. Make sure she stays home and recovers I can’t be the only baddie around here it’s too much responsibility.’ “

Melissa lets out a breathy laugh keeping her head on your shoulder.

“I should admit I’m sick more often, eh? I get compliments from Ava and a hot nurse.” She grins up at you.

You can’t help but lean in and kiss her forehead.

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lgbtq fiction

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blogdays · 10 months

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Mybabyfor - Devasa+ (2)

Bonding and emotional connection between a mother and her baby are crucial for the baby's overall development and well-being. Building a strong bond with the baby helps in creating a sense of security and trust, which is essential for their emotional and social development. Mindfulness practices can be beneficial for mothers in reducing stress and enhancing their emotional connection with their infants. Spending quality time with the baby, engaging in activities such as talking, singing, and cuddling, can strengthen the bond between the mother and the baby. This emotional connection provides a nurturing environment for the baby's growth and development. Proper nutrition and a well-established feeding schedule are vital for the baby's growth and development. Breastfeeding is recommended as the best source of nutrition for infants, as it provides essential nutrients and antibodies that boost their immune system. Mother psychology should ensure that they have a balanced diet and consume enough fluids to maintain their own health and provide adequate nutrition to their nasal congestion in babies. It is important to follow the guidance of healthcare professionals regarding the introduction of solid foods and the appropriate feeding schedule for the baby's age and developmental stage. Regular check-ups with a pediatrician can help monitor the baby's growth and ensure that they are receiving the necessary nutrition for their development. Maintaining proper hygiene and ensuring regular check-ups are essential aspects of baby care. Baby care tips for mothers, should pay attention to keeping the baby clean and changing diapers regularly to prevent skin irritations and infections. Bathing the baby movements in the womb with gentle products suitable for their delicate skin is important. Regular visits to the pediatrician for vaccinations, anger management in children, developmental assessments, and overall health check-ups are crucial to monitor the baby's growth and detect any potential health issues early on. Additionally, seeking support from loved ones and joining parenting support groups can provide mothers with valuable advice and assistance in caring for their babies. By prioritizing hygiene and regular check-ups, mothers can ensure the well-being and health of their babies.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 18 days

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I see the post about the Master(s) caring for a sick reader and raise you: reader having to care for sick Master(s)

if you think they're a lot to handle before just wait until they have the timelord equivalent of the flu kicking their ass

The reader taking care of the Masters when they're sick

Characters included: Simm, Missy/Gomez, and Dhawan

Warnings: being sick (obviously), pretty sure that's it

Simm! Master

He's not sick, he can't be sick. He's a Timelord, and Timelords don't get sick

That's what he insisted to you over and over again, but it was a bit hard to take him seriously with how nasally and congested he sounded

At first he wants you to leave him alone (because he's not sick, thank you very much) but once it becomes clear whatever he's got isn't going away anytime soon he very begrudingly allows you to care for him

Acts like he wants to be left alone but then whines very loudly if you're gone for too long, so you're basically stuck watching him the entire time

He has terrible manners in general, which are made even worse when he doesn't feel good, so don't expect him to say please or thank you unless you press him for it

Complains about something every two minutes without fail. He's cold, so you get him a blanket. Then he throws it off because he's hot. Then he gets cold again and needs you to tuck him back in

Eventually you get tired of listening to him whine so you put on The Teletubbies in hopes that'll distract him long enough for you to sneak away and get some peace and quiet. When you return a half hour later, he's passed out in bed, sleeping peacefully while the TV continues to play in the background

Missy/Gomez! Master

She would also refuse to believe that she's sick at first, but it takes her much quicker to cave and accept your treatment

Wants to be pampered and treated like the sophisticated Timelady that she is, meaning she fully expects to be waited on hand and foot for the entirety of her illness

Such a drama queen, honestly. You so much as suggest she blow her own nose and she goes on this long rant about how she can't believe you're making her do something while she's sick, and she's much too weak and helpless to care for herself, and don't you love her?

If it works it's only because you want her to shut up (despite how nice her voice sounds, I imagine it must get to be quite tiring to hear her do nothing but whine)

After awhile she gets bored of laying around and doing nothing (despite you being there to take care of her) so she tries to sneak off and cause some trouble, hoping you won't notice

Unfortunately for her, you'd gotten used to hearing her call out your name every couple of minutes and soon grow suspicious when she doesn't. She doesn't make it far before you catch her and usher her back to bed with a firm scolding

Dhawan! Master

Oh boy. Out of the three of them, he is the whiniest, clingiest, and biggest baby yet

As soon as he wakes up and can tell he doesn't feel good, he immediately calls out for you. It could be as minor as a sore throat or the sniffles and he'll act like he's dying

At first he tries to act just as intimidating as he usually is but it doesn't work because a) you don't find him that intimidating in the first place and b) even if you did he's definitely not when he's wrapped up in multiple blankets and cuddling with a stuffed animal

Speaking of which he begs you to cuddle with him, even if it's likely that you'll catch what he has. Honestly, the two of you usually get sick back to back because of how clingy he is: if one of you has something, the other is bound to catch it at some point

He doesn't want to have his every whim catered to in an arrogant way, he's just so pathetic and pitiful when he asks for something that you can't help for feel sorry for him and find it near impossible to say no

Needs to be near you the entire time he's sick. If you disappear even for a second he begins to practically whimper with displeasure, like a small puppy who's been abandoned

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader

Warnings: No smut but Reader is topless. Lots and lots of fluff

Contains: Establish relationship, Aged up (late 20s-early 30s) Kiri and Reader have a daughter together, shower scene, Kiri is just super soft and takes care of Reader

Summary: Kiri comes home from a late night patrol to find his wife curled up and sick on the sofa.

A/N: This is so self indulgent and I will not apologize for it. Do I have 500 other things I should be working on? Duh. But I am sick and would like to be coddled so yeah.

WC: 1.2K ish

Eijiro walked through the front door shortly after midnight. The lower half of his body was still clad in his hero costume but he had a jacket covering his upper half. He tugged off his boots and that was when he noticed the flickering blue light coming from the living room.

He cautiously investigated since you were usually in bed when he got home this late. He half expected to find his 5 year old up and sneakily watching her favorite show but instead he found you. Bundled up on the edge of the sofa, all wrapped up in a blanket with a box of tissues at your side and a trash can just below, nearly full of used ones. Throat lozenges littered the coffee table filling the space between your barely eaten bowl of soup and your half-drunk water bottle.

Your mouth hung open and he could faintly hear the garbled sound of congestion when you breathed. He also noticed the dampness of your shirt collar, covered in sweat, and when he just hovered his hand over your forehead he could feel the heat radiating off you.

Quickly, Eijiro went into the bedroom and kicked his way out of his pants, discarding the jacket on the plush bench at the end of the bed but he never really slowed down on his way to the bathroom. He cranked the shower water as hot as it could possibly go and pushed the head away so the spray stayed clear of the stone bench in the back, doing his best to keep the sitting area dry. Then he turned on the little diffuser and waited until the scent of eucalyptus hit his nose before he pulled on sweats and made his way out to you, making sure the door was shut firmly behind him.

He remembered when your daughter was sick, nose so stuffy there was no chance of her breathing through it, you took her into a steam-filled bathroom to help break some of it up. That had to work for you too, right?

You stirred when he pulled back the blanket, bringing your limbs in close to your chest, and when he lifted you into his arms you grumbled incoherently at him. “Eiji, baby, put me back. Don’t wanna get you sick.”

He tried so hard not to laugh at your nasally tone and failed, snickering, “We’ve been together for well over a decade and I think I’ve been sick once that entire time.”

“Four times.” You corrected with a stern gaze.

“Eating bad sushi and getting food poisoning doesn’t count. So, two. Now, please stop arguing and lemme take care of you.”

“Fine. But, can you take care of me on the sofa? ‘M so cold and my blanket was warm.”

“Nope. You’re cold ‘cause you got a fever. And ya sound like you’re starting up a snot factory.” He lowered his voice as he carried you past your daughter‘s room. “Gonna get you in the shower, okay?”

You didn’t try to get out of it at all. He set you down on the bathroom counter, the room now full of steam, “arms up for me… atta girl.”

The shirt was discarded in the hamper and he didn’t bother to slip you into another one just yet. He picked you right back up and brought you in the shower with him.

The bench managed to stay mostly dry, and what water did splash on his sweats, Eijiro didn’t mind one bit. Your legs straddled his lap when he took a seat, chests pressed against each other with your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“Smells good, Eiji. Haven’t been able to smell anything all day.”

“It’s eucalyptus… I think that’s supposed to help, right?”

You turned your head and pressed a kiss to the hinge of his stubble covered jaw. “Yes, baby, think this is helping already.”

He smiled happily to himself and continued to lazily run his hands across your bare back.

He leaned his head against the shower wall, letting his own eyes dip shut. The steam seeping into his sore muscles and the cracks in his skin that still remained from his patrol. He’d been considering the benefits of installing a sauna when your quiet snores hit his ears.

For just a little while longer, he held you in the warmth of the shower to get as much congestion broken up as possible and ease whatever aches you felt. But, when the time came to get out, he turned the water and wrapped a towel around you. “Sit up for just a second, love, lemme dry you off.”

You did as he asked, even with eyes shut, and once he had a clean shirt on you, he helped you lay back in bed.

“Covers?” You nodded and he pulled them up to your chin. “I’ll be right back.”

He kissed your forehead and quietly padded out of the room. The living room was easy to pick up, he just brought your bowl into the kitchen and grabbed a few things to set on your nightstand in case you needed them.

A full bottle of water, your tissues and lozenges and some medication too. Once all that was good to go, he finally crawled into bed beside you. Holding you close for most of the night until you decided you were too hot and shoved off of him, kicking your half of the blankets off in a sleepy dramatic fashion that he had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from busting out laugh.

Come morning, Eijiro heard the bedroom door creak open and saw that head of messy ebony hair slowly make her way into your guy’s room.

“C’mere, little pebble.” His voice was groggy, thick with sleep but his daughter walked over to his side of the bed with a pout on her little face.

“But, mama always wakes up wif me.”

“Well, dada’s going to t’day, sound good?”

She started to grin as you stirred.

“Ei, s’okay, I can take her.” He turned his head to see your exhausted eyes just barely open. “You got home late, stayed up with me, and have another shift t’night. You need sleep too, babe.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m takin’ the day off. Texted Kat last night.”

Your eyes opened a little wider. “Crap, I did get you sick!”

Eijiro just chuckled and kissed you smack on the lips despite your protests. “You did not get me sick. What you didn’t do was call me to come home early to take care of you yesterday, so, I’m doin’ it today.” He tossed the blankets off him and scooped your daughter up in his arms. “Let’s go make mama some breakfast, yeah? Then we can all come back and eat it in bed.”

The little girl squealed with joy at the impromptu plans while Eijiro leaned down to give you another quick kiss.

“Take such good care of me, baby.” You mumbled to him softly.

“‘Nd I always will.”

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 14

❥ Pairing: WandaNat x R

❥ Wordcount: 1600

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AN: this got away from me and is no longer a drabble... oops :)

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When Nat woke up that morning to her hair hanging limply down the sides of her head, damp with sweat. She groaned… then sneezed. She wanted to move, to begin getting herself ready for the day but she feels heavy, as if the weight of her body would drag her into the bed. A low, throaty growl of frustration escapes Natasha’s lips. Seriously? On Valentine's Day? Her plans are now entirely screwed thanks to cold she's come down with. Her nose is running like the faucet and despite her excessive use of tissues, nothing seemed to be helping ease her congestion. Everything hurt. God- why did it hurt so much. So with a fateful huff, she gave in, letting her body fall back down into the bed.

She never used to have much of an appetite for romance. Nat was always happier to enjoy a quiet evening in than to be smothered in pink and red hearts for the whole world to see. But with the pair of you, it felt right. Almost as if it completed her. But saying that, everything felt right with you. The two of you were all she needed; you made her whole. The whole day had been planned out, the three of you had sat down and organised it one night. First you’d all meet up for lunch, then watch a film before going out and eventually crashing back at one of your apartments. It was meant to be fun but as Nat sneezed down into her pillow, she couldn’t think of anything worst. Maybe just closing her eyes would help. Yeah, that’s all she needed to do, just rest her eyes for one moment before getting up… resting them – for just a second…

She wasn’t sure how long had passed before a loud ringing jolted her away, forcing her to screw up her eyes as the pounding in her head amplified enfold. She kept her eyes shut and blindly groped around for her phone. When she finds it her fingers fumble over the screen as she clicks the green button, bringing the phone up to her ear was a menial task but in her state, it felt as though was lifting a ton of bricks. "This-’s'Nastasha..." she nasally slurs, the congestion smothering each word but the sound of her misery is almost lost in the crackling, throat-clearing cough she's unable to contain.

“Nat?” Your voice was quivering a little with worry on the other end of the phone, “Baby, we and Wanda were just wondering where you are? We were meant to get lunch, remember? Anyway, never mind that, are you okay? You sound dreadful.”

Shit. In her haze she’d forgotten to text you that she wouldn’t be able to make it out to lunch. Fuck, she felt awful but as she went to convey this Natasha’s words got lodged in her throat, instead she sneezed, once, twice and by third Wanda got taken the phone from your hands on the other end of the line as she mumbled a worried, “Bless you Natty, just hold on a sec, okay?” She slyly muted the call, she didn’t want Nat to overhead her nervous rambling, she knew it’d only make her feel worst, “Y/N, she sounds awful, do you think she’s sick? But- Nat doesn’t get sick, like ever. What if-

You reached out to take the phone back off her, cutting off her nervous rambles. Wanda’s anxiety about the situation wasn’t without reason, she was right about one thing. It was rare for Nat to get sick, “She’s probably just got the flu bub, okay? It’s been going around hasn’t it? We’ll order some soup to go and head over to her apartment, you don’t need to worry sweetie, she’ll be okay.” You soothed Wanda’s worries and politely asked her to go and order Nat her favourite soup to take-out whilst you unmuted your phone, turning your attention back to Nat.

“Baby, you still there?” You asked into the phone.

There was a garbled mumble in response which you took for a yes and continued, “You just stay in bed princess, me and Wanda will be there soon, just try and sleep until we get there, alright?”

As the line goes silent, Nat rubs her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut as she leans against her pillow, hugging it tightly in search of comfort. She puts the phone down and, after another throaty cough, huddles herself into a ball, her knees tucked into her chest as she pulls the duvet tight around herself and closes her eyes to sleep. The ceiling spins around her as her body slowly succumbs to exhaustion.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at her apartment. Using your keys, you let yourselves in. It was so quiet... Wanda went over to her kitchen and took Nat’s soup from the carrier bag and placed it into the microwave, you didn’t want it to lose its heat in the meantime. After that, the two of you carefully made your way up towards her room. As you gently pushed open the door, the sound of Nat’s small congested snores met your ears, leading to you look over at Wanda and give a sympathetic pout. Speaking of her room, its usual tidiness was a thing of the past. The outfit she’d laid out the previous night was still hung over her closet whilst a mess of stray tissues lay scattered across her bed. You came to her side, letting your palm rest over her forehead - her skin is hot and clammy, a stark contrast to your own.

“She’s so warm.” You silently mouthed over to your other girlfriend who was currently picking up the tissues and throwing them into the close by trashcan. As she tosses and turns in her sleep, you and Wanda exchange a look. It's silent, sympathetic. And the pair of you decided to let her sleep for a little longer, neither one of you wanting to be the one to pull her from her rest.

But it's not long before the pair of you begin to hear the subtle gurgles of an empty stomach and the gentle, lazy shifting of a half-conscious body as Nat slowly wakes up. She rolls over and to her surprise finds her herself in your arms.

“Hi baby,” You whisper, bringing up your hand to help her sit up a little, “How are you feeling my love?” You asked as Wanda came to sit on the edge of the bed next to Nat as she ran her own hand down the redhead’s back whilst led her to realise that she’d been sweating, a lot.

"Mm" Natasha mumbled something groggily, her face squirming with misery as she moves her head down as she coughs thickly and deeply against her pillow, “mm sick.”

“Sweetie we know that,” Wanda soothes her, “We came over to look after you, isnt that right?” She smiled, looking over to you.

“Wanda’s right baby, we’re both here to take care of you, okay?” You muttered down against Nat’s hair as she sniffled but looked up when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“She’s gonna need to change clothes.” Wanda whispered to you, nodding down to her damp pyjamas, “That can’t be comfortable. I’ll help her change if you can put some fresh sheets on too.”

You nodded understandingly, “Natty, baby, we’re gonna get you cleaned up a little, okay?” You explained as you shuffled out of the bed.

Nat only shrugged, your voices felt so far away, like distant echos. The next thing she knew, Wanda had her arms around her waist, gently hoisting her up out of the bed and placing her down on the nearby chair. As you began to strip the bed, Wanda went over to the bathroom and ran a towel under cold water before using it to softly wipe Nat down – the coolness of the fabric felt amazing against her hot skin and by the time you’d finished putting on some clean bedsheets, Nat was in fresh, thin pyjamas’ sniffling quietly as Wanda re-braided her hair.

“There we go sweetie, all done. Let’s get you back into bed.” Wanda whispered once she had finished and once again, she let Nat lean on her as she got her into the bed.

“Thanks.” Natasha sniffled as she got back into a comfortable position. Once she was back under the covers, she gave you a shy little smile and reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together, “I love you both.”

“And we love you too baby, Happy Valentines Day sweetie.” You smiled as both yourself and Wanda climbed into the open spots beside her, the two of you wrapping up beside the sniffly redhead. There's something that just feels right about the three of you as you snuggle. Nat's warmth seeps through her soft clothing and is soon absorbed into your skin, spreading a cosy calm over you. It radiates up through your chest and into your head.

"Happy Valentine's Day..." Nat sniffles, her eyes closing as she curls up into you both. And as the three of you share some very sweets words between each other, it wasn’t long before fatigue won her over and Nat began to softly doze off to sleep. Afterall, it didn’t matter what day it was, or where you were. As long as the three of you were together everything would be okay.

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nametakensff · 11 months

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🤧💣 steddie??

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I torture E/ddie more often so I thought I'd go with S/teve this time. Hope you enjoy! 💕

S/teve has a nasty cold that's left him miserably congested; E/ddie suggests he try Chhinkni with pretty impressive results

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, modern AU so I could insert a Chhinkni scenario lol, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, masturbation, little bit of verbal teasing / dirty talk, E/ddie catching S/teve's sneezes, care-taking, tissues, mess (but not described too explicitly), contagion, manually induced sneezes, natural cold sneezes

NSFW as per, so under a read more - you know the drill

“Come on, Stevie. I think it’ll really help.”

Steve glanced warily at the vial of chhinkni powder Eddie held in his outstretched palm. His boyfriend, perched next to him on the side of the bed, peered up at him with a soft, crooked smile, and the younger man could already feel his resistance weakening. Stupid Eddie and his stupidly gorgeous everything. He coughed gently and nestled back further into the pillows Eddie had arranged for him so that he could sit up, as if even the closer proximity to that little container could cause him imminent damage.

“I don’t know, Eds…I don’t think I could take burning sinuses on top of all th-his congest…ion-!! HAH-AAESSSHUU!!”

Steve lurched forward with a powerful sneeze, barely catching the last of it with a shaking palm. It had been a huge, spraying affair - he licked the resulting moisture off his lips and grimaced slightly at the droplets glittering on his palm. He sniffled experimentally to see if the force of it had been enough to shift anything in his nasal cavities, but no cigar. The mess stubbornly sat there in his sinuses, leaving them throbbing miserably. His head felt like it weighed a ton.

Eddie reached out with a tissue and scrubbed away at the spray on Steve’s palm.

“Oh, bless you, honey…” He practically sighed, voice a breathy mixture of arousal and concern.

Steve knew if his hand had faired that badly against the sneeze, Eddie had absolutely received the brunt of it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t care – he actively wanted Steve to let loose around him – and normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Steve would love to see the older man come down with a sneezy, sniffly cold, especially one he had given to him, but this particular sickness was so unbelievably miserable that the usual enjoyment of allowing himself to be a sloppy mess around Eddie was tarnished by the concern that he could make him feel as awful as he himself currently did.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t see that one coming.”

Eddie shook his head, looking at Steve with so much adoration that he felt his stomach fluttering in return.

“No, baby, you’re fine. Just let them out as they come. Did that help at all?”

Steve sighed and leaned back into the pillows.

“No. Still completely stuffed up. Fuck, this sucks!”

Eddie gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Stevie. I really think the chhinkni’d help you out. Just a little bit! You’ve been sneezing all day anyway, what’s a dozen more?”

Steve shot a deadpan look his way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Pervert.” He teased.

Eddie just grinned at him and softly batted the side of his head.

“You’re a menace. And yeah, I would like that, because it would probably ease your suffering, you stubborn ass!”

There was no malice in his tone, but Steve didn’t miss the genuine creeping exasperation that lingered underneath.

He felt bad for worrying his boyfriend – it wasn’t as though he had intentionally decided to block his own sinuses up to the point of consistent mouth-breathing and feeling his ears pop every time he attempted to breathe through his nostrils. He should be leaping at the chance to end this misery. But the chhinkni…

They’d both learned about the sneezing powder online the way any other person with their shared fetish had – it seemed like an absolute dream come true with the way it teased prolonged, intense fits out of anyone who tried it, and they’d jumped at the chance to try it themselves. They had, however, had mixed results.

Eddie had volunteered to go first when the package had arrived. However, in typical Eddie fashion, he had been overly enthusiastic with the initial dose, entirely uninterested in following the recommended guidelines. He’d snorted a line of it like cocaine, and minutes later he’d been sneezing so much Steve eventually became worried he’d hyperventilate. When he’d finally managed to get Eddie under control, forcing him to blow his nose and take measured breaths, they’d both been too freaked out to go near the stuff again for weeks. Never mind the fact that Steve had orgasmed untouched in his jeans as he held his boyfriend bucking repeatedly in his arms.

They’d tried again with Eddie, this time taking the correct dosage, and found that it worked just as well as his pollen allergies without the prolonged suffering that occurred if he overexposed himself to some particularly strong flowers. It was a success, and the little vial was placed in their nighstand with the plethora of other inducing tools they kept on hand.

Following Eddie’s persistent requests and the mounting pressure of his own curiosity, Steve eventually gave in and decided to indulge his boyfriend. His nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Eddie’s (though that wasn’t saying too much – he’d never known another person alive as sensitive as the dungeon master), but he was still a little worried about having a negative reaction. Eddie had insisted that that one time was because he had been a moron and not because of anything wrong with the powder itself. Steve eventually agreed he was probably right, and he had gotten off enough times to his boyfriend’s reaction to the stuff that it was only fair he try it himself.

He'd snorted a small, pea-sized amount of powder, and leaned back where he perched on his boyfriend’s lap, waiting for the magical stuff to take over. Said metalhead looked up with eyes practically boring into him with lust, gripping his hips tightly in anticipation for what they both hoped would be a lengthy and violent reaction. Unfortunately, Steve had only sneezed once, a throaty and tortured “HARRRSHHHUU!!!” left hanging between them before he had hissed in pain and clutched at his face.

30 minutes later, after an intense nasal irrigation operation involving a nettie pot and their bathroom sink, Steve leant forward, bleary-eyed and exhausted with a concerned Eddie rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. Eddie had been devastated, blaming himself completely for Steve’s unfortunate reaction, which Steve had repeatedly assured him was not his fault. They’d called it quits for the evening, neither of them feeling like fooling around anymore. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms watching some dumb 80s slasher movie, and in the morning Steve had sworn off the chhinkni for life.

Which was why he was currently eyeing the distinctive little vial with undisguised distaste. But Eddie seemed adamant that he try it, and he had to admit his resolve was steadily wavering.

“You know, before our little…community discovered this stuff, it was made specifically to ease congestion from colds. It’s literal cold medicine, Steve.”

Steve scoffed at that. Eddie pointedly ignored him.

“I mean, dude – I know you had a bad time before, but that was when you weren’t already stuffed the fuck up. It shouldn’t burn – honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll feel anything right now. Your airways are totally blocked.”

Steve supposed he had a point.

“But if my airways are blocked, will it even do anything?”

Eddie smiled encouragingly at him, eyes glittering and making it impossible for Steve to look anywhere but at his boyfriend.

“Only one way to find out, big boy.”

Steve sighed. Okay. He was going to do this – for Eddie, he told himself. He honestly wasn’t sure he could feel much worse than he did in this moment. Even if he experienced a little bit of burning, it might at least make his nose run enough that he’d be able to actually blow it.

“…Fine. I’ll snort some.”

Eddie’s entire body seemed to both slump in relief whilst simultaneously beginning to buzz with anticipation. Steve could tell he was trying his best not to look too eager and was failing magnificently. He was such a dork. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest a little, out of both adoration for Eddie and a kind of twisted excitement at what he was about to do. He hoped he would sneeze. He hoped it would actually be a productive affair. He hoped Eddie would like it.

“Oh my god, finally!”

Eddie sighed dramatically and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Perhaps it was the angle at which he was sat, the timbre of the laugh vibrating against his irritated sinuses, an errant cold-induced tickle – maybe all three – but it was with a sudden and pressing urgency that he realised he very much needed to sneeze. He sucked in a desperate gasp to fuel his release, reddened nostrils flaring angrily.

“AEEESHHH!! TIISSSHHH!! HAH’TSSSSHHH’UU!!” He aimed the sneezes lazily at an upraised hand, smirking a little as he wound down from them at the unmistakable sound of Eddie moaning and the sensation of his body sitting up ramrod straight beside him. He looked at his boyfriend through heavy-lidded eyes.

“’Scuse me. Tickled.”

Eddie, blushing a particularly pretty pink, cursed before laughing breathlessly.

“Getting a head-start, Harrington?” He chuckled as he twisted the cap off the small container.

“Just giving you a preview, Munson.” He teased, then laughed as Eddie lurched forward to press tiny kisses all over his face.

“Just hope this works for you. My poor, stuffy baby.” Eddie crooned as he sat back with the vial.

Steve watched as his boyfriend lifted the open container up to his own nose before taking a deep inhale through flared nostrils. The effect was almost instantaneous. Eddie shook with a fierce fit of irritated sneezes, aimed at Steve’s duvet-covered lap.

“Ehdd’tchu! Ngxt’chiew! Ts’zieww! H’tchu! HEH! ENGXT’tchiiewww!!”

He shook his long curls back from his face and grinned up at Steve, eyes twinkling.

“Whew! That felt so good. Stuff’s still strong as ever.” He rubbed his nostrils roughly with the knuckle of a crooked forefinger. Steve shuddered at the pleasant thrum of arousal the little fit and Eddie’s teasing comment produced.

“Bless you, Eds. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Now hurry up and put me out of my misery.”

Eddie smirked at him, looking as devilishly cheeky as he always did when he successfully turned Steve on.

“Your wish is my command.”

With practiced caution, the older man shook a small amount of powder onto the webbing of skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Holding the hand steady, he placed the open vial on their nightstand and looked up at Steve, undisguised excitement burning in his chocolate eyes.

“Ready, Stevie?”

Steve hummed an affirmative and leaned forward. Eddie guided his hand up to the younger man’s face and held it there, resting his thumb and fingers on Steve’s cheeks. Steve gingerly pressed his nostrils to his boyfriend’s hand, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling forcefully through his nose, sniffing up the powder. Steve was too focused on the sensation to notice Eddie shaking slightly in response to the former jock’s warm, damp nostrils gently suctioning at his skin.

Steve leaned back, sniffing experimentally. Eddie had been right – he was, in fact, so stuffed up he couldn’t even make out the scent of menthol. It didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, but he’d rather that than the burning. Eddie was watching him keenly, almost without breathing. Steve snuffled again – absolutely nothing.

Feeling almost as if he’d let his boyfriend down, he opened his mouth to speak –

“HAHHYISSSSHIEWW!!!”

And sneezed instead.

Both men jumped, absolutely blindsided by the thunderous sneeze. Steve had been forced forward with the cringing effort of it, Eddie reaching out to steady him by the shoulder instinctively even as he felt the spray settle on his face.

“Jesus H Christ, Steve!”

Eddie felt his cock throb in his jeans which were suddenly all too tight, ears ringing. His eyes scanned Steve’s face, took in his crumpled expression, looking every bit as ruined as he himself felt. Steve let out a sound between a shaky exhale and a whimper and attempted to maintain eye contact with him, despite the tickle forcing his eyes slowly shut.

“S-sorr-ih-HIHH-!! HAEGGSHOOO!!”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as another mist of spray burst across his cheeks and lips.

“Bless you, honey. No sorry, love, it’s okay - are you okay?”

Steve nodded, squinting against the tickle. God, it didn’t burn but it buzzed, a ticklish sensation taking root at the base of his nostrils and seeming to pulse out in waves across the centre of his face. It was so intense, but not quite enough, the fit he’d been hoping for just out of reach.

“I’m – I’m okay….God, Eddie, it tickles so much but I c-can’t-!”

He cut himself off with another huge inhale that left him just as quickly as it culminated. He shook his head gently, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“Ugh. False start.”

“…Mmf.”

Steve watched his boyfriend squirm, squeezing his legs together. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was attempting to calm his erection or was seeking further stimulation. He smiled – or his lips attempted to curve into one despite the tickle teasing his sensitive nostrils. He felt a little ridiculous given the circumstances, but he’d long abandoned any feelings of genuine embarrassment regarding his pre-sneeze expressions – around Eddie, at least. The first time he had shyly attempted to duck away into his shirt collar to hide an openly tortured grimace, Eddie had softly pulled his chin up to watch every little detail as he fell to pieces in front of him.

Steve sniffled forcefully, hoping the action would spark up a tickle strong enough to send him over the edge again, but all he earned for his efforts was a quick flurry of angry coughs. This was so unbelievably frustrating – he had sneezed with no indication he was about to at all, but now felt as though he was trapped in an endless purgatory of fruitless buildups. The tickle buzzed so terribly that his eyes were leaking tears of bitter irritation down his face. He whined, feeling the older man rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“It won’t-! HH!!....I can’t-!! HAHDDT-!! Ohhh….”

He groaned in frustration as the tickle teased him, taking him right to the edge before cruelly denying him any release. He heard Eddie mutter under his breath. He gasped his way into another buildup with the same result.

“Ok, I think you might need some – manual intervention.”

Eddie squeezed his shoulder before rooting around in their nightstand drawer. Steve watched as well as he could through the blur of tears as his boyfriend emerged with a clothes tag gripped triumphantly between a thumb and forefinger.

“How’s this, baby? Gonna let me tickle those sneezes out for you?”

Steve nodded after another particularly desperate false start.

“Please.”

Eddie wasted no time in tilting Steve’s head back, exposing his twitching nostrils for easier access. The older man clucked his tongue as he took in the swollen interior of them.

“God, honey, this is such a nasty cold you’ve caught….”

Steve whined impatiently. Message more than received, Eddie slipped the end of the tag into his right nostril, prodding and twisting insistently, almost as desperate for Steve to sneeze as the younger man himself. For two minutes thereafter, Steve continued to gasp uselessly. Eddie chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the prickle of concern as his boyfriend seemed trapped in an endless loop of hitch, gasp, exhale, repeat.

In a last-ditch effort, Eddie switched the tag to his left nostril. Only a few prods later and Steve felt his breath scissor, this time more deeply, and he just knew that he was going to sneeze. Eddie seemed to notice the difference and pushed the tag deeper, pressed up harder. With one final inhale that filled his straining chest to capacity, Steve hovered momentarily on the precipice of release before mercifully, finally pitching forward with the resulting paroxysm.

“HAHGK’TISSSSHHH’IEWW!!!”

He moaned in relief, luxuriating in the shiver that most powerful sneeze sent down his body as it rocked though him. The tickle flared again, and the process repeated.

“TISSSSHH’IEEW!! ITSCHHHH’IEWW!! HAEESSHHHOOO!!”

He felt Eddie’s arms reaching out to support him, heard him muttering words of encouragement.

“There you go, baby. Bless you – Bless you!”

Steve shuddered, the undeniable pleasure of sneezing openly after such a long buildup combined with Eddie’s loving words in his ear leaving his head swimming.

“I ca’hannt s-stop-!! Hah-!! Hah-HEH!! Hh-HH-HEHhh!! HRRRSHH’IEWWW!!”

With that latest sneeze, Steve felt the congestion shift, blessedly loosening and starting to hang in thick strands from his flared nostrils. He blindly fumbled to raise a hand to cup around his mouth and nose, knowing the rest of his fit would be heavily productive. He felt Eddie lower his hand to the duvet and tenderly press his own tissue-clad palm up to his trembling mouth.

“It’s okay, Stevie, I’ve got you.”

Steve bucked forward immediately into the protective cover of the tissues, another colossal sneeze tearing at his throat.

“HEEEEIGGXXSSHHHHhhh!!”

It was intensely messy, filling the tissues as the result of his cold burst out into the folds. Luckily, Eddie didn’t miss a beat, and expertly switched the bundle for a new one, wiping Steve’s nostrils clean as he went. Steve could do nothing but sneeze and sneeze, thinking he was done before another tickle would pitch him forward helplessly, eventually ending up almost entirely in his boyfriend’s lap.

A brief pause left Steve panting against Eddie’s palm. He had lost track of how many times he’d sneezed, but he knew he wasn’t done. The interrupted tickle threatened to simmer down into that dissatisfying, torturous buzz once again - Steve groaned and desperately rubbed his tingling nose into the tissues, nostrils flared wide. He felt the familiar tickle of his boyfriend’s fringe brush against his forehead before the welcoming sensation of Eddie’s lips pressed against the bridge of his nose. Eddie hummed, and the vibration of it teased the tickle back into fruition.

“H-hohh Goddd-!! HAAHHH’TSHHHH!! TISSSSHHH’IEWWW!! HARRRESHOOO!! HHH’RISHHHH!!!”

Steve erupted, each sneeze seeming to vibrate in the air of the room, the sheer volume of them almost deafening. He almost felt as if he would make himself jump had he not known exactly when he was going to sneeze.

After another few minutes, he at last felt the sneezes beginning to wind down. He sat back, mouth hanging open, tongue pressing itself insistently against his bottom lip in an attempt to usher in the remaining tickle. He felt Eddie pressing soft kisses to his forehead, across his closed eyelids, over his cheeks. The metalhead reached up, tissue in hand, and rubbed the tip of Steve’s nose in a circular motion to encourage the sneeze, tracing the arches of the younger man’s damp, flared nostrils. With a final jiggle applied to his septum, Steve sucked in one last, huge breath and leaned into the sneeze for all it was worth.

“HADDT-!!! HAAHHH’GIITTTTSH’IIEWWwww!!!”

He moaned in the aftermath, limbs tingling and head throbbing, though not unpleasantly. Slumping into Eddie’s embrace, he focused on the sensation of his boyfriend’s warm hand stroking up and down his trembling back, snuffling wetly into the tissues pressed to his face.

“Blow for me, love?”

Eddie held the tissues securely around his nose, and Steve felt a flutter of relief in his chest when he was able to blow productively into them. He paused to allow Eddie time to switch the tissues before going several more times, the older man pressing kisses to the top of his head.

Finished, he slumped back against his pillows, shaking like a leaf but feeling better than he had all day. Eddie swiped at his nostrils a few more times before leaning forward and capturing Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss. Steve was the first to break away, coughing convulsively into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hummed in sympathy, patting his back.

“Sorry, man. Got carried away.”

He chuckled apologetically, wiping the younger man’s bottom lip clean of moisture.

“S’okay.”

Steve reached out and twirled a lock of Eddie’s curly hair around his finger. He took in the ravenous expression on his boyfriend’s face, the deep flush that spread across his cheeks. He was panting almost as much as Steve had after coughing up half a lung. The former jock let his eyes drop to the tent in Eddie’s jeans, almost comically erect. He smirked.

“You could have touched yourself, dude.”

Eddie laughed breathily, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

“Had to look after you. Nearly came a couple of times, honestly. That was fucking impressive, Harrington. Mind if I-?”

“Please. I want to watch you.”

Eddie exhaled shakily, nodding his head and shimmying his tight black jeans and underwear down his thighs. He licked his palms a couple of times – pointless, really, given how wet the tip of his cock already was – and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft. Steve hummed in appreciation, taking in the hardness and almost bruised colour of the phallus. The older man was right on the edge of orgasm. He sniffled and watched in satisfaction as Eddie’s cock twitched in response.

“You’re so – hah – incredible, Steve-“

Eddie started to stroke himself in earnest, his free hand clutching the bed covers as he gazed into Steve’s eyes.

“You had – fuck! – such a tickle, baby…”

Steve sighed, purposely exaggerating the sound of it into a semi-orgasmic moan for his boyfriend’s benefit. Eddie’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing and dripping precum down his knuckles. Steve felt his own cock twitch half-heartedly in response. The sneezing fit had left him shattered, far too tired to touch himself, but he could still feel the steady pulse of his own arousal thrumming through him in response to the sight of his boyfriend working his gorgeous cock.

Just because he was too tired to have an orgasm didn’t mean he couldn’t help Eddie with one of his own.

“Such a tickle. Felt so good to sneeze, Eds. Wanted to sneeze for you.”

Eddie cursed and reached frantically for one of Steve’s used tissues, burying the head of his cock into the damp folds.

“Did you like it, baby? When I sneezed into your hands? I know you wanted it all over your cock the most. Drenching you with my spray.”

He knew that would do it. He nestled back into the pillow with a satisfied sniff, watching Eddie’s back arch as his climax rushed over him. The orgasm looked intensely gratifying, the metalhead’s face a rictus of ecstasy, cock jumping in his palm and filling the sticky tissue with his cum. Sighing happily when his climax abated, the older man sat in place for a moment before tossing the ruined tissue aside and lifting his arms over his head in a full body stretch. He reached for the glass of water on their nightstand and held it to Steve’s lips, urging him to drink before taking a swig of his own.

“Holy shit, Harrington. You’re gonna kill me one day.”

The dungeon master shucked off his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head.

“Mind if I get into bed with you?”

“Mmmn…”

“’Mmmn’?”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

Eddie crawled up his body and planted a hand firmly on either side of his head. Steve grinned up at him, feeling loopy with exhaustion.

“Steve, baby, light of my life, if this is an actual, genuine concern of yours at this present moment, I hate to be the one to break it to you. But if there was any chance of preventing my catching this fucking plague you have brought unto our household, that was before you sneezed in my mouth when I went in for a kiss this morning.”

Steve giggled.

“Whoops.”

“’Whoops’, he says. If that wasn’t enough, sweetheart, those last fifty sneezes really sealed the deal.”

“Wasn’t…f’fty….”

Steve felt himself starting to drift off.

“Gonna sleep, champ?”

“Mmm…”

He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm where it cupped his cheek.

“Okay. You’ve definitely earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He could hear the smile in his boyfriend’s voice.

“Mm’L’ve you…”

“Love you too, baby.”

#i added a little bit of sneezing from e/ddie #as a treat <3 #nametakenfic #s/tranger t/hings #snz kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snz fet #sneezefic #sneeze kink

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the-exercist · 2 years

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In honor of my daughter turning two months old today (Have you wondered where I've been? That's the big reason I'm so offline), here's my rendition of:

Things They Don't Tell You About Pregnancy, Labor, and Postpartum Life

Because we typically don't get to hear about a lot of the nitty gritty and, even as someone who took pain to educate herself beforehand, many of these things took me by surprise. Pregnant folk deserve to be prepared for the road ahead.

Pregnancy:

We start counting the age of a fetus at your last menstrual cycle, meaning that you are already two weeks pregnant on the day of conception

You will continue to get "period cramps" throughout pregnancy. This is because your uterus is expanding, and that muscle stretch does not feel good.

You may also experience round ligament pain, which is an incredibly sharp pain around your groin due to your ligaments stretching. I would get it if I moved too quickly or sneezed, and the pain would knock the wind out of me.

You are recommended against sleeping on your back while pregnant. In addition to being dangerous for the fetus, due to putting pressure on a major blood vessel, it can make you feel horribly nauseous and light headed. Get used to side sleeping.

Nasal congestion during pregnancy is a thing. Your nasal passages may constrict to the point that you have difficulty breathing during certain parts of the day.

You will be peeing frequently even before the fetus is large enough to press on your bladder. Since your body is producing extra blood, your kidneys have more to filter, so you will be visiting the bathroom way more often right from the start

Labor and Aftermath (C-section):

Cervical checks, where your doctor uses their fingers to measure how dilated you are, are very painful in the beginning but get easier as labor progresses.

You cannot actually induce labor. All of those old wives tricks, like curb walking or having sex, will only induce contractions. So engaging in them will likely only prolong your pain without making the baby come any sooner.

A side effect of the epidural is uncontrollable shaking. It hits right as the epidural wears off and can last for several hours, making it difficult to use your hands

You may not be physically able to pee after getting a c section. Your body loses the ability to control those muscles, leading to urinary retention that can last for a few hours or even a day or two. Even once you can pee again, your body may lose the sense of urinary urgency for a week or more, meaning you can't feel if you have to use the bathroom.

Congrats, you're still getting intense "period cramps." This time, it is your uterus contracting back to it's original size. The cramps get worse while breastfeeding.

IVs pump you so full of liquids that you may experience severe edema, aka foot swelling. This can last roughly two weeks and can reach the point that you can feel your feet sloshing around when you walk.

Postpartum:

Breastfeeding hurts. Your nipples may get torn up, but even so, the latch itself can feel like you are getting stabbed. For the first ~4 weeks, I had to take a deep breath, brace myself, and power through the sharp pain.

The "Let Down" also hurts/aches. This is when your milk releases and begins to flow. It may happen after the baby latches or randomly during the day and then your shirt is suddenly dripping wet. It feels like your boob muscles are stretching.

Lochia is your bloody discharge afterward. It can last for weeks, and it's worth wearing postpartum diapers to deal with it.

Keep taking your stool softeners even after you're all healed up. Breastfeeding can cause constipation.

You can get pregnant again right away, even if you haven't had your period yet. Breastfeeding will not reliably prevent it. Plan your birth control well before you're cleared for sex at six weeks.

Got a question? Want to share another odd tidbit? Add it here!

#pregnancy #birth #postpartum #baby #reproductive health

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Sometimes being sick can lead to sickly sweet discussions. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Sick Fic 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut here, Mary and reader are sick, brief mentions of coughing up mucus, basically a fluffy sic fic. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 752 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 There won't be anymore Mushy May fics this week until this weekend as I'll be heading home for a few days on Wednesday so I can see my dog's final resting place and say a proper good bye to him. I've briefly proofread this to make sure that I've not used any gendered pronouns or terms for reader but if I've missed any let me know! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

You groan as you turn onto your side, curling into the uncomfortably warm body beside you. Peeling a sweat-slick arm off your lover’s body, you rub your eyes and lift your head to glance at the digital clock on the bedside table next to Mary’s side of the bed. 7:39pm. You’ve both been sleeping most of the day.

“’M hungry.” Mary’s voice is nasally and congested. You’re not much better.

“Want soup?”

“Mmm…”

Neither of you are hungry, your throats sandpaper raw. Any food that isn’t hot soup or ice cold ice cream is too painful for either of you to swallow right now. Numerous empty water bottles are scattered across the carpet and your bedside table. Great. Now you’d need to get up to fill some more.

“Noooo,” Mary whines, arms wrapping around you and yanking back down when you try to get up. “Staaaaaay.”

You giggle, body shaking as the laughter turns into a coughing fit. You can’t help but feel warm and gooey inside when your partner coos and presses a kiss to your temple, spooning you and rubbing your chest.

“You stay. I’ll go,” they insist.

You turn your head and smile when they take the opportunity to peck your lips. “Can you fill up a couple of the bottles while you’re up?”

Mary nods. “Sure thing, baby. Be back soon.”

You blow a drowsy kiss at him as he leaves, humming as he dramatically pretends to catch and then eat it before he picks up some of the empty bottles and leaves the bedroom. He’s careful to close the door quietly, clicking it shut behind him.

Kicking the covers off your lower half, you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. Both of you getting sick at the same time was unfortunate, especially with your anniversary coming up. You were the first to become ill after spending the day volunteering at the old folks’ home on the other side of town. You’re pretty sure you caught it from one of the residents, but you couldn’t stay mad at them. It wasn’t the residents’ fault that the staff decided not to tell you that there was a bug going around. A couple of days after you got sick, Mary started to feel unwell too. That was three days ago. Today, you’ve both been unable to leave the bed for much other than to accept to make soup or take in a grocery delivery containing far too many bottles of water than necessary if the unamused look on the delivery driver’s face was anything to go by.

After what feels like an eternity, Mary returns with the refilled bottles of water and two bowls of soup on a tray. The bottles are placed on your respective nightstands and the two of you finally tuck into your soup. The feeling of hot, creamy soup running down your throat provides a momentary relief from the pain, and you’re finally able to talk without feeling like you’re about to hack up a glob of mucus.

“Sorry for getting you sick.”

Mary tuts, rolling his eyes. “As if you need to apologise for that. Just means we’ll both be sick together. You know, in sickness and in health and all that.”

You raise a brow at him. “Quoting wedding vows at me now? You must be sick.”

“Ha-ha.” They weakly nudge you with their elbow. “Is it so bad to be thinking about wedding vows when I think about you? I thought you were into all that wedding shit.”

A pause. “You think about us getting married?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” Mary responds. “I don’t think we need a piece of paper to prove that we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together but a wedding sounds nice. Not that I’m saying we have to do the whole marriage thing or anything like that. I just think about it sometimes. That’s all.”

A smile creeps onto your face. Your pretty sure the heat you can feel rising up your neck and burning your ears isn’t all due to the sickness. “Maybe we should think about it some more once we get better. Only if you want to, though.”

“That’d be nice.”

At that, you both finish off your bowls of soup and gulp down some cool water before settling down to drift off back to sleep once more in each other’s arms, thoughts and discussions of weddings and whatever comes next pushed to the backs of your minds for another day.

#mushy may #mary goore #mary goore x reader #mary goore x gn!reader #repugnant #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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1986harrington · 2 years

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DAY 10: Steve Has a Cold

He tried to stand, but he literally didn't have the strength to pull himself from his sunken position in the sofa. He huffed in annoyance, and you dropped yourself down onto his lap to kiss the scowl from his lips. "Hey, hey, back up. I don't wanna make you-" "Sick? Huh, that's weird, given how totally fine and healthy you are?" You teased, nudging the glass of water and medicine that he still hadn't taken from you into his chest with a soft smile.

"But baby, you're sick." You tried to reason, exasperated and knowing it was futile when it came to your chronically stubborn boyfriend.

"I told you, I'm fine, alright? I'm not-" Steve croaked, voice sounding rough and strained before it was cut off with a sneeze, his eyes squeezing shut and hair falling messy into his eyes with the force of it. "-sick."

"Uh huh. Super convincing there, Stevie. Back to the sofa, let's go."

You hauled at his forearm, dragging him over towards the couch and nudging him down onto it.

Maybe if he'd had the strength in his limbs to hold himself upright, he'd have fought you a bit harder. But every muscle felt achey and heavy, he could barely lift his arms or walk without dragging his feet. His head was pounding, a dull ache that started in the centre and spread out to his temples, making his eyes sore and blurry and he huffed in breaths through his stuffy nose. His throat felt like he'd swallowed broken glass, rough and raw and you were sure his voice was about to go any minute now. His temperature was all over the place too - one second, he's pulling his sweater off, sweating and complaining he's too warm. The next, he's pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over his shoulders, asking if you think it's freezing in here too.

"I can't just sit here. Dustin gets back from visiting Suzy tonight. I'm suppose to pick him up at bus station in like an hour-"

"I'll do it, don't worry about it." You state firmly, lifting his glass of water from the coffee table and popping a cold & flu tablet into your palm before extending both to him.

"Nuh-uh, I don't want you driving all the way out to that part of town on your own in the dark. What if you break down, huh? No offence, babe, but your car's a piece of shit."

"Hey-"

"Or what if you blow a tyre? Or hit a deer, or-"

"And what if any of those things happen to you, hm?"

"Well then at least it would be me walking along an unlit road in the dark, flagging down potentially shadey truck drivers for a ride and not you."

You tried not to laugh, knowing he was being serious and genuine in his concern for you, but his voice was all nasally from the congestion and he sounded like a 5 year old.

"Steve, baby, I think you're catastrophizing a little."

"Damn right I'm catastrophizing. This is Hawkins, remember? We need to be prepared for all worst case scenarios at all times."

"Hey, hey, back up. I don't wanna make you-"

"Sick? Huh, that's weird, given how totally fine and healthy you are?" You teased, nudging the glass of water and medicine that he still hadn't taken from you into his chest with a soft smile. He finally caved, popping the pill into his mouth and taking a swig from the glass.

"Good boy," You praised, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and he groaned, head dropping back against the couch as he closed his eyes.

"Max's school bag..." He said, voice sleepy as he verged on passing out.

"Huh?" You asked, hand coming to rest on his cheek sweetly.

"She left it at the Wheeler's on Friday after school. I brought it back here 'cause she's gonna need it for school tomorrow. I was gonna drop it off but..." He trailed off into a yawn, sinking further into the couch.

"I'll take it with me and drop it off on my way back from Dustin's, okay? Don't worry about it."

You ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, and taking a second to admire him while his eyes were closed. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead before slipping off his lap.

He was practically asleep already, just quietly mumbling as you eased him onto his back to lie down across the couch, head propped on a pile of pillows at the end. You tugged the blanket up from where it had bunched up at the opposite end, pulling it up to cover his chest and shoulders, and he finally settled.

You leaned over him and grabbed your keys from the table beside his head, and he muttered something about you being careful and hurrying back into the pillow his face was now pushed against. You made him a quiet promise to be as quick as you could, before grabbing Max's bag from by the door and heading to bus station to collect Dustin.

#1986harrington’s mystery promptober 🎃#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington

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