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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 144

warnings: dual pov, and a quick nsfw moment hmh masterlist

One…two…three...four sneezes in a row is all it took for me to know that Ronan had a cold. She’s sitting in front of me on her play-mat with some toys, but she keeps sneezing and coughing, which is making her very fussy. On top of her being sick, she’s incredibly frustrated about not being able to crawl yet. She’ll just lay on her tummy and kick her legs--it’s pretty cute.

Y/N has just finished up in the shower and is now almost done getting ready, then we’ll be heading off to take Ronan to the doctor to make sure she is okay and to hopefully get some medicine or something for her. She’s not showing any worrisome signs but we just want to be on the safe side anyway. If it were me, I’d just sleep it off over the weekend and drink a ton of orange juice, but this is our baby, so we can never be too safe.

Last night when we first noticed that Ronan wasn’t herself, I…might have had a moment that Y/N would refer to as a ‘freak out’. I try to always keep my emotions in line, but it’s my daughter--I struggle. I wanted to take Ronan to the hospital right that minute, but Y/N calmed me down and said we’d go in the morning. She was worried too, but not like I was. Not that she’s not as good as a parent or something, but I just haven’t dealt with this stuff before. Y/N is so much better at this than me. I hope she knows that.

Ronan reaches out for me, whining for a moment until it turns into full on sobs. I reach down for her and get a tissue to wipe the snot from under her nose, then I kiss her warm forehead and bounce her a little.

“Sorry! I’m coming! I’m coming, baby!” Y/N says as she hurries down the stairs, “Sorry, I didn’t even do my hair or anything. I just put on some clothes.”

I look over at her as she runs her fingers through her wet hair and pushes it back, and I blink a few times as she talks but I don’t hear anything coming out of her mouth because I’m absolutely stunned by how beautiful this woman is. She looks at me and raises her eyebrows, then she waves her hand as she laughs.

“You good?”

I clear my throat as I nod, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I just…sorry.”

Y/N laughs again, “You’re being weird. You’re not sick, are you?”

“No,” I stand up and hold Ronan tight as I walk over to her, “You’re just so beautiful, baby.”

“Oh, whatever,” she laughs loudly as she playfully slaps her hand against my stomach. “Is she ready?”

I nod as I look down at Ronan, then I reach over for her bag, “Yeah, we’re all ready.”

Sighing loudly, Y/N runs her fingers through her hair again, twisting it at the ends onto her right shoulder, then she rubs her hands over her face. I already know she’s worried about what everyone would think of her when she walks in fresh faced with wet hair, but all I see is a mom in a hurry. Moms in Mill Neck can be a little judgemental.

“You look fine, mouse.” I whisper, and she looks up at me, “You look beautiful.”

“I’m just…” she shakes her head and grabs her backpack from me to put on, “Is everything in here? My wallet?”

I nod, “Yeah.”

“Let’s head out.” she says, and I reach for her hand to calm her down a bit as we head to the door. She looks over at Ronan and reaches up to fix her jacket, then she puts a stocking cap on Ronan, which she’ll just pull off once she’s in the car, but it’s a little chilly this morning. Y/N sighs again, looking at me for a moment, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so stressed out.”

“I know,” I reach over and rub her back, “She’s gonna be okay. She’s just got a cold.”

Y/N nods as she sniffles, then she looks at me, “I’m not crying. I think…um, I think I’m getting sick now.”

“Well, I can take her…” I suggest, pointing at the couch, “You can just lay down and get some rest.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” she says, looking at me with big sad eyes, “I don’t want to leave her.”

I nod as I lean down to kiss her forehead, “Well, we’ll make this a quick trip then. Maybe I can stop off at the grocery store on the way home and pick up some stuff for my girls.”

“Yeah,” she says softly as she clings to my arm. She’s definitely getting sick, I can hear it in her voice. She sounds cute. “That’s a good idea.”

Opening the door, I watch as she walks through it and over to the car parked in the driveway, then she opens the door and waits for me to get Ronan in her car seat before she walks over and gets in the passenger side.

Ronan is already fussing when I get in the car since I’ve put her down, but she’ll be fine for the fifteen minute drive to the doctor’s office. Both my girls get super clingy when they’re not feeling good; I love it. Most people would hate it, but I certainly don’t. I’m already looking forward to laying on the couch with them.

“I know, baby.” Y/N whispers, her nose getting stuffier by the minute. She puts her arm up and sneezes into the crook of her elbow, then she looks at me when I smile, “What?”

“You have a cute sneeze.” I say, backing out of the driveway as she laughs.

Y/N looks over at Tess’ house and sighs a little, “I miss Tess.”

“I know you do.” I reach over and put my hand on her leg, “She’ll be home soon.”

Jimmy and Tess took an early anniversary trip this year and left Finn with Jimmy’s parents. They’ve been gone for about a week now, but from the sounds of it, they want to stay a few more days. They’re in Spain, so I certainly don’t blame them. But my poor peach is really missing her sister.

“She texted me last night and said they’re staying two more days. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they never come home,” she says, and we both laugh a little. “I’m glad she’s having fun.”

I nod, “Yeah, Jimmy was so excited when we got everything planned out to go.”

“They deserve some alone time too,” she says, and I nod, “We know how important it is for us, so it’s nice that they get some alone time.”

I’m quiet for a moment before I glance at her, “Think she’ll come home pregnant?”

“Hell no,” she laughs loudly, which causes her to cough a little. She clears her throat and shakes her head, “No, definitely not. She doesn’t want another baby yet. She says that they want more kids, but she’s scared to have more. I completely understand that though. It’s just been the three of them for a while now. Finn will be two in July, so I can see them starting to try after that, but I know she’s just scared for things to change.”

Turning down the street, I head to the doctor’s office and sit up a little to see Ronan kicking her legs and looking around in the reflection of the baby mirror on the seat. Y/N reaches forward to get some tissues to blow her nose, then she sits back in her seat, completely defeated.

“This appointment will go fast and we’ll get you two home. You can pick a movie for us to watch too.”

Y/N laughs as she looks at me, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Um,” I tilt my head a little as I think, then I laugh as I look at her since we both know she went on a big spiel about it last night, “Yeah.”

“Oh, I know,” Doctor Marlene nods sympathetically as she checks over Ronan, “I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done.”

My heart is in my throat right now as I watch Ronan so upset. Ronan looks at Y/N and reaches for her as she cries, so Y/N gets up and stands next to her and rubs her tummy before Doctor Marlene nods for her to take her.

“Hi, bug.” she whispers, bouncing her when she lays against her chest, “I know. We’re going home soon.”

“Mrs. Wick, you sound sick yourself.” Doctor Marlene says, and Y/N freezes like she’s just been caught red handed, which makes Doctor Marlene laugh. “I’m not upset with you!”

Y/N nods, then she shrugs, “I just didn’t want John to be overwhelmed with a sick baby, plus he was a little stressed out last night when we realized she was sick. He was ready to get a chopper sent out from Bellevue Hospital the moment she had a little snotty nose.”

“Never had a sick baby before.” I say, then I inhale deeply and let it out, “It’s terrifying.”

“I get it,” she says, and they all sit down. “She does have a cold. Has she recently been around a group of children?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nods as she looks at me, “Our friends brought their two kids over the other day, and we had our nephew.”

Doctor Marlene nods, “And I can guarantee that one of those other kids is sick. She’s drinking water now, isn’t she? She’s a little over six months, so she should be.”

I nod, “She really likes water.”

“Okay,” she nods, writing down on a piece of paper, “This is just a little list of tips to help this little one. Just getting lots of rest and plenty of fluids. When she has a stuffed nose, you can use a saline spray and use one of those--”

I laugh, “The little tool that sucks out boogers.”

“Yes,” Doctor Marlene laughs, “That would be it. Have you had to use it yet?”

“Uh, a few months ago, yeah. Wasn’t what I thought.” I say as Y/N chuckles.

Ronan kicks her legs and cries, slipping from Y/N grip until her hoists her back up and holds her tighter. She’s ready to go home for a nap, I’m sure.

Doctor Marlene laughs as she leans over and tickles her belly, “I know, I’ll stop yapping in a minute. Try a humidifier. Remember that she does run a little warmer, so don’t put her in too heavy of a sleeper if you keep that on. It’ll help her sleep at night. She might have some runny diapers, that’s normal. And last but certainly not least, snuggle this little baby.”

“Oh, definitely,” Y/N smiles, hugging Ronan tight.

“Snuggle both of them,” Doctor Marlene says to me, then she looks at Y/N, “You need to take care of yourself as well.”

Y/N nod her head as she looks at the doctor, then she looks over at me and smiles when she sees I’m looking at her. I rub her back a little before reaching out to shake hands with the doctor. She pinches Ronan’s cheek softly, wishing her a speedy recovery, then she smiles at us and leaves the room.

“I think maybe you should just drop me off at home before going to the store. She’s ready for a nap,” Y/N say, and I nod in agreement.

After getting our jackets on, we head out to the car and quickly get in to get out of the cold, and I look over at Y/N as she coughs in the crook of her elbow and sniffles loudly.

“You’re sounding more and more sick, peach.” I say, and she pouts as she looks at me, “I’ll get you home and settled, then I’ll head back to the store.”

“Thank you so much,” she whispers, then she sighs loudly and dramatically, “I thought my immune system was better than this.”

I reach over and massage her neck a little, “To be fair, you and Ro are attached at the hip and we did have 3 other kids over at the house the other day.”

“I know, I know it was bound to happen since I didn’t get sick this winter, but I was hoping with the weather getting warmer that I would be in the clear.” she sighs, then she looks at me and squints your eyes playfully, “Why don’t you ever get sick? Are you a robot?”

“No!” I laugh as she lifts my shirt up and look at my stomach, like she always does after making some joke about me being a robot, “Nope, I’m a real--”

She looks at me and raises her brows, “A real man? Oh, I’m well aware.”

“Even with a cold, she’s still making sex jokes.” I chuckle, and she playfully shrugs. I reach over and massage her neck again, and she closes her eyes and hum, “Feel good?”

“So good. My body is starting to get sore.”

I smile when she looks at me, “I’ll give you a nice massage when I get back from the store.”

She takes my hand off her neck and hold it tight, then she close her eyes and sit back in the seat as I intertwines his fingers with hers.

Ronan was asleep when I dropped the girls off at home, but Y/N said she was okay to get Ronan into bed without my help. I headed to the store to get some things for them and I ended up spending about fifty dollars on just cold medicine for Y/N. I got a few other things for her, like some candy and snacks that I know she likes, and I also made sure to get some stuff for Ronan since we’ll need to keep her hydrated and fed. I picked up some more diapers and wipes too.

I still can’t believe it sometimes when I set baby diapers on the conveyor belt at the store: I have a baby! It still is hard to believe sometimes.

As I come into the house, I hear Y/N sneeze loudly and groan, and I smile as I walk through the kitchen and find her sprawled out on the couch. I lean down and kiss her forehead before she tilts her head back and looks at me.

“I got you some stuff.” I say as I walk into the kitchen, “I got some cold and flu medicine to help you during the day, then I got some stuff for the night as well. I got some cough medicine if your cough gets worse, and I got some…cough drops for you. Some Tylenol, and I got some oils for the diffuser next to the bed. Got some orange juice and tissues with lotion too.”

A smile spreads across your face as you walk over to put away some things in the pantry, then you notice the diapers on the counter. The smile spreads a little further on your face, but you’re not sure why. It’s not like this is the first time he’s gone to the store and bought diapers.

“Why are you smiling over there?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh as you shrug, “Something so cute about John Wick going to the store and buying diapers. Like just thinking about you, big assassin man, walking through the store with diapers under your arm.”

John laughs, then he raises his eyebrows and looks at you, “Retired…”

“Oh, sorry,” you laugh, putting your hand over your mouth as you cough a little, “Big retired assassin man. I don’t know, it’s just cute.”

You put your hand over your mouth as you cough a few times, then you walk over to wash your hands since you didn’t mean to cough straight into them. John wraps his arms around you and kisses your shoulder a few times, then he squeezes you a little.

“Did you pick a movie for us?” he asks, and you nod your head. “Can’t wait to see what shitty movie you picked.”

“Actually I picked a good one,” you say, and John raises his eyebrows when you turn around, “Train to Busan.”

John nods his head, “Great choice. Are you hungry?”

“Meh,” you shake your head, “Not really.”

“I’m just gonna make myself something to eat then.” he says, then he reaches over for some cold medicine, “You should take this.”

You take the medicine and crack one of the little pills out, then you grab a water bottle and take a sip as John smiles. He reaches out and rubs his thumb over your cheek, then he moves around the kitchen to make himself something to eat while you head back out to the living room.

After checking the baby monitor to see Ronan is still fast asleep, you grab the throw blanket and lounge out on the chaise as you wait for John. You close your eyes for a few minutes, then they snap open when you catch a whiff of the grilled cheese John is making--you’re already planning on taking a bite of his sandwich.

John finally comes out of the kitchen with his plate, then he sets it down and looks at the baby monitor, “She’s still sleeping?”

“Yeah, I have a feeling she’ll be up soon though. She’ll be hungry in a bit,” you say, then you lean up a little and smile when you see John made two grilled cheese sandwiches. “Um, is that…”

“For me, yeah.” he says, and you nod your head and smile sweetly at him as he laughs. “Yes, of course it’s for you.”

You lean over and take a bite of it, then you perk up when you see ketchup on John’s plate, “Since when do you eat grilled cheese with ketchup?”

“Since always.” he laughs, and you scrunch your face up, “Gives it a little kick. Try it.”

“Why don’t I remember this?” you say as you take your grilled cheese and dip it into the ketchup, “I feel like this is something weird that I should remember.”

John laughs, “I don’t know, but you can’t call me weird when you like to eat your turkey sandwich and a chocolate chip cookie at the same time.”

“Yeah, because it’s good. A little chocolate with your lettuce and mayo. Hell yeah! But that was a pregnancy quirk.” you say, then you bite into your sandwich and nod, “Okay, I get it. You don’t eat your mac and cheese with ketchup, do you?”

“No.” he laughs, scrunching up his face. “That’s gross.”

You shrug, “Tess likes it.”

“Yeah, well, Tess is weird.” he says, and you laugh as you look at him, “You sound so cute with your stuffy nose.”

Taking another bite of your sandwich, you sit back and chew it, then you place it on John’s plate and nod for him to have the last of it before you put your hand over it and widen your eyes.

“Never mind. I’m sick, you can’t--” you gasp when he takes a bite, “John! No! I’m sick!”

“I sleep next to you every single night, I kiss you every single day, we’re around each other all the time,” he laughs, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I’ll be okay.”

You frown a little, “What if you get sick?”

“Then we’ll all be sick together.” he says, and you roll your eyes before you laugh and snuggle close to him. “Ready for our movie?”

“Uh,” you grab the blanket and cover yourself up, then you snuggle as close as physically possible to John before he laughs and lifts his arm up to wrap it around your shoulder. You pull the blanket up to your nose and lean on his shoulder, “Okay. I’m ready.”

It’s been three days since the girls started to show symptoms of their colds, but they’re doing much better now. Ronan isn’t sneezing and coughing every 10 minutes, and she’s sleeping through the night now. The first night, she barely slept, which meant I barely slept. Y/N got a little worse, but thankfully she took medicine to help her sleep. She felt bad about it but I just want her to get better. Ronan had pretty broken sleep the next night, but she’s doing much better.

As for Y/N, she says that all she has left from her cold is a sore back and a headache. I suggested that she get a massage but she said she’d be okay and that she’d just take a warm bath later tonight. Right now, all she cares about is seeing Tess for the first time in over a week.

I can hear them squealing as I come up from the basement, and I laugh before I even open the door since I can picture them hugging as they jump in place. I open the door and smile when I see them embracing, then I look down at Ronan doing some tummy time. She looks really cute right now, so I pick her up and hold her.

“Hey, Tess,” I say, walking over to hug her, “How was your trip?”

“Perfect! Everything Jimmy and I wanted and needed.” she says, smiling wide, “It was great.”

I look around, “Where is he?”

“Crashed at home. He’s exhausted.” she says, then she dramatically winks and laughs when I laugh a little. She puts her hands out and looks at both Y/N and I, “Before either of you ask, no, I am not pregnant.”

“John asked if I thought you’d be pregnant.”

Tess laughs, shaking her head, “Not yet. Not ready for that. I love my life with my boys right now. I told him that I’m just a little scared right now, but we said we’d have the conversation again after Finn’s birthday, so I have a few months to think about it.”

Y/N looks at me and smirks since she was right, then she looks at Tess, “I get it. Honestly the thought scares me too.”

I furrow my brow a little as I look over at Y/N, then I look at Ronan as she babbles, “I’m gonna get her some lunch.”

“Okay,” Y/N smiles, then she sits down on the couch and talks with Tess.

Quickly rushing into the office, you slide across the floor in the rolly chair and press the phone to your ear, “Thank you for calling Next Chapter, how may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m looking for a few books, but I’ve called a few bookshops in Oyster Bay; no luck.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to help you.” you say, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you grab a piece of paper and pen, “What are you looking for?”

The woman inhales deeply, “I’m looking for Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. They had that at a shop in Oyster Bay but I’d rather only make one stop. Um, I’m also looking for Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn.”

“Okay, I know we for sure have Jurassic Park,” you say, typing in the books on the laptop to check what’s in stock, “It looks like we have Sharp Objects in stock, but I just want to make sure we actually have in at the store. Sometimes it takes a day or two for our site to register that we don’t actually have the book in stock. Is there anything else?”

“Yes--I am asking the woman right now, Livy, calm down.” she says, and you chuckle a little, “I’m sure you have it; Twilight.”

You smile, nodding your head, “We certainly do. We have plenty of copies, even a little section with some cool merchandise.”

“Great, my daughter will love that.”

“Well, let me go make sure we have that other book. Can I put you on hold for a moment?” you ask, then you push the button and put the phone down after the woman says yes.

You get up from your chair and walk through the shop to double check that Twilight and Jurassic Park are in stock, then you bend down and run your finger along the book spines until you find the F’s. Your finger lands on a book with a black spine and green font, and you pull it out and smile as you walk back to the office with it in your grasp.

You press the phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hi!”

You smile as you look at the book, “We have all three in stock! I can pull them from the shelf and put them aside if you’d like.”

“Yes, please!”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

The woman hums, “Um, actually yes. One more book. The Duke and I by Julia Quinn.”

“I will have a look right now. Let me just put you on hold.” you put the woman on hold and walk out to the middle of the shop, then you tilt your head back and smile, “Hey, Wick.”

“Hey, peach.” John says as he leans over the railing and looks down at you.

You smile at him, “Can you look for a book for me?”

“Yeah.”

“The Duke and I, Julia Quinn.” you say, and John nods as he walks away to look at the romance books that he’s been stocking all afternoon. You raise your eyebrows when you see him hold up a book, “Good. Put that aside.”

You quickly walk back into the office and sit down, taking a deep breath before you get the phone again.

“Hi, we have all of those books in stock!”

“Oh, that’s great! What time do you close?”

You look at the clock, “We are open for another hour.”

“Oh, I better hurry then.” she says, and you smile softly.

“I’ll get those books and set them aside for you. Can I get a name?”

“Michelle.”

You nod, “Okay, Michelle, I’ll go grab those books and set them aside for you!”

“Thank you so much. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You smile as you say goodbye to her, then you get up and walk around to get the books for her. You set them aside and walk up the spiral staircase and see John grabbing some books, and you sit down on the table and smile when he looks over his shoulder at you.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he says, sniffling a little as you cock up your eyebrow, “Getting tired, if I’m honest.”

You reach out and touch his cheek, “I think you’re getting sick now, baby.”

“I think so too.” he whispers, looking at you with his big pouty brown eyes.

“I just have someone coming to get these books, then we’ll close up and get our bug.”

John nods his head as he walks over and leans his forehead on your shoulder--he’s clingy when he’s sick. It’s actually really cute. He used to be so stoic and tough but he just allows himself to be clingy now.

“Maybe she should stay with mom for tonight.” he says, looking at you and shrugging, “If I’m getting sick, I don’t want her to be around me. Not since she’s feeling better now.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, “That makes sense.”

John looks over your shoulder when the bell rings, and you look to see a woman coming in with two kids in tow. You smile at John as you get off the table, then you grab the book and walk down to greet them.

“Hi, are you Michelle?”

“I am!” she smiles wide, gasping when you hold up one of the books she was looking for. “Great!”

You grab the other books and smile, “And I have the others here.”

“Mom, look!” the young girl points at the Twilight display, then she walks over and grabs a bookmark, smiling when she looks back at her mom and almost pleading with her big eyes. “Can I?”

You smile when Michelle looks at you, “Hey, I’m surprised Twilight is still so popular. I don’t know how many times we get people of every age coming in here for it. I remember begging my mom for them--both my sister and I. I still have the cool hardback versions she bought me for Christmas one year.”

The woman laughs as she exhales, then she waves her arm towards herself, “Well, come in. I’m sure she wants to head home.”

A loud sneeze comes from the stairs as John heads down them, and he laughs as he puts his hand out a little, “So sorry. I’ll keep my distance.”

��Poor guy is getting a cold. Our daughter and I just got over it, so now it’s dad’s turn.” you say, then you scan the books and wait for the woman to run her card through the machine.

“Oh, I think we’re heading towards a little outbreak at home, so we’re stocking up on some books to hunker down this weekend. You’ve saved us!” she says, laughing a little.

John smiles as he stands next to you, “Lots of vitamin C!”

You hand the woman her receipt, then you smile at them, “I hope you enjoy your books. And if you enjoy Twilight, we have all the others here. Even the movies!”

“Oh, no,” the woman laughs, widening her eyes, “I think you’ve just started her newest obsession.”

Waving at them, you watch as they leave, then you look over at John as he leans against the counter and clears his throat a few times.

“What is the obsession with Twilight?”

“Um, he’s a vampire who falls in love with a human!” you say, giving John a little nudge, “He can read minds, but not hers. So you got vampires, forbidden love, a guy who says super mushy romantic stuff. What more could you want?”

John laughs, shaking his head, “And they made these into movies?”

“They did. They’re incredible.” you say without a single ounce of sarcasm, “We’ll watch them sometime.”

“Can’t wait,” John says, definitely with a bit of sarcasm.

You wrap your arms around John’s waist and rub his back, “You ready to head home?”

“Yeah,” he nods, resting his cheek against your head.

You let go of John and rub his stomach a little, then you walk into the office to log off the laptop and grab your things while John closes down the register and puts the money in the safe. You pull on your jacket and sling your purse over your shoulder, then you grab John’s jacket and bring it out to him. He takes his keys from his pocket as he puts it on, then he walks around to make sure the shop is empty. It was only the two of you here today, which is your favorite type of days, but John always double checks just in case someone is still in the shop.

Smiling at John, you reach out for his hand and tilt your head back for a kiss when he gets closer to you. He turns off the lights to the shop and steps onto the sidewalk with you, then he quickly locks up and walks to the car. You put your hand out to stop him from coming to open your door, but he grabs the handle and opens it before you get a chance.

“You’re sick, babe. Let me drive.” you say, and John laughs a little. “Don’t be rude! Let me drive.”

John laughs again, “Fine.”

You get in the car and start it, then you turn the heat up a little as you get your phone out to call your mom. Your phone connects to the bluetooth as you sit back, then you reach over and hold John’s hand.

“Hello?”

“Hi, mom.”

John laughs, “Hey, mom.”

“Well, hi!”

You take a deep breath, “It looks like Jonathan is starting to get a little sick now, so would you be able to take Ro for the weekend? If you can’t, I can come get her, that’s no problem.”

“I would say yes, but your dad and I have a breakfast planned for tomorrow morning with some friends.”

“I can come get her! That’s no problem, mom.” you wave it off, and John nods. “We just thought it’d be a good idea for her to not be around Jonathan since she just got over her cold. I’ll be over to get her in like…15 minutes.”

Your mom sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! It’s totally fine.”

John leans over closer to your phone, “Don’t worry, mom. In all honesty, I think I just want to snuggle my girls anyway.”

You smile as you look at him, then you reach over and tuck his hair behind his ear, “I’ll be there soon to get her.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Bye.”

You put your phone in the cupholder and look over at John, “I’m gonna drop you off at home first.”

“Good idea.” he nods, and you lean over to kiss him a few times. “I really just want to spend the night with you two.”

“Okay.” you smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, “I’ll pick up something to eat on the way home too.”

John nods his head and smiles before he leans over to kiss you, “In sickness and in health.”

Holding tight to Ronan, you kick off your shoes and cling to the bag that is slowly slipping from your grip. You quickly rush over to put it in the chair, then you set Ronan down on the ground as she cries.

“I know, I’ll get you out of your jacket in a minute.”

“I got it!” John says as he comes out of the bathroom with a tissue pressed to his nose. “Hey, bug.”

Ronan juts out her bottom lip and lets out a few dramatic cries as John gets her jacket off, then she leans back to look at him for a moment before kicking her legs to be put down. John puts her in her jumper, then he sits down on the couch and exhales loudly.

“Did mom apologize profusely?”

“Of course she did,” you laugh, shaking your head, “I told her that it was fine but she felt bad.”

John chuckles, “I really want to just hold you two tonight anyway, so I’m okay with having her here.”

You set the bag on the coffee table and open it to pull out the plastic containers, and John sits up and leans forward to see what you got.

“I got you some black pepper chicken, some fried rice, and some egg rolls.” you say, setting everything on the table, then you pull out another plastic container, “And I got some mac and cheese for myself.”

John nods his head, then he reaches for his food and opens it to give it a smell. He nods his head as he reaches for his fork, then he takes a few bites and sits back with it on the couch. Ronan squeals loudly, slapping her hands on the jumper before reaching for you as she whines.

“I can’t even eat?” you ask, and Ronan juts out her bottom lip on the verge of tears, “Okay, I see.”

John chuckles as he looks over at Ronan, “She wants her mom.”

You groan as you bend down to get her from the jumper, then you hug her tight and walk over to sit on the couch with John.

“So ready for this cold to be over with.”

“Oh, you poor thing, it’s barely even started.” you laugh, holding Ronan tight in your arm as you open your mac and cheese. “Definitely start taking some of that medicine. I think that’s what helped me get over mine faster.”

John nods with his mouth full, “I’ll take some before bed.”

You look down at Ronan as she chews on her hand, then she looks up at you and makes a funny little noise that’s almost like a grunt. You raise your eyebrows and laugh, which causes her to do it again, and you pretend to get scared, causing her to do it a few more times as she laughs.

“Little gremlin…” John laughs.

“Ooh, great movie.” you say, and John gestures to the TV. “Think we can find it?”

John nods, “We have every streaming platform known to man, so yeah, we probably can.”

You lean over and open your mouth for a bite of John’s chicken, then you give him some of your mac and cheese in exchange. He smiles as he leans over to kiss you, then he tickles Ronan’s tummy.

“Daddy will snuggle you in a minute.” he says when Ronan reaches for him.

You set Ronan down between you and John on the couch since you can’t eat with her in your arms, and John laughs when she pulls his food down so she can see what it is. She opens her mouth and leans over for a bite of it, but he holds it away and laughs.

You jump up from the couch and head to the kitchen to get a few things for Ronan, then you sit down and offer a cheese cube to her, which she happily takes. She sits between you and John on the couch as you hand her cheese every so often, then you open the banana and give her a piece as she keeps her eyes fixed on the TV as the movie starts.

“Hey, peach…” John whispers, and you look over at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back, reaching over Ronan’s head to touch John’s cheek.

John closes his eyes, then he looks at you, “You make me really happy.”

“Well, you make me really happy.” you smile, then you both lean over to kiss. You place your hand on his forehead to see if he has a fever, then you smile at him, “Wanna get in a bath with me later?”

“I would love that.”

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you stare at the water as it pours from the faucet and fills the tub. There’s always been something about water that just makes you fall into a hypnotic daze. You feel your eyes losing focus as you stare at the water and lean over unintentionally, then you gasp and jump when you feel John’s hands firm on your shoulders.

“Thought you were gonna fall in for a minute.”

“Sorry,” you turn off the faucet and look at him, “Sorry, I just…I got distracted.”

John gently traces his thumb over your jawline and to your lip, then he smiles when you press a small soft kiss to it. He reaches down for your hands to help you up, then he holds your gaze as he pulls your shirt over your head. He reaches around and undoes the clasp on your bra, then he pulls it off and tosses it into the hamper in the corner, along with your shirt.

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment when he glances down at your breasts, then you reach over and pull his shirt off, watching his dark hair fall through the neck hole when you pull it over his head. Without looking, you toss the shirt aside to the hamper, which you assume it made it into since John nods his head and smiles.

Looking up at John, you place your hands on his belt and lean closer to feel his warm chest against your breasts. You tilt your head forward and lean your forehead just between his pecs, then you inhale deeply and softly kiss his warm skin. Goosebumps trail along your back as John slides his hands down to your waist, then he leans down and lightly kisses your shoulder up to your neck.

You stand on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around John’s neck, and he stands up straight, pulling you from the ground in the process. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold tight to him as the two of you listen to the water dripping from the faucet.

“My little koala,” he whispers, and you laugh in the crook of his neck. “Sorry I get so clingy when I’m sick.”

“I love it,” you whisper, your voice muffled.

John walks backwards and leans against the counter as you look at him, “I love it when you get clingy too.”

“I like when you act like you can’t breathe unless we’re together; it’s nice.” you say, then you squint your right eye a little as you laugh, “In a weird way.”

“I can’t breathe unless we’re together, but that’s always how I feel.” he holds your gaze and smiles as he looks down at your lips, “You’ll never know just how much you mean to me and it fucking sucks. I will never be able to fully articulate how much you mean to me, how much our life means to me.”

You tilt your head a little and place your right hand on John’s cheek, “I know just how you feel.”

“Even though we’ve all been sick this past week, it’s been nice to just spend time with you.” he whispers, and you nod your head, “It’s also been nice to have you to myself while Tess was gone. I’m happy she’s home, of course, but I liked having you all to myself.”

You chuckle a little, “Yeah, I get that too.”

“Best thing I ever did,” he whispers, and you let out a small tearful laugh as you look down. “I’m grateful every day that I met you, you know that?”

“Me too,” you nod, rubbing your thumb over his cheek again.

John takes a step forward and holds tight to you until he knows your feet are planted on the ground again, then he smiles at you. You unbutton your jeans and pull them off, then you take off your underwear and toss them in the hamper while you wait for John to get undressed. You wring your hands a little as you stand in front of him completely naked, and he shakes his head as he kisses you and moves past to put his clothes in the basket.

You’re not sure why you feel so insecure sometimes when you’re in front of him. He’s never looked at you like anything other than a work of art. A work of art he completely worships.

The warmth from John’s hand soaks into your skin when he places it on your lower back, then he holds your hand and help you into the bathtub. The water sloshes around as the two of you sit down and shift to get comfortable, then it slowly steadies when you lay back in John’s arms. A smile spreads across your face as you close your eyes and feel happiness radiate through every vein in your body, and you pull John’s arms around you a little more.

“Not to sound corny…” you whisper as John rests his lips against your forehead, “But I don’t think I’ve ever fit so perfectly into someone’s arms before.”

John lets out a small laugh, “Well, I don’t think anyone has ever fit so perfectly into mine.”

You tilt your head back and smile, “Good!”

The water sloshes a little when you turn to lay against John’s chest but it stills again a few moments later. You close your eyes and gently press kisses to his skin and he strokes your hair and holds you, then you tilt your head back and smile as he leans down to kiss you.

“What’s going through your head?” you ask, gently caressing his cheek.

“Not much,” he says, causing you to laugh, “Just looking at my beautiful wife and thinking about how lucky we are.”

You close your eyes as you laugh softly, “You’re laying it on thick tonight. Had I known you’d be this romantic when you’re sick, I’d have coughed all over you a few days earlier.”

John lightly brushes his nose against yours as you both laugh, then he kisses you, leaving his lips there for several moments as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You gently place his hand on your breast as you kiss him, then you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down more as he caresses your breast.

“I love you, Jonathan,” you whisper to him, and he nods his head, “More than I ever thought humanly possible.”

“I love you too,” he nods, holding your gaze. He pulls you close to kiss him again, then he smiles when you sit up to straddle his waist. He places his hands on your hips as you sit in his lap, then he relaxes back in the tub and looks at you.

The two of you look at one another for a moment, then you close your eyes and crash your lips against his as he moves his hands to your ass. He lifts you up a little as he shifts in the tub, then he reaches between the two of you and gasps when you grind against his cock. You place your right hand on his chest and lean back to hold his gaze, then you roll your hips and bite your lip, feeling his cock sliding against your clit.

“Come here,” John says, beckoning you toward him with his finger, then he holds you tight and lifts you up as he gets out of the tub, which turns you on even more with how effortless it was for him. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

You laugh as you nod, “Sounds good to me.”

You and John are both laughing and looking up at the ceiling as you lay in a tangled mess of limbs and blankets. John rolls over and kisses you a few times, then he sits up to untangle you from the sheets. You head into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, and you notice the bathtub is still full of water, so you unplug it and listen to it draining while you pull your hair into a bun on top of your head.

John is lounging out on the bed with the sheet over his lower waist when you come out of the bathroom, and he reaches for your hand and laughs when you fall against his chest and kiss him.

“That was fun,” he whispers, and you nod your head. He lays back on the bed with your head on his chest, then he lets out a content sigh. “Can I ask you a question?”

You sit up and nod, “Of course.”

“Are you really scared to have another baby?”

“Uh,” you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on your left hand as you look at him, “Yes and no. Yes, because I’m scared about the dynamic shifting with us. Another kid means less time with you, less time with Ro. She won’t be the only child anymore. Our focus won’t be on just her.”

John nods, “How about the reasons why you’re not scared?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m excited to have more babies with you. A child with half your DNA has proven to be an angel, so why wouldn’t I want another? We make cute babies!” you laugh, and John nods his head.

“We really do.”

You shrug, “I guess that’s just the way it is and I’m sure plenty of people feel that way. I’m not so scared of things changing with us that I don’t want another baby.”

“What could possibly change with us?” he asks, raising his eyebrows, “I’m genuinely curious because from what I can remember we still have time for each other when we babysit and have Finn. Or how about the time we had Harper and Benji? We even had an extra kid when Travis was over. We still found time for each other.”

“You know what I don’t just mean sex, right?” you say, and he nods. “Okay, I don’t want you to think I’m just worried about our sex life. I just mean everything. We won’t be able to have our relaxing movie nights.”

John shakes his head and reaches out to touch your shoulder, “Yes, we will. Ro goes to your mom’s every Wednesday. Tess always says that she would babysit if we wanted to go out. How about Jen and April? They’d take Ro sometime. Amanda and Aurelio would take her too! There is nothing wrong with you wanting special time for the two of us--I want it too!”

“I just love the way our life is right now, and I don’t think another kid right now would be a good idea.”

“Oh, definitely not.” he laughs, shaking his head, “Bug has a long way to go, and we still have a long way to go. But listen to me, things will never change between us. I don’t think you believe me when I say I fall in love with you even more as time goes on. I truly mean that.”

You let out a tearful laugh as you look down, then you nod your head and wipe away the tear on your cheek, “I feel that way too. I feel like a teenager in love, like I can’t breathe when you’re away from me, like you’re an extension of me or something. Still getting butterflies in my stomach when you look at me.”

John smooths your hair back and nods, “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“I love you,” you whisper as you scoot up to kiss him, and he places his hand on your back and pulls you closer.

“I love you,” he says, and you nod. “And I need you in my life. I need you more than anything in this world.”

You lean up more and kiss him, then you lay with your head on his chest and close your eyes, listening to his heart in his chest. You laugh when you hear his stomach make a noise, and you tilt your head back and look at him.

“I still got some ice cream in the freezer.”

John nods as he sits up, “You pick a movie, I’ll go grab it.”

“Okay,” you smile as John walks over to grab out a new pair of boxers and clean t-shirt, and he tosses it to you and leans down to kiss you. You reach up and gently touch his cheek as he holds your gaze, and you smile softly when he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back.”

You smile, nodding your head, “I’ll be here.”

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oldflyingraven · 2 years

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Day 22: Pick your posion

Prompt: Allergic reaction

Xisuma, due to being a voidwalker, is allergic to a lot of things in the overworld. He finds out about a new thing his body doesn't like.

Read it here or on AO3!

@whumptober-archive

Void, these new lush caves were gorgeous. Xisuma was walking around one with his helmet as open as it could be. He wanted to be able to breathe in as much of the new smells as possible, which meant turning off all the filters in the helmet except the one that changed the oxygen concentration. Dripleaves, glowberries, glow lican, all of it made him so happy. So many opportunities for builds with them. He bend down to touch an axolotl but it swam away from him. No matter. He wanted to find a spore blossom! It was the only thing he was still missing, and he really wanted to bring one home. His mind was brimming with ideas to use them. They could add so much atmosphere to his builds. Maybe he could use one to make the spawn area look even better. It would fit nicely with the HHH area Joe and Cleo had set up.

Bingo! He saw one further up ahead. Green spores drifted lazily through the air. The blossom itself was high up on the ceiling. So Xisuma opened his inventory and dug out a stack of scaffolds.

Hm, his throat was starting to itch. The feeling was familiar in a way he didn’t want to recognise. So he didn’t. Xisuma stubbornly ignored it. He kept stubbornly ignoring it when his breathing caught in his throat and threw him into a coughing fit. Or when the itch spread to his nose and he was forced to stifle a couple of sneezes. Ignored it when his chest seemed to feel tighter with every breath. By the time he was grabbing the blossom and putting it in his inventory breathing felt significantly harder. His throat felt like it was thick, almost like he was sick.

Oh. That’s what was happening. His body had never fully adapted to the overworld. Besides the breathing problem he normally had without his helmet he was allergic to multiple things in the overworld and nether. This feeling reminded him an awful lot of what would happen if he was around mycelium for too long. Only this was worse. Mycelium would just make his chest go tight and his throat and nose all messed up. This felt like he was being suffocated. He quickly fumbled for the side of his helmet and turned all the filters back on. Was it going to be enough? He coughed again. Black spots were starting to appear around the edge of his vision. His throat was getting tighter by the second. Cool, the helmet wasn’t helping. Cool. Very cool. He wasn’t panicking or anything. Nope. Not at all. He didn’t know if it was because the allergic reaction was too bad already or if the helmet couldn’t filter the small spores. Xisuma opened his inventory and threw the spore blossom back out. But it wasn’t enough. His knees gave out and he stumbled to the ground. Well, he thought. That’s an embarrassing way to die.

Xisuma died by spore flower

Grian: What??

Grian: Is that possible?

TangoTek: f

His chest was still tight when he woke up. At least he wasn’t suffocating anymore, but every breath was wheezy and uncomfortable. He coughed, trying to loosen his chest a little and reached for his communicator.

Xisuma: Allergic reaction

Xisuma: I’m alright

TangoTek: I didn’t know you were allergic to those

Xisuma: neither did I

TangoTek: lol

TangoTek: where did you die? I’ll grab your stuff for you

Xisuma: much appreciated. I’ll send you the coordinates.

He’d just gotten out of the shower when Tango knocked on his door. “Delivery!” he shouted jokingly.

“Come in!” Xisuma responded, clicking the last hinge of his helmet back on.

Tango came in holding a shulker box. “Here’s your stuff. I changed before coming back since the blossom was still around there.” he said.

“That’s- thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure i’d have been fine for a couple of minutes.”

“And kill you again? Sure.” Tango said, a hint of sarcasm lining his voice.

“My filters were off so I’m sure I’d have been fine for longer with them on,” Xisuma responded, “I appreciate the care taken though.” he coughed slightly.

Tango grimaced slightly with sympathy. “Still not feeling 100%?” he asked.

“Residual effects. They’ll probably last for a bit. I showered already and it helped a little. Think I just have to ride it out.”

Tango handed him the shulker. “Take it easy, yeah? And like, properly easy. Not your wacky definition of easy where you actually just push yourself too much anyway.” he said.

Xisuma rolled his eyes and pointedly ignored the fact that Tango was right about his overworking tendencies. “I will. I will.”

Tango’s comm pinged. He looked down and chuckled. “Zed’s spamming me. I think thats my cue to leave. Feel better, yeah?”

Xisuma smiled. “I will. Good luck with whatever scheme Zed’s cooked up this time.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it knowing him.”

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zlebooks · 1 month

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ch. 18 — insufferable pda minus the p

stepping outside the clinic, you feel the september wind brushing against your cheeks. you get the urge to sneeze from the coldness of the air but it never comes; leaving you feeling as if a book has left you in a bad case of a cliffhanger. you scrunch your nose, in hopes of drawing out the sneeze yourself.

“you just spent a day in an animal center and now you’re acting like a cat?” childe, walking beside you teases and when you turn your head towards him, you try to resist the urge to play with the man’s hair. in your defense, he looks more like a cat than you are— with his orange hair and mischievous personality.

“will it kill you to be less annoying?” you fake the anger in your voice and childe seems to notice as he takes this as some sort of encouragement.

“what do you mean? this is me being less annoying already.”

an over exaggerated huff leaves your mouth and you start taking longer strides in attempt to pull ahead but with childe being sculpted by gods themselves, effortlessly catches up in no time.

the next thing he does surprises you— out of nowhere and without any warning, he wraps his much larger hand around yours, tugging at your hands to draw you closer than him.

“what’s the big idea?” you tug back, “no one’s around, we’re basically alone right now. you don’t actually have to hold my hand, you know.” you say as you take a quick scan of your surroundings, only seeing the flickering street lights above you, and the occasional stray cat that crosses the street.

“just to make sure.” the boy replies as if it’s the most logical explanation. “you can always let go of my hand if you want to though.” he says and you don’t even bother. because even if you do try to, he’ll never let go of yours and you’d just end up like a toddler following an adult.

“have you always been brazen?” you ask out of blue, taking the initiative to get to know the man before you as you two walk home. you’re already his (fake) girlfriend, why not make a friend out of him?

this comment, of course, doesn’t offend him at all. just like the kiss that you gave him in that cafe, childe takes it with a stride.

“brazen?”

“yeah, like… very straightforward, no filter, no shame at all?” you try to explain, “how you seem to not care for anything at all?”

childe momentarily stills, “i’ll have you know that i do care—“

“i didn’t mean it like that,”

“and i haven’t always been like this.”

you keep silent, worrying that you might have offended him. but with childe’s nature, he doesn’t show the tiny hurt that blooms inside his chest. he shouldn’t mind what you think of him anyway, you two weren’t even close like that. so, he opts to clear his throat.

“i was a shy kid too, you know.”

you look up to him, not responding or anything, earnest to listen to what he has to say, still feeling guilty over what happened moments ago.

“i only talked to my siblings at family gatherings. i hated being cooed over by distant relatives,” he pauses. “was a loner in kindergarten too, can you believe it?”

his laughter draws a snort from you, and you can't help but respond with a skeptical, "really?"

childe meets your gaze with a serious look, "yeah, but then came sixth grade. my brother, teucer, was in fourth grade then. one day, my mom had to rush to the school; the guidance counselor wanted her. teucer was being suspended for hitting another kid." he pauses, wetting his lips before continuing, "teucer explained to me that he had only hit back because the other kid had thrown the first punch—and that was after he'd endured prolonged teasing. i did my best to get the adults to listen, to believe his side of the story, but it was no use. i was dismissed as the quiet, weird boy who always sat in the back of the class and kept to himself."

with a tight jaw and a hard swallow, childe adds, "that day, we found out the boy teucer hit was the principal’s son."

he exhales deeply, the weight of the memory evident, "after that incident, i worked on being more outgoing, more approachable, more likable. i thought that if i could just make more friends, then perhaps people would be more inclined to believe me, to believe us. after all, there's strength in numbers, isn't there?"

the two of you stop walking altogether and you face him. guilt was etched all over his face, his mouth was downturned, his eyebrows were all furrowed.

“it couldn’t have been your fault, okay? the kid was the principal’s son after all,”

childe adamantly shakes his head, “but i could have helped teucer, if only i was more believable and more trustworthy.”

“look, teucer’s lucky to have you as a brother. you tried standing up for him, but you were really just in an unfair situation,” childe finally meets your eyes, guilt and other emotions swirling behind them.

“you were just a child, and so was teucer. the adults, especially those in positions of authority, were the ones to blame. they should have handled the situation more carefully,” you try your best to comfort him, sending a squeeze to his hand you were holding.

“anyone would be lucky to have you as a family, childe.”

he gives you a wry smile, “is this your way of proposing to me? i just turned 18, you know that right?”

completely taken aback, you raise your available hand to smack him across the chest to which he dramatically exclaims pain at.

“you know what i mean,” you remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

childe teases you, “we’re not even actually dating yet you already want me to be your husband? i should be locked up from women.” he says with his eyes crinkling.

he smiles softly as he gazes at the both of your hands. as you resume the walk home, you feel your grip on his hand grow tighter.

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embarrassed by your three year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either help with your lie or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.

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lavishedinjimin · 3 years

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Hi! For kinky hours can I request a wolf hybrid Namjoon and bunny hybrid OC?

I love this prompt!! I purposefully made Namjoon "shapeshift into a wolf" while still being a hybrid, so he's also technically also a werewolf in this one? Either way, this was incredibly fun to write omg

warning: all characters are intended to be 18+. I do not write, and I never intend to write underaged OCs

Wandering through the forest with your herd, you hate how your ears pick up even the smallest bit of sound. The grown-ups would always tell you that they're a blessing, enabling you to hear any possible danger that's coming in your way, but you don't want to use it.

You were a dependent little thing, playful and oftentimes mischievous. You follow your family with a huff and a puff as you journey to find a new home.

But you were still young, still naive and the world can easily distract you — just like this pretty yellow butterfly that crash-landed right onto your nose.

You sneeze as the little insect tickled your nostrils. Following the butterfly in a new direction, you take interest in it as if it wants to show you something.

"Hey!" you meekly call out to the butterfly, your feet struggling as you make your way through many huge logs and branches, "Where are you taking me? I h-have to get back to my family!"

The butterfly takes you to a river until it flies up and up into the air, leaving you there to stand alone. You call out for it, reaching your hand up, but it was no use.

Looking around your surroundings, you feel a tight sensation in your chest as you attempt to figure out how to get out of the area. You were completely lost, all alone, and worried that someone, something might get you.

You sniffle, fighting back the tears as your ears droop down. "Stupid butterfly..."

You carefully walk along the riverbank, your soft footsteps being the only sound aside from the leaves in the trees whooshing as the wind brushes past them.

It dawned upon you that you were in serious trouble.

Suddenly, to your left, you heard a branch split. The sound frightens you and you hastily try to find what made that noise. With your curious nature coming to play, you step closer to the bushes, your nostrils flaring as you use your sense of smell to your advantage.

"Hello?" you shout, "Is anyone here? Come out! I need help!"

A swift force abruptly knocks your body over, making you yelp, until you realize that it was a much bigger animal, five times bigger than you. Your body rolls along the grass with the animal's four legs wrapped around you. You release a shriek when you realize that it was a wolf. It was panting, salivating, and clearly hungry.

Wolves eat bunnies.

"No! Let me go!" you attempt to pry him away, using your feet but he was stronger than you. "Please! Let me go! I n-need to get back to my family!"

The wolf's eyes glow red and it growls paramountly, the rough and rugged sound resonating throughout the woods. This automatically switches on the tears to fall.

You sniffle and cry in absolute fear, but the wolf has you trapped.

"Don't kill me, please," you cover your face in your arms, "I'm sorry!"

You waited and waited for something to happen, for things to escalate, but there was only silence after that.

You carefully remove your arms, peeking to see what happened to the wolf. Then, it suddenly transformed into a hybrid, half-animal, and half-human, just like you. You thought that it was just a regular real wolf!

He kneels between your hips as if straddling your thighs. Your eyes scan his buff, muscular body, his furry tail swaying behind him and his acute gray ears were pointed up in the air. He stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I..." he speaks, his voice thick and monotone, "I'm sorry, bunny. I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't do anything to me," you whimper when the hybrid leans closer to you, bringing his lips to your neck, "please... I w-want to go back."

Namjoon ignores your protests and cries and allows his tongue to lick a big, aggressive stripe along your neck. "Oohhh," you shiver, your eyes widening, "what are you doing?"

You've never felt this feeling before as something inside you feels fuzzy. Namjoon uses his strength to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. He creates a deep, growling noise while he firmly grinds his hips into yours.

"Hey — mmmh — what's going on with you?!" your eyes roll back to your head when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat.

His eyes turn red again.

"You smell and taste so fucking good, little bunny. I d-don't think I can stop..." Namjoon shows you his canines as his animalistic side overpowers him, "such an innocent little bunny wandering alone in the forest, I couldn't help but follow your cute ass."

"A-Aaah," your body shivers when he cups his hand against your heat, his fingers teasing you as they stroke up and down.

"Aw, bunny," Namjoon coos, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"What?" you sniffle, nose red from crying, "Fuck? What's that?"

Namjoon's dick instantly grows rock-hard from the soft, subdued tone of your voice. He comes closer until his nose touches yours, "It means, bunny," Namjoon growls to tease you, smirking as he watches your body tremble in fear, "It means that I want to put my cock inside you, bury it so deep inside your cute and tight cunt, until I coat you with my seed."

Namjoon immediately encloses your body with his own strength when he feels you squirming, a cry falling off your lips. "No one can save you now, bunny. You and I, we're all alone in this river. You scream, I cover your mouth. You try to run, well—" he chuckles, "I'm a hundred times faster than you. You bite me, I bite you back."

Your eyes were big as you stare into him, breathing heavily. His words somehow made you feel as though you're falling into a deep headspace, your mind fogging up.

"There's no need to escape, bunny. I know you want this, I can fucking smell how aroused you are. That pussy's leaking for me."

He checks to see if he was correct, "See?" he brings his hand back up to reveal his sticker, wet fingers, "see what I do to you? You won't admit it, but I know that you're loving this as much as I do, bunny."

Without a warning, Namjoon flips you over so that your stomach lays on the ground. Namjoon rips all your clothing, making you shiver as the cold wind touches your skin. Namjoon waits no time to push his throbbing dick inside you, your ass and bushy tail in full display for him.

You wince from how big and thick he was, his cock stretching your walls apart like no one has done before. Your hands dig into the soil, eyes closing shut as a tear falls down to your cheeks. "Awwh, t-that feels..." you moan, "feels so—aaahhh!"

Namjoon spanks your ass then digs his claws into your plump cheeks as he thrusts the rest of his cock deep inside of you. He fucks you so roughly that with each pound, your smaller build was jolting back and forth. You couldn't keep up with his pace, feeling lightheaded already.

"Ohh, that's it," he snarls, "take that big dick inside that cunt. Your moans are so fucking delicious. You make me fucking mad," Namjoon's forehead and neck accumulate a layer of sweat as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Do you like this, huh? Does your sweet, little bunny pussy likes the feeling of being fucked for the first time?"

"Yessss, o-ohhh, it feels good," you pant, "t-thank you."

Namjoon feels himself getting cocky, "Told you so. I'm not gonna let you go, I hope you know that. You're gonna be my little fuck bunny forever."

#namjoon smut #bts kinky hours open #bts wolf au #dom namjoon #rm smut

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rendevousz · 3 years

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sick

avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

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school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

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marvelslut16 · 2 years

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Betty

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Based off of Taylor Swift's Betty, so it's written in Steve's pov. You're away for an internship the entire summer, and Steve is lonely and tempted by Nancy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Swearing. Alludes to sex, but no graphic descriptions of it, but still minors DNI. My bad writing. Steve is a whole asshole.

A/N: I was supposed to be writing a valentines fic, but Betty kept coming up on shuffle and I ended up writing this. This isn't edited so I'm sorry if there's a typo, or if it just sucks. It's also canon divergent, the timeline doesn't match the show exactly. I used a season 1 gif because I could totally see season 1 Steve doing what he does in this fic.

My breath catches in my throat when I drive by your house and I catch a glimpse of the rose garden you love so much, the one your dad planted for your mom years ago when they got into a fight. I’m driving Dustin to meet his friends at the pool one last time before the school year starts up again. This time last year you were riding shotgun hand sitting atop mine on the gearshift, Dustin sitting in the back and the two of you were belting out the lyrics to juke box hero with no care in the world. It was so nice and refreshing seeing you this way, you were always guarded at school, scared that Tommy H. and Carol would find the smallest thing to make fun of you for. But with me you let your real personality show, and it was you, Dustin, and me against the world.

But now you're not here, you got an offer to intern for the Governor and you couldn’t turn that down. The plans of picnics and countless pool dates, carefree normal dates that we never got to have because we started dating after the upside down open up and evil was lurking behind every corner, all those plans were thrown out the window when you chose to spend the entire summer in Indianapolis, away from me. I called you that first week in June and told you I was going to come visit you at your hotel, but you told me no because you didn’t have free time and you didn’t want me to be stuck in the room all day while you were working. At least that’s the excuse you used, but I got in my head and I started to worry that I wasn’t good enough for you, that you’re too smart for me.

So when Nancy, fresh out of yet another break up with Jonathan, pulled up next to me in her mom’s car when I was walking home because my dad got mad and took my car away again, I couldn’t tell her no. We drove around and talked for the first time since she dumped me, and it was cathartic, you taught me that word when we were studying for the SAT’s. I made the worst mistake of my life that night, Nancy pulled off onto a secluded side street, leaned across the center console and kissed me. My initial reaction was to push her off of me, she wasn’t you, but she was wearing your perfume. Nancy always liked the sweet stuff, but I never liked it, it was too floral and it always made me sneeze. But that night, she was wearing your perfume, it was spicy and if I closed my eyes tight enough I could pretend I was kissing you. I could pretend that you were with me and not in that fancy hotel room in Indianapolis where you could meet another intern that was smarter than me, and you’d realize you’re too good for me. You weren’t here, your dreams took you away from me, and I knew in the moment you told me about the internship that your dreams would take you away from me for good one day.

One night turned into two, which turned into seven, and that turned into every night for a month. I would drop Dustin off wherever he was meeting his friends and Nancy would do the same with Mike, my eyes would meet hers and the next thing I knew would be in the back of one of our cars or in my bedroom because my parents went away on business again. I always swore I would never be like my father, never cheat on my girl so many times that she’d have to come on trips with me just so I would keep it in my pants and I wouldn’t stray. But there I was, two weeks into your internship and I had already spent multiple nights with Nancy.

Nancy wore your perfume the entire summer, I don’t know if she did it on purpose, I think she might have, but it really was the only reason I caved the first night. I missed you so much and I just wanted you safe in my arms, back home where you belong. I was desperate to feel you again, and like with the kiss, I could close my eyes and pretend it was you I was falling in bed with. As the weeks went on I came to terms with the fact that it was Nancy that would fall apart in my arms and not you, but every time I came down from my high I thought endlessly of you. I thought of the way you would bite the eraser of your pencil to keep from laughing when I still wouldn’t get a math problem when you had already explained it to me multiple times during lunch. Or the way your body looked in your swimsuit that night you spent at my house last September, my parents were away and she said you were sleeping at a friends, and we stayed up until way past one in the morning just goofing around in the pool; you caught a cold later that week, the air was too cold for your wet hair.

But when all of those happy memories would fade I would think of the start of my insecurities, our junior prom. Ever since I had fallen out of popularity I hated going to school functions like dances, but you had putted when I told you I didn’t want to go to prom, and I didn’t want to disappoint you. I made a big deal of asking you at one of the basketball games, the cheerleaders danced to waiting for a girl like you at half time, it was our song. You of course said yes, and I was ecstatic when you made sure my tie matched your dress a million times because you didn’t want the colors to be off, and when I spent an hour picking out the best corsage for you. But when we entered the dance, I don’t know what happened, I just knew I wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t in that suffocating gym. So I left you leaning against the closed bleachers while I went to get some air, left you swaying to your favorite REO Speedwagon song.

It shouldn’t have surprised me when I walked back in and I saw you dancing and singing to Bohemian Rhapsody with Billy, of course he would take this opportunity to make me look worse to our classmates. My girlfriend was dancing with the guy that dethroned me, who says he wouldn’t take you from my clutches next. At the end of the night you swore to me that the only reason you danced with Billy was because you didn’t want to embarrass him by saying no, and that you wanted to dance. In hindsight I should have danced with you that night, you love dancing and I just left you for the taking. But really, you sowed the seed of doubt in my brain, so who could blame an insecure teen for doing what I did?

One day in August when my parents and Nancy's were home, we pulled into an alley and started to go at it in the backseat of my car, the same spot where you cuddled up to my side and told me about your future, our future, outside of Hawkins. I buried my face in Nancy’s neck while she rode me, that way I could smell your perfume and I wouldn’t have to look at Nancy and be taken out of my dream. I didn’t notice when Tommy H. and Carol walked over to the car to see who was fogging up the windows. I didn't notice until it was too late, until Carol had seen everything, Nancy’s blouse was pulled open, her skirt pushed up around her hips, and my pants pulled down my thighs. There was no mistaking what we were doing, and when I locked eyes with her I knew I was screwed. Carol hated you, but she hated me more, there was no way that she wouldn’t tell you what she saw.

Carol was waiting for you at your house when Robin picked you up from the train station, at least that’s what Carol told me. She rubbed it in my face that she beat me to you, that she had told her everything she saw, that she told you about the entire summer. I know that if Carol told you this without Robin you wouldn’t have believed the bully, but I know Robin would never lie to you and she’ll tell you that I never hung out with her once this summer. All I can hope is that when I stop by later you’ll give me a chance to explain, I was just a desperate horny teenager, but I missed you and thought about you the entire time. Nancy means nothing to me, but you mean everything.

Your family is having a small get together to celebrate the end of your internship and to welcome you back home, Robin and I are the only friends you invited. I was counting down the days until this party, until I could see you again, but not after Carol told you what I did. For weeks I dreamt of you running into my arms and kissing me in front of Robin and your family, of holding you close and making everything right. I wasn’t planning on telling you about my summer fling with Nancy, but now that you know I’ll do everything in my power to get you to forgive me, get you to hold my hand and rock out to Foreigner with Dustin while we drive around Hawkins again.

Now I’m on your doorstep holding a bouquet of red roses, and all I can do is hope you’ll hear me out. Hope you won’t slam the door in my face and tell me to go fuck myself, hope that you’ll lead me to the rose garden, away from everyone else, and let me explain. I hope that you’ll let me kiss you, let it be everything I’ve dreamt of since you left, let it be enough to fix what’s happened between us. When I finally build up the courage to ring your doorbell you answer, Robin by your side. You look sad, crushed even, and it fills me with guilt, but Robin is glaring at me, if looks could kill I would be dead. How can either of you really blame me for what happened? I’m just a horny teen I didn’t know any better, but I know that I missed you desperately the entire time.

“Go fuck yourself.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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movedbl0g · 3 years

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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bokettochild · 3 years

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Touch and Go

Whumptober Day 6: Touch-Starved

Is this late? yes.

Is this proofread? No.

But I had Feelings about this one, so please excuse the shameless hurt/comfort and Legend fluff at the end, and let me project my lonely ass onto my favorite character again.

I hope y'all enjoy! Consider this a break from the unresolved whump of the last few prompts.

There are days when Legend really hates being alive.

Today's one of those days. Today's one of those horrid days when everything is cold and everything is bitter and all he can do is snap when Wind chatters at his side. All he can do is bark out something harsh and cruel that makes the sailor avert dark eyes and slowly move away from him.

The kid has spirit, he'll say that at least. Wind doesn't blubber up and cry about it, just looks hurt and walks away, shoulder's stiffening as the kid wanders over to stand next to Warriors instead, thin arms wrapping tight around the sailor's chest as the kid hugs himself, only relaxing slightly when Wars buries his hand in the kid's hair and gives the golden locks a gentle tussle. The kid's lips twitch as he stares up at Wars with his big dark eyes, rain pattering over his face as the captain throws the end of his scarf over the kid's head.

Legend pulls his own cloak closer and purposefully ignores the exchange as he continues to slosh through the mud.

They've come to Sky's world and while the area isn't one that the Chosen Hero recognizes immediately, Wild had climbed a tree a while back (regardless of the clouds that threaten lightning or the rain that makes the bark slippery) and called out the direction of what he was certain was a village. At any other time, Wind would climb up after the champion with his telescope to confirm, but Time isn't willing to take that risk and instead called Wild down back to them.

The champion trudges on ahead, laughing light and free as rain soaks through log golden hair and Twilight fusses and scolds like a worried mother cuckoo, trying to make the champion pull up the hood of his cloak while the rancher's own furry hood bobs low enough to cover his eyes, making Wild only laugh harder. The hood has ears, he notes with a scoff, and Twilight doesn't even have the decency to look embarrassed at that, instead punching Warriors' shoulder when the man points it out, a toothy grin on the rancher's face while the captain shoots him a hurt look, rubbing his bruised shoulder with something like a pout.

Time's own soft chuckles mix with the light patter of rain, and Legend takes a moment to consider why the man isn't earing a cloak, only to realize that Hyrule isn't either, and that his protege is darting about in the rain with a bright smile that stretches all the way to his slowly flapping ears, the kid practically flittering about Time and giggling as the cold and wet rain dribbles through his curls and sings against their leader's armor.

Legend huffs, wrapping his own cloak tight about himself. Fine, let the other's catch cold for their foolishness. Let Time be sneezing his obnoxiously loud sneezes and Hyrule low himself back with the force of his own. Let Wild be red in the face and nasally for the next week, it's their own fault for being such blasted idiots! He'll just wear his wool cloak, thank you very much! He'll tuck it close and wrap it around and around and-

Another cold breeze makes Wind giggle as it swipes through the sailor's curls and send Warriors huffing out complaints. Wild laughs louder as Twilight's hood is pushed back, dampening the rancher's dark hair as the man sighs in defeat. Four giggles from where they're hiding with Sky under the sailcloth, the fabric held over their heads like an umbrella as they walk, both red in the face from the cold but dry save for the feet that squelch through the mud.

Legend only shivers and pulls his cape closer. How is this funny to them? How is rain nice enough to play in or laugh or try and sing, like Time is doing? Rain is cold and miserable and wet, and he's shivering as he pulls on his hood with a firm tug. It's too cold, and too wet and the only thing he really wants is to find somewhere where he can just collapse into the corner and sit. He's not asking for one of Uncle's old oversized tunics, or a warm fire, or even a mug of Ravio's cocoa, all he wants is to sit down and just... be.

It's dark out here and it's dark inside and it's dark everywhere and all he wants is to sit in the darkness and let himself flop against whatever happens to be available and just sit, mind blank, body still, nothing and no one needing him and nothing and no one to disturb him.

"Lights ahead!" Four calls back to them with a bright grin, red cheeks nearly glowing as their eyes sparkle the same color, and beside the smithy Sky perks up, ears twitching slightly as a grin break across his face. "It's the village!"

In seconds Sky has scooped Four up and started jogging towards the lighted houses before them, ignoring as the smithy laughs out warnings about asthma and slippery paths, and Legend can only shake his head slowly with a sigh as the others follow suit, even Time. Honestly, where are they getting this much energy?

When they reach the settlement it's to find Sky and Four both covered in mud and Sun and Sky's big red-head friend waiting at the door of the common house with towels and hearty laughter.

there's still a lot to be done here to make a proper village, but for the time being those who are constructing it have settled in a large common house that Sky's told them will one day be a festival and meeting hall. "Maybe even a school," the Chosen Hero had grinned. There are mostly only a few villagers who rotate out to help with construction in turns, but on the rare visit the heroes have had here, Sun and- Goose? Gross? Whatever the heck the man's name was- are always there to greet them with wide smiles and exuberant displays of affection for their best friend.

Even now, Sky is tucked under the red-heads arm, playfully protesting the fist that rubs over the knight's head, even as Four sits atop the big man's other shoulder, laughing and swinging their feet gently at the sight of their predecessor getting a noogie.

Legend sweeps past the chaos with a sigh, briefly accepting the towel Sun offer to him with a tender smile. He doesn't even bother shedding his boots, no matter how touchy his is about it in his own home, and instead flops down in the only place that doesn't seem to be occupied and gives his hair and face a quick rub with the towel before laying it aside and leaning back against the wall.

Cheery voces and laughter sound around him, but it's like a dark cloud hangs over him as he wraps his arms tight around his chest and curls up.

Even next to the roaring fire, he's cold. It's like his bones are cold, even as sweat starts to bead at his brow, and a shiver still manages to travel through him as one of the former Skyloftians stokes the roaring flames.

He's not sick, he's been wrapped to tight in warm clothes recently to have gotten a cold or something, and anything contagious hasn't been run into as they dart across worlds after the shadow. Still, he's cold, and almost hollow feeling as he presses his hands to his ears to try and block out Wind's laughter. The sound hurts, even though he doesn’t know why. His head isn’t pounding but his chest aches and throbs around nothing at the sound. His throat is tight and his bones continue to ache miserably as he finally pulls his discarded towel over his head and ears in a last-ditch attempt to stop all the noise coming over to him.

Once, he’d worried about this sort of thing. He’d panicked when he stopped being able to feel properly warm and when his bones never quite settled. Now, sitting beside the biggest freaking fire he’s ever seen outside of a festival, he accepts the chill in his bones with an exhaustion that settled in ages ago.

Violet eyes flitter shut slowly as he tries to focus on the crackle of flames, a sound he can always rely on to help him settle himself. He has to drop the towel, but the others have dulled their chatter to a quiet murmur as something clatters and sheet shuffle over the fresh wooden floor. There's the occasional laugh from one of the others, but it’s nothing he can’t handle as he wraps his damp cloak closer around him.

He could ignore it. He could get up and join the others and just ignore the cold empty hollow inside of him, but today he just wants to be. He doesn’t want to fight it, and he doesn’t want to bother using energy to ignore it. The cold cave in his chest is there and it’s not going away so he may as well accept it and t himself just drift along in the amid the cheer of the evening.

The others seem keen on leaving him alone, letting him brood in silence as Wild darts over briefly with a warm smile and an even warmer bowl of seasoned rice. The kid called this stuff pudding, but there’s nothing smooth and creamy about it. It’s good though, and he accepts the bowl with his usual nod of thanks before Wild is darting back to the others where they sit around a rough wooden long table. His brothers are all laughing and chatting with the big Goose man, and only Sun spares him a curious glance before her attention is swept up by Hyrule, who presents her with something that makes the woman blush and beam as she wraps the traveler in a warm hug.

Pain pangs through his chest as the vet lowers his bowl. He’s not... he’s not hungry he finds, staring down at the sweet and seasoned rice with apathy. He’s not really upset about not being hungry, not surprised either, just... it is what it is.

Gnarled fingers reach up and he twines a lock of pink hair through his fingers, violet gaze darting up to the table across the room as the others continue their ceaseless chatter. No one looks at him, and it draws a sigh of relief from him as he loosens up a bit.

He’s not proud of how he handles the cold, not of how he fills the emptiness enough that it stops aching. It’s embarrassing really, but he’d rather handle it himself than have to get attached to having someone else ease the ache for him.

Long ears droop slightly as he runs his nails over their shells, rubbing behind his own ears like a goddess darned weirdo and letting his other hand brush through his hair again. It’s grown some, catching on his shoulders when he turns his head and he debates letting it grow out long again for a moment. It would be more convenient when switching with Fable to not have to put on a wig, but he’s not overly keen on having to take care of the long tresses again and long hair does get so easily tangled.

There’s a burst of laughter from the table again, and while he glances up quickly, hands drawing away for a moment he finds relief in the fact that the others are all too busy teasing the captain for one thing or another to bother looking over at him. Relief blossoms in his chest as he rubs his own ears again.

It’s stupid, he knows it, but being touched, being close to someone is the only way to make this never-ending emptiness fill for a little bit, and if he just ignores it, it gets more and more unbearable. Once, Fable had thought he’d been cursed, he’d been so stiff and shivery, and it didn’t help that the bags under his eyes had grown dark enough that he looked like he’d been in a brawl. He’d explained he was just tired, restless after returning from the sea and unable to sleep properly without fear of dreaming. But sleep was the only relief from being utterly and completely empty, so he was caught in flux, perpetually tired and cold and both wishing for sleep and doing all in his power to avoid it.

Fable had dragged him up to her room and nestled them both into her big bed, her favorite fuzzy pink blanket tucked up so tightly around him that he couldn’t even squirm free as she’d wrapped him a hug and started to try and sing. It was horrible, and he’d very nearly cried at his sister’s off-key screeching right in his ear, but she’d promised to be quiet, grinning like a gremlin, if only he would lay still. He had, and the next thing he knew it was lunchtime the next day and Fable was laughing her ass off because he apparently both drooled and talked in his sleep.

He wishes Fable was here now. She’s the only one Hylia can’t rip away from him, because she's the freaking princess and needs to rule Hyrule one day. She’s safe, she won’t disappear or die before her time or leave like everyone else. She’s the only constant he can rely on, and more than anything he wants to feel small beside her as she teases him and plays with his pink hair and jokes about bunnies and cherries and Ravio and a dozen other things that make him scowl usually but only provide a constant stream of chatter when he’s too tired to care anymore.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t remember the last time he slept properly, and as he tugs the tip of his own ear he briefly wonders, entirely too spent to care how pathetic it sounds, if the others have even noticed.

As laughter bubbles up across the room from him he lets self-pity take over as wonders if they even miss him right now, so happy and warm and content together. War’s is dozing, propped up on his fist and instants away from either landing in Twilight’s food or on his shoulder, and the rancher doesn’t look like he knows which would be worse. Sky is already conked out against the Goose man, snoring softly and drooling on his friend’s arm while the others continue their yammering, Time’s hand is buried idly in Four’s hair and Hyrule and Wild are both leaning back in their seats with easy smiles that whisper warnings that the two might topple over at any minute. Only the rancher and Wind seem to be keeping awake enough to talk to Sun and the other settlers, Goose long since having left the discussion to set his big boots on the table and listen in, only throwing out the occasional comment that has Sun blowing out her cheeks and rolling her eyes as they glitter with stifled laughter.

It’s downright homey.

Legend curls up tighter. Call him a crybaby, but he wants to go home.

It’s over sooner than later, but not soon enough, and as Time and Goose exchange snarky quips, both dragging their friends and brothers over to some of the spare beds, Legend has given up self-soothing to curl in on himself. He’s still wet, still cold, and by now the damp on his face isn’t from the rain they came in from a couple hours ago. He’s exhausted and he really wants to pass out, but he’s too sore and distracted and that itself is enough to make his eyes water in frustration as his ringer fingers dig into his arms hard enough to leave bruises.

He hardly registers when something brushes against his boot, but then something warm is pressed to his cheek and the vet darts back in surprise and fear at the sudden sensation eyes wide as they stare up to meet twinkling blue.

Sun is as warm as her name and her eyes twinkle like the night sky itself, full of light and life and hope that Legend hasn’t seen on the face of any living being ever. “Hey,” the goddess incarnate hums softly, like she’s approaching a particularly skittish remit, head cocked and hand extended cautiously, “You okay there, little hero?” Her voice is warm, rich and deep in a way he hadn’t expected but that somehow suits her better than the voice he’d imagined his comrade’s fiancé to have.

He blinks up at her, startled, mind empty as Hylia herself stands over him with concern in her blue eyes.

This... is weird.

The goddess tilts her head softly, golden hair brushing over her rosy cheeks charmingly as thin brows pull together in a light frown that makes him feel guilty for being its cause. “Are you alright?”

The hand reaches out again, and he has to try hard not to shiver as it presses against his brow again, impossibly warm and gentle and...

“You don’t seem to have a fever.” Hylia herself hums softly, scooching closer with worry glimmering in her gaze, hand pulling back at his continued grimace. “Hey.” His ears flicker slightly at the call as the woman before his ducks her head to be closer to his eye level. “Is something wrong? Are you-” royal blue widens as the woman reaches out yet again, stopping herself inches away as he flinches back. “Are those tears?” She whispers softly, but the question isn’t directed at him, so he avoids her gaze and shuffles in on himself again.

He expects that Hylia- Sun? - will back away, will wander back to her bed with furrowed brows and a shaking head as she dismisses the sorry bundle of self-pity sitting in the corner from her mind. He’s expecting a heavy sigh and the rustling of fabric as she pushes up and away. He’s expecting the chill that travels down his spine at the thought of sitting alone while the others curl up in their shared beds. He doesn’t expect the warm hands that settle on his back as toned arms wrap loosely around him, golden hair drifting into his vision as warmth spread through at every place that the goddess incarnate’s skin pressed against him.

He doesn’t expect the sob that rises in his throat either, or the desperate clutch onto the woman’s blouse as he silently begs her not to let go.

“You’ve been sad for a long time, haven’t you?” Rich tones whisper softly into his ears as one hand rubs up and down his back. “I’m sorry.”

Tears prick at his eyes again and when the woman pulls him forwards, he doesn’t resist as he’s pulled up into her lap, strong arms wrapping tight around him as a golden-head rests against his own. He hardly knows Sun, but he hardly cares right now as warmth surges through him from where he’s tucked in her arms, and even if his back is cramping up and his fingers are sore from how tight they’re holding her blouse, even if he’s flushed and embarrassed and blubbering, he doesn’t care, because the empty cold inside of him isn’t as heavy, and the heavy weight on his chest has lifted enough for him to breathe.

“Hush,” The goddess breathes against his ears. “Let it all out, little chick.”

Sobs stutter in his throat as long fingers rub against his back, a light hum filling the silence between gasping sobs as the goddess's own ballad drifts through the air, the notes of Zelda’s lullaby lilting through the melody as Sun rocks gently in place, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head as he continues to soak her in rainwater and tears.

They stay like that he doesn’t know how long, long enough that he’s sore and his eyes are puffy and his throat aches and everything is sore and darkness tints his vision as he sags in the arms that hold him. The Goose man’s voice rumbles something nearby, and Sun whispers something back, hands buried in his hair and brushing through it with delicious care as he lets the world fade from his mind. Briefly, he registers being shifted, lifted maybe as Sun continues to sway and sing. Numbly, he recognizes something warm being pressed to his lips and something warm and soothing trickling down his raw throat as he nuzzled closer to the damp fabric of Sun blouse. He’s past shame now, too tired to care how childish or ridiculous he may look as he revels in the touch, the gentle, goddess blessed touch of warmth that presses in around him and smothers the cold in his bones. Th empty cave in his chest is glowing softly with light, even as darkness washes over him and his eyes fall shut.

The goddess’s ballad- lullaby? - is the last thing he registers before the world fades.

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rebrandedbard · 3 years

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If you’re still doing the sentence prompts I’d love to see either 46 or 9 with geraskier

Ooo nice choices! Since there were two requests for number 9, I’ll answer it on this one so that anon and @itiswhatis-andwhatitisisgay both get the alert. Keep a sharp eye, anon! I’ll do 46 for you next!

9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

WC: 1371

Jaskier’s Champion

Added a younger Ciri into the mix because my immediate thought was that the phrase sounded like an upset toddler crying. Decided Ciri was going to be Jaskier’s little bitty champion and come to defend him from her mean dad.

“It isn’t funny!” Ciri wailed, stomping her little foot in the snow. “It isn’t funny!” she repeated, pushing at Geralt’s legs as if her tiny arms had enough strength to move him. Her face was boiling red and streaked with tears, a bit of snot dribbling from her nose. Geralt tried to bend down to wipe it away, but she batted at his hands, crying out in rage, “No, no no!”

“But Ciri—”

“Go a-way!” she screeched. “It isn’t funny!”

When he tried reaching for her again, she picked up a handful of powdery snow and threw it at him. “Go! Right now!”

Jaskier put his hands on her shoulders. “Now, Ciri,” he entreated. “It was only a little prank, and Geralt apologized already. Nobody was hurt. It was only a bit of fun—nothing but a playful tease. Perfectly harmless.”

“No-o-o-o!” she cried once more, long and piercing. “We don’t want you!”

Geralt winced, looking at Jaskier with a desperate plea in his eyes.

Jaskier shrugged over the top of the hysteric tyke’s head. “She may be no more than a baby, but she has the sense of justice of a morally-staunch old woman.”

He sneezed, startling Ciri, who turned to Geralt with a glare of pure scorn.

“Bless him,” she demanded.

Geralt held his handkerchief out to Jaskier instead. “Bless you,” he sighed obediently.

Ciri reached up on her tip-toes and snatched the handkerchief away, tossing it back at him. She pulled a little hanky of her own from her cloak and handed it to Jaskier in its place. Then, with a sniff, she turned and started pushing Jaskier toward the stables. “Let’s go,” she said, picking up her little knapsack. She struggled, dragging Jaskier’s pack once more through the snow. She made it another two feet from the inn door before she had to stop and catch her breath.

“Cirilla, little cub, I really don’t think this is necessary for a simple—”

“It is nec-ess-ar-y!” she insisted. “He pushed you. He pushed you in and you got sick.”

They’d had a little play-fight in the snow four days ago, happy as a pack of puppies set loose to romp. Towards the end, Geralt had crept up behind Jaskier and pushed him into a snowbank, unaware of the duck pond that lay hidden beneath. Jaskier had come sputtering to the surface, soaked through, and it was a half hour’s walk back to the inn. He’d caught a chill before they could get him warmed up, and for three days after, he’d been resigned to his bed.

Ciri had been frightened, asking over and over if Jaskier was going to die—a question that, when first asked, had doubled Geralt over in laughter. Her little green eyes had been so huge and sincere. He just couldn’t help himself. Ciri hadn’t let him come near Jaskier since.

“It isn’t funny,” she mumbled again, as if she could see the memory playing over in Geralt’s mind. And perhaps she could. She had a touch of magic in her.

“It isn’t funny,” Geralt agreed. He knelt down to eye-level to speak with her. “And I’m sorry I laughed. I would be very sad if anything should happen to Jaskier.”

Jaskier smiled at that, slightly smug. Oh would you now? he seemed to say.

Geralt glanced up at him with a look that told him to behave, then reached out to pick up Jaskier’s wet bag. She grunted at him, but he ignored her, heading towards the stables. He began to strap on Roach’s saddle and tied Jaskier’s bag to the side, speaking slowly as he did.

“So you’ve decided to leave me behind. Where are you going?”

“Not your business,” Ciri huffed, refusing to look at him.

Geralt hummed. He caught an anxious look from Jaskier, but simply reached out and took his lute case, tying it to the saddle next. “Your uncles will be waiting for you at home; they promised you plenty of presents for Yule this year. But I’ll be there too. Perhaps you’d rather go to Oxenfurt with Jaskier. There would be lots of parties in store for you, and the groundskeeper’s dog will be having her litter soon. Maybe they’ll give you a pup.”

Ciri frowned as Geralt took her knapsack and tied it with the rest. She hesitated a moment, then held her head up and said, “Oxfurt.”

“Then you’ll need coin for your travels.” He pulled a pouch from his belt and put it in her hands. “Here. This ought to be enough to put you up in a cozy room on the way. Make sure you don’t walk too much. Jaskier still needs his rest. And feed him lots of soup, understand?”

Ciri looked between Geralt and the pouch. She turned to look up at Jaskier, too confused to remember her temper. When she turned back to Geralt, he had Roach’s reins in hand.

Geralt looked down at her and asked, “Can I come close enough to bid Jaskier goodbye?”

Ciri gripped the little purse tight in her hands. She looked between the two of them, the hint of a pout beginning to form on her lips. Her face was becoming red again as if she were trying very hard to hold something in.

So Geralt leaned over her head and gave Jaskier a kiss. Jaskier blinked in surprise as Geralt gave his face a cheeky pat, then Geralt was off, leaving Roach’s reins in his shocked hands. “Goodbye!” he called, pack slung over his shoulder. “Take good care of Jaskier for me, Ciri.”

Then Ciri was crying, chasing after him with a heartbroken wail.

“Don’t go!” she sobbed, latching onto his leg.

Geralt tried to suppress a smile, hiking up his burdened leg to take one last performative step. “You don’t want me,” he said.

“No!” she cried again, hugging his leg even tighter as the tears rolled down her face.

“You do want me?”

“No-o-o-o-ho-ho-o-oh!”

Despite her unintelligible responses, Geralt turned and dropped his bag, sitting on the frozen ground. The moment he was within reach, Ciri threw herself at him. She beat his chest with her tiny fists, then wrapped her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. He hugged her, wrapping her in his cloak to keep warm.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” she shouted.

Geralt nodded. He pet her hair, shushing her gently. “I promise.”

“No leaving! Ever!”

“What,” Jaskier asked, “was that all about?”

He stood towering over Geralt with his hands on his hips. His face was flushed, far too flushed to blame on the cold, and he was looking at Geralt with his sternest no-nonsense expression.

Geralt smiled innocently. “I was doing as I was told. Seemed to work out well.”

“Not that,” Jaskier said. “The whole—!” He gestured a circle around his face, then flicked his hands at Geralt, eyes landing on his lips. He cleared his throat and looked away, flapping his hand in an empty motion. “That.”

“The kiss?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier huffed. “Yes, that.”

“Hm.”

“Oh-ho-ho, no! Don’t you ‘hm’ me! We are talking about this one, Geralt.”

Geralt chuckled, offering Ciri his handkerchief. “Ciri doesn’t like when you’re sick,” he said.

“And?”

“And I don’t like seeing you sick either.”

“But what has that got to do with—”

Ciri wiped her eyes and tugged at Geralt’s cloak. “Did you kiss him better?” she asked.

“Yes, princess,” Geralt replied. “He’s all better now.”

“Then you can stay.”

Geralt picked Ciri up and put her in Roach’s saddle as the realization crept over Jaskier. He turned to take the reins back once more, winking at Jaskier. “Unless you think he needs another kiss, Ciri,” he added casually.

Jaskier scrambled after them, eyes lighting up with excitement. “I need a—!”

“I need a kiss better,” she said, holding out her hands.

Geralt craned up and kissed her cheek before instructing her to hold on tight to the saddle horn. They were only two days away from Kaer Morhen. There would be plenty of time to kiss it all better once Ciri was in the care of Uncle Eskel and Uncle Lambert. They had all winter.

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savemesomenachos · 3 years

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Repost: Tags not working

Request: Okay now I kinda want a part 3, where Stucky are feeling better and they ruin the reader completely. And at the end the reader sneezes and they're all like oh no we dead now, with slight protective stucky jumping into action and babying the reader. Is that something you could write? Idk if you do smut, but Yee💕

I love how this had become a three part fic *cue squeal*✨

Enfin !

AN: I couldn’t get the damn tags to work the first time, so I had to delete and post all over again. ENJOY!!!

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Soft SMUT (Heavy making out, oral – F receiving, double penetration, anal sex)

Word Count: 1628

18+, DNI

Y/n’s POV:

“Baby, wake up!” a voice, distinctly Bucky sounded in my ear. A groan escapes my mouth and I roll over to cuddle farther into the sheets.

“Come on!” he whines, pulling the sheets off me completely. My eyes squint against the light and blearily open to reveal Bucky and Steve sitting on either side of me with a thermometer in hand.

“The fever’s gone,” Steve says as he leans in to kiss my forehead.

“What he really means is,” Bucky says while throwing a mock glare in Steve’s direction “that we can have sex!”

“You told me you’ll wait till I tell her Buck.”

“But you were taking so fucking long punk. I couldn’t wait.”

“Boys!” my raspy voice makes the both of them turn their heads to look at me. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth. Until then, I want you to warm each other up for me, ok?” I ask as I slip of the bed with a sultry look in my eyes. Their jaws drop while I giggle and race to the bathroom.

When I’m done, I tiptoe out and catch them ridding each other of their clothes. As I make my way to the bed, I strip my pyjamas and bra off. When I reach the foot of the bed, I stand and stare at them waiting for them to realize that I’m there.

Steve extends an arm in invitation and impatiently, like it’s gonna disappear, I grasp it and he pulls me in between them both.

My head falls back against Steve’s chest as Bucky peppers kisses on my neck. My chest rises and falls heavily with every breath I draw and Bucky seems to love how breathless he seems to make me. His smirk widens when Steve’s fingers graze my throbbing clit through my soaked underwear.

“Already soaked, peaches?” Bucky coos as he sits on his legs and leans forward to lap at my hard nipple while tweaking the other with metal digits.

Steve chuckles against my ear at Bucky’s question before slipping my panties off completely, kissing a path down my spine with a hand firmly supporting the small of my back.

“Lie down baby,” Steve orders as he nudges me to lay my head on the pillow. I comply and immediately the both of them pulls my knees up to opposite shoulders.

They start to kiss and bite their way down my legs beginning at my ankle. As they approach the crux of my legs, they become more impatient.

They both lie down with their chest against the bed, their head between my legs and an arm across my waist, pinning me to the bed.

“You took such good care of us doll,” Steve whispers as he props himself on his elbows and presses his lips against my hipbone in a firm kiss.

“Our turn now peaches,” Bucky completes his sentence before he dives in to slurp greedily at my drenched pussy. His plump lips wrap around my clit and begin to suck while his cold knuckles graze my pussy lips.

Steve makes his way to my breasts, leaving a burning trail of bites in his wake. A large, warm palm cups my left breast as he wraps and arm around my waist to keep me steady against his continuous but not unwelcomed assault on my breast.

My hand shoots out to clutch the sheets in anticipation of the building orgasm as my eyes flit between both of them. Bucky chuckles at the sight and it sends a zap down my spine all the way to my clit.

I gasp and shift my hand to his hair instead. He moans at my white knuckled grip and his lips begin to suck even harder on my clit before he shifts his attention further south and his tongue enters my pussy.

My back arches and my breast is pushed further into Steve’s mouth. He bites at my nipple in retaliation and angles his head to catch my lips in a sloppy kiss. His tongue makes its way into my mouth and a moan gets caught in my throat.

My hand wraps around his neck to pull him closer into me but he only laughs in amusement. A whine bubbles at my throat when I feel Bucky’s fingers caressing the opening of my pussy. After only a moment of teasing, his fingers finally slot themselves inside me.

I brace myself on my elbows so I can catch a glimpse of Bucky devouring me. Steve slots behind me and his cock grazes my back with each miniscule movement.

My grasp on Bucky’s hair tightens to the point where I think I might’ve pulled some out but in the heat of the moment, neither of us seemed to care.

Nothing but the impending orgasm seemed to matter. Bucky’s fingers scissor faster and harder, his lips suck harder and faster. My back arches and my thighs tremble as my orgasm washes over me in waves. I would’ve been swept away if not for Bucky and Steve’s grounding presences.

“Come here,” I command as I pull Bucky’s smirking face closer to my heated and flushed one. I crush our lips together in a heated kiss as Steve’s lines kisses on the column of my neck. It’s all tongue and teeth with no signs of stopping until Bucky shifts on one side of me and Steve, the other.

Their hands run all over my body and mine all over theirs. Bucky pulls away with a smug little smile and runs his cock through my folds while Steve runs his all over my ass.

I groan as rock against the both of them. My fist wraps around Bucky’s member first and I sink his cock into my waiting pussy. We both sigh at the feeling before I feel Steve’s cock twitch at the lack of attention. His saliva coated fingers prod at my hole and he enters one with the greatest care. Bucky’s impatient whine pulls a raspy chuckle from me.

“Patience baby, Steve has to catch up,” I whisper as I lean forward to distract Bucky and flutter my walls around his throbbing member.

“Fuck!” he growls but stops moving anyway. Steve has already got to three fingers and is now spitting all over his cock.

I throw a pleading glance over my shoulder and Steve immediately relents. His cock presses into my tight opening and I gasp at the pressure. His arm wraps around my waist and his head rests between my shoulder blade in silent support.

Slowly but steadily, he presses in further while my eyes shut against the intense pleasure and only open when he’s flush with my back.

Bucky takes that as his cue to move and he slowly begins to rock against my front. “Bucky!” I moan as his cock immediately and punishingly starts to ram into my g-spot.

As I start to relax into the movements, Steve moves. Slowly at first but then to a point where his goal is clear. They both move with purpose and precision, their thrusts never faltering, knowing what to expect every time we have this dance. They know my body, in and out. They know it like no other and they know exactly which string controls which movement and which sound.

We’ve had this dance too many times for them to not know. They could do it blindfolded now. Their thrusts now sharper, graze against the spot that makes me cry and I tumble into bliss. Supernovas burst against my eyelids as they release their seed inside of me.

Suddenly, I feel another sensation build, different this time. It tickles my eyes and my nose and my stomach clenches. Almost instantaneously, I sneeze.

The movements around me freeze while I only process in shock. A laugh makes its way into my mouth and I fall face first into Bucky’s chest. With the both of them still wrapped around me, I feel their laughs reverberate through my chest and my heart warms.

“I think we gave you the bug honey,” Bucky says as he mouth at my neck.

“Guess you did,” I say, nuzzling my suddenly red nose in Steve’s neck.

“I’m gonna go run a hot bath,” Bucky declares, half out of bed already.

“Come on,” Steve says as he tucks an arm under my knees and one around my shoulders. My arms wrap around his own for support, as he carries me into the adjoining bathroom where Bucky throws a bath bomb into the tub.

Steve deposits me on the counter as the water fills the tub and the sweet scent of lavender envelops us. I walk over to Bucky and with his support, climb into the warm, lavender scented water. Steve undertakes the responsibility of lighting some candles before joining us.

“I’ll make some soup for you later on,” Steve whispers as he scrubs the loofah over my shoulders.

“Mhmm,” I hum in content as my muscles relax against his diligent hands.

“We tire you out?” Bucky asks with a smirk pulled across his lips.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that,” I whisper, pulling him into my chest and pressing a kiss to his wet hair.

“I love you,” I breathe in the silence of the room. Steve’s arms tighten around me and Bucky presses a soft kiss to the top of my breast.

“We love you too honey,” Steve says as he pulls the both of us into either crook of his arms.

“Round 2?” Bucky mumbles questioningly as me and Steve share an amused look.

“Sure Buck,” Steve says which makes Bucky’s head snap up.

“Really?”

“No!”

“At this rate, I’m gonna die with the lack of sex”

“Nobody dies from lack of sex, jerk.”

“I might.”

‘Bucky, I love you but shut up.”

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

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You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

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pigeonp0st · 3 years

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could u do nat taking care of r when r gets sick (pretty please i beg of u)? preferably lots of cuddles 🥺🥺

idk i just love soft!nat 🥺

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #5

Words: 1,689

Warnings: none?

Notes:

I didn’t really like how this one turned out but i’ve finally decided that staring at it in my drafts with disappointed isn’t gonna make it any better...so here it is. Thank you for requesting, and sorry for spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

———

It started with a cold. Just a couple of sneezes, a runny nose, and a sore throat...the usual.

It started out with you trying your best to hide it. Hide the sickness. That plan went under the moment Natasha heard you sneeze during training... she had you confessing to your sins much too quickly.

Suffice to say she immediately kicked you out of the training area with demands to take some medicine.

So she was the first to realize that you were sick, and she was the first to realize you were getting worse instead of better. She’d pester you endlessly when you wouldn’t want to talk about it, and watch over you like a hawk.

It was sweet, but you also didn’t think it was necessary. You were sure you’d be fine in three or so days.

How wrong you were.

When you wake up with a 103° fever for the third day in a row it has you layed in bed for the whole day groaning about the inequalities of the world, and begging Natasha not to get a doctor for the 100th time.

You were fine. Totally fine.

Natasha watches you with a mix of amusement and concern from the corner of the room and suggests, gently, that maybe you’re not.

You peak over your covers to glare at her in something like betrayal. “I’d be fine if you’d stop pacing and come cuddle with me.”

She seems to think about her options for a long moment and right when you think she’s going to reject you she relents with a heavy sigh and gets into the bed.

She’s so blissfully cold it has you snuggling into her side immediately, both to warm her up and use her as your own personal ice pack.

“You’re burning up,” Natasha whispers, but she pulls you closer to her—like somehow if she’s close enough she can absorb some of your pain and make you feel just that little bit better. “If your fever rises even a little bit we’re going to the doctors, okay?”

She’s concerned and worried, and even though a stranger fussing over you is the last thing you want you know you have to give her this.

As soon as you nod your head in agreement some of the tension seeps out of her body, much to your relief. As ridiculous as it is, you’re worried about her worried about you—if that makes sense.

“Around 100,000 people died from the flu in 2019,” Natasha mumbles against your forehead. She adds quietly after a moment, “just in case you were wondering.”

You were not wondering. What the fuck.

“Nat...that statistic is mostly old people.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees, “you’ll be fine.”

And despite your body's protest, and how much of a pain it is to pull away, you do, just so you can give Natasha an incredulous look so she knows just what you think about what she’s doing right now.

Her face is unexpectedly vulnerable when you see it. She isn’t trying to bother you...she’s just…she’s worrying herself crazy.

“Nat,” you sigh, ready to embark on the most comforting and articulate speech you can think of, but a sudden fit of coughs has you turning away hurriedly to muffle your face in a pillow.

When your lungs finally decide to stay in your body for now, and Natasha stops rubbing your back, you’re too tired to try and comfort her, so instead you mumble, on the verge of sleep, “if I die; just know I love you.”

Which, in hindsight, probably doesn’t help much.

But she doesn’t sound worried when she replies, just exasperated and fond. “I love you, too.”

———-

When you wake up again it’s to a bunch of kisses and beautiful red hair.

“Stop attacking me,” you grumble, trying to push her away, but you're not able to hide your smile. God, you love your badass (soft) girlfriend.

“Look who's not dead!”

Remembering your last words to her before you went to sleep has you finally opening your eyes and giving Nat a sheepish smile. Oops. “Look who really wants to get sick…”

“My immune system is stronger than yours,” Natasha scoffs, shoving both your medicine at you and a bottle of water.

“Asshole,” you mumble, moving to open the medicine bottle only to get stopped by a hand on your wrist. “What?”

“You need to eat first.”

Thus, starts the trip towards death.

————

“Oh my god, how much farther is it…”

Your fever is finally down and back to safer levels so naturally Natasha has insisted that you’re able to go to the kitchens yourself and sit outside to eat.

You need fresh air, she said.

The room is getting stuffy, she said.

It’ll be good for you, she said.

What a fucking devil.

“You’re literally the most dramatic person to ever grace this earth,” Natasha tells you for only the millionth time since the journey began. “Maybe if you stopped sliding against the wall and crawling on the floor like you got shot three times we’d get there faster.”

“Maybe if you’d help me—”

“I tried! But apparently i’m ruining your image.” She rolls her eyes when she says that, then turns away to grin like she thinks you won’t notice.

You’re a whipped idiot who's decided to make a complete full of yourself and waste what little energy you have just to get your girlfriend to laugh, and to prove to her that you’re doing better.

You’re definitely going to regret this later, but now, in the moment; This is totally worth it. No doubt.

————

Wanda is in the kitchen.

As soon as you see her you straighten up and stop leaning on the wall (and limping). Natasha laughs next to you when she notices.

“You’re doing better, Y/N?” Wanda asks, glancing over you before returning back to the soup she’s making. For you. She’s making soup for you.

You adore her. She’s your favorite person, she’s—

“Not your girlfriend,” Wanda interjects, amused, “and doing this as a concerned teammate, and because your girlfriend asked.”

“Yes, well I love you anyways. Your cooking has gotten very good,” you say, shooting her a grin while you practically bounce to the dining chair, in stark contrast to the way you were dragging yourself down the halls.

Natasha does a good job at trying to not look confused, but she clearly is. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Wanda informs her before you get the chance to.

“Favorite person for making you soup?” Natasha asks once Wanda’s done relaying your thoughts. She narrows her eyes at you then. “Not the person who has been taking care of you since you became an avenger, not the person who—”

“It’s very good soup, Nat.”

“Very,” Steve agrees from the living room.

Natasha sighs, takes a sniff of the soup, and resigns herself to the facts she’s faced with. “Yeah...it is.”

——-

“Close your mouth,” Natasha orders, tapping your chin. You listen, waiting patiently for the beep of the thermometer to signal it’s done.

When it does, Natasha pulls it back to study it. There’s a small lapse of anxious silence before Natasha reveals the results. Then...“Ninety-Nine. You’re officially a healthy woman.”

And with that, you’re finally free of the bed rest and able to walk the halls as a newly restored human being.

“I’m free,” you shout, tackling Natasha onto the bed and kissing her all over her face, completely overjoyed. “Natasha, I survived!”

You survived. It only took an exhausting week. When your fever went down a couple of days ago it spiked to 105° a bit after and you were sure you were going to suffocate in Natasha’s worry because of it. You had to go to the medical room...it was awful.

But now Nat laughs, and laughs, and then pulls you into a tight hug to stop all of the kissing. She seems to be unburdened and lighter now that she finally has the numbers she’s wanted.

“Loving you as much as I do is really just living in this constant state of worry and fear,” Natasha says when you’ve both settled down. “I do not like things being out of my control,” she admits, kissing the crown of your head. “Especially when it involves my heart.”

“Your heart,” you repeat, curious. “Is that what I am?”

“Ignoring the worry and fear part?” Natasha teases, quirking an eyebrow.

“We both know those feelings are accompanied with a multitude of good and beautiful emotions. I feel them too.”

Natasha smiles then, soft and gentle, and full of admiration. “Yes.”

You tilt your head. “Yes...what?”

“Yes, you are my heart. Or at least you feel like you are.”

At that, with a determination and seriousness that visibly shocks Natasha you say, “i’ll protect it. I’ll protect myself, and because you're mine also, I'll help protect you. Always.”

“Always,” Natasha agrees, her fingertips trailing across your cheek. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, embarrassed suddenly, “of course.”

————

“Are...are you serious?”

Natasha scowls into her tea and says nothing in response. This is fucking hilarious.

Your lovely girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so because the second she sees your face struggling not to laugh she begins glaring at you. “Don’t,” Nat warns. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

“I seem to recall you saying, and I quote, ‘my immune system is stronger than yours.’” You grin. “Oh how ironic this is.”

“I’m not sick—”

“Aw, but baby, the amount of tissues on the floor seem to be saying otherwise,” you gesture towards the growing pile, feeling absolutely no sympathy until Natasha glances at the pile with a sigh of defeat. She looks so small and sad covered in her pile of blankets...it simply won’t do. “Don’t fret, my love. I will take care of you, just as you took care of me,” you assure her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“First things first,” you tilt her chin up, “i’ll get Wanda to make you some soup so you can take some medicine.”

“I hate the world,” Natasha grumbles, mumbling some curses in russian.

“I love you, too.”

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chitsangenthusiast · 3 years

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can i get an uhhhhh zukka fluff number 10?

me, walking in two days late with a venti caramel flat white: hey lol

(sorry for this lateness! i wasn’t expecting to be so exhausted after irl stuff this weekend BUT in my defense you did give me the hair braiding prompt so. really. ofc it was gonna get out of hand and need more time lmaooooo rip)

i hope you enjoy!!

the prompt: "stop moving and let me braid your hair"

"Ugh, I’m so going to get sick. This sucks.”

Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.

“I woke up sick and you woke up next to me. Hate to break it to you, love, but it’s going to happen regardless," he states, then elbows him again when Sokka moans in sorrow. “You're such a baby. Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“Bossy,” Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husband’s thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.

(the full ficlet under the cut!)

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The sound of his husband’s footsteps has Sokka turning—and he’s met with the sight of Zuko already glaring at him before he can even properly raise a judgmental brow.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed?” he asks anyway, and rolls his eyes in amusement when Zuko petulantly crosses his arms with an annoyed sniff.

And then sniffs again, harder, in a useless attempt at clearing his clogged nose.

“I heard Izumi,” he says, and immediately has to cough a few times into his elbow to try to smooth down the dry, painful rasp in his throat.

Sokka just snorts, and doesn’t come closer.

Instead, he repositions their daughter so that her sleepy face can be better seen across the room. Covered in her favorite blanket and wrapped tight around her dad’s shoulders, she looks exhausted. Her eyes only barely open from being jostled around, acknowledging her baba’s presence before slipping shut again with a small whine, and Zuko’s pulse can’t help but trip over the sickly flush on her own cheeks or the tiny wet coughs she occasionally lets out. He quickly steps into the room toward her.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?”

Sokka’s derisive tone stops him from getting too far. It’s softer, not it’s usual brash volume in an effort to be gentle on Izumi’s ears (and Zuko’s headache), which means it’s also entirely ineffective.

Zuko stares hard at him as he determinedly makes his way over, and Sokka lets out a loud groan.

“Hon, you’re sick! Get back in bed!” he tries again, this time in mounting horror when Zuko starts to get close, and he quickly pivots so that her body is blocked from view by his own. “She doesn’t need any more of your germs!”

“It’s just a cold, Sokka. Don’t be ridiculous,” Zuko scoffs—then has to cough into his elbow again before he can continue. He ignores the exasperated look he gets. “It’s just colds for both of us. Let me see my daughter, she’s not going to get any sicker if I’m around her.”

“Alright, well, you just saw her,” Sokka shoots back. He still hasn’t moved Izumi back into Zuko's line of sight, in case he tries to reach out and take her from his arms. “Now go lay down until I can come take care of you next.”

The complaint is heavy but without heat, and it makes Zuko finally look up at him with a frown. This close, he can see the clear exhaustion on his husband’s face; Izumi had come to his bedside early in the morning, sniffling and tearfully frustrated from not feeling well, so Sokka has been the one up with her all morning, alternating between taking care of her and passing along messages to the attendants about Zuko’s cancellations for the day since, naturally, he also woke up sick. He’s only half-dressed for work, with scruff still on his jaw and his hair draped over the shoulder that Izumi isn’t resting on, and Zuko’s mouth twists in quiet guilt.

“Your hair’s not done,” he blurts out, knowing better but too tired to think of a better way to phrase it, and Sokka grumps at him.

“Yeah, well, between a fussy sick husband and a poor little one who refused to be put down all morning—” here, he drops a quick kiss on Izumi’s head and rubs a sympathetic hand up her back— “I haven’t really had the time to put it up for the day yet.”

Zuko cuts a glance to the clock. “Don’t you have a meeting in an hour?”

He winces at Sokka’s hard sigh.

“I’ll just—” Suddenly, Izumi lets out a big sneeze, quickly followed by an agitated cry, and Sokka shifts her around so that she’s better cocooned in his arms as he starts to sway a little to calm her. “I’ll get to it eventually. Or I’ll just show up like this and guilt everyone into doing what I want. Could be a good tactic actually, I think some of the committee members are parents who would empathize.”

“Let me do it for you.”

Sokka immediately steps away from him with a deep frown. “Nope, keep your sick hands away from me. I’m the only one left!”

“I won’t get you sick,” Zuko snaps, and doesn’t care about Sokka’s complaining as he drags him over to the couch to gently push him down into the cushions. Izumi fusses, wiggling against her dad’s hands so that she can pull away from his shoulder—then does a hard tilt over, startling both of her fathers as she dives into the pillow right next to Sokka’s leg.

“Izumi!”

As soon as her head hits the cool fabric, she lets out a happy, relieved noise and snuggles down into it. Her blanket comes up tighter around her shoulders, her feet shuffle around slightly in Sokka’s lap as she works to get comfortable, and she doesn’t even bother giving either of her dads the time of day before closing her eyes to try to find sleep.

Zuko promptly plops down next to his husband, shocked and a little woozy. “She’s not allowed to hang out with Toph anymore.”

“Does she think she’s an earthbender, just falling back like that without a care?” Sokka quietly seethes back in agreement. One of his hands comes down to wrap around her ankle as he lets out an explosive sigh, and he drops his head heavy against the back of the couch. “The two of you are going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Zuko pouts. “I haven’t even done anything yet today.”

“You’re out of bed when I told you not to be,” Sokka fires back, then quickly leans away when he notices the hands reaching out for his hair. “Ugh, I’m so going to get sick. This sucks.”

Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.

“Bossy,” Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husband’s thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.

The sight makes Zuko press a tiny kiss into the braid. “You know, I missed getting my ‘good morning’ kiss from you.”

Sokka immediately snorts. “Izumi got all my kisses this morning, sorry babe. I’ll give you one when you can finally breathe through both nostrils again.”

“Too long,” Zuko complains back, as he finishes off one of the braids. With Izumi half draped over his lap, Sokka will likely only be able to wear the two on his right side today since Zuko can't really get to the other side of his head, so he moves to start pulling his hair up into a wolf tail.

Sokka hums, and looks over with an sad, wistful smile. “Yeah, I can agree with that.”

With his hair held up in a fist, Zuko can now see the bare stretch of his husband’s neck, along with the dark fuzz of hair on his scalp that will need to be shaved at some point. He spends more time than necessary trying to catch any flyaways, sliding his hand up and around his head just so he can relish this moment of touch, and smiles at the quiet sigh he receives.

“I love you,” Sokka murmurs, one hand still on their daughter’s foot and the other rubbing light circles on his husband’s thigh. Zuko chuckles as he makes quick work of securing the wolf tail.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, and then leans in. He takes a moment, just a quick one, to press his warm forehead against Sokka’s skin—his body temperature does nothing too soothe, but Zuko’s spirits are still wonderfully lifted anyway—before pulling back to leave a lingering kiss on that same spot.

“There, without any worries of catching my cold.”

Sokka’s responding exhale is fulfilled, contented, and definitely whiny. Zuko drops another kiss there, just so he can appreciate the whining part again, then presses a few more along his hairline because the elated inhale he gets is too good not to be rewarded.

And then he keeps going, covering his husband’s head in little kisses as he loosely wraps his arms around his shoulders—only to be surprised into a long, firm kiss when Sokka suddenly (carefully, to not disturb a snoozing Izumi) twists around to pull him close. Zuko laughs into it, utterly pleased at finally getting what he’s wanted all morning, and curls around his husband as they indulge themselves in kiss after sweet kiss.

“You’re definitely going to get sick now,” he eventually mumbles into Sokka’s mouth, but he doesn’t pull away, and neither does Sokka.

He does let out a long-suffering laugh though, and lands a quick kiss on the space right between Zuko’s eyes. “Oh, I'm well aware, hon. Izumi kept blowing raspberries in my face earlier. Like I said, the absolute death of me.”

Still, the fingers that have found their way into Zuko’s hair push on the back of his neck anyway, beckoning.

Zuko grins, and dutifully falls back in to collect more of his husband’s kisses.

#sokka calling zuko hon/honey is something that can be so sweet <3 #when i tell you i've been thinking abt this prompt 24/7 #i lit ended up w three possible drafts and landed on this one bc it ended up as the /shortest/ one #also pls forgive any potential mistakes i only edited this once bc i'm v tired rn lol #zukka #zuko #sokka #izumi #dadko #dadka #my writing #ask #littlespoonsokka

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justreadingfics · 4 years

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 10)

Chapter Summary: What a day.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 7.1k

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, confrontation, mention to past relationships that might’ve been a bit toxic, crying, laughing.

A/N: I know, I’m not a fast updater! Thank you all for the patience, and I hope you guys like this chapter. I feel like a should warn you about the level of angst that might be below your expectations, this is me trying to write a romantic comedy, guys, bear with me, lol! Thank you to my sweet Les for always having my back. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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“Will you marry me?”

Those words replay in your head while your limbs go slack. Eddie kneels before you, diamond ring in hands and an expectant look on his face. You just stare at him, unsure of what to say or even what to feel among the huddle of sensations inside you… until one of them suppresses the others and your parted lips shut right before your jaw clenches. Anger.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?”

Completely taken aback by your snap, the man before you flinches and his shoulders drop while the little box shuts when his hand does.

“I-I…” he tries.

“No,” you cut him off, “Seriously,” you swiftly get up from the sofa, and he follows, “You broke up with me after one year or so without properly touching me or even talking to me,” you scoff, shaking your head, “And now you come here and fucking propose after months apart? Fucking propose, Eddie?” You repeat yourself, narrowing your eyes at him, “What the hell are you even thinking? That I would swoon and run to your arms just like that?” You snap your fingers, “That I was here just waiting for this moment?”

The man seems completely startled and lost in front of you, but in your outrage, you don’t find in you to care one bit, “I know I messed up,” he finally speaks, “I know it’s all my fault, I was lost, but this?” he lifts the little box, “This is it, I’m not lost anymore.”

You sigh, running your hand over your face, you put on a calmer voice as the anger guiding your actions and words so far starts subduing, “Listen, I was crushed when you broke up with me, I should’ve seen it coming, maybe I should’ve tried harder when I noticed the distance between us-”

“That’s not true, baby -”

“Eddie,” you raise a hand to interrupt him, “Let’s try to be honest to each other here for once. If there’s something I’ve learned is that we can never do wrong by being honest.”

There’s a crease between his eyebrows as he takes in your words until he breathes in and nods.

“We weren’t ok by the end of our relationship, this time apart made me see that much clearly now. I may have turned a blind eye to it all, but that’s the truth. We weren’t communicating, we were just going with the flow, and that’s on us. Both of us.” Your lips tighten and he keeps his attention on you, “But now…Maybe you didn’t notice or maybe you’re the one turning a blind eye for it now, but don’t you see the timing for this proposal is, in the least, a little off?”

“What? Why?” He tilts his face while the crease on his forehead deepens.

You let out a breath and walk to the sofa. He follows you and you both sit down again. A true and honest conversation with Eddie has been long overdue and you don’t think it’s time to keep postponing it, “We are broken up for months and you’re proposing to me not even two whole days after seeing me close to someone else… after trying to hook up with a woman you’d been flirting and not being able to go through…”

The bone on his throat bobs as he gulps and looks down to his lap.

“You may say this was enough to make you see you were wrong about the breakup and for distancing yourself, but this can’t be enough for a decision like that.” You nod towards the little box in his hand, “Those four months maybe haven’t been what you expected to be for you…And to be honest, they weren’t exactly what I expected to be for me, either,” you falter, but keep your head straight.

His head snaps back towards you and he just observes you for a brief moment, like he’s reading you anew, “What do you mean?” he asks quietly.

You’re not sure what you should answer to that when not even you have a clear understanding of what this time apart really meant for you. Your lips tighten before you speak, “You keep saying I’ve changed, maybe I did, I don’t know.” You shrug. “All I know is that I can’t accept your proposal. For the sake of us, Eddie. We can’t right the wrongs of our relationship just jumping to that,” you add, hoping that he would understand you.

His head drops and he takes in a shuddering breath, making your heart heavy. Your hands turn into nervous fists on your lap. He is important to you, there’s no way to deny that. Weeks ago it’s possible you wouldn’t even think twice or even consider the problems in your relationship before accepting the proposal with all your heart. But now, like you said, something has changed, something that made you realize all the problems in the path you two drove your relationship to.

Not to say that, in the deepest of your mind, there’s a chanting of another man’s name, a quiet but persistent echo. Still, you keep it aside for later deliberation. Now you focus on Eddie, the man you planned to spend a life with and who is before you, offering you to do just that and hearing a rejection from you.

His eyes close before he looks back at you, “Ok,” he nods, “I’m not saying I agree with all of that, but I accept your decision,” he sighs and you give him a small smile, “This is yours, though.” He takes your hands and puts the little box in it, shutting it so you can hold it.

Your mouth falls open while your eyes rounds, “Eddie, no, I can’t-”

“Please,” he urges, dragging himself closer to you, “This is yours. It doesn’t change by the fact you said no. Regardless if we stay together or not, I want you to have it, please,” he pleads, keeping his hand around yours, squeezing the little box tight in your hold.

The abandonment etched on his face is what makes you swallow dry and give him a small nod while your chest heavies, “Ok,” you whisper, “But- but it doesn’t change anything, Eddie,” you make sure to add.

He smiles a breathy smile and withdraws his hand from yours, letting you keep the box while you pull your hand, “I know, it’s ok… Can I ask you one more thing, though?”

“Alright,” you agree.

“You said you don’t wanna jump to marriage, that it can’t right the wrongs of our relationship. But…is there a chance for us at something in the middle? I mean, is there a chance for us to work things out?”

Your eyebrows dart high on your forehead. The question causes a cold pinch in your stomach. You think about all the time you spent together, all the hopes and dreams, the struggles, the good and the bad… Right now, if you dig into yourself and your feelings, he may not feel like the obvious choice for you, but there was a time, not so long ago, that he was and it felt right. You have to respect that, don’t you?

“Listen Eddie,” you speak softly, after clearing your throat, “Maybe we can start by seeing each other more frequently?” Your forehead scrunches after you present your offer, not sure how he’s going to take that. “We can keep talking, not holding back on things we have to say to each other, being honest… We can try to be friends for now, or something like that? And then we see how it all goes?”

“Friends?” Eddie snickers, “We were never friends.” He lets out a skeptical snort.

You shrug, “We can try… I don’t know… All I know is I’m not ready for more now and I need some time to put my thoughts together, and I think you need that, too.”

After just looking at you for a second, he puts on a small smile and covers your hand with his, “Alright. All the time you need. But now, just… let me…”

You watch when he leans over and moves his lips close to yours. After placing a hand on the nape of your neck, he waits for a reaction of some sort, but when you offer none and just stares at him, he kisses you.

Your eyes shut after a few seconds. It feels weird and familiar at the same time if that even makes sense. There’s a longing behind the gesture, a longing that makes your heart beat a bit faster… An urge grows in you, a tingle, a crucial need to...

Pulling away, you quickly turn your face to the other side before covering your mouth with you forearm and setting free the sneeze that was bubbling inside you.

You sniff and, with a frown, turn to a comically taken aback Eddie, “Alright, if we’re going to be around and honest with each other from now on, I’m sorry but you’ll have to get rid of that damn perfume.”

“Really? But you loved that perfume.”

Your lips form a thin line and you raise an eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his face, “Oh…I guess you didn’t.”

~~~

After promising you the perfume wouldn’t be a problem anymore, Eddie leaves with the compromise of calling you for a coffee soon. You realize you two never really talked about the condo and you wonder if that has anything to do with him being sure you two would end up together again.

If that’s the case, you’re definitely not as sure as he is. And it’s an odd feeling, not being sure about Eddie anymore. Even when things were bad, you were always sure about him.

Finding yourself alone again, you drop your body on your couch. You’re damn exhausted. Tilting your head to the side, your gaze meets the little box over the center table. You reach for it and open the lid. Without the adrenaline from before, you take your time to observe it.

You take in the thin straight white gold band that leads to the halo which holds the round and small brilliant cut diamond. You smile as you can tell he was thinking of you when he picked that ring. It’s simple and beautiful, something that wouldn’t attract much attention to your hand, like most of your jewelry.

Eddie has never been that great with making conversation or opening up with you- and maybe a few other actions - but he always knew exactly what to gift you. He has always been thoughtful with your taste and personality.

Without thinking much, you put on the ring. You sprawl your hand before you and have to acknowledge that it fits perfect. You wonder how much it would make you feel special not much time ago…

Letting out a groan, you drop the little box on the floor in favor to reach for your phone in your jeans’ pocket. Your thumb hovers the name that’s been nagging at the back of your mind this whole time. Without giving yourself much time to think, you press on the name.

Bucky “Soft Tongue” Barnes.

A little smile curls your lips. You really need to change that.

The ringing tone resounds in your ear as your breathing quickens. Why just the mere thought of talking to Bucky is making you so damn nervous? You wait… and wait. When it goes to the voicemail, you quickly hang up.

That’s the very first time Bucky doesn’t pick up when you call. The small frown between your eyebrows softens at the thought that he’s probably sleeping. It’s Sunday after all.

You huff while you hold your phone against your chest with one hand and digs your fingers into your hair with the other. You stare at the white ceiling above you… Shit… what the hell are you even doing. Calling Bucky right after being proposed by Eddie? And why in the world does your mind keep insisting on the thought of Bucky and you feel the need to talk all about that morning with him, to listen to whatever opinion he might have on that, or anything else he might have to say?

And why does your heart jump so funny when you remember his face… that stupid perfect face… and his smile…

Fuck…

That probably has something to do with the last couple of days you spent with him. First, he was your rock at your party, making it easier for you to have fun, and then taking care of your drunk ass. Then the next day at Brooklyn… and the night after that. It did feel different… maybe more intimate...

But it’s just an impression... The man has always made himself crystal clear – which, by the way, so did you - that what you had was sex, incredible and mind-blowing, of course, but just sex. He has never wanted anything other than that, and you’re definitely sure Bucky Barnes isn’t cut out for what comes in a relationship beyond the sex.

Shifting your gaze to the ring on your finger as you still hold your phone against you, your relationship with Eddie comes to your mind, how you always did everything together, the decisions regarding life, work and everything else were taken together, the dreams and growth, the stability and familiarity…You also think about the arguments… the silence and distance, the loss of the spark and the excitement of being together, the times you ended up erasing your likes and dislikes to avoid confrontation…

With a will of its own, your mind then navigates to Bucky again and what you had together this last month. You can’t imagine him, in all his glorious bachelor lifestyle, engaging in a relationship like that, with all the strings and emotional weight that surely come with it and, by your experience, ends up killing all the fun. Do you still want a relationship like that, though? Of course there’s its positive side, but what about all the negatives that stubbornly resist any relationship?

Also… seriously? Bucky’s the first man who’s nice to you after your break-up… The second you’ve had sex with. Ever. You can’t be so pathetic to the point of having a no strings attached relationship with a guy and start thinking, because he’s nice and kind to you, because you suddenly feel like you shared a special weekend with him, that it could lead to something different than that.

You groan as it frustrates you to no end the thought that you’re so weak that maybe you can’t be your own person and perhaps need to always be engaged in some kind of relationship or emotionally attached to someone, no matter if you know them for ten years or a month.

If Bucky were there, he would probably say the right thing, about how you’re overthinking all of it and you’re just a couple of rabbits fucking majestically and enjoying each other’s company. He would also say that you two were too smart to trade that for something as boring and dull as love. A loose smile twitches your lips.

You don’t need to fall for him just because you’re having sex… Just because he’s the most handsome and sexy man you’ve ever seen… Because he’s amazing in bed, respectful, kind, smart, funny, strong, thoughtful…

Jesus…

Immersed in your conflicting feelings and thoughts of Bucky, of Eddie, of yourself… you have no idea of when you end up falling asleep on your couch, but the ding of your doorbell wakes you up in a startle, you squint and brush your hand over your face before reaching for your phone that has fallen over the carpet. Your eyes widen at the clock. You’ve been sleeping for a little more than a couple of hours. As the doorbell rings again, you spot five missed calls. All of them from Bucky. And after swiftly getting up and rushing to the door, that’s the man you find behind it.

“Hey-”

You don’t even let him start talking before pulling him in into a hug, circling your arms around his neck and nestling your head against him. You don’t even know why you’re doing this, but you love the warmth of him wrapping you up, and you love that he holds you back immediately, without questions or further talking.

You let out a deep sigh, before leaning away and smiling at him, which he mimics.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” he says back, gazing at you with a distinguish softness in his eyes and a small but beautiful smile on his lips. “I saw your missed call, I tried to call you back a few times and when you didn’t answer I thought maybe I should drop by,” he says.

“Good,” you breathe and turn, taking his hand and guiding him inside as he shuts the door with his foot behind him.

He pulls your hand, making you stop on your track and face him again. The softness from before gives place to a nervous little frown on his face, “I- I need to talk to you -”

”Eddie proposed to me.” You don’t know if it’s the little tremble on his voice, his very presence, or the fact that they were choking in your throat, but the information spills from your mouth unannounced.

The words catch on Bucky’s throat as he inhales sharply. He takes a step back at the same time his rounded eyes drop to your hand, which is still laced on his. The blood seems to vanish from his face.

You follow his stare and that’s when your eyes ball out because you realize you’re still wearing the ring. Acting by impulse, you take your hand away from his and move to pull the ring off your finger, “I-I didn’t say yes,” you quickly clarify, but the damn ring doesn’t budge even with your harsh attempts of taking it off and a desperate feeling lodges at the pit of your stomach because goddammit it had fit perfectly moments ago. You groan in sheer frustration, looking down and pulling even more forcefully, “I was just trying it on-I-“.

Gentle hands cover yours. Your mouth snaps shut and your hasty ministrations halts. You look up and take in the sight of his eyes on you. They are softer now and it calms you down, just like the light massaging circles he draws on your skin. A caress. While you keep your eyes on each other, he twirls the ring, which now moves with ease, and ever so slowly, he pulls it through the length of your finger, till it’s completely off of you.

Holding it with his thumb and index finger, he observes the shiny little jewel between the two of you, his expression unreadable, before he offers it back to you.

Like waking up from a daze, you’re quick to accept it and place it on the center table at your side.

“I told him this wasn’t the time to think about that...” you say, your voice coming out timid as you fidget with your fingers.

Bucky remains quiet, putting his hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression still on his face. He nods, though, for you to continue, “We talked a lot. He asked if we still had a chance and I said we should start off by seeing each other more, like friends or something like that, and then see what happens.” You purse your lips.

“Oh…” he mumbles.

You wait for him to say anything else, but he doesn’t. He just seems lost for speech and that’s news for you.

“It was a hectic morning,” you let out a nervous little laugh, “I called you because I kind of wanted to talk to you… I mean…What do you think?” You bite your cheek.

“Of what?” He blinks.

“All of that… The proposal, my answer…” your voice fails.

Bucky clears his throat before he nods, “Well… what more did he tell you exactly?”

You then pull him to sit on the sofa with you and you tell him everything Eddie had said right there on that same sofa, trying hard to not let any detail out. For some reason knowing what Bucky would have to say about that is all that matters to you right now.

“Hold on.” Bucky holds up both his hands as a crease appears between his eyebrows, “Are you telling me he decided to break up with you without even trying to work things out, really talk to you about whatever shitty crises he was going through and then comes here after four months of radio silence, right after seeing you close to me and after he tried to hook up with someone else?” He scoffs, shaking his head before getting up, turning his back to you.

You watch, still on your seat, as he runs a hand over his face, before you get up and puts a hand on his back, you’ve never seen him that agitated, “Bucky…”

He swiftly turns to you, gesticulating with his arms and hands as he speaks, “Sounds like this guy’s single life wasn’t exactly what he thought it would be and the moment he realized maybe it was going a lot nicer for you, he decides he better jump in again, that he’s ready and shit? Sounds like he still doesn’t know what he really wants and is taking a shot at you like some impulsive and jealous asshole. Fuck this guy,” he spits as his cheeks flush red.

His reaction takes you off course for a bit. He’s been always honest and straightforward with you, but you didn’t expect such an emotion outrage from him. You talked about Eddie many times with him and it was never like that, “I-I… yeah, I know, Bucky. I’m not blind to that, which is what I told him after he proposed.”

“And yet, you’re talking about starting to see him again,” he states and if he wanted to sound like an accusation you didn’t know, but it sure sounds like it.

“Bucky, it’s ten years,” you argue, not sure why this seems to be escalating to, not a fight, but at least a heated debate, “I can’t just erase this time and what it meant to me. That’s a great part of my whole adult life. We lived together, did everything together. I loved him. You have no idea what it’s like to have a relationship like that.”

His jaw clenches, before he gives his back to you. His head drops and he puts his hands on both sides of his waist.

You shift on your feet, wondering whether you have maybe crossed a line there. This kind of heat up interaction with Bucky is news and completely strange to you. But when you’re about to say something, you hear the low groan that come out of his mouth.

“A man who won’t even eat your pussy...” he shakes his head, utter exasperation on his voice.

Your jaw drops before a small gasp slips through your lips. You don’t take it as an offense or anything like that, because when he said it, it wasn’t in an accusing tone like before, let alone aggressive. It’s just like he’s genuinely confused by why you would have such consideration for a man who wouldn’t go down on you.

“Bucky,” you let out a breathy laugh, “What the hell is going on with you?” You tilt your head while he still has his back to you, “If I didn’t know you better I would say you were jealous.”

His head snaps up at your comment and he turns to face you. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth. There’s something of anguish on his eyes and the amusement in your face drops at his demeanor.

“That’s because I am,” he affirms, short of breath.

Your eyes widen for a second before you frown and your head shakes lightly with confusion, “What?”

“I’m jealous, ok? I’m jealous, that’s it.” His face reddens even harder as his voice raises and he gesticulates, indignation pouring out from him, “Your ex is a douche who didn’t appreciate what he had and now decides he can come here and fuck up with what we have?”

A shocked breath comes out of your lips, “What we have? Bucky, you were the first one to be sure our deal wouldn’t be exclusive, and that was fine by me. I talked about Eddie with you countless times and it was fine, I don’t get why you’re saying and acting like that now.”

“Yeah, I know all of that, but things change, I guess…shit.” He curses and covers his eyes with both hands and takes a few breaths before looking at you again, “I didn’t want to tell you like that,” he says in a softer way right before he clenches his teeth again, “But that jerk had to come here first…”

“Didn’t want to tell me what exactly, Bucky?” you question.

He looks at you for a second, the agitation slowly leaving his features before he walks over you and takes you by the hand to guide you to sit on the sofa again, “Listen,” he says, as you sit beside him, intently listening to him, “It’s been some time I’ve been feeling kind of weird towards you. Us, I mean.” He gulps, “A kind of feeling that confused the hell out of me for quite some time.”

“Ok…” Your heart races in your chest, but you still have no idea where this is going, so you decide to not say anything else and let him talk so maybe you can get a better grasp on what the hell is going on.

“You know this morning, when you picked up Eddie’s phone and said he could come over?”

Your eyes move away from his for a second, since you’re not exactly proud of the fact that you did tell Eddie to come over when he was still there, but Bucky said it himself it was ok… clearly it was not.

“We had just had an amazing day and night together and I was even more confused when I got out of here,” he continues, ”I needed to check something, to fully understand what was happening, so I called Amanda.”

“Oh… really?” A piercing ache bites on your chest at the information. Are you the one who’s jealous now? “Were you with her when I called you? That’s why you didn’t pick up?” You ask, trying not to let your unexpected feeling show, but you’re not sure whether you’re succeeding or not.

“Yeah,” he admits with a small nod.

The answer makes you flinch on your seat, “And you wanna talk to me about jealousy,” you scoff, crossing your arms in front of you, the annoyance slipping through your tone, “That’s really funny, Bucky, don’t you think?”

“But… I-I,” he seems lost for a moment, “Listen, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ never have, not gonna start now. I called her with the idea of having sex with her, yeah. Ever since I met you I hadn’t slept with anyone else and I thought that maybe that was the reason I was feeling so weird-“

“Wait…Really? You hadn’t been with anyone else?” You interrupt him, since the information piques your interest. Now that he mentions it, you have a vague memory of someone telling you that exact same thing at the party while you were too shitfaced to process the info. What an irony that the someone was precisely Amanda.

“No, and I still haven’t because I couldn’t even get it up,” he discloses with pure exasperation.

“What?” You lift both your eyebrows, “You couldn’t get it up?” You practically squeal, “Is that… is that even possible?” You reach over his forehead to check his temperature, “Are you ok?”

Taking your hand in his, he lets out a chuckle, but there’s no humor behind it, “I called her because I thought that if I hooked up with someone else, maybe things would be clearer or whatever. And they did.” He huffs, nodding down to his lower half, “The jerk down there decided to throw on my face something I think I’ve known for a while but had no idea what to make of it.”

He pauses and takes a few breathes, looking down as if he needs to gather some courage and you squeeze his hand, trying to provide him what he needs to keep talking. When he looks back at you, there’s a small reassuring smile on your face waiting for him and the next words he says bursts out from his lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence settles in the room. You still have your hand on his while he stares at you expectantly. You stare back at him. Something starts bubbling in your chest. It grows bigger and bigger till it runs up your throat and spurts from your lips in the form of a laugh. A big and hysterical one.

You let go of his hand to lightly push him on his shoulder, “Oh my God, Bucky,” you say, as tears form in the corner of your eyes of how much you’re laughing, “Only you can come up with a story like that to make me laugh now.” You point at him, “You finding out you’re in love with me because of a limp-dick.” You laugh even harder.

It's when you move to tap on his shoulder again that you focus on his face to see the lack of amusement on it. He has a sad and almost embarrassed gaze fixed on you as his lips form a frown.

The laugh dies on your lips.

“Oh…” you breathe, while realization finally comes to you, “You’re not kidding.”

He gives you a tight-lip smile.

“Oh…” you say again, any other word vanishing from your mind as you shift and lean back on your seat, staring ahead and away from him. Bucky has just said he thinks he’s in love with you.

Bucky…

In love with you…

“I know this wasn’t the ideal way and time to tell you, I know,” he starts talking in a hurry beside you, but you keep staring ahead, unable to move from your position, as a whole new bubble starts taking form in your chest and throat, taking over your senses, “And I know you didn’t expect that from me, hell, I certainly wasn’t expect that myself, but it just happened and I was confused, but I’m not anymore, I know what I’m feeling and… Y/N?” he suddenly interrupts his rambling, “Are you… are you crying?”

You turn to him again and see the widening of his eyes when he catches the evidence for his suspicion, “Yes,” you cry out, as tears run down unbidden your cheeks, “Yes, I’m crying, I’m sorry,” you hide your face in your hands.

“No, no, no, no, sweetheart,” he reaches over you, desperation etched on his voice as he wraps your shaking shoulder in a tight hug, “Please don’t cry… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…I don’t wanna see you like that. Please don’t cry.” His voice shakes, “Or I’m gonna cry, too.” And as if on cue, you hear the sniffles.

Burying your cheeks on his shirt, dampening the fabric with tears, you let yourself be hugged by him. And, just like that, you live the most pathetic scene of your life, two grown ass adults holding each other and sobbing like babies, without saying anything for God knows how many minutes.

You have no idea what has come over you, but hearing him saying that, right after being proposed by Eddie, after finding yourself with such conflicting thoughts and feelings, must have triggered something inside you.

When your shoulders stop shaking so much and the tears seem to give you two a truce, you lean away from him, “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say, wiping the wetness from the corner of your eyes with your fingers, “This was ridiculous, God… I guess it’s been an intense day…” you take in a shuddering breath.

“No, no,” He swipes the back of his hand on his cheeks, brushing out the wetness from there, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. Let’s forget all about it-”

“No,” you cut him off, “No, Bucky, it’s ok, I’m glad you told me,” you put some softness in your voice for the huge man who has just cried his eyeballs out with you, “But… Are you sure? I mean… it’s you.” Shrugging your shoulder, you gesture towards him with both your hands, “That’s not what you want, it’s against all of your life philosophy, your lifestyle.”

He chuckles and his gaze drops, before they’re on you again, “You know, I’ve never taken anyone else to that burger joint, I’ve never shown that picture to anyone and even less talked about my sisters… my mom... Then our night together, right here in your bedroom?” He points towards the room, “I’ve had tons, I mean, tons of sex my whole life, I don’t need to lie about that. But I never had a night like that with anyone else. That wasn’t just sex and I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

You’re entranced by his words and you feel yourself shrinking under the intensity of his gaze on you, of the sentiment that sweeps into his voice. There’s not a bone in you that makes you contradict what he’s saying. It was a special night. Moments ago, you were still daydreaming about it.

“I know it sounds weird coming from me,” he breathes, “I know everything I said and even bragged about before is coming to bite me in the ass right now,” his jaw tightens, ”But I’m certain of what I’m feeling… I think about you all the damn time, sweetheart… I look at you and I wanna laugh and cry all at once,” he scoffs, gesturing towards his reddened eyes, and you can’t help but to let out a breathy smile. “I’m in love with you,” he bores his gaze on you. “Fuck whatever I ever wanted before. I want you now.”

You take in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the air his words knocked out of your lungs. You’re in a loss for words. In all the scenarios you pictured for this deal of Bucky and yours - which weren’t that many, since you jumped in with the mindset of seizing the moment with him – you’ve never seen that one happening: him coming over to tell you he’s fallen for you. As much as his confession sparks something inside you, that’s so unlike him, that you need to be the voice of reason there.

“Bucky…” you call softly, putting your other hand over the one that you’re already holding. You look down at it, before turning to him again, watching anxious blue eyes on yours, “You said Eddie only decided to come here and propose after seeing me with you and after trying to hook up with someone else. As you said, it shows that he’s just being impulsive and might not know what he genuinely wants, right?”

“Yeah…” He nods after clearing his throat. Apparently, that’s not what he expected you to say after he poured his heart out for you, “Because that’s the truth, the guy doesn’t know what he really wants.” He shrugs.

You offer him a tight but kind smile, “Don’t you see the similarity here?”

His forehead creases at your question.

You keep a gentle gaze on him as you speak, “This morning you went out of here after Eddie called. You knew he was coming. Then, you tried hooking up with Amanda… That didn’t work out…” You shake your head, “Now you’re here, telling me you’re in love with me, after practically seeing me with someone else and trying to have sex with another woman and not being able to go through with it.”

You see realization dawning on his face, as he understands what you’re trying to say, “No… no, that’s different.” He swiftly shakes his head.

“How so?” You insist.

“I know what I’m feeling, Y/n.” He says with firmness in his voice, “I’ve been trying to understand these feelings for a while now. The situation may have pushed me further, but it’s not the cause of anything. I’m not acting by impulse, please believe me,” he begs.

“I’m not saying you’re not feeling anything, Bucky,” you counter, “Our time together was so special,” you smile, “I’m not blind to that… and I think… I think I-I-“

Your mouth shuts and you bite your lower lip. You almost say that there’s a chance you’ve developed feelings for him, too. But you don’t really know what those feelings mean and what you really want. You don’t really know much about them, but it’s been just one day and one night that have made you notice those sentiments… you don’t wanna lead him or even yourself on, based on feelings that have just shown up and you still have no idea where this is going.

Plus… there’s Eddie. The mere thought of him drops a weight over your shoulders.

“I-I’m confused, Bucky,” you say, instead of saying all of that, but that’s not a lie. Not at all. “I don’t really know what to feel or think… There’s a great chance you’re confused by your own feelings, too. And maybe after Eddie appeared on the scene those feelings might be doing a number on your mind and making you take them as something deeper than they really are.”

“That’s… you’re wrong, I know what I’m feeling,” he says softly, his head dropping to your joined hands, where he caresses your skin with his thumb.

“Bucky…” you sigh, “Even if you’re really in love with me like you say you are… You never wanted that,” you try to reason, as he looks up at you, “With that kind of sentiment comes commitment, and commitment is not a piece of cake. Most of the time it leads to a broken heart, most likely two. Believe me, I know.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you. Your heart is tight by the traces of sorrow you catch behind the look on his face and you hate to be the one to put it there. But at that moment, that’s all you can give him,

“As for me,” you nod, as if to engrave the thought into your mind, “I think what I need now is to be alone for a while… My entire adult life I was never single. I need to figure out who I am without having someone to lean on emotionally, physically and… I don’t know...You-you know what I’m saying? But, please, I don’t wanna hurt you, I-” You stammer, annoyed that the air you’re breathing suddenly seems to not be enough to fill your lungs.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, dragging himself through the cushions to come even closer to you as he notices your increasing distress, “It’s ok,” he says, taking your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it, coaxing a short gasp out of you, “I get what you’re saying, and I respect that. I do.” He offers you a comforting smile.

The sorrow you’ve seen moments ago is not on his gaze anymore, and it helps to ease down your breathing and mind, driving you to focus solely on him, his voice and what he’s saying.

“I don’t want to force myself or my feelings on you, and you don't need to worry about hurting me, sweetheart. It's ok. I promise. I’m a grown ass man, I might’ve been confused, but I can handle my own feelings.” A kind of sweetness you’ve never heard from him laces his voice, “I just need you to understand one thing, though.” His features turn a bit more serious, “I know what I’m feeling, no matter how much time passes and no matter if it’s the same for you or not. It doesn’t change anything for me. I was confused before, I was. But I’m not anymore.”

“Ok,” a low mumble is all you manage to provide as an answer, stunned by both the words and the certainty he reveals through them.

“Are we good?” He checks.

“We’re good.”

He smiles, a bright and gentle grin, and it’s the Bucky you’ve spent almost every day of the last month on his demeanor again. You smile back, feeling your shoulders a bit lighter.

“I have one more question, though. I’m new to this whole express feelings stuff,” he grimaces playfully, “Did I screw everything up?” He asks, but there’s no weight on his words while his forehead scrunches up a bit, but the smile lingers on his lips.

You laugh a little, before bringing a hand to cup his cheek, “You didn’t screw anything up and I’m not dismissing what you’re telling me you’re feeling, Bucky, it’s not that at all.” You shake your head and it feels cozy inside your chest as he leans his cheek against the touch of your hand, “I just think we both need to take our time and understand our feelings straight. You and me.” You lightly stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Does that mean our deal is off?” He asks with a cringing curve on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, bringing your hand to your lap, “Let’s call it suspended for now, how about that?”

He shrugs, “Ok, but Little Bucky down there is going to be very upset, he turned out to have a strict preference.”

“Oh my God.” You let out a loud laugh, “Little Bucky? Seriously?”

“Don’t make fun of him, he’s very sensitive today.” He puts on an exaggerated pout.

Your head falls back from how much you laugh, being followed shortly by him. You don’t know if it’s a habit developed in the last month or something bigger than that, but you can’t help when your lips and his meet. He sighs through the kiss, which starts slow and gentle, but next thing you know, you’re both breathing hard and you have your fingers buried through his locks as he pulls you by the waist, his broad body on yours, his arms around you, his heat burning you up while your heart beats fast against his chest…

You have to put together every little ounce of strength inside you to part your lips from him, letting your forehead rest against his.

“Bucky…” you whisper, trying to catch some hair, “We shouldn’t-“.

“See you around, sweetheart,” he says back and, after placing a long kiss on your forehead, he gets up and walks towards the door, sporting a cheeky little smirk on his lips that makes your heart race even more.

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To be continued...

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