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“Can I get Mick and taking care of the reader when she doesn’t feel good?“
Mick walked through the halls of the bunker in his socks. While he had studied the layout extensively, it was more maze-like in person than it was on paper. His midnight snack was turning out to be a bit more difficult than he had anticipated. As he walked past what he assumed to be your room, he heard a loud coughing noise. He stopped and spun towards the door, the source of the noise.
The kitchen can wait, eh?
He hesitated, then gave a short but firm knock.
“Come in!”
He opened the door a crack and peaked inside. You were sitting on the edge of your bed opening a pill bottle. You took out two of the small pills and picked up the cup of water on your nightstand. He edged his way into the room slowly as you downed the pills in one gulp.
“What’s up?” You asked, turning to him.
You took in the sight of him. It was a bit startling to see him in something so casual. White t-shirt that clung to him nicely with dark gray, simple pajama pants and socks. His hair was ruffled from attempted sleep.
“Are you feeling well?” He questioned, walking closer to you.
“Not really, just a cold I think. Could be allergies but whatever it is its not fun.” You replied with another rough cough, “I have to get up to get some tea though.”
You started to raise off the bed before he gently pushed you back down.
“No no, it’s fine, I’ll get you your tea. I was just on my way to the kitchen anyway. You just relax here.” He gave you a smile and started walking towards the door.
“Thanks.” You said shyly as he walked out.
He got to the kitchen and decided he wouldn’t stop at just tea. He started the tea and got out a can of chicken noodle soup. He grabbed an apple while he waited for it to heat up. When that was done, he prepared the tea and put it and the soup on a tray. He walked back down to your room and slowly creaked the door open.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to do that.”
“But I wanted to.” He padded back to the bed where you where sitting up.
He placed the tray in your lap and sat on the bed. You drank small sips of your tea and ate the soup while you both talked. You finished and set the tray down on the table beside you. He yawned and made a move to get up.
"W-wait!" He looked back down, "Could you, um, stay with me?" You looked down embarrassedly and mentally scolded yourself, "No of course you can't, I'm sick and I don't want to get you sick. I'm sor-"
"Stop," He cut you off abruptly, "of course I'll stay with you."
He shifted around to get under the covers as you laid down. He pulled you close to his chest as you closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady. His shirt was soft and you could hear his heartbeat clearly. It was oddly soothing to your aching head. Your brain felt fuzzy as you drifted off, his heart lulling you into a healing sleep.
Summary: A very drunk y/n and a very worried and amused Mick
Warning/s: None
Author's Notes: Would love to hear what you think of it <3
It was late at night and everybody's asleep, snores from Angie can be heard around the room and faint lightning storms present. Mick sprawled on the bed, a kind of emptiness enveloping the mattress he's no longer used to for the past months. Coldness is ever present in the room added by the slight rain from outside.
A ringtone can be heard from the room jolting Mick to wake up, his senses on alert as his significant other is still not present by his side. He immediately picked up the phone not caring who called him late in the evening.
"Mick?" A voice that belonged to one of y/n's friends rang in his ears.
"Yep?" He answered groggily, anticipating what the sudden call was about. He can hear quiet muffles from familiar voices but what caught his ears to perk up is your whiny voice causing a smile to tear on his face.
"Well, y/n's really drunk right now and she wouldn't come with us to go home. She kept on calling for you and wanting you to pick her up." He couldn't be more glad to pick you up missing you already as if you were gone for days. You would definitely tease him for that if you find out.
"Okay, I'll just go grab my keys." He said not to waste any time picking you up. But before he could put the call down, "Is that Mick? Micky~ Baby, help they're trying to kidn-" Your friend saving you from embarrassment decided to end the call.
He chuckled to himself quite questioning if he can handle a drunk you.
He drove to the club you and your friends partied at. As soon as he parks his car he can see you on the pavement of the parking lot, sitting and barely keeping your eyes open as you often fall asleep and jolting when your head abruptly bobs down.
He went to you, your friends scattered around the vicinity and muttering a quick goodbye when they saw him approaching you, already leaving with their own partners or an uber they hailed. He thanked them all but still focused on your figure slumped off the pavement. He sighed, you're wasted yet still stunningly sporting it. How unfair, he thought.
He gently touched your shoulders trying to slightly shake you still entranced because of the alcohol. You must've enjoyed it a lot given that you never get this wasted in a party before. Nonetheless, he's happy you're letting loose as he knows some days were very stressful for you.
"Stop touching me. I told you, I won't go with you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You told off the 'stranger' he chuckled at how feisty you sounded.
"If he sees you touching me, he'll get mad. Plus, you won't stand a chance. He's literally massive." Not able to keep his chuckle anymore from spilling from his mouth, he laughed loudly at that. No way you just called him 'massive'.
"Liebling, it's me." He said and with that with all little consciousness in you, you stood up almost falling down if it weren't for Mick's fast reflex by holding your waist you would've face planted on the pavement. He chuckled at that, he can't keep count of how many times he's found this situation amusing.
"Micky! I missed you! Are you taking me home? Some people were trying to take me home but I told them no. They're bad they kept on pulling me." You told him off as if you're a child being told no. You were an explaining mess trying to get your point across almost slurring the word coming out of you. Pouting the whole time, Mick can't help himself but peck you on the lips causing you to back down and cover your lips, eyes bulging from shock.
"Oh my god!" You muttered, causing Mick to grow worried because of your reaction. Did he do something wrong?
"I told you, I have a boyfriend!" You were tired of telling people that, why can't they just leave you alone? And now a stranger kissed you! "Schatz, I am your boyfriend." Mick can't believe what's happening right now, he's so amused yet so intrigued by you. A while ago you were a mess explaining everything to him and now he's a stranger. He would definitely have a field day tomorrow telling the story to a hungover you.
"Well, if you're really my boyfriend then prove it to me. What's my favorite color?"
"Purple."
"Well, purple is a popular color."
"What's the name of your dog?"
"Angie"
"What's my favorite F1 Team?"
"Ferrari"
"What's, my fav- Wait. How'd you know my favorite team?!" You were freaking out, partly because you never told anyone that and you didn't want to hurt Mick's feelings as he drives for another team.
"Everybody is a Ferrari fan, love." Mick said, quoting a familiar statement from his great friend.
"Okay, fair enough. Fine, I am convinced you're my boyfriend. But! If you try to do something funny I'll let you know I know self defense and I will not hold back on you even if you have the prettiest blue eyes and the cutest smile." You said earning another chuckle from Mick.
"Fine." He held up his arms as if he's surrendering.
He was holding your waist and guiding you to the place where he parked his car when suddenly big droplets of rain came pouring down. As if on cue, you started jumping in the air and holding his arms swaying it up as you seem to enjoy the pour of the rain. The drunk version of you is really something. He can't help but shake his head and admire your carefree state.
Right then and there he already knew, he's never gonna let you go. As the street lights glow off your face, the water from the rain drenching you, and the moves you make while jumping in the rain he's realized that he's deeply and madly in love with you. He hates the rain moreso being drenched in it but when he sees you having fun he can't help himself but put rain as one of his favorite things now that it reminds him of you.
He kissed you, completely taken aback by his action. You were stiff in the first moment but as the kiss deepens you relaxed through it and kissed him back and entangled your arms on his neck, not wanting to let go of this moment.
Both of you arrived in your shared apartment drenched in rain water, you're a little more sober than before but still drunk to not be able to remove your shoes upon entering the apartment. You were so tired that the moment you saw the couch you immediately plopped yourself on it not caring if you will wet it.
Mick sighed to himself, still finding you adorable nonetheless. He removed your heels and slightly massaged it, noticing the faint red marks on your feet. He then went to the bathroom to go get some towels, you're only wearing a tube dress but due to your drunken state you're not even shivering at all. He tried tapping your cheek, whispering softly for you to wake up but to no avail he didn't get any response so he tried to sit you up and slowly dry you with the towel he was holding.
You murmured something inaudible for him. Yet the last part managed to make it to him "I love you, Mick." He smiled contagiously, he's sure the smile will last him a lifetime. "I love you too, Liebling."
He then proceeded to his room to get you his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He removed your dress and your accessories and then dried you before putting you in his sweatshirt, he knew how much you love wearing his clothes even if you don’t admit it plus he loves seeing you in his clothes as well, a win-win situation.
He then carried you to your shared room, slowly putting you down on your side of the bed.
Opening the bathroom, he grabbed for your cotton pads and your makeup remover. He's always observing you doing this every time you both go out and you have makeup on.
Slowly he wiped off the makeup residue on your face. "That feels cold." You slurred in your sleep, he chuckled slightly.
When he finished with your makeup he went downstairs and got you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow as he knows you will be getting a very bad hangover. He put it on the bedside table and turned off the lamp.
Settling next to you he hugged your waist and as if on cue, you leaned onto him memorizing the move even in your not so normal state. Perfectly fitting into each other as if you're molded together. "Still clingy when drunk?" He laughed to himself as he slept with the brightest smile waiting for another day with you
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