#I woke up with a sore throat at the worst possible time

[cleolinda]

It is my wish for you and all of us that the bullshit stops soon. You know. Whatever unnecessary horrors that happens to be for you

[doveyeellie]

drace at 5am

[kidney9-9]

Lesson Learned - Peter Parker

@hollandlover19 asked:

So idk if I’m being annoying with all my requests and if I am I’m really sorry but could you write something about Peter and the reader are both avengers and y/n is Tony’s daughter and they’ve been quarantining at the compound and every time they try to have sex they get interrupted by ether Sam or Bucky and they’ve noticed that they’re always interrupting them at the worst times so Sam and Bucky make a game out of it just to piss peter off by trying to see how many times they can ruin the mood and so far it’s been two months also Peter and the reader are both 18🖤🖤🖤

Hi Natalie, sorry it's so late haha! I hope you enjoy, thank you for sending this in :) I enjoyed writing this! It was so much fun. Steve is in this too! Peter Parker x Stark!Reader [Smut with Fluff and Angst, Happy ending] Warnings: Cursing, smut, creampie, exhibitionist kink, hand job, mention of threesome and foursome, threats, tiny part about sickness, Peter being feral/creepy, small mention of stalking, and betting money Word Count: 8k

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When the Avengers crew got hit with a contagious and possibly dangerous virus, you were all ordered to stay at the compound for quarantine until it was completely out of everyone’s system. Unfortunately, it seemed that the virus stayed around in the body for usually about three months. You were glad you had your boyfriend, dad, and friends there though.

It seemed somewhat like a weird staycation, except sometimes you woke up with a fever and a stuffy nose and some days you felt completely normal. The only one that had the worst case out of all of you was Bruce, which was strange for him. He normally didn’t get sick easily, but somehow the virus really got to him. He practically stayed in his lab all the time, trying to find different treatments for his sore throat and stuffy nose.

Today, you had absolutely nothing to do, and so did Peter, so you both had planned on having a fun sexy day without your dad and coworkers finding out. You two were sitting in one of the indoor hot tubs, making out with each other heavily.

“Fuck, rub up on me just like that and I’ll be fucking you against the pool tile.” Peter groaned into your ear as you dropped your head down to his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spots while pushing your hips down on his. The hot tub was bubbling and pretty hot, but it didn’t stop you two from getting it on.

“Do it, baby, want you in me.” You panted back, rubbing and grinding your clothed pussy against his hard on. He had taken off his shorts a few minutes ago after whining about how tight it was in his swimsuit.

“Uh, fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He responded, putting a hand in your hair, and guiding you back to his lips. You opened your mouth and kissed him, groping his tongue with yours, memorizing his mouth.

His other hand had been tugging at your bikini top, undoing it after a few moments of struggle. You two parted just for a second to get the top off of you and he switched spots with you, pushing you up against the tile and humping up against your pussy.

“Take off my – ah, fuck,” You gasped loudly, head falling back as he started to pinch one nipple and kiss and suck on the other harshly.

He understood what you were trying to say, so he tugged on your bikini bottoms and pulled down until they reached your knees and you kicked them off, letting them float in the hot tub.

“Want me to fuck you right here, huh?” He grunted as he pulled away from your breasts. You nodded, panting back.

“Need you now, Peter, please. Want you in me right now.” You begged, pushing your hips back up to his. You could feel his dick press up against your labia, rubbing up on your clit, causing you to have a high-pitched moan.

Right when he started to push into you, the door opened on the other side of the room. Thankfully, the hot tub was steaming, and you practically pushed Peter to the other side of the hot tub and dived underwater, so whoever it was, wouldn’t see what was happening.

“Ah, uh, hello?” Peter called out in rushed pants, trying to calm himself down. He grabbed his swim shorts that were on the pool tile and quickly pulled them on as he heard two different footsteps coming your way.

“Oh hey, Pete! You here by yourself?” Sam called out, gazing around the room, not noticing anything off. Bucky though, narrowed his eyes at the hot tub, looking at the blurry shape under the water.

“Uh, well you know,” Peter tried to stumble through some words, but you popped right out of the water, smiling nervously at the two men.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them.

“What were you doing under the water?” Bucky instantly questioned. You and Peter glanced at each other for a moment, his blush worsening, but you played it off cool.

“Holding my breath, wanted to beat my score from last time.” You explained, running a hand through your hair.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah? What was the time?” Sam looked over to Bucky, wondering why he was being so curious right now, but started to take off his shirt to get into the pool right next to the hot tub.

“Two minutes and fourteen seconds right now. Should get it higher though, just in case.” You shrugged back. Peter nodded along frantically, still trying to calm himself down.

“Huh, okay, keep up the good work, kid.” Bucky responded, still narrowing his eyes at Peter and you. After a few minutes of chatting, you excused yourself to go to your room while Peter stayed and talked to Sam and Bucky while they swam in the pool.

Peter had to wait until they left, since his boner wouldn’t go down and he really didn’t want them to see that.

He rushed to your room, and you opened it instantly after he knocked. His face was red as he walked into your room, and you shut it.

“That was too close, oh gosh, I feel so embarrassed!” Peter cried out and pressed his hands into his face. You fell back onto your bed, agreeing with him.

“Yeah! Why the fuck was Bucky questioning me like that? He usually is so calm and chill to be around.” You groaned back.

Peter’s shoulders raised up, “He knew. He totally knew, right?” He whispered to you, eyes wide.

You cough in surprise, “Woah, okay, no way. He’s an old ass man, he wouldn’t know what sex is anymore.”

Peter snorted in amusement, “He listens to erotica audio books during his stealth missions, I’m pretty sure he knows more about sex than us.”

You look at Peter with a confused expression, “Why do you know he does that?”

He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I wanted to watch his mission one time, since he’s so cool… He didn’t realize I was listening to the comms, so he put it on.”

You clutched your stomach as you started laughing hard, “Oh shit! Wonder if Sam and Steve know!”

-

The next time you guys were caught, Peter’s hand was up your shirt, clutching one of your breasts as you moaned into his neck. You guys were in the little movie theater your dad built on as entertainment. You two were thankfully, covered by a blanket.

“Baby, I wanna taste you so bad right now, bet you’d taste delicious.” Peter groaned and you nodded back, tugging him back up for a wet kiss.

“Do it, Peter, lick me.” You whimpered back, pulling away from the heavy kiss. Just as he was unbuttoning your pants, Sam walked into the room with a container of popcorn and a drink.

The lights were low, but you and Peter knew he could tell instantly what was happening. Peter pulled away as Sam laughed awkwardly, “Wow, getting freaky in the theater? I used to do that too with my girlfriend when I was younger.”

Peter’s blush was heavy as he denied it, “Uh no! I was just adjusting the blanket, she’s cold.”

“Yea, I’m pretty cold right now.” You faked a shiver and Sam shook his head dismissively.

“Nah guys, trust me, I get it. But I did text the group chat earlier today that I was hosting a Star Wars marathon at this time. I was just putting some snacks in the room. Pretty sure Bucky, Steve, and Clint were joining me. Do you guys want to stay?” He offered, thankfully looking past the fact you and Peter were just about to hook up in the room.

You didn’t feel like watching Star Wars since you were still feeling pretty affected by what you guys were doing, but you knew Peter was going to be up for it. He looked at you, as if silently asking if it were okay for him to stay and watch the movies and you smiled and nodded back to him.

“Yeah! I love Star Wars so much. How are you starting it? Originals first? Prequels?” Peter cheered himself up and his blush went down as him, and Sam started talking.

You left the room with a wave and a smile, and you went to your room and took care of yourself with a toy there. Wasn’t the best, but it did help a bit.

-

The next day, Sam was making his breakfast, and Bucky walked in. He muttered a good morning to Sam, and Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise as he remembered what happened yesterday.

“Dude, remember when you told me Peter and Y/n were about to fuck in the hot tub that one time?” Sam brought up, spreading butter on his toast. He grabbed a mug and poured some coffee into his cup, glancing at Bucky.

“Yeah? You still don’t believe me? I practically could smell it in the air.” Bucky scrunched his nose up, recalling the day.

“Well, I caught them in the act yesterday in the theater. It’s a bit surprising, isn’t it? Since Tony is here too, like wouldn’t they be extra cautious not to get caught so easily? I would hate to get caught by my parent.” Sam shuddered.

“They seriously did that… after we caught them the last time? Didn’t expect that of Peter. He seemed like a pretty timid guy.” Bucky shook his head, sighed, and opened the fridge up.

“They’re going to do it again. One of them must have some fucking kink for this shit – or maybe both of them. It’s so funny too, looking at Peter just confirms it. His face is all red and he has this dazed look. And Y/n, well, she’s a pro, can’t tell at all.” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when the girls gang up every Tuesday for girls’ night. Natasha’s probably been teaching her some spy techniques and Wanda helps her with her expressions for sure.” Bucky threw a guess out there.

Sam laughed harder, “We should probably teach Peter how to hide it better.”

Bucky shook his head immediately, “No, fuck that. We’re going to screw around with them even more. Every single day let’s search for them when we know they’re together. I can guarantee you they’re probably hooking up. Peter should learn that way.”

Sam whistled low, “You’re cold hearted, man. But agreed, I just want to see Peter get embarrassed and flustered again, he looks like a scared little puppy.”

Bucky grinned, “And by the time we’ll end this thing, he’ll be better at acting, then he could get promoted. He’ll thank us for this.” He grabbed a drink from the fridge, opened it and watched as Sam took a bite of his toast.

“Right, well I’m free most of the time, unless I’m doing my running. You know my schedule though.” Sam responded, and Bucky nodded back in agreement.

“I’ll text you when we could start today.” Bucky replied.

-

Peter wrapped his arms around you from behind, grinning as you turned your head and kissed his cheek. “How’s my baby doing?” He asked, whispering into your ear. You spun around in his arms and kissed him deeply, causing him to pull away for a moment with a dazed look on his face.

“Woah.” He breathed out, “What was that for?”

You smiled sexily at him, “Well,” You tilted your head and pressed up against him, “We didn’t get to finish our session yesterday, right? How about right now we finish it?” You asked, pressing kisses up and down his neck.

He sighed heavily, knees feeling weak at your touch, “Yes, yes, we will finish it right now. Can’t go without you and your pussy for more than a day.”

“Good, so come on, let’s go up to the sun deck, it’s too stuffy in here.” You winked at him and pulled away after patting his shoulder.

He groaned and chased after you as you started to run to the elevator. “No fair! Wait up for me!” He shouted after you and you laughed back.

As you got up there, you quickly pulled your shirt off, throwing it at Peter, who caught it with his reflexes kicking in. You ran towards one of the sun beds, and sat down, taking your shoes off.

“Wait, wait, out in the open like this, is it okay?” Peter asked, breathing heavily. You nodded and shrugged back.

“Come on, the only person who comes up here is Thor, and Thor didn’t get affected by the virus. Didn’t even carry it. So, he’s off doing that gaming tournament, remember?” You responded back, lifting your hand and pulling Peter to sit next to you.

“Oh right, damn, I wanted to join him. He’s gotten good at that new game, they even made a character for him.” Peter oohed back to you. He pressed his hand to your back, sliding up and down as he scooted closer to you.

“Mhm, now enough about Thor and more kissing.” You giggled, and Peter agreed, pressing a kiss to your lips, then another and another, until you were both starting to pant and lay back against the sun bed.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, pushing his hand down your pants and cupping your pussy, “You’re not wearing panties.”

You pressed up into him as he slipped a finger into your vagina, starting to push in and out. “Oh Peter, more please.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles as he slipped another finger in, curling it to hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck! Fuck, more, more!” You cried out and he dipped down and kissed your lips.

The next thing Peter heard though, was the door opening up, and he pulled away from you and practically jumped into the other chair next to you. You were panting and glaring at him for pulling away just as you were building up your orgasm, but he put his hand to his lips, pressing his finger up as a shushing motion and your eyes widened as you realized someone came up here.

You quieted yourself down and adjusted your outfit, and pressed back into the chair as if you were just resting.

Sam and Bucky rounded the corner and waved at you guys. “Oh, hey guys!” Sam spoke up in a cheerful voice.

You faked a smile back and responded, “Hi Sam! How are you today? Hey Bucky! Did you see that you got those packages in the mail this morning?”

Peter, however, was a mess. He was licking his hand clean of your slick, burning red and lips puffy from kissing you so much. You didn’t dare look at him, knowing he would blush even harder if he looked at your face.

Sam snorted quietly at Peter, he thought he looked like a dork, and wow was he really licking his fingers? It was too funny for him. “I’m doing pretty well actually. Just wanted to feel the sun today. Guess we all had the same idea?”

Bucky crossed his arms and watched Peter with a hard expression. “Peter. What are you licking?”

Peter gaped at him and then at his fingers. Fuck. “Well – I uh, I was sweating a bit too much?”

You were mortified at the lie, you wanted to laugh so bad, and wow Peter really didn’t know how to lie right.

Sam looked like he was about to burst out laughing. “Yeah? Maybe you should get checked up on that, especially since we’re quarantined for a virus right now.”

Peter nodded vigorously, “Yes. That. I’ll do that.”

“Did you not brush your hair today? It’s so messy… almost like sex hair. Huh.” Bucky spoke up again, glaring at Peter and you rolled your eyes at his words. So nosy!

“Wow Bucky! I didn’t know you were into my boyfriend like that. Maybe we can arrange something together, especially since you love reading erotica during your stealth missions, huh?” You copied his tone and glared right back at him. You didn’t want him verbally attacking your boyfriend.

Sam barked in surprised laughter, “Erotica? I told you I could set you up with one of my friends!” He was staring at Bucky in a new light.

Peter huffed out a breath of relief for getting the attention off him, he was thankful for you stepping up like that.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, “As much as I appreciate your offer, doll, I don’t think your dad and boyfriend would like that very much.”

You just smirked back at him and laid back down, staring straight up. “Yeah, I understand, you’re too nervous to actually fuck, you can go back to your erotica, it’s okay!”

Peter made a noise next to you, practically freaking out that you were jeering at Bucky and calling him pussy for not wanting to have sex with you and himself (Peter). The thought was very much welcomed. He told you how attractive he thought Bucky was and you agreed with him, but he never expected you to voice anything like that to Bucky. Even Sam was attractive to Peter, they were like mac and cheese or a two for one deal.

Sam was having a blast, hearing this and watching this happen. On one side, Peter was freaking out for being caught, and then Bucky started practically interrogating him – and then you were taunting Bucky! Wow, this was fun.

But then your eyes turned to him, “Hmm, you can join in too Sammy, you don’t have to feel so lonely, especially since none of your friends can come over right now.”

Oh, shit, Sam thought, and laughed even harder. He loved your humor.

Bucky though, was exasperated with your words. You were a Stark! Of course, you’d invite him and Sam into a sexcapade with Peter. He hoped Peter was learning how to play cool though, so he could get better at his job. He wondered briefly how you guys knew about his erotica audiobooks though.

“Whatever, I’ve had enough sun now. Think I’ll head back inside.” He excused himself and gazed over at Sam, who was still laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, bye guys! Wrap it before you pound it, Peter!” Sam chortled out another laugh and followed Bucky to the door.

You turned to Peter and sighed, “We didn’t finish again.” You pouted and Peter pressed his head into his hands.

“Next time, there’s always next time.” He promised you.

-

Turns out, there is no next time when Sam and Bucky were always around! Peter was so pissed off. He just wanted to be with you and have sex with you, but nope! Even in your room, they’d show up and knock and ask if you guys wanted to do something.

A whole two weeks have gone by, and Peter hasn’t been able to fuck you at all. Just a peck before Sam or Bucky or together they’d show up, grinning like mad men.

You were irritated too, but your irritation was more with Peter because he had no clue how to act in front of them whenever they showed up, so you were now initializing sex with him a lot less than normal. You even started hanging out with your dad and Wanda more than with him.

He felt so frustrated. He even asked if you guys could do phone sex, and you shook your head at him and say it wasn’t worth it and you could go do some other things that would be better to waste the time.

He was so close to his limit of blowing up and yelling at Sam and Bucky, but that would attract the attention from your dad, Tony, and wow, Peter did not want to explain why he was yelling at those two to Tony, his boss aka your dad.

He could even picture Tony kicking his ass into the next century by just saying those words to him. He was so protective of you, which was kind of adorable but not when Peter was just a guy who wanted to be with his girlfriend.

-

“Peter’s still not learning how to tone down his facial expressions. He can’t even lie that well.” Sam sighed to Bucky, sitting down as they put on a movie. Steve looked at the two of them in interest, wondering what they were talking about.

Bucky glanced over to Steve and grinned, “We’ve been catching Peter and Y/n whenever they try to have sex. We’re the cockblocker Avengers.”

Steve looked horrified, “Guys, what? Does Tony know this?”

Sam widened his eyes and shook his head, “Nope, fuck that. We’re not risking that. We just want Peter to learn how to control his expressions and now also learn how to lie better so we can get him a promotion.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, “It’s been a while since this started, I thought Peter would figure it out and get us to stop, since Tony calls him a genius.”

Steve gaped at the two of them, “So you’re telling me that Peter and Y/n are having sex? How long have they even been together for?”

Sam and Bucky were silent for a few moments before they burst into laughter, with Bucky slapping his leg and Sam clutching his shirt. They were laughing so hard that Bucky’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen he was breathing in.

“Oh god! You didn’t know?!” Sam cried out, laughing harder.

“Absolutely not, does Tony know?” Steve seemed alarmed, and Bucky rolled his eyes and calmed himself down.

“That they’re dating? Yes, Steve. There was a whole spectacle last year where Peter got on the floor and asked Tony for permission to ask her out.” Bucky explained.

“Oh! Oh. In December, right?” Steve asked to clarify.

“Right.” Sam nodded back.

“That was when Tony was in that awful mood and caused that international incident.” Steve oohed to himself and shook his head.

“You didn’t know why that happened? Yeah, it was Peter and Y/n.” Bucky sighed.

“Well, that… actually explains a lot around here. I thought they were just good friends.” Steve blinked and nodded to himself.

“Yeah, just don’t mention what we’re doing to Peter and Y/n in front of Tony. Anyway, Peter isn’t learning a thing and I think they’re both in a rut right now. It looks like she keeps turning him down.” Sam spoke up.

“Aw, Peter probably is angry with you guys.” Steve voiced.

Bucky snorted, “Fuck yeah, he is. Nerd has got to learn his lesson before we stop.”

Sam shrugged, “I think he’ll learn within the week, right?”

Bucky shook his head, “No way. At least two weeks.”

Steve narrowed his eyes and thought about this. He knew a bit more about Peter personality wise. He used to be like Peter and Peter used to be like him when they were younger.

“I bet you both $500 that it’s going to take at least a month.” Steve declared.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other and grinned widely, “Deal! You’re on.” Bucky shouted. Sam laughed, “This is a fool’s bet. You could give me $500 now.”

Steve shrugged and gazed back to the massive screen, “Hm, we’ll see who wins.”

-

Peter and you were finally alone in the pantry. Steve had ordered pizza for everyone and left it out in the dining room for people to come and get, so you two were alone in the kitchen.

“I missed you so much, baby, I love you so much too, fuck I really need you.” Peter pleaded with you, considering if he should get down on his knees and beg you to just even kiss him.

You pouted back at him, “I do too, honey. I want you too, but I’m not in the mood to get caught again and have you acting like a fool.”

Peter shook his head frantically, “Baby, no, it won’t happen this time. I made sure. Look, Steve bought pizza for everyone, and you know Bucky loves pizza so much. He’s going to be eating for at least 30 minutes and Sam loves to watch an episode of a sitcom while he eats and that’s also at least maybe 20-30 minutes. They’re not going to interrupt us.”

You hummed and crossed your arms, “You’re sure? 100 percent sure?”

“Yes, please, yes. I’m begging you, baby. I know they aren’t going to be here.” Peter pushed his hands together and got to his knees, in a praying way.

You gaped at him, “Get up, Peter! You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, I really do. I know I’m unworthy of your pussy but please, it’s like nectar to a hummingbird, baby, please.” He explained.

You laughed at him and pulled him up with your arms. “Come here, silly.” You rolled your eyes at him and kissed him.

He moaned out loud at just the simple kiss. Wow, he was touch starved, he needed you so much. He felt his eyes tear up as the kiss got deeper and he felt your hand in his hair, pulling him closer.

So, yeah, he definitely needed this. He hasn’t masturbated or jerked off in any way these past few weeks, because you were always around and always wanted to fuck too. He felt your other hand go under his pants, and he whimpered, needing more.

“Please, please, touch me, please.” He begged you as you pulled away from the kiss. You giggled at him and nodded, dipping your hand underneath his underwear, and cupping his hard on.

“You’re so needy, baby.” You teased him and pecked his lips.

“I am, I know, please, I want more, please. I’m yours, all yours.” He continued.

You started to jerk him off after you pulled his dick out of his pants. He moaned loudly and pulled you into another kiss, muttering against your lips, “Just like that, please, more.”

His hips started to jerk up as you continued to go faster and within two minutes, he was coming hard and fast and all over your hand and his shirt. He was flushed red, and he had these gooey looking happy eyes, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

You were shocked, he’s never come so fast before. “Peter, baby, you came in like two minutes.” You said, lips parting.

“I love you so much.” He panted and dropped his head against your shoulder. You looked down at his cock, realizing it never even went down. You were even more surprised at that and started to jerk him off again and he moaned so loud and prettily.

He moaned your name over and over and he cried into your shoulder, with actual tears. “Please, more, please, I’m begging you. I need more. I want more.” He cried out.

“Wanna fuck me? Huh, Peter? Want my pussy?” You asked him, pulling him by his hair and kissing down his throat.

“Yes, I want to use your pretty pussy, please, let me, please!” He begged even more, and you quickly got yourself ready, pulling your pants down and pushing a finger down to your pussy to check if you were wet enough, and yes, you were very ready.

You leaned against one of the shelves and showed yourself to Peter, ass towards him. He instantly grabbed onto your hips and with one big thrust, he went into your pussy, pounding hard and nonstop.

“Ah! Fuck, yes, right there!” You moaned loudly, pressing your head against a bag of chips. Peter was muttering nonsensically, but you could hear him say “please, please, please, please” over and over again.

“Keep going, you could do it, come on.” You encouraged him, wanting him to fuck you longer.

You weren’t shocked that you could feel him coming again, inside you this time. He continued anyway, fucking through his orgasm and right into another for himself. His hand came around your hip and down to your pussy, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, shit! Yes Peter!” You felt like you were yelling but you couldn’t help yourself. You were finally coming after so long, on his cock. It felt incredible and you loved it so much.

He was still fucking you, and you were a bit shocked. He’s never done something like this before. After coming twice and working himself to another one? He usually stopped at one and rested for a few minutes and then he could go again, up until about four times.

“Need more, need your pussy, need you, baby. I love you so much. I wanna fuck you for so long, need it.” He panted in the crack of your neck and shoulder, groaning loud as he felt himself start to come again.

So much of his cum spasmed into your pussy and you gasped loudly at the feeling of being stuffed so full. It even started to leak out as he continued fucking your pussy, the sensations leading you into another orgasm so quickly.

You cried out his name, feeling like you were going to collapse now.

He still continued. You didn’t want him to stop at all, and it seemed like neither did he. He was on a roll, and he was locked into your pussy like he couldn’t pull himself out and he loved it.

A knock rang loudly on the door to the pantry. Peter slowed himself but didn’t stop fucking you. “What do you want?” He shouted, uncaring about who it was.

“I need to get some chili flakes for the pizza. I’d be happy if you didn’t ejaculate on them.” Bucky’s voice rang out.

You and Peter both groaned and finally he pulled out, anger steamed practically out of his ears. He barely pulled his pants back up and pushed his still hard dick into them before he cracked the door open and stared at Bucky.

“The chili flakes are with the pizzas out in the dining room.” Peter huffed out, face red still. Bucky rolled his eyes at the guy, still acting flustered.

“Yeah? And were you fucking Y/n in there too?” He asked Peter, grinning teasingly.

“…Uh, nope! Not at all. Was just helping her rearrange some stuff in the pantry.” Peter responded, acting awkward now.

This time you rolled your eyes and pulled the door completely open once you were decent enough.

“Bucky. He was rearranging my guts and if you need some chili flakes, I’m going to inject chili oil into your eyes while you’re asleep. Got it? Good, now more out of my way, I’m going to go get some pizza.” You almost growled at him.

Bucky slowly put his hands up and stepped to the side for you to pass him. He raised his eyebrows, “Mm, yeah, I’m not stopping you, go right ahead to the pizza.” He let you pass.

You looked back at Peter and sighed, “Enough of this. Seriously.” You looked so angry and so done about the entire thing.

After you left, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed and Peter just awkwardly excused himself after a minute of Bucky staring at him.

Yeah, Peter needed to fix this or else you’d stop having sex with him altogether.

-

You sat next to your dad as he wrapped an arm around you. You picked up a slice of pizza and started eating it, listening to the conversation in the dining room. Natasha and Clint were arguing about which hot sauce belonged on pizza and Steve was trying to meditate it but ended up groaning at the two of them when they switched to speaking in Russian.

“You good, bug?” Your dad asked you as you took another bite. You nodded silently and finished chewing and swallowed your food.

“Yeah, it’s just I’m really annoyed with this three-month thing. I’m getting tired of the people around me.” You practically glared at Bucky as he walked into the room.

Tony nodded to you, “Yeah, you’re sick of your boyfriend, huh? Let me take him off your hands tomorrow, I’ve got a project I need some assistance on.”

You blinked in surprise, “Oh, yeah, sure thing. He loves working with you in the lab.”

Tony smiled, “Yeah, he’s good with technology. But it sounds like I might need to talk to him about being clingy to you.”

You shook your head, “Oh that’s fine, I had a… few words with him. He should understand now.” You thought back to what you said a few minutes ago to Peter and mentally shrugged. If he doesn’t get Sam and Bucky to stop interrupting you guys, you’re going to deny him any kind of physical touch.

And yes, you were going to be so fucking sexy as you do that to taunt him even more.

“Good, you were always good with your words.” Tony responded to you, and you smiled at him. You were so thankful that your dad never found out about any of this stuff. You were sure he knew that you two were messing around together but you didn’t want to bring that up with him.

“Yeah, she definitely is.” Bucky spoke up, into your conversation.

You glared at him again and he barely even acknowledged you. Your dad though, nodded to Bucky, “Right. If she ever stops with our Avengers stuff, she could become a lawyer.”

“Definitely.” Bucky chuckled and grabbed a slice of pizza.

-

When you knocked on Peter’s door that night, he answered it within a minute. He pulled you into the room with a hug and a smile.

“Hey baby, did you save me a slice of pizza?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry. Steve made a bet with Bucky about who could eat the most pizza and it all ran out in the end. But… we have to talk.” You worded carefully at the end.

“Talk. Right, yeah, we do need to.” He sighed and sat back on his bed.

“You’ve got to figure this out with Sam and Bucky, and you have to learn how to stop reacting to them so much. That’s why they keep stopping us.” You explained.

Peter started blushing almost on instinct, “But – I don’t know how to do that.”

You sighed, “Baby, you’ve got to learn. I’m sure there’s a bigger picture to this whole thing that we don’t understand right now but try to look at that.”

Peter shrugged, “All I can see is Sam and Bucky finding it hilarious to fuck with us.”

“Well then, once you get them to come and apologize to me and you together at the same time, then we can have sex. Until then, we’re abstaining. I don’t care how long it takes, but you have to do this. You know I have talked to them about it before and they still continue, so you have to try.” You declared.

Peter gaped at you, “But no sex? What?”

“Yeah. Until you do that, I’m going to go buy some new toys. I need to find a toy that pleases me as good as you, please me.” You shrugged at him, feeling a tiny bit bad once his expression drops into something stormy.

“Okay, yeah, I get that.” He sighed deeply.

“I’ll see you later, bye sweetie, love you.” You pressed a long and gentle kiss to his lips and walked away.

-

Two months. Two fucking whole months and Peter and you have not had sex. Each time he’s tried, he couldn’t face them. It was terrible.

But now?

Now, Peter is pretty sure he can face the god of sex and be unphased if he was caught jerking off.

Each step he took was like he was bouncing off of mountains with how pissed he was and how horny he’s been without any relief. Now jerking off has done no good to him. You’ve been teasing him so much too. You’d wear the shortest fucking shirts ever in front of him and anyone around and just prance around like nothing’s wrong.

You’d wear some of his favorite dresses on you, the ones you two only used in private when you guys wanted to roleplay. The sparkly red one, with a low back? Yes. The short sheer black one where he could see your nipples if he stared long enough. Yes.

And you even wore his shirt with nothing else on – yes, nothing at all, all around the compound. He saw you in it, eating ice cream on the couch in the living room, chatting with Natasha, who was beside you. He sat down across from you and spoke with you guys before you slowly spread your legs deliberately and showed him you weren’t wearing any panties.

He excused himself so fast and cried in the shower when he couldn’t come.

So, right now it was about 3 in the morning. He disabled Friday in Sam’s room and Bucky’s room, shut off the power in their rooms as well. He put some special web fluid in his suit and went into Sam’s room first. He had prepared for this for at least two days, pulling information from everywhere he could find.

He broke every single appliance in the room. Then he barricaded the door and the windows. He made sure Sam had no contact with the outside, and he did so all very quietly.

He woke Sam up by pulling the blanket off him.

“Woah, what’s going on? Peter?! What the hell? Friday, turn the lights on!” Sam yelled out. When Friday didn’t do anything, Sam sat up in his bed, staring up at Peter, who was standing on top of the bed frame at the end, staring down at him with a hard expression.

It scared the shit out of Sam. He could barely see anything in the dark, but Peter’s face was something he could focus on, with some of the light coming from beneath his costume.

The usual shinny light in his eyes were gone. His happy-go-lucky expression was wiped away. There was a blank and dark look on the man’s face and it terrified Sam. This was not Peter Parker. This was a monster.

“Peter, come on, you’re scaring me… What’s happening?” Sam stood up, and tried walking to the door, but it was completely blocked. Sam looked over to the other escape routes in his room, which were blocked too, all thanks to Peter.

“You’re going to stop bothering me and Y/n.” Peter spoke up.

“Uh, come on, those are just jokes me and Bucky play.” Sam shrugged, trying to get Peter to calm down.

“How long has it been since you last spoke to your sister?” Peter brought up, voice void of emotion.

“Peter?! How the fuck do you know I have a sister? Did Steve and Bucky tell you?” Sam’s voice got louder.

“She’s sleeping at the moment. I have a camera in her room. She likes wearing that snoopy shirt to sleep, doesn’t she? I can tell. Did you know she leaves her window in the bathroom unlocked? She likes to leave it open when she showers. She uses those lavender bath bombs that CVS sell for $7 but she always gets them with an online coupon.” Peter chuckled.

Sam stayed silent in terror. This was scary, this was becoming his worst nightmare.

“I like to check in on her a lot. She has a kid too, your nephew, yeah? Isn’t it funny his favorite Avenger is me, Spiderman? I sent him a package as a thank you. It means so much to me. Do you remember third grade performance in a reenactment of the New York battle? I certainly do. He played an alien character. Remember what his line was? ‘Don’t kill me, oh mighty avenger!’ I love that line so much. It reminds me of what’s happening here, right? You’re the little bitch standing scared in the corner and I’m about to fuck you up.” Peter continued.

Sam practically curled himself up into a ball in the corner of the room. He stared in horror at Peter, thinking that these past few months haven’t been the smartest thing – with what he’s been doing with Bucky.

“Don’t bother me and Y/n again. I’m not asking. I’m telling you.” Then he raised his arm up and pointed at Sam.

He activated the web shooter and shot the new web fluid at him.

The web fluid was disgusting. Instantly, Sam started gagging and he tried pulling it off but once it stuck onto his skin, it wouldn’t move. The fluid hardened slightly, then started growing and growing and Peter pushed the desk away from the door and walked out.

Sam was left trapped in a corner in the dark, yelling out helplessly for anyone to listen to him. The fluid expanded to the rest of the room, trapping Sam in an uncomfortable spot. It would be hours before someone was alerted of the mess, and it would take another 16 hours to dissolve the web fluid and to get him out of the room.

Sam understands now to never fuck with Peter Parker or you ever again.

-

Peter was going to do something different with Bucky. He’d wake immediately if someone walked into his room, so he had waited outside his door and just breathed a bit heavily, knowing Bucky would eventually wake up and feel uneasy because he sensed someone outside his room.

Peter covered himself in an ooze that Bruce had developed during the quarantine in anger. It was a jelly type consistency that always smeared and spread and caused those that came into contact with it to slip around and feel itchy.

Yes, Peter felt uncomfortable, but he had the solution that undid this mess on him. He’d use it once he was done with Bucky and then go shower.

It only took two minutes for Bucky to open the door, armed and ready for an intruder. Peter flew himself into him and the knife slipped off of his body easily. He wrestled around with Bucky as Bucky started to understand who he was.

“Peter? What on Earth…Get the fuck off me, kid.” Bucky grunted, trying to kick Peter in the gut, but struggled when the goo got on him and started to spread.

Bucky started to itch like crazy, and he let Peter go as he started to itch everywhere. “The fuck did you do, kid?” He questioned, trying to stand up. Peter grasped the side of the wall and activated his suit to stand up.

“You’re going to be left like this for two days. This is my response. You’re not going to bother me and Y/n again.” Peter started off. Bucky just stared at him incredulously.

“You’re hard to intimidate. But I got the information… Did you know your sister donated her eggs? I do. You have some blood relations left in this world. Ouch, does that hurt you to hear? Especially since I can give this information to anyone here. Don’t you think Steve would want to go talk to them? You don’t want that though. You just want to be alone after what happened with your sister. Do you remember where you kept her letter to you? The one that told you she forgave you for leaving back then. I remember the lines, ‘James, dear, I love you and will always have a piece of love for you in my heart throughout the rest of my life. Remember when we’d fight over who got the last of ma’s cookies? Every time I bake her recipe, I think of you.’ Oh, so sad.” Peter voiced out.

Bucky immediately tried getting up to go beat the shit out of Peter, but he couldn’t.

“I have a copy of the letter. Do you want me to show Steve the part where she talked about him? Oh, you don’t? Okay, so don’t fucking mess with me and Y/n again. Or I’m going to release all the information I have on you. It will flood the internet and the streets. This isn’t a question, this is a statement. You can see this as a threat, I see this as a promise. You should know I don’t break my promises so easily. And I’m going to fuck my girlfriend whenever I want, without you interrupting.” Peter finished and smiled at him.

Bucky stopped thrashing around and just stared at Peter.

“You’re learning. Oh, thank fuck, finally. You didn’t have to do all this shit. You just needed to learn how to take things with a straight face and learn how to lie.” Bucky sighed deeply then laughed and shook his head.

“I was going to put word in with Tony to promote you too once you learned. But huh, you’re learning another kind of lesson that I didn’t expect you to ever learn. How to be a badass motherfucker. Wow, this modern world surprises me still.” Bucky chuckled.

Peter stood frozen, “You wanted to promote me?”

“I did.” Bucky noted back.

“…Do you still want to promote me?” Peter nervously asked.

Bucky tilted his head at him and smiled, “Ask me again once I can stand up.”

Peter groaned, “Nope, I know you’re going to punch me. Not falling for that.”

“Hah, looks like you’re learning not to be so gullible too. Good job.” Bucky laughed again and sat in the mess. He just continued to itch himself like crazy.

“I’m leaving now.” Peter said, leaving with a strange feeling in his chest.

He could’ve been promoted. Wow. That’s awesome! But you know what’s even more awesome now, he can finally have sex with you again.

-

“Baby! I did it! I got them to stop bugging us.” Peter spoke up, grabbing your hand to hold it. You smiled back and laughed cheerfully.

“I saw! You did great. Thank you, sweetie. We can do stuff together now.” You pulled him into a hug.

“Want to go try that new simulator together? We can have sex in a meadow! It’s like VR but better.” Peter asked and you nodded happily.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit, that’s awesome. But what if we could have sex somewhere even more crazy then?”

“Yeah! I love when it’s a crazy spot. Makes me feel a thrill.” Peter exclaimed and you agreed. You two ran to the room, laughing when you saw Sam right behind the wall. He absolutely heard the entire conversation.

“You guys are insane exhibitionists. What the fuck.” Sam muttered.

-

A week later, Sam and Bucky handed each their payment to Steve. Once Steve saw and heard what Peter did to the two of them, he was shocked. Never did he think that Peter was capable of something like that, but Steve understood the feeling that once he was pushed, he’d also do something similar.

“At least he learned something.” Sam brought up.

Bucky shook his head, “Don’t know if it was worth being itchy and slippery for two days. Bruce had to recreate the solution to get it off me since Peter stole all of it and used it on himself.”

“I have trauma now. I don’t think I’ll ever see him as a little puppy anymore.” Sam revealed.

Bucky snorted, “Welcome to the club. Trauma is the only thing I know best.”

Steve shook his head at the two, “Well, I guess you guys have to move onto something else now. We still have about two and a half weeks till we should be safe to go outside again. Want to start a puzzle with me?”

Sam instantly denied him, “Nope, not again. You only buy the super hard puzzles with dull images. It’s sad. Bye.” He walked away.

Steve looked at Bucky with hopeful eyes, “I’m going to go… do something, yeah. Bye Steve.” Bucky spoke up.

Steve sighed at his friends’ actions. At least you and Peter could have fun together again.

[deakyjoe]

In Sickness & In Health

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used but Din does call Reader “cyar’ika”)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Din cares for you when you're sick.

Warnings: sickness/illness, Grogu being a menace, Din being awkward, cuddling, hurt/comfort, fluff basically

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am recovering from a cold.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You'd woken up sick, quite possibly in the worst condition of your life. Your limbs ached, your head was pounding, your stomach turned at every tremor of the Crest, your throat was sore and you could barely breathe through your nose. Death felt like it was approaching you at any second.

Din insisted that you were being dramatic.

He was sure that you'd just picked up a minor illness from the last planet you'd stopped on for supplies and would recover in a couple of days. He told you to rest and to stay away from Grogu as much as possible, unsure of the strength of the child's immune system.

Which would have been easy considering all you wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball in the dark and sleep. Unfortunately, the kid was just a little too curious in nature and wanted to see what was wrong with you. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. This caused Din to lock him away in the cockpit with a shiny ball to occupy him for the majority of the time while you recovered. 

"I feel bad." You told your travelling companion after Grogu had been shut away.

"You'll feel worse if you give him this disease and he dies." The Mandalorian replied, handing you an extra blanket after assuring you that it was fine that you used his bunk to sleep in.

Your eyes widened in fear, heart beating rapidly in your chest suddenly. "I thought you said this was a common illness!"

"Yes, but he is only a child." He sighed, gesturing for you to lie down. "You will be fine. Now go to sleep."

You mumbled to yourself lowly but did as he said anyway, drifting into a dreamless sleep once Din had closed the door.

You awoke some time later, sweat pouring out of you in floods as you burned as hot as a supernova. In your delirious fevered state you got out of the bunk, laid down on the floor of the hull and fell asleep again.

When you woke up again, a few hours later you assumed, you could feel something touching you.

As your eyes cleared, you realised that Din was sat beside you on a crate patting your head.

Your brows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Soothing you." He mumbled through the modulator.

"By doing this?" You croaked, glancing up to where his wrist hovered above your eyes.

He paused. "Do you... do you not like it?"

"Don't dislike it." You said. "It's just a little strange."

"The kid likes it."

"Do I look like a green baby with large ears to you?"

He hesitated.

"Don't answer that." You grumbled, turning to bury your face in the thin blanket you'd dragged to the floor with you.

"You were talking in your sleep. I thought it might help."

"Oh." You whispered, embarrassed about what you might have said.

"It was mostly incoherent mumbling."

"Oh." Thank the stars.

"Mostly." There was a hint of teasing amusement to his voice which you were terrified to question.

But you did anyway. "What does that mean? What did I say?"

He ignored your questions. "You should get back into bed."

"Too hot."

"Get back into bed, cyar'ika." He insisted, holding a gloved hand out to help you up.

You did as he said, too tired to argue anymore.

"I'll come back to check on you in a while." Din told you before disappearing to the cockpit again.

You faded in and out of sleep before the Mandalorian came back with a bowl of soup and a restless Grogu at his side a little later.

Worry plagued your mind momentarily as you cautiously eyed the kid. "I don't want to get him sick."

"He missed you." Din replied with a small shrug, handing you the bowl and a spoon.

You smiled down at the kid weakly, glad to see him. He was a nice presence to have around, almost always happy about something. The Mandalorian was the opposite in that regard - always unhappy about something, apart from the child, but was still a nice presence to have around. Overall, the combination of the both of them was making you feel better. A lot better. There was no one else you'd rather spend your sick days with.

The three of you ate in silence, just the occassional babble of nonsense from Grogu as he slurped down his dinner. The warm food made your throat hurt less but despite its temperature, you started to get cold.

You wrapped the blanket more tightly around yourself in the hope that it would help but had little success. So you distracted yourself by watching Din and Grogu interact instead. Maybe the warm feeling they created in your heart would extend to the rest of your body.

The dull hum of the ship combined with the quiet mumbled, very much one-sided, conversation between the two other members of the clan caused you to grow sleepy again. Which Din quickly noticed when your eyelids started drooping and your head lolled to the side a couple of times. So he swiftly put the child to bed and sent him back to the cockpit before returning to you.

"You should go back to bed." He stated, noticing your intense grip on the blanket as he sat you down on the end of his bunk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold." You confessed, even though it was pretty obvious by your violent shivering and chattering teeth. "Freezing actually."

Din did nothing for a moment, just stared at you and seemingly contemplated something if the way his fingers twitched at his sides was any indication, before hitting a switch and plunging the hull into darkness.

"What are you doing?" You blinked, suddenly feeling more awake as you tried to adjust to the lack of light.

"Sshh." He replied, the clang of metal on metal punctuating the word for him.

Was he... was he undressing?

"Din, stop."

"I said sshh." His voice was clear, no muffling from a modulator or helmet. His face was out in the open.

You stayed silent until you felt hands land on your shoulders, letting out a small gasp at the contact.

"Lie down on your side." Din mumbled, gently pushing you back.

The protest you had prepared died on your tongue as you felt him crawl into the bunk beside you and settle down at your back as the two of you laid down. He got as close to you as possible, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.

"What're you doing?" You whispered despite relaxing back against him and embracing the heat he was radiating.

"Warming you up." He mumbled into the back of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"No!" You whined, wriggling a little to attempt getting out of his grasp. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't breathe on me then." He answered simply, arms locking around you to hold you in place. "Now go to sleep."

You would've fought more, concerned with his health, if it wasn't for the fact that this position felt good. So good. He was warm and soft and you felt so safe and secure in his hold. Maybe just cuddling for a little while wouldn't be too risky. At least, that's what you told yourself as you fell into a deep slumber.

It only took a couple of days before rattling, shaky coughs could be heard echoing around the ship from a certain bounty hunter's modulator.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

[leennaan]

Loving your fics and would love a lea Schuller fic.

Thank you that means a lot to me.

I hope you like this one as well. I may have gotten a little carried away😅

Lea Schüller/ The best day of our life

The Euros should have been her tournament. And it startet as such. Scoring the first goal in Germanys first match.

But then Covid happened.

The morning after the match Lea woke up with a headache and a sore throat.

With a sinking feeling she stood up and called their team doctor telling him they should probably do a test. And how right she was. As soon as she looked at the test sitting on the little table in her room. Two strips. She cursed and started coughing almost instantly.

She never had it before and now she got it at the worst time possible.

After sitting in her room trying to understand and accept that she wouldn’t be playing in the next few matches, she called you.

You were at a team game night when your phone ringed. Looking at the caller you frowned.

Lea and you had decided to only call after either of you played a game as to not loose to much focus.

Leah had looked at your phone over your shoulder while you were still unsure on what to do.

“Go on Y/n. She wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t important.”

You thanked your captain and accepted the call walking out of the room to be alone.

“Lea? Is everything alright? Why are you calling?”

As soon as she started to talk you heard her raspy voice and the slight cough she tried to cover up.

“I am positive. I’ve got covid. Baby, I don’t now what to do. I am out for at least the next to games.”

Your heart sunk for her. You know how hard she had worked for this tournament and she had such a good game yesterday.

“Lea, I am so sorry. I wish I could be there with you.”

“No Baby, even if you could I wouldn’t let you. It is enough that I am not able to play. No need for you to get sick too.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“You are so strong love. You will be back before you now it. Even stronger as before.”

You didn’t know how wrong you were.

After five days in quarantine Leas test was finally negative and she was allowed back on the pitch.

But even tho she had the all clear to play again Martina decided to not play her. So while Lea had to sit on the bench,

Alex played the tournament of her life. She was happy for her teammate but she couldn’t help but feel down. She didn’t play another minute in the tournament until the day of the final.

Alex injured herself in the last training before the final and Lea was told she potentially would be starting in the final.

As soon as she heard the new she wanted to call you but that wasn’t possible. You yourself would be playing in the final against her. England vs Germany. She vs you.

So when you read her name on the German starting line up you were happy and scared at the same time. You had talked about the possibility of playing against each other but you somehow you hadn’t thought that it would really happen.

Georgia must have noticed your mood change as she came over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will change between you two. You love her, she loves you. And after the this game we will all be teammates.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you G. You now, if we win..” She interrupted you “You mean when we win.”

“Of course, when we win, we will be teased endlessly when we are back in Munich. I can’t wait what you will have to do at you initiation.” You laughed while Georgia groaned.

You looked at Lea when you were standing in line waiting to finally walk out into a sold out Wembley. Once you caught her eyes you smiled at her and she smiled back. Instantly you felt calmer and you let out a small sigh. “Whipped” Keira whispered into your ear. You just look at her with a raised eyebrow looking pointedly at Lucy’s hand that is rubbing soothingly over her shoulder. But before anymore could be said Leah started to walk outside and you followed your captain.

121 Minutes. You were exhausted. But as the final whistle sounded you couldn’t help the scream that left your mouth. Running to your teammates you started to celebrate. You were European Champion. You loved the feeling.

But when you looked at the German girls you heart sunk. Most of them were sitting on the grass, tears running down their faces. You searched for your girl. Desperate to hold her, to console her, to tell her that everything would be alright.

Lea didn’t know what to do. She knew she didn’t play as good as she could have. It was hard to play in a final after not playing a single minute since the first game. But she couldn’t help but blame herself. She knew it was a team sport but still.

She was on the verge of breaking down, when she was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. “I am so proud of you. You played so well.” You said but Lea couldn’t help the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. “Not good enough” You hugged her tighter and you felt how Lea relaxed into you.

“You played so so good. I know that this wasn’t how you hoped the tournament would go, but you just played in the final. You can be so proud of yourself. I am so proud of you!”

“Can I kiss you?” You were surprised by Leas request but who were you to say no. So you leaned in and kissed her. You ignored the wolf-whistle’s that erupted around you and deepened the kiss even more.

After you pulled away Lea smiled at you. “You now, I love it and I hate it at the same time. I am so proud of you, Schatz. And I am so happy for you but I can’t wait to play on the same team with you again.”

You kissed her on the forehead before she told you to go celebrate with your teammates.

Lea watched you walk back.

“Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir.” Said Lena once she reached her best friend.

Lea stiffened, thinking about the ring box that was sitting in her bag.

“Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?”

“Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen.”

And with that Lea had made up her mind. After you got the medal and lifted the trophy Lea watched as her girl came running up to her and in that moment she knew she was doing the right thing. So when y/n reached her Lea got down on one knee and watched as you gasped.

“This tournament had so many ups and downs for us. And while it may not have been the tournament I dreamed of you certainly are the girl I always dreamed about. You are there for me when I am feeling down and help me up again. I love you more than anything and I hope to be the that person for you. I want to live my whole life with you by my side. Holding more trophies together and fighting thought thick and thin together. So I want to ask you, Y/n will you make this my dream tournament, my dream day by becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

Lea watched as tears fell down you cheeks and you started to frantically nod “A thousand times yes, Lea! I love you so much! You made this the absolute best day of my life.”

After Lea put the ring on your finger she grabbed you and kissed you once more.

It may not have been the tournament had wished for. But you were way more important than any trophy could ever be.

* Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir- You are so in Love. I have Mercer seen you like this before. If I am not invited to the wedding I will never talk to you again.

* Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?- Lena, is it the wrong time to ask her now?

* Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen- What? You’ve got a ring? Oh my God Lea! I think you would just make the moment even more unforgettable for Y/n

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I am on holiday and the weather is shit so I have too much time to think about ideas to write😂 so there may come some more in the next days, as the weather is supposed to remain shot for the next few days🫤

So if you want to see something specific let me know🙃☺️

[sentientgolfball]

A little gift for @copiasjuicebox :3 I hope you like it, I thought about it all day

Pairing: Copia/Reader (gn)

Word Count: 1211

Summary: Reader is anxious that they might be getting sick. Copia offers his best comfort.

It had been one hell of a week for you. The Ministry recently came into possession of some ancient texts that supposedly talked of ghoul mythology. You and a team of archivists were given the task of translating and rewriting the stories. There weren’t many, just three calfskin books. The problem lied in their condition. The papyrus was worn and the pigment used for the text was faded. Some pages were unlegible, marked in your notes to return to it later. You were only halfway through the first book by the end of the week and you couldn’t have been more grateful for a break. 

When the excitement of a new find finally worn off, you were only left with stress. You were worried about preservation, about getting a complete translation, about the possibility of the Clergy getting impatient and demanding a deadline. You worked yourself into the darkest hours of the night, determined to do as much as you could as fast as you could. You were beginning to regret this. 

It started as a simple headache, pressure building right between your eyes and spreading up. You ignored it. Then came the fatigue and you brushed it off as a symptom of your disrupted sleep schedule. When you woke up with a sore throat the panic finally set in. You couldn’t be sick. You have no time to be sick. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the worst possible scenarios as you trudge back to your room from the archives. What if this thing knocked you out for days? A week? What if it was something worse than simple allergies from being a cramped, dusty room all day? What if you had to spend a night in the infirmary, oh you hated going to the infirmary. 

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the sound of footsteps from around the corner. You try to make your usual turn, body on autopilot, but instead you crash into something solid. The figure lets out an ‘oof’ before apology after apology follows. You blink a few times, shake your head, and finally take a look at who you bumped into only tp be greeted by none other than Copia. 

“Please forgive me my head is ehh not here at the moment.”

“No Cardinal it’s my fault I should’ve been paying attention.”

“Copia.”

“Huh?”

“Please call me Copia. I am only Cardinal when the sun is out.”

You smile, “Then I’m sorry for running into you Copia.”

There’s a brief pause while you two just stare at each other. Copia fiddles with his hands, the sides of his mouth quirking up a few times. You can tell he has something on his mind and you decide to ignore the heavy feeling in your body to see if he’ll say it. 

“Apologies if I am ehh stepping out of a line here, but you do not look so well. You do not sound great either.” 

“Is it that obvious?” 

Even you can hear the scratch to your voice when you ask the question. You cringe at the feeling of dryness in the back of your throat. 

“I am afraid so” Copia nods, “you should go see Omega he can work wonders when you’re feeling ehh a little under the weather.” 

You feel a wave of cold creep through your body “I uh I’d rather not have to do that.” 

“Que? Well that is understandable he can be a bit intimidating at first. I am sure Aether wouldn’t mind a visitor.” 

“No it’s not the ghoul that’s the problem.” 

Copia raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. 

“I hate going to the infirmary. It’s like actually admitting I’m sick. I always feel worse leaving than I did before I showed up” you explain. 

There’s another long, awkward pause where Copia stares at you, tapping his chin in thought. His eyes widen and he snaps his fingers. 

“Follow me!”

He turns and starts walking down the corridor without looking to see if you’re following. 

“No infirmaries I promise just ehh trust me” he calls over his shoulder. 

You consider him for a moment before smiling and shrugging and moving to catch up with him. You end up following him all the way back to what you can only assume is his room. You hesitate when he opens the door for you, but when he looks at you with a lopsided, nervous grin you relent. It’s a little messy, trinkets and books and photos strewn about but it makes you feel at ease. It’s almost comforting seeing how well lived in the space is. You take a deep breath and though your nose is a little stuffy you can still pick up the hints of vanilla and lavender incense. 

“It is not much but I make do” he smiles at you. 

“I think it’s lovely.” 

He blushes a bit at the compliment before walking over to his desk. He pulls out a small box, muttering to himself while he sifts through the contents. You watch him as he works, setting out cups, filling a container of water. 

“It is a special blend of tea from Mountain. It is ehh meant to soothe sore throats and to help you sleep.” 

“Please do not be a stranger, make yourself at home” he works on preparing the tea. 

You happily take a seat on the small couch in the corner of his room. Your body aches and it feels like heaven to finally get off your feet. You sigh heavily and sink back into the softness of the cushions. When the tea is finished Copia sits down next to you. He takes a sip and curses when it burns his tongue. You steadily sip yours after letting it cool down a little. 

The lowlight of Copia’s room combined with the warmth of the tea has your eyes drooping faster than you can process it. You’re tired and your head feels heavy on your shoulders. You feel like you could sleep for days. You don’t even notice how close Copia has gotten while he filled the silence with whatever thoughts came to mind. He pauses in some rant about some new statue the Ministry is supposed to be receiving when he feels your head slump against his shoulder. He’s tense for a moment before setting his and your cups down. You suddenly remember where you’re at and jump up, quick to apologize.

“Please” he laughs “it is alright. If it will make you feel better I am ehh happy to oblige.” 

The rational side of your brain said it was an intrusion, but you were too tired and too anxious about the possibility of being sick to care. You settle back on the couch and, leaning against him, deciding the comfort of another was more important than any possible embarrassment. He pulls a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around you two. You close your eyes, not willing to fight off sleep any longer. The warmth of his body, the sound of his heart, and the vibrations of some tune he’s humming are the perfect combination to finally put you at ease. You fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you. 

“Goodnight caro, sleep well.”

[misslaevna]

hello! Can I request Chuuya and dazai taking care of a sick reader? I’ve gotten really sick and mannnn I just need fluff 😔, gender neutral please!! Take care of yourself!!

Get well soon, I hope you like it! ♡

Taking care of you while you're sick

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya Genre: fluff

Chuuya

No matter how hard you tried to convince Chuuya that ‘it’s not that bad’, your pale skin and your voice were saying otherwise.

And Chuuya believed your symptoms, not your determination to make him feel at ease.

‘Hey. You don’t look fine’, he said while he stepped behind you while you were making tea, and wrapped his arms around you. ‘Go back to bed or I’m tossing you in it.’

You wanted to argue, you really wanted to, but instead of a solid reasoning, only deep coughs came out.

Chuuya gently shook his head while placing his hand on your waist, guiding you back to bed.

When you were all cozied up, Chuuya headed back to the kitchen to finish making tea for you, along with a light breakfast, just in case your appetite gets better. He brought your drink and food inside on a tray, placing it on your nightstand.

‘If anything happens, text- no, call me,’ He said, stroking your face, fixing his worried gaze on you. 

You shook your head, ‘Dear, it’s just a cold.’ You said, placing your hand on top of his. 

Even if it is just a cold, Chuuya is still worried about you. He hates seeing you sick, what he hates even more is that he can’t be beside you all day long. 

‘I’ll try to be back early today’, he said, ‘take care baby.’ He said, pressing a kiss on your lips, and on your forehead. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too’ you said with a faint smile. ‘I’ll see you tonight.’

However, during the day, your phone just kept on buzzing every 30 minutes or so.

Chuuya really wanted to make sure you’re okay.

When he arrived home from work, he had a little surprise for you: herbal teas, all different kinds of fruits, and top quality essential oils.

‘Now, let’s get you back on your feet, shall we?’ he said, peeling a tangerine for you.

You smiled and a fuzzy feeling ran through your body: this time, not because of some sickness. But because you once again realised: you couldn’t possibly be in better hands.

Dazai

‘You’re not getting up today?’, Dazai asked peeping into your room, where you’ve been lying ever since your alarm went off… like five times now.

You shook your head, ‘Not today’. You woke up with the worst headache and a sore throat; no way you’re going to work today. ‘Tell Kunikida I’m sick, please.’

‘Sick?’, Dazai’s eyes widened. ‘So, no work today?’

Dazai tossed his coat and shoes down and made his way to the other side of the bed. He got under the covers and scooted right next to you to wrap you in his arms.

‘Let’s sleep a little more, then.’

You shook your head, ‘Dazai, you’re perfectly capable of going to work.’

‘They’ll live for a day without me’, he whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek, ‘I’m staying home today with you.’ 

You gave up on arguing a long time ago with Dazai; you had no choice but to accept that you will be spending the day with your boyfriend today.

You immediately fell asleep in Dazai’s arms, the way he was stroking your hair worked its magic almost instantly. 

After you fell asleep, Dazai kept on stroking your hair, and then your cheek, admiring you with his deep, brown eyes.

When you were fast asleep, without a sound, Dazai carefully got up from next to you and made his way down to the pharmacy a couple blocks away from you.

Being, well, Dazai, he returned with probably one too many over the counter medicines and vitamins.

At least you can choose from literally all available flavours!

When he got back home, he found you still sleeping.

He changed into a comfortable t-shirt, careful to not wake you up, and crawled back to bed, just to take you into his arms again.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling his arms around you and his breathing down on your neck.

‘You really should’ve gone to work today.’ you said, slowly drifting back to another round of sleeping.

‘I’m doing my duty just fine.’, said Dazai teasingly, pressing a couple kisses on your face, while his hold around you tightened, ‘Sleep, dear.’

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[domesticblisss]

Can we get a "knock on your window, them standing outside in the middle of the night, a bouquet of flowers in their hand" with Eddie? Please and thank you!

drabble: eddie munson x reader | word count: 514 | cw: mentions of being sick with a flu, eddie being a little gross

she had been in bed crying all day.

today was the day that she and eddie would finally go on a date after days without having some time for themselves, and she woke up sick.

it came with the job, being a babysitter wasn’t easy and sometimes she had to take care of sick kids. even with all of her efforts to try not to catch whatever holly wheeler had – washing her hands countless times a day, using separate utensils and staying as far away as possible from the poor girl – she still woke up with the worst flu ever.

headache, a sore throat and a congested nose ended the prospect of a good day.

it broke her heart having to call eddie to cancel with him, his happy voice soon turned gloomy as he heard the words come out raggedy from her lips.

“it’s okay, love. take care of yourself.” he sounded so sad that just remembering the tone of his voice made her cry harder.

it’s 8p.m. and they were supposed to go to earl’s diner for dinner and hop to the movies for a screening of labyrinth, but now she had to be content with flavourless chicken soup and reruns of too close for comfort.

she was almost falling asleep when she heard a knock on her window. groggily, she got up and followed the sound.

eddie stood there, a bouquet of her favourite flowers in hand and a picnic basket and a cvs bag by his feet. he motioned for her to open the window, and she did, not before covering her face with her shirt’s collar.

“eddie, what are you doing here?” her voice muffled.

“what do you think i am doing? we are having our date!” he said as he shushed her away, getting into her bedroom.

“eddie! you can’t come in here, you’ll get sick!”

“princess, first of all, put your shirt down and let me see your face.”

“no, i look gross.”

“well, i think now is a good time for me to tell you that i find snotty noses really sexy.”

“ew!” she laughed and finally let go of her shirt.

“here.” he handed her the bouquet and kissed her lips.

“eddieee! i don’t want you to get sick!”

“your flu is my flu. if we get sick together we can spend the whole day in bed together.”

“that’s very tempting, to be honest. and thank you, they are lovely.” she said, trying to and failing to smell the flowers.

he lifted the basket in one hand and the cvs bag on the other, saying “i got all your favourites from earl’s and cough syrup, pills and, basically, everything they had for flu. also, steve lent me a copy of pretty in pink, what do you say?”

she smiled, inviting him into her bed.

they laughed, they cried, they ate and they made out.

eddie fell asleep with his arms around her waist and her head in his chest.

“babe,” eddie’s voice hoarse “i think i’m sick.”

“told you so.” she pecked his lips.

feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

[medicus-mortem]

@chatcambrioleur answered [+]

She wasn't sure how long she'd been in the dark. It had been a while, now --- days, maybe weeks. She was resilient --- after all, it was only a matter of time before the Straw Hats got here, she knew. It didn't make captivity any easier. She'd never forgotten the sensation of a cold, metal chain around her neck, and it was all too soon to feel it again, for Nami's taste. Unfortunately, her newest accessory wasn't chosen with her comfort in mind. The navigator's heart hadn't stopped pounding since she'd woken up. Not only panic from horrid memories, but a fear of what her future held. Did they plan on turning her in for her bounty? Exploiting her captain for her return? Or perhaps she would become a slave to a Celestial Dragon. Too many terrible possibilities ensured the tears that did not stop rolling down freckled cheeks. Her captors weren't particularly bright, but they were strong, a few with impressive Devil Fruit powers. From what she'd gathered, they didn't recognize her, when they'd attacked her from behind. The village the Straw Hats had been visiting seemed friendly enough. Certainly safe enough to wander around, to visit the bookstores and shop a little. The moment she lost track of her crew, the men had been waiting, and pounced, before the cat thief had the chance to reach for her cloudy protector. The next thing she knew, she was ... here. Wherever here happened to be. It was dark, it was cold, and dirty--- her clothes had been ripped and tattered. She wasn't sore enough to imply the worst, though it was possible someone had felt their way around her soft curves as they were searching her. When she woke up, her den den mushi was gone. Zeus was gone. Her crew had no idea where she was, she was chained up, and she had no idea how long she could go on like this. Before they did something terrible. The sound of rusty door hinges creaking open had quickly become a blessing and a curse. One of them, maybe bringing her food --- or coming to taunt her. The famed Weather Witch, Cat Thief, Straw Hat Nami, pathetic, dirty, and chained to a wall. The only relief was the crack of light from the outside hallway, which she basked in, every chance she got. Her head lifted as she heard the sound, searching for the reprieve, the literal light at the end of the tunnel. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, although there wasn't much to see. At most, she was expecting to spy one of the monsters who'd taken her hostage. Instead, she saw a much more familiar soul, one far more welcomed by the navigator.

"Law..." Her voice, a pitiful, dry croak, hardly audible. Her eyes were still adjusting --- as the moments passed, it became easier to recognize that the Surgeon of Death was spattered in crimson. Grateful her hands weren't restrained, she reached for him, desperate for an ounce of kindness after a lifetime of cruelty. "You --- you came for me...?" She'd expected her crew to find her first. For some reason, she hadn't expected Law's presence, at all. Take me home. "The key --- please. I need to get out of here." Not just her cell. Not the prison she'd found herself in. She needed to be freed of the iron links, keeping her trapped like a human pet. Desperation shined in glassy eyes, a sob choking in her throat. "You found me..."

   Another guard falls with a dying gasp, his blood splattering on the stark white walls. Another splash of fresh, metallic scent to add to the aroma of death that follows Law down the hallway. In this moment he doesn’t care about the lives he’s snuffed out here. He cares not for the blood that stains his shirt and mixes with the black of his coat. Law no longer registers the agonised cries coming from the rooms above. Most will fall silent soon enough. At this moment it is all background noise, all distraction. He has only one focus now.

   Law can feel her presence down the hall. He can hear the distress in her Haki, in her voice. He breaks into a run, heart pounding in his desperation to see Nami alive and safe. Fear curls in his gut, the thought that he is too late still swirling in his mind. He finds her door, fumbling with her key as he takes a deep breath. He has to calm down some, has to be strong to keep her tethered, especially after an ordeal like this.

   The big metal door creaks as he shoves it open. Golden gaze falls on Nami, the light hitting her and glinting off the collar around her neck. A hissed breath in through his teeth and that rage is back. He should have left more of them alive so they could suffer longer. He does not linger in that fury, instead Law is quick to come to Nami’s side. Her weak words and desperate, reaching hands tugging at his heart.

   “I found you. I got you,” he says, deep voice becoming impossibly soft.

   He drops to his knees before Nami, a bloody Kikoku getting dropped to the concrete beside her. Law takes one of those reaching hands, grasping it tight as his focus drops to the collar. He scowls at it, jaw tight. His free hand rises and he makes a localised Room around Nami’s head. He doesn’t have the patience to fumble with keys. Gently he releases her hand and grasps the collar. His other hand runs a finger against the metal, creating a cut in the front. He continues the process on the back and a moment later Law eases the two halves from Nami’s elegant neck before throwing them aside. In the interplay of light and his shadow Law sees the raw, bleeding flesh beneath. Golden eyes become cold, hand rising to gently touch Nami’s neck as his Room vanishes.

   “I’m gonna get you out of here,” he says, voice hinting at that cold, unyielding rage. “And then I’ll fucking tear this place apart.”

[akagami-no-laney]

Of massages and misunderstading

Characters: Hongo, OC, Shanks, Benn Beckman, Yasopp

Word count: 2450k

A/n: so.... I really hope it's ok.

Hongo woke up feeling like he was born again. He slept for 8 hours straight, nobody has asked for his help, nobody seemed to be sick anymore. Of course, he loved his job and the crew, but after a month of flu, sore throat, cough and stomach bug, he surely needed some rest; and a drink because he survived without throwing himself overboard.

He was heading to the galley for breakfast, when someone knocked at the door of his office.

Oh shit. Too good to be true.

He opened the door, preparing himself for another hard day, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl in front of him.

“Good morning, princess!” he said smiling.

“Good morning. I wouldn’t say it’s a good one anyway. And don’t call me princess” She stared at him with angry, sleepy eyes.

“Oh, little miss Laney can talk in the early morning?” he joked.

“Only when absolutely necessary.”

“Come in and tell me what’s the matter.”

“I just woke up with headache, the worst of my life I’d say, and stiff neck. I can’t turn it on the left side.”

“The worst headeache of your life? Even worse than your 18th birthday?” he asked.

“Yeah… wait, what do you know about it?”

Hongo laughed, with a cocky smile on his face “Oh, we know everything little miss! So, headache, stiff neck… you have no idea why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Should I?”

“Well, try to think about it.”

“I’m too tired, I can’t.” she said, hoping he would stop.

“Are you sure?”

Laney sighed. “Why don’t you give me a painkiller and cut it off?”

“Oh, you’d love that, but no darling, it doesn’t work like that.” He seemed a little bit angry. “Now, how many times did I told you? Sit up straight when you sew, no strange position when you read!”

“Come on, it happened twice” she objected, rolling her eyes.

“Yesterday evening” he reminded her.

The girl shrugged her shoulders “Unnecessary details. Listen Hongo, I don’t want to be late, I already had an argument with the captain last night and I have no intention to fight again with him today… Can you please give me some painkiller?” she asked.

Hongo saw her eyes filling up with tears. He sighed, then he shook his head. “Calm down honey, I was going to say that it wouldn’t be helpful. I’ll give you a massage.”

She hesitated: “Oh… but it won’t hurt too much, right?”

“I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, but I can’t promise.” He answered with a smile. “Now, take off your t-shirt and lay on your stomach” he said, guiding her towards one of the beds.

“The lower back is fine?” he asked suspiciously.

“Yes, no problem at all.” She answered quickly.

“Ok! So, if I do this…” he put pressure with his thumb on her lower back, making her scream. “Don’t lie to me baby girl” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“I didn’t think it hurt so much.” Laney explained.

“Yes, your father said the same thing months ago. Then he threw his back out, and when I treated him, he was screaming like a child.”

Laney laughed a bit. “Oh, I would have paid to see him.”

“I know. Now, take a deep breath and relax, I’ll take good care of you, ok?”

“Yeah, ok. Wait, what happens if I swear?”

Hongo burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, you’re in neutral territory. No Berry in the swear jar but try not to curse too much.” He said.

She nodded and took a deep breath. Hongo started manipulating her neck, making her shiver for the second time in less than ten minutes. His expert touch was so gentle on her skin, despite a little bit of pain, and she let out a little moan.

“You needed that, uh?” he asked pressing with his thumbs at the bottom of her head.

“Absolutely” she agreed.

“I can feel it, you are so rigid… you don’t stretch anymore? You used to do it every day.” 

“Yeah, I stopped when you told me to pause my training. Ahh!” she screamed, when Hongo put a little more pressure on the left side.

“Well, I never told you to stop doing stretching… Start again, or you’ll need a massage every week”.

Well, where’s the problem? She thought. Ok, it was a bit painful, but the feeling of his big hands on her body was beyond words, she could get used to it.

“Tell me about the argument with boss.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what happened. It’s Uta’s fault anyway.”

“As usual” he joked.

“Hey, I’m telling the truth! And then, she went crying to dad… who always takes her side!”

“Well, given the situation I kind of understand him.”

“Of course…” she muttered sarcastically.

“You know what I mean; anyway, he scolded Uta too.” He reassured her.

“If you say so… ouch, Hongo it hurts!”

“I know, otherwise you wouldn’t be here! Be patient darling.”

“Do you think I’ve gone too far?” asked Shanks to his first mate. He stared at the galley’s door, hoping to see Laney coming in.

“Yes. And for sure she’s even more persuaded that Uta is your favorite” He replied.

“But that’s not true!” the captain protested.

“Tell her”

Shanks sighed: “I didn’t mean to… I guess I was just to impulsive.”

Yasopp laughed: “Well, we know who Laney got it from!”

“I’m going to check if she’s ok.”

“I’ll come with you.” Suggested Benn.

“Me too. Hongo didn’t show up either, I need to speak to him.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Laney was glad that her uncle wasn’t there.

“Breath and be patient honey” replied Hongo calmly, applying pressure on the left shoulder blade.

“I know but… it hurts!” she complained, feeling the ache radiate along the arm.

“Sorry baby girl, but it takes some heavy hand.” He knew that she was suffering, but it was the only way to make her feel better.

Slowly, the pain became bearable and she relaxed a bit. “It seems better now.”

“I told you so!” he said, as he gently started massaging her right shoulder. He could feel a big difference from the other one: it wouldn’t have been necessary to treat it, but he decided to give her a little break from the agony.

Shanks knocked to the door of Laney’s bedroom, hoping to find her there. “Laney?! Have you fallen asleep?” he asked. Benn encouraged him to try again when he received no answer. “Princess? Please, can we talk?”

“Maybe she hid herself to stay in peace” suggested Yasopp “and hey, we’re in the middle of the sea, it’s not like she can run away.”

Shanks nodded, but that didn’t solve the problem: after what he told her yesterday, he wouldn’t be surprised if she threw herself overboard.

“Oh, that feels good!” she moaned.

“Finally, you appreciate my job” he joked.

“Who told you I didn’t?”

“You, a few minutes ago, when you kept complaining.”

“But that hurt! Now well… aaah” she whined, smiling.

Hongo positioned his hands between her shoulder blades.

“Now breathe in and out” he ordered and when Laney exhaled he pressed firmly on her skin.

“Aaahh!” she yelped hearing the crack.

“You felt that? I’ll do it again, and then we can take care of your lower back.”

Hongo repeated the treatment, making her groan.

“Hongo, I think I love you!”

“I agree, I love me too!” he laughed.

Outside of the infirmary, Yasopp, Shanks and Benn stared at the door: a few minutes earlier, the sniper was about to knock, but he stopped, hearing two voices. He wanted to say something, because he understood that someone was in the infirmary, a girl precisely, who’s voice was dangerously similar to Laney’s. And judging from the expression of both the captain and the vice-captain, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Well, maybe it’s not what it’s look like” said Benn calmly, after a couple of minutes.

“You think so? Hongo… my baby girl… they are…” Shanks couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“She’s almost nineteen” Benn reminded him, lighting another cigarette.

“Oh, so it’s ok if she fucks a man who is the same age as her father?” asked the sniper raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just saying that she’s not stupid, she can take her own decisions.”

Shanks ran his hand through his hair: he had always stated that he wanted his daughters to be free to live their lives, and that they were able to distinguish between what is right and wrong, but this was a completely different situation! Laney wasn’t even 19, and she broke up with her boyfriend just a few months ago! What was the point of throwing herself into a new relationship?

“Hongo…” Laney whined. The doctor was treating her lower back, and for fuck’s sake, it was painful.

“I know, darling. Please, hang on and take deep breaths.”

“Shit, it hurts!” she muttered, feeling the tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry honey. Do not stiffen up, or it will be worse. Relax and keep focus on breathing… we’re almost done.”

“Aahh! My goodness Hongo!”

“You’ve done great baby… now, get up slowly and sit.” He instructed.

Hongo laughed a bit when he saw her face.

“Is my face the same color as my hair?” she inquired, laughing too.

“More or less… how do you feel? Try turning left and then right.”

“Far better” said the girl, with a huge smile.

“Good! You’ll still feel a little bit of pain for today, but only because I’ve just treated you… now, lay down on your back, I just want to check something.”

“It looks like they are really going for it” commented the sniper.

“Do you mind? It’s my daughter you’re talking about.” Shanks scolded him in annoyance.

“All the more reason why I’m saying this…”

Laney let out another moan of pleasure, as Hongo was gently massaging her jaws.

“Do you grind often your teeth darling?”

Laney nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that, especially when you’re angry. I can feel how tense you are, and that’s one of the reasons of your headache.” The doctor explained.

“Really?”

“Yes. So, try to find another way to take your anger out, ok little miss?”

Well, there is a way…, she thought, but she didn’t say anything, and lifted her thumbs up, to let him know that she had understood.

They remained in silence for a while: Hongo was still massaging her jaws and she relaxed a bit, smiling.

Then, the doctor started again to manipulate her neck.

“Everything’s fine baby doll?” he asked.

“Mh-mh” she whimpered.

“Perfect” murmured the doctor. Then he embraced her head, and after a few seconds he made it turn to the left with a loud crack.

“Oh my God Hongo!” she screamed a little bit shocked.

“What the…?” Shanks was astonished. He was about to enter in Hongo’s office, but Benn stopped him.

“Come on, that was nothing!” the doctor laughed.

“You could have warned me! Don’t you dare do it again, otherwise no cheesecake for you!” she advised.

“Ooohhh so I deserve a cake!” he affirmed cheerfully.       

Laney sighed. “Well, I made you skip breakfast, and I know these past weeks have not been easy for you… Actually, I didn’t want to bother you, but I know the second you saw me like this, you would get mad.”

“Look… you’re right: I was a little bit angry before. What I always tell the others also applies to you, if you’re sick come to me immediately. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes” she murmured.

“Good” he said and took advantage of that moment to embrace her head again, this time making it turn to the right.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry little miss, we’re almost done” he reassured her.

“Almost?” she repeated.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Sit now, slowly.” He ordered, then he embraced her, running his strong arms under her armpits and then crossed them behind her head.

“Lift your arms and place your hands on mine.”

Laney did as instruct.

“Ok, hold tight…” With a quick move, he leaned against the girl's back, pushing her forward and lifting her slightly with a resounding crack.

“Aaahhh!” she moaned loudly.

“Perfect darling, we’re done” the doctor informed her, smiling.

“You’re a bad person, you know it? You can forget the cheesecake!” she told him, heavily breathing.

The man shrugged: “I’ll ask Lucky to bake a cake for me.” He joked. “Anyway, do you really feel better? Everything is fine?”

The girl nodded. “Thank you so much Hongo.”

“I’m here for you, my favorite pain in the ass” he replied, pulling her into a hug. He gently caressed her long red hair as she let him lull her in silence. Laney was unable to explain why, but that was perhaps one of the few moments she had felt at home on the Red Force.

“Ok, that’s enough” said Shanks angrily and knocked at the door. “Hongo, are you there?”

Both Hongo and Laney were surprised by the tone of his voice.

“Yes Boss, come in” answered the doctor.

The captain stormed in the office, followed by Benn and Yasopp.

“Everything ok Boss?”

“Yeah… why is Laney here?” he asked.

“She had headache and stiff neck, I’ve just finish torturing her, now she’s fine.”

“Headache… stiff neck…” Shanks repeated, while Benn shook his head: "Idiot" murmured the vice captain.

“Yes captain… do you have problem with comprehension?” she asked, irritated.

“Dad is the word little miss… and sorry, I didn't see you at breakfast, you weren't in your room, and I thought you were sick.”

“Liar” Yasopp said, faking a cough.

“I’m perfectly fine. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to have breakfast.”

“I’ll come with you” said Hongo.

“Me too” Shanks followed them.

Laney stared at his uncle: “What the fuck is wrong with him?” she murmured.

“Forget it, darling” he said, kissing her cheek. “Remember to put a Berry in the swear jar later.”

“Oh shit”

“Correction, two Berry”

********************************

Later that afternoon, Laney began preparing the ingredients for the cake, when she saw a hand grab a peach from the basket.

“No! I need that!” she screamed angrily. She looked up and saw Hongo taking a bite of the fruit.

“Sorry little miss, I couldn’t resist… it looked so juicy” he apologized, as a trickle of juice ran down his chin.

“Well... all right, I'll take another one.” she said, feeling he legs shaking. Hongo thanked her with a kiss on the forehead and left the kitchen.

“Laney?” Yasopp approached her.

“What?”

“Beware of the wet floor.”

[barbiewritesstuff]

Chapter 4: Easy Peasy

-- Why must I hurt myself this way? Just as a heads up, this is not the last chapter.

Massive TW for suicide, depression and suicide attempts.

Taglist: @because-edmund

--

If life had wanted to keep him, why was it making things so difficult?

He woke up, tick. Showered, tick. Worked out, tick. 

He put the kitty kibble in her bowl and called her.

She never came. In fact, she seemed to be nowhere at all. Not in her box, not in her bed, not in the hidey hole of the cat tree and not under any cabinets. 

Jake knew cats sometimes hid when they died and even though he had found a window open and there was a possibility that she had gotten out and she was fine, Jake felt the need to be realistic. She was an old lady. She needed special kitty kibble for her kidneys, she napped for 20 hours of the day on a special memory foam pillow he had purchased and she only drank filtered water from a special fountain. The chances of her being okay in San Diego was so low there was no point in getting his hopes up.

Still, let's not make any rash decisions. 

There were things to do, logistics to figure out if he made his choice but before doing anything, he needed to look for her. 

Jake had a recent picture of her already printed out to send to his grandmother. So he grabbed it and his car keys and set off. First, he knocked on all of his neighbours' doors and then drove around checking all the alleys and cul-de-sacs.

Nothing. 

Jake tried to breathe in for five counts, hold it for five more, breathe out for five counts and hold it for five again. 

His hands were shaking, his vision was blurring. He was going to puke. Jake parked his car, ran out and into his flat and barely made it into his bathroom before throwing up whatever coffee, cereal and dinner he had eaten during the week. 

Oh God

Oh God

Oh God 

Death. He picked death.

He made his decision after the third dry retch, when his tummy hurt and his throat was sore. When he was kneeling down in front of the toilet bowl with tears in his eyes.

It was mostly all prepared, having written his will, funeral wishes and suicide letters to his family a long time ago. But he'd left himself one last-minute decision. 

He'd heard drowning was one of the worst ways to go, along with hanging, and he'd never been able to swallow prescription pills. Those were out of the question. The only ones he could think of we're shooting himself or jumping off a building. 

Jake didn't want to jump.

But he did own a gun. It was hidden under his bed. He picked it up and almost threw up again. 

"I should tell someone" He suddenly thought. His first thought was Phoenix, but he didn't want to scar her. His second one was Rooster, but that didn't feel right either. So he picked up the phone and texted Maverick. 

" Sorry I have to put you through this but I don't know who else can do it. I am killing myself tonight, there are two envelopes on the kitchen table with my will and letters to my families. Sorry to the team. Please tell my mother I love her."

He loaded the gun. 

His phone buzzed twice. Jake ignored it and closed his eyes. Big breath in.

He'd shot someone before, albeit with his plane, but this couldn't be much different. Right?

He raised the gun to his head and breathed out.

[starryeyes2000]

Volte-Face: Chapter 37

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Pairings: Christopher Pike x OFC (Aalin)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: On her first mission as a member of Starfleet, interpreter Aalin Matthews is stranded on a war-torn world ten days’ journey from a haven. Safe passage for Federation personnel has been revoked. Hostile forces are hunting the orphans she is protecting. As she and the children make the dangerous trek, the crews of both Enterprise and Shenzhou work behind the scenes to aid them.

Banned from intervening, from returning to the planet, from scanning for Aalin’s location, Captain PIke must decide whether to ignore the prohibitions or risk intensifying the conflict, a choice complicated by his personal feelings for Aalin. And Spock must come to terms with his decision allowing her to remain behind; should the worst occur, it will be the first time the young lieutenant has lost someone under his command. Both Pike and Spock undertake a dangerous mission among the brutal people who invaded their neighbors in order to protect Aalin and the children and end the war.

Excerpt:

Five Months Ago Enterprise Orbiting Varia

As Aalin woke the wall and overhead lights gradually illuminated. Fluttering lids scratched against eyes like sandpaper, sore muscles protested movement, repeated swallows granted no relief to a dry throat. Skin on her chest and left arm, tender to touch, itched. Her head hurt. She propped on elbows and her eyes swept the space. Its floor to ceiling windows were one-way, transparent into the room, opaque to its occupant. Medical equipment littered the walls parallel to her bed.

A vague memory surfaced, someone at her side smoothing and tucking a blanket around her.

What happened?

Conversation sounded nearby. “... Ms. Matthews … Varian language translation … no solution …” Easing up and out of the bed, feet bare rendering her footfalls inaudible, and clothed in the knee length cross-tied blue gown of Sickbay, she followed the voices.

M’Benga, Chapel, a science officer, and their captain faced a three-dimensional hologram. With more force than necessary, Pike’s hand cast the picture onto a wall-mounted screen which flattened the intertwined patterns into rows of individual images. He pinched the bridge of his nose then said, “Again, Spock, from the beginning using words with fewer syllables.”

“We have little accurate data to work with. All recordings made of Varian speech prior to Ms. Matthew’s collapse were truncated. Software interpreted the frequencies beyond what Federation science believed possible as erroneous and eliminated them.”

“Damn foolish design choice,” M’Benga muttered. “Which came too close to claiming a life.”

Pike couldn’t stifle a slight wince. He said, as if repeating another’s words, “I can’t point to a concrete example, but the recordings of their language seem off.”

“Sir?”

“An observation Ms. Matthews made. Months ago. During a briefing at the State Department. She downplayed the assessment and no one, including myself, followed up on it.”

Reaching the conference room, Aalin stopped at its threshold, behind them, silent, and unnoticed. She tuned out the Vulcan’s continuing presentation instead studying the waveforms displayed on the screen. “Are those voices?”

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[cafeinthemoon]

The Home I Crave - Chapter XVII

Chapter 17/?

Wordcount 1,8k

Title Cold

Fandom Naruto

Pairing Tobirama Senju X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 .  7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @uzumakgi (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So… it's been a while lmao

I'm on a break from work and took this time to rest and organize some stuff that has been abandoned for months, including this story. This chapter brings a change in reader's perspectives, but not a clear confession. It's more of a deliberation, and that's why it's so short. Also I commented about it here on Tumblr, and I'm gonna repeat it here: there are some impacful things waiting for reader in the future, and these ideas have been with me for all this time I haven't wrote for this fic, and I'm happy that they will finally see the light of the day.

I apologize for leaving this story aside for this long, but I hope you enjoy this modest comeback :)

(Also I couldn't decide which GIF to use so let's have this charming one for now ❤🥰)

It was early in the morning and you woke up to find out you caught a cold.

A soreness in your throat was the first thing you sensed once you opened your eyes, but you were too tired to stand up and seek for water, and your head felt too heavy for you to move. You sighed: so that was what you gained for working so hard. You didn’t think you were so susceptible.

With effort, you turned to your side under the sheet only to have the unpleasant discovery of a running nose. The irritation overcame your exhaustion and you finally sat on the futon, standing there for minutes to prepare yourself and head to the bathroom in order to clean your nostrils...

But before you could do it, you heard the sounds of steps approaching your spot. The room was so quiet that you thought you were alone in it, but you looked up and found Tobirama approaching with some objects in hands. When he stopped and knelt beside the futon, you identified the things as paper towels and a cup with some steamy liquid of citric smell.

He bent down and gave you the items without a word. You mumbled a “thank you” and spent the next minutes alternating between the cup and the towels.

When you finally were able to speak, the first thing you said was all but unexpected:

- This is the worst moment for one to catch a cold – you grunted with your palms around the cup half full, your voice nothing more than a whisper – I can’t believe I’ve been long enough under the water to end up like this.

- To be fair, we’ve been spending long periods in the wild, including in wet territories – he crossed his arms – Your current condition is not entirely unexpected when we think of this.

You thought of asking why he didn’t seem to be as affected as yourself when you have been under the influence of the same weather, but after being with him for a while you could just suppose this endurance had something to do with the Senju blood, so you just nodded and said nothing.

You left the bed and went to the bathroom at last, washed your face and were going to take your things to prepare a hot bath. When you looked at your side, you noticed the bathtub was already full.

- I filled it and heated the water moments ago – Tobirama’s voice came from the bathroom’s door – It is better to check the temperature before entering it.

You looked from the tub to him, and then back to the tub. You went there and put your fingers in the water; it was still warm.

- It’s still good – and with a pause – Thank you.

He accepted it with a nod and was turning to leave, when you called him.

- Was it possible to find shelter and food for all the people who stood here? How are they going by now?

- They are trying their best despite the circumstances – the reply was categorical, as if he wasn’t surprised with the sudden change in the conversation’s direction at all – And yes, there are enough resources for all of them. The inn’s staff, Yoko-san and my Clones have been working on this since last night. Messages have been sent to the villages near, requesting supplies and help. Fortunately no one got sick, just tired. The children are the ones having the hardest time to understand the situation, but Yoko-san and the female workers are giving their mothers the necessary support.

You felt a twinge of discomfort when you heard that. So everyone was working to give the victims of the storm all they needed, including your husband, while you would have to stay in your room just because of a stupid cold. Great.

Again, Tobirama’s voice brought you back from your deliberations.

- Y/n-san. You do not need to tire yourself out thinking of this. You have done enough. Remember that it was your family’s jutsu that saved all those lives. If there is someone to whom they owe gratitude, it is you.

You stood up and crossed your arms.

- I know. Still…

A moment of silence and you shook the frustration aside, again changing the subject.

- And what about you?

He frowned.

- Me?

- Where did you sleep last night? – you shrugged – I know you’re used to wake up early, but after all of that you must be tired.

Knowing him the way you did, you weren’t shocked with the response you got: you didn’t even startle when he said he did not sleep.

- Yes, I am tired, but there was still work to do. My Clones have been helping the staff and the others while I’ve been here with you.

Well, that took a reaction out of you. You were sort of imagining that he would leave a Shadow Clone beside you and go work for the villagers in person, if he hasn’t decided to take a well deserved – and needed – rest, for creating and maintaining Clones was tiring to a certain point. However, after spending all that amount of chakra, he was still able to send new Clones to work and stood awake, taking care of you since you came back.

You approached the bathroom’s door and crossed it, passing by your husband. You went to your things and grabbed some clothing and soap. When you came back, you stopped before him. You silently thanked all the stuff you were carrying, so that he would never see your shaking hands: even after all those days traveling with him, your body still reacted that way whenever you got close.

You raised your eyes to his, facing their redness with all the courage you could gather in those few seconds.

- You should really take some rest. We still have some days on the road.

- I know. But I do not like the idea of leaving you without assistance while I sleep.

You startled at those words before you could stop yourself and gave him the fastest verbal reply you could think of before your face heated up.

- I’ll be fine! – and fearing that you have spoken too loud, – I’ll be fine, I promise. If you’re staying here, I can call you if I need something.

You thought you were going to find some resistance from his part, but he accepted your suggestion and left to give you privacy for the bath.

***

You took longer than usual to take off your clothes more because of some aching in your muscles than because of the headache, that only increased when you bowed your head. You raised your arms to brush and tie your hair up and hissed in discomfort and annoyance: you couldn’t believe you were that bad.

When you entered the tub, you had this sensation that the water was hotter than when you checked it with your hand. Were your hands too cold to mistake the temperature or weren’t you paying enough attention? You didn’t think it mattered, since the water seemed hot enough for you to stay in it for a long time.

Your limbs were all complaining since you left the futon, only relaxing when touched by the water. You stretched your legs as much as the tub’s width allowed you and rested your head on its edge, secretly grateful for the impossibility of leaving the room that day: you were really tired, as you haven’t been in a long time, and were yet to process the events of the last night. However, that was something you wouldn’t do right now. You just wanted to rest, despite sleeping for the entire night.

You sighed. You were so used to work hard that you didn’t sound like yourself that morning. But heavens, when was the last time you were forced to work to your limit? Well…

Have you ever been forced to your limit before?

If the answer was yes, you still had too much to improve. But you didn’t want to think of this right now; you wanted to get rid of this cold and continue your journey, reach your family’s home, see your sister. Your sister. How was she doing by now? You knew she was being well cared, yet your heart still ached with anxiety for her. This sickness, so sudden in a healthy girl like her. You just couldn’t accept it.

Slowly, your thoughts wandered towards your husband.

I do not like the idea of leaving you without assistance while I sleep.

You found yourself smiling at those words. Hearing them touched a new chord in your heart, one that you didn’t know about; it was the same when you saw him in action the night before, how quickly he memorized your hand seals and mastered your jutsu. There you had a truth you didn’t like to admit: Tobirama was stronger – and more skilled – than you. When you thought about this, you realized that if he wanted, he could just trap you and take you back to Konoha; in fact, he had countless chances to do so, still he decided to follow you in this failure of a travel. Not only this, but he has been taking care of you since the first day, giving you advice and even asking for your help – he who made it clear that working all by himself would always be his plan A.

Any other girl would be embarrassed or ashamed in your place, but you… You still didn’t know what was that feeling you had. No, you didn’t forget the reasons why you were there, why you tried to leave the Leaf Village in secret: he had his part in this. Still… he has been showing consideration towards you when you didn’t even ask for it. Was he trying to get something in return or was all of that some sort of punishment for you? No, it couldn’t be. You’ve met men like him before, so you knew they always had a hard time dissimulating; it wasn’t their style. And wasn’t Tobirama’s as well: the man would sweat honesty.

In this case... how hard it would have been for him to not talk to you about that letter, to keep your sister’s condition a secret from you?

You frowned and moved under the water, nervous with the new idea forming in your brain. Was it too soon to give him a chance and consider forgiveness, or were you being too stubborn by now? Well, all you knew was that if you were some foolish little girl, you would’ve already changed your manners towards him and forget all the events that preceded your departure from Konoha. But a shinobi would stay quiet and observe until they find out what they were supposed to do.

You sighed and continued your bath. Wait ad observe, that sounded good for you.

Let’s see what you got for me, Senju.

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Intense Coddling

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #8

Fandom/OCs: the Office

Title: Much Better

Words: 1100

Inspiration: This ask requesting sick Ryan Howard from the early seasons of the Office

Author’s comments: As I said when I answered this ask, I have always been a Ryan simp despite his horrible life choices and generally bad personality. He’s just so pathetic and whumpable and cute. Enjoy this snippet set during the first month of Ryan and Kelly’s relationship. 

As anyone could tell you, an office is the worst place to be during cold and flu season (except maybe a school), and the Scranton branch of the Dunder Mifflin Paper Company was no exception. Every other week someone was coming in sniffling or coughing. Everyone was armed with hand sanitizer, and potlucks were on hold until the spring, but everyone knew it wasn't a matter of "if" they got sick, it was a matter of when.

Ryan's turn came in late February, the worst time of the year. It had been a stressful month for him, what with becoming Kelly's boyfriend and all, so it was almost inevitable that something like this should happen. 

When he woke up one morning with a nasty sore throat and headache that confirmed the sniffles he'd had the day before were definitely a cold, he sincerely considered staying home. However his temperature was normal, and he knew between Kelly and Michael that he was certain not to be left alone, regardless of whether he went in or not, so with several resigned sighs, and a lot of cough drops, he made his sniffling way to work. 

His plan was to avoid Kelly for as long as possible and keep her from knowing he was sick even longer. All day, if he could manage it, and he carefully crafted ideas on how to avoid her the whole drive over. Naturally, that plan was shot to hell immediately when she walked in right behind him and they shared the elevator up to the office. She was of course ecstatic to see him and talked his ear off the whole time, which thankfully required very little input on his end. As long as he kept his cold in check around her, he might survive the day. 

Luck, as usual, was not on his side, though. Right inside the doorway there was a powerful hot air vent that blasted down on everyone all day long. Ryan usually appreciated that vent in the frigid Pennsylvania winters, but today it betrayed him. The change in temperature and airflow as he walked in tickled his sick nose exactly right, and he launched into a wet, unexpected pair of sneezes:

"Hiihh'DJEHSHhuue! Ttt'EHH-shuue!"

Kelly eyed him keenly as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Bless you, sweetheart. I hope you're not getting sick!"

"I'm fine. Just dust," he sniffled, walking toward his desk to hide his red face. Yet it seemed his fate was sealed. As he passed the reception desk, he caught a faint whiff of Pam's perfume, the one that always made him want to…

"Gihh-IHXSS'shooo! Hihh'TIHHSshoo!"

"You ARE sick!" Kelly crowed. "Your nose and eyes are all red and watery! You poor baby!" She ran to him and wrapped him in a hug, as if she'd just found out he had two months to live. 

"It's just the sniffles. It's really no big deal," Ryan sighed. 

As if she hadn't heard him, Kelly smacked her hand to his forehead like she was slapping on a sticker. "But your face is hot!"

"It only feels hot because your hands are cold from being outside. I checked this morning. I don't have a fever."

Kelly pouted, tucking her hands under her arms. "Well I'll be checking all day as soon as my hands warm up! I'm gonna take such good care of you. You'll definitely feel better by the end of the day."

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're sick. But I'll make sure you feel much better soon." Her statement sounded as much like a warning as it did a reassurance.

It was a long day for Ryan. Just being sick on its own was tiring, but the intense coddling from his girlfriend was exhausting. For the rest of the day, it seemed every time he sneezed, Kelly was rushing over to bring him something, from several mugs of gross Indian tea (which he kept discreetly dumping onto the nearby plant), to tissues, to water, to cough drops, to a sweater. It would have been endearing if it wasn't so irritating. It was as if she took him being sick as a personal challenge to her status as his girlfriend and was determined to baby the cold right out of him. 

If she was bad though, Michael was almost worse. He insisted on hovering around Ryan's desk the entire day trying to hand him things or do things for him, likely thinking he was being helpful but only being a nuisance. Not only that, but Michael insisted on taking work away from Ryan and giving it to other people, saying Ryan needed to rest since he was sick. Jim was having none of this however, and pointedly asked why he didn't get his work passed off when he had bronchitis and a raging fever the month before and was told he still had to come into work. Michael pretended he didn't hear, but stopped trying to give Jim extra work after that.  

With almost no work to do and two people mother-henning him constantly, the day was the slowest Ryan had ever experienced, even at Dunder Mifflin. It didn't help that his cold steadily got worse as well, developing into a lovely cough and earache. However he remained stubbornly fever-free, per Kelly's hourly checks, so he stayed until five with everyone else. 

He was worried Kelly would try to come home with him to continue her coddling, so for the last few hours, he tried to make himself seem as gross as possible, intentionally sneezing on her several times and saying how contagious he probably was. Thankfully it seemed to work, and she started keeping her distance little by little. At five o'clock he shooed her away one final time. She half-heartedly offered to drive him home, keeping a few paces back, but let him leave with a promise to go straight to bed when he got home.

Ryan had never hopped in his car so fast. He took a deep, cleansing breath as he drove away, ignoring the fact that it made him cough, and headed straight for the nearest drugstore. He planned to have a proper sick day tomorrow, even if he had to find a way to give himself a fever. That meant he needed to stock up, not only for his own comfort, but also to ensure Kelly had no reason to stop over. He could survive a cold perfectly fine on his own, but there was no way he would survive another day of being taken care of.

[butterflyinthewell]

A rundown of my COVID-19 experience (so far).

TW: illness , menstruation

May 28 - Day 0 - Developed post nasal drip as I was going to bed.

Spent a lot of the night snorting/swallowing snot, clearing my throat and coughing.

I knew my period was due, so I attributed my inability to sleep to hormones aggravated by my drippy nose.

May 29 - Day 1 - Woke up to find I’d gotten my period. Attributed the headache to that since I always get a headache when I’m starting, and took Tylenol and Ibuprofen to avoid cramps as much as possible. If I had a fever at any time it was totally masked by this, but I never felt the pulsing feeling I get in my head with a fever.

Had a sore throat, but only in the oropharynx area behind my uvula. Swallowing wasn’t painful. I figured I’d irritated my throat by coughing, snorting and clearing it all night.

Voice was slightly hoarse, but it also is when I begin my period. I sang with my choir (unaware I was sick) with no problem with lung capacity or vocal production.

I took ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours.

Took a full Benadryl tablet at night to make myself sleepy and dry up my nose, and proceeded to sleep well due to hormones and not sleeping well the night before.

May 30 - Day 2 - Heavy day of period, flow and cramps were the usual for me. Still had that weird sore throat, which I found annoying.

Resumed my regimen of ibuprofen every 4 hours and Tylenol every 6 hours to control cramps. This is always the worst, most miserable day of my period.

Any fever I may have had would be masked by this, but I never had that pounding sensation.

I took half a Benadryl tablet to stop the post nasal drip because it was aggravating, but I didn’t want to be totally snowed out, and all the symptoms disappeared, even the sore throat.

For a few moments I wondered if I had COVID, but thought my symptoms wouldn’t disappear if I took an antihistamine because Benadryl never relieved cold symptoms for me.

I attributed my discomfort to allergies and my period.

At bedtime I took a full Benadryl tablet and slept fairly well.

May 31 - Day 3 - Woke up with a much less sore throat, but had developed a dry barking cough and a raw, tight feeling in my trachea/chest area, as if I inhaled smoke or an irritating chemical like ammonia or bleach.

Only needed Tylenol every 6 hours to relieve residual cramps.

Felt marginally better compared to days 1 and 2 of my period, but the frequent cough and chest tightness were aggravating and Benadryl didn’t relieve those symptoms anymore.

I felt very aware of my lungs because of the tight sensation, but I had no trouble inhaling, exhaling or vocalizing.

I took a shower and spent some time with the water on as hot as possible to steam up the bathroom and the chest rawness went away while I was breathing in the steam, but came back as soon as the steam dissipated.

My snot and cough never developed the strange smell/taste I usually get when I’m sick with something, so I had no reason to suspect I was sick.

June 1 - Day 4 - Woke up with less chest tightness and a heavy feeling in my sinuses (above, below and behind my eyes). My nose was also itchy, the way it is with hay fever. I’m more upset by my sneezing than my coughing!

Still had a cough, though it only seemed to happen if postnasal drip irritated my throat or I got directly in the path of dry moving air from a fan or air conditioning unit. Spontaneous coughing outbursts still happened, but not as frequently as the day before.

Got an email from my choir director that he tested positive on May 31. People who had been present at choir practice on Thursday weren’t present on Sunday and had also reported testing positive. This is where I suspect I caught it, even though I wore a mask diligently and tried not to sit too close to anybody. Someone who tested positive was sitting three feet to my left for the whole 1hr30min rehearsal session, and someone else who doesn’t know either way was behind me.

John and I had spoken across the piano on Sunday, so I worried I was either already sick or had been exposed.

I considered the possibility of having COVID, so masked up with several cloth masks as tight as I could fit them over my face. I’m one of two caregivers for my dad, a total care disabled man with very advanced Parkinson’s disease, so I can’t totally distance because he needs hands on care.

I bothered my mom to get us tests, tested myself and came up positive.

I will continue to put a mask on to leave my room, but I feel like I’m a bit late since I had no inkling I could be sick till after my most contagious days were spent in contact with everyone in my household.

Both parents have not felt any symptoms and will test themselves on Saturday.

(And that’s where I am so far.)