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“Good Morning”

Steve X GN Reader

Just literal, absolute, cotton candy fluff

The sound of Jarvis’s voice stirred you out of sleep. A groan escaped you as you opened your eyes, immediately shutting them again against the light.

“Jarvis, what is happening? What’s going on?” You ask, voice raw from sleep and thirst.

“You have a visitor at your door. Mr. Steve Rodgers is requesting entry.” Jarvis said through your speaker.

“Access granted.” You say as you yank the covers back up over your head. It was just Steve, he wouldn’t mind you liking cozy. You peak at the doors from behind you cover fortress and you arch as he walks in.

Wow. That truly never got old. Watching him, no matter what the mundane task, always took your breath away. He was beautiful. Today he wore a grey t-shirt and jeans which, of course, did wonders on his already wonderful body. His shoulders looked so wide you were surprised there was even enough shirt left to have make sleeves.

You smiled at him even though you weren’t sure if he could see it or not. He smiled at you and you felt warm. Steve was the best and his smile always made you feel infectiously happy. Despite your irritation with rousing from your slumber, he made it well worth it.

“Morning, Sunshine.” He said with his smile as he sat down. You felt the side of the bed sink where he sat to where your legs were now pressing against him under the covers. He placed a hand on what he hoped was your cover- clad hip.

“What time is it?” You said in a voice quickly loosing its irritated cadence.

“I wasn’t going to wake you hun but it’s 11:30 in the afternoon and I missed you.” He flopped himself down next to you and you were quickly yanked from your blanket cage and into his arms. Gods, you loved his arms- you loved being in them. It felt like the safest place in the world which might be true.

“I missed you too but I can”t breathe, Steve.” You choked out. His only response was lightly loosening his hold on you.

You lay in his arms as he presses kisses to the top of your head and your face, a blush splashing your skin at the fact you knew you never looked pretty first thing in the morning. You slept hard and you knew your hair was rivaling that of Mufasa’s and you probably had sleep lines on your face. At your attempt to bury your surely sleepy face in his chest he grabbed your chin. A pouty sound left your lips as he turned your face up to his in response.

“You look beautiful bug, don’t deprive me of my kisses.” He laughed knowing your insecurity was the only reason for your hesitation. He got like that when he was extra sleepy or frustrated about a mission. You had to have a serious talk to him in the past about still having intimate time together even if he felt inadequate about whatever danger you may be up against.

“Can’t we have kiss time after I shower at least?” You say it only half jokingly, still feeling worried.

A sly grin plasters that pretty face of his as he pulls you into his arms, whilst standing from the bed.

“Only if I get to help you.”

THE Masterlist

Key- ✨: fluff, 👀: smut MARVEL Bucky:

“Fever”✨ | Bucky x Reader

Steve:

“Good Morning” ✨| Steve Rodgers X Reader

MARAUDERS

Remus Lupin:

"Sleep in a Time of Starlight" /Remus Lupin X Reader

“Fever”

Curing my insomnia , one lately written story at a time :) no it’s not proof read, I am sleepy

Summary - Bucky Barnes being all sweet to sick reader

Fevers were the absolute worst. The torment of the rosy flush that covered your skin whilst also feeling terribly cold was torture. You lay in your bed, under a cozy blanket with lots of pillows to support your aching, sick body. Your throat itched with the need to cough but you knew it would hurt your throat. It was fair to say you were rightly miserable.

The medicine didn’t seem to be helping your fever. Jarvis was now in charge of monitoring your temperature because it was beginning to worry the others. You felt like you were melting but then had goosebumps as if you were outside in the snow. You slept fitfully for most of the day, not budging from your spot unless absolutely necessary.

Later, a knock on your door brings you out of sickly sleep. You murmur a small “Come in.”, causing your throat to burn. You look through your heavy eyelids and see Bucky in the door way. You would love to talk to him but it didn’t seem worth the pain.

“Hey,honey.” His presence made you feel soothed almost instantly despite your discomfort from your sickness. “You aren’t feeling so good, huh?“ He strides over to your bed and studies your face. You shake your head and he looks sad to see you feeling this way.

He reaches out with his metal hand and gingerly touches your forehead, the warmth of your fever instantly touching his arm. A sigh came from you and he drew back, scared you were disapproving.

The pout that marked your face when he pulled away convinced him otherwise. “Please.” You said with a croak in your voice.

“Please what, doll?” He responded. He was scared seeing you this way. You normally were so stubborn, you never looked weak even when you were injured. Seeing you so fragile made his heart.

“Your hand,” you nudged his metal arm back up in the direction of your head. “It’s cold. Feels good.” An obvious sigh of contentment left you as his cold arm touched your fevered skin.

“I can get you a cold rag if you prefer-“ Bucky started.

“No!” You state, the aggression of your interjection sending you into a fit of coughs. “I, I would prefer you being here.”

The cringe that has marred his face at your coughs faded into a soft grin at your request. “Of course.” He say down on your bed and turned his metal hand over, placing the cold side against your forehead.

You smile at him, not wanting to talk anymore with your throat as sore as it was. He smiles to, watching you soothe under his hand. He studied you as you relaxed, leaving his hand on your forehead as you drifted off into a promising sleep…

“Sleep In a Time of Starlight”

Remus x Reader (gn) - literally just a brief interaction

I honestly just need this idea out of my head <3

No it’s not proofread losers, you’ll be okay.

The sight of the top of your bed frame had gotten increasingly boring within the past hour. You were staring at it, memorizing all the little details you could make out in the pattern, in an attempt to make your eyes tired. Now it burned to blink and you were even more restless than you were to begin with.

Insomnia. It wasn’t a new experience for you but it certainly never got any less frustrating. No matter how you positioned yourself, sleep felt like trying to hold onto a handful of sand as it sifts through your fingers. You shove yourself out of your bed. Sleep wasn’t mandatory every single night right? You shove your feet into your slippers to keep warm as you start your decent down the stone stairs.

The common room, in its red and gold drapery, has a cozy feel in the fire light. You had every intention of grabbing a book off the shelf and reading by the fire. Those plans change when you see a sandy head of hair, already leaning on a cushion of the couch. In the dim light, you don’t recognize the person on the couch, however, whoever it was heard you coming despite your efforts to be silent. The head turned towards you and you felt a blush start to paint your face and chest. You hadn’t managed to properly dress. You were still in your pajamas with a robe tossed haphazardly over you in your frustration and you hadn’t bothered fixing your hair. Godric knows your mane of curls rivaled the Gryffindor mascot any day. Whoever was looking at you now was sure to laugh at your disheveled state.

Except, you notice Remus as he looks at you as he takes in your sleep deprived frame. A grin plays at his lips as he kicks his long legs off the couch, silently making room for you. You feel yourself smiling through your embarrassment as you pad across the room and flop onto the couch. The comfort of it taking in your exhausted limbs easily somehow rivaling your actual bed.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Remus asks, the rough cadence of his voice exposing his own sleepiness.

“No, I kind of gave up trying for tonight.” Your voice carried a sardonic tone as you grinned sarcastically. You turn your reclined head to face the boy, his face illuminated in the flickering firelight. Shadows and light battled on the features of his scarred face, giving him an intimidating exterior, a sharp comparison to his cozy apparel and relaxed pose.

“Me too.” He turns his head to face you and you only now realize the intensity in which he you were studying him. There was a cushion in between you both but the eye contact made you seem incredibly close to one another.

Silence settled in the state you both gave leaving only the ambient sound of the fire crackling. You didn’t know why you were smiling but he was too and that’s when you felt it. Tiredness washed over your mind for the first time in a long time and your eyes felt genuinely heavy. An unflattering yawn escapes you, breaking the eye contact between you and Remus. A small laugh rolls from his chest and you smother your yawn once you start laughing too.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t sleep. I’m not sure why I am tired now.” You drawled defensively as you could in your newly tired state. You didn’t want him getting any kind of wrong impression from you and to be honest, you wanted to see if he could tell you why a tiredness has come to you from only looking at him.

“I know, it’s alright. Sometimes the change of scenery works wonders for the restless” his voice was sweet and deep, only adding to the drowsiness that was slowly overtaking you.

You closed your eyes softly even though you knew he was still looking at you. “And what about you, hm?” Sleepily, you hoped he knew what you meant.

“Don’t worry about me.” He said, not answering you but still contenting the part of you that didn’t know if you could leave him while you slept.

Another yawn hit you and this time you let it happen as you curled up into the couch. Your legs were pulled up as comfortably as they could be but they still managed to reach Remus. You started to apologize but he placed a hand on your calf and rubbed his thumb against it softly. You sighed at the feeling and even through your tiredness you opened your eyes to get a final look at the man who has somehow freed you from your unrest. You took in his features as he looked towards the fire. His hair messily hanging around his head and beautiful face. You looked down to his shoulders and chest, clad with a soft sweater that somehow flattered him despite the bagginess of it. You glanced at the large hand rubbing your leg and let our another sound of contentment. He was truly beautiful and you finally closed your eyes once you trusted your brain to remember what he looked like even as you dozed off.

“Sleep well.” You heard him say right before you slipped into the dark, heavy sleep you had been waiting so long for. You didn’t know it but you fell asleep smiling that night and Remus smiled too. He stared back into the fire, a brand new idea taking residence in his thoughts.

I feel like deep down, no matter who you are, we are all in love with Remus Lupin <3

I will not be taking questions

Just know it about yourself