-Doesn’t catch it -Takes care of everyone else -”Did you need anything? Soup? Pillows? Blankets? Juice?”
Tony Stark/Iron Man: -Tries to stay away from everyone but he still always manages to catch it -Complains constantly while he works -”Don’t even think about coming in here if you don’t have a mask on your face and Purell on your hands!”
Thor Odinson: -Makes fun of how weak they all are when they’re sick -(Thanks to Loki) He gains the usual symptoms of a flu and whines 24/7 -”You humans are so weak! A little bit of sneezing should not hold you from battle!”
Clint Barton/Hawkeye: -Does not complain to any of the Avengers and tells them they’re all wimps -Acts like a baby when he gets up -”I feel fine. You’re all just babies.”…”Honey, can I have another blanket please?”
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: -Keeps up with her normal schedule -Does not let the cold take her down -”What? You think the bad guys will just wait for us to feel better before they attack?”
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: -Cannot control her powers like at all -Shuts herself out to pretty much everyone, scared to hurt them -”Don’t come in! It’s dangerous. I can’t control myself…”
Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier: -Helps Steve make everyone feel better -Makes sure everyone eats soup, drinks juice, and sleeps -”Sam! Do not get off that couch unless you have socks on your damn feet! Natasha, eat your soup or I swear…”
Sam Wilson/Falcon: -Totally in denial about having a cold -Stays at his mom’s because, honestly, nothing makes him feel better but her -”Nah, Man, I’ll be okay. I don’t get sick. These are just my allergies. But I’ll be at my mother’s if you need me…”
Scott Lang/Ant-Man: -You’d honestly swear he was dying -Takes meds every four hours on the hour -”My throat has never burned so badly… I cannot breathe our of my nose! I’m going to suffocate!”
T’Challa/Black Panther: -Tries to get everyone to try these weird recipes from Wakanda -He low key knows the only thing making him feel alright is the Buckley’s, but he just wants everyone to drink the gross smoothies -”This is a recipe from my ancestors. It releases all bacteria in relation to our virus. It can clear up a cold within hours.” “This literally just tastes like grass.” -chuckling with no further explanation-
Vision: -Stays by Wanda’s side until she feels better -Suggests remedies for everyone to try even though nobody asked -”I heard jazz music can boost the immune system.” “Vis, thank you, but I doubt it will help.”
Bruce Banner/Hulk: -Gets better the quickest -Moody as hell so he just stays away from everyone until he’s okay -”Hey, Bruce-” “I suggest you get out before someone else makes you.”
Peter Parker/Spider-Man: -Determined to make everyone shape up so they can keep Avenging -Goes fighting with Steve while he waits for the rest of the squad to get better -”Come on, guys! Evil never rests when it gets a cold! It’s not like the bad guys will just wait until we get better before they attack!” “Peter, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but shut it.”
Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: -The sassiest piece of shit you’ve ever seen -Sleeps when he’s not being mouthy or drinking Gatorade -”Hey, Pietro, did you want some more soup?” “Did I say I wanted more soup?” “Even if you did, you aren’t getting any now.”
Prompt: Billy coming over to Steve's house and taking care of him when he's sick :P
I might need Billy to come over here and take care of my sick ass😩😷😍
-So, Steve is super sick. He caught a mad cold and even has a fever
-He doesn’t show up at school for two days straight and Billy feels a little nervous and worried so he visits him
-The huge house is empty and Steve is all alone in his bed, surrounded with tissues and bottles of pills against the flu
-His parents aren’t here to take care of him so he has to deal with the bullshit all by himself and he has been doing pretty poorly
-Billy ends up staying over to take care of the little softie:))
-He makes him soup (and burn his fingers with it) and makes him tea (and also burns his hands with it) and cusses under his breath and makes Steve laugh softly at how poorly he’s doing too
-Steve laughs a lot (even tho his chest hurts)
-He has a lot of mood swings and goes from super happy to grumpy and demanding
-He ends up telling Billy he doesn’t need him at all but Billy knows better and doesn’t leave his side, because how sad would it be to leave him all alone in that big ass house to take care of himself?
-Steve tells Billy he’s craving all sorts of things and Billy has to go to the nearest store to buy them and he keeps telling him “What are you, a pregnant woman?” And Steve just groans and eats whatever Billy just brought him
-Even the lady at the store finds it weird and she tells Billy “Taking care of your wife, huh?” And Billy just looks at her weirdly and answers “Yeah, my wife has been acting up.”
-He doesn’t forget to mock the shit out of Steve during the whole day
-He even tells him about the wife thing and Steve blushes super bright, telling him it’s because of the fever
-In the end, Billy went to the store about a thousand times, Steve cried for no reason about 78 times, Billy burned his fingers a whole 7 times and Steve tried to get Billy to kiss him 3 times but didn’t succeed because Billy didn’t want to catch whatever the fuck he had
JQNSKWKW I couldn’t resist the whole “wife” thing! It’s so cute! Thank you for this prompt boo, I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you’ll love it as much as I do❤️
BTS Reaction - He takes care of you when you’re sick
for my hydrodeath anon - you made me laugh and also I feel bad for you because water poisoning sounds terrible I am so sORRY
You had the flu. This boy would be incessantly worried about you, fawning over every move you made. Jin would hover all day, constantly asking if there was anything he could do for you and when you said no, he’d leave and come back with mint tea anyway.
You’d be drifting off to sleep so he couldn’t talk to you and ask you what you needed anymore, so he’d go around to the other side of the bed and mess around on his phone while you slept with your head on his chest.
You two spent so much time together that there was no way one of you was sick without the other being sick, as well. The stomach flu was not fun, but since you couldn’t take care of the other, you and Taehyung just took care of each other. When you threw up, he’d hold your hair. When he couldn’t take his stomach churning, you’d rub circles around his belly button to try and distract him. Couple goals, am I right?
The only thing he’d know how to do is cuddle you when the cramps got to be too much. Being on your period and having the stomach flu at the same time was pretty much the worst thing ever, you’d be crying out in pain from cramping and then running to the toilet to throw up.
When fate decided to give you a break for two seconds, Namjoon would grab a cold, wet cloth and put it on your forehead, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your face. He’d lie down and let you lay on top of him as he rubbed your back slow and steadily. You’d be so hot you’d lay on top of him without a shirt on, and minutes later you’d be freezing cold so you’d grapple at the blanket next to you. It would freak him out that you were so sick, and although he wasn’t as mom-like as Jin, he’d try his hardest to make sure you were comfortable.
Poor thing would be panicking when you started to throw up. At first, the word “pregnant” flashed through his mind like lightning; made his Jungshook face, and then saw on the news that the city water had been contaminated somehow. He’d rush to your aid, holding your hair up and once you were done, he’d gently wipe your face with a warm washcloth before pulling you into his arms. You’d be so exhausted and so delirious from being sick that you’d probably end up crying (I know I have - I was so sick that I cried of exhaustion) into his shoulder.
He would feel terrible for you and make you go lay down, and sit next to you while you tried to sleep. When you woke up, he’d have a hand on your head stroking your hair as he looked through “natural remedies to get rid of water contamination sickness.”
“Jungkook?” You’d ask, so thirsty but terrified to drink anything for fear of your stomach rejecting it. Lying down was beginning to make your stomach churn, so you sat up and Jungkook would pull you into his lap, your cheek resting on his shoulder. Your arms would come around his waist and he’d draw shapes on your back to try and soothe you. Ugh, what a sweetie.
Chim would have read up on this. And he also would have noticed how you took care of him while he was out with a high fever a few weeks ago. While you laid in bed with the sheets pulled up to your chin, he’d grab some saltines and warm water to make your stomach and throat feel better.
After sitting with you on the edge of the bed, you’d pull at his arm and he’d lay down next to you, your arm crossing over his chest and your head on his shoulder. While you closed your eyes and began to drift off, Jimin would hum a song and hope you could get some rest.
He would be the type to stay at your side the entirety of your sickness. If he had to pee or something, he’d leave the door open in case you called for him. You got sick like this once a year, and when it happened, it was so bad you’d get random nose bleeds from coughing too hard. J-Hope would get so worried about you, he’d call off for the next week if possible, to take care of you and help you recover so you didn’t have to be alone.
Poor thing wouldn’t even get any sleep, because he was always in this half-conscious, twilight state that enabled him to be able to jump up in case you were calling his name or were coughing really hard. He couldn’t sleep when you were this sick, and you appreciated him so much for taking such good care of you.
Oh, Yoongi. Always pegged as the lazy one, but when you were deathly sick and crying from the pressure in your head, he’d be there so you could lay on his chest while he hummed to you and rubbed your back to try and calm you down. Suga would be so sweet and run a bath for you, where he’d sit in there with you as he gently sponge bathed your shivering body with the hot water.
Later, he’d bring you back to bed and make sure you were comfortable before he set a glass of water and some medicine on the bedside table, then laid down next to you. He was careful not to pull you too close, because he didn’t want you to wake up sweating in the middle of the night, but you ended up using his arm as a pillow anyway.
How Would EXO React To Their S/O Comforting Them When They’re Insecure/Crying
Anon said: Hello! I was wondering if you could do an EXO reaction to the reader comforting them when they are insecure/crying. Thank you!~
Minseok looked at the numbers again. The numbers had dropped, and a couple of years ago that would have been a good thing. But as he looked in the mirror he saw the abs he had worked so hard for, just being a weak outline in his stomach. The same abs that made the fans scream, a new world tour was coming up and he had to hurry if he wanted them back before the tour. The fans would be disappointed in him if he didn’t show his abs. He sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair just as you came into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. “What’s wrong?” you said while slowly walking in. “It’s nothing,” he tried as he put on a clean shirt, “it doesn’t seem like nothing, you look worried,” you said gently. “It’s just… Will the fans be disappointed if I show up on tour and doesn’t show well-defined abs?” he said, you felt your heart drop as you had noticed the fading of his abs, you didn’t really mind but you knew that sooner or later it was going to bother him. “Babe, don’t think like that. The fans loved your abs, but not as much as the love your singing, or your dancing. They don’t come to the concert just to see you lift your shirt for a few seconds. They love you with or without abs,” you kissed him, “and so do I,”
“You always know what to say to make me feel better”
Junmyeon always puts up a front, and he hated to put it down. He put on a front when he was having a hard time. Not only when he was being interviewed or when he was performing. He also did it in front of the other members, and his family. He even put on a front when he was with you. Junmyeon was way too used to be worried about the other members, and he hated when other people were worried about him. He was chosen as the leader and he felt he couldn’t be weak. You, on the other hand, was the only one who could see past his front. See how stressed he was, when everything became too much for him, and when he was putting everyone else before himself. Like he was right now. He had been down with the flu but he refused to stay at home, there was too much going on at work and he couldn’t just take a break, he said. He had then given Baekhyun and Kyungsoo the flu as well, so while they were at home, he worked even harder. When you asked him, he always said he was fine, but the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. It came to a point, where you had called his manager at night after he went to sleep, and said he was taking a couple of days off due to the flu. When his alarm woke him up the next morning and he thought you were asleep, he sobbed quietly. Feeling the stress becoming too much. You slowly sat up on the bed and quietly hugged him, while telling him that you had called his manager. He simply nodded and kept crying. You didn’t say much, it wasn’t the first time and you knew he just needed to let it all out. You had also taken a day off from work so you could spend the day pampering your sick boyfriend.
”How come you know me better than I do?”
Yixingquietly entered your apartment. He had been dancing and the time just went by too quickly. He didn’t want to wake you. He carefully took off his shoes and put down his dance bag. He slowly made his way to your bedroom. He noticed the lights were on, and he was surprised for a moment. You were the type to go to sleep early and wake up early. He looked at the time, it was 2 am, you shouldn’t be awake now. He slowly opened the door, expecting you to be passed out on the bed but found you sitting on the floor in front of your computer, bawling your eyes out. His heart broke, and he instantly felt guilty. He just knew that you were sad because he didn’t spend enough time with you. You were upset because he had gotten home so late. Before Yixing could stop it, he could feel himself tearing up, “what’s wrong, babe?” He said as he hurried to sit down beside you, He hugged you quietly, but in his mind, you were already breaking up with him. He felt the tears silently falling down his cheek. “Yixing,” you said and chuckled lightly, while gently pushing him away. “Look what I’m watching, Yixing,” you said gently and looked towards the computer. Yixing recognized the movie as the one movie that could make you cry. Yixing felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulder, and the tears renewed. “Why are you crying?” you asked worried, “I thought I made you cry,” he said as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, “awww babe, you’d only make me cry happy tears,” you said and stroked his hair to make him calm down.
”I thought you were sad because I came home late…”
Baekhyun sat in the living room with his headphones in, a concentrated look was plastered on his face and he didn’t hear you enter the apartment. “Hi,” you said and touched his shoulder, his eyes shot up to meet yours, a quick smile forming on his lips “hi,” he said and returned his attention back to his phone. You sat down beside him on the couch and rested your head on his shoulder, “what are you doing?” you asked. He took one of the earbuds out, “just listening to some samples from a new song we’re recording.” He answered still with his eyes plastered on the screen, “can I hear it?” you asked. “Unfortunately not, you know how SM is with this stuff,” he quickly looked at you before looking away again. You could feel something was wrong. It was true that SM was very strict with others who don’t work with the songs hearing them before the official release. But Baekhyun had always asked about your opinions on songs, and let you listen to songs or showed you dances before release. You gently took the phone from him and put it on the table in front of you, “what’s wrong Baek?” you asked worried, “it’s just… I can’t get any songs right. Our manager rejects every song I make by myself… Only if I make one with Jongdae, or Chanyeol they accept it. Which is fine, but I want something that I can tell the fans I made myself…” You were surprised hearing him this insecure. “You’re an amazing songwriter Baekhyun, you’re still new and just the fact that your managers let songs your songs get on the album is amazing. They work for SM! They’re so strict about stuff like that, you should be proud of yourself because I’m so proud of you!”
”You’re right… I am an amazing songwriter!”
Jongdae’s hands felt sweaty, and he was fidgeting. His heart was racing and his eyes were fixed on the door to the church. He jumped slightly as he felt Minseok’s hand on his shoulder, “just relax, there’s really no way for you to mess this up,” he joked lightly, making Jongdae flash him a quick worried smile, thinking of a million ways he could mess it up. Suddenly the well known Wedding March started playing in the small church, and the guests small talk came to a halt as they shot up from their seat to see the much-anticipated bride. The door to the church opened, and Jongdae could already see your mom silently wiping her eyes with a napkin. Some of the guests started gasping slightly, as the could see you. Then you turned the corner and all the guests including Jongdae had a perfect view of your amazing dress. Jongdae locked his eyes with yours and to everyone’s surprise, even Jongdae’s, he started crying. His heart swelled with love, and he was so overwhelmed as all just came together perfectly. You reached the altar and your dad who was struggling with the tears himself, handed your over to Jongdae. You looked into each other’s eyes and you said your vows, and surprisingly neither of you messed them up. “You may kiss the bride,” the priest announced, and a new wave of tears surprised Jongdae as he kissed you for the first time as your husband. You hugged him as your friends and family started clapping and you started laughing, “awww babe, are you crying? I didn’t expect that!” You laughed as he wiped his tears and started laughing as well. You kissed him again, and took his hand and started rubbing soothing circles on his skin, in an effort to calm him down for the wedding photos.
“I’m not crying!“
Chanyeol woke up with the sun shining right on his face, he blinked a few times and turned around on the bed facing your sleeping form. You were sleeping peacefully with your hair in a messy bun and you were wearing one of his shirts that could pass as a dress on you. It was your first year anniversary, and Chanyeol had an amazing day planned for the two of you. He smiled gently as he thought about all the memories the two of you had made together in the just one year you had been together. How he never thought he could find someone who fitted his personality as much as you did. You even had a job that made it possible to travel with him on tour and still work. Chanyeol felt his heart fill with love. It felt like it couldn’t fit in his chest, and before he knew it he started crying softly. He felt completely overwhelmed with love, he never thought he could experience from just one human being. He looked at the time, and he knew that the flowers he ordered would soon be here, so he should probably wake you. He softly stroked your hair, “babe?” he said, with a raspy morning voice as he dried his tears. You slowly opened your eyes and saw he was crying. You sat up, and wiped his tears, as he smiled through his tears, “what’s wrong?” you asked worriedly. A new wave of tears washed over him as he pulled you into a hug. “I just love you so much, I don’t know what to do,” Chanyeol said, as he started sobbing slightly, “I love you too, so much,” you said calmly. Knowing that Chanyeol was a sensitive soul, and his emotions often overwhelming him. You rocked back and forth slowly until he calmed down.
You had taken a day off from work to surprise Kyungsoo at the filming scene of a new drama he was going to play in. He had been very excited for the role, as it was an action drama and he was going to play the protagonists best friend, and the brain behind his missions. Basically a dream role for Kyungsoo. It was the fourth day of shooting and you haven’t really been able to talk about it as you had been very busy with your own work. You got into the studio and saw that they were in the process of shooting a scene with Kyungsoo, so you patiently waited. The scene wasn’t going as the director hoped, and he kept being unhappy with Kyungsoo’s lines. They kept trying to retake the scene but even though the scene looked fine in your eyes the director kept wanting to retake it. After what must’ve been 20 takes of the same scene, the director yelled to the room to take a 5-minute break. The director looked frustrated with Kyungsoo, and he called him over. The director and Kyungsoo talked for a while before Kyungsoo walked towards his dressing room, and you realized he probably didn’t see you. You hurried after him, and as soon as you stepped into his dressing room Kyungsoo looked mad. “Hi,” you said carefully. He was quiet for a bit, “did you see that?” he asked, and you nodded quietly and went to sit beside him. “I’m really not fit for this role,” Kyungsoo admitted as he sighed heavily, “what did the director say?” you asked, “he said I didn’t understand the character enough, to play him,” he said “Then ask him for his help? When you played in It’s Okay That’s Love, you had a hard time understanding your character as well but the director helped you to understand him. I don’t think it’s your acting, but your communication? Just try and ask him, I’m sure it’ll be easier”
“You’re right, I’ll go talk to him right now. Thank you for coming it was nice to talk to someone who knows my acting”
Jongin ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his face. He felt powerless, he felt like he had let down his fans, and he felt like he let down the company. In front of him sat his choreographer and his manager. They had just talked about his foot injury and agreed that Jongin probably shouldn’t be a part of the upcoming comeback. His doctor had recommended some time off from dancing, but not even being able to be on stage as he had done previously broke his heart. He wanted to be a part of it, and he could already feel the disappointment of the fans. After they decided on that, the meeting finished. Jongin knew he wanted to spend the time off to maybe help on producing some songs, but he really wasn’t in the mood right now. He also knew that he should write in the fan cafe, but that could wait until the company releases an official statement about it. He slowly made his way from the company to your apartment. He knew you’d be home, and you were just what he needed right now. Jongin wasn’t afraid to cry in front of the fans. He felt comfortable enough, but when he really needed personal support and/or comforting, it was always you that he talked to. As soon as he stepped inside the door to your apartment, he could already feel the tears. You knew what the meeting was about so you knew why he was sad, you knew he couldn’t participate in the upcoming comeback. You hugged him while reminding him that the fans would support him and that he’ll be back on stage before soon. That the fans would understand, and that his injury would heal a lot quicker. He didn’t respond, but you knew that it was those things he needed to be reminded of.
“Thank you, Y/N. You always know just what to say.”
Sehun’s world has stopped as he got the news. He was at dance practice when the hospital had called him. He had run straight out the door as soon as the nurse had explained that it was about you. The other members were left worried and confused. Sehun could feel the emptiness spread throughout his body as he got into his car as the nurse explained that you had been in a car accident and that you were in serious condition. Sehun’s heart raced as the nurse told him to come to the hospital as Sehun was your emergency contact person. As soon as the nurse told him that, he started his car and rushed to the hospital. His phone constantly beeping with messages from the members, asking why he left so suddenly and if everything was okay. He ignored them, his head filled with you and only you. When he finally reached the hospital a nurse was by your side, changing the IV bag. The nurse got the doctor who explained your injuries to him. You had a lot of internal injuries and a broken leg, but your face looked peaceful as if you were just sleeping. The doctor explained that the longer you were asleep the smaller the chance of you actually waking up. Sehun nodded and sat down beside you and took your hand as the doctors left. Sehun texted the situation briefly in the group chat but also said that he’d appreciate privacy. For 2 weeks Sehun spends every day at the hospital. As soon as visiting hours were over he went straight back to your apartment. He couldn’t deal with the members and just needed to be alone. You got three heart attacks during those two weeks, the last one was while he was there, and he felt absolutely horrible as the nurses rushed him out of the room. He felt horrible because he felt nothing. He felt a need to be alone, or be with you all the time. He felt worried and scared but he wasn’t sad. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t sad. Your 17th day in the hospital, Sehun sat beside you as you opened your eyes, you saw a figure beside you staring at his hands that was slowly drawing circles on your skin. “Sehun?” you said in an unrecognizable and raspy voice. His head shot up in surprise, and before he could process it he started crying. It didn’t even start as sobbing, he just bawled his eyes out as he saw a weak smile form on your lips. You slowly reached out your arms inviting him into them. He carefully moved your body and laid down beside you, Hugging you gently being careful of your injuries, but also holding on to you so tight, because he was afraid that it was all a dream. “It’s okay,” you whispered to his shaking figure, “I’m awake now, it’s all gonna be better.”
“I’ve never been this scared my whole life”
Okay, so I know the last one was really long, but I had kinda no more imagination left for insecurities so it ended up being a pretty long reaction… Sorry! Hope you enjoy though~~
fic request: bellamy is helping clarke search for something in her things and he comes across a drawing of himself
Turnabout’s fair play, Clarke figured, as she hefted Bellamy a little higher on her shoulder. His breath fanned against her ear, smelling like four too many whiskey and cokes. “Just a little farther,” she coaxed.
“You don’t have to help me,” he slurred.
“You helped me,” she countered and picked through his keys to find the right one.
Everything in her body hurt. Every muscle ached and she was somehow on fire and freezing at the same time. She heard a noise from the front door and honestly, if it was someone coming to kill her, she didn’t even care. She felt like death anyway. They were welcome to try.
But her murderer didn’t come to the bedroom and her curiosity got the better of her and she heaved herself out from under her nest of blankets.
But in the kitchen, Clarke realized her fever must be sky high. Because Bellamy Blake was standing at her stove with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Her nose was stuffed up but whatever he was cooking smelled savory and delicious.
“You should be in bed,” he observed without looking over his shoulder. The last time she’d seen him she was reasonably sure she’d called him a smug jackass. But then he called her a spoiled princess so they were at least even on that front.
“I didn’t realize hallucinations could be this vivid,” she said and sank into a chair. Her head felt too big for her body and her knees were weak. She’d used up her energy walking the twenty feet to the kitchen, apparently. “How did you get in?”
“I swiped Miller’s key,” he said, turning back to the stove. “And I made enough soup to last you a few days.”
“Because when you have the flu it’s easy to run out of energy and that makes it harder to feed yourself. In 1918, whole families starved to death during the flu pandemic thanks to fatigue. So I made a bunch. You can heat this up in seconds and it should keep you going until you feel better.”
Clarke closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall behind her. “I mean, why did you come here?”
“Monty said you’d missed three days of work. I figured you were really sick and everyone else is a germaphobe.” Something clunked in front of her and she opened her eyes to find a bowl of soup with steam curling from the surface. “And unlike the rest of our asshole friends, I’ve got my flu shot.”
Clarke eyed him warily and picked up the spoon. “You really think I’m going to starve to death?”
Bellamy shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. “Probably not.. But why risk it?”
“Thanks,” she said, fighting her own smile.
Bellamy watched her eat and when she stood to take her bowl to the sink he plucked it from her hands. “Back to bed,” he ordered, and if Clarke was feeling better she would have argued, but the heat that usually fueled their disagreements was gone, replaced by something akin to fondness. He followed her to her bedroom— probably a wise choice, since she was really dizzy— and when she stumbled over a sweatshirt she’d left on the floor he caught her before she fell.
“Careful,” he said, steadying her and helping her the last few feet to her bed. Clarke let him bring the blankets up to her chin and tuck her in. “I’ll put the soup in the fridge and let myself out,” he said and turned to walk out.
He stopped at her dresser where her sketchbook was lying open and frowned. “What?” Clarke asked, but he just shook his head.
“Nothing. Get some rest,” he directed, and then he was gone.
Clarke unlocked Bellamy’s door and heaved him inside. He stumbled as he kicked off his shoes and she nudged him in the direction of his bedroom while she poured him a glass of water.
His jeans were in a pile on the floor when she entered his room, his face mashed against his pillow. “Drink this,” she ordered, and Bellamy groaned and pushed himself up.
“The room is spinning,” he complained and accepted the water.
“That’s what happens when you get super drunk,” she countered, but she kept her tone light. Ever since her flu they’d been something like friends, but any time she tried to get closer to him he’d withdraw. It was confusing, but at least tonight he’d agreed to let her help him home.
“Why me?” Bellamy slurred.
“Hmm?” Clarke asked.
He drained the glass and flopped back down on his bed. “Why’d you draw me?” For a second she wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but then she remembered her sketchbook.
“It isn’t that I like his face, it’s that it’s an interesting face,” she’d explained to Lincoln when flicked through her work and raised his eyebrows at her three pages of sketches of Bellamy. She’d been trying to capture the tilt of his chin and the angle of his cheekbones at first, and then moved on to trying to get the sparks in his eyes just right. Lincoln clearly didn’t believe her, but Lincoln was sober. Bellamy was drunk, which made this a lot easier.
“You have a sketchable face,” she said lightly.
“What’s that mean?”
“I means I like drawing your face,” she said, and Bellamy pressed his face into the pillow again.
“I like your face,” he mumbled, and her heart did a stutter step.
That’s not what I said was on the tip of her tongue, but instead she just drew up his sheets. “Get some rest,” she ordered and let herself out, her heart thundering the whole time.
Prompt idea : Even calling Isak "My Prince" and being extra and in love
hahaha awww Even being extra and in love….isn’t that all the time tho? 🙊 Okay slight warning - this somehow turned into a sick Isak drabble i’m so sorry. it just happened.
“Baby what’s the matter?” Even asked walking into the bedroom and seeing Isak completely consumed by the covers. All that was left of Isak, was the little vague shape of a beautiful goofy teenage boy under the quilt.
he sat himself on the bed and gently rubbed Isak’s back through the covers. “I made you breakfast baby.”
Isak slowly lifted his head just a tad out from under the cover, so Even cold see his red nose, his puffy eyes, and his messy blonde fluffy hair.
“I’m sick” he whined. stating the obvious.
Even smiled down at his adorable boyfriend. The fact that he could still make Even’s heart twinge just from the mere sight of him when he was the shade of death, and covered in snot, was remarkable.
Even was so gone for this boy.
He pulled the corner of the cover up and swung his legs underneath, immediately intertwining them with Isak’s as he pulled the tired boy in his arms, so he was laying on top of Even’s chest. Isak’s torso agains’t his. Isak’s clammy forehead resting gently on Even’s neck.
Isak sighed at the cool feeling of Even’s skin.
Even pressed his hand against Isak’s cheek. “jesus baby, you’re so hot.”
“thank you” Isak mumbled weakly
Even was worried but he chuckled lightly anyway. “no baby. not that kind of hot - although you know you are, but-” he broke off to run his hand through Isak’s hair. “you’re really sick angel.”
Isak didn’t listen, he just pressed his warm sweaty hand against Even’s cool cheek, and smiled satisfyingly with his eyes closed.
Even looked down at the warm golden light sprawled out on his chest. His entire world was right on top of him, wrapped in his arms.
He felt his heart melt at the sight of Isak. He was his everything.
He had never loved anything as much as he loved the way Isak smiled at him, the way he giggled and shook his head every time Even did or said something mind bogglingly ridiculous, the small kisses on his cheekbones Isak wakes him up with every morning, the way the entire world opened up and enveloped him in love every single time Isak looked at him.
This, this was everything.
This was what loving Isak Valtersen was like.
Once he felt the deep heavy breath of Isak sleeping against his neck, he gently and very carefully moved Isak so he was sleeping on the mattress and not Even. He shifted restlessly a little, but continued to sleep, as he wrapped his arms around a pillow as an Even substitute.
he took Isak’s socks off and pulled the heavy quilt off and replaced it with a light cotton sheet, to try and cool down Isak’s fever.
he looked down at his sleeping prince for a moment, his fingers brushing against his cheek, his lips, the spot between his eyebrows, his lashes. This was it. This was his entire world.
He kissed Isak’s forehead deeply, and watched as Isak smiled happily in his sleep because of it, before getting up and going to the kitchen to make his boyfriend some god damn soup.
When Isak woke up, besides his body feeling like he had just been hit by a bus, all else he could feel, were arms wrapped around him, his back supported by Even’s comforting chest. He squirmed around a little to make himself get as close to Even as possible.
Even’s arms wrapped tighter around him before he felt his lips tickle Isak’s cheek.
“welcome back my prince” he breathed softly, making Isak’s skin light more on fire than it already was - if that was possible.
“hi” he smiled dazed.
Even turned him around so Isak could see his soft warm comforting smile.
“Will you do a favour for me?” he asked, his eyes focused so deeply on Isak.
Isak felt his eyes threatening to close again but he forced them open to look at Even. “anything” he breathed.
Even smiled and then reached over to pick up a glass of orange juice and a little container with a mix of pills.
“Take these for me baby”
Isak pouted “too many”
Even helped Isak sit up before handing him the orange juice. “they will make you feel better. Vitamin C, panadol, this magic flu tablet my mum recommended and then you can have some soup afterwards, Okay?”
Isak rolled his eyes “since when did you become a nurse.”
“I can wear the outfit if you want me to baby”
Isak laughed, and it made Even’s chest combust.
“okay fine, i’ll let you medicate me, jesus christ.”
“I knew the sexy nurse outfit would convince you”
he smiled a big toothy grin at Even before swallowing down the pills, wincing as they hit his sore throat.
Even brushed his hair back comfortingly and kissed his cheek.
“good job baby. Now will you eat some soup for me?”
“Only if you feed me.”
Even raised his eyebrows, and smiled suggestively “really?”
Isak giggled “i’m kidding! jesus.”
Even felt himself relax at seeing Isak’s cheeky sassy self come back to him. He could tell he was already feeling a little better.
Isak finished the bowl in 2 minutes.
Even laughed “good?”
the boy smiled “always good.”
“you’re so beautiful you know?” Even said pulling Isak close against him.
“yeah they say the flu does wonders for your looks.”
Even turned Isak’s face up to him and leant down “always beautiful”
“Even don’t your gonna get sick.”
he shook his head, “I don’t care.” before pressing his lips against Isak’s and letting his world combust again and again.
3 days later Even is lying in bed surrounded by tissues as Isak shoves a bunch of pills in his hand.
he smiles up weakly at Isak who is trying to get the damn thermometer to work.
It was @toosicktoocare‘s birthday yesterday and honestly, she deserves a lot more than this crappy lil fic I wrote, but. I apologize I didn’t get this up earlier, Ki, I really tried and I’m sorry it’s late but it’s been a DAY. Anyways, I love you and hope your day was as great as you deserve.
Lance has been feeling off all day. It’s nothing too bad, he thinks, just a vague sinus headache and somewhat of a sore throat. It’s nothing bad and he’s fine.
At least he was, five hours ago, at the beginning of the day.
But now, it’s four o’clock, he still has three more hours on his shift, and he just feels awful.
He sniffles, leaning heavily on the counter as he rubs at his temples.
“Lance, go home,” Hunk says, walking over to him.
“I’mb finde,” Lance croaks, coughing into the crook of his elbow.
“No you’re not, go home.”
“-go home, Lance,” Shiro says, walking out of the back room, carrying a box full of what Lance only assumes is coffee supplies.
“-No buts. You look like hell, and you sound like it too. You’re going to scare away all of our customers,” Shiro jokes lightly.
“I dond’t ndeed-“
“-Yes you do. You’re sick, go home, rest up. Call me tomorrow and let me know if you need me to find someone to cover your shift or not.”
Lance sighs, defeated.
It’s obvious this conversation is going nowhere, and he feels too crappy to keep it up.
So, he takes off his apron, walks into the back to grab his keys, and then trudges back out to the front.
“Do you need me to take you home?” Hunk asks.
“I’mb nbot a child,” Lance spits, rolling his eyes. “I drove mbyself here, I cand drive mbyself hombe.”
“Need me to grab anything on my way home?”
“Ndo,” Lance sniffles, “I’mb finde, hondestly.”
Lance rolls over in bed, yanking the blankets up to his chin as a shiver rolls down his spine. The moment he buries himself in the blankets, a wall of heat hits him and he kicks them off. He sprawls out on his stomach, miserably hot.
He’s more annoyed at this point, because he wishes his body would just decide.
He isn’t sure quite how long he’s lying there for, because time seems to escape him when he’s sick, but soon he feels a large hand smoothing down the shirt on his back, and then the same hand palms his forehead.
“I knew you weren’t okay,” Hunk says.
Lance mumbles something that Hunk can’t make out.
Hunk purses his lips, and goes in search of the thermometer. Upon feeling Lance’s cheek, he’s met with a steady, rolling heat that makes his stomach clench.
He isn’t sure what number it’s at, but he knows it’s too high for his liking.
“Just hang in there, buddy,” Hunk sighs.
He’s used to this. He’s used to Lance coming down to it’s awful, miserable illnesses because he runs himself into the ground and only rests when he’s practically dead
it’s been such an awful flu season, too, so he’s been expecting Lance to come down with something. He’s especially expecting it since it’s already hit Hunk, and Hunk doesn’t get sick.
Hunk returns to his very sleepy roommate with the thermometer and some medicine.
“Lance, I know you’re not feeling well, but I need you to take some medicine.”
Lance blinks heavily, not moving from his position (lying on his side and clutching a pillow). After a few minutes of no reply, Hunk shoves the thermometer in his ear and then inhales sharply when the thermometer beeps in at 103.
“Dude, I know you’re out of it but come on. You need medicine,” Hunk’s voice is raising in pitch and there’s nothing he can do to keep the panic out of it.
Later that night, after his fever is down to 102, Lance is shaking so badly that he had dropped and shattered the glass of water Hunk had given him.
After a teary apology (which is immediately followed by a lung seizing, throat ripping coughing fit), Hunk orders him to the couch. As soon as he cleans up the shards of glass, he walks over to where Lance is lying.
Lance all but forces him onto the couch and immediately curls up and puts his head in Hunk’s lap.
“How do you feel?” Hunk asks, brushing Lance’s sweaty bangs out of his face.
“Did I get hit by a truck and I just didnd’t realize it?” Lance rasps weakly.
“That would be you aching from the fever.”
“Ndo, I definditely think I’ve beend hit by a truck. I dond’t kndow.”
Hunk laughs lightly and pats Lance’s back.
“Get some sleep.”
Lance sniffles pitifully but nods. He squeezes his eyes shut when the movement makes his vision swim and dance. He would rather not pass out, so he keeps them closed.
Eventually, he feels his body begin to relax, and then, he’s asleep.
He stretches his hands out on either side of him, fingers smoothing over the bedsheets before his fingertips come into contact with another material.
Cracking one eye open, Aaron takes in the pile of tissues on the bed, and then he groans, the full effect of his illness seeming to crash over him in the next second. His nose is runny, head pounding, and every part of his body feels sore.
Aaron turns his head towards the voice, or at least tries to. Even that small movement takes a tremendous amount of effort.
there's this flu spreading around work, and I thought I wasn't gonna get it, cause I'm that cocky mf who always believes they won't get sick during flu season. but guess what? I wound up getting it anyway like always. and I work at hellmart so the managers are entirely too picky when it comes to approving sick time. fuck my life.
The fact that sick time gets approved or denied….like you had a choice in getting the flu or not. I hope you feel better! -Mandie
If a little is sick, it can affect their whole routine or life. I myself, have come across these things that help.
If you notice a fever, or anything out of the norm, go to a doctor! If they can prescribe a medicine, great. Make sure to set a timer so that you, or your little, remember to take it. After taking the medicine, turn on a show or movie or music that is comforting to the little. Give them a blanket and a stuffie. Settle down with them, and make sure they feel safe. If they fall asleep, that’s great. Sleep helps get rid of sicknesses, so let them be! This cycle may go on for a couple of days until the sickness.☁
Rashes are very painful, and burn red. If you notice these things, get lotion or ointment. When you apply the lotion/ointment over the affected area, be extremely gentle. Sometimes it can feel like an open wound. After that, give them a snack. It will take their mind off of the pain for a while, then maybe a nap. Comfort them at any time.🌱
❌ABSOLUTLEY DO NOT:
-Ask them to do anything that disrupts the healing process.
-Ask them to participate in any act for your own pleasure, and not theirs
-Leave them alone/ignore them
-Punish in a forceful way (spanking, etc.)❌
👸Side note: if your little has the sex of a female, and is having extreme menstrual cramps, make them hot chocolate, chocolate helps with the contracting that causes the pain.👸
Sandflake said in their tags that they were torn between a scenario where Reigen was drunk or sick, so in the fic I left it intentionally a bit ambiguous, but in my head I was writing along the lines of gravely ill.
Like, Reigen woke up feeling like he’d caught a bad cold or the flu and decided to stay in bed and sleep it off, only to have his health decline so rapidly that, by the time it was obvious something was wrong-wrong, he was too delirious to get himself somewhere for help. Sand answered another ask proposing pneumonia–so something like that. No one intentionally dies of pneumonia
The dangerous implication here is the fact the Reigen now knows he’ll be able to see and hold Mob if he’s on death’s door. Do with that info what you may…
I'm feeling a bit down tell me some cute or hilarious stories please
Okay, this is kinda cute and kinda funny but also kinda gross, haha~
So, I was eating breakfast at the kitchen table yesterday morning, and Stan was in there, doing his thing, making his black coffee and his boring dry toast, getting ready for work. Everyone who had the flu is still pretty sick, but Stan being Stan is the only one who started going back to work like three days ago, even though I swear if you feel his forehead it feels like he still has a fever and he looks even paler than usual, but anyway…so Rich comes into the kitchen, and except for Bill, Richie is definitely the most dramatic about being sick, he’s shuffling around the house sniffling and coughing and moaning in his slippers and his big sweaters and his messy hair. He’s super cute, there’s no denying it, but he’s also being such a wuss about it, haha. So he comes in, and he goes straight over to Stan, and starts clinging to Stan’s back while he’s cleaning the toast crumbs off the counter and pouring his coffee. And Stan’s telling Richie to get off of him, but Rich has his face pressed into Stan’s back and he’s whining about needing a hug and being touch starved and the fact that Eddie is avoiding him and all the same stuff he’s been whining about for the past two weeks. So, eventually, Stan’s like, ‘well, I’m already sick, so you can’t make it worse’, so he turns around and gives him a hug, and I’m just eating my cereal and watching them, since they’re pretty cute, and they’re hugging for like a good five minutes, even though Stan’s not a hugger, and he’s rolling his eyes at me over Richie’s shoulder. And then next thing I know, they’re making out up against the counter, and I’m just like, ‘Guys, right in front of my cereal?’ But then I swear to god, I’m not kidding, Richie straight up coughs directly into Stan’s mouth. And obviously Stan pulls away, and they’re just staring at each other for like an eternity, and Stan looks like someone just slapped him. And I’m positive Stan’s gonna flip out and start screaming at him, and Rich looks like he’s positive about that, too, but then Stan just takes the cough syrup off the counter, unscrews the cap, pours some of it onto a teaspoon and feeds it to Richie really gently, and then kisses him on the lips again, and then he’s just like, ‘Right, I gotta go to work’, and leaves. And me and Rich are just staring at each other in shock for like an hour, wondering how the heck Richie is still alive. End of story, haha~
Requested by Anon Elijah x reader - 52 Maybe all originals involved somehow? Pretty Pretty please *puppy eyes* (old prompts)
Prompts – 52 – ‘I think you might be pregnant.’
Word count – 478
Characters – Niklaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Hayley and Reader.
You entered the French quarter, to see Hayley your best friend. When you heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. ‘Ahh it’s only you.’ Niklaus said as he only seen you standing there. ‘Yeah who else would it be?’ you asked confused. Niklaus just looked at you and walked away. ‘Okay then.’ You said to yourself.
As you reached the top of the stairs you bumped into Rebekah. ‘Hi, Y/N. Hayley’s went into the library.’ She told you and you nodded. ‘Thank you.’ You replied. ‘So how you feeling?’ Rebekah questioned. ‘I’m okay, feeling a little sick but I think it’s the flu or something else coming on.’ You told her. She nodded. ‘I don’t think it’s the flu, maybe go see a doctor or something just in case it’s not.’ She said. ‘Will do when I get home thank you.’ You said to her and headed towards the library. Everyone was acting weird around you this morning. You entered the library and Hayley turned to you. ‘Hey, how has tour morning been?’ she asked. ‘Uh, weird. Klaus came running down the stairs and was expecting more than just me.’ You said as you sat on a seat. ‘Then Rebekah asked how I was and suggested I go the doctors, cause I’m not coming down with the cold.’ You told her. ‘Elijah has been the only normal one and that’s because I haven’t seen him.’ You said as you watched her look for a book. ‘Mmmm. Well maybe they’re just been nice.’ She replied as she chooses a book and sat down. ‘No, this is strange even for them.’ You told her.
You and Hayley had been reading all day with occasional drinks and snacks. You had talked for a bit but you didn’t need to talk to have a good time. When you looked up from your book, you looked at the time. ‘I need to get going.’ You told Hayley. ‘Okay.’ She said as you both placed your books down. You both headed down stairs where you bumped into Elijah. He turned to say sorry but froze. ‘Hey’ you said, but I was landing on deaf ears. You looked at Hayley, she shrugged her shoulders. ‘Hello?’ You said waving a hand in front of his face. Finally, he looked at you. ‘Sorry.’ He said and started walking away. You decided to follow him into the living room into the living room. ‘Right I’m gonna ask you all a question and you’re going to answer.’ You told them not giving them a chance to say anything else. ‘Why are you all acting strange?’ you questioned, they looked between the three of them. ‘Please tell me.’ You asked desperately. ‘We… ehh… I think your pregnant.’ Elijah said. ‘What?’ You asked in disbelief. ‘You’re kidding, right?’ you asked. ‘No, we can hear a heartbeat.’ Rebekah said. ‘Oh god.’ You said.
Hello! Your blog is very well written, and I enjoy reading all of your scenarios :) May I request a Rap Monster fluff? There aren't enough out there! Thank you!
Oh my gosh thank you so much!!! ~~
“Good morning, boys,” you said as
Jimin let you into their dorm early morning. It was just reaching seven, and
the members, as per usual, had a day full of schedules.
However, your sweet boyfriend had
“How is he?” You asked as you set
bags of groceries on the countertop.
“What’s all this stuff?” Yoongi asked,
picking through the bags.
“They’re things for Namjoon. Is he
feeling any better?”
“Well, he’s still running a fever,
his eyes are all red, and I think he coughed up a lung last night,” Jungkook
sighed while putting his breakfast dishes into the sink. You exhaled. You took
the day off of work to come and take care of Namjoon. When you’d heard of how
ill he was, you almost couldn’t believe it. He was always the pinnacle of
health, and he always worked so hard to take care of the other members when
they weren’t feeling well. Knowing him, you knew he probably wouldn’t know what
to do with himself while sick with the flu.
“I told him to get the flu shot
with us in January. He says it makes you get the flu anyway. Now look at him,”
“Don’t tease him~. You boys better
head out soon, right? You have to be on set in an hour.”
“How’d you know that?”
“I know everything, Min Yoongi.
Now, go, I think the managers are getting the cars outside. I’ll go check on
“’The baby.’ What about him is a
baby?” You heard the members tsk as they all filed out of the room routinely.
You sighed, grabbed the liquid medicine (and the tablet medicine incase he’d
rather take it in pill form) and knocked on his door lightly.
“Namjoon? Joonie? Are you–?” You
stopped when you saw him standing at the mirror, buttoning up a shirt as he
tried to conceal a sneeze. You sighed. Goodness, he looked so sick. “Where do
you think you’re going?”
“I—achoo!—have to go with the members today for their interview,” he
said, his voice sounding cloudier than usual.
“Lay down, you’re not going
“But… it’s an English interview,
and they…” he protested as you led him back to his bed. With the flu, he was so
weak that he could barely put up a fight as you gently pushed him back down on
the mattress. He sighed as you put a hand over his head.
“They’ll be fine. Goodness,
Namjoon, you’re burning up. Have you taken any medicine?”
“No… For the medicine, I have to
eat, but I can’t stomach anything.”
You frowned as you stood. “What
about soup? You can handle soup, right? Because we’ve gotta get some medicine
in your system, babe. I’ll be right back.” You rushed into the kitchen and
hurriedly fixed him chicken noodle soup before carefully picking out all of the
noodles and chicken, hoping it’d be easier for him to consume. You moved the
hot soup to a tumbler before heading back into his room. You heard him whimper
lightly as he tried to sit up, making you frown.
“No, you can lay down. I put it in
a cup, so it won’t spill out.”
“I should… I should sit up,” he
groaned. “My head is gonna keep hurting if I lay down.”
You nodded as you handed him the
soup and watched carefully as he drank it down sip by sip. You just wanted to
hug him, he looked so ill and fragile. It made your heart sore to see him
Once he finished, you offered him
his medicine and a glass of water. “Once every twelve hours,” you instructed.
“Will you still be here during the
“Do you want me to be?”
“I don’t want you to have to sleep
here while I’m sick, and you shouldn’t have to take care of me all day.”
You leaned in and kissed his warm
forehead. “I don’t mind taking care of you, Namjoon.”
He reached for your small hand and
squeezed it. “Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick.”
“I got my flu shot unlike you, sir.”
“Those things don’t work,” he huffed
before coughing. You sighed and opened up his shirt, making him smile.
“You really wanna test the limits
of that flu shot, huh?”
“Don’t be a pervert,” you laughed
before rubbing VapoRub on his chest. He sighed.
“That feels nice,” he cooed,
closing his eyes as his nose cleared.
“My mom always used this stuff for
me when I was a kid… it was my favorite part of being sick.”
Namjoon smiled. “Is that how you
learned to take such good care of people when they’re sick?”
You moved the sweaty hair out of
his face before kissing his cheek. “Possibly. Are you tired?”
He yawned. “Yeah… a little. I didn’t
get much sleep last night.”
“I heard,” you sighed, laying down
next to him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. He was so warm as he
tried his best to turn his body towards you.
“You’ll get sick…” He cooed again
before pulling you close to him. You smiled.
“If I get sick, it’ll be fine. I
just need you to get better.”
He laughed before pulling you
close. “It’s okay, if you get sick, I’ll take care of you, too.”
You smiled at the thought as both
you and your boyfriend drifted off into sleep.
You woke up to the sound of Namjoon
trying to scoot out of bed quietly without waking you, only his heavy wheezes
were louder than the creaking bed.
“Joonie?” You asked, yawning as he
turned to look at you.
“Did I wake you?”
“How long has it been?” You said,
looking down at the oil stain his VapoRub left on your shirt.
“About four hours. I needed some
“I’ll get it, lay down.”
“Lay down before I push you down,”
you tsked as you got up.
When you went into the kitchen, you
heard your phone buzz with a FaceTime call.
“Hi, Taehyung,” you waved. He
“How is our leader?”
“Still sick. He just woke up from a
nap. I’m fixing him some water right now. How was the interview?”
“It was good! My English is getting
You nodded. “You’re practically
fluent. I-” You looked back when you heard Namjoon calling your name. “Hang on,
Tae.” You ran into the bedroom to see Namjoon hurled over, holding his stomach.
“Joonie! Are you okay?” You ran to his side quickly.
“I… I think… I feel lightheaded,”
he sighed before falling over.
“You should’ve called me
immediately,” Bangtan’s manager whispered to you as he entered the Emergency
wing of the hospital. You stood shaking, trying your best to avoid the
countless fans and paparazzi that were being hauled out as you simultaneously
tried to keep up with how Namjoon was doing.
“I freaked out… He just fainted.”
“Don’t be too hard on her,” Jin
sighed as he came to your side. “Has the doctor said anything?”
“Not yet. Goodness, I should’ve
kept my eye on him more.”
“You’re fine, you were watching him
all day. Don’t feel bad. I’d rather he’d have fainted with you there than while
he was alone.” You nodded as Jin pulled you into a hug.
“Are you here for Kim Namjoon?”
“Yes, yes, that’s us!” You said,
running to the doctor who’d emerged behind the door. “Is he okay? Is he stable?
Conscious? What happened?”
“He’s fine. Namjoon hasn’t had food
in two days. His fainting spell was a result of lack of energy.”
Everyone sighed. “Can we see him?”
You asked, feeling tears of relief prick in your eyes.
As you were all lead into the room,
you saw Namjoon sitting up, eating applesauce and a sandwich supplied to him by
the hospital. You sighed as he smiled at you.
“Hey, handsome,” Hoseok chimed,
making Namjoon turned from him and reach for your hand.
“How do you feel?” You whispered to
him. He smiled.
“I feel great thanks to this turkey
sandwich. I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.”
“Don’t apologize for fainting,
Namjoon. I’m just happy you’re okay.” Yyou said as you kissed his forehead.
“Whenever I feel better, I’m taking
you out to a really nice restaurant to make up for you having to take care of
me all day.”
“That’ll be nice-” You started, but
were soon cut off by Taehyung sneezing loudly in the corner of the room.
“My throat feels weird,” he sighed
as he sneezed again. Namjoon pulled you closer.
“Get your own personal nurse,”
Namjoon cooed as he wrapped his arms around you. “She’s mine.”
I tried to make this super fluffy; I’m sorry if it’s not fluffy enough! Thank you for reading!!!