Pairing: Lin x Reader FLUFF
Warnings: A cold? Shower (not sexual), unedited and I am sick so probably some errors sorry
Word count: 1787
A/N: Surprise! Ya girl is super sick so here is a self indulgent sickness themed fanfic. Reader is sick and Lin wants to take care of them but stubborn reader doesn’t want him to. But, being a precious cinnamon roll, Lin takes care of reader anyways. I know there are like 1000 sickness themed Lin fics but here’s another one because we all want Lin to take care of us when we’re sick, right?
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“[Y/N],” you hear Lin’s voice in your ear, slowly opening your eyes to reveal him crouched down next to you, “are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of worry.
You stretch your legs out, feeling the side of the couch, looking down, you notice the red-checkered blanket Lin had draped over your body, “Yeah,” you say through a raspy voice, “I’m fine.” You move to get up, but he places a hand on your shoulder, keeping your head on the pillow.
“[Y/N], you feel warm. Hot, actually. You’re always hot, but you’re absolutely burning up.” He says, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Yep. You have a fever.” He said conclusively, placing another blanket over your body.
“Lin,” you whined, freeing your arms from the blanket. “I’m fine. I just took a nap. It doesn’t mean I’-“ you let out a series of rough coughs, “I’m fine.”
“No,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving your side. “You’re sick. Let me take care of you.” He yells from the kitchen, opening cabinets.
Before you can respond, you sneeze, followed by several coughs, “Fine.” Your head settles back onto the pillow, your hand reaching to the ground, trying to find the television remote.
“Here,” Lin said, walking back to you, reaching to grab the remote, handing it to you, “I got it.” He sets a glass of water on the coffee table. “Can you sit up?” He asks, taking your hands, supporting you as you lifted your back to sit up. “There you go,” he said, wrapping another blanket around your shoulders, handing you the glass of water.
“Lin this is too much,” you took a sip of the water, which instantly provided relief to your aching throat, “It’s probably just a cold.” You let out another cough, your shaking arm lifting up to shield your face.
“Baby,” he said, crouching down next to you, his hand resting on your arm, “you’re shaking, coughing profusely, and you definitely have a fever. You need this, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”
You turned to him, his dark eyes locking with yours, “Okay,” you said, slumping into the couch, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He gave your arm a light squeeze before returning to the kitchen.
Continuing to take small gulps of water, you began to flip through channels, eventually opting for Netflix, turning on Parks and Recreation. Lin would occasionally shuffle past you, refilling water, giving you medicine, a box of tissues, soup, and setting up a humidifier. After bringing you everything, he lifted your legs, settling into the open space on the couch, before draping your legs over his lap, extending his own legs onto the extended portion of the sectional.
“Feeling better?” He looked at you hopefully.
“Much better,” you took a sip of the hot soup, “thank you Lin. You didn’t have to do anything. I would have been fine.”
He stifled a laugh, knowing that you were much sicker than you let on. “Anything for you.” He lifts the blankets off your feet, his hands finding the soles, gently massaging them, “we can take a shower when your done,” he nodded to your soup, “or whenever you’re ready. I’ll wash up your hair, we’ll get you in new clothes. Then you need to sleep.”
“It’s only two!” you insisted, using the spoon to point to the wall mounted clock.
“Yes,” he stated, his tone softening, “and you’re sick. And I’m tired too, work has been busy, we both need rest.”
You nodded, feeling very content as Lin continued to rub your feet, occasionally laughing at the television. You slowly spooned the soup into your mouth, savoring each time it washed down your sore throat.
“You’re cough is going away,” Lin said through a smile, knowing it was due to his diligent care.
“It has,” you mused, “it’s because I have a great boyfriend who takes too good of care of me no matter what. Do you know him?” You teased.
He laughed, his hands moving to massage your calves, a particularly sore spot at the moment as every muscle in your body seemed to ache.
“He’s perfect,” you continued, “he takes such good care of me, no matter what.” You could feel yourself losing control of your words, probably due to the high fever or whatever medicine he had given you. “He works too hard though,” you had a final spoonful of soup before placing the empty bowl on the floor, “but he’s a genius. He doesn’t believe me, but he is.” Your trailed off, your eyes fluttering half-shut.
Lin laughed a little bit, turning toward you, his eyes full of adoration. “C’mon sleepyhead,” he joked, gently lifting your legs off of him, standing up, and lowering them back into to the couch. “Shower first, then you can sleep, okay?”
You nodded weakly, your eyes opening back up, looking at him.
He reached down to you, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, the other around your waist, helping you up. Your body seemed to melt into his, his arms holding you close as your pressed your face into his shoulder, smiling. He guided you a few steps towards the bathroom before picking you up bridal-stye, your arms lazily wrapping around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom, a single blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.
He set you down softly, removing the blanket from your shoulders, then walking over to the shower, starting the water. You began to remove your t-shirt before Lin rushed over to you, gently taking the hem of your shirt, lifting it off of your body. “Let me do it, okay?” You nodded, happily letting him do the work as he untied the draw string of your sweatpants, pushing them down your legs along with your underwear. He wrapped his fingers under the base of your bralette, carefully lifting it off of you. He gathered your clothes to put them into the laundry basket before taking off his own clothes.
Leading you to the shower, he helped you step in, the hot water easing your muscles as he stepped in behind you. He took a moment to pause, letting the water was over the two of you has he held you close to him, his arms secured around your waist and your head resting on his chest as the water dampened your hair.
Soon, he reached for a bottle of shampoo, squeezing out a bit into his hand, he motioned for you to turn around. He rubbed his fingers against your scalp, allowing the shampoo to wash away the fever-induced sweat that had accumulated against your skin. He placed his hands on your shoulder, turning you around, allowing the water to wash away the shampoo, continuing to massage your scalp. He repeated the process with conditioner, smoothing your hair as he gently worked the conditioner into your hair.
You turned to face him, drawing him into an embrace, too tired to thank him with your words. After a moment, he pushed you away, reaching for a bottle of body wash, pumping out enough on his hand before slowly smoothing it over your skin. His hands wandered your body, his touch combined with the warm water relaxed your muscles more. You smiled at Lin, words unable to express how thankful you were.
“There,” Lin said, watching the water wash away the last bit of soap, “all clean.” He kissed your forehead, “ready to get out?”
You took a breath in, feeling the steam of the hot water clear your sinuses, “yeah,” you say, stepping one foot out of the shower.
Lin followed you out, holding your hips as you stepped onto the tile floor, keeping you supported.
Taking a towel from the rack, Lin wrapped it around you, trapping in the heat from the shower on your skin. You began to move it up to your hair, before feeling Lin’s hand rest on yours. “Nope,” his lips curling into a smile. “I’m taking care of you today. I’ll do it.” He moved the towel to your hair, gently working it on your scalp, drying your hair.
“There,” he said, beginning to pat the towel around your body, dying you off completely. He snagged another towel, quickly drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist, “I’ll be right back,” he said, walking to your bedroom.
You nodded and smiled as he left, too tired to respond verbally. Soon enough, he returned fully clothed in n flannel pants and a t-shirt, another stack of clothes in his hand.
“Here,” he said, taking the towel off of your shoulders, motioning for you to raise your arms, to which you obliged as he pulled a shirt over you, smoothing it out over your stomach.
“This is your shirt,” you say, looking down.
“I know,” he says knowingly as he kneels down, pulling a pair of cotton panties on you, followed by a pair of sweatpants. “Those are my pants too. I like when you wear my clothes.” He smiled, kissing you on the forehead.
“I like wearing your clothes.” You replied, half-dazed as you rested your head beneath his chin.
“I know, baby.” He said, pulling your hair into a small pony tail.
You pulled away, looking up at him, “I love you so much, thank you.”
“I love you too.” He grabbed a jar of moisturizer from the counter, taking a small amount from it, gently massaging it into your face. “Time to sleep. You need it.”
“No I don’t,” you said has he led you out of the bathroom, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“Yes, you do,” he said, leading you onto the bed, you laid down.
He walked to the other side of the bed, crawling beneath the covers with you, his chest firmly pressed against your back, his arm wrapping around you, drawing you in close to his body.
The two of you laid like this for a while, his hot breath dancing on your neck as he whispered something in your ear, or, occasionally, a few notes of a song would escape his lips. You smiled when he did this, you loved when he sang to you, and, being a song writer, he loved singing to you. Minuets passed as he continued to sing in you ear, gently lulling you to sleep as you occasionally let out light coughs.
“I love you, Lin.”
“I love you too, [Y/N]” He said, as your eyes fluttered, closed sending you to sleep with his arms safely wrapped around you.
He always knew exactly how to take care of you.