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somber-sapphic · 4 months

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Cooking With A Cold

〖500 Follower Prompt: “Oh sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought” + “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing” + 🏥〗

〖Summary: You hurt yourself while trying to cook a romantic meal for your girlfriend.〗

〖Word Count: 1.5k〗

〖Pairing: Natasha x Sick Reader〗

〖A/N: Hello! So, some of you may know there was a bit of a "situation" last week which threw me off a bit and I decide to postpone posting this. I know, it's been months, but I really needed to recompose and regroup which changed my plan. Sorry, I know this is a bit long but I hope you enjoy!〗

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Natasha had just gotten home from a long mission and when she had come into the kitchen you’d screeched at her to get out, not wanting to ruin the surprise. She’d left laughing and was currently sitting on the couch in preparation for what she didn't expect to be an incredibly fancy dinner. She knew that you hated to cook and assumed you’d just thrown a few frozen things in the oven and mac and cheese or something on the stove.

Instead, you had taken it upon yourself to make her favorite dinner and a dessert to go with. Over the two weeks that she had been gone, you’d been watching cooking videos and practicing in your spare time. There was a lot of spare time. You had decided to make her a medium-rare steak with baked asparagus and sauteed mushrooms. Following that there was a cheesecake in the fridge that had come out much better than you’d expected.

When planning this fancy meal that you very much didn't know how to cook, you had been so excited. You were thrilled to get to spend real time with your girlfriend and you wanted her to tell you everything about the ocean and beach and blue skies. It hadn't been a particularly dangerous mission, and you were sure that she’d be happy to tell you all of the more fun details.

So of course, your body had decided to throw something at you. Maybe it was the long nights spent awake wishing you weren't alone in your bed, maybe it was the fact that one of the Avengers (Clint) seemed intent on spending time with you even though he was clearly sick (it was probably the second one), but the cause didn't matter because you were sick. Sick sick.

You didn't have a little sniffle that you could push through with a dose of cold medicine and a few tissues, you had a full-on everything hurts, whole body feels hot and cold, stuffy and runny nose, dizziness, chest cough that won't let up kind of cold. Or maybe the flu. You weren't sure, but that didn't particularly matter to you either. For now, all that mattered was you staying upright for long enough to finish this meal.

Between breaks of sitting on the floor and about one million tissues, you’d managed to get down to the last stretches. The steak was done, and ready to be cut. The mushrooms were sitting on the stove covered by a pot lid to keep them warm. All that was left was the asparagus sitting in the oven and the timer for those had just gone off.

You pulled yourself to your feet and stumbled slightly, the world shifting quickly around you as your center of gravity changed. It was all you could do not to grab the hot stovetop and stumble into the counter instead, hoping that you hadn't made too much noise. You may have felt awful, but you didn't need Natasha to know that.

With your brain on autopilot, you stuck your hands into the oven and grabbed the metal pan with a bare hand. You were so out of it and ready to be finished cooking dinner that you hadn't realized you had forgotten the oven mitt until you felt white-hot pain shoot through your hand.

You pulled back with a strangled gasp, catching the back of your hand on one of the oven racks as you did. Tears of pain clouded your vision momentarily and you clutched your hand to your chest, unsure what to do. The gasp led to a fit of coughing that left you doubled over and panicking. If you just kept standing there your dinner would burn, but you were pretty sure that your hand was useless. And the room was still spinning.

Now you’d have to get Natasha and she would be upset because not only had you ruined dinner, but she’d also need to take care of you. You stood there frozen, and to your utter horror, you began to cry. The frustration of it all was too much. All you’d wanted to do was make a nice hot dinner for your incredibly busy girlfriend and now you needed her help.

“Hey Nat?” You called out in a watery voice, congestion seeping into your worlds. You sniffled and brought your tightly clenched hand up to wipe your nose on your sleeve, doing your best not to disturb the burn. A tiny part of your brain was telling you that you should probably be running it under cool water or at least stick it in the fridge, but it hadn't quite caught up to the part that was shutting down the pain.

Natasha, bounced into the room, her smile lighting up her eyes falling as she saw the twisted expression on your face and the protective way you were holding your hand. You could feel your lower lip quivering and your nose might have been running again but you weren't sure, you were just humiliated. To be safe, you swiped your hand against your fist and sniffled.

“Oh dorogory, what happened?” She asked, rushing over to wrap her arms around you. You laid your head against her shoulder and let out a whimper, wishing that you didn't have to admit to your failure out loud. This was all so humiliating.

She pulled back for a moment and cupped your cheek, lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed. She glanced back at the half-open oven, then at your hand, then back into your eyes and you watched her face go from pure terror for your safety to understanding concern.

“Show me please?” Nat murmured, not wanting to force your hand open and risk hurting you more. You started to nod, but quickly wrenched away to sneeze into your elbow. One sneeze turned into four which turned into a bout of raspy coughing which made you glad you’d managed to turn in time. You didn't want to get her sick too.

You extended your hand at the end of the fit, revealing the blistering burn across your palm.

“Oh, Y/n, I could tell you were sick, but sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought!” She exclaimed, studying your burn intensely as she flicked her eyes up to your mess of a face. You wrinkled your nose and sniffled again, blinking rapidly at her. Black dots had appeared in the corners of your vision in these last few seconds, and you were beginning to wonder how much longer you’d be able to stand up.

“Shit, okay. Let's get you sitting.” You didn't have to say a word, Natasha was right there wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you to the living room. She even managed to turn the oven off as she practically carried you out and set you down on the sofa.

You leaned against the arm of the couch and rested your head on the cushion, another low rumbling cough echoing through your chest. It hurt to breathe, and you could hear a slight wheeze that might be more audible to those with less clogged ears.

“Okay. This hand really doesn't look great baby and I don't like the sound of your breathing. You’re going to hate this, but there’s an Urgent Care a few minutes away and I think we need to go. They might be able to get you something for the pain and something to open up those lungs, okay?” She didn't bother to sugarcoat (much) and her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking. Whether you wanted to or not, you had earned yourself a trip to Urgent Care.

Instead of answering you sneezed again, barely able to direct the sneezes to your lap rather than in her direction. You knew it was gross, but you couldn't seem to make your limbs cooperate the way you wanted them to. Lifting a pinky felt like lifting a thousand tons.

“M’sorry. I can’t stop sneezing.” You mumbled, hoping those words were enough to convey just how sorry you were, not just for the sneezing but for everything. Natasha kissed the top of your head and pressed a tissue to your nose, guiding your uninjured hand to hold it there.

“No apologies my love, just sit tight. I’ll get your shoes and your favorite blanket then we’ll head out, okay?” She soothed, running your fingers through your hair as she talked.

Her voice was the sound of summer rain on a warm night, slow rolling waves on a white sand beach, and birds chirping in a lush green forest. It was every comforting thing anyone could think of plus ten more. She was all that. She never failed to make you feel safe, loved, accepted, and, most importantly, worthy of feeling all of those good things.

You nodded wearily and let yourself melt against the couch as she moved around you, turning off lights and gathering whatever she thought that you would need. You were dreading whatever might happen at Urgent Care, but if she was there you knew that it would be okay. She’d make sure that it was all okay. And when you felt better, you’d make her that damn dinner.

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sickiehugs · 8 months

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The most cold, blunt, reserved, imperious characters going completely soft when their cinnamon roll partner gets sick >>>>

Cuddles, pet names, spoiling them to heaven and back. Absolutely no regard for pride, all they're focused on is making sure their poor, sick little sweetheart doesn't have to lift a finger until they're fully recovered.

#sickfic #whump #sickie #whumpblr #sickfic prompts #fever whump #sickfic tropes #sick fanfic #sick fanfiction #sick fic #fever #fluff #whump fluff #fluff whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #promptiehugs

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ficsick · 3 months

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im craving a fictional illness similar to Hanahaki, but like, instead of onesided love-caused flower puke, what if the victim becomes sick because of jealousy? like, he is extremely jealous his friend has been hanging out with someone new and not been around him much, and due to his extreme jealousy he becomes really sick from it. like. most symptoms i imagine are basic flu-like symptoms, or some which are also virus related. this sickness starts off easy to manage but gets worse every day, and the only way he can make it go away is to confront the person about his jealousy, or have the person take care of him until he no longer feels forgotten.

is this anything

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disastercomingfaster · 1 year

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Summary: A fluffy fanfiction where superstar Taylor Swift is determined to make her girlfriend (reader) feel better when she comes down with the flu. A quick fanfiction simply meant to fill you with warm feelings!

#taylor swift #taylor alison swift #taylor swift x reader #gaylor #sick fic #sickfic #sick fanfiction #taylor swift fanfiction #taylor swift fanfic #swifties #taylor swift sick fic #taylor swift fluff #fluff #disastercomingfaster fanfic #taylor swift gif

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yukiumisakura25 · 7 months

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First Date Back Ch. 2

AN: Not a whole lotta sneezing in this second part, but it is cute I promise! Also alittle SMUTTY but yeah.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, light smut and cussing.

Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.

The ferris wheel operator looked between Takemitchy and Mikey as they came up to the front of the line. Mikey held onto Takemitchy’s arm as he had an expression between exhaustion and excitement. Takemitchy gave the operator a knowing look and showed him the tickets. The operator stepped to the side, allowing them both on, waiting for them to sit before closing the door.

“Okay Mikey, we made it.” Takemitchy smiled down at Mikey, unsure if he was still coherent. Mikey leaned further into Takemitchy, a gentle smile on his face.

“Great…we mbade it.” Mikey sighed, which turned into a congested cough. Takemitchy frowned and rubbed his back, worried about Mikey’s wellbeing. The ferris wheel began to move, and Takemitchy took Mikey’s hand into his own.

“I really missed you Mikey.” Takemitchy confessed after Mikey’s fit died down, leaving him a sniveling mess.

“I mbissed you too, Mbitchy.” Mikey used his free hand to rub his nose, his head leaning on Takemitchy’s arm.

“I was worried, I mbean, sniff you seembed different. These past few days, you were distant from mbe, from everyone.” Mikey tilted his head up to catch Takemitchy’s eyes.

“I was hoping you’d open up to mbe. And what better way thdan sniff a date?” Takemitchy blushed at Mikey’s flushed face, and how forward Mikey was. Mikey’s eyes crinkled and his mouth opened slightly.

“Heh” Takemitchy was prepared this time, not forgetting to grab some tissues from the gift store on the way to the ferris wheel. He pulled out the pre-opened packet with his free hand.

“Heh- Mb- Mbitchy-…” Mikey hitched with a runny nose; his head still tilted up towards Takemitchy.

“It’s okay Mikey, I got you.” Takemitchy spoke with a gentle tone, holding the tissues up to Mikey’s face. No second sooner, Mikey pitched forward.

“"Eh'hehTSHU!” Takemitchy could feel the warmness as it splattered into the tissue. He waited a moment to make sure Mikey was done. Mikey sniffled, a sign he was done for this second. Takemitchy pulled away and pinched off Mikey’s nose, keeping the mess in the tissue as much as possible. Mikey stood still as Takemitchy used the tissue to clean up his face, his ears red from either the fever or embarrassment.

“Imb Sorry.” Mikey sniffled, looking at the ground.

“It’s fine Mikey. Hey, I know what will make you feel better.” Takemitchy pointed across towards the window, showing the beautiful scenery in the bright sunlight. Mikey looked and smiled, seeing as they were near the top.

“Mbitchy~ sniff.” Mikey moved closer to Takemitchy, pulling himself up to come face to face with him. Takemitchy blushed and scooted away, Mikey following right after him.

“M-Mikey?” Takemitchy leaned back as Mikey was a breath away, his eyes lighting up as his mouth pulled into a smile. Mikey cupped a hand to Takemitchy’s cheek and leaned in, closing his eyes slowly.

“Mik-“ Takemitchy was cut off by warm chapped lips against his. Mikey leaned in further as Takemitchy was trying to get over the shock of Mikey kissing him.

Mikey. Kissing.

Still shocked, Takemitchy opened his mouth to speak, and Mikey used that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in. Takemitchy wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste and began kissing him back. In seconds, Takemitchy was full on making out with Mikey, tasting the cherry cough drops Mikey had eaten recently as their tongues fought for dominance. Takemitchy’s hands ran through Mikey’s hair as Mikey had a gentle but firm grip on his face, as if he let go Takemitchy would pull away. Some point between the making out, Mikey had pushed Takemitchy up against the glass wall next to him, trailing a hand from his face to his side to his back.

“Mikey.” Takemitchy breathed out in between gulps of air, before Mikey pulled him back in for more. Mikey’s hand was sliding to Takemitchy’s backside when he felt a tingle in his nose. Takemitchy felt Mikey’s nose twitch, but couldn’t think much of it as Mikey placed his knee between Takemitchy’s legs. He felt Mikey’s breathing hitch, causing him to take a good look at Mikey’s face.

Wait. Wait Mikey Don’t-

Mikey broke the kiss just in time to sneeze between their chests, covering both their shirts in a snotty spittle.

“HAPTSCHEW! Heh- HE’PSHUH! Ha- haPHEW!” Each sneeze left another layer of slick mess on their shirts, Takemitchy’s taking the brunt of it. At least Mikey was aiming down instead of in Takemitchy’s face, as he was now using his hands to hold Mikey’s shoulders to keep him stable. By the time the fit subsided, Mikey was swaying and both nostrils had thick ropes of slime trailing down to either Mikey’s or Takemitchy’s shirt.

Unsure what to say, Takemitchy used a hand to pull out the tissues from his pockets to clean up Mikey’s face.

“Mb sorry Mbitchy.” Takemitchy frowned as Mikey sniffed, seeing his glazed over eyes water. Takemitchy first cupped Mikey’s nose with the tissues.

“Blow.” Mikey didn’t need to be told twice, but he looked so shameful as he looked away while Takemitchy pinched his nose. The ferris wheel came to a halt as their cart reached the bottom. With the rest of theup just smearing Takemitchy tried to clean off his and mikey’s shirt as quickly as he could, but ended up just smearing it in.

“Lets get you home Mikey.” Takemitchy said quietly, standing up and held a hand out to Mikey. Mikey frowned deeper but took Takemitchy’s hand and allowed him to help him up. Mikey swayed and fell into Takemitchy, who caught him and helped keep him up as he led them out of the cart. A few steps forwards, he looked around for any signs of Draken or Mitsuya.

“Are you mbad?” Mikey as quietly. Takemitchy looked at the man in his arm, furrowing his brows.

“I’m not mad Mikey, I’m just really worried about you.” He used the back of his other hand to check Mikey’s forehead.

“Mikey I think your fever went up.” He said with concern. Mikey huffed, annoyed with himself and his traitorous body.

“Dis didn’t go as planned at all. Sniff” Mikey grumbled, leaning more into Takemitchy as he breathes from his mouth, too stuffed up otherwise.

“Well to be fair, I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me.” Takemitchy said, alittle shy about the display of affection. Mikey opened his mouth to speak but just ended up coughing. Frowning, Takemitchy rubbed his back to help him until it died down.

“Dambit! I just wanted to ask you out rombantically and shit!” Mikey yelled in frustration, irritating his throat more and sent him coughing again.

“You wanted to ask me out? Like.. like out-out?” Takemitchy turned red as he processed what he just heard.

“Of course, ids why I asked you ou-.. heh..a-asked you..o-o- he’PTSCHUW!” Mikey whipped his head to the side, spraying a couple who were walking by on accident. They only gave him a dirty look before continuing on their way, probably to go sanitize themselves.

“Fug!” Mikey sniffed, dragging his sleeve across his red, abused nose. If he has any more usable tissues, Takemitchy would have given them to him.

“Oi, Mikey! Takemitchy!” Draken came jogging over with Mitsuya and Baji in tow.

“Woah Mikey, you look like shit.” Baji said, as if he were seeing an alien. Mikey only had the energy to glare at him before his nose began to run again.

“Stop it Baji, here Mikey.” Mitsuya pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed some to Mikey.

“Danks.” Mikey muttered before blowing his nose, squishing his nose up and down to try to get rid of that itch.

“Thanks Takemitchy, for going along with our dumbass leader.” Draken sighed, passing the care taking job to Mitsuya.

“Of course Draken, it was really no problem. I do have to get home and shower though.” He winced as he felt the dried mucus touch his skin from his shirt.

“You’re not combing Mbitchy?” Mikey tried to give him puppy dog eyes, but the snot running down his face and the clear exhaustion made it less effective.

“Hell no Takemitchy ain’t coming Mikey! You snotted all over him!” Draken growled out to Mikey, as if he had the audacity to ask that.

“I’ll see you later Mikey.” Takemitchy gave him a small smile, not refuting what Draken said. Mikey tched before coughing again.

Before he was led away, Takemitchy called out.

“And when you’re better, we can give the date a second try.”

Mikey turned back towards Takemitchy, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, Id like that!” He beamed, before his nose crinkled and he sneezed, earning an earful from Draken as he was pulled by Mitsuya out of the park.

Yeah, things are going to be okay.

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~

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my-morai · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Original Female Character(s), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Sick Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Soft Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Parental Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Sick Character, The Dad Batch, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Tech is a good nurse, Hunter is a Good Dad, Mando'a Language (Star Wars) Series: Part 2 of Look for the Light | The Bad Batch & Tali Summary:

Omega catches the flu, revealing some of her medical trauma to Tali, who wants nothing more than to show Omega how cared for she is. But when she falls ill herself, Tali is the one to experience the true care that the Batch provides.

#fanfic #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #sick fanfiction #original character #the dad batch #soft hunter #hunter is a good dad #sick character #hurt/comfort #found family #fluff #tech is a good nurse #everyone needs a hug

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ghouljams · 5 months

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König would be so good as a period buddy :(

He's got those huge hands and I bet he just radiates heat, he'd massage your back while you lay on him, he'd press his hand against your stomach to try and soothe the cramps. He'd be so attentive, he was raised by his mutter to be a good boy and this is important good boy activities :( fetching heating pads, candy, easy food when your hormones fuck up your appetite, soup and tea. König would just coo at you each time you whined, he hates seeing you hurting but you're so cute and needy :(

He'd love period sex. You're so squirmy and embarrassed, but you're so hot on his tongue and you make such pretty sounds for him. There's something dark and possessive that growls with pleasure seeing your blood on his cock, feeling you tremble and cry because your hormones are running wild. You're just so cute! You're adorable, he just wants to eat you up. Maybe he will, he's already got you basically confined to bed. Why ever let you anywhere else after this?

#cod x reader #x reader #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig #f!reader #könig x f!reader #afab!reader #tw periods #period sex #i am in so much pain lol #ghoul is very sick rn

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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #donnie keeps the comms going on in the background as he works #when he gets to the end he’s like what the hell…where’s the rest #donnie: leo where’s part nine #leo barely cognizant after not needing sleep for months: whuh-#donnie: you can’t leave it at a cliffhanger. leo. leo where’s the next part.#listen leo has a great memory for his special interests this is CANON plus he’s a great talker so he would totally be able to do this frfr #whenever he needs to be quiet he’s SILENT but otherwise he’s regaling the exploits of his idols to the captive audience that is The Photo #sometimes Krang sneaks up on him and just listens to him talk like ????#it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father #as splinter makes his own crossover fanfiction when sick lol plus he’s Literally Lou Jitsu #and yes krang ALSO gets a bit invested #leo notices the reduction of Ouch but hey more time for rambling fanfic for him 👍#idk leo’s a damn good actor/liar/planner/schemer and I genuinely think that can pivot into storytelling so well #the literal second mikey’s hands heal donnie zooms to his side with hand stabilizers and a request to draw ‘scene 82 from recording 3’#mikey’s like what #so obvs now HE needs to listen as he works #he too gets invested #he comes across raph who mentions having trouble sleeping #mikey: have I got the podcast fanfic for you!#it only somewhat helps raph sleep #somewhat bc sometimes he forces himself to stay awake to hear the rest #yes these recordings go to the whole fam and leo is none the wiser #they don’t even mean to hide it it just never comes up lol #it’s only when donnie FINALLY makes it to the end of the recordings that he confronts leo to continue the story #leo: oH YOU HEARD ALL THAT HUH-

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bunnycvnts · 1 month

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new bf!rafe getting babied while he’s sick & falling deeper in love

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his room was dark despite being midday, thanks to the blackout curtains shielding an array of windows lining his bedroom walls. you tiptoed carefully into the room, easing the door shut gently with your foot, your hands occupied by the tray of goodies for your sick boyfriend. on the tray was a bowl of soup, tissues, two cool washcloths, and a freshly refilled water bottle.

earlier that day, it didn’t take long for you to realize rafe had come down with something. he had been moodier than normal, sneezing and coughing unnecessarily loud, and his nose had been rubbed raw from toilet paper. you ushered him quickly into his room, telling him to nap while you ran out to grab a few things. the trip took longer than you’d thought, and by the time you arrived back to tannyhill, the boy was out cold.

rafe felt the bed dip with weight, and a groan left his lips. his eyes fluttered open and closed repeatedly as you took his temperature. “‘m fine, babe. seriously. jus’ have a cold or something.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, the thermometer showing a whopping 101.5 temperature, indicating a fever.

“mhm, i know. just humor me. will make me feel better knowing you’re getting some rest.” you knew how he was. he wouldn’t do anything for himself, but if it meant doing it for you…well, he could manage that. anything to please his girl. rafe nodded his head slightly, prompting you to carry on with your nurse facade.

offering the warm soup, he was quick to deny it, claiming his stomach was turning, and he definitely didn’t have any sort of appetite, so you left it on the tray resting on his desk. a moan of relief followed the cold cloth resting against his forehead and sliding down his skin.

“feels nice,” he grumbled out. your lips formed into a pout, as if you were looking at a sad puppy. he was just so cute, you couldn’t help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “i know, baby.”

rafes mouth upturned at the petname, always a sucker for verbal affection. his brain felt like mush, and he wasn’t entirely sure that you weren’t some figment of his imagination. a moment of weakness, leading him to conjure up someone who knew how to relieve some of the pain he was feeling and make his heart melt at the same time.

you helped him sit up, slipping some medicine into his mouth, followed by water to help him swallow it down. his chest was bare, a light sheen of sweat sweeping across his skin. you were quick to grab the second cloth and gently run it down his chest, cleaning him off and easing the heat he felt. goosebumps rose on his skin at the cold cloth, despite his moans of relief.

his eyes had remained mostly closed, peaking at you sometimes when you’d stop touching him, wondering where you’d gone, but each time he was met with a sweet kiss to his cheek and another swipe of the cold cloth among various areas of his skin. his heart felt heavy with love as you cared for him, gazing at you each time you turned away to grab different items for him. you were like an angel, swooping down and holding his heart in your hands, bringing it back to health.

when the cloth ran warm from his heat, you placed it back on the tray, so you could use it again later after running it under some water. your hand met his forehead, trying to gauge his temperature, even though you already knew what it was.

“my poor baby, bet you feel so icky right now.” you pouted down at him, watching as his cheeks flushed deeper.

“stop it. i’m fine.” his words did nothing to stop the smile forming on his lips. he was a sucker for your sweet words. he forced his eyes open to look at you, raising his arms out to gesture you in.

“baby, you have a fever. i know you’re too warm; cuddling won’t help.” despite your response to his gesture, it didn’t take much to convince you, which you proved as you lay next to him when he grumbled at you. rafe rested his head on your skin, feeling the coolness of it against his cheek. “just for a sec, promise. jus’ a second.”

you laid there for the rest of the night, as he had quickly fallen back asleep on you. your soft skin and scent, which he loved so much, provided more comfort than a cool washcloth or some warm soup ever could.

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prettyflyforawhitelie · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to do some more x reader headcanons just because they’re so fun! I love the idea of the characters caring for you when you’re sick, it’s just so cute. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Warnings: None (if you don't count tooth-rotting fluff)

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

Essentially hides you away in his room: wants more than anything to take care of you, but refuses to expose this “softer” side of him to anyone else. If anybody knew that you were the Radio Demon’s only weakness, not only would that put him in danger, but you as well.

Will prepare any food that your heart desires - his mother brought him up to be an excellent cook! His recommended feel-good food is his mother’s jambalaya, but you absolutely love when he makes etouffee!

If anybody dares to try and disturb your well-needed sleep, he broadcast their screams to remind them just why the hotel has a radio tower…

Will suggest that you take advantage of the bayou-side of his room for the fresh air, but of course will not force you to do anything against your complete comfort.

The best thing that he knows to do is what his mother did to him whenever he was sick: Sit in bed with him and tell him Creole folk tales. They always enamored him, and just the fact that he was allowing you to see this personal side of him made you feel better.

At the end of the day, Alastor would take advantage of the beautiful setting that the dark bayou side of his room provided and conjure up a lovely scene of fireflies, all while softly playing his piano and singing his favorite songs to guide you to sleep (You are the only person he will let hear his singing). While Alastor may seem heartless from afar, you wouldn’t trade this demon for all of the money in the world.

🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:

Would definitely notice that you were sick before you did and insisted that you get plenty of bedrest. When you refused, insisting that you were ok, she would monitor you until you finally accepted that you were sick and let her take care of you. She would say, “I’m not saying I told you so, buuuuuut…”

Takes care of you to the point where some tasks of the hotel were neglected, but to be honest, it was a win-win for everyone in the hotel. She was happy that you were being taken care of, and everyone else was happy that they didn’t have to participate in trust exercises.

She would crack open her book of the story of Hell - it always calms her down during an extermination, so hopefully it could calm you down as you try to sleep.

If she absolutely had to leave the hotel to do/get something, she would most definitely buy a little keepsake and bring it back for you.

She would use her love for singing to lull you to sleep, singing sweet lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child.

You have to constantly remind her to take care of herself as well, as she will literally remain at your bedside, not caring to eat or sleep, until you get better. She often gets so caught up in caring for others that she forgets to care for herself! You tell her that it would genuinely make you feel better to see her taking care of herself as well.

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Gets more defensive over you than usual, which honestly scares everyone. Nobody wants to so much as speak to you wrong in fear of Vaggie literally attacking them. Having Vaggie around is the definition of scary dog privileges.

She’s honestly extremely dramatic when it comes to you getting sick, which may seem ridiculous, but think about it: she was thrown away by her “family” in heaven, and now you’re the only person that she truly has. You confide in her, you allow her to let her guard down. If she lost you, she doesn’t know how she could even exist. So whether you have a cold or something more serious, she will automatically jump to the worst conclusions and get worried as Hell.

As tough as she seems, Vaggie loves to cuddle. She will literally lay in bed with you all day, not caring if she gets sick as well. You’re the only person that she can be vulnerable with, and if you have to be in bed all day, you better bet she’ll be right there next to you.

Her love language is absolutely telling you about all the things that she would do to defend you. She will go into immense detail about the things that she would do for you, and you will always listen in awe. She has been through so much, and this is the only way that she knows how to express her true love for you.

The last thing she wants is for somebody to feel abandoned in their struggle like she did when she fell from Heaven, especially you. She will make sure that you know how much you are valued and loved, not just by her, but by everyone at the hotel.

When you’re finally ready to get out of bed and start participating in hotel duties again, she monitors you the whole time to make sure that you’re not over-exerting yourself.

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

Is very upset and on edge - Valentino forces him to work everyday, no matter the circumstances, and not being at the hotel to care for you or at least watch over you makes him feel horrible.

Basically forces you to sleep as much as you can, even better if it’s in his room so he can see that you’re okay immediately when he gets home.

Encourages you to cuddle with Fat Nuggets - he’s essentially a cute and cuddly heating pad. (He actually gives Fat Nuggets this adorable pep talk about how he needs to take good care of you while “dad” is at work)

He wholeheartedly believes in the power of comedy, so he essentially treats your bedrest as a stand-up comedy show for him to perform in order to make you laugh. He’ll tell stupid jokes, put together horrible dances, or even just hide in places and scare you in hopes that making you laugh will help you forget how bad you feel.

Loves talking to you after work. You’re essentially the only person that he takes off his hypersexual mask around, and he knows that he can be himself around you, that you would never judge him. So, sometimes he will get home to find you already asleep and get in bed with you, holding you tight, whispering all of the things that he wanted to tell you about today, hoping that at least some of his words wiggle their way into your dreams.

Loves sappy rom com movies and will 100% force you to watch them with him. He claims it’s because the “good vibes” of the romance will make you feel better, but to be honest, he just wants someone to watch his dumb movies with.

♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

Will blame himself for your sickness, claiming that he shouldn’t have let you drink so much over the past couple of days (He literally cannot comprehend the idea that people can be sick NOT from being hungover lol).

When you insist that it’s not his fault, he’ll ease up. He’ll use some of his bartending skills to make some sort of juice mocktail for you and will definitely sneak in some vitamin C to heal you faster.

Everyone - specifically Angel - will wonder why the fuck the bar hasn’t been stocked in days (It’s because Husk has been chilling in bed/taking care of you nonstop).

This is the only time that he will completely surrender to the idea of being one big stuffed animal to cuddle with. I mean, he’s warm, soft, and he purrs! What’s more therapeutic than that?

This is also a great time to get uninterrupted talking time with Husk. He’s a great listener, so you’ve always opened up to him, but it took him a while to open up to you too. He had told you that you were one of the only people that he trusted enough to confide in, but always seemed to air on the side of caution when sharing his personal struggles because it always seemed that someone would just pop up at the bar asking for a drink whenever it happened. This was one of the few times that the two of you could be completely open and vulnerable with each other without the risk of outside judgment.

Given the fact that he was such a gambler, Husk has a knack for all sorts of card games. If you get too bored, just give him a deck of cards and the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Want him to teach you how to play poker or rummy? Done. Want him to embarrass himself while he tries to relearn some card tricks that he used to flaunt? Done and done.

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

The second you told him you were sick, he would waste no time in finding one of his many inventions that could help you in some way. He definitely has some complex medical screening device hidden somewhere that he could use… he just has to remember where he put it.

If you complain about being sore, he will insist that you snuggle up next to him. Because he’s a cold-blooded reptile, his body is one big ice pack! On the other end, if you feel yourself coming down with some feverish chills, he has you covered! His bedroom ceiling is essentially one huge heat lamp, so feel free to chill under there, too!

Has assigned himself as your personal nurse and will provide anything that your heart desires. If it for some reason cannot be found within the hotel, he will travel to any ring of Hell necessary to make sure that you are well taken care of. This man is DETERMINED.

You can tell that he’s taking this seriously because he actually neglects his “evil duties” for a couple of days. The airship isn’t even mentioned until you heal (unless, of course, you feel that taking a ride on the airship would make you feel better. Then, of course he will set it up for you!).

Despite literally voicing his complete and utter devotion to your every flight of fancy, this man is still as awkward as ever. He will still struggle to ask you if you want to cuddle, quite literally fluttering around the subject until you bring it up for him.

At the end of the day, though, Sir Pentious is probably the sweetest sinner you could’ve ended up with as your caretaker. He may be awkward, but boy, does he love you!

👹👼Lucifer👼👹:

While you are resting in bed, he will conjure up the most delightful images of anything you request (his favorite, though, is a group of ducklings waddling through a golden lake together 🫶)

Being the King of Hell, he has so many interesting stories to tell you if you’re willing to listen. He will gladly tell you stories as you lay in bed with him, slowly lulling you to sleep. (His daughter clearly got her love of storytelling from him).

He loves that you trust him enough to let him take care of you - he doesn’t often have people around, let alone people that he truly loves. Just your presence in his room truly fills him with so much joy.

He didn’t want to annoy you with his ramblings about his many rubber ducks so he was ecstatic when you asked him to give you a tour of all of them. This man was telling you each and every duck’s name, backstory, etc. and honestly, it was adorable. When he quickly glazed over one of the ducks anxiously, you asked why. He then shyly revealed that it was, in fact, a rubber duck that looked just like you.

His love language is definitely gift-giving. This rubber duck would lead to him showing the many, MANY gifts he has created for you in his free time. He always has a ton of downtime, so making gifts for people is his favorite hobby. These gifts include, but aren’t limited to: various duck items, binded storybooks, music boxes, paintings, etc. This man is TALENTED, to say the least. He just hopes that looking at these will distract you enough from being sick.

Also, his room is by far the comfiest to sleep in while you’re sick… the mood lighting that is naturally provided from his glowing light shows is simply unmatched.

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somber-sapphic · 3 days

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Hii!! Been a fan of your of your stuff for a while now, could I please request Nat x reader with maybe Nat coming back home from a mission sick or something? using prompts: "Could you pass me a tissue, please?" + “I think I caught something. My head is pounding." + “Let me fuss over you."

Thanks!!

Healing Hours

〖Summary: Natasha returns early from a mission with a bad case of the flu.〗

〖Word Count: 1.3k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Natasha x R〗

〖Notes: I hope you all enjoy this!〗

You sighed and slammed your book shut, unable to on the words on the page. Natasha was supposed to be back from her mission in two days and you were a mixture of excited and nervous. She had been radio silent for days, only sending messages concerning the mission.

That meant no sweet texts to you, only communication with Cap and Tony.

It was standard for a mission like this, she was in a potentially dangerous situation and to minimize any danger they minimized contact. Even though you understood it didn’t mean you had to like it. You had continued to train while she was away, the physical act of hitting something distracting you from your anxiety. If you could keep your energy up you could keep the emotions at bay.

With a frustrated groan you pulled out your laptop, resigning yourself to some YouTube cat compilations. Those usually held your attention, and it helped that cats were adorable. Maybe you could convince Tony to let you have a cat, if you laid out a good enough argument he might let you.

For a while you let yourself be captured by the videos moving across the screen, watching the pixelated cats fall off of things only to get up unharmed, attack humans, and be afraid of toasters. You were pulled out of your feline trance by a slight jiggle of your doorknob.

You looked up from your laptop, staring at the door handle and reaching for your weapon. No one was supposed to come into your room, and you had strict rules about knocking before opening the door. You grasped the smooth handle of the knife under your pillow, tensing your body in preparation for a fight.

There were a million thoughts swirling through your mind, how had someone gotten into the tower? Why hadn’t FRIDAY alerted you? Were the others safe?

A dark silhouette appeared in the doorway, and you threw your knife, the blade sinking into the wood of the door frame beside the person's head. It was a warning shot, you didn’t miss. Your goal was to scare the person off to avoid an altercation that you didn’t want to get into.

“Jesus Y/n, what the fuck was that?” A raspy voice asked, someone flicked on the light illuminating a very grumpy-looking Natasha. She walked into the room and threw her toolbelt onto the dresser, being much less careful than she usually was. She loved that belt; it had saved her life many times and she always handled it with care.

“You fucking scared me! You’re supposed to be in Latvia, not breaking into my bedroom!” You shot back, lowering yourself against the headboard, the tension leaving your body. The adrenaline coursing through your veins began to calm down, slowing your rapid heartbeat.

“And you’re supposed to be asleep, it's 2:00 in the morning.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Like you're any better,” Your words trailed off as a sharp sneeze cut through the room, leaving Natasha hunched over and sniffing.

“Why are you back early?” Suspicion laced your words as you took in her disheveled appearance. When she was in uniform, she went to extensive efforts to make herself look professional even in a more relaxed setting.

This time her clothes were slightly wrinkled, and her hair was a mess. You didn’t expect her to look picture-perfect after coming back from a mission, but she did try to make herself look stoic coming home to impress the men. She turned to face you, revealing an unnatural flush to her cheeks and red-chapped nostrils, the telltale signs of the flu.

“I think I caught something; my head is pounding. Steve pulled me, decided I wasn’t healthy enough to be in the field. He threatened to come and get me himself.” She mumbled, sniffling again. She rubbed her nose against her sleeve and coughed into the air.

You smiled at the idea, picturing her arguing with Steve who would seriously come and get her if he felt the need.

“Okay love, go get showered and I’ll get some supplies. Do you think you’ll be okay to do it by yourself?” You asked, concerned that she might fall over if left alone. Natasha rolled her eyes, wincing at the motion. She shook her head slightly as if to clear it then nodded.

“I’ll be fine. Just want to get it over with, then sleep.”

“Yeah, I bet you do. It’ll feel really good I promise.” When you heard the shower running you climbed out of bed, getting to work. You rifled through the drawers of your bedside table and pulled out a bottle of Nyquil alongside a thermometer, a box of tissues, and a bag of cough drops, all things left over from the last time you’d gotten sick.

Next, you tiptoed into the kitchen and got a glass of water and one of juice, not wanting to make tea until Natasha asked for it. She rarely drank it and you knew she didn’t like it but you’d be happy if she consumed any fluids.

When you returned to your room you were surprised to find your shivering girlfriend curled up in the bed, her wet hair splayed out over the pillow. You’d only been gone for ten minutes tops, you hadn’t expected her to have showered so quickly.

“Did you enjoy your shower?” You asked, setting the glasses of water and juice on the small table by her side of the bed. She shrugged and sniffled thickly, rubbing her fist against her red nose.

“Could you pass me a tissue please?” Her voice was so stuffy, poor thing sounded awful. And she didn’t look much better, not that you would tell her that. You grabbed a tissue from the already prepared box and pressed it into her hand, turning a way to simulate privacy as she blew her nose weakly.

“Oh, my sweet Natty, you really don’t feel well do you…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her. Natasha nodded and turned to look at you with a pout set on her chapped lips. Barely three seconds later her gaze unfocused and she snapped forward with a rough sneeze that she didn’t have time to cover.

“Okay well that wet hair isn’t going to help. Sit up for me, take some medicine, and I’ll dry your hair while we watch a movie.” The redhead did what you instructed, lifting herself onto the pillows with a wheezy sigh.

You poured out a dose of the medication and watched her drink it, making sure that she got all of it. The gulp of “grape” flavored goop was quickly followed by half a glass of juice. You were internally pleased with the amount of juice she had just willingly drank, usually keeping her hydrated was a chore.

“Get comfy and pick a movie, I’ll grab the hair dryer.” She settled on Jaws for reasons that you couldn’t explain. You knew she loved it but you didn’t exactly consider it a good sick day movie. It didn’t matter, she already looked half asleep. You doubted she’d make it through the first act even with the sound of the hair dryer.

“C’mere baby, let me fuss over you.” You climbed into bed and pulled her into your lap, positioning her so that she was laying back against you with her head on your chest. Just as you’d predicted it didn’t take long for her eyes to start drooping, the sound and warmth of the hair dryer seemed to be lulling her to sleep.

“M’sorry for getting sick.” She mumbled, a huge yawn escaping her lips. You rubbed her shoulder and pulled the blankets up around her, making sure that she was comfortable.

“No apologizes necessary Nat. You just relax, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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sickiehugs · 10 months

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A character taking care of their small, weak, half-conscious partner when they fall dangerously ill. Treating them like they're the most fragile thing in the world, as if they would just crumble or shatter if even the slightest breeze blew on them too hard. The complete silence that fills the room, only ever being broken by quiet coughs or pathetic little whimpers or a soft "Shh... I know, baby... I know..."

Hovering over them, constantly doing things and checking things and taking care of things, never ever sitting down even for a second until their partner is fully recovered.

If they were to do so much as turn their head, or try to talk, or move their hand, they'd get a panicked "Oh-- Shh... Stay still, baby..."

#promptiehugs #sickfic #whump #sickie #sickfic prompts #whumpblr #sickfic tropes #fever whump #sick fanfic #sick fanfiction

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ficsick · 11 months

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why does chatgpt insist on having every story end with A and B becoming closer? when can i have a story where B faces the repercussions of what they did to make them feel sick, and A scold them? why is it always B realizing what they did wrong and understanding not to do it again, and then A and Bs bond strengthens? like imagine bonding over throwing up

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disastercomingfaster · 11 months

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WHERE ARE ALL THE LESBIAN SICK FICS???

#yes I have a problem #fanfiction #lesbian #sick fanfiction #sick fic #lesbian fanfic

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yukiumisakura25 · 10 months

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AN: This is A TakeMikey ship, but from the present time, so they’re adults! Also like an alternative universe where Takemichi only needed to save two people. -SMALL SPOILER ALERT- It was going to be a one shot, but I kept writing. My second SNZFIC!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, and cussing.

Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.

First Date Back

Takemitchy took an hour getting ready for his date with Mikey. He fought with his black hair to stay tamed as he put on a nice, light blue collared shirt that complimented his deep blue eyes. He decided since it was supposed to be a warm day, tan shorts would be the best to go with. After getting back to the future, having saved Draken and Baji, he discovered he was still connected to Toman, even if he was not officially in the gang anymore. He planned to ask more questions about what happened, as he only just recently reconnected with Mikey, but all he could think about was the text message he received yesterday morning.

‘Wanna to go on a date Mitchy?’ Takemitchy never sent a yes so fast before.

‘Great! I’ll see ya tmr at R. Amusement Prk at 9!’

Takemitchy re-read that message at least 10 more times before he could process what had happened. He could barely sleep that night and now he’s staring in the mirror, debating on putting cologne on or not.

He left his house with thirty minutes to get to the location, deciding against anything too extra. He took the train to the amusement park and ran the rest of the way. He checked his watch and found he was five minutes early and sighed in relief. He looked at his reflection in the water and fixed his shirt and his hair that got messed up in the run. Fixing his collar, he stood outside the park, and checked his phone.

It was 9:03 a.m.

Takemitchy fiddled with his phone as he kept looking around, waiting for Mikey’s figure to show up or to hear his voice.

He checked his phone after a few more minutes, finding that it was now 9:07 a.m.

Takemitchy called Mikey, knowing if it was him late, he’d get an earful and probably a forehead flick from Mikey. The phone rang three times before it stopped.

‘Yo this is Mikey, I’m not here at the moment, obviously, leave a message if you want to-‘The voice mail was cut off by an incoming call from Draken. Takemitchy quickly answered it, feeling worried about the lack of Mikey.

“Draken?” He held the phone close to his ear.

“Takemitchy, hey. Did Mikey call you yet?” Draken asked, sounding out of breath. Takemitchy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“No, and he didn’t answer my call. And he didn’t show up to our- well…” Takemitchy was blushing, unsure if he should mention their date.

“Anyway, is he alright? Have you heard- “

“Takemitchy!” He heard from his far left. He almost gave himself whiplash when he turned his head and found a breathless, red-faced Mikey. He was bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his black hair falling onto his face.

Takemitchy beamed and used his free hand to wave to Mikey.

“Mikey! I’m over here!” He called to him, then heard Draken through the phone.

“Mikey?? He’s there?? Why- “

“Sorry to worry you Draken, he made it. I’ll have him give you a call later, I promise!” Takemitchy pulled his phone away.

“Wait Take- “Takemitchy hung up and Mikey jogged slowly over to him.

“Sorry I was late, I slept through my alarm.” Mikey said, still sounding breathless. Takemitchy beamed and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine, you’re here now.” Takemitchy said excitedly. Mikey smiled lightly before letting out a small cough. Takemitchy was able to fully appreciate Mikey’s casual wear. A light green jacket over a black button up, and dark jeans that showed off his ass.

“Let’s go Mitchy!” Mikey grabbed Takemitchy’s hand and ran inside, quickly purchasing two tickets.

“Mikey, I could’ve gotten my own tickets.” Takemitchy blushed, allowing Mikey to pull him around with no resistance.

“No way Mitchy, I asked you out, so I wanted to pay.” Mikey smirked, pulling Takemitchy further into the amusement park. He abruptly stopped, Takemitchy nearly faceplanted into his back.

“Ow, Mikey!” Takemitchy rubbed his nose with his free hand. Mikey made a soft, breathy sound.

“Heh…” Takemitchy looked over Mikey’s arm to see his face. His eyes squinted as his mouth hung open alittle. Takemitchy noticed his nose was twitching like a rabbit’s.

“Mikey?”

“HEH-KSHUUU!” Mikey leaned forward violently, spraying the air without even attempting to cover. Takemitchy moved back, nearly jumping at the intense display.

It was quiet for a moment, then he heard a soupy sniffle as Mikey stood up straight.

“Mikey?” Takemitchy softly asked, watching Mikey rub his nose on his sleeve from behind with another sniff.

“Hm?” Mikey questioned, turning to look at Takemitchy with his nose still in his sleeve.

“Are you okay?” Takemitchy asked looking into his eyes, which looked away as he sniffed.

“I’m fine, just a sneeze.” Mikey grumbled and sniffed harder, rubbing his nose harder on his jacket. Takemitchy huffed and reached into his pocket to pull out a free tissue packet he got from the station.

“Don’t use your sleeve Mikey, here.” He held the packet out to him. Mikey froze and eyed the packet, then to his own hand holding Takemitchy’s. Takemitchy held the packet to Mikey, waiting for him to take it. After a moment of Mikey not taking it, he looked at the hand holding his. He sighed and tried to pull his hand free, but Mikey kept a firm grip.

Takemitchy huffed. “Mikey, you need to let go so you can clean up.” Mikey looked to the side, muffled a ‘No’ as he kept his grip firm.

Takemitchy sighed heavily. “Mikey. Fine, here.” Takemitchy used his teeth to open the packet and held out the tissues. In one swift motion, Mikey grabbed a few and turned away from Takemitchy to clean up his face. Mikey took a deep breath and blew into the tissues, making a squelching noise as he rubbed his nose roughly.

“Mikey, are you sick?” Takemitchy asked concerned, to which Mikey turned to look at him with his nose buried in the tissues.

“Me? Sick? HA!” Mikey put the used tissues into his pocket.

“C’mon, I wanna ride the gut blaster!” Mikey pulled Takemitchy off to the right, stopping at the rollercoaster. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on with him, he trusted Mikey.

If he felt bad, he would tell Takemitchy, right?

He held onto that hope after the next three rollercoasters, Mikey looking more and more drained after each one.

“Let’s sit for a moment Mikey.” Takemitchy said worried as Mikey looked pale, with a permanent blush on his cheeks.

“No, wait. We haven’t sniff mbade it to the ferris wheel.” Mikey began to sound congested, pulling gently on Takemitchy’s hand, the same hand he refused to let go of the whole day.

“Mikey, you don’t seem very well.” Takemitchy spoke worried.

“Mbitchy, I- heeeh...” He used his free hand to rub his nose, trying to stave off the sneeze. Takemitchy frowned.

“Mikey-“

“HEh-TCHEEEW!” Mikey turned and sprayed off to the side, takemitchy watching as tiny droplets fell onto the pavement. The sneeze made Mikey off balance and Takemitchy held his shoulder while gripping Mikey’s hand abit firmer.

“Heh- Heh- HESHEEEW!” Takemitchy held onto Mikey’s shoulder as he threw his body forward with the sneeze, keeping him balanced as Mikey swayed.

“Mikey! Are you okay??” Takemitchy worriedly led Mikey to a bench, sitting him down.

“Sniff Guh.” Mikey lifted his head, and a string of snot was hanging from his right nostril. Takemitchy sat next to him and rubbed his back, frowning.

“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Mikey sniffed hard, looking forward with a glare, like he was mad his body betrayed him. Takemitchy pulled out his phone, as Mikey used his sleeve to rub his nose again. He eyed Takemitchy as he snuffled.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked warily.

“I’m calling Draken, to pick you up- hey!” Mikey let go of Takemitchy’s hand and quickly grabbed his phone.

“No!” Mikey called out desperately. The tone in his voice shocked Takemitchy, as he had never heard Mikey like that.

“We- We sniff haven’t gotten to the ferris wheel, or take a picture, or- or sniff sniff “ Mikey’s eyes welled up with tears, and his nose was running. Takemitchy waved his hands unsurely, taken aback from the crying Mikey.

“Mikey, it’s okay.” He said, trying to calm him down. He took both his hands, ignoring the sticky and wetness of one of them.

Mikey shook his head, tears falling down his face.

“It’s not! I wanted to go on the ferris wheel sniff with you.” He cried out, trying to sniff back his congestion. Takemitchy then noticed how hot Mikey’s hands were and reached up to touch his cheek, then his forehead.

“Mikey, you’re really hot.” He said worried. Mikey gave a forced chuckle.

“Really Mbitchy? Flirting right ndow?” He spoke a little playfully, closing his eyes and trying to keep from shivering as Takemitchy held a hand over his forehead.

“I’m serious Mikey, I think you have a fever. A high one.” Takemitchy looked at Mikey concerned. Mikey sniffed as he leaned into Takemitchy’s hand with a hm.

“Takemitchy!” He heard a booming voice from behind and turned to see a disheveled Draken running towards them, having a hand.

“Ah! Draken!” Takemitchy yelled back and stood up, getting Draken’s attention. A shaky hand gripped his shirt.

“Hah..heh..” Mikey hitched as he held onto Takemitchy’s shirt.

“Mikey, wait- Mikey-“

“Heh He-HESCHEEEW!” Mikey snapped forward with the sneeze, coating the bottom of Takemitchy’s shirt in a thin layer of snot and saliva. A blob on snot landed on the crease of Takemitchy’s shirt and the hand holding him down. Takemitchy held in a deep sigh, then noticed that Mikey wasn’t done as his eyes were still squinting.

“Damn.” Takemitchy grabbed Mikey’s nose to save himself from another snot shower as Mikey snapped forward again.

“HEH-PTCHU” Mikey stifled into Takemitchy’s hand, the congestion from his nose splattering Takemitchy’s fingers. If he were in his right mind, Takemitchy wondered if Mikey would have been embarrassed. Mikey tried to sniffle and whined as Takemitchy hadn’t moved his hand.

“Mbitchy~ sniff.”

Takemitchy searched through Mikey’s pockets for the used tissues, then heard heavy footsteps jogging up beside him.

“Take..mitchy..” Draken was out of breath, leaning forward to catch it. He choked alittle and coughed. Takemitchy let go of Mikey’s nose and slowly pulled back, a huge string of mess following his fingers as he held up the used tissues to wipe off his fingers and then Mikey’s face gently. Mikey made a soft nose that nearly broke Takemitchy’s heart while getting off most of the mess.

“You dumbass…” Draken stood straight, glaring at Mikey, then Takemitchy’s gentle cleaning.

“I told you to stay home.” He gritted out, moving closer to Mikey and touched his forehead.

“Fucking hell Mikey, you’re burning up!” Draken pulled his hand back, then turned to Takemitchy.

“And you, why didn’t you answer your phone??” He demanded. Takemitchy turned to toss the tissues into a nearby bin, not being able to move far as Mikey kept his grip on his shirt.

“My phone? I didn’t receive any calls. When I went to call you, Mikey took my phone.” Takemitchy frowned, trying to look into Mikey’s glazed over eyes. Draken saw the phone in Mikey’s hand and took it with ease. He looked at it and tched.

“That’s cause you have shitty service.” Takemitchy looked up at Draken when he sighed.

“We need to find better reception to call Mitsuya, he’s probably freaking out.” Draken looked down at Mikey and put the phone into Takemitchy’s back pocket. He gently moved Takemitchy over, with Mikey’s grip still firm.

“Mikey.” He spoke softly, nothing at all what Takemitchy was used to. Mikey had his eyes closed, swaying a little as he fought to remain upright.

“Hm.” He replied quietly, proving the fever really kicked his ass.

“We need to get you home, get on my back” Draken turned around and got on a knee for Mikey to lean down. Takemitchy noticed how Mikey’s grip on his shirt slacked.

“Okay, then I’ll call Mitsu-YA?!” With strength Takemitchy didn’t think Mikey could muster, he was pulled into Mikey’s lap and his arms wrapped around his waist with a death grip.

“Mikey?! Wait, what are you doing??” Takemitchy blushed as he felt Mikey shove his face into Takemitchy’s back.

“No. Ferris wheel.” Even with the stuffy nose and muffle through his back, Draken and Takemitchy could hear the pout.

“Mikey, you’ve caused enough trouble as it is! Now let go of Takemitchy and get on my back!” Draken shouted, causing Mikey to shake his head ‘no’ and held Takemitchy tighter. The movement caused Mikey’s nose to rebel again and Takemitchy couldn’t move away as Mikey sneezed.

“PTSHU!” Takemitchy felt a warm wetness in the center of his back, trying his best not to grimace at the mess Mikey just made. Draken growled and grabbed Mikey’s arm and began pulling.

“Takemitchy isn’t your handkerchief you brat! You know how worried I was when Takemitchy told me you showed up?! I told your ass to Stay. In. Bed! I ran around town trying to find your grape flavored cold medicine and you take that moment to sneak out with a 100.4 degree fever?!” Draken roared; his sweet tone completely gone.

“NDO!” Mikey yelled muffled in Takemitchy’s back, gripping harder.

“Draken…stop..” Takemitchy choked as he could hardly breath. Draken tched and let go.

“Mikey…we can come back once you’re better. I promise.” Takemitchy tried to reason, but Mikey didn’t reply, only sniffed. Takemitchy sighed.

“Alright Mikey, one ride. But then you have to go home and rest. Deal?” Mikey looked up from behind Takemitchy.

“Really?? You mbean it??” Mikey sniffed and loosened his grip. Draken scoffed and spoke sarcastically.

“Yeah no, this is a great idea. Just give into him.” Mikey sniffed and rubbed his eyed before Takemitchy stood up, helping Mikey up. Mikey wrapped himself around Takemitchy’s arm and leaned onto him heavily.

“Okay, I’ll call Mitsuya, and we’ll meet you at the bottom of the ferris wheel.” Draken said and held up his phone. Mikey held a childish smile as he seemed over the rainbow. Takemitchy mentally sighed and nodded.

“Alright, see you then.” Takemitchy nodded and started to lead Mikey to the ride.

“Oh, and Mitchy?” Takemitchy turned his head to Draken with a questionable expression. Draken wore a shit eating grin.

“Mikey NEVER covers.” Takemitchy looked confused, then it clicked, hearing Mikey’s breath hitch.

“Heh..heh”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.”

“HEPTSCHEW!”

I tried to keep them as close to the characters as I could! I felt Mikey would totally be a brat being sick. Again, this was supposed to be a one-shot. Part 2?

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