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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Birthday Wishes

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Nat x SickReader:

Summary: It’s Natashas birthday and you’ve arranged a party for her. Everything has to be perfect. But oh, what's this? Are you coming down with something?

You sniffled and sneezed for what felt like the 100th time that day. You knew in your heart that you were coming down with something since the moment you woke up that morning with a tickle at the back of your throat and a slight ache in all of your muscles. However today was not the day to be sick, today was much more important. Today, it was Natasha’s birthday.

Nat was currently out doing some last-minute clean-up after a small mission went slightly wrong. Everything was set and prepared to be ready for when she returned. Sighing as you finished wiping down the kitchen counter you allowed yourself to rest your head in your hands, sniffling to yourself.

“Rough day?” A soft voice came from behind instantly recognizable as Wanda’s.

“No, I just want everything to be perfect for Natasha.” You admitted, sniffling to keep your nose under control, however, it seemed to have other ideas as the growing tickle grew “Is everything rea- h...HEhktshoo! Sorry. Is everything ready?”

“Bless you, here.” Wanda used her powers to levitate a box of tissues towards you. Pouring two cups of coffee she held one out to you, “Everything's been taken care of stop worrying. But hey don’t overdo yourself though. Make sure you take care of that cold.”

“Thanks,” You swiped a few tissues from the box and accepted the drink, “Thanks for this as well, and I don’t have a cold, by the way, it's just allergies or something.”

“Sure.” She spoke in a sarcastic tone and winked before leaving the kitchen. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you sighed a deep long breath. Today was going to be a long day, however, it would be worth it.

3 hours had passed and it was almost time, you had been greeting guests as they entered for the last 10 minutes and your aching head had begun to turn, blurring your vision slightly but you pressed on forcing yourself to smile, turning on your heels you were shocked to see Wanda staring deeply at you. “I thought I told you to take it easy today.”

“I'm fine Wanda. Just forget about it, today's about Nat. Not me. Let's just make today about her, ok?” She could hear the desperation in your voice, unsure of what to say she just nodded and left you to it.

Fixing yourself a drink, you were unaware of the sudden cheer of noise in the room as the music increased in volume, you laid your head on the wooden bar. “Hitting the hard stuff already?” A voice chuckled, hugging you from behind. You knew that voice anywhere.

“Nat!” You stood up and hugged her properly. “Happy birthday baby.” You cooed, grabbing her by the hand and leading her towards the corner of the room to talk privately. “How was everything?”

“Forget that it was fine, but this,” She looked around signaling the party with her eyes, “Did you do this all by yourself, it's amazing.”

You began to speak but leaned away to cough lightly into your elbow, “Well, I had a little help from you know who.” You pointed at Tony who was currently doing the robot with Vision on the dancefloor. You both laughed as you watched in silence for a moment, as you plucked up the courage to ask her the burning question in your heart trying to stave off the prick building in your nose. “So.” You took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “Do you want to dance?”

“You didn't need to ask.” She smirked and kissed your cheek, her face changed slightly and you couldn't quite read what she was thinking, “Are you alright?” She asked as you both made your way to the open floor.

“Never better,” You smiled, “Now may I?”You offered your hand out to her.

“Certainly.”

You and Nat danced for what felt like hours but you still had to quietly muffle coughs and quickly wipe your running nose on your sleeve when you thought she wasn't looking. Truth be told you felt awful. Your fever was making you dizzy and the dancing certainly wasn't helping but you pressed on, determined to have a wonderful night with Natasha. Looking deeply into her eyes you felt a wave of happiness rush over you, she leaned towards you but the tickle in your nose returned with vengeance and you pushed her away slightly “Nat I-…. eh'ttshoo!! H-hh…heh'eeshoo!! H..hnxxt.’ You sneezed uncontrollably pressing your wrist up to your nose only managing to stifle your third sneeze as it tore from your nose.

Your face flushed red with embarrassment as you began to stutter your apology, hiding your face from Natasha. “I am so so sorry! I... I don't know what came over me, I-“

You felt a cold hand cup your face, it felt amazing against your burning skin. “Bless you, Stop apologizing sweetie.” Her voice quietly whispered. “Now when were you going to tell me.”

“It's not that bad” You admitted, falling into her open arms as she held you close. “I wanted to make today about you. You do a lot for me and I just wanted to try and repay you.”

“You don't need to repay me anything.” She tucked a strand of fallen hair behind your ear, and pressed her cool palm to your forehead, “Now tell me truly, how do you feel?”

“I'm fine, I just need to grab a drink, and then I have to go make sure everything is going to plan. Then theres the- h..htitshoo!!”

“Bless you.” Nat cut you off from your ramblings and instructed you to take a seat by the bar. “Water please.” She spoke to the man behind the bar, “I’ll be back, don't go anywhere”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, it's not like you could. You were barely holding yourself together as it was. You still had so much to do, you had arranged a surprise for later on and everything had to go perfectly. Grabbing a napkin you blew your nose lightly, the congestion shifting caused you to sneeze twice into your elbow.

“Bless you.” A different masculine voice blessed you this time and you looked up to see Tony accompanied by both Natasha and Wanda who just looked at you with sympathy and shook her head lightly. You knew what they were going to say even before they spoke. Standing up you gripped the sturdy bar for support, “Guys, please I swear Ib fide. Everythiggs got to be perfect!” Congestion was seeping into your now-hoarse voice and Natasha pulled you towards her, cradling you in her strong arms.

“That's enough.” Tonys' voice was firm. “We all know you’ve worked hard to make this party happen but this has to stop. Your health is important and you're going to rest, no arguing.”

“He’s right.” Wanda agreed, “I should’ve made you lie down sooner, you look terrible.”

She wasn’t wrong. Your skin was pale but was tinged red around your feverish cheeks. The hair sticking uncomfortably to your clammy forehead. Not to mention the fact you could barely stand on your own.

Tony whispered something into Natasha’s ear and she abruptly pulled away, leaving Tony to hold you steadily. Nat made her way to the microphone near where the DJ booth was. She made a quick speech, thanking everybody for the birthday wishes and the party. After finishing up, she made her way back to the three of you. “Come on.” She held out her arms to you but stopped when she saw your condition had worsened. She nodded to Tony and within moments you found yourself tightly embraced in her arms. “Let's get you to bed.”She whispered softly.

Minutes later you found yourself wrapped in a warm blanket, sat huddled on the couch. You had convinced Natasha to let you rest there instead of the bed. “Here,” Nat spoke as she approached you, damp cloth in hand. She gently laid it on your forehead and she cuddled down next to you. “I'm sorry I ruined your birthday.” You sniffled, feeling guilty for pulling her away from her own party.

“Don’t apologize for anything sweetheart. I'm right where I want to be, cuddling with you.” Her voice sounded genuine and her soft touch soothed your worries.

“Wait!” You suddenly remembered the time, gaining a burst of energy as you rushed to the big window which allowed you to view the whole of the city. You quickly drew the curtains and sat back down next to the very confused Nat. “Just wait.” You whispered

Moments later bright sparks of colorful embers filled the sky, the loud bang of fireworks filled the room. It was beautiful. You could wish for nothing more as Nat held you close, her eyes sparkling as she watched the fireworks in awe. “Did you do this?” She asked, pulling you closer towards her smile beaming.

“Happy birthday Natasha.”

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jaefmin · 3 years

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Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

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↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ WC: 2.7k

Ajdjksj- why dId I mAkE tHe syNoPsIs sO cLIcHé

@intokook 🙃🙃

As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.

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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years

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i don’t know if u take requests for WIP fics but in the pynch nanny fic i would live to see ronan caribg for adam and wyatt when they get sick?? love the fic so far and love ur pynch stuff!

Anon! Thank you! This took me a bit but I finished it. You can head over to AO3 and read this baby

Adam Parrish does not get sick

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Preview:

“Shut up.” He said, hating his voice for making him sound worse. “I’m sick. Wyatt too. It’s probably that Priscilla from school. She never washes her hands.”

“What a little brat.” Adam nodded and the action made him totter. Ronan’s hand darted out to grab him, holding Adam’s bicep to keep him steady. “Why the hell are you out of bed?”

“Wyatt wanted oatmeal. And water.”

“This is why you hired me. Go back upstairs, I’ll bring you both some food. Do you want anything else?”

Adam didn’t speak for a second so Ronan prodded him. “Parrish?”

“You don’t have to stay, you’ll probably end up sick too, if you do.“

"I don’t care.”

#pynch #Anonymous #tinyarmedtwrites #Im not a huge sick fic person but damn #Im proud of this baby

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wndmxmffs · 5 years

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Omg hi I love ur stuff 💗 may I request 26 for the blurb night with sickreader x nat?

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 557

Warning: none!

A/N: second one for the blurb night! can’t believe how interested you guys are in this follower celebration! thank you so much for your support and enjoy reading xx ((thank you for the compliment baby, i’m so happy you enjoy my stuff!))

Prompt:

26. “I’m not going to get you sick, babe. I just want some cuddles.”

It had only been two days but you were already getting tired of being sick. After all, no one really enjoys a running and puffy nose, a sore throat and a constant headache. The worse part was the fever which caused pain in literally every inch of your body, making you unable to walk like a normal human being. You had spent your days attached to your soft bed with at least three blankets wrapped around you and some Netflix show constantly playing on TV. You were not going to lie, it was getting quite boring and you were convinced you would’ve been dead by now if Natasha hadn’t stayed at home with you to keep you company. Natasha was taking really good care of you and she even managed to put up with your whiny sick self which is a huge accomplishment. However, even the redhead spy’s patience wasn’t endless, and she got really annoyed with you when you asked for more pillows.

“You already have like eight pillows!” She exclaimed, pointing at the actual fort you’d built around yourself.

She was getting something to eat ready for you in the kitchen and you could swear it was a bowl of ‘her famous flu soup’ again. You didn’t want to seem like an ungrateful girlfriend, so you didn’t say anything about it to Nat, but she could’ve taken some lessons from Wanda every now and then when it came to cooking.

Natasha returned to your room with a bowl of hot soup in her hands and handed it to you before sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. You thanked her your dinner and managed to force down a spoonful of it before flashing a fake smile at your girlfriend and putting the bowl down on the nightstand.

“You know, my throat is pretty sore at the moment, so-,” you started but Natasha cut you off and shoved the bowl back in your hands.

“That’s why you need something hot. And you haven’t eaten anything yet today, so eat the freaking soup, Y/N,” Natasha exclaimed, looking at you with a serious expression on her face. However, you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorably caring she was and it suddenly made your whole heart melt.

“The only hot stuff I need is you, Romanoff,” you answered, smirking at your girlfriend and pulling her closer by her waist, ending in a protest from Natasha.

“I don’t want to get sick too, you dummy. Just let me go and I’ll bring you some more blankets,” she stated, already standing up and escaping your weak grasp. Thank God, your reflexes were quicker than her and you managed to hold her back.

“I’m not going to get you sick, babe. I just want some cuddles.” You added while grinning at her, and flashing your puppy-dog eyes at Natasha. You were quite sure she could never resist your beautiful, ill charm and you were actually right. After short contemplation and eye rolling, Nat eventually gave in and lay down next to you, spooning you gently.

“Okay, I guess we can stay like this for a little while. But I swear I’ll kill you if I get the flu after this.”

“Aww, I love you too,” you murmured, moving closer to your girlfriend and listening to her soft chuckle.

Please, leave your feedback in my comment section or my inbox. It would mean the world to me. Thank you!

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