Coughing Fit.

coughing fit.

| T.S

Warnings: being sick, sore throat, medicine, hesitating to eat medicine

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night with a coughing fit isn't always fun, but when you realise you have Taylor beside you, it turns out to not be awful.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: sorry if it doesn't really make sense? but I tried my best. oh! and if anyone else is sick, I suggest hot lemonade <3

| Started on 30/10/2023, 5:53 AM |

| Finished on 30/12/2023, 12:07 PM |

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“I'll be here, no matter what.”

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Somewhere in the middle of the night, you wake up with a coughing fit, making Taylor wake up from her sleep.

She turns to check on you, and sees your shaking body from the coughs reverbrating through your bones. She moves closer and her hand goes to pat your back in reassurance while her face grew with concern. Even though her mind was filled with sleep, she's trying to keep it awake and all focused on you.

Taylor sits up a bit more, her eyes fully open now. She frowns when she kept hearing you cough, it not ending, it seems.

She rubs her hand on your back instead, her other one going off to grab the cup of water on the bedside table prepared last night.

She waited until you calmed down slightly and then put the glass in your hands. You sip it at first, then drink more. Feeling the need to cough once more though, had made you pull the glass away, careful not to let the water spill out from your shaking of coughs.

"Slowly, baby." She worriedly places her hand on your back again, her other one going to hold your drink. Your coughs seemingly slowing down to a stop. Or at least, for about fifteen seconds.

"Are you okay?" She asks, her hand on your back moving up to tuck a strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear. You didn't answer her yet, until you took a deep breath in and let out, and yet another cough came out.

You sigh and let your shoulders drop in defeat, leaning to lay tiredly against her chest. Her heart ached at the sight of seeing you so vulnerable.

"Shh..." She runs her fingers along your hair, soothing you while you tried to breathe through the coughs. She held you gently, her chest rising and falling in sync with yours. "It's okay. Just take deep breaths and let it pass."

A few seconds go by without one, until that awful sound of a cough came back. Her mind searched for something that could help you. She could hold you all the way through, but that would be painfully slow when she knows there could be something to relieve you. With it being the middle of the night, her brain was a little slow, but then she remembered.

"Oh, baby, you need medicine." Her voice was soft, and full of concern. She felt the vibrations of your coughs going through your whole body on her chest.

"Stay here, okay?" Taylor was about to get out of bed, but not before an inch that she'd move, you had tightened your grip on her gently, a clear sign that you didn't want her to go.

"It will only be for a second, I swear." She assures you, causing to loosen your hold on her slightly. She gently picks up your hands and puts it down in your lap while you pouted adorably. She pouted back just as adorably, her heart melting for you.

She got out of the bed and walked out of the room, leaving you alone. After just a few seconds though, she got back with medicine in her hand and two mugs in the other.

"Okay, here. You'll feel better when you take it." You grimaced at even the thought of swallowing the medicine or even looking at it, but when Taylor raised her eyebrows, you knew there was no getting out of it. And, you would only cough even more if you didn't take it.

The blonde sat back down next to you and prepared the necessities, such as opening the lid, making sure the cup of water was near in case you needed it, and that she had a spoon.

She poured the liquid onto a spoon, careful not to let it drip down. Hovering the filled spoon over her open palm, she waits for you to open your mouth.

You hesitate, but manage to open your mouth, and surprisingly, you haven't coughed in a bit, but that might be your nervousness showing.

Taylor puts the spoon in your mouth and you keep it for a few seconds before swallowing easily going down your throat. You reached out your hands towards the glass of water, and she gave it to you, wanting to wash down the bitter taste.

"Now if we get some sleep, I'm sure you'll be better in no time." She says, giving you a soft smile as she heard no cough anymore. Or, right now, anyway.

"I got you some hot lemonade too, if you really need it." She points at the bedside table behind her, leaning to the side to reveal the glass filled with the warm beverage. You smile at her thoughtful gesture.

"Th-" You cough once more, covering it up in your arm so the germs don't go anywhere but there.

"Thank you...--" She puts her single finger on your lips gently, looking at you softly and shushing you. A smile grew on both of your faces at the interruption, your heart warming at how gentle she was with you.

"Don't talk darling, you'll cough more." She grabs the mugs, one for her and you. Even though she didn't really need it, nothing could go wrong with that. It's always lovely to have hot liquid running down your throat, especially at a time like this.

You take the mug she offers you, and take a sip of it after blowing on it for a few seconds. The lemonade traveling from your tongue down to your throat, soothing everything in its path.

A few minutes pass with a little more quietness, and she was glad it managed to help your throat calm down on you. As your cup started to empty out, and your eyes started to get heavy, supposedly from the warmth, too, you hand her back your mug, to which she places back on the bedside table.

Leaning back against her body, you close your eyes, with her holding you safely and the dose of medicine would be putting you back to sleep quicker than usual. She stays awake for a while more to make sure you've really fallen asleep, taking sips of her own warm lemonade as her other hand gently goes through your hair.

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Trust Me

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)

Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!

You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.

Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.

Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.

When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.

After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.

You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?

‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.

But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.

Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.

You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.

The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.

Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.

You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.

The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.

As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.

“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.

You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”

She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”

You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.

“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.

You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.

Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.

“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”

Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.

“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.

For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.

“Since we left the states.” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”

You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.

“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”

Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.

“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.

“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”

You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.

The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.

“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”

You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.

“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”

“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.

“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.

“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”

Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“Nat, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”

So you did.

Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.

You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.

“Nat, I don’t think—”

“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”

“I do, but—”

“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”

“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.

A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.

The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.

Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.

After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.

She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.

“Told you to trust me.”

~ end ~

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