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buckybarnesisdaddy · 6 months

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All is Well Part 2

Summary- Daisy and the men are still getting used to their newest houseguest.

Pairings- Steve Rogers(Nomad) x Daisy!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader (implied), Ransom x Daisy!Reader (implied).

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, sex (PiV), Oral (f receiving), Double penetration, slight choking, cream pie, teased MxM but doesn’t actually happen, I’m sure I forgot something. 18+ only!!

Word count- 6.2k

Authors notes- This ties into It’s Cold, by @rainydayandmondays so please read that wonderful chapter! I haven’t posted my writing on Tumblr so here goes nothing, hopefully you all like it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warmth. A soft, gentle warmth washes over him. “Mmhmm,” he hums as he opens his eyes. Looking down at you as your head is buried against his chest and dreaming away, a soft smile breaks over his face.

Cold. Bone-chilling cold grips his chest as he shoots awake. He is looking around and gasping for air, looking for you, his Daisy. You’re asleep in the arms of the other while one leg is entangled with his own and your hand clasped with his, Grounding him.

Love. Unmatched and all-consuming, as you sleep between your two men. You hum as you start to stir, feeling eyes on you, and then the bed shakes as one sits up, started awake.

“Buck- hey Bucky, you’re safe.” Steve’s voice is what pulls you from your sleep. Bucky’s gasping for air scares you as you wipe the sleep out of your eyes.

“Bucky? Baby, what is it?” You sit up, still holding his metal hand in yours and moving closer to him as he moves to the edge of the bed. Kissing his shoulders and rubbing his back, you try to bring him out of his dream.

“I’m- I’m okay- I…” you look at Steve, who is already sitting up and switching on the lamp. Glancing at the clock, it reads 2 am. “I’m sorry- I’ll try to go back to sleep- I just.” still trying to catch his breath, he stumbles over his words. Bucky hasn’t had nightmares in about nine months, not since you got into a routine. Nine months ago, He moved into the room you shared with Steve. He sleeps on your right, and Steve sleeps on your left. Every other morning, he gets up and runs; the mornings he doesn’t, Steve does. They never want to leave you alone. And the mornings neither get up; well, those mornings usually end up with a late start for all three of you as soft kisses turn into hands roaming each other’s bodies, which leads to you spread out above or below one of them. Bucky makes breakfast for everyone in the house and eats with you either on his lap or admiring you sitting in Steve’s. It’s a solid routine that has worked for the past nine months and one day… no nightmares for nine months and one day until tonight. Feeling the tightness in his chest finally subside, he allows you to move him back on the bed and lean back against the headboard. You settle between him and Steve, laying your head on his shoulder and taking Steve’s hand to your left.

“Talk to me, Baby.” You rub Bucky’s leg, coaxing him to open up, “What’s going on?”

Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” You shake your head no, and Steve voices what you’re thinking.

“Whatever it is, it’s big enough to cause your nightmares to return. Just talk to us, Buck.” Steve reaches over and squeezes his shoulder. Bucky sighs again.

“That little prick coming in and messing up our lives,” Bucky grumbles. “We all had a great system! Sleep together, workout, I cook, Stevie cleans, Daisy sits there and looks pretty-“Bucky crosses his arms. “Now I’m having to share my women-” Steve clears his throat, “Our women, Sorry Stevie.” He reaches over and ruffles Steve’s bedhead. “There is never any hot water cause he is always taking damn baths, I have to cook more food, so it’s taking even longer, and I’m not even getting to eat with you two anymore because I always serve you first-” Bucky looks down at you, and you are smiling a little. “See! I knew you’d laugh!” You smile and look at Steve, who nods. You move to straddle Bucky’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m not laughing, Bucky. I think you’re a little jealous of our new housemate-”

“I’m not jealous- I just hate change! You know me, I don’t do change well!” You rub down his chest.

“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t raise your voice at me.” You say in the sweetest, softest voice that all Bucky can do is smile at your request. He grumbles an apology. You giggle and kiss his nose as you say a thank you back. “Fine, you’re not jealous, but I sense you feel left out.” He nods, and you rub his chest again. “A bit… underappreciated.” He nods again, and you reach down to the hem of your shirt and lift it off in one motion. Bucky stares at your breast and licks his lips. You tilt his chin up to look at you, and you smile. “I’m sorry you have felt unseen these past few days… he can be-”

“An ass,” Steve says.

“A prick,” Bucky grumbles

“A handful,” you correct both of them. “Ransom is new; remember what it was like when we brought the last new guy in?” Bucky sighs and nods. The last new guy was a man named Frank. He had no last name, and he had a bad smoking habit. You took care of that pretty quickly. He was sweet but took some training; learning to share can be challenging for little kids, let alone grown men. He finally settled in, and the boys really like him now. He gets along with Jefferson well and keeps to himself except when asked to join everyone. He took some getting used to. Now, he comes and goes as he pleases.

“That first week, he was needy, and you both HATED him for it. Turns out he was just in need of a family, of somewhere to belong. We gave that to him. Ransom has some similar needs. His family was… well, a shit show, and he was never disciplined. Ever. Precious, Dutchess and I must correct that, and there will be some natural pushback. Trust me, it won’t be like this forever.” You lean forward and press your chest against Bucky’s. “And if anyone can show him how to behave, it’s my two Super Soldiers.” You lean in and kiss Steve and then turn to kiss Bucky. Bucky smiles and seems to relax a little. You meet Steve’s gaze, and he nods, clearing his throat and furrowing his brow; he brings up a topic that he knows could be touchy.

“Buck, this actually comes at a perfect time. Bucky looks at Steve and then at you. “The routine you-” Steve gestures to all three of you, “we- have is great, but I think we could ease up on it a bit.” Bucky goes stiff and looks at you. “We are only suggesting this because,” Steve shifts around, “well,” Still feeling like he might be walking into a dangerous conversation, “we’ve noticed how the changes have slowly been affecting you. We think it would help if you weren’t so tied to a routine that you can’t deviate from. Life is full of changes, and we have to be able to adapt to them. This is proof that maybe- just maybe your coping skills aren’t the best solution.” You lean forward and hug him tight, looking up at him with your sweet, puppy eyes, as Steve and Bucky like to call them. “You haven’t had your exact routine for eight days now, and you’ve gotten grumpy, and now you’re having nightmares,” Steve continues. “And don’t get us wrong, we LOVE grumpy you,” you giggle and kiss his chest, and Steve ruffles his hair. “But the nightmares… you’ve come so far, Buck, we don’t want you to lose all your progress.” Bucky looks at Steve and then down at you. He nods and kisses your head.

“Okay, well then, what do you two suggest? Bucky asks, actually curious how two people with no experience in PTSD therapy or counseling are going to help him overcome this.

“Well, for starters,” you smile as you sit up, drawing squiggles down his chest with your fingers. “A good night’s rest will help. And I know you’re not tired now, but,” you look at Steve and smirk. “I can change that,” Steve smirks back and pulls you into a kiss.

“I’m still pretty tired from earlier,” he winks at you as you blush, “but you two go ahead.”

That night, you tire Bucky out, and you pass out next to Steve. All three of you blissed out and incredibly happier than you were an hour ago. You and Steve make it a point to change Bucky’s schedule gradually. If he wakes up late, you encourage him to skip the run and do it at another time that day. If he cooks breakfast, he does it all at once, and it’s not made to order like he used to do. That way, if Ransom wants to be an hour late for breakfast, Bucky isn’t thrown off by that. Ransom gets cold eggs and bacon, and Bucky doesn’t miss his morning snuggles with you. Little by little, Bucky lets go of the reigns and allows the little bumps in his schedule to test his flexibility. And pretty soon, the nightmares stop, too; it’s a strange thing the mind. When every second of Bucky’s day wasn’t taken up with some task or job, it would wander to the horrors of his past life. The things he did, the people he killed, that’s why he wanted to be constantly busy. It took one prick waltzing into his home to show him that he needed to let go so he could heal and move on. He doesn’t care for Ransom, but he can’t say he hates him anymore.

***5 months later- November***

Bucky is making French toast when he hears someone come walking into the kitchen. He looks over his shoulder, “morning,” he offers, and Jake smiles and pats his shoulder as he walks by. Fixing his coffee and sitting down at the table, Bucky can tell Jake isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Ransom?” Bucky asks, and Jake nods.

“With precious now, and that’s why I’m here with you.” Bucky laughs and nods. “So tell me, how does one make French toast?” Jake asks, and Bucky kindly obliges him, going over each step in detail and offering to let him make a few. Bucky likes Jake; he is a little eccentric, but Bucky doesn’t mind that; it makes for good story times at the dinner table. The only thing Bucky could do without is Jake’s need to introduce him to new music; if Bucky has to hear Don’t Stop Believin’ one more time, he might just snap and beat the shit out of Ransom and blame it on music rage. He smiles to himself at the thought. That’s when the bedroom door starts to open.

“That’s my cue,” Jake smiles and excuses himself. Bucky looks over his shoulder, and he sees a half-naked Ransom walking down the hall to the bathroom, as smug as can be. Bucky sighs and shakes his head as he finishes breakfast.

The sun streams in and shines in your eyes, pulling you from your blissful sleep. You’re blissful yet cold sleep. You reach out on both sides and feel icy sheets under your fingertips. Pouting and staring at the ceiling, you grumble about waking up alone. Steve went for a run right after Bucky got up to start breakfast. You stayed tucked in bed, hoping they’d both be back by now, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. You are still lost in your pouting thoughts when there is a knock on the bedroom door. You forgo your slippers and regret it when the hardwood floor sends shivers up your spine. You tie your silk robe around you before opening the door and seeing who it is, except all you see is a giant bouquet of daisies. You’re eyes light up, and a small giggle escapes your lips. “Steve Grant Rogers, what on earth?!” Steve drops them and places the bouquet by the door before scooping you up into his arms. He tickles your sides, and a laugh escapes your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I just wanted to treat you, that’s all.” He kisses you as he kicks the door closed behind him. Steve crosses the room to the king-sized bed in the middle of the back wall. The pillows are haphazardly thrown on either side, and the dark green comforter is a little twisted, but that doesn’t stop Steve from laying you down. As you have two men permanently in your bedroom, you have the large master suite with a joined bathroom. Dutchess has a room at the very end of the hall, and it has a joined bathroom as well. Precious (as Jake likes to call her) has the room down the hall, and their bathroom is across from your bedroom. Each room is exceptionally spacious, and you’ve even drawn up plans to add a bathroom to Jake and Precious’ room. It’s only fair that they have the same privacy as you and Dutchess. Also, it would keep Ransom from giving you, Steve, and Bucky a free show whenever he can’t be bothered to close the door. And it would decrease his opportunity to eavesdrop on your private time with your boys. You can count on one hand the number of times Bucky and Steve have stayed and joined in on your time with Ransom… there’s a reason that number doesn’t go past 5.

Lost in the eyes of your husband and the feel of his lips on your skin, you don’t hear the door open. You don’t hear the clearing of his throat, and you don’t hear him call out your name; you don’t hear him at all, but you see him. Opening your eyes when Steve leaves a particularly hard love bite on your neck. There’s Ransom, bedroom door kicked back open, leaning against the doorframe. Ransom has taken your bouquet, and he’s picking the petals off the Daisies. Steve had taken the time from his run to buy you your favorite flower; it’s where your nickname comes from, and here Ransom is just ripping it apart. His smirk tells you everything you need to know; he’s looking for a reaction. Ransom knows those were special for you. He wants Steve or even you to get angry; you won’t give him that. You know he’s acting out for attention; Steve and Bucky would say he’s just being a little prick. You look away, pull Steve’s face close to yours, and whisper, “Next time, take an extra second to lock the door.” Steve scrunches his brow, and his eyes get slightly sad, thinking he messed up somehow. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ransom’s smug face and rolls his eyes. Noticing how Ransom’s eyes rake over your body, shielded by this sheer silk robe and Steve, it sends Steve into protective mode. He starts to get up and lecture Ransom about respecting people’s privacy and how Daisy is HIS wife, and HE decides who sees her and when. All that would have done is cause Ransom to laugh in Steve’s face. Steve may be the husband, and he may have some control over Daisy, but everyone knows that the women in this house have 100% autonomy, and no one’s husband can say differently. Well, that’s what they let Ransom think, no one’s had the heart to give him the cold, hard truth about these relationships… yet. Steve just might though. Ransom stares Steve down, almost begging him to let go and yell. Ransom doesn’t rightfully fear Steve, at least not yet. You three ladies allow the men to handle their differences however they see fit. As long as no one is seriously hurt, they can duke it out. That rule was put on pause once Ransom arrived because, well, the boys would have permanently damaged his face and their hands with the amount of times they’ve had disagreements with him. So, if Steve had chosen to tell him off like he so desperately wanted to do, Ransom would have answered with a literal laugh in Steve’s face. And Steve would have had no choice but to show Ransom why he should fear him. But Bucky saves the day and the peace. Bucky always saves the day.

“Beat it.” Bucky walks up beside Ransom and stands in the doorway to block his view. Not before he glances at you himself; he definitely likes what he sees, and you bite your lip when you catch his gaze. He turns back around and looks Ransom up and down. “You’re not supposed to have a foot in this room until tomorrow.” Ransom scoffs at Bucky. “Breakfast is ready in the kitchen; go now.” Bucky stands up straighter, towering over Ransom; he’s only one or two inches taller, but still, with Bucky’s muscles, it's intimidating. Bucky gives Ransom’s shoulder a little push, moving him out of the doorway, and Bucky shuts and locks the door on him.

“I’m sorry he ruined your flowers.” Steve opens your robe and kisses your chest. You hum at the feeling of his beard creating delicious friction along your soft skin.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Bucky? Could you gather the petals? If Ransom wants to ruin my flowers, then he will have to bathe with the petals his next bath.” You smile, and Bucky lightly laughs and nods.

“He’s gonna hate and love that simultaneously,” Bucky says as he gathers the petals and places them on the dresser. One hand plays in Steve’s hair as he continues to kiss your chest, and the other reaches out to Bucky. He stands at the end of the bed watching you and Steve; he sees how you melt in Steve’s arms and soften at the feel of his lips along your breast. You make a grabby motion, and he teases you by doing it back. You pout, and a light laugh escapes Bucky’s lips before he gives in and walks over.

“You two left me in a cold bed this morning, all alone,” You tighten your grip on Steve’s hair, and you squeeze Bucky’s hand a little harder. They look at each other.

“I was making breakfast-“

“I needed to run- I haven’t been running in- “

“Yeah, but it was your first morning with alone time since the- “

“I had promised Sam-“

“Boys, boys, boys.” You say, and they stop talking over one another. “I’m not mad,” you smile up at them; you’re still on your back with Steve on top of you. You run your hands up and down their chests, feeling the muscles move and tense under your fingers. “I just need you two to warm me up.” You smile, and Steve gives you a deep kiss, and then so does Bucky.

“I’ve got just the thing. Buck?” Steve says.

“High or low?” Bucky asks, and Steve thinks for a minute.

“High, I haven’t spent enough time up high.” Bucky nods, and then they are both moving you around the bed. Steve lays next to you and opens your robe as Bucky lays between your legs and rubs up and down your thighs.

“Mhmm, my boys,” You hum as Bucky kisses you along your center. He whispered against your skin.

“All yours, Doll.” Bucky gives a love bite to your inner thigh and then sets in to devour you.

“Sweet, perfect Daisy,” Steve says against your lips as he kisses you.

Soon Bucky has you arching off the bed and clinging to Steve as you reach your high. “Atta girl, just like that,” Steve whispers in your ear while playing with Bucky’s hair as he cleans you up and gets more than his fair share of you. You pull Bucky up, and he settles between your legs as he kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you moan around it. Pulling away to fill your screaming lungs,

“Now it’s your turn,” you say breathlessly. You look at Steve. “Yours too, Stevie.” You smirk and move them around. Bucky settles behind you while you straddle Steve’s lap, already guiding him inside. You moan at the stretch while Bucky kisses your neck, his hands drifting down your body and between your breasts.

“Where do you want me, baby girl? In this sweet ass,” he squeezes it, “in that sweet pussy with Stevie,” He guides you up and down to start riding slowly. “or in Stevie?” He pinches Steve’s thigh, and that has you all laughing a little, and you turn and kiss Bucky.

“I’d never choose that FOR Stevie.” You wink.

“You choose everything else for him.” Bucky retorts, and Steve laughs loudly. Steve gives your ass a smack on one side with one hand and the he reaches up and smacks the side of Bucky’s ass with the other. Almost like a reprimand to you both, you can’t help but giggle and Bucky laughs.

“This is why you have neighbors like Peter assuming we are fucking.” Steve responds with a bit of light in his eyes. Bucky smirks and slowly pushes in alongside Steve.

“I mean, that’s kinda what we’re doing now, isn’t it?” Bucky says, trying not to sound affected by how you are squeezing him. You and Steve moan loudly, and you collapse on Steve’s chest. Bucky beams at the reaction he pulled out of both of you. Steve catches his breath, and a small smile escapes as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“True, but Daisy’s pussy and my ass are two very different things.” Steve struggles to get out. Bucky smirks as he slowly moves in and out, torturing you and Steve.

“Now Stevie-“Bucky starts, but you and Steve cut him off.

“Just fuck us!” You scream, tired of his games.

“My god, Bucky- just move!” Steve screams and emphasizes it with another smack to the side of Bucky’s ass.

Bucky bites his lip and pulls back before slamming back in hard and fast.

“Ffffuuu“ you stammer out. Bucky’s metal hand wraps around the back of your neck, and Steve sits up and wraps his hand around the front.

“You know how we feel about that, Daisy girl,” Steve whispers against your lips.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing we ask of you, Doll.” Bucky coos in your ear. You smile as they squeeze a little and then let go. Bucky slams back in.

“FUCK!!!” You scream as he hits that sweet spot inside you. Bucky smirks and slaps your ass, and Steve kisses you hard.

“Thatta girl.” Steve praises.

“Love that dirty mouth! Gotta fully commit.” Bucky grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace as he chases his high, bringing you and Steve over the edge.

“Squeezin’ us so good, baby girl!” Bucky moans as he cums deep inside you.

“So good, my sweet Daisy!!” Steve cums alongside Bucky and fills you to the brim.

You lay there wrapped in their arms for a good 10 minutes, unable to move or even speak. You play with Bucky’s hair as Steve kisses your neck, and you thread your hand in his. “I guess we should get up, shower, and join the rest of the world,” Steve says; he stands up to head to the shower. “And you, my wife,” you smile proudly. “are coming with me!” Steve lifts you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and smack his ass. He looks at Bucky and winks. “You comin’?” Steve says as he walks off to the bathroom. Lifting your head, you make grabby hands again, and Bucky can’t resist your grabby hands and pouty face.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me!” Bucky teases and runs after you two. After a long, hot shower and an orgasm each, you finally get out and get ready for the day.

“Any plans today?” You ask Steve and Bucky as you gather the daisy petals into a bag for later.

“I’m going to spend some time with Cap. See if I can get through to him.” Bucky kisses your cheek. “We are almost on the road to almost having a breakthrough!” He smiles proudly. Steve laughs and pats his back before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

“I am helping Bucky for a bit later, but first, I’m making a grocery run or else Jake, Cap, and Winter will eat us out of house and home.” He grabs his wallet and heads to the door.

“To be fair, Cap and Winter can finally have seconds without punishment. So I get it. Jake? That you’ll have to talk to Precious about.” Steve waves it off and heads out the door. Once you have a moment, Bucky pulls you close and kisses you sweetly.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later. Hopefully, Cap doesn’t kill me,” he teases you. “I’d like my last night with just my Wife before I have to share you with others again.” You blush and pull him close. Three weeks ago, in a private ceremony with just the house members, you and Steve added Bucky to your marriage. It’s not conventional, but nothing about this situation is. Bucky has always been a part of your lives, and that one day, when he expressed his love for you, it felt right. Even Steve knew and felt the same way. Bucky moved in about four years ago, and three weeks ago, it was made official, as official as this can be. Out of respect for the new “marriage,” everyone except Steve had to be hands-off with you for three weeks; today is your last day. Well, that rule only applied to Ransom; you could hold yourself back from sleeping with any of the other men, and they could hold back from you. Random needed strict rules.

“If he hurts a hair on your pretty head, then he will have to answer to me.” You kiss Bucky and rub up and down his back.

“I’ll tell him he will be in big trouble with my Doll.” He says sweetly and kisses you again before finally slipping out of the room.

You are getting dressed when you hear the bedroom door creak open, but no footsteps approaching. You knowing very well who likes to stand in doorways, observing and taking it all in, you turn around and smile at a happy Jefferson. “And why are you so happy this morning?” You tease. Jefferson smiles and glances down at his feet before looking back up at you and questioning what kind of morning you two will have. He knows this is the last day of your three weeks, but a man can hope, can’t he? You smile and hold out your hand, allowing him to come to you. A gentle smile breaks his smirk, and he walks over to you. You pull him into a hug and give him a sweet kiss on his jawline. Regardless of the hands off rule, Jefferson doesn’t enter your bedroom unless you invite him in. And if there is an invite, he knows it will be a sweet, platonic relationship-type day. If you come to him, step into his basement room where he designs and lets his imagination run free, he has his way with you.

See, Jefferson likes to play this game; he lives off the chase and honestly can’t get it up without the excitement of it. Cat and mouse, hunter and hunted. If you draw him in, then there is no fun, no chase, no sex, just sweet head scratches, fuzzy pajamas, and cuddles, which he loves. If you approach him, all bets are off. It’s his crazed form of consent, and once you got the safe words and hard stops in place, you two have had tons of fun, even involving Steve and Bucky once in a while. If Sex is involved, then Jefferson needs you to approach him with an “I want this; don’t hold back.” He can get intense, so he won’t chase you unless you initiate it. It’s how he keeps himself in check. It keeps the madness from breaking free. You hold out a hand and invite him into your warm embrace; he knows you’re not in the headspace for his games, and that’s okay. Jefferson rubs up and down your back.

“I am Happy, my little Bunny because I just got word that I have a hearing about getting my visitation reinstated.” You could scream, you do!

“Jefferson!!!” You hug him tight, and he lifts you off the ground in excitement. “When?!”

“Later this week, Ari got the call from Andy this morning and told me over breakfast.” He smiles, and tears well up in his eyes. “I could see her soon!” His tears break free, and you give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Let me know the exact day and time, and I will be there; we all will!” Jefferson laughs a little.

“Well, we could leave Ransom here, and I wouldn’t care.” You smile and roll your eyes.

“He will be there too. Besides, we can’t trust him to be left alone, at least not yet, so he has to come.” Jefferson laughs again and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead before he lets you go. He walks to the door and then looks back at you, smirking slightly,

“Will I see you tomorrow?” He asks as he bites his lip. “It’s been too long, Bunny.” You blush as you answer.

“Maybe. It will depend on how exhausting my day is. If not tomorrow, then definitely the next.” Jefferson nods and watches as you walk over to him. “I’ve missed my little Kitten too.” You smirk up at him, and he leans in, kissing you and leaving you breathless.

“Be good, my little Bunny. I’d hate for the Wolves to have to join us.” Jefferson says as he leaves the room winking; you stand there a little dazed and happy.

“Mom! It’s not- No- I am fine-“Ransom rolls his eyes. You laugh to yourself as you walk into the living room. Ransom paces around, having a lovely conversation with his mom on the phone. You come to stand beside a tall beast of a man, his hair long and almost down to his shoulders, a full beard, and muscles so big it’s a shame they are covered with a shirt. He turns and sees you walking in; a small smile breaks across his face as he opens his arms and puts one around your shoulder.

“Hey, Daze.” He kisses the top of your head, and you hug him tight. “Long morning?” He looks down at you, and you laugh and nod.

“You could say that. Hey! Jefferson told me that you got word from Andy about his visitation!” You say excitedly. Ari nods as he smiles.

“Yeah, Andy has a good feeling about it.” You can’t contain your excitement, and you lean up and kiss Ari’s cheek, “Ha! I’m just the messenger! But I’ll take a sweet kiss if I have to!” You tease,

“in your dreams.” Ari laughs loudly, and you smile up at him. You fully believe in platonic soulmates, and Ari is yours. You’ve had moments and still do from time to time where it gets physical, and boy, is it amazing, he is an excellent shoulder to lean on, and he knows you about as well as Steve and Bucky. He’s just the best. “What’s all this about? Linda not happy about the arrangement, again?!” You ask, and Ari nods.

“Oh, you know Linda, Daze. Nothing will ever be good enough for her boy.” You sigh and look at Ransom. “This has been going on for 20 minutes,” Ari says. He nods his head in Ransom's direction and then nudges you. You shoo Ari away, and with a kiss on your cheek, he is gone.

Ransom paces the room while still on the phone with Linda. “Mom, if you would listen-“she cuts him off for the hundredth time. Ransom sees you walking closer, and you take the phone from his hand.

“Linda! Hey, I am so sorry, but Ransom is due for a therapy session. He’s gonna have to call you back. Bye!” You hang up the phone and lock it before sliding it into Ransom’s back pocket. “Now that she’s quiet for a bit… you wanna tell me what that was about earlier?” You ask as you cross your arms and look up at Ransom. He smiles and looks you up and down.

“I was just enjoying the view.” He bites his lip, and you lightly laugh.

“Well, I’ll let Steve know that you enjoyed the sight of his ass.” You pat the side of Ransom’s face before you walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back into his arms. He kisses you hard, and you let him have control for a moment. One little moment, and he thinks he got you. Taking his face in your hands and pulling back, you smile.

“Do you not know the meaning of hands-off, Ransom?” You say as you walk away.

“I do, but I’d much rather put my hands all over your body. Even if G.I. Joe and his handler come for me.” Random calls after you.

“Who is the Handler, and who is G.I. Joe?” You ask.

“It’s pretty obvious. Which ones the machine?” Ransom says, trying to get under your skin. Your face doesn’t change, all you say is,

“That was mean, Ransom. And here I was about to tell you to come by my room tomorrow morning, and I’d draw you a nice bath. But I don’t give treats to mean boys.” You turn to walk out of the room. Ransom realizes he messed up.

“Wait, Daze- I-” you turn around to face him. He is conflicted, his brow furrowed, and he seems tongue-tied, like apologizing is entirely new to him cause it is.

“If you can hold your tongue the rest of the day, no mean words, no angry outbursts, and no making fun of the others, then the bedroom door will be unlocked at 8 am. You can come in then. Understand?”

“You got it, Daisy Mae .” He says, trying to regain his sass as he turns and leaves you alone in the living room. He has no idea what’s in store for him tomorrow morning; you thought it all up while cleaning up the flower petals. You can’t wait, and you know he will love it too.

Bucky stands at the basement door and takes a deep breath before twisting the knob and pulling the door open. At the sound of the creaking hinges, Bucky hears chains rattle and scrap along the floor. ‘He’s awake,’ Bucky says to himself as he descends the stairs. He usually sleeps at odd hours, and Bucky can sneak in and be ready and waiting when he wakes.

“Here he comes, the reformed assassin. The Soldier is gone, and here stands the Wolf.” His voice is deep and dark; Bucky can hear the hatred laced in the sound. “Or is the Soldier just hiding in the back of your mind, waiting for the right moment to break free?” A dark laugh slips through the darkness. He walks forward into the dim light hanging from the ceiling. His sick smile is the only thing Bucky can see, “Funny that the Soldier has more teeth than the Wolf.” Bucky flips on the rest of the lights. “Why so many lights, Buck?” He lunges forward, pulling on the chains. “Scared of the darkness?” He laughs and moves back to the wall, and sits down. Bucky doesn’t say a word. “I’m not talking, so if you want to stare at one another all day, that’s fine.” He laughs; it’s tight and sounds mechanical, evil. “I can learn a lot by just observing.” He narrows his gaze and looks over Bucky.

“You don’t have to talk, Cap. I can learn a lot by observing, too.” Bucky sits down and stares at his friend, this alternate version caught by Hydra and twisted into this monster before him. “You can refuse to talk, and you can hurl insults at me, but I’m not giving up on you, Steve,” Bucky says, and Cap laughs again. This time, it’s sad and broken; it actually sounds human.

“Well, you really should.” Cap looks up at the wall across from him; there is a little rectangular window at the very top. He can see red, yellow, and orange leaves on the ground. Cap may detest most things, but he always did have a liking for Autumn. He takes a deep breath; he can almost smell the crisp fall air through the basement walls. He turns his gaze down again and settles on Bucky. “Just like you should give up the hope of getting rid of Winter.” He looks down at his shackled feet, special chains that will hold him. He scoffs to himself and then meets Bucky’s gaze again. “He will always be a part of you.” Bucky doesn’t blink, he doesn’t move, all he does is nod and smile.

“And that’s okay-“

“Yeah yeah yeah…. All is well.” Cap sighs, cutting Bucky off before he can start in on his rousing speech. “Wake me when it’s lunchtime.” Cap closes his eyes and repeats the phrase that has been a constant in his life for the past six months: All is well. He wishes he could believe it, and that thought, that want that he has actually to believe in something? That scares him more than Hydra ever did. Because believing that he is okay and that All is well? Well, that means he has to have hope, and all hope has ever given him is the reality of failure and the bitter taste of blood because someone has to be punished. Hope can kiss his formerly star-spangled ass.

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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TOLERATE IT — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n’s love is tolerated at best, and she wonders what ever happened to her loving boyfriend

warnings: not much dialogue in the beginning?, happy or sad ending depending on the way you look at it, not proofread.

notes: i love writing angst but as a john girlie, this hurt me— but i did this to myself

the page turns, John’s fingers skimming it gently.

his head is dipped low, one leg perched on the other. he’s sat on the other end of the sofa, engrossed in his book; whereas i pay no attention to the movie that plays on the tv, rather watching him instead.

his demeanor is peaceful, and i know better than to actually disturb him. this is some of the only time he gets to relax, and i don’t want to take that away from him. so i sit quietly instead, just enjoying the rare company.

but i can’t help but wish he would actually do something with me. watch a movie, cuddle, talk, anything. instead i’m subjected to medium silence and the sound of paper flipping.

i turn the tv off, rising from the couch, and his eyes flicker up at my movement, but he dismisses it quickly, going back to his book.

“i’m going to bed.” i tell him softly, quietly yearning for him to join me, but instead he just hums in acknowledgment. “are you gonna join me?”

his eyes scan the page for a few more seconds as i stand before him, waiting for his response. finally, he looks up at me properly, shaking his head.

“no, i’m good.”

my heart sinks at his reply, but i nod, “okay.”

i spend my entire bedtime routine hoping that he’ll walk into the room. that maybe he’ll change his mind and for once, we’ll go to bed together; like we did early in our relationship. but when i climb into an empty bed and he’s still in the living room, i have to accept the fact that it’s not happening. that those days are apparently over.

i stir in my sleep, shifting under the weight of an arm draped over my waist, and for a second my heart leaps in my chest, thinking John has decided to cuddle me as i slept. but when i turn under his touch, my eyes fluttering open, i find him asleep. the spooning an unconscious movement, and as soon as it’s started, it’s already over, his arm drawing back as he moves in his slumber to lay on his back.

i settle on my side, resting my head in my hand as i watch the steady rise and fall of his chest in the darkness of the room. the silence piercing as i watch him breathe.

what ever happened to the boy who held me as we slept? the same one who comforted me when people criticized our five year age gap. the one who told me he would do anything to keep me happy.

***

my heart races in my chest as i set the dining table.

the usual plastic plates and cups being replaced for fine china and wine glasses. a singular candle is lit in the middle of the table, next to the steaming pasta that waits to be served. homemade french bread sits beside it, a dish of herb infused butter resting atop of the wood as well.

i spent all day in the kitchen, making everything from scratch. the noodles, the sauce, the bread, the butter, all done today by me. as well as John’s favorite chocolate cake, in which i got the recipe from his mother.

it’s officially our two year anniversary, and i took advantage of the fact that John had practice today and then was going to the gym. i figured a slightly early dinner and then dessert would be a good plan before i gave him his present and then hopefully we would make our way to the bedroom.

but now i sit in my seat at the table, awaiting his return. he had told me he would be home by six, but the clock on the dining room wall displays that it’s a quarter past seven and he still isn’t home.

i’ve stuck the food into the oven to keep warm at this point, but the empty chair across from me and the soft music that floats through the house taunts me.

“alexa, stop the music.” the instrumental cuts off abruptly, tears welling in my eyes at my boyfriends absence.

i’m just about ready to eat by myself and call it an early night when i hear the front door open, footsteps echoing through the house, getting closer and closer. they halt when he reaches the dining room, and i look up to find him standing in the doorway.

his brows are threaded together, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

“you made dinner?” he questions, setting his bag on the ground beside him.

i perk up immediately, disappointing myself with how quickly i’m ready to move past his lateness.

“yeah.” i smile, motioning toward the empty seat. “take a seat, i’ll go grab it out of the oven! i was waiting for you to get home.”

he nods, sitting down as i scurry towards the kitchen. i bring the pasta and bread and butter out one at a time before taking my seat across from him.

i’m on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting his praise for my cooking and the setup, or even just a ‘happy anniversary, baby.’ but it never comes. we eat silently as he scrolls on his phone, and when he finishes his food, he quickly stands to dismiss himself.

“wait!” he stops at my shout, furrowing his brows at me. “i made cake.”

my eyes are soft, silently begging him to stay.

despite the fact that he evidently forgot our anniversary, i’m still eager to please him; vying for his attention and love, the best i can.

he nods, settling back down in his seat.

“dinner, cake, wine, and glass plates?” he laughs, “you were feeling fancy tonight.”

my heart shatters in my chest. even though i know he forgot the date, it still hurts to hear him speak like it’s just another day. proving even further that he doesn’t know how special today is.

“well, yeah, it’s-” i’m so close to reminding him, but then i think of how guilty he’ll feel, and i stop. “it’s just been a good day.”

i plaster a smile on my lipstick covered lips, hoping he’ll buy it; and he does. he gives me a small smile back and i excuse myself to the kitchen, taking a moment to blink back tears before i cut into the cake, setting a slice on a plate and hurrying back to him.

i place the dessert in front of him, before sitting back down, just watching him as he eats. i’m no longer in a cake mood, my appetite gone as i push my still only half eaten pasta around my plate.

“Jack said hi, by the way.” he speaks between bites and i hum.

“that’s nice, i’ll have to text him.” i acknowledge. “i talked to your mom today.”

“you did?”

“yeah, i called her for the cake recipe.” i explain. “she said to tell you to call her.”

maybe she can remind him what day it is, seeing as she remembered it as soon as i called her.

“okay, i’ll call her soon.” he tells me, finishing his last bite before he stands once more.

“anything else, or can i take a shower now?” he asks, as though i’ve inconvenienced him somehow.

“you can shower.” i wait until he’s walking away, heading down the hallway to our room before i speak again, lowly whispering. “happy anniversary.”

i know i deserve better; that my love should be celebrated. i know that i deserve someone who will remember our anniversary; maybe even someone who will get me flowers just because and who will spend time with me and appreciate my love rather than tolerate it, but i love him.

***

i sit backwards, on my knees on a chair in the living room, facing the front door. i wait eagerly, checking the time on my phone religiously.

i know John should be home soon. a week long roadie finally ending with his long awaited return.

it’s half past two in the morning, much later than i normally stay up, but i refuse to let him arrive home without a proper welcoming.

my eyes are half lidded, but excitement still courses through my veins, remembering his three goals and seven assists in this past four games.

i perk up at the sound of the front door unlocking, watching with baited breath as it creaks open. John steps through the doorway, looking exhausted, slipping his shoes off and dropping his roadie bag on the floor.

i squeal excitedly, gaining his attention as i hop off my chair and run straight into his arms.

“welcome home, Johnny!” i cheer, snaking my arms around his neck, and jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

he stiffens for a split-second, letting out an ‘oomph’ before his hands fly to my butt to hold my weight.

“jesus, y/n, warn a guy, would you?” he huffs out a laugh and i lean back to look at his face, expecting a smile but all i see is a blank expression and tired eyes.

i give a sad smile, unwrapping my legs and letting my body slide down his.

suddenly, i feel incredibly insecure, my happy mood diminishing and quickly being replaced by regret.

“you’re right, i’m sorry.” i breathe out, backing away. “i guess i was overly excited.”

i turn quickly in order to keep him from seeing my now glassy eyes, tears threatening to spill as i retreat down the hall to our bedroom.

i don’t expect for him to accompany me, but suddenly i can hear his footsteps behind me, slowly following.

“what was that?” he questions as we reach the bedroom.

i can feel myself reaching my boiling point, choosing to ignore his words as i walk into the en-suite bathroom. i turn the shower water on, but he follows me into the bathroom too.

“y/n.”

y/n. not ‘babe’ or ‘love’. just y/n.

i swallow the lump in my throat before i turn to face him.

“aren’t you gonna go to bed?” i ask in attempt to avoid his question. “you seem tired.”

“aren’t you?” he raises a brow, and i shake my head.

i jab my thumb towards the shower behind me, “i’m gonna shower first.”

“i see that.” he huffs. “what was that? you just walked away from me.”

i sigh, knowing what’s finally coming, and turn to shut off the shower water before facing him again.

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” i walk around him, back into the bedroom, but he’s hot on my heels.

“what?” his hand grips my wrist, spinning me back around to look at him. “what are you talking about?”

“look, if this is all in my head, tell me now.” i start, only confusing him further by the looks of his expression. “but, you don’t love me anymore.”

tell me i’ve got it wrong.

he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he opens them again. “what are you even saying? i’m dating you, aren’t i?”

“are you?” i laugh bitterly, taking a couple steps backwards. “or are you tolerating me?”

“y/n,” he sighs, shaking his head. “you’re tired. and i must’ve upset you somehow, but you’re not making any sense.”

“you don’t appreciate me!” i shout, my hands gesturing wildly in the air.

“i cooked a nice dinner for our anniversary and you were late and forgot the date! and while you’re off playing hockey and winning games, where am i? here! i sit here and polish plates until they gleam and glisten. i clean the house and sit and wait for your return, and then when you do get home, you don’t even seem happy to see me! at all!”

John blinks in surprise at my outburst, his lips parting to speak, but i cut him off before he can get a word out.

“i made you my everything and you don’t even seem to care! i’ve been begging for you to love me again but i’m done! what happened to the man that assured me that my past relationships didn’t define me? the you that actually spent time with me?”

my chest heaves as i regain my breath, watching his expression change from confusion to defensiveness.

“i spend time with you!” he huffs and i roll my eyes.

“no, you sit and you read or you watch games or you do something by yourself on the other side of the couch.” i clarify dejectedly, nearly ready to give up. “you don’t do things with me. and if i try, you wave me off.”

“i just- i don’t understand where this is coming from.” he tells me, and i slump on the end of the bed, furiously wiping away tears that have begun to fall.

“that’s just it. you assume i’m fine with this, because i’ve let it go on for too long. i’ve sat here, and i’ve painted you in the best colors, and i’ve put you on this pedestal. i told myself that if i just did more- if i just did anything you could ever hope for- then we would be fine. that eventually you’ll love me again and you’ll treat me how you used to and we would be happy. but instead i watch you live your life and i’m delegated to the sidelines, begging to be even a minor part of your life. you tolerate me living with you. you tolerate my existence. and you tolerate my love.

“but i’m done. i can’t do it anymore.” my face falls in my hands, sobs wracking my chest.

i’ve finally given up.

John is quiet, but i can hear his feet padding against the floor for a moment, moving farther away before he comes back.

his fingers spread across my thigh, and when i drag my hands away from my face, opening my eyes to look at him, he’s kneeled on the floor in front of me.

“i’m sorry that you feel i don’t love you anymore. i never meant to make you feel like you’re just tolerated in my life. but i promise you, i see you. i do appreciate everything you do for me, and the love that you give me.”

his hand leaves my skin, fumbling with something in his grasp before holding it up.

my heart skips a beat, those butterflies returning in my stomach as my lips part in surprise. my eyes lock in on the diamond ring that sits in the little black velvet box in his hands.

“i promise, you’re not just going tolerated. i love you, and i want you in my life forever.” my gaze flickers up to his face, and i already begin nodding my head. “will you marry me?”

i nod even faster, an excited grin spreading over my lips, and he smiles softly, removing the ring from the box and slipping it onto my outstretched finger.

i admire it for a second, appreciating how right it looks to have a ring on my finger.

this is it.

this is what i did it all for.

what i’ve waited my whole life for.

my hands cup his face, pulling him in to press my lips to his.

“i love you.” i whisper, my lips still burning for his, and in response, he pulls me in for another kiss.

when we finally part, we begin to get ready for bed, effectively ignoring the outburst i just had. and once we climb into bed, i kiss him once more, melting into his touch like i used to.

“i’m sorry, you must be tired. i took up so much of your time tonight, you could’ve been asleep by now.” i mumble, listening to his heartbeat under the weight of my head.

“it’s okay. don’t apologize.” his fingers run through my hair and he turns off his bedside lamp, blanketing the room in darkness. “i love you.”

i fully plan on responding, but amongst the comfort, my eyes have already turned heavy, and speaking feels like too much work. my breathing evens out as i bask in the closeness of this moment.

i love him.

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anotherspnfanfic · 11 months

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Surprise Visits

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 2400

Warnings: seizure, epileptic reader, possible inaccuracies

Summary: Eddie shows up unexpectedly. Reader is glad he did for more than one reason.

A/N: This is only my second time writing for Eddie and last time it was a co-write. I did a whole bunch of research and had some proof reading from the lovely @thatonewriter15 and @muchamusedaboutnothing. Hopefully this is a somewhat accurate representation... 🤞🏻

Trudging up the stairs towards her apartment, she cursed the elevators for being broken. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and sleep for two days. Unfortunately, that was impossible since it was only Wednesday and she had an important meeting first thing in the morning.

Passing the third floor, she considered if she was going to eat before she went to bed. She was starving, but cooking seemed like too much effort and time. Then she considered having something delivered but guessed that would take even longer than cooking. She decided to just eat a spoonful of peanut butter so that she wasn’t battling hunger while trying to fall asleep.

Finally reaching the fifth floor, she exited the stairwell and took the four steps to her door. It was a small victory for climbing the stairs— at least she didn’t have further to go once she got to her floor.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Immediately, she dumped her purse, jacket, and laptop case on the floor beside the door before pulling her shoes off one at a time to drop in the pile.

Rounding the corner into the living room, she gasped. Her favorite scented candle was lit on the coffee table next to several containers of Chinese take-out. Eddie stood from the couch as she approached.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she let herself fall into his embrace.

He pecked a kiss to her temple as he pulled back to look at her. “You sounded a little overwhelmed when you called earlier. So I had Buck take Christopher for the night, and I brought you dinner.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she was overcome with emotions. “I love you. You are the best. I was about to eat some peanut butter because I’m too exhausted to cook or wait for delivery.”

“And let me guess, you’ve barely eaten anything all day?” he chastised.

She shrugged. “I had a bagel for breakfast.”

He pulled her over to sit on the couch. “I’m glad I came then.”

“I’m really glad you did.” She grabbed a fortune cookie while he started to open the other containers. “Are you staying all night?”

He nodded. “I’m all yours. Buck is taking Christopher to the zoo tomorrow.” He dumped some rice on the plates he’d gotten out of the kitchen. “Chicken, beef, or shrimp?”

“Some of each, please.” She set the fortune cookie back down as she stood. ”I’m gonna go change out of these work clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Before Eddie could even finish dishing up the food, she returned in sweats and a shirt she’d stolen from him.

As she sat back down, she picked up and opened the fortune cookie. She pulled out the piece of paper. “‘Life will soon become interesting,’” she read. “I think it’s already plenty interesting.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, where’s the one that says we get a vacation soon?”

He finished adding everything to their plates as she flipped on the television and started an episode of How I Met Your Mother.

They ate in a comfortable silence and had finished before the twenty-minute episode had ended. He set the mostly-empty plates on the table, and she shifted to curl in against his side while he wrapped his arm snugly around her shoulder.

As the credits rolled, he asked, “Bed or another episode?”

She yawned. “One more. I’m probably going to fall asleep, but I’m comfy.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as the TV rolled over into a new episode on its own. “As you wish, mi amor.”

She had just started to doze off when, suddenly, she was overcome with a familiar, distinct, full-body tingling sensation along with intense nausea. She quickly shifted to leaning forward on the edge of her seat. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

Eddie reached out and placed a tentative hand between her shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?”

She stood and moved over to the empty dining room, which she kept devoid of a table and other furniture precisely for this reason. “Seizure,” she stated as calmly as she could before lying down in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Eddie was surprised, but quickly stood. He grabbed a blanket from the recliner and moved to sit beside her. He knew about her epilepsy and the medications she took for it. However, in the eighteen months they’d been dating, she’d never had a seizure. He lifted her head to slide the folded blanket underneath.

She let out a quiet whimper before her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Okay. You’re okay. I got you.” He pulled out his phone, opened the timer, and set it on the floor. He continued to whisper soft reassurances to her and started the timer as soon as she started to seize.

Despite his training and having treated patients with seizures at work, he couldn’t help but notice the way his hands shook as he carefully kept her rolled on her side. “You’re okay,” he repeated, more to reassure himself than anything. He continued to repeat it several more times as he waited for her to stop.

He felt his anxiety spike again as he watched the timer hit four minutes. He thought about what time it was, trying to figure out which shift was manning the 118 currently. He knew if she hit five minutes, he would have to call 9-1-1. As the timer rolled past four and a half minutes, her movements finally began to slow. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed some hair out of her face as she stilled. Next, he used the corner of the blanket to wipe the saliva that had dribbled out.

For his own peace of mind, he checked her pulse, satisfied that it was steady and only slightly tachy. Next, he counted her breaths, ensuring her breathing was also back to normal. Then he sat there, running his fingers gently through her hair, and waited for her to wake.

Finally, after several minutes of anxiously waiting, she groaned.

“Hey, sweetheart. You with me?”

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and looked around for several moments before finally landing on his face. She was clearly confused and still disoriented.

“You’re okay. You just had a seizure,” he explained. “Do you remember feeling it coming on?”

She thought for a minute before finally nodding. Groaning again, she rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her face. “Trash,” she slurred.

Eddie shifted away to grab the trash can sitting in the corner and move it beside her. “Do you want to sit up?”

“Not yet.” She lied there, trying to regain her bearings.

He took her hand in his and ran his thumb softly over her knuckles. “Anything I can do?”

“Mmmm, make the jackhammer in my head stop? And the nausea, too.” She rolled back onto her side before starting to push herself into a sitting position and pulling the trash can between her knees. “This blows.”

Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her temple. “I know. I’m sorry. Do you want something for the headache?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to puke it right back up.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there, taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to clear the nausea. All the while, Eddie rubbed soothing circles across her back. The soreness was already starting to settle in all her muscles. Eventually, she pushed away the trash can and leaned into him.

“Ya know, this isn’t the kind of interesting I was hoping for. Stupid fortune cookie,” she grumbled.

“Me either. You think you’re ready to move?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her gently.

“Yeah.” She nodded. He stood, and she reached a hand out for him. “Help me up?”

Instead of pulling her up, he bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back and easily lifted her. He walked slowly towards her bedroom, cautious of making the nausea worse, then set her gently on the bed. “What do you need?”

“Uh, I will take that Tylenol now. Plus, water and some Advil for in the morning, and the trash can by the bed,” she listed, then, with a pout, added, “Please?”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She laid back into her pillows as she waited for him to return. Next thing she knew, she was peeling her eyes open to find Eddie beside her, rubbing a hand across her head.

“Here, take these and then you can go to sleep.” He handed her the pills and then opened a bottle of water before offering that as well.

Once she’d swallowed them, she took a few deep breaths to clear the flare of nausea. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He pressed another kiss to her hairline.

“As much as seizures suck, it’s really nice having you here to help. I’ve just slept on the floor in there so many times because I just didn’t have the energy to move.”

“I’m glad I was here. I hate that you’ve had to go through that alone.”

“I hate that I have to go through it at all.” She sighed. “And I just broke my longest streak. At least I didn’t try to take a chunk out of my tongue.”

“Ouch.”

She nodded. “Yeah, one time, I had to get stitches from biting it so bad.”

He cringed. “That sounds awful.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “Work is really going to suck tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t.” Eddie argued. ”You’re taking the rest of the week off.”

“I can’t!’ she declared, opening her eyes and leaning forward. “I have too many things to get done and a meeting first thing that we’ve been working toward for three weeks.”

“You just had a seizure,” he pointed out the obvious. “For the first time in, what, two years? And a long one at that. You were about twenty seconds away from a trip to the hospital. You don’t think your stress levels had something to do with this?” His tone was one of frustration, but she could tell he was just worried.

She sighed, knowing he was right. “Maybe.”

Eddie climbed into the other side of the bed and settled nearly in the middle. “So take the long weekend. Just relax and get some rest. Doctor’s orders.”

Shifting to curl into his side, she giggled. “You’re not a doctor.”

He huffed. “Medic’s orders. Is that better? Or I can call a doctor.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Rolling impossibly closer to her, he pressed one more kiss to her forehead. “Good night, mi amor.”

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her alarm clock. She was surprised to find it was nearly ten already. Slowly, she shifted onto her back and turned her head to look at the other side of the bed. She found Eddie sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he noticed she was awake. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore. Which is pretty much what I expected.” She took Eddie’s hand in hers. “And maybe a little grateful that I got to sleep in and I don’t have to get up and go to work.”

He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “You needed it.”

“Oh, shit!” she panicked. “I didn’t call. I missed the meeting. I’m gonna get fired!”

Eddie shushed her. “I called. Just breathe. It’s okay. I called earlier and talked to your boss. He knows you’ll be out today and tomorrow and told me to tell you to take Monday also, if you need to.”

She took a deep breath and let herself relax. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course. How about some breakfast?”

“Mmm. Yes, please.”

Eddie let go of her hand and got up off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared out of the room, and she could hear him moving around her kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a plate and set it on the bed in front of her.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Since when do you make omelettes?”

“Uhh, well, never?” He laughed. “I may have called in reinforcements. Bobby dropped it off earlier. I just reheated it according to his very direct instructions.”

“Eddie! I could have just had some cereal or something. You didn’t need to make him drive over here so early on his day off.” She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand.

“I figured you could use real food. I was going to order delivery, but Bobby offered.”

“Why would he have offered?” She opened Bobby’s contact to send him a thank you text. “Oh. You told him about last night.”

“I couldn’t fall asleep. Then they were all texting in the group thread. So when they asked why I was still up, I told them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have without asking you first.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not like my epilepsy is a secret. They’re your—our— friends. I’m sure I would have told them anyway.”

He nodded. “Okay. Eat and then you can go back to sleep for a bit. If you want.”

She cut a piece off the omelette and ate it. As she chewed, she spoke, “Bobby says we’re invited over there for dinner if I’m feeling up to it. I told him we would let them know a little later today.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She took another bite of her food. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Shaking his head, he explained, “I ate earlier.”

“Oh, right.” She glanced at the clock. “I forgot it was so late already.”

“Anything else I can get for you?”

She contemplated for a moment. “Umm, maybe a glass of apple juice?”

He disappeared from the room with a simple nod.

Soon after he returned, she finished her omelette and he took the plate into the kitchen.

“Did you want to go back to sleep?” he asked.

“How about a shower and then a movie on the couch?” she countered, throwing off the blankets she was still tucked under. As she stood, dizziness flared, causing her to sway slightly before sitting back down.

Eddie was in front of her instantly, steadying her. “How about a bath instead?”

“Sounds perfect.”

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz fanfic #911 fanfic #911 oneshot #hurt/comfort #epileptic reader #seizures

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angelbaby-fics · 6 months

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Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

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Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him.

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work.

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms.

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime.

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket.

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

#little!reader #ransom drysdale x little!reader #ransom x little!reader #ransom drysdale #cg!ransom #cg!ransom drysdale #daddy!ransom #agere fic #chloe's fic #🐣

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watermelonlovershigh · 8 months

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Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.

Sick Daddy /concept/

AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff

{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }

word count- 566

You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.

You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.

Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."

Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."

With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."

Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."

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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.

When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."

Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."

Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"

Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."

Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.

Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.

It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

HI, so this is my first fic and first time writing anything so stay with me lol. I love reading ALL of the wandanat x reader fics on here and I decided that I was gonna try myself. Now I know this isn't great or even good for that matter but it is the start of hopefully a great journey and as time goes on I'll continue to get better fingers crossed. So if you have any tips or feedback please feel free to comment and enjoy. :))

(P.s im dyslexic and grammar isn’t my thing)

Word Count: 960

Warnings: I don't think there are any? maybe religious beliefs but it does not go far in detail. It's really just fluffy.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha surprise you by going to church with you one Sunday.

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It was a Sunday morning when you heard the alarm you set the night before go off. The alarm told you It was time to get up and go to church. As you rolled over to turn the alarm off you realized something. Your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Now I know what you may be thinking. "You're gay and are going to church?" I know that may seem a bit off to some people, but the church is somewhere I've always felt safe. It's where I grew up. Even when I was struggling with my sexuality and homophobia I always felt like I could go to church and feel safe and accepted. It was one of the only places you felt that way besides your girlfriend's arms. Speaking of you still had no idea where they were.

Now it wasn't super early. You weren't one of those people who got up to go to church at the butt crack of dawn. It was only 9 am. That meant Natasha should have been back in bed with you and Wanda from her early morning run by now but she wasn't and you had no idea where Wanda was. You decided to get up and go look for them. You had to get up and get dressed soon anyway so you wouldn’t be late. You listened to see if you heard anyone in the bathroom and you didn’t. So You decided to make your way downstairs.

The closer you got to the stairs you could hear lovers laughing together and the smell of Wanda's pancakes. The sound and the smell put a smile on your face.

You walked down the stairs into the kitchen and before they could see that you were there, you just admired them. Seeing them wrapped up in each other’s arms. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist while Wanda was at the stove making sure the pancakes wouldn’t burn because Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life. You loved seeing them so domestic. You also took note that Natasha wasn't in her normal morning workout clothes and Wanda wasn't wearing the pajamas from the night before. You didn't have much time to think about it though, because your beautiful witch finally noticed you standing there.

She walk’s toward you with a smile on her face and open arms. “Good Morning detka how did you sleep?” she asked. “I slept okay, I woke up to an empty bed though,” you say pouting. Natasha then comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist “Good morning baby” she says with a kiss on your forehead. “I'm sorry you woke up alone, we wanted to make you breakfast and ask you something. Isn't that right wands?’ Wanda looks up at you and nods saying “that is right love.” You notice they're looking at each other the way they do when they have something planned. “ You two are up to something,” you say, giving them a look. “Yes but you will find out after breakfast now let's go eat,” says Wanda.

You all follow Wanda to the dining room table with plates of pancakes in hand, you sit down in the seat you always do with Natasha at the head of the table you to her left and Wanda across from you to her right. While you guys are eating you pay more attention to their outfits. Natasha had on a white dress shirt and black slacks. While Wanda had on about the same thing just with an added suit jacket. They both looked nice you thought but you couldn't help but wonder where they were going dressed like that. You couldn't remember them telling you that they had anything planned this morning. So you decide to ask them. “Hey guys are you going anywhere this morning? You look nice” You see them turn to look at each other with smiles on their faces. Wanda is the one to speak up. “Actually yes detka, we were wondering if we could accompany you today at church?” They both look at you with hopeful glints in their eyes.

Now neither one of them was religious in any kind of way but that didn't stop them from letting you go church at all, you never even really talked about it besides them asking you how it went every time you got home. You never invited them simply because you didn't think that they would want to come, but hearing that they were asking you to come made your heart melt. You loved that they were taking an interest in something that meant so much to you. In something that made you who you are. “Detka '' You hear them say in your midst of awing. You snap out of it and say “Yes, Yes I would love for you to come with me’ ‘But are you sure I know you guys aren't religious like that.” “We are so sure sweet girl, we want to see the place that makes you feel safe and the place that makes you, and that brings that smile to your face every Sunday” Natasha says. Wanda then goes on to say “ yes exactly what Tasha said we want the experience and would love to go with you.” You start to tear up at their words you couldn't believe it. “ You don't know how much this means to me. I love you guys so much " And we love you too,” they both say. You all get up and hug each other so tight with smiles on your faces. You look up at them and say “I thank God every day for the love that we share and I will forever cherish it."

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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Thirteen

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure.

Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve

A/N: Gah! This was a tough one to write! But hopefully it'll be to your satisfaction my dear readers! And yeah, this chapter is gonna cover The Tales of Ba Sing Se but only Iroh's is covered in this. Zuko's will be next don't worry!

For once, Orora was the first one up.

Or at least, the first of the two youngsters.

Iroh's bed mat was empty, she noticed, tiptoeing her way out of the room, not wanting to wake Zuko. He was rather particular about his beauty sleep being disturbed, of course when she had observed so, using the same words, she'd received a cushion to the face.

Alright, so maybe teasing Zuko was fun. Then again it was only revenge since he didn't hold back either.

He'd actually laughed out loud when she had admitted to not understanding the use of a dustpan when she had swept the shop. That was back they had just started to work. Granted his laugh had been more of a HA sound, that was more haughty then playful, she had quickly shut him up by reminding him that there was no need for it where she was from since everything was made of ice.

Besides, just because the both of them had called truce, didn't mean that they were about to stop their arguing. Honestly, most of the time, they were the most interesting part of her day.

Moving to the stove, she picked up the spark rocks, only to stop at the sight of a scroll sitting in the middle of the table. Curious, she picked it up and unfolded it.

Dear Zuko and Orora,

Since there was to be no work today, I decided to spend it by myself. I will be back after sundown, so do not worry about me. Be on guard and stay safe. I expect to return to a clean house, with no broken furniture, and, hopefully, both of you with all your limbs intact.

Love, Uncle.

Smiling to herself, Orora set the letter aside. Honestly, with how much Iroh had to deal with it was good that he had a day off. Enjoy himself perhaps? He did have to work hard to make sure she and Zuko didn't get in trouble, or didn't kill one another.

Humming softly under her breath, she began to prepare breakfast, frowning slightly at the few ingredients that were left in the meager pantry. Deciding to perhaps go shopping later, she continued making breakfast. While normally she would have made something just for herself, she made sure to make some for Zuko as well. The young waterbender had only just put the finishing touches and was pouring some tea when Zuko emerged, tousle-haired, yawning and rubbing his neck from where he had slept wrong.

"Morning!" She greeted, smiling at him. Alright, so she was in a good mood. No work, and shopping later. What more could a girl want?

Zuko made a small sound in reply, probably a greeting back, as he looked around the apartment. "Where's Uncle?" He asked, his voice a little hoarser then usual since he had just woken up. Orora held up the letter. "He said he was taking the day by himself. I'm sure he got tired of us bickering all the time."

Holding up the pot of tea, she gestured for him to sit. "Eat while its still warm. I'm gonna go shopping for some stuff after this, we're almost out of food." Zuko settled onto the futon on the opposite side of the small table they would be sharing.

"You made breakfast?" Usually it was Uncle who made it, since he was the first one up. Orora frowned. "What? You don't think I know how to cook?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Zuko was still looking at the meager yet appetizing bowl of food. "No, but I didn't think you would make breakfast for me. Only Uncle has ever done that."

Her face fell, that all too familiar squeeze in her heart making her nearly clench her chest, but she stopped just in time. Instead her hands tightened around her teacup.

"Spirits Zuko. Why do you have to go and make me sad so early in the day?" She muttered, to which he frowned from where he was already eating his breakfast.

"How is that sad?" It still astounded her how normal Zuko thought it was for people to not care about him. Small things like making him breakfast, or a cup of tea, helping him out with his work at the shop. During those first few days of their truce, when she had offered to help him, he had actually asked her what she wanted him to do in return.

Orora had been stunned to say the least. She assured him that she was doing it simply because she wanted to, a reply that had him frowning in confusion and asking why.

"Just eat your breakfast." She muttered, pointing at the food with her chopsticks and continuing with her own breakfast. "What're your plans for today then?" The girl spoke after a few moments of silence. "Will you actually be going out and enjoying a beautiful day, or are you going to find a dark corner to sulk and brood?"

The scowl he threw at her had her grinning into her cup as she finished up her tea. "I don't do that." He sulked, prompting her to bite her lower lip to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Finishing first, she quickly stood up, giving her utensils a quick wash using her waterbending. "You know its amazing how its the middle of Spring and we haven't had any rain yet." She observed. "I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I can try and waterbend some of the rain to use it as a weapon."

It had been so long since she'd practiced. Orora was actually making plans to go to the Outer Wall and practice at a Lake. One of the patrons at the tea shop had told her about Lake Laogai, maybe she would have a little fun there.

Behind her, Zuko barely heard what she said, his mind focusing on a rather insignificant detail she had just revealed.

Spring.

Mid Spring.

His face fell, his eyes widened, and his hand darted out to grab the letter where it rested on the table. "Wait?! What date is it today?" Zuko, looking around and letting out a frustrated sound when he saw no calendar in sight. Orora turned around, putting her now clean bowl in the small cupboard as she did.

The answer she received pulled an instant reaction from Zuko. His hand flew to his forehead, before sliding down his face as he muttered. "Spirits! How could I forget?!"

She frowned. "Forget what?" It was strange seeing Zuko act like that. Usually he was either annoyed or angry. Though lately even those emotions had been few and far in-between. Sighing deeply, the young Prince removed his hand from his face, gripping the letter with the other as he replied.

"Its............today's Lu Ten's birthday." He muttered. An aching sadness clenched his heart as memories of his beloved cousin rose tot he forefront of his mind.

Orora blinked. "Who's Lu Ten?" She asked, wandering what kind of person would have Zuko reacting in such a manner. Another sigh, before his gaze lifted to meet her's

"Lu Ten is......was my cousin. Uncle's son."

The way he spoke, the sadness in his very expression and eyes had a sickening feeling settle in her chest. And her suspicions were confirmed true when he spoke the next few words.

"He died a few years ago. While he and Uncle were trying to conquer Ba Sing Se."

A startled gasp fell from her lips, a hand rising to cover her mouth as her eyes darted to the letter he still held. "Oh my Spirits, I didn't....you never......he didn't tell........"

Zuko shook his head, putting the letter on the table. "He doesn't like to talk about it. Its still painful for him." The young girl gave a small nod. "I get it, its never easy to loose a loved one. And its never easy for a parent to loose a child."

Silence fell between them, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Orora's were filled with the smiling visage of her Master, and how, despite the tremendous loss he had faced, he was always smiling, ready with the right words of wisdom, not to mention how kind he was.

Zuko was lost in his own memories of his cousin. While he had never been close to Azula, Lu Ten, despite the age difference, had been more of a sibling to him then she had. He had always been ready to play with him, show him a new firebending move.

Orora finally glanced up at Zuko, her expression soft. Clearly the day was just as hard for Zuko as it probably was for Iroh. What should've been a day of celebration, would be a day of mourning for both of them.

Suddenly an idea began to form in her mind, one that could either work out really well, or would go wrong. She hoped it would be the former.

Standing up, the girl quickly made her way over to the small wardrobe where she kept her shopping bag. Slinging both it and her water satchel over her shoulder, she made sure she had enough money before moving to stand beside Zuko.

He hadn't even moved from his spot, opting to simply stare at the wall in front of him, his half-eaten food now cold on the table. Reaching out she rested a hand on his shoulder, an act that he barely acknowledged, other then the slight tenseness in his shoulders.

"Why don't you stay at home today, I'll be back in a couple of hours. I can shop alone."

Receiving no response, and really she hadn't been expecting one, the young waterbender rose to her feet, and with one final glance in his direction, she slipped out of the apartment.

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Slumping onto one of the many benches littered in the shopping market, Orora wiped her brow as she dropped the food she had bought in the last half hour, next to her. Once she had caught her breath, the young girl did a mental headcount of everything she had bought so far. She had splurged a little to get a few ingredients they normally wouldn't buy, but for her plan to work, all of her purchase was crucial.

Digging into one of the bags, she brought out a moon peach, a fruit she had grown quite fond of since coming to Ba Sing Se. Munching on her snack, she took a few minutes to catch her breath before she was to make the trek back home.

It was amazing how people were going about their lives, as if nothing was happening beyond the borders of their Walls. Then again, maybe for them nothing was going on. The were safe in here. And were so used to it that they didn't think the Fire Nation could reach them.

She hoped it would remain that way.

Finishing the fruit, she quickly stood, pursing her lips as she tried to figure out how she would carry all her purchase home.

She was so lost in her contemplation that she barely felt a familiar figure walk up to stand next to her.

"You've been staring for so long people are actually starting to point at you." That all too familiar husky voice cut through her thoughts, prompting her to turn in his direction.

"Zuko! What're you doing here? I thought you were back home?" He remained silent, cutting quite the imposing figure with his swords at his side and the serious expression on his face. Then it occurred to her. "Have you been following me?" She asked, her tone sounding more then a little accusatory as she glared at him. Zuko glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"Following you and keeping you safe from a distance are two different things Orora." He stated. Ice blue eyes blinked at him disbelief. She stared at him long enough for him to grow uncomfortable.

"What?" He demanded sounding defensive, prompting Orora to give him a bright smile. "Awww, Zuko, were you worried about me?" She all but cooed, her tone teasing, albeit carrying a pleasing undertone. A bright blush spread across the Prince's cheeks, prompting her smile to grow even wider.

If that was even possible.

"Uncle asked me to keep an eye on you in the city." He quickly stated, pinning it all on his absent Uncle.

She couldn't help it.

A warm bubble of affection for the scowling, annoyed, flustered looking Prince prompted her to throw her arms around his shoulders.

And while Zuko's entire being froze, his golden eyes widening in disbelief, Orora allowed herself those few seconds of embrace to enjoy the presence of another person. She'd barely gotten any expressions of affection as a child, and she was intent on not passing up any chance to showcase her affection for her new family. Once Iroh returned, he would be getting a hug from her as well. For now, not wanting Zuko to combust into flames from embarrassment, she simply let out a small laugh. "You're a big old softie Zuko, and you know it." She stated as she pulled back. He was staring at her as if she had grown a second head.

Smiling to herself, the young waterbender quickly turned around and hefting one of the heavier bags, pushed it into Zuko's hands. He fumbled with it briefly, still a little lost at what had just happened, but he adjusted quickly.

"Now, come on! We have a lot of work to do if we want everything to be ready for tonight." She stated before gathering the rest of the bags and starting the walk back home.

Zuko, having regained his normal thought process, started after her. "Wait! Ready for what?!" He called out, his embarrassment ebbing away to be replaced by a sense of elation and tranquility.

All because Orora had hugged him.

Between the both of them, their string flickered again, though neither of then noticed.

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"Remind me again, how I got roped into doing this with you?"

"Because I threatened to ice you to the wall if you didn't help."

"Argh, I can't believe I'm being reduced to helping you."

"Its called doing something nice for someone Zuko. Now get back to your task. You still have to peel the carrots after this."

An annoyed huff was her only response, but Orora didn't pay any mind to it as she continued to cut the many fruits she had bought.

On their trip home, she had told Zuko of her plan. One that included making delicious food, all ready and waiting for Iroh whenever he would come back, to celebrate Lu Ten's birthday.

Zuko had tried to protest, but had shut up, when she had reasoned that since Iroh had spent the entire day by himself, he would love a little dinner to celebrate the life his son had lived.

As short as it may have been.

Glancing at Orora out of the corner of his eyes, something he noticed he did quite a lot, Zuko couldn't help but be envious of her. He would never have thought of coming up with an idea like that, let alone have the common sense to pull it off. Sure he was a good strategist and all, and could come up with a plan of escape or evasion when the situation called for it, but it would seem Orora had the upper hand when it came to dealing with people in a more compassionate way.

Almost as if they were two halves of a whole.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the dough she had ordered him to knead. So far all he had managed to do was get himself covered in flour, and his fingers sticky. He made a face, pulling his hand away and watching the dough stretch as he did. "How long do I have to knead it for?" He asked. "You can stop once its smooth." She replied, not bothering to take her eyes away from her cutting.

As he began to knead the dough once more, he couldn't help but ask. "So, how does the daughter of a noble know how to cook?" It was a little strange for him since back at the Fire Nation, daughters of noblemen didn't learn to do so. Instead they hired servants to cook for them.

"Well like I've told you, my father believed a woman's place was at home. And while I hated the endless sewing that was of no use, as well as the etiquette lessons, I did enjoy learning how to cook."

Indeed, the way she had taken charge of preparing everything and ordering him about, anyone would think she had done this before. Even her tea making skills had been alright before Uncle had begun teaching her. Now she brewed tea just as well as his Uncle. Though he would never tell the old man that for fear of breaking his heart. He still fancied himself the best tea maker in the world.

Thankfully, the dough had started to attain a more normal shape and texture. It wasn't sticking to his fingers much, and was becoming soft and pliable. "Is that enough kneading?" He asked over his shoulder, accidentally swiping at his forehead.

Putting her knife down she quickly walked over, eyes assessing the now perfect dough. "Looks good, now start on the carrots." Her eyes shifted from the dough to his face.

A small giggle fell from her lips, one that promptly turned into a full laugh that had her clapping her hand over her mouth and her shoulders to shake.

Zuko frowned. "What?" He asked, looking bemused. Not bothering to answer, and still smiling from ear to ear, the girl grasped his shoulders and turned him in the direction of the small mirror Iroh had installed just beside the front door.

He was truly a sight to behold.

And not in a good way.

Somehow, he had managed to get flour in his hair, and on his cheek. That was nothing to say of the sticky dough that hung from his hair where he had wiped his hand not even a few moments ago.

"Why don't you go wash yourself up before the next task?" Orora offered, patting him gently on the back in a reassuring manner, though she was still laughing softly. He just looked so utterly ridiculous like that.

Normally, Zuko would be embarrassed at such a state, but something about the way Orora's carefree laughter followed him to the wash basin, where he quickly scrubbed his face clean, he found he didn't mind looking like that.

Not when it made Orora laugh like he had never heard her laugh before.

Maybe Orora was right. Maybe he was getting soft.

Or maybe, he was allowing himself to accept her as a friend and letting himself not be defensive around her like he normally was with people.

It wasn't long before almost everything was cooking away on the stoves. "You know its convenient to have a firebender around while you're cooking." Orora mused as she came to sit down beside Zuko where he was struggling to make dumplings. "Why do you say that?" He asked, making a dejected face at the lumpy dumpling he had made.

She smiled, as she began to create her own dumpling with practiced ease, though she did go a little slower so that Zuko could pick up on her steps and follow suit. "Because I can always ask you to lower the intensity of the flame, or increase it without having to struggle with the wood and smoke."

He gave her a look, though he did wave his hand and the fire beneath the stove lessened in intensity. Orora grinned at him, while he allowed himself a smile in return as well.

The both of them continued to make dumplings in a companionable silence for a few minutes.

"Were you close to your cousin?" Orora asked, her curiosity getting the best of her as she glanced at Zuko. "Well, I was more close to him then Azula, so yeah, I guess I was." He responded after a brief moment of hesitation.

Suddenly he smiled. "He was actually the one who gave me my first set of Dao Swords. It was just before he left with Uncle to the war front. Told me he expected to train with me once he returned." Placing another dumpling on the plate, he shrugged. "That last part didn't happen, but I did get really good at it."

She nodded in agreement, smiling softly at him. "Well from what I've seen, you are good." He sounded so proud and eager about his accomplishment. "I'm sure he would be proud of the person you've become." Finishing the last of her dumpling and setting it in the steamer she waited for him to finish up before putting it on the pot of water she had bubbling away to start the steaming process.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up. Its just the dessert left so I'll finish up." Nodding, he walked off to the next room, eager to get out of his flour covered clothes. Humming to herself, Orora quickly fixed up the final touches on her dessert. A little treat with a little help from her bending when the time would come. For now though she simply prepped everything before moving to check on the rest of the dishes. It was nearing sunset now, and hopefully Iroh would be returning soon.

Zuko came out after ten minutes, looking much cleaner in his new green Earth Kingdom clothes. Iroh had insisted they buy nicer clothes for some formal engagement they might have. The two teenagers had been a little skeptical at first, and while Zuko had to be convinced to buy new clothes, he still didn't like the colors, Orora had been quick to pick out a rather pretty light green robe for herself.

"Just keep an eye on the dumplings, and set out the table." She instructed, walking past him. Zuko rolled his eyes at her slightly bossy nature, though he did move to obey her.

Once the table was set, he moved to check on the food. The small apartment smelled amazing, and he couldn't wait to actually start eating. Though when he checked on the broth for the noodles, he did decide to do a little taste test.

Picking up a spoon he scooped up some of the broth. It tasted good, just needed a little more spice.

Spotting the container that held the red flakes, he quickly unscrewed the lid and dropped in a couple spoons. Waiting a couple of minutes to allow the spices to dissolve properly, he tasted it again.

Still a little too bland for his liking. And Uncle's too, he was sure.

So he added another spoonful.

And this time, it was perfect.

Nodding in satisfaction, he allowed himself one more taste of the broth before being startled by Orora. "Zuko!" He quickly put the spoon down, pivoting on his heel, and raising his hands as if to defend himself. "I was only tasting!"

Orora frowned from where she stood. "You just had a couple of fruits, leave some room in your stomach for the actual food." She scolded, reaching up to push her blue dragon hair comb back in place behind her head to keep her hair away from her face.

It was then that Zuko noticed what she was wearing. A long light green robe, that was tied around her waist with a satin sash. The edges of the robe was a lighter green, the same shade as the sash. Her sleeves were snug along her arms. The entire dress was covered in swirling deigns in gold as well as the darkest shade of green.

As she straightened the neckline of her dress, he briefly wandered how she would look were she to wear the clothes of his nation.

He couldn't help but look at her now, he would certainly not be able to look away if she ever wore red. Shaking his head to push away the thoughts, he moved to put the finishing touches on his table set-up. And only turned around in time to see her lifting the same spoon he had been using to give the broth a taste.

His eyes widened. "No, Orora! Wait!"

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Iroh had seen many strange things over the course of his life. But nothing could prepare him for the scene that greeted him when he opened to door to his home.

There was his pupil, fanning her hands with her tongue hanging out, while his nephew was laughing his head off. A strange but not at all unwelcome sight since he had not heard his nephew laugh like that in a long time.

"I wilth kilth thu Thuko!" Came Orora's voice, slightly distorted since she had her tongue hanging out. Her words only caused Zuko to laugh that much harder, clutching his stomach and nearly staggering where he stood. Still fanning her tongue, Iroh watched as his young pupil quickly picked up the entire bucket of their drinking water and empty it completely.

Granted it was not even half full, but still that was a lot of water.

Once done, Orora set the bucket aside and touched her still tingling lips. "Spirits Zuko! Why'd you go and make it so spicy?!" She demanded of his nephew who was grinning from ear to ear. "Because it's how Uncle and I like it."

The young girl only huffed. "Yeah well that spice level nearly had me breathing fire. You're gonna burn your own tongue off if you're not careful."

Picking up the now empty bucket, she chucked it in his direction, which he caught.

It was then that Zuko realized his Uncle was back. Orora, too, caught sight of him standing in the doorway just then. Despite the sadness that he had felt the entire day, coming home to this, to both of them, lightened his heart more then he had thought possible.

"Mind telling me what is going on?" He asked.

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The small table was laden with all the food the two teenagers, coughOroracough, had prepared throughout the day. There were fresh dumplings, steaming roast duck, udon noodles, a fruit platter and a selection of vegetables to top the noodles with.

Iroh was frowning in amusement from his seat of honor at the head of the table, as he watched Zuko settle on his right and Orora on his left, on either sides of the table.

Clearing her throat, Orora lifted her gaze to meet her Teacher's. "Zuko, told me what today was." She finally revealed. Iroh glanced briefly in his nephew's direction. "I suppose you would've known eventually, given how close we have gotten over the past few months."

Orora smiled at his words before continuing. "And I know that its a very sad day, but I thought that perhaps we should also celebrate today together. In honor of your son's memory. I'm sure he would not want to see you sad." She couldn't help but reach out and place her hand atop Iroh's.

"I....I hope you do not find our efforts offending in anyway."

She truly looked and felt nervous as she waited for her Teacher to react. Zuko looked at his Uncle and saw the reaction before it came. Iroh gently gripped Orora's hand in both his own and, despite the tears in his eyes, he smiled.

"You have too kind and pure a heart for this world, my dear." He said, his voice laced with emotion. "You have truly been a bright light in our lives since you have come." And though he could never have voiced it like his Uncle had, Zuko did give a small nod of agreement when Orora's blue eyes flitted in his direction.

As if seeking confirmation and reassurance.

She smiled back, wiping away the tears that escaped her with the back of her hand. Reaching into the bag he had taken with him for the day, Iroh pulled out the portrait he had of his son. "Place it on the futon Zuko." He tasked his nephew, who quickly obeyed, setting the portrait so that it would take up the final place at the table.

"Before we begin, I would like to propose a toast." Iroh stated, raising his glass of tea. Orora and Zuko gripped theirs as well, after the former had poured a cup for Lu Ten's portrait.

"A toast to my beloved son, in honor of his birthday." Iroh stated, a sad yet proud smile on his lips as he gazed at his son's portrait.

"A toast to Zuko." He turned the cup to his nephew, who looked a little startled to being addressed like that. "For always remaining vigilant and keeping us all safe, for it is his nature to protect." Orora smiled brightly at the flustered Prince.

"A toast to Orora, for showing my nephew and I the compassion we sorely needed, trusting us when no one else would and making us smile again." A please blush crept across her tanned cheeks as she laughed shyly.

"And to myself." Iroh raised his free hand to press against his chest. "For being the best tea maker in all of Ba Sing Se." He stated in a jovial tone. Zuko shook his head, an affectionate look on his face as he regarded his Uncle. "And for getting us safely to Ba Sing Se." The Prince added. "And for always being ready with a word of wisdom to help the both of us out whenever we need it." Orora beamed.

Their cups held aloft, they toasted one last time before drinking the warm beverage. "Now let us eat."

It was truly a night to remember. With easy conversation and stories shared between the three of them. The highlight of the evening had to be the food, though when Orora brought out dessert it overshadowed everything else.

Using her waterbending abilities, she was able to use the cream and milk to create ice cream. Iroh decided to use jasmine tea as his flavor, while Zuko opted for cherries from the fruit platter. Orora herself added strawberries to her own. She even put on a little show by creating small ice sculptures of different animals and having them move around. Zuko added to the fun by creating small fire obstacles she had to maneuver her ice animals through without melting them.

That was a night none of them would be forgetting for a long long time.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 9 months

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Hi, could you write something about a Villain taking care of a Hero with pneumonia?

Hi Anon! Sure I can! Thanks for your patience while I got around to this, and for requesting it! Here you go!

“Come on, you need to take your medicine,” Villain coaxed.

Hero’s breaths came in short little gasps, a sheen of sweat coated their forehead, and their eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“You probably can’t even tell I’m here,” Villain sighed.

Without warning, Villain sat Hero up against the pillows, eliciting a heart-breaking whine from the incapacitated crime-fighter. Villain poured some medicine onto a spoon and pushed it past Hero’s lips.

“Mmmf?” Hero mumbled with a grimace.

“Swallow for me,” Villain said, “you can do it.”

Hero held the medicine in their mouth for a few moments, then eventually acquiesced and swallowed the bitter liquid. Villain let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m gonna take your temperature now,” Villain said, “hopefully the fever’s gone down some.”

Villain pulled out a thermometer and gently shoved it in Hero’s mouth. After a few moments, a loud beeping broke the silence. Villain pulled the thermometer out and their face fell as they read the number.

“Not much better,” they muttered, “I might need to take you to a hospital.”

Just the one word was enough to bring Hero back to some semblance of lucidity.

“N-no!” they said weakly, “no hospital!”

“Hero, I know you have a thing about hospitals,” Villain reasoned, “but this is serious. If your fever gets much higher, you’re not coming back from this.”

“You s-said you’d take care of me,” Hero pleaded, “please, Villain, no hospital.”

Villain looked at Hero’s pitiful expression. They groaned loudly.

“Alright,” Villain conceded, “but I swear, if your temperature goes up by so much as a decimal of a degree, I’m taking you to the hospital. No arguments. Deal?”

Hero sniffled and nodded. They suddenly lurched forward as they let out a string of wet coughs. Villain rubbed their back soothingly. Hero fell back against the pillows, blinking slowly as though their eyelids were made of lead. Villain adjusted Hero’s covers and left the room so they could rest.

…

Villain entered Hero’s room with a tray in hand. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a tall glass of water with a straw. The sound of whimpering made Villain practically run to Hero’s bedside. They set the tray down and caught sight of Hero tossing and turning in their sleep.

“N-no,” they mumbled.

Their fever-addled mind had conjured up some sort of nightmare, Villain guessed. Villain shook Hero a few times to wake them.

“Stop it!” Hero cried in their sleep.

“Hero, it’s me,” Villain said, “you’re alright. It’s just a dream.”

Hero’s eyes flew open, and they screamed, bolting upright in bed. Their wide eyes darted around the room until they fell on Villain. They hugged Villain as tight as their weakened state would allow.

“Shhh, you’re alright, you’re alright,” Villain soothed, carding a hand through Hero’s sweat-dampened hair.

“I-I- it was so real,” Hero muttered.

“I know,” Villain said softly, “it’s over now, okay? It’s all over.”

Villain adjusted the pillows and sat Hero up against them. They set the tray of food in Hero’s lap.

“I need you to eat,” Villain said, “you need fluids.”

Hero nodded. They tried to lift the spoon, but their hand was shaking, and their grip was so weak that it fell back down on the tray with a clatter.

“It’s okay,” Villain said quickly, seeing the tears form in Hero’s eyes, “let me.”

Villain quietly fed Hero small spoonfuls of the soup. Once or twice Hero reached for the water, so Villain held it steady for them to drink. Once the bowl was empty, Villain set the tray back on the nightstand.

“Thank you, Villain,” Hero said quietly.

The corner of Villain’s mouth curled up into a small smile.

“Of course, Hero,” they said.

It would be another week before Hero fully recovered, and Villain was there every step of the way.

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KNY with a sick s/o [Hashira edition]

Pairings: Hashira (minus Gyomei because idk) x Gn!reader

Warning: mention of sickness and throwing up

Music to play..! (Lmao, I know no one is gonna listen, but it feels so satisfying for some reason)

¡..Author note..!

Lmao, sorry guys, its been a while since I wrote anything, I had no motivation and zero ideas, I've been getting dms suggesting ideas, and I wanna say thank you, and here I am, writing some headcanons. <3 This is a special writing for someone, and I figured out this may help someone. Jamie, if you are reading this, I hope you get better<3

▪︎Drink water

"If you don't drink water you didn't drink water."

-Leisel

Tomioka Giyuu

When he first saw that you felt sick, he asked you to stay in bed until he figures out exactly what happened

He panicked at first, what if you were dying or something?? (Poor baby)

He would bring you some water at first

When you felt nauseous, he ran straight to bring a bucket and just sat next to you waiting for you to throw up

He'd cook for you something to eat to make you feel better

When you still didn't get better, he called for Shinobu

When she came, she told you to stay in bed for several days, and do nothing at all (Princess treatment at its finest)

Giyuu did as Shinobu said and he kept you company for the next week

He didn't feel disgusting, he just stayed by your side as you always do

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, you rest, I don't want you to get more sick. Just stay in bed sweetheart and everything is going to be alright."

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Shinazugawa Sanemi

This mf thought you were up to some sort of prank at first

But when he noticed you are not as energetic as usual, he became seriously worried

He'd force you to lay down (gently of course)

He'll just stare at you while he asks you what are you feeling and you will stare back before answering

He'll directly ask for Shinobu (he doesn't want to risk it)

Shinobu will have to reassure him like ten times that you are going to be alright (lmao he's so worried fr)

He'll forbid you for doing anything, just stay in your room and stare at the ceiling (interesting, right?)

He'll bring you everything you want to eat, he is wiling to cook some Ohagi if you asked him to

He'll definitely stay by your side

When you want o throw up, he'll just pat your back as you do your thing, he's not sure what to do, so he's just there

"Stay in bed and don't move, you got it? Do you need anything to eat or drink? Idiot, I'll cook some Ohagi, do you want some?"

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Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu is sorta a doctor her self, so she'll notice directly when you feel sick

She'll observe you to make sure what are you suffering from

Shinobu would be relieved when she finds out its nothing serious, but she'd still ask you to lay down

She'll make sure that you take all your medicines

If you didn't like how the medicine tastes like, she'll offer to feed you herself, or she'll add some honey

She'll encourage you while you throw up, telling you that you are doing great until now, and that it is necessary for you to do so

She'll hug before tucking you to bed

"Now, now, it doesn't taste that bad does it? Here, I'll add some honey, hopefully it will taste better like this. Go to sleep darling, it's getting late, and sleep is necessary for you to get better."

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Tokito Muichiro

He probably won't notice directly

He figured out you were sick when he asked you to go on a walk with him

He'll ask you if you are ok, but when he sees that you are coughing, he'll pay Shinobu a visit

Muichiro will stay with you at the Butterfly Estate while you are getting well

He'll tell you about all the clouds he saw and these stuff

When you feel like throwing up, he'll give you the bucket and just say that you can do it

He's not sure what to do in that case, so he'll call Shinobu

He'll probably tell you about his missions and stuff

"Oh, are you sick? I see.. Then you better stay with Shinobu, I want you to get well, not worse. I saw a cloud that reminded me of you, I wish you were there to see it with me.."

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Kanroji Mitsuri

She noticed that you are sick from the tone of your voice, since you were always cheerful

She'll ask you to stay in bed while she call for Shinobu

Shinobu will assure her that you are going to get well soon, and that you caught some cold

She'll be relieved, but she'd still take care of you

Mitsuri would feed you and tell you stories

When you need to throw up, she'll hold your hand while you do so, and she'll pat your back gently

She'll probably kiss you on your cheek before tucking you to bed

She knows she might catch your cold as well, but there is no way in hell She'll cancel a kiss for that

"Honey, you don't seem alright! Here, stay in bed while I call for Shinobu, I won't be late, I promise! Hehe!~ You seem to get better, alright, you need some sleep, Muah, goodnight <3"

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Iguro Obanai

Obanai would notice directly, but he won't point it out, since be doesn't really know what to do

When start to feel more dizzy and nauseous, he felt bad (lmao) and he finally pointed it out

He'll walk you to the Butterfly Estate and then stay behind the door

He'll pretend to leave but he won't, he's too worried to do so

Unlike the others, Shinobu will do most of the work

Obanai surely wants to stay by your side, but he doesn't know what to do, but he doesn't want you to feel that he doesn't love you

Shinobu would finally convince him that visiting you will be enough

So he started to visit you thrice a day and tell you that you will hopefully get will soon

Even though you feel happy by his gesture, he doesn't think that it's enough

He'll bring you flowers on every single visit

When you want to throw up, he'll just call for Shinobu, and she'll take care of you, he felt bad a again

But you let him know that you appreciate him being by your side

"You look sick, let's go to Shinobu. Are you feeling alright? Here are some flowers to, uh, cheer you up? Get well soon."

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Rengoku Kyojuro

He'll notice immediately, and he'll place his hand on your shoulder while asking you if you are ok

"Hey, are you ok?"

He'll probably hold you hand while walking you to the Butterfly Estate, reassuring you that you are going to be alright

He'll wait for Shinobu while sitting beside you

When Shinobu came, he just told her that you are not feeling well

She checked on you and said its nothing serious

Rengoku was extremely relieved

He asked you if you could stay with Shinobu to get well soon, and you agreed

He brings you food every day and he sits on the chair beside your bed as he eats with you

His brother will visit too, so basically the whole gang will be there-

He'll tell you that he believes that you can get better

When you feel like throwing up, he'll hand you the bucket and turn around, he'll call Shinobu too

If the medicine tastes bad, he'll encourage you

"C'mon, I'm sure Shinobu will help you! GET WELL SOON! I believe in you. Hey, I'm sure the medicine doesn't taste THAT bad, right?"

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Tengen Uzui

"What's wrong y/n? You don't look very flamboyant today."

I'm sure he'll say that the moment he sees you

When you tell him you don't feel very well, he'll ask you if his wives could take care of you, I mean why not?

Hina, Makio and Suma will sure be happy to take care of you as well

They'll feed you, make sure you take all your medicines

You didn't need Shinobu that much, but she visited anyway to make sure

Uzui would check on you every day to make sure that you are still doing well

Hina would tell you stories as Makio and Suma help you take your medicines, and Uzui will be telling you how flamboyant you look (😭)

When you feel like throwing up, he'll help you outside to do so, saying that you need to be flamboyant, so you have to do so

"Ah, I'm sure my wives will be more than happy to serve you! C'mon, don't be shy, they don't mind Though! You'll get better soon, I promise."

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¡..Final Note..!

Lmao, poor Shinobu😭 Here is why I didn't write for Gyomei: I don't really like him that much. And I am too lazy to do so. Gyomei is hard to write (my opinion). And I'm not sure he has that amount of fans😭

Anyway, I hope you liked it, I made it on rush, so, if I missed any points, I'll be more than happy with your feedback! <3

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