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spnandshitold · 6 years

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Music To My Ears.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 3113

Warnings: language, partial nudity, fluff, making out.

A/N: none of the lyrics in the fic are mine. The 3 songs are Punchin' Bag - Cage The Elephant, The Middle - Jimmy Eat World, Every Other Freckle - Alt J. As always any feedback is appreciated.

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"She's a stone cold straight faced killer and a lover and she once pulled up with another brood who only wants to bruise her take her love and then abuse her." The lyrics flooded through your headphones as you became your own band lying across the back seat of the Impala occasionally busting out an awkward dance move making Sam and Dean chuckle.

"What crap do you think she's listening to today Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother smiling at the sight of you play air drums with your eyes closed.

"You know a lot of her music is really good and I think if you just gave it a listen you'd really enjoy it." Sam replied making Dean scoff.

"You're kidding right? There's nothing good about any of that shit she blasts." Dean would never admit to Sam or anyone for that fact that actually he had listened to your music as you sang along in your room at the bunker but that's mainly because your singing voice was part of his idea of heaven.

In fact, you were his idea of heaven. The way your H/C hair fell around your face or the way that you twirled it around your finger when you were concentrating on research or reading or the way it shone in the sunlight. Even the way you effortlessly detached the head from a vamps body without them even noticing; your eyes were his favourite, the shade of E/C was stunning and Dean loved seeing the rare sparkle of innocence in them when you watched you favourite movie. Everything about you was perfect even your flaws were perfect to him.

He was glad that he was driving along a straight, freshly paved road since he'd just zoned out for a solid 15 minutes. When he looked at you still lying in the back seat he noticed you weren't violently playing the air drums and were this time lip synching.

"It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride, everything, everything will be just fine." You really connected with those lyrics since you'd started hunting no matter how bad things got it would always get better especially with Sam to talk to and Dean to, well Dean to be Dean.

Dean was always a bit weird around you from the first time he saved your life, you tried not to be weird around him too but you couldn't help it you were in love with him. You hadn't realised at first but as soon as you moved into the bunker it was crystal clear that you loved him.

You'd always felt a strong connection to Dean, almost like there was some unknown force drawing you towards him. But he didn't feel the same way, you thought he saw you like a little sister. All you could do was fantasize about the man you love and hope that one day things could be different between you two.

"Hey chunk, how far out are we? I might have a nap." You asked Dean with the nickname you gave him for no particular reason. You called Sam sausage and Dean was called chunk, not because he didn't have perfectly chiselled abs but because you knew he didn't really care for nicknames and that was the only one that seemed to have an effect on him.

"Not too far 'bout two hours I'd say." Dean replied suppressing the giant grin that was dying to show itself.

"Then y'all had better be quiet for an hour and a half. But you got to wake me up when we're 30 minutes away." You chuckled out pulling the plaid, wool blanket that was folded in the foot well over you closing your eyes putting you earphones back in quickly dozing off.

Dean was fully focused on the road until you fell asleep and not a word was said until Sam sighed loudly breaking dean's intense concentration.

"Dude, when are you going to say something? The tension between you two makes the air hard to breathe in here." Sam stated earning a confused look from Dean who looked over in the rear view mirror to make sure you were still asleep.

"Say what, Sam? What do I say to a girl that perfect who only sees me as a friend. Besides she'd never go for a guy like me, you're way more her type. You look more like those dicks she leaves the bar with." Dean answered his brother quietly, trying not to wake you up.

"Gee thanks, but trust me man, she's into you, you might not see it but the way she stares at you, it's- it's how I used to look at Jess. She loves you man, you're just too blind to see it." Sam looked down at his hands at the thought of his dead girlfriend feeling the hole shaped like her in his heart twinge. Dean sighed and focused back on the road.

Dean rested a hand on your shoulder over the seat and he shook you gently causing you to stir. "Hey kiddo, we're half an hour away from home." Dean spoke softly, smiling as you groaned.

"Thanks chunk." You smiled sitting up blissfully unaware of the conversation Sam and Dean had while you were asleep. Your smile grew when you thought of your dream about having a normal apple pie life with Dean; you smiled again when you thought of having the exact same life you had now but sharing it with Dean, you thought of the occasional night you had to share a motel bed with the eldest Winchester and his gentle snores and his morning hedgehog hair the feeling of waking up next to him made your heart swell and your cheeks burn pink.

"I want to share your mouthful. I want to do all the things your lungs do so well. I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a bean bag. Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet." You sang along to one of your favourite songs while you showered after returning to the bunker. Dean stopped and listened smiling as he was walking past the bathroom then he heard the water turn off and panicked in case you caught him listening to you so he set off running down the hall slowing to a walk when he was far enough away that you wouldn't know.

Dean rounded the corner into the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge as soon as he un-crouched from getting his beer Sam shut the fridge door.

"I am going to go out for a couple hours and when I'm out you are going to put your pride aside for a while and talk to Y/N about how you feel because I can't take anymore longing stares or tension." Dean stood there in shock without a chance to reply as Sam had already left.

You snook into the kitchen and slipped your hand between Dean's ribs and arm to grab the bottle out of his hand without touching him. The second it left Dean's hand he spun around and had you pinned against the fridge, your bodies pressed together as your giggles and immature smile faded into something different. Neither of you moved, you stayed exactly how you were, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. You had to look down to avoid the urge to kiss his pink plump lips. Dean noticed you look away from his gaze and eased up away from you. He turned and started to walk away.

"Dean wait." You reached you hand up and grabbed his arm "oh wow." You muttered under your breath as you felt the muscle under his henly shirt which made him smirk.

Dean sighed "Y/N I need to talk to you." He looked into your eyes and your hand dropped from his arm.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, please don't hate me I don't want us to be weird. Oh chuck, don't tell Sam about that, he already thinks I'm desperate for you, I mean he's not wrong but if he knew he was right he'd have my life litera- Dean what are you laughing about." You spoke quickly wishing he wasn't still pushed against you, so close you could smell him; he smelled amazing like leather and whiskey, coffee and pie and- and home. You smiled breathing deeper.

"Why do you assume no one can have feelings for you? If I'm completely honest if you hadn't looked away I would have kissed you." Dean admitted.

"I could ask you the same thing chunk." You smiled up at him breathing a laugh while you stared into the depths of Dean's heavenly green eyes allowing your gaze to flutter to his lips that were parted ever so slightly.

"Can I- can I kiss you?" Dean leaned closer so his forehead was resting against yours. You gathered the strength to bring a hand up to rest on Dean's cheek pulling him slowly towards you.

"That is the best idea I've heard all day." You allowed your lips to brush his as you spoke and that was all it took for Dean to wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips against your softly, no tongue just his lips moving against yours. Then he pulled his lips away from yours prematurely causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

"Hey you wanna make Sammy uncomfortable? He went out so I'd have a chance to talk to you alone, said he'd be back in a couple hours." Dean asked you keeping one hand on your hip and rubbing the back of his neck with the other.

"What are you proposing Winchester?" You smirked at him mischeiviously.

"Wanna go make out in Sam's bed?" He asked mirroring your smirk.

"Let's go!" You exclaimed excitedly pulling Dean's hand towards Sam's room. Watching as Dean pulled out his phone and start typing. "What are you doing now chunk?"

"Just texting Sammy that it's safe to come back and that I found his secret Netflix addiction in his room." Dean replied coolly donning his evil smirk.

"Dean Winchester you must be after a girls heart." You flopped on Sam's bed pulling Dean with you as soon as he sent the message and dropped his phone in his pocket.

The pair of you lay there for a minute getting comfy so Dean was lying on top of you, you pulled his shirt off so he was in his jeans as Dean pulled yours off too leaving you in shorts and a sports bra.

Once you were comfortable and half naked with your shirts littering Sam's floor Dean pulled out his phone and read the message from Sam aloud. "Why are you in my room Dean, get out! I'll be there in 10!" Dean chuckled and put his phone back in his pocket and then started to lean down on you making sure he didn't crush you but applying enough weight to trap you there not that you'd want to be any where else.

Dean quickly started his attack in your mouth. It was fast, all tongue and teeth, small moans and grunts flowed out of your mouths. By the time Sam barged in you were out of breath but the shock of the door hitting the wall startled Dean and he accidentally bit your lip a little too hard drawing blood.

Fully aware that Sam was there watching, Dean pulled back just a touch and licked the blood from your lip as he stared into your eyes. Dean pushed himself up just enough to show Sam your small form.

"Dean what the hell are you doing?!" The second Sam saw you his face changed from anger to shock. "Y/N what are you doing? Also where is your shirt." You giggled as Sam looked away to avoid staring at the exposed flesh of your chest that turned into your cleavage.

Dean got off you and you bent down to grab your shirt. Dean got up after you and tapped your bum as you tip toe ran across the room squealing at the gentle touch while blushing at the gesture.

"Oops, uh, 'scuse me Sammy." You winked back at Dean pushing past the taller brother through the doorway into your own room across the hall closing the door behind you feeling the red heat on your cheeks.

You leaned your back against the door, sat down giggling to yourself at the fact that you had just made out with Dean Winchester on Sam Winchester's bed, your oldest living friend and long term major crush.

You hear Sam talking to Dean but you didn't hear much through two closed doors and across a hall. "Okay man I'll be honest, I'm glad you two sorted your shit out but did you have to sort it out on my bed. I sleep in there dude." There was a couple of seconds of quiet where you assumed Dean was talking quietly. "She was half naked under you on my sheets! Did I mention you were half naked too?! I'm so going to get you back for this one Dean. The prank war is back on again, and you are dead." You heard the brothers laugh and the door open so you quickly jumped onto your bed and grabbed a book of some kind.

Your door slowly opened and you looked up from your 'reading' to see Dean. "Hey sweetheart. Interesting book?" Dean turned his head and upper body so his head was upside down so he could read the title of the book you were holding upside down. You blushed and looked at the pages hiding your face in the book. "How much did you hear?"

"Well I mainly heard Sam talking, he did sound uncomfortable at the fact that we were half naked in his bed." Your devilish smirk returned. "Also the prank war has returned and I want in but I wanna hide it from Sam for a while so I can get him good and blame you." You beamed making the apples of your cheeks show and your dimples shine. Dean's heart melted at the sight of you being smug and planning something wicked.

You and Dean then deduced the best plan to prank Sam; you called it operation fucking brilliant. Phase one included gathering some sexy lingerie and a pair of Dean's jeans, a t shirt and a pair of his boxers.

Phase two meant going on Dean's laptop and finding a porn video that was loud and sounded realistic so you could play it and it would be heard through the whole bunker, you made Dean handle that part.

Then phase three, you told Sam everyone was out of bathroom supplies. This meant he would have to go on a supply run into town which bought you and Dean some time to set up phase four.

Phase four was the most fun part, you and Dean basically wandered around the bunker making out and dropping layers of clothes, sourced in phase one, towards Sam's room dropping the lingerie and boxers right by his door. You then texted Sam and found out how far away he was and played the porn video when he said he was close.

Phase five meant you and Dean had to stash cameras around the bunker to catch his reactions from a secret hiding places known as Dean's wardrobe.

"I just heard baby's engine in the garage! Quick play the video, play the video!" You whisper shouted at Dean knowing he would tease you for asking him to play a porn video that excitedly but that was a problem for later. Once the video was playing you and Dean sprinted into his room and hid in his closet watching the live video feed from all your secret cameras on your iPad focusing on the front door.

"What the- Dean I've told you a thousand times do your own.. damn.. laundry.. what is that noise." Sam trailed off as he walked towards his room stopping dead in his tracks when he saw dean's favourite jeans in the corridor. That was the exact moment he recognised the sound playing from his room. "Oh shit, YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE FUCKING IN MY BED OR I SWEAR TO CHUCK!" You struggled to hide your giggles as Sam shouted along the corridor.

Sam saw your sexy lingerie just outside his door and burst in expecting to find his brother naked in his bed with you but was very confused when the room was empty and the only thing out of place was Dean's laptop playing the video and a piece of paper that read "turn around."

"What the-" Sam turned slowly and the second he was facing into the corridor Dean smacked him right in the face with a pie tin full of shaving foam. After the tin fell to the floor and Sam wiped his eyes you attacked him with as many different types of glitter your hands could hold.

Dean fell on the floor from laughter while you took photos of your best friend covered in shaving foam and glitter.

Hours later, after Sam forced you and Dean to tidy up the mess you had both made and the hall was spotless again, the three of you sat together in Dean's man cave on a large cushiony sofa. You lay most of your body on Dean enjoying his warmth and comfort and protectiveness; you lay your legs over Sam's thighs while he scrolled through Netflix to find a movie for you all to watch.

This wasn't anything how you saw your life being when you were 7 years old and running through muddy fields in princess dress up and trainers, but hell, right now you wouldn't change a damn thing. Dean mustered up the courage and asked you to be his girlfriend eventually, Sam called off the prank war for the special occasion that his brother grew the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend and after you said yes the three of you got drunk and had a hilariously embarrassing night in.

There was not a thing you would change about your life right now; you wouldn't get rid of the monsters or hunting, you wouldn't stop singing for the boys once they'd told you how much they loved it, and you definitely wouldn't trade waking up next to Dean in the morning and seeing his precious hedgehog hair and the peaceful look on his face.

Your life was perfect as long as those bastards didn't stay dead.

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A/N: Just another gif that inspired me to write the prank scene 😂😂.

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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A/N: Here’s the Part 3 to my TO 5x06 Road Trip AU. Full of all the fluff, pillow talk, feels, and bed sharing Klaroline deserve! I hope you like it because I almost gave myself a feels attack writing it. *angel halo*

On FF.net: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

On A03: (Here)

Happy reading!

xx Ashlee Bree

In The Stillness of the Dark

Klaus kicked a foot free of the sheets. He rested it atop the comforter and exposed his pant leg to the knee as Caroline reached up to extinguish the lamp. Dousing the room around them into comfortable darkness, and privacy.

After a shower, a phone update from Freya, some takeout with a side of Runaway Daughter strategy, a cheap bottle of wine from the convenience store down the road, three episodes of Game of Thrones on the TV, and an argument that sprouted over who loved the left side of the bed more (which Klaus won - but barely - by declaring that “old sleeping habits only ripen with age, sweetheart, and I doubt you want me accidentally invading your space whilst we sleep”), the two of them had settled into bed for the night (he on the left, she on the right) with nothing more than a blanket and too much history between them.

However, as they lay down face-to-face, pillow-touching-pillow, a gentle kind of trust and contentment descended. Draping over them both like a blanket that tickled their nerves clear through to their toes. Freeing them of the awkwardness, but not the fluttering tension, they might’ve endured in this scenario years ago because their connection was no longer frightening. It was no longer unbreachable, or avoided for ‘reasons’—

And neither was he.

This borrowed bed, with this Hybrid mastermind tucked inside of it only inches away, felt familiar to Caroline in a way that was warm. Plush. Cozy. Safe. And promising. Which, ironically, were all things she needed but weren’t those she believed she’d experience with a man like him, or with any man at all. Ever. And sure as hell not all at once…after years of supernatural plots, enemies, teaching, magical kids, and widowed dreams.

It was a natural and comforting feeling, though, the weight of Klaus beside her, the smell of his damp curls and cologne-soaked skin so close she could almost taste it. So close she could almost taste him again.

He was daunting in all his Henly-wearing, sweat-pantsed glory, though. Like resin she couldn’t rinse from her heightened senses.

He was shiver-eliciting in ways Caroline once refused to acknowledge, but now couldn’t help but see and admire clearly. No longer afraid of what that revealed about her, or what it meant about them someday.

Like a rock against her side, Klaus was sturdy and smooth.

Propped on one elbow, his wisdom peaked out from the stubble of his jaw, dark and worn against his fair ageless cheek, as he placed the remote on the nightstand. Wit battling with tact each time he glanced back to chat with her in those low, drawled British tones. Assurance mixed with calculation creased his forehead, too. Just above the eyebrows. It gave him a cheshire cat aspect sometimes when he was determined to be appeased or knew he was right, which occurred at regular intervals throughout their acquaintanceship, but not constantly by any means. Vulnerability marked the lines of his form if one knew where to look, after all.

And Caroline did.

Around the eyes, across gripped-white knuckles, behind twitching muscles and hardly audible sighs, between long stretches of unblinking silence: these were the places she located Klaus’ fears and feelings of inadequacy. It was also where his deepest desires hid in plain sight.

Entranced, her interest piqued, she never could help but analyze everything about him she could glean.

For instance, although he never moved or flinched nearer since they lay down, Klaus regarded the small distance between their bodies so softly, so acutely, that Caroline wondered why he never tried to make it disappear, eradicating the gap between them completely. It would’ve been easy for him to accomplish. Simpler than a reach-and-scoot; faster than the time it’d take for her to decline. It wouldn’t have taken long at all for him to swallow her like a giant spoon coming for the light of the moon.

There was something about how his smile spread to stretch across his lips gradually, gingerly, however; curling upwards to melt the shadows of his face into gold because their companionable vicinity was like champagne to him - not necessarily his first choice, but worth every fizzy sip she offered - which told Caroline he’d drink up the barest drop of hope he could find in her. It reminded her, again, how he was the kind of man who not only waited with relish, but stuck to his vows with purpose that never strayed.

Klaus owned a patient heart. And his had stayed with her, it seemed.

The fact that he refrained from touching her again, particularly when their pinkies hovered mere centimeters apart under the covers, was evidence of this. It not only showed great restraint on his part, but greater disappointment and regret on hers. Though she wasn’t sure why? Not at first, anyway.

As it happened, Klaus and Caroline were stiff from travel, emotionally drained, and drowsy - but not drowsy enough to keep from thinking in silence, apparently. Or from staring. A lot.

Eyes met eyes like magnets. Or like boomerangs which had finally circled back around to an inevitable destination.

Their locked gaze became unobtrusive in its intimate fragility because serenity gusted over them like beams of moonlight from the window. Trickling in with milky whites to shoo away the demons they each carried in their heads that rattled bones of insecurity and doubt. Rankling them together in acceptance of this one moment, of this one shared night.

Bad timing, obstacles, and awaiting problems and responsibilities seemed to diminish the further they snuggled into their pillows. The world around them shrinking and shrinking and shrinking until it left them alone together in silhouette, no more than two. Just her and him.

The dimness heavy’d their yawns in such a manner that Caroline knew it wouldn’t be long before their tired lashes fell to rest against their cheeks as the hum of the heater lulled them into the quiet after goodnight; especially, now, since the pitch of their voices was diminishing to that of a whisper and slurred syllables already. For the only reason conversation held out at all was because, despite the lateness of the hour, neither one of them wished to be the first victim to surrender to sleep.

“I don’t need to worry about any Edward Cullen-type surprises from you tonight, right?” Caroline said as she slipped her right hand, flat, under her cheek, to nestle against the mattress.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Well? Do I? You are an Original.”

Klaus scratched at his chin, chuckling, “I believe I don’t quite follow your question, love. Can you rephrase it for me, by chance?”

“Just tell me if you have any other weird Original-exclusive abilities. I think I deserve to be made aware of them all before it’s too late, don’t you?”

“Before it’s too late?” he said.

“Yes.”

“Too late for what? For me to read your thoughts, to convince you bunny blood will never fill you up? Specificity would be helpful here, I think.”

“Oh, please,” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Don’t be daft. Not only do I not adhere to the bunny diet, but you of all people aren’t telepathic. Like…at all.”

“Not since I met you, that’s for bloody certain.”

She frowned at this but said nothing. Klaus rubbed at the corners of his eyes then peered at her sagely as he plopped his chin in his palm, and sighed,

“Listen, if you mean to ask if I sparkle in the darkness after midnight, then the answer is no. I do not. I prefer to turn my diamond-glow off whenever I’m in shared sleeping quarters, you see, so as not to appear overindulgent, inconsiderate, or rude. I assume you know I would do this for you of all people? Clearly,” he added with a sweeping gesture at his perfectly unlit skin and the clock behind him, which read 1:02 A.M., as if this facetious remark explained everything.

“You’re ridiculous,” Caroline replied with a snort. “Are you always like this?”

“Rarely.”

She humphed.

“So, what, I’m the exception then? I bring it out in you in full-force or something?”

He shrugged. Letting her think whatever she wished. “Ridiculous questions deserve ridiculous answers, sweetheart.”

“I only wanted to know if you’ll be able to sleep tonight, that’s all,” Caroline said drily.

“Ah.”

“Is that so terrible?”

“No. That’s, uh - it’s actually…” Struggling for purchase, Klaus flipped onto his stomach and crossed his forearms under his chin so he could blink at the headboard. “Why couldn’t you have asked me that to start, Caroline? You and I are above these silly pretenses. We always were,” he said, side-eyeing her softly.

“I know I just—” she exhaled sharply, “You have a lot on your mind with Hope, your family, New Orleans, and you’re sifting through many questions and frustrations with magical complications, and I…well, I didn’t want to provoke you into a discussion about anything unless you wanted to share your thoughts with me. That’d be—and I’d never want to make you feel, you know…”

“You’re cute when you’re ruffled,” Klaus cut in.

Caroline skirted past the unexpected flattery, but not without pausing to blush first. “Anyway, the point is I’m here for you. I’ve got your back either way, whatever happens.”

“You’re—but I’m so—?” His voice was thick. “Thank you,” he choked out.

“I mean, I’m not afraid to kick you in the ass when occasion requires it, but I also know when it’s wrong or inappropriate to prod. So, yeah,” she puckered her cheeks, “I figured it’d be easier to warn you about what’ll happen if I catch you watching me sleep like Cullen instead.”

“Which is…?” he said with a quick change of tone and subject.

Caroline’s lips twitched upwards, broadening into a smile as she tilted her head to consider him, “I’ll freak.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep,” she said with an overemphasized pop of the ‘p.’ “And I’ll retaliate in ways you can’t imagine, mister.”

“That sounds serious, indeed.”

She nodded, jostling her elbow at him, “I am part monster, you know,” she winked.

“Well, then,” he drawled and cracked his knuckles, “I suppose it’s too bad I left my Caroline Forbes handbook packed in my suitcase, now, isn’t it? Or I’d jot this detail down straight away for safe keeping.”

“I think you can remember it.” You remember everything else, she wanted to say but didn’t.

“Perhaps,” Klaus acquiesced. “That said, I find there are no incentives worthwhile enough for me to try at present, do you? And I’m a man who needs motivation. Besides,” he tapped his index finger against his lips, leaning in with a devilish glint, “to stop me you’d have to gouge out my eyeballs. So go on,” he smirked in challenge, “I’d love to see you try.”

He grinned at Caroline’s reaction: a sharp intake of breath followed by a rustle of covers, a playful shove, a squeal, a pillow to his face, and an ‘Oh my God, you are such a freaking creeeep! I can’t believe you said that.’

They rolled and tousled for some minutes afterwards, their separate sides long forgotten. Giggling all the while. Klaus repeatedly (and unsurprisingly) allowed himself to be pinned to the mattress by her knees, which she used to her advantage at long last by securing his wrists against the headboard then pressing her forehead against his until he froze, the sea of his irises flecking with gold waves as he became prey instead of predator. And happily so. That’s when she threatened to compel herself her own private town to sleep in if he couldn’t promise to keep his eyes closed til morning, or to at least try.

Klaus relented without too much protest after that.

When Caroline lauded her easy success as they curled back beneath the covers, however, he told her it was because he’d hate for her to be lonely. “You deserve better than that,” he added as he reached to pull the sheet over her shoulder. Fingers ghosting over her bare skin.

Something about the way he said it - flat with no sarcasm, no hesitation; pointed in sincerity but also reflective in a way that scratched at rawness in his throat - twisted knots in her belly so hard she could barely breathe. Or speak. Or do anything except reel, astounded and gawking. To know that Klaus distinguished between “alone” and “lonely” so profusely, the fact that he considered how those things affected a person in big or small ways, touched Caroline’s heart almost as much as it saddened it. For how long had he felt this way, himself, over the centuries? How often in her young, ageless life already had she?

A keen pang fluttered in her chest at this: revealing another thumping tether of similarity.

Then, before she realized it, one of her hands had slipped out from under her head of its own volition and reached forward to palm his cheek. Tenderness bursting toward him in a rapid rippling stream,

“So do you,” Caroline said like the coo of a dove, “so do you.” Her fingertips trailed circles along his jaw, lingering by the corner of his mouth only to drop against his forearm with a pinch after a moment. “Now get some sleep. You’re old as dirt and probably need more under-eye concealer in the morning than I do.”

“After you, love. Ladies first and all that,” Klaus smiled.

“Creep,” she breathed in reply.

Caroline shut her eyes and listened to the symphonic thud thud of his heartbeat after that. Too cozy to remove her arm from where it clutched his in caress. He didn’t seem to mind. And when she stirred a few hours later, cradled against his chest on the left side of the bed, breaking her own rule to study the smoothness of his closed eyelids, to map the constellations of freckles on his neck; plucking at her own curiosities about his soft defenselessness and longevity in the stillness of the dark while he slept, she found neither did she.

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flylikeanangel1 · 2 years

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Maidstone united 2-0 Angels

Thanks for reading what is (hopefully) the first of many match reports in collaboration with Bobby at Fly Like An Angel. I’m no expert on football, I’ve never been particularly good at playing football either (I wasn’t good enough for Tonbridge Invicta under-11s if you want some sort of indication), but one thing I do know is that I love following Tonbridge Angels Football Club. Hopefully these reports give an honest insight into what I’ve been served up for 90 minutes on a Saturday/Tuesday watching the Angels home and away. It’s probably a load of nonsense to most so please leave comments with your views on posts - after all, football is all about opinions!

VERDICT

A disappointing start to the new year for Tonbridge as they fell to defeat in the county town.

Despite the result, an away contingent of 300 made themselves known creating a good atmosphere. An atmosphere, however, dubbed as ‘tinpot’ by some of the home fans over Twitter, but the less said about them the better after some of today’s debacles in the crowd.

The Angels starting XI saw some changes from the Boxing Day game with Fielding, Loft, Smith-Joseph & Wood coming in for Hudson, Beere, Coombes & Olutade.

McKimm’s men looked up for it from the off, coming quickly out of the traps, letting their local rivals know that they were there for a game and out for revenge after the tightly-contested reverse fixture the previous Sunday.

As the game began to settle down the play became scrappy with neither side able to keep possession long enough to have any real effect on the game. Twelve minutes on the clock saw the Stones no.14 Odusanya fire a shot over the bar with the first effort of the game failing to cause too much disarray to the Angels backline.

Typical of a local derby, the game was tight and continued in scrappy fashion. Tonbridge were showing their worth with Boxing Day still fresh in the memory and revenge on the cards.

A series of dead ball situations led to no joy for Tonbridge. The 17th minute saw a free kick from out wide comfortably dealt with and a 22nd minute corner cut out with the follow up resulting in little joy.

Hearts were in mouths as Maidstone reminded us why they’re flying high at the top of the league when Michael Phillips hit a first time strike in the 28th minute with Jonny Henly having only the woodwork to thank for keeping his clean sheet intact on this occasion.

A pair of Joe Turner efforts succeeded with a long range effort falling straight into former loanee Tom Halder’s gloves and the latter dropping on to the roof of the net after a hopeful effort.

Unfortunately, the 33rd minute saw the beginning of the end for Tonbridge’s hopes of getting one over on their neighbours. I hate to say it but the opener was a fantastic goal from Odusanya. A pinpoint through ball from

Barham saw Odusanya strike past Jonny and send the home fans into a state of rapture, which unfortunately led to some unruly behaviour from some of the younger home fans. I think Green Street 2 on DVD must have been in some of their sacks on Christmas morning…

Tonbridge didn’t seem to have their heads down and continued to battle on. Perhaps a bit bias on my part, but Sonny received a yellow for holding the nifty Barham down on the 39th minute. Barham seemed to make the most of it, in my opinion, and appeared to have done his homework on the Angels captain.

Just before half time, a disastrous pass intended for Henly was snatched up by Barham who ran with it and squared to Luque who poked it away to increase the Stones’ lead. Probably the worst time for us to concede. I admire Luke Jenkins’ confidence following his post-match interview on Sunday, but I hope for his sake he wasn’t anywhere near Luque when that one went in!

Going in at half time 1-0 down is one thing, but 2-0 down at your local rivals after conceding in the 44th minute, that’s a whole different kettle of fish. The crowd appeared to remain optimistic throughout the break, perhaps with thoughts resonating of our last visit to The Gallagher where we snatched a 2-2 draw…

Braham-Barrett replaced O’Sullivan for the second half and slotted into the left wing back position. Jerry didn’t appear to be showing signs of injury, so presumably the idea was to have the natural left footer there to help with the wide play.

As with the first half, the blues started off quickly and looked as though they might be in with a chance of salvaging something from the game. A nearly moment from Turner saw a header lack any real conviction and was constantly gather led by Hadler.

Maidstone started to show their class and began to frustrate their visitors. Angels just didn’t seem to be able to carve up any real chances. A succession of long throws led to no success with the host’s centre backs dealing with them without any hassle.

Beere replaced Smith-Joseph in the 56th minute. Beere’s introduction added a bit of flare in the middle initially but Maidstone appeared to catch on quickly and start closing us down in the middle of the park.

Maidstone appeared to be on top at this point and Tonbridge unable to break them down at the far end. With half an hour to go, time was wearing thin. Something had to happen and it had to happen soon if we were going to get anything out of it to take back down the A26.

Olutade replaced Wood up top in the 63rd minute. I honestly thought this might be the instigator needed to get us going. With Ibz being a former United player and with a point to prove to their staff and fans, surely it was inevitable that he’d score a hat-trick, with the winner coming from a Sonny Miles assist! You can’t blame a man for being optimistic….

A few hairy moments for Tonbridge were dealt with in one way or another. Conceding a third would almost certainly have put an end to the contest but some brave defending ensured that the deficit was kept to two.

Some action in front of the Maidstone goal had little impact sadly with a few wasted opportunities to get the ball into the box frustrating some of the Angels fans.

Seven minutes before time, our fate was all but sealed. A tiring Doug Loft was shown a red card. The colour of the card was questionable in my opinion, with the Maidstone player perhaps making a bit of a dogs dinner out of it. Nevertheless, nothing seemed to be going the Angels’ way and the result had seemed inevitable for some time at this point.

A few minutes later Odusanya was at it again but had his shot blocked. Barham had a shot go just wide shortly after a few minutes before time. Henly seemed to be having words with some of the Maidstone fans behind the goal - I’m not sure what was said, but it didn’t look like anyone was wishing a happy new year to the other…

Sadly, at this point, it was far too late for Tonbridge - down to ten men, 2-0 down away from home and being frustrated by the new league leaders.

SUMMARY

Overall, a frustrating visit to our mates up the road today. Maidstone go top and we all but confirmed our place in a relegation scrap between now and the end of the season.

I hate to say it, but I could see why MUFC are up there today. They have a really good mixture of pace, skill, experience and strength in their squad. We all remember how good Hadler was for us as a youngster and he seems to have progressed into a really confident keeper for this level. Ellul

Some silly mistakes cost us today and the lack of goals is an ongoing concern. Some of the squad have come out publicly and aren’t shying away from the negatives from this season, which is commendable, but we’re coming up to the halfway point now so if improvements are to be made we need to get a shift on.

There are murmurs of changes needed in the playing squad and perhaps that’s what’s needed? Only Steve and Barry really know what’s realistic with regards to incomings/outgoings (if, in fact, that is the case). Maybe the answer is already within the squad? Whatever happens, one thing is for sure, a Steve McKimm side will not lay down and die without a fight.

It’s going to be dramatic and perhaps not pretty, but we’re in for a rollercoaster ride during the next 22 games so strap yourself in!

MOTM

Joe Turner gets my vote for MOTM. JT seemed to be the only one able to muster up any real chances in front of goal. Always gives 100% wherever he’s asked to play and can almost guarantee he’ll create at least one goal scoring opportunity.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS

Sonny dealt well with the annoyingly good Jack Barham today. The Maidstone no.10 is a tricky customer and could run rings around any NLS defender. I was hoping Barham would have a stinker today after berating the Angels fans on Boxing Day - wasn’t to be though, unfortunately.

Jonny let in two today but I dread to think what the score would’ve been without him there. Again, another consistent player for us who were lucky to have.

NEXT UP FOR THE ANGELS:

Opponent: Hungerford Town (H)

League position: 10th (as of 2nd jan)

Last time out: Hingerford 0-3 Chippenham

Player to watch: Ryan Seager - former Southampton and Yeovil striker.

Score prediction: Angels 1-1 Hungerford

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ao3feed-mystrade · 6 years

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Gambling

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by dmdiane

Mycroft: For the first time in a month, he feels rested and well. Something has eased. Buying the piano three weeks ago was also turning some kind of corner. He’s done reacting and ready to return to his default state of action. He’s finally found his boxes of sheet music and he arranges them by composer in an antique lateral file he purchased for the exact purpose. Tomorrow he will sketch out his job's restructure and send it to Alicia, Garreth, and Edwin. Today he will test the potential for turning his friendship with Greg into a romance.

Greg: For longer than he’d thought remotely possibly he’s managed to be underfoot, helpful, responsive. Noting that Mycroft likes him in rugby pullovers and Henly’s in the forest colors he’s adjusted his wardrobe accordingly. Mycroft loves his hair and he’s let it grow to such disastrous lengths that he often looks like an overgrown Yorkie by day’s end. He has perfected the two-day scruff that’s perfectly balanced between the Yard’s restriction on a beard and Mycroft’s attraction to his facial hair. He’s been fucking careful. He’s been deliberate, damn it.

Words: 5909, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Additional Tags: Romance, Recovery, Post Season 4, Post TFP, non-canon, First Kiss, First Time, Lots of Books, Oblivious Mycroft, patient Greg, Boys In Love

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Dollis Brook, north of Henlys Corner, London; 20.5.2023

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#flowers for #children #VEday #VEday75 #walk #holocaust (at Henly's Corner) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7J0KTHOJa/?igshid=w91pyv3ga2zq

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bolontiku · 7 years

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*not my images*

Avengers A/U

Bucky x mutant reader

“Losin’ Control”

Part 2

Summary: Working at Stark tower has let you meet some great people. Bucky is just your friend…right?

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You answered the door and flung your arms around Clint who lifted you up and stalked into the kitchen. “There’s my girl!” he laughed giving you a forceful kiss on the cheek. He paused holding you against him, “Damn that smells good!”

You beamed up at him, “where are the others?”

“What others?” he asked playfully, eyes twinkling, “I told them you cancelled so that I could have all the food to myself.”

“Yeah good thing we didn’t believe his lying ass!” Sam interrupted followed by Tony and Nat.

You squealed and hugged the redhead who wrapped herself around you, “If you keep cooking like this then I am going to marry you.” She warned as she set down a bottle of wine, Tony setting another by hers.

“Is Steve not coming? I mean we made enough…” You looked towards the door.

Nat tilted her head, a smirk on her lips, “Steve is going over to pick up Bucky, what do you mean we?”

You bit your lip, “James helped, he’s taking a shower right now though. Can someone call Steve and let him know?”

Sam frowned, “He spent the rest of the day with you?” did you really not get it? He wondered throwing a knowing look at Clint.

You nodded moving into your small kitchen, “guys…”you looked at the feeble four chairs you had around the table. “I know! I’ll go ask the neighbor if she’ll loan me a couple chairs! OH! I have that yarn she wanted too, shoot…I gotta get it from the room. I’ll be right back!” You hurried into your room and opened the closet, looking around till you found the box you needed. You reached on your toes and managed to catch the edge of the box, pulling it towards you. It jettisoned itself towards you and you closed your eyes, this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

You blinked, no sharp corner on your face? Looking up still fearful that maybe it was teetering on the corner and just waiting till you looked up exposing your eye and stab you the moment…you saw shiny metal till you realized it was a shiny metal arm. You followed the arm, craning your neck back till the top of your head bumped into his naked chest and you could see his face.

Bucky perked his eyebrow at you. “Need this doll?” he asked handing it to you.

You turned smiling up at him. “Thank you!” you giggled, “everyone is here, I just have to run over to the neighbors and borrow a couple more chairs…I think its gonna be a little bit cramped though,” you frowned and Bucky couldn’t help but pinch your nose making you scrunch your face at him.

“Don’t worry so much, everyone is happy to be around you.” He grumbled turning around and pulling on a black tank. You squirmed in place and he turned around when you didn’t respond, “Alright?”

You nodded with a nervous smile. “C-Can I?”

Bucky tilted his head and smiled when he realized what you were asking, he took a step closer to you and held his arm out. You set the box down quickly and watched his face for any sign of discomfort. Your hand gliding into his, moving up his forearm and to his biceps, he shivered as your fingers slid up to his shoulder, where metal met flesh. He jerked back as your fingers ghosted along his neck.

You dropped your hands quickly and smiled at him, “You’re just beautiful!” you turned and left with the box leaving him standing there with his mouth agape. Bucky ran a hand through his still damp hair, ‘I like her as a friend, no one that pure could ever have feelings for me,’ he told himself. He snagged his henly and jerked it on, lips pursing.

He had enjoyed cooking with you today, you were at ease with him, never once acting nervous around him. You had even tugged on his hair once or twice, though you had had to stand on your toes to properly reach. You had corrected him when he was cutting something wrong, placing your hands over his to help him slice. It had taken everything in him to keep his hands from trembling.

He was used to the team, they had taken him in and forgiven him his past. Things could get touchy with Tony, but for the most part everything had been good. You were the first person to not treat him differently, he had tried talking to several people around the tower and that had ended pretty quickly. They all knew ’The Winter Soldier’. He wondered if you knew of his past? He stepped out the room and was welcomed by everyone.

Sam punched his shoulder, “You cannot hog her to yourself, if I had known you were going to do that I would have come!”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders and moved around the table, everyone was already serving themselves when Steve poked his head in and smiled, “Yeah I made it!” he held his hands up. “Thanks Nat for letting me know this knuckle head was already here…”

Bucky gave him an apologetic look as he reached for a bowl handing it to the blonde before grabbing one for him and you, quickly filling them up. You came back in smiling. “Well the neighbor was able to loan me one chair, so I’ll just stand.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise as everyone complained, and Nat stood quickly abandoning her chair and sitting in Clint’s lap, easily comfortable. “Nat, you don’t have to-you’re my guest!”

She scoffed, “He doesn’t mind at all, and if he does tough shit,” she punctuated with a wave of her hand.

Clint just laughed reaching around her to grab his food. “God, Y/N! I think I’ll fight Nat in order to marry you, this is so good! You made it spicy too!” he threw you a wink making you blush.

You sat between Bucky and Steve blushing, a plate was placed in front of you as well as a drink. You laughed and leaned forwards as Bucky reached around you to hit Steve for something he had said.

“I will have you know I am a good cook!” Bucky defended himself. His breath caught as your hand fell on his thigh your head tossed back as you laughed. He caught Steve staring, face smug and Bucky had to tear his gaze from you.

“Bucky is a great cook! He helped out so much today….ohh, excuse me.” You stood and rushed to your phone that you had left on the counter. “I’ll be right back,” you hurried into your room, closing the door for some privacy.

Steve nudged Bucky, Sam throwing a knowing look at him as well. “You should ask her out.”

Nat cheered, “Yes!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, a clear sign for them to drop it.

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You looked over your shoulder as you answered the call. “This is Y/N, how can I help you Mr. Fury?”

“Gonna need you tonight, have need of your talents. I need to know what is inside this fuckers head and pronto.”

You nodded as you closed your eyes, “yes sir, I can be there before midnight, I have guests at the moment.”

“Yeah kinda hurt I wasn’t invited. Whatever, I can’t ask Wanda to do this, you need to be here before midnight,” with that he hung up and you sighed.

You had to concentrate while touching a person, but you could read minds this way. No one knew, as far as anyone at Avengers Tower knew your sole purpose there was to run the kitchen.

You took a deep breath and stepped out.

Everyone was laughing and you smiled wide, Bucky slammed his hand down on the table, making you jump slightly. “Dammit, I said I do not like Y/N! Now stop with it already!” he growled angrily.

You froze, your hand had just touched his muscular shoulder and you felt him freeze under your hand. “Well, that’s good to know there Soldier, thought I was going to have to beat you off with a stick ya know?” You laughed as you pulled your chair out and then thought better of it.

Nat stood off of Clint as you backed away. “I uh, just remembered…yup.” you didnt finish but backed away whirling around to escape your suddenly too small apartment.

“Y/N!” Nat and Clint hurried up after you as you slipped out the front door.

“Fuck,” Sam sat back, “Guess it’s time to clean up?” Tony sighed face sober as they all realized that their teasing of Bucky had caused more trouble than anticipated.

Bucky pushed his chair back, his hair falling around his face as he grabbed his bag and started for the door.

“Buck!” Steve called after him following him out, he stopped him before he could reach the stairs. “It’s not your fault! We were all egging you on,” he sighed as Bucky refused to look at him. “Bucky, you gotta stay, we’ll explain,” he pleaded holding onto his shoulder.

Bucky shrugged Steve’s hand off and pushed the door open. Steve looked over to the elevators where you stood beside one, Clint and Nat in front of you. He squared his shoulders and walked over. “Hey Y/N?”

Nat glanced over at him, he was surprised to see you completely fine, not a single tear. “Yes Steve?” you asked him voice chipper, he almost missed the slight waver of your voice, almost and it hurt. They had caused you pain.

He sighed, “Look you oughta know, Bucky didn’t mean what he said. We were kinda picking on him as I was sure he had a crush on you, well I was certain that he liked you. I know he likes you, otherwise he wouldn’t have spent the day with you.”

You shook your head, pursing your lips. “Okay? Look I just have to go down to the complex office, they uh called and I gotta go check something out.” You felt relief flood you as the elevator finally opened and you stepped in. “Look just, lock up, you don’t have to clean, it’s fine. I’ve got my key with me. Plus, I gotta swing by the office…” you blabbed till the doors shut you away from them.

Nat frowned, “did she say she needed to go by the office? So we’ll see her there tonight? Maybe we can get Bucky to go down to her office and maybe talk things out?”

Clint frowned, “this kinda went sideways. Both of them are pretty cute together-if they could just see it,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “probably think neither is good for the other.” He let out an irritated huff of air, the other two nodding somberly.

Steve frowned, they had fucked up royally.

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Come to me now and rest your head part 9: Memorial Day (MCU Captain America fanfic)

This is part 9 of a 15-chapter fic about Bucky’s return and recovery, as told through a year’s worth of rough holidays. Not every chapter will be emeto, but all have some form of physical illness or mental health struggle that could be categorized as sickfic or whump.

We are in powers/no powers choose-your-own-adventure.

This is a remix of Wait for Tomorrow (now from Steve’s perspective).

Trigger warnings for vomiting and suicidal situations/suicide attempt.

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The Friday before Memorial Day weekend, Steve walks through the door with the distinct feeling that something’s not right. The doormat’s kind of askew, which, if it means Bucky’s been coming and going, is actually a good thing, but it feels like an indicator of issues deeper within.

There’s a plastic cup, still wet, in the sink like it’s been dropped. Steve expects to see Bucky’s tired, anxious body slumped on the couch, but he’s not there. It’s more unusual for him to spend time upstairs, but that’s where Steve checks next.

The bedroom door is closed, and that can’t be a good sign. “Buck?” Steve calls quietly as he turns the knob and presses the door open.

Bucky’s standing between the bed and the window, this body visibly trembling, and there’s a gun in his hand, the muzzle lost in his hair.

“Buck,” Steve gasps quietly. He half-reaches one hand out and steps forward, keeping the corner of the bed between them.

Bucky’s face looks grey. His eyes are red and wet, his nose is running, and his lips glisten and twitch.

“Hey,” Steve says, turning his palms down to make a calming gesture. “Hey…”

Bucky just blinks and swallows, his hand shaking on the gun’s trigger.

God, this is hard. Sam’s given Steve a casual low-down on talking folks with PTSD down from self-harm situations. Just try not to say anything triggering. Steve’s still iffy on what Bucky’s triggers actually are, so he’s not sure he can say anything. “Can, uh…?”

Steve takes a breath and starts again. “Buck. Not today. Not today, ok?”

Bucky stares at him. Shakes his head a fraction of an inch. Looks like he’s going to pass out.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “It…it’s bad today. And that’s just, it just happens. But that doesn’t mean it’sgonna be bad tomorrow. It might not be any better, but you…there should at least be a chance to find out.”

He can hear Bucky breathing. It sounds wet and cloggy and desparate.

“Buck…” Steve murmurs.

The gun tumbles from his hand. Steve’s sprinting around the edge of the bed before it hits the floor. Bucky doesn’t look like he’s going to stay upright much longer, and Steve wraps him in his arms.

Bucky’s limp, and Steve just whispers the first thing he can think of. “It’s ok. You’re ok.”

The moment of silence seems interminable, but finally Bucky shudders against him in a heaving sob.

“I love you so much.” It doesn’t matter that it’s the first time Steve’s said it out loud. It only matters that he’s felt it for years, it’s been on the tip of his tongue since Bucky came back, and it’s about damn time he told Bucky because for fuck’s sake he deserves to know.

Bucky shuffles and mutters something into Steve’s henly. Steve feels the vibrations more than he hears the words.

“Hm?” He moves his shoulder so Bucky’s mouth isn’t covered.

Bucky stutters, swallows, and softly wallops Steve with his right hand before he starts gagging.

“Come on,” Steve encourages, beyond caring that there’s already vomit on his shoulder. He gets Bucky into the bathroom and holds his hand as he heaves. He’s shaking and sputtering and coughing long after he’s expelled everything in his stomach, and Steve does his best to whisper that it’s ok and alright and he’s safe…

Bucky collapses into Steve’s chest, and Steve just holds him, running fingers through his hair and breathing deeply, trying to be the rock Bucky so plainly needs.

Then he starts apologizing. Talking makes Bucky cough, but he chokes out “I’m sorry,” until he’s just crying, sobbing, wracking his body into Steve, and yanking at his own hair.

“Breathe,” Steve reminds him, trying not to let tears fall from his own eyes. He lays his fingers on the outside of Bucky’s fist and feels a slight shift in the cadence of his inhales and exhales. “Good. Keep breathing.”

Once Bucky’s dissolved into tremors, Steve sees to getting him settled. It’s clear Bucky feels insurmountably sick, and his skin seems hot to Steve. Another fever is the last thing Bucky needs.

Steve cleans him up and supports Bucky to bed. He strips him of his jeans and finally gazes into his glistening eyes. Bucky starts to cry again, and Steve holds him until Bucky sways under his grip, and Steve gets him lying down.

“Give me one second,” Steve says, bolting around the bed to pick up the gun that he’s all but forgotten about. He secures it in the garage where hopefully Bucky won’t look for it before Steve can think of a way to get rid of it. Then he calls Sam. Mostly to reassure himself. Also because they’re out of sports drinks. Steve doesn’t tell Sam any details, other than that Bucky’s sick and dehydrated and Steve could use some backup.

Back in the bedroom, Bucky’s dry heaving again, and Steve tries to calm him down. He changes into pajamas and slides into bed to soothe Bucky until Sam arrives.

“Are…are you g-gonna t-tell…?” Bucky whispers through his spasming jaw.

God, how to even start… “I…I don’t want to have to tell anyone,” Steve says. His voice quivers as he grapples with the maelstrom of emotion he simultaneously wants to hide from and share with Bucky. “Buck, you can’t…I just love you so much.”

“Love you t-too…” Bucky whispers through a sob.

Steve strokes his arm and tries to tell him it’s going to be ok. This time, though, Steve’s a little less sure.

When Sam arrives with provisions, Steve leaves Bucky in bed and heads downstairs to meet him. He barely elaborates when Sam asks about Bucky, saying he’s panicky and nauseous, which he is, among other things. Sam nods, semi-relates in his amazingly calm demeanor, and advises Gatorade. Steve takes the beverage upstairs as Sam settles on the couch to flip channels.

Bucky gets about a half cup of fluid into his system before his body threatens mutiny again. Steve brings him the trash can, and Bucky gags, but miraculously manages to keep everything down.

At least he does until a few hours later, when he’s waking from a nightmare. Steve jerks out of his own doze when Bucky accidentally hits him in the face, and he’s still struggling into consciousness when Bucky vomits Gatorade all over the bed and the trash can.

Sam appears, and helpfully gets Bucky back into the bathroom while Steve ascertains that his nose isn’t broken, it just smarts.

Steve has to count Bucky off to get him to breathe, then hold him until he settles. He finally gets Bucky to consent to have his temperature taken, and it’s no surprise that the pesky fever is back to do more damage.

Sam’s presence, though awkward in such a tender moment, is helpful. He starts changing the sheets while Steve sets Bucky up in the shower. The routine’s surprisingly efficient, and within the hour, they’re gathered at the kitchen table drinking tea and munching toast.

They end up playing Uno until 2am when Bucky starts to slouch and slide into sleep right there at the table.

The first time Bucky’s anxiety pushes him to hurt himself, he’s glad he has Steve there to remind him that if he does it, he’s not the only one who will regret it.

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