#His ass is shivering and he's got a runny nose he wants to sniffle but that'd make him look lame so he doesn't.

[tomialtooth]

I like to imagine Adler's a little bitch about cold temperatures due to the fact that he's from San Diego. So on the missions in the USSR he's just freezing his ass off miserably but he can't say anything about it without looking lame. Meanwhile Bell's Russian ass is having a great time. Adler & Bell's relationship to cold is like those videos of dog owners trying to get their husky or malamute who is having the time of their doggy life to come inside out of the snow.

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

"Better late than never" Part 12

Ghost gets a cold <3

Ghost got sent on a mission to Russia, it was supposed to be a quick job for Ghost and in theory, it was. He entered the hostile base situated on the northern side of the country, retrieved the documents Laswell needed and escaped unnoticed. The problem was that after he got to the safe “house” which most people would rather call a glorified shed in the middle of a forest, a goddamn blizzard began. 

So the chopper that was supposed to take him back to the base couldn’t land. Even Nikolai didn’t want to risk flying in that weather, so Ghost ended up stranded, freezing his ass off in that forsaken shack for three days until the storm passed and the chopper could land safely.

Not one day after he got back to base he was already feeling under the weather. The first thing Price asked him after he came back was if he wants to take a few free days. Of course, Ghost declined thinking he can power through it. Yet, he was feeling worse and worse with every passing hour and now he was miserable. He woke up with a stuffed nose, and a splitting headache while also sweating like he run a freaking marathon.

But did he go to Price to request a free day? Still no, he instead proceeded to get ready for training with Soap, ignoring the fact that he almost lost balance while putting his sweatpants on. He missed Soap even if he was gone only for a few days, especially since something shifted between them recently. He looked forward to that training and no flu was going to stop him.

He walked his way to the gym. Soap waited for him in the changing room already stretching, bending over and making his t-shirt ride up a bit. Ghost told himself that his heart beat fast only because he wasn’t feeling well.

“Lt! Ready for our workout?” Soap perked up when he noticed Ghost’s looming presence. “Although I must say, working with Gaz, Alex and Farah for those couple of days was a pleasant change.”

“What do you mean by that?” Ghost cringed at how rough his voice was, there is no way Soap didn’t hear how stuffed his nose was.

Soap’s smirk disappeared and he looked at Ghost unimpressed.

“I meant that they know their limits and don’t force themselves to do shit when they don’t feel well.” Soap crossed his arms.

“I don’t know what are you getting at, Sergeant.” He walked past Soap to the lifting bench, to avoid Johnny’s judging glare.

“You are sick, Ghost.” 

“I am fine.” He said, sniffling.

“You are already wet and you didn’t even move a muscle.”

“It’s hot here.”

“Ghost-”

“Will you spot me or do I have to ask someone else?” Completely ignoring Soap, he grabbed the bar.

The sergeant looked at the ceiling, asking whatever looked over them what did he do to deserve falling for someone as stubborn as Ghost. He went to stand behind the bench either way.

“Lik' talking tae a wall…” He muttered while focusing on Ghost’s weight lifting.

After a few lifts Ghost started to realise that it might have been a dumb decision. He had trouble breathing not only thanks to his runny nose but due to the fact that he had to breathe through his mouth, his balaclava got damp and clung to his face.

A cold shiver went through his body and he was ready to give up, and maybe go on a treadmill when he started coughing in a fit. His arms buckled under the weight and it would fall on his throat if Soap didn’t grab it in time.

When his hands were free he sat up straight still coughing.

“For fuck sake, Simon…” Soap patted Ghost’s back. 

“I am fine-” He coughs again.

“Ah kin see how fine ye are.” The Scot touched Ghost's hand, and was swatted right away. “Ye are boiling hot and nae in a good sense at the moment, ye are going to bed.”

“Johnny-”

“It’s not an argument. Ye either go to bed now or ah’m telling Price and he will put you on leave. Tae yer room- now.”

Ghost was a little taken aback at how commanding Soap got, but he also realized that he didn’t mind it at all, maybe he even liked it. Maybe. 

But Soap didn’t need to know that.

“Whatever, I have paper work to do either way.” He huffed and got up to go to his room.

“Sleep- not work, Ghost.”

Ghost only waved his hand and left.

But Soap wan now on a mission.

****

“Hi, maw! I have a wee question…” Soap called his mom, right after he left the gym.

He knew what he could do to get Simon back on his feet at a record speed. “Ah need yer soup recipe, my… friend is not feeling too good.”

“A friend huh? A special friend?.” His mother asked softly.

“A friend.”

“Och, yer something tae ca' me efter sic a lang time, ask fur hings 'n' nae even tell yer mither yer mukkers name!” 

“Mah, I called ye a week ago.”

“....”

He sighed resigned. “His name is Simon and he needs the soup, can ah get the recipe now? Please?”

“Ahh.. that’s a lovely name… Is he Scottish?”

“No…?”

“Well that's a shame… bit a'm sure he is a crakin' lad.”

“Mah.. he is not my boyfriend, don’t get any ideas.” No matter how Soap wished for it, they still were figuring out their… relationship.

“Och, bullshit ye wouldn’t cook juist fur ‘a friend’” 

“MAH!” Soap grabbed the bridge of his nose. “The soup, PLEASE.”

His mother chuckled.

“Ok, ok… let me think.”

****

Of course, the communal kitchen didn’t have all the ingredients his mother listed but he managed to make a good chicken soup non the less.

Making it took him some time, so when he entered Ghost’s room he expected the man to be asleep. It turned out to be wishful thinking, Ghost was sitting slouched at his desk, sniffling over his paperwork. His mask was nowhere to be seen as he had a handful of tissues pressed to his nose.

“First of all you were supposed to be resting, Two- aren’t you putting your balaclava on?”

“Do you want me to put it on?” He looked up at Soap.

Soap smiled softly when he saw Simon- very snooty and wet Simon, but Simon non the less.

“No.”

“Great, because it’s suffocating me.” He said relieved. “What is that?” Ghost pointed at the bowl Soap was carrying, reminding the sergeant how hot the thing is.”

“Ah, shit!” He placed it quickly on the desk, shaking his hand frantically. 

Ghost snickered at that, but it resulted in some coughing.

“Yer medicine.”

“You made that?” Ghost stirred it with the spoon.

Soap nodded.

Ghost tasted the soup and he sunk further into his chair as the stew warmed his body. It was pleasing and rich in flavour. 

“Thank you, Johnny… It’s nice.”

Soap beamed at the prize. “Ah asked my mah for help, she would make it way better. We don’t have everything on base, but I tried.”

Frow the way Ghost was devouring the soup, he didn’t mind at all.

Soap leaned on the desk.

“Will you please lie down after you eat?” Soap asked.

Ghost ran his hands over his face. “Soap, I am fine. I have been through way worse and I have work to do.” 

“Ye are a bambot! Bullets won’t kill ye, you will work yerself to death with that cold!”

“No one would care either way, Johnny.” He signed.

And that made Soap’s blood boil very quickly.

He grabbed his Simon by his shoulders and spun him in the chair so they were face to face.

“Wha-”

“Don’t ye fucking dare tae blether shit like that. Ah would care ‘n’ ah care aboot ye very much every bloody second. Not only me but our whole team, Simon.  We a' care, sae let yersel' be cared for.” Soap’s voice wasn’t leaving any room for argument, accent thickened, his eyes were set on Ghost’s- making sure that the man will understand how much he means to him. “You got it, Si?”

 Ghost looked at Johnny in awe, not able to break eye contact. He blushed not being able to understand what did he to deserve someone like Johnny in his life.

“Yes, sir.” Ghost finally whispered.

Both of them were surprised, by Ghost’s wording. Both blushing, not being able to hide behind a fake bravado or a mask. The eye contact broke.

Soap cleared his throat and stepped away.

“Then please go to bed already. Ah promise ye will feel better.”

Ghost did as he was told. He snuggled under the warm but rough military blankets. He left some space on the bed.

“Stay?” The question was hesitant- like the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Always.”

So Soap lied on top of the blankets, not yet sure how much touching Ghost wants.

He seemed content with that arrangement.

“When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to get sick.” The confession was unexpected, even by Simon. It just slipped out, his mind wanting to share with Johnny, explain why he acts the way he does.

Soap turned to look at Ghost. 

“What does that even mean, Si?”

Ghost fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

“You don’t have to explain-”

“I want to.” He cut in. “Just need to collect my thoughts… When I would get sick as a kid, my father would get furious. Call me useless or weak… He would get… aggressive whenever I would say I wasn’t feeling well.” He could feel Soap shifting beside him. “So I started to just pretend I am fine whenever I felt bad, but mom would always know something was wrong. My old man wouldn’t let her take care of me, saying she is going to make me even more useless. So… yeah.”

There was a silence and Simon began to worry that maybe he had overshared, made Soap uncomfortable.

But it wasn’t the case.

“Can I hug you?” 

Ghost didn't know that he needed it, but now that Soap asked he really wanted that hug.

“Yhm” That was enough for Soap to give him a bone-crushing hug. Ghost grabbed Soap’s shirt and hold on to it, hiding his face in the crook of Johnny’s neck. He took a deep breath of Soap’s cologne and the smell of gunpowder. This was nice.

“I would love to skin your father alive.” Soap squeezed him harder.

It made Ghost giggle.

“Get in line.”

I had SO much fun writing Soap's mom! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Have a great day/night!

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CHILDE:

Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.

DILUC:

Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.

KAEYA:

Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you  so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.

ZHONGLI:

As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a  shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.

XIAO:

Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"

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[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

//

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove April Day 13- Hayfever

Ah spring time, the season of love and life and growth, or rather in Steve’s case, the season of runny noses and long days spent sick in bed.

He swears he has the weakest immune system known to man, so many allergies to everything, ranging from tomatoes to sheep’s wool to different types of grass, so when the flowers and the trees start to bloom every year, he’s in big trouble.

By now he’d learned to just sort of deal with it, the constant bouts of hay fever that usually lasted from April to July, by taking as many cough drops and benadryl as he wanted and keeping a pocketful of tissues on standby. His parents didn’t believe he had allergies anyways unless they were anaphylactic, and accused him of faking every time they made him sick, so it was just part of his life by now.

When Billy finds that out, he’s honestly confused, even he gets the sick in bed treatment from Susan when he gets the flu once every winter, so he takes it upon himself to baby Steve whenever he gets sick.

Which, you know, Steve would like to complain about, argue with him and say he could do it on his own, but really, his boyfriend coming over every other day while migraines were kicking his ass just to make him feel better was exactly what he needed.

Robin hates his guts for missing so much work now that he has a reason not to tough through his awful allergies and go into work anyways, thus landing her with all the double shifts, but really, how is he supposed to not savor the opportunity to be taken care of like nobody had ever offered to before?

Only, too many days where Billy made himself right at home in his house, holding him while he got the shivers and making him soup and all that got him spoiled, and Robin would definitely kill him if she knew this, but he starts pretending to be sick.

Calling his manager and sniffling a little too much into the phone just to sell it, then calling Billy immediately after to ask if he could come over.

And Billy’s smart, he can probably tell when Steve’s in a better mood and fake coughing instead of when he’s genuinely fighting his allergies, but if he does, he doesn’t say anything.

So for now, Steve is absolutely going to use his boyfriend’s soft spot for him to his advantage (and the fact that the Scoops manager can’t fire him, being a Harrington and all), and appreciate every last one of these lazy days together, gentle fingers carding through his hair, wrapped up in blankets he didn’t need, before allergy season was up, and he’d have to give up this royalty treatment.

He asks him on one of the days when he is actually sick, delirious with a fever and covered in an itchy rash after the neighbor’s grass had just been mowed, if Billy was still going to love him after he’s done being his nurse, to which he replies, under the assumption he wouldn’t remember it after a sickness nap, “I’ll love you forever, Stevie.”

And if Steve wasn’t already gone for him, or you know, halfway in a benadryl coma when he’d said it, that would’ve done been what did him in for sure.

[heart-eye-harrington]

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Request: 21 and 34 with Steve?

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21. “I’m (First Name) Fucking (Last name)!”

34. “Now I know where half my wardrobe went.”

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When Steve asked you to come over to help him get ready for a first date, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You weren’t sure which part of you answered, your heart or your head, because both were conflicted. They both knew you were head over heels in love with him, despite how much you mind pushed the idea into the corner, and how watching him practically skip around the room at the idea of taking someone who wasn’t you on a date was gonna hurt like hell. Despite all the cons, spending time with him outweighed them all, and you could never say no to Steve.

So here you are, sitting in his room waiting for him to come back and gush about how amazing his night was. Your homework was a nice distraction, but on that didn’t last long enough. You finished what feels like hours ago, and everything is tucked neatly back into your backpack, leaving you to wander his room.

You’ve been here countless times, but it’s never been this quiet. Visions dance around the room. 

You rushing in to wake Steve up when he’s overslept, his drowsy groans melting into warm laughter as you whack him with pillows. 

How everything seemed to shake when he turned his radio up full blast the day Queen had released their new album. He dragged you along before sunrise to get it as soon as the store opened, and rewarded you with over an hour of air guitar. You both headbanged so hard you had run to the pharmacy for Advil to relieve your pounding headaches.

His room isn’t the roaring fire it is when Steve’s here, but the knick-knacks and photos are embers sitting patiently awaiting his return. The absence of the usual warmness sends a shiver down your spine and sends you into his closet for a sweatshirt. 

After tugging the biggest one you could find over your head, you’re faced with the mirror on the inside of the door. Wedged in the corner is the photo booth strip from homecoming. 

You were able to pull him away for a moment and into the booth. The four moments captured are all beaming with joy. The last one, where you’re cheek to cheek with grins so big your eyes scrunch shut stands out, warming your heart at the happy memory.

Hearing the bedroom door softly click shut, you close the closet and see Steve, whose current state is a stark contrast from the pictures you were lost in.

His hair is disheveled as if he ran his hands through it a million and one times. His nose and eyes are bright red, tears threatening to fall. Your heart dives into your stomach. 

“Oh my god, Steve. Are you okay?” You rush to him and wrap him in your arms as if they can shield him from whatever hurt he’s feeling. 

“I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.” His voice creaks like an old floorboard, the honey usually present in his tone nowhere to be found. 

“She said she had a crush on me in high school, but I never gave her the time of day. I picked her up, and took her to a nice restaurant. I haven’t been on a date in a while and I wanted to make it special. She was quiet the whole dinner and waited until I paid the bill to tell me off about being a douche in high school. She wanted revenge or something, get me excited for a date, buy her a meal, let me think I had a chance with her just to turn around and call me an asshole.”

His speech is interrupted with sniffles and hiccups. As you rub his back and listen, anger boils the bile in your stomach. Before your mind can catch up with your mouth, you spit out.

“What an idiot” Despite Steve's face being buried in your neck, you can feel his eyebrows scrunch together in a quizzical look. 

“She didn’t even give you a chance! You’re not who you were back then, and if she listened to you, saw how you treated her, she might have had a change of heart and realized how amazing you really are. But she had tunnel vision on a stupid revenge plot that just wasted everyone’s time. Her loss.” 

Steve sniffles again, pulled back into the throws of sorrow, and you bring a hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his wild locks. You whisper reassurances that are reinforced by your continued physical closeness, which you’ve learned Steve needs in times like these. 

Distance only comes when Steve pulls away a bit, really looking at you for the first time since his return from the awful date. When he sees you’re wearing one of his sweatshirts, he laughs, a bit muffled by his runny nose.

“Now I know where half my wardrobe went.” You look down at the tear-soaked cotton and blush. 

“Hey, I got cold.”, you pout, quickly thinking of how to avoid the conversation and bring it back to how to make up for his shitty night out. 

“I meant what I said earlier, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that”

“Well, I’ve treated people a lot worse than what I got tonight. I guess it’s karma coming to kick me in the ass. My name’s basically interchangeable with douchebag.” 

“Okay, what we’re not gonna do is shame spiral. Here-” you stand on his bed, motioning for him to follow, which he does after grumbling and taking off his shoes. Once you’re both on the sinking mattress, you continue, 

“Okay, we’re taking your name back. You’re not ‘King Steve’ or ‘douche’ or ‘Harrington’ or anything like that. You’re Steve Harrington. Now you say it.”

Steve shakes his head and licks his lips. “Come on, this is stupid.” 

“No, it’s not! Now say it!”

“I’m Steve Harrington.” He shrugs at the weak words, attempting to get down. You pull him back up by his bicep.

“Uh uh uh! You’re not done with this! We are reclaiming your name! Shouting it from the hilltops, er-” you motion grandly around the room, “bed top! Reclaim it! I need some conviction!”

“I’m Steve Harrington.” His voice, though monotone, is better.

You gesture again, and he repeats with a bit more effort. After a few times and some pushing from you, he’s practically beaming 

“I’m Steve fucking Harrington!” 

“Yes! You are! And that's amazing!!”  All you’ve wanted was to see his smile again, and now it’s the brightest thing in the room. The fire is back.

Steve wraps you in his arms and plants a quick kiss to the top of your head, the only way he knows how to show his emotions at the moment. 

“Thank you” he whispers in your hair. Neither of you can see the other’s blushing, but you can see how much you mean to one another. And that was all you needed.

[thetiredbiwrites]

Nurse Rogers

Steve x Reader (Plationic!Bucky x Reader, Plationic!Sam x Reader)

Summary: Reader is ill so her dramatic boyfriend looks after her

Words: 3925

A/N: I seem to have a habit of writing a lot, even if it’s not that great 🤣, but I also love reading long fics so oh well 🤷‍♀️ (the ending might be a tad rushed as well but I got stuck at the end and I wanted to post something)

A/N no.2: I don’t usually write in 1st person (’I’ and ‘my’ and shit) so if it randomly jumps to 2nd person (’you’ and ‘your’ etc) I’m sorry.

I am not sick. I tell myself again. I had felt it starting last night. You know how colds are. You just know when it’s coming. The scratchy throat, the sniffly nose and the mild headache when you moved. But I flat out refused to believe I was sick. If I believe I’m not then, I wont be. Besides, these things are always worse first thing in the morning and last thing at night, right?

Having survived the morning after a brief trip the gym, having to cut it short when my lungs screamed for air and spots danced in my vision, and a meeting with Tony discussing some new tech for me to use on missions (luckily I managed to control my sneezing so he wouldn’t question it), I was now on a personal mission to make tea.

Bucky and Sam strolled into the kitchen, their ‘debate’ being cut short by my loud sneeze. I somehow succeeded in not spilling boiling water all over the counter instead of my mug of lemon green tea with honey (I’m not sick. My sore throat is for other reasons. Definitely.) I immediately regretted shaking the sneeze away when my head pounded, and Bucky and Sam definitely caught it.

“Gesundheit.”

“That didn’t sound good, are you ok Y/N?”

Sam and Bucky commented. I just put on a smile, finishing making my tea and waved it off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine. Just, dust. You know?”

Replying in a raspy voice, even I didn’t believe me. Sam and Bucky looked at each other and back to me with raised eyebrows.

“You want us to pretend that sounded even remotely believable?”

Sam remarked, leaning on the counter in front of me as Bucky rounded it and placed his hand on my forehead before dropping it and sighing.

“You’re sick.” Snapping to look at him with an indignant look I willed my voice to remain steady, “I am not sick!” I was betrayed as I sneezed loudly into my arm.

Sam and Bucky were more similar than they would ever admit as they looked at me with matching looks of ‘oh really’ but concern in their eyes. I had become fast friends with them and they knew how damn stubborn I was. I signed and dropped my head in defeat.

“You might want to try and sound more convincing before Steve gets up here.” I quickly looked up at Sam with wide eyes, in a panic. “No, I’m not sick.” Looking between the two men I knew they weren’t going to believe me anytime soon. “Ok, maybe I am but it’s just a cold, it’s not that bad. I’ve had a million colds in my life, it’s fine. I’m fine. Steve doesn’t have to know, please.” I practically whined at the end. Begging for Steve not to know.

Steve could get a little dramatic. Ok a lot dramatic. If anyone got hurt or was sick he could turn into a mother hen. Making sure they were resting, following doctor’s orders and well looked after. It was annoying really. And hypocritical. Given how his sick pre-serum ass never sat still for two seconds and fought people three times his size in back-allies. You’d have thought Bucky would be the fussy one, having looked after Steve all that time. He would make sure people had what they needed and were resting appropriately, sure, but gave you space and freedom and wasn’t overbearing.

Steve could become especially annoying when I was hurt or sick. Having been together for two and a half years, I knew this. Hence why I was trying to avoid him and deny this sickness. Luckily, he was always up first and every other morning went on a run with Sam and Bucky. Meaning he wasn’t there when I woke this morning wheezing, sneezing and sniffling.

Bucky and Sam just sent me sympathetic looks as footsteps down the hall indicated the arrival of my boyfriend. I groaned, dropping my head and letting my hair curtain my face from him as I drank my soothing tea.

Steve greeted everyone with a cheery hello, clearly Sam and Bucky behaved during their morning run and training for a change. I replied with a mumbled hello, trying to disappear into my mug.

I felt Bucky gently pat my shoulder before retreating to sit next the Sam opposite from me. Seconds later, I felt another presence on my other side and closed my eyes, breathing in the tea and hoping he wouldn’t catch on.

Of course I’m not that lucky.

*Steve had easily picked up on his girlfriend’s behaviour, not even looking at him and the clipped greeting. He took a closer look at her as he stood up straight after grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She was stood slightly hunched, hair covering her face as she held a mug to her face. She was slightly shivering and wearing a chunky knitted cardigan which was unnecessary in the heated tower. Sparing a glance at Bucky and Sam he noticed them avoiding his gaze. The whole picture was off to him.*

I felt Steve place one hand on the other side of my head before planting a kiss on the other side, keeping his hand in place as he spoke.

“You ok, sweetheart?”

I still didn’t look up as I finished my tea,”Mmhm, yeah. I’m ok.”

Steve sighed, clearly not believing me. He may be in an idiot sometimes but he wasn’t dumb. Taking the mug out of my hands and placing it on the counter, he gently directed my face to look at him. I kept my eyes down but could feel his scanning my face before copying Bucky’s earlier actions and placing a hand on my forehead and tutting.

“Y/N you’re sick.”

I heard Bucky and Sam take in a sharp breath as I slowly meet Steve’s stern, but worried, gaze. I knew it was pointless trying to argue, but I was going to anyway.

“Not I’m not. I’m…slightly under the weather. With a common cold. It’s not even a bother. I’m totally fine, not even that bad. I’ve definitely had worse.”

“Y/N.”

Here it comes.

“You are sick. You should be in bed. It could get worse and you don’t look fine. You’re pale, shaking, your eyes are red and puffy, your nose is red, your lips are dry and chapped and your voice sounds bad, should I go on or are you done?” I groaned and closed my eyes, rolling my neck I spared a glance to the guys who immediately found something on the counter more interesting. Useless so-called best friends.

Steve nodded once before declaring that I was going back to bed. As he quickly made me a fresh tea I leaned into the guys, who coved their faces from my infected breath, and glared. “Traitors. Some best friends you are, totally useless.”

“Let’s go.”

Groaning, again, I dropped my head and muttered, ‘I hate Nurse Rogers’, causing the traitors to let out a laugh. I pushed off the counter and trudged after my Nurse, pout on my face.

*two days later*

I had been confined to my bed, only granted permission to get up to use the bathroom. It was much more tasking to convince Steve to let me have a shower last night than interrogating HYDRA agents. I was currently trapped under many layers of blankets reminding myself I did in fact love my boyfriend.

My symptoms had gotten worse, as they always do in the early days of a cold. The ones I could hide from Steve, I did. The coughing fits, runny nose, teary eyes and croaky voice were impossible to hide from him. But he didn’t know that my whole body ached, my head was pounding and that my chest cried out with every breath. He’d only freak out and try to force me to the med bay, completely unnecessary.

I tried not to glare at him as he softly made his way over to sit on the bed next to me. Another mug of lemon tea was placed on the bedside table as he handed me some water and painkillers to take as he checked my temperature, again. I had given up trying to stop him, actually I had just stopped talking to him altogether. Communicating in nods and various hums when he asked something. He was frustrating, but he only did it because he loved me. Something I had to remind my self of more and more frequently and the minutes ticked by.

“Temp hasn’t changed much. I brought you another tea and some mild snacks that should also be gentle on your throat. Here’s some more tissues. You take your pills?” With eyebrows raised I just nodded at Steve who was somehow tucking the blankets tighter and fussing around me.

“I have to run out to the store so promise you’ll stay in bed, drink your tea and try to eat something. I’ll be back very soon.” With an ‘mmhmm’ from me, Steve gently kissed my head before, thankfully, leaving. The furthest from me he had been in the last two days was the kitchen of our shared floor. Even then, he kept the door open so he could still see me.

I waited ten minutes before confirming with FRIDAY that Steve was out of the building to- with great difficulty- throw the covers off. I had made the mistake of shivering last night which got me wrapped up in a hundred layers. However, a couple hours ago, it all switched, and I was way too hot. This meant I was a disgusting, sweaty mess now.

I quickly sprayed some deodorant on, changed my clothes into some breathable pj bottoms and a tee and brushed my hair. Grabbing my slipper-boots and tea, I’d be in so much bother if I didn’t drink it, I dragged my aching legs to the elevator.

“Hey FRIDAY, where’s Barnes and Wilson?”

Luckily FRIDAY is a high-tech AI designed by THE Tony Stark, meaning she could still understand my horrible voice. The effect of not speaking for a while made my throat scream and I tried to sooth it with my tea as I was informed the guys were in the gym.

A coughing fit broke out as the doors opened to the gym and yet I somehow managed not to spill any tea and walk in. This, of course, caught the attention of the two sweaty men in the middle of yet another competition, both turning to look at me.

“How the hell did you get away from Steve?”

“Did you finally snap and kill him?”

Bucky and Sam asked as my coughs eased, free hand slightly pressing on my chest as I got my breathing back.

“Ha Ha. I don’t think I could if I tried right now.”

I made my way in front of the boys, who’s faces scrunched into sympathy and concern as the sound of my voice.

“He had to go to the store so I finally got my chance to bolt. Escape the confines of my bed. And to see my two favourite guys, of course!”

I laid it on thick at the end, smile wide- well, as wide as possible when they’re so cracked and sore. The boys just smiled and rolled their eyes, despite being sure they knew what I wanted, they asked anyway.

“Please, please, please, distract Steve. I am begging you. I will do anything, and that is a lot to promise to the two of you!” “Hey, offended.” “What do you expect us to do? Trying to get him to leave you is like convincing Tony to go to bed.”

Bucky had a point. Steve had cancelled all his training, gym time, meetings, everything. Just to stay with me. It was sweet, in a way. He loves me, but he’s smothering me. There’s a line.

“Maybe…you could make up a mission? Or spice one up a bit so that Captain America is needed?” The only chance Steve would leave is if innocent lives were at risk and he was needed. It had to be important and urgent, it was my only hope.

“’spice up’. Are you kidding, Y/N? You want us to lie about a mission just so you can have a break?” “Sam you have no idea what I would do. I cannot take anymore of this. I know he’s trying to help but to be honest he’s just prolonging this. The tea is the only thing working right now. I’m not dying but if innocents might be in danger of dying, they he’ll leave. Hopefully.”

Bucky dropped his head with a sigh. He knew better than anyone how Steve could be. During his recovery and adjustment into the 21st century and away from HYDRA, Steve was with him almost 24/7. After two weeks in the tower, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had slipped away from Steve and found himself in the lab with Tony and me. It didn’t take much begging for Tony to lock us in the lab and Steve out. He loves to mess with Steve.

“Ok. Sam, don’t you and Nat have that mission this afternoon? Maybe you could tell him there’s been some chatter and Captain America is needed.”

Sam looked at Bucky in disbelief and betrayal that he gave in so quickly. Also, that what Bucky came up with would pin him to blame when Steve finds out. But one look at my tired, begging, teary puppy eyes, had him caving.

“Ok, ok. I’ll let Nat know. Maybe we can tell him there’s word of more guards or hostages or something. But when he finds out, I’m blaming you, Tin-Arm.”

When Steve returned half an hour later, I was back in bed- with significantly less layers of blankets- watching Scrubs re-runs on tv and explaining things to Bucky who had cleaned up and offered to keep me company, without fussing over my cold.

Steve, after announcing his return and greeting Bucky, was immediately at my bedside again spewing question after question about how I was feeling.

“Hey, Punk, ease up. Try taking a breath and you might get an answer.”

Bucky came to my defence and Steve snapped his mouth shut. Bucky smirked slightly as he glanced at me and I smiled a thanks in return.

“I think Sam was looking for you. Something about a mission.”

“Yeah, I caught him downstairs. They have a meeting soon and leave in a few hours but-“

“Go” I rasped out the first work I’d spoken to him in days. My voice definitely felt worse after being mute for 48 hours then talking and laughing with Bucky for the last 30 minutes. But I didn’t show it.

“But I don’t- what if you- I wouldn’t be back for a couple days and you’re-“

“Fine. She’s fine, Steve. Don’t want to make your girl feel guilty if someone got hurt or killed because you chose to be dramatic about her basic, easily recovered from cold over going on this mission, do you?”

Damn. He’s good at this. Ok little mean, definitely a guilt trip. But it’s working and I need a break.

“I’ll stay with her. Get your butt to the meeting and go do your damn job.” I placed a hand over Steve’s and with a comforting smile told him I would be ok. With much reluctance and many glances, Steve gathered what he would need and headed out. Not before kissing my head goodbye though. He tried to tell me he doesn’t get sick with the serum so just let him kiss me, but I was not allowing myself to suddenly cough or sneeze into his mouth. Yuck.

Steve POV

(Two days later, back at the compound)

“So, you two lied to me?” Steve stormed through the halls, still in his uniform, Sam and Bucky trailing behind. He was infuriated.

He had easily realised he was not in fact needed on the mission the day after they arrived. He had decided to ignore it and just complete the mission as he was already there. The second they landed at the compound, however, Steve had turned to Sam and Natasha in fury. Natasha was quick to announce she had no part and take her leave. Bucky had made the mistake of meeting them when they landed, a mistake Sam was grateful for.

“Well, yes, but-“

Steve cut Sam off, “You lied to me. Made me go on a mission I was not needed on while Y/N is sick. I should have been here, looking after her. She could have-“

“She asked us to do it.”

Steve stopped and turned to Bucky, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N asked us to do something. The only thing you would leave her alone for is a mission- If innocent lives were in danger.” He explained, softly. He knew as well as Y/N did that Steve was overprotective out of love.

“She did what? Why-why would she…?” Steve questioned, quietly. He was hurt. He just wanted to look after her, like a good boyfriend and friend should. He wanted her to be ok because he hated seeing her down or hurting or sick.

“Because she was going crazy. Dude, we know-she knows- that you love her. Like a lot, man, getting you to shut up about her is near impossible. But you get a bit much when any of us are sick or injured, but when it’s Y/N, man you go overboard.”

Steve was silenced by Sam’s confession. He just wanted everyone to be ok. He had realised he could go a little over the top sometimes, but every member of the team is so damn stubborn. Natasha dislocated her shoulder the year previous and, against doctors orders, was in the gym the following week. Clint had the flu the previous winter and still insisted on flying himself back home to Laura and the kids.

Both Tony’s therapist and the med bay doctor told him he needed to sleep more, and not at his workbench (it was not good for his back!), and yet he hadn’t listened. Steve is the only the one who still regularly pressures Tony to sleep. After the accords and Siberia incident, when everything was settled and everyone returned to the compound, Steve made an effort to pay more attention to Tony. Noting all the mistakes he made before. Tony did well at hiding his PTSD, anxiety and lack of decent sleep. But once Steve realised, he made it a personal mission to help him and regular, good sleep would go a long way. Even if it usually included arguments, threats to get FRIDAY or call Y/N down to get all his equipment shut down and even occasionally just picking him up, fireman style, and carrying him to his bed. After a 9 day stretch in the lab Steve had carried Tony to his room and stood guard til he was asleep (he had a habit of sneaking back out) and it wasn’t long until Tony was out for the night.

But Y/N, she was so important to him. And just as stubborn. Steve couldn’t bear the thought of her being in any sort of pain or anything bad happening her. He certainly couldn’t imagine losing her. It scared the shit out of him. He was just trying to help.

“Steve,” Bucky broke his prolonged silence, “she loves you, she knows you’re just trying to help her. But it’s just a cold. She just needs rest and occasionally painkillers for the headache. She admits the tea was helpful, but it’s hard to rest with hourly temperature checks, a game of 20 questions and those concerned eyes watching her 24-seven.” He pointed to Steve’s eyes, a smile on his face, and the corner of Steve’s mouth twitched.

“I guess I could, back off a bit. I was a slightly dramatic for a common cold.”

“Slightly?! Dude, just, ask her what she needs. Be there for her without taking over. You know she calls you ‘Nurse Rogers’ right?”

Steve laughed, “Really? Well I guess it’s appropriate.” He nodded and thanked his best friends.

Y/N POV

I was curled into my side, covers over my head and facing away from the windows. Curses aimed at my boyfriend swirled around my pounding head, why the hell did I agree to not have blackout curtains? I could have got black out blinds underneath for when he isn’t here. Maybe I’ll ask Tony next time I see him. Steve liked to wake up and see the light entering the room. He’s an early morning person and I’m not even a morning person. I accepted it though, actually got used to it and mastered the ability of easily falling back to sleep with the light. But my head hurts so much that the light is ten times too bright, making my eyes burn and the cold monster pound it’s heaving fists against my skull.

The rest of my symptoms had either disappeared or lessened. I no longer had a runny nose or teary eyes, no sudden sneezing or constant coughing and my throat was much better. I still had mini coughing fits and my chest ached, but not as much as the previous days. Unfortunately, the headache was relentless.

This is how Steve found me, the door slightly and slowly scuffing across the carpet and his light footsteps alerting me to his presence and identifying them as him. Bucky’s footsteps where slightly louder (and he had visited many times the last couple days) and Sam always swung the door open quickly. I didn’t raise my head though. I hadn’t long taken painkillers after waking up and they had yet to kick in.

I felt the bed dip and Steve carefully perched at the edge next to me and I braved peaking over the covers at him. He held a small and soft look on his face which brought me comfort. I had missed him. Well, I had missed Steve not Nurse Rogers. Bucky had checked in, especially first thing in the morning and last thing at night when I felt the worst, just to ask if I needed anything, and we watched a couple movies. I was perfectly able to look after myself, I did it before he came along and I can do it now.

“I know you got the guys to send me on that mission.”

I cringed and looked up at him, guilt on my face.

“It’s ok, I know I’m, a lot. They told me. I just love you so much and wanted to help. I guess you got too much of ‘Nurse Rogers’ huh?” He smirked slightly, running his hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled from under the overs, my mouth still hidden.

“Do you need anything? What do you want?”

“I want my boyfriend. Not a Nurse. I want my boyfriend to just lie in bed and watch crappy tv with me.”

He moved to get into bed, but I stopped him, “after he takes his uniform off and takes a shower.”

15 minutes later I was curled into my boyfriend’s side, head on his chest as we watched some baking programme arguing over who’s cake was better. He had one arm round my waist, thumb rubbing soothing circles on my hip and the other running through my hair. It wasn’t long until I was asleep, happily in his arms and already feeling a hell of a lot better.

[peterparkerscurls]

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Peter yawned, laying his head on his arm, scribbling down calculations for his math homework. His eyes felt heavy, and he sniffed aggressively. Tony abruptly turned around, something Peter would notice immediately, but the kid’s messy, brown locks stayed splayed across his arm. Peter yawned again, shifting in his chair and trying to avoid skin to cold countertop contact. He normally loved being at the tower, sitting in his usual homework spot at the counter that sat in front of the kitchen area, connected to the sink and such, and keeping Mr. Stark company while he meal prepped, but today it was especially hard to stay his chipper self. Peter licked his cracking lips, and tried to sniff again, but instead was forced to breathe through his mouth, hence the dry lip problem.

“Hey, snot machine-” Tony dried his hands on a nearby Hulk themed rag.

Peter’s head quickly lifted and Tony watched as the kid’s brain took a second to follow.

“Oh, ‘m sorry Mr. Stark.” He mumbled, trying to blink away the annoying tears in his eyes. Tony noticed them, and at first, he thought the kid was going to cry and his heart leaped into his throat, but Peter’s hearty cough switched his suspicions.

“Are you alright there? Are you doing that vaping shit I see everywhere? I can sit you down with Bruce and he can tell you all about how-”

“No! No, Mr. Stark I swear, I’m not doing that stuff.” Peter tried to sniff again but gave up.

“Ok then, you’re infected.”

Peter’s head whipped around and he stood up more, opening his eyes and pursing his lips.

“I am not. I swear.”

Tony raised his eyebrow and walked over to his, well, whole ass sick child.

“Ok alright, so you wouldn’t mind cooking tonight for everyone? With your hands? Let’s make pizza from scratch.”

Peter knew better than to get everyone sick to try to prove a point, and he knew Mr. Stark was are of that as well.

“Ok, maybe I don’t feel s-”

Tony cleared his throat and Peter shifted his feet, changing his words.

“I think it’s just a sinus infection. I’m fine though!”

“No-”

“Patrol. I know.”

Peter slumped in his seat, setting his head back down on his arm and continuing his sniffling and math. He would never say, but he was kind of glad he could stay in and sleep and relax instead of swinging around the freezing cold air of Queens and sniffling in bad guy faces.

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Peter sniffled for the millionth time that night and shivered. The team was settling in for movie night, something for which Peter was usually estatic for, but he was cold and the first person to sit next to him was going to be his personal body pillow. That lucky victim was Steve Rogers, who didn’t really believe Tony when he complained about how clingy a tired Peter could be, until now. Peter sniffed and snuggled his head into Steve’s thick, forever warm arm and sighed in relief. His head felt heavy and he couldn’t wait for the lights to be turned off. He groggily watched as Tony dropped a blanket over him, and sat down by Pete’s feet.

They got a half hour into the movie before Peter shot up and began sneezing like a maniac. It scared the shit out of Steve, and really everyone else. He would get maybe two shaky breaths before another spit filled sneeze would rack his body, along with horrible coughing. Tony grabbed a tissue and shoved it in Peter’s hand, rubbing soft circles into his back. Peter groaned, his fit coming to a hault, and swallowed roughly. As he was going to lay back down, his whole body erupted in an overwhelming spidey sense. He sat there for a moment, letting the adults think he was just collecting himself, before excusing himself to the bathroom.

He shut the door and hurridly stripped his clothes off, his spidey suit already under his outfit for the day (per usual), and climbed right out the window. He knew Mr. Stark would be mad, but he hoped that if he kept his heart rate in the green-no-baby-monitor-needed-area, that it would be a while until he saw an Iron Man suit speeding towards him. He was wrong.

The minute Peter crawled outside, the wind ripped right through him. The heater in his suit wasn’t enough, so Spider-Man shivered as he swung through the city. Half-way to his destination he pulled his mask up, and wiped his nose on his sleeve, making a mental note to stuff tissues in a secret pocket or something.

Peter tuck and rolled straight into a gas station that was several blocks away, and he had trouble remembering whether his spidey sense could even pick up things this far away, but was distracted by the huge knife wielding man glaring at him.

“Hey, what’s with the butter knife, man?” He shot his webbing at the man’s hand, sticking to his huge fist. “This lady doesn’t look like butter to me.” Peter yanked the man’s hand forward and jumped on his back, kicking him down to the ground. He sniffed and coughed while tying the idiot’s hands behind his back in web-cuffs.

“I’m glad swung over here when I did, otherwise he would’ve buttered some toast.” Pete looked at the little old lady the man was threatening before.

“You sound congested, dear.” The lady began digging through her purse, probably for some motherly tissue or pills, when Peter’s whole body erupted in chills. He turned his head and wasn’t fast enough.

The gunshot was loud and left Peter’s ears ringing. He quickly jumped in front of the older lady and shot his web right in the barrel of the gun, the whole thing exploding in the what Pete assumed to be the first guy’s backup’s hand. He wouldn’t have noticed that his shoulder was bleeding if it weren’t for the older lady pressing a tissue into it. He hissed and dropped down a bit, turning and grabbing his stinging shoulder.

“The police are on their way, stay safe!” Peter shouted as he swung off, and back towards the tower.

“Karen, do you think Mr. Stark knows I left?” Peter asked as he swung through the city, ignoring his runny nose completely now.

“He seems uneasy since your departure from the couch, but he hasn’t gotten up.”

Peter nodded and coughed as he swung back. He managed to make his whole trip fifteen minutes, give or take, and he crawled back into the bathroom, yanking his clothes back on. He flushed the toilet for effect and opened the door to Mr. Stark’s raised fist ready to knock on the door.

“Hello…” Peter mumbled, looking wide-eyed up at Mr. Stark.

“We thought you fell in!” Clint yelled from the couch, pausing the movie.

“Oh, sorry. I just...needed to blow my nose.”

“For fifteen minutes?” Tony raised his eyebrow and let Peter pass as he avoided eye contact with his mentor, well, father figure. “Hey-” Tony reached out and grabbed Peter’s hurt shoulder, eliciting a wince and hissing sound from the teenager.

“Oh?” Both Tony and Steve said at the same time, Steve actually getting off the couch, his second father figure. “Move the shirt,” Tony said, crossing his arms.

“It’s nothing I just, uh, scratched too hard.” Peter smiled sleepily, sniffing. His excuse was poor, and he knew it, so he sighed and moved his shirt to unveil his bleeding shoulder.

Tony rushed forward and took a closer look, hollering at Bruce to get up and come to take a look. Tony and Steve resulted to yelling at Peter while Bruce wiped at the blood with some gauze, determining it a small bullet wound, just a graze.

“A graze? From where? The bathroom?” Tony asked knowingly.

“Ok, maybe I went out and helped this old lady and there was a guy with a knife and another with a gun but I’m al-” Peter gasped and sneezed into his elbow, looking back up to his fathers, and smiled innocently. “-alive.”

Steve placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder and the smaller man sighed, rubbing his face.

“He’s ok. I patched him up while you two threw a fit over a young man doing what was right.” Bruce smiled and patted Peter’s back. Peter smiled back in surprise, and he could have sworn he heard Dr. Banner tell him he would kill him if he used more gauze on him, but his head was getting heavy and his eyelids weighed tons. He yawned and looked down at his feet.

“I’m sorry. I just...wanted to help.” He mumbled. Peter felt two strong hands on his good shoulder, and they all walked back to the couch, returning right back to the positions they were in fifteen minutes ago. Peter fell asleep to soft circles being rubbed into his back and calf, and he swore he could sense Tony and Steve holding hands, but he was too tired and sick to care.

[hecknbarnes]

Click

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,507

A/N: Feedback is always welcome! Requests are also open, so feel free to send me something! :-)

Summary: The clicks of your heels, the cold fog of a New York night, the shivers of your hand as you pull your coat tighter to your skin, the deep breaths of the man following you - four feet behind.

Warnings: angst (a lot), more angst (it might hurt), slight violence

Click, click. Click, click.

Your heels clicked against the dirty pavement, the tip of your nose was burning - the numbness wouldn’t be affecting you until you would reach the indoors. Your feet ached from the blistering cold and you could no longer feel your fingertips as you further gripped your thin coat closer to your silhouette. 

Click, click.

The soft, deep thuds clatter against the pavement you had just trodden. He was merely a couple feet away, you’ve already been walking almost three blocks, and you were only two away from the target spot. 

Click, click.

The weary soles of your feet inched your destination, you turned into an alleyway, waiting a moment for a sense of dramatic effect before turning around. As your face turned to meet the dim and polluted moonlight, you expected your target to be standing inches from you. But rather, you came to face a dark brooding character with a deep gruff coming from his huffing mouth and your target lying unconscious on the cold ground. 

Huff, huff.

Time stood still, as you stared down the person in front of you, and it stared right back at you. “James? What the hell? Why of all times, did you pick now to interrupt my work? You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face around me. You know, sometimes I wonder-” you rambled off angrily, as the man the stood before you gave a breathy laugh as he straightened his form and walked towards you, his metal arm glistening from the musty radiance of the moon.

“Come on, you can’t even be a little glad to see me? Not even a hug?” He chuckled as he strides his big heavy boots over to you, taking a step over your target. You grimaced at him, remembering that you were proposed a large sum of money to get information out of the man.

"If you had called, knocked at my home door, you could have even stalked me and then approached me in the bathroom or something, maybe I'd be slightly more cordial - but you can't intrude on my work." You placed your hands on your hips, the cold no longer affecting your skin. 

"Look Y/N, could you at least just call me Bucky, for now, you can still be a hard ass, just call be Bucky again." He huffed, seemingly winded from knocking out one of the top chain New York gang members.

"Fine, Bucky, why are you here? Interrupting my work, most importantly.  Lord knows, you only pop up to get something from me." Rolling your eyes, you began to walk away from him. 

"Y/N, it's time. We need you again." Bucky's words stopped you in your tracks."

"So, shits hit the fan again? Seems to happen almost too often, I don't think I have enough time for another catfight - sorry, Buck" You sped up your pace a little in hopes that Bucky would leave you alone. 

"Doll, come on, HYDRA's at it again and we need all the help we can get. We have no other choice, we're on our own on this one by this point. We need you," there was a long silence and you swore you could hear your heavy grunts of breathing splitting the beating sound of Bucky's heart, "…I need you."

As these words traveled to your ears in a sweet and shivering melody, you stopped in your footsteps and turned around to face him. In the night light, he looked even more roughed up than he usually would with his scruff and scraggly hair. But he has never looked so ethereal. You couldn't help but to be taken aback by his glowering, almost dagger-like stare, "…Buck-"

"Y/N, I miss you. I can't sleep anymore, the night terrors are back and I don't know how to stop them when you aren't around to hold me." His voice wavered as he yearned for your touch that he wouldn't be awarded with. You could see the tears brimming the corners of his eyes as he struggled to keep them from falling while you tucked your arms underneath each other to keep yourself warm, despite the constant heat filling up your throat.

"You knew we couldn't keep each other afloat, Buck. We were never going to make it, what makes you think anything's going to change this time?" Sighing, you rubbed your hand against your hairline – swearing you were sweating along with the nerves that ached your bones. 

When Bucky showed up at the compound, you had no intention of being in the slightest interaction with him. However, when the rest of the team had convinced both of you to join them for some drinks and loosen up. But, the two of you had both loosened up a bit too much and had spent the night together. It was only one night, but one night became two, and two became five. Yet, nothing ridiculously serious had ever come from it.

It had never come to your attention, but during the late nights of falling asleep to the sound of old TV reruns, Bucky was at his most peaceful state of mind. You made him feel safe, the nightmares never came and you were the reason as to why they stopped. 

Yet, what you had said was true, the two of you could never keep it together. Something was always off, no matter how hard you tried to fix it, you always ended up coming back to each other. It was toxic, and it was suffocating you. So, you left the compound in hopes to better yourself with independent work, but it meant leaving your heart behind in Bucky's hands. Two years had passed since then, and you had only returned once for a single mission but kept your distance from the group.

And now, here the both of you stood, so close that you could've fallen and your lips would have been pressed against Bucky's and things would have gone straight back to the way things were.  However, this was no longer the case. You had learned from your mistakes what you and Bucky had was special, but it also extremely toxic to yourself and the others around you.

"Y/N, it's been at least two damn years, we've both changed. You at least give me a chance. Please, I've never stopped thinking about you. You're all I want."

You weren't sure how to respond to his pleads. Your heart ached for his touch, but you knew that once your skin pressed against his, it would just be right back to the way it had been before. The constant yelling, pettiness, and ultimate jealousy towards each other. It wasn't good for your health, and neither was Bucky's intoxicating scent that would flood your senses still today. 

"Then is still now Bucky, we're still the same people we were when we thought that playing games with each other was considered a healthy relationship." You huffed, pulling at the lobe of your ear, and then moving to rub your cold and numbed nose.

"At least come to help for the mission, we really need it. We can discuss the two of us after everything has blown over. Just please…" Bucky's voice whimpered despairingly, in fact, it was the most desolate you think you've ever heard him - and it absolutely broke your heart. But there was no turning point for you, you've made too many unintentional calls when it came to Bucky, and it always ended up hurting you in the end. 

"Bucky, I'm sorry, I can't. I'm needed here, but please stay safe. For me?" You sniffled, but your runny nose was only from the blistering cold surrounding the two of you.

"Y/N, no, please. You need to-" Bucky's eyes were strained with tears that threatened to spill over his eyes, and you couldn't keep looking at him otherwise you'd be falling down the same path you took over two years ago.

"I need to go, Buck...I'm sorry. Maybe one day we'll figure each other out, but the time isn't right." You smiled at him, your hand against his cheek and the same tears threatening to push you over the edge and into a hole you wouldn't be getting yourself out of. Bucky's gloved hand kept yours on his cheek, and as you tried to pull away you could feel the resistance of his grip. Yet, he let you slip through his fingers once again.

"Goodbye, Bucky." You sniffed, giving a sad smile towards the man you just couldn't let get away, but here you were - letting him do just what you didn’t want him to; Leave.

Click...Click, Click.

Bucky watched you as you walked further and further away, but Bucky's feet were glued to the spot and he didn't have the heart to turn away from you.

Click, Click. Click, Click.

And each step broke his heart.

Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.

Still, there you went, turning your back on the man you love.