#don’t get me wrong i am content with quotev being dead but i did spend 12 years of my life on that site

[rattlebone]

i got a bit of nostalgia for quotev earlier today and it wasn’t literally for anything specific, it was literally just the energy of the site i got nostalgic for

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No Conditions, No Reservations - Chapter 12

The idea for this chapter came from InSomnia on Quotev.

Word count: 1442

Warnings: Protective Bucky, menstruation (we in the grown-up topics now, y’all)

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No. You froze in horror at the sight that greeted you. Everything had been going so well. Your first few weeks back at work were great; then this had to happen. You could have sworn you had another month’s worth of birth control, but the spot where you kept it was empty and now you were out.

With a groan, you reached for your phone and made a call to your doctor’s office to schedule an appointment. When you were 20 you’d had an incident while on your period, and that had been it for you; the cramps were already debilitating and you weren’t about to risk having to deal with them and a bullet wound at the same time ever again. You’d been taking birth control – without periods – since, but being out of pills meant you were about to have one again. This would be your first period in years, and it was not going to be pretty. Bucky wouldn’t even be here to make it better, since he was on a mission with Steve.

Man, your week was about to suck.

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“Steve, we have to get back faster,” Bucky gasped as he stumbled toward the front of the jet, clutching his stomach. “Y/N…something’s wrong. There’s no wound that I can see, so maybe it’s poison. I need to be back right now!”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where is Y/N?” Steve immediately asked.

“Ms. Y/L/N appears to be curled up in her bed crying, wearing one of Mr. Barnes’s hoodies and wrapped around his pillow.” The AI pulled up the footage from your room and Bucky felt his heart shatter.

“Hold on, Buck,” Steve said, gritting his teeth and pushing the quinjet’s throttle to as fast as he could take it. “The flight back is going to be a little rough.”

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Your ice cream craving was finally strong enough that you dragged yourself out of your bed-bound pity party and down to the kitchen. At least the first two days of your cycle were on the weekend; while it sucked to lose a weekend to cramps, it was better than having to soldier through them at work.

You pulled your mostly-full pint of cookie dough ice cream out of the freezer (Bucky had made sure there was always some around since he found out it was your favorite) and decided to watch The Notebook. If your body wanted to cry, you’d give it a reason to.

Tears were pouring down your face and the end credits had begun rolling when Bucky scared you by bursting in, Steve on his heels.

“Doll, oh gosh, what’s going on? Who did this to you? What can I do?”

You blinked up at him through the tears. “No one did anything to me. I just felt sad and thought the movie would help me cry it out.”

Realization hit you when Bucky doubled over as another cramp struck.

“Let me see, doll. Did I miss something when I looked myself over?” He tried to pull up your shirt but you swatted his hands away.

“Bucky, calm down! It’s just my period! I ran out of birth control and it’s been a while since I last had one so it’s really bad is all.”

Steve sank into a nearby chair. “Of course. I should have thought of that. It’s just that you’ve known each other for over a month, and this is the first time it’s happened even since he last came out of cryo…”

“I normally skip the sugar pill week for my pills,” you confessed. “My periods have always been rough, and I just didn’t want to deal with them alongside what seemed like random injuries.”

Bucky looked between the two of you. “How come Steve knows what’s going on and I don’t, and how,” he collapsed by your feet as another wave of cramps hit your bodies, “the hell are you not more freaked out by this much pain?”

“I can’t speak for Steve, but PMS and period cramps are just part of my life. Yeah, they suck, which is why I’m usually on birth control, but I have to live with them.” You stroked your hand through his hair as he rested his head on your knees. “I have an appointment with my doctor next week so I can renew my prescription. Then it’ll be a while before you have to worry about this again.”

“My mom sat me down when Peggy started her cycle,” Steve admitted. “She didn’t tell me much, not how it worked or anything, but she did explain that it would happen every month once it became regular and some stuff I could do to make it hurt a little less. I guess your mom never had that talk with you, since…”

“Since I never showed signs of having a soulmate,” Bucky finished. He looked up at you. “How do you make it hurt less?”

“Well,” you said, “exercise is supposed to help, but it’s the last thing I feel like doing. I usually take more Advil than I should and curl up with my electric blanket. Heat helps.”

“Right then.” Bucky stood and scooped you up in his arms, blanket and all. “Y/N and I will be in her bed snuggling. We’ll be out when we need food.” He looked at you. “There’s Advil in your room, right?”

You nodded.

“Right. Don’t call us. We’ll call you.”

With that, he whisked you off to your room. The two of you did in fact spend the rest of the day snuggled together under your electric blanket, and the combined Advil you and he had taken actually did a pretty good job of relieving your cramps.

It was after seven that evening when the two of you finally emerged in search of food. Trailing your blanket capes behind you, you headed straight for the kitchen and found Sam and Clint hanging out eating leftover pizza.

“Well, hello, blanket burritos,” Sam chuckled as the two of you rounded the corner. “Long time, no see.”

Bucky ignored them both and headed straight for the fridge.

“Okay, doll, what are we supposed to eat?”

“Technically, healthy stuff,” you groaned, “but that pizza looks so good.”

“Oh no, we’re sticking with what’ll help. What do we need to avoid?”

You sighed. Bucky was not letting you get away with anything. “Anything high in fat content or salt.”

He gave you a side-eye. “Don’t touch the pizza.”

Clint grinned at you and waved his half-eaten slice. “By the time you have your next period, Bucky’s gonna know everything there is to know about them and he’ll have a full menu worked up for you leading up to and through the whole thing.”

“Damn right I will,” Bucky mumbled, head still in the fridge. “We eat like crap around here. Isn’t there one fresh vegetable?” Slamming the door shut, he turned to you. “Doll, I hate to say this because I know we’d both love to spend the rest of the evening in bed, but we need to go shopping.”

“Oh no,” you said, “I am not leaving this tower. I am staying here in my pajamas even if that means pizza and feeling like crap afterwards.”

“It won’t just be you who feels like crap, though,” he pointed out.

Sam cocked an eyebrow at Clint. “Is he seriously arguing with a woman on her period?”

“It was nice knowing you, man,” Clint laughed. “Can I have your room once you’re dead?”

Bucky shot a quick glare at the two of them before pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear.

“Look, doll, we both feel like crap right now, but I really do want to help you feel better, not just myself. Why don’t we go change into something comfortable but more presentable and pick up a few things? I’ll cook us some dinner and we can make a date out of it. I’ll even let you get whatever you want for dessert, healthy or not.”

“Okay,” you agreed, sighing into his chest. “I need more Advil first, though.”

“You and me both, doll,” he grinned.

Clint stared at the two of you and gripped Sam’s shoulder. “Did…did he just win an argument with a woman on her period?”

“Screw you, Barton.” Your glare had him hiding behind Sam. “I’m a rational adult.”

“Of course you are, Y/N,” Sam quickly assured you. “Clint, let’s go.” The two of them grabbed their pizza and bolted from the room.

“Now,” Bucky said, offering you his arm, “let us prepare for our evening, m’lady.”

“Why, thank you, good sir,” you replied with a smile. “That would be lovely.”