Peppermint Tea (Washington x Reader)
Request: Can you do a gwash×reader where he’s sick and accidentally confesses his feelings?
A/N: yeah guys we’re still “on vacation”
Word Count: 748
It was practically dawn when the phone rang. You jumped up in bed startled and quickly grabbed the phone off the hook. “Someone better be dead,” you grumbled into the phone. “Just about,” George groaned.
You sighed. “How about I finish the job?” You mumbled. “What?” He asked. His voice was raspy, as if he’d been coughing. You grew concerned. “Are you alright?” You asked.
George was your best friend. Literally the best. You’d known him since you were kids. From the sandbox to college. You often received early morning calls from him.
Whether it was at 2 am and he was having major insomnia or at 6 am and he wanted to grab pancakes. He sighed. “No,” he groaned. “I’m sick. Dying.” You laughed. “You’re not dying. You just don’t have anything better to do,” you said.
He chuckled. “Then come over,” he said. You looked at the clock. “At 6 am?” You pointed. “Yes,” he said. “Please.” You stood up and grabbed your jeans because you knew you were going to give in eventually.
“Give me ten minutes,” you said, hanging up. Your apartments were just about five minutes away. You two lived in the heart of New York City as your other friends did. Your two friends, Alex and John, a couple, lived in a penthouse downtown.
In some way or another, you all were scattered around the city. You walked to George’s complex and hit the buzzer about twenty times. He answered on the twenty first, letting you in.
“That was 12 minutes,” he grumbled, opening the door. He was wearing pajamas under a thick white robe. And the notorious bunny slippers. He sniffed, letting you in. “Gosh, what happened?” You exclaimed, shrugging off your coat.
“I think I caught it from Thomas,” he said annoyed. You chuckled. “Well, he never did sneeze into his arm,” you sighed. He laughed. Then broke out into a sneezing fit. You nearly bent over in cackles. “I’m sorry,” you said weakly, rubbing the tears from your eyes.
You led him to the couch. “You need to rest,” you said. “You need soup and trashy television and more soup.” George narrowed his eyes at you. “Soup isn’t the secret to everything,” he said. “Yes it is. Shut up,” you insisted.
So he had soup. You ran back and forth between the cafe down the block and the apartment. He had nearly five kinds of soup and three cups of tea. You two spent the entire day watching 80s movies and reality tv.
You would yell at the television when something had happened. “Why is she the next drag queen?! What about the other girl?!” You yelled, standing on the couch at one point. George would laugh at you and join in.
It was nearly 7 pm when you’d realized how long you’ve been there. “I’ve been here all day,” you exclaimed. George blushed. “I’m sorry. You really didn’t have to,” he said. You smiled. “Yes, I did,” you said softly. “You’re my best friend. That’s why I’m here.”
George was quiet. “What is it?” You asked, seeing his expression sadden slightly. “What’s wrong?” He sighed. “What if we were more than best friends?” He asked suddenly. You laughed. “Really best friends?” You asked. You were confused.
“I’m sort of kind of really in love with you,” he blurted out. You were quiet. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to say that.” You shook your head. “Don’t be,” you said softly. “Don’t be what?” He asked. You looked at him. “Don’t be sorry,” you whispered.
“It was about time you said it,” you said, smiling softly. He blinked a couple times. “What?” He asked confused. You laughed softly. “I love you,
George,” you admitted. “As in more than really best friends. I have for a while.”
He smiled. “Well, it was about time you said it,” he said softly. You saw his eyes glance at your lips. “Can I–?” He trailed off. But he didn’t need to finish. You pressed your lips against his softly. His lips were warm and tasted like peppermint tea.
He broke off. “What is it?” You asked. “I’m sick,” he pointed out. “You could get sick too.” You smiled. “Well then you’ll have to take care of me,” you said softly, kissing him again. “Deal,” he said softly.