Hm, if you feel inspired, maybe a cold-ridden Bucky and a partner with the kink? Or even just a partner thinking how absolutely adorable he is when he’s sneezing and his nose is all red and sniffly
yes, of COURSE!!! sorry for the delay — was swamped at work and logged off for a few days. i feel like i'm always apologizing for that... i really need to be more consistent, but thank you so much for your patience.
here's some miserable bucky + (sorta) kink!steve. this'll take place maybe in the late ’30s/early ’40s.
Steve continued to study him, watching the entire spectacle. Bucky was gearing up for another sneeze, and Steve was shamelessly watching.
He scrutinized his every move. Bucky’s eyelashes fluttered as he gasped, hitching his way to the next sneeze. The way his mouth stretched into an almost-yawn. And finally...
“H-hihH! Hih’RRRUSHHHHOO!”
Bucky shook his head and blearily opened his eyes to find Steve staring.
He groaned, sniffling thickly. “Were you watchig be?”
Steve blushed, suddenly pretending to erase a section of the sketch. “I’m sorry, I just... I mean, I’m supposed to be drawing you and—”
“Id’s jusd embarassig. I bean, you cad barely understand be.”
For whatever reason, Steve’s stomach flip-flopped at the sound of Bucky’s voice.
“Aw, don't be embarrassed. I think you—” He stopped, unsure of what he was going to say. Unsure of why he had this funny feeling every time Bucky scrubbed at his nose.
“Anyway, I appreciate you letting me bother you for a bit.”
“Id’s doe bother. I’b trabbed here in by roomb adyway.” His upper lip curled and his chest caught as the impending sneeze blossomed. “F-for fucg’s s-sake.”
He ducked into his cupped hands with a wet-sounding pair of sneezes. “H-huh’HURESSSSHHHOO! HahH! Hah’TSHHHHUH!”
Bucky groaned, in between desperate sniffles and the merciless scrubbing at his nose with his palm.
Steve was transfixed. Why did he think Bucky’s sneezes were... enjoyable?
He shivered and turned back to his sketch, ignoring the thrill he was feeling. Focus on the sketch. Focus on the sketch.
§ Untitled. You’re sick and Nat comes home from a mission and you don’t want to disturb her.
Nat’s allergic to horse hair?
Feeling okay? You caught an alien cold.
Untitled. Nat’s sick and you don’t know that. Clint does though.
Untitled. You’re just chilling on the couch with Natasha and she’s sneezing a lot.
What’s wrong babe? You’re sick, Nat knows, and you have a party to attend.
She’s sick. Natasha comes home from a mission sick.
Red Carpet. Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader. You’re on the red carpet with her for the premiere of your new Avengers movie.
§ Welcome Home. Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader. Scarlett comes home and is most definitely getting sick.
§ Torrential Downpour. Set in Age of Ultron, it started pouring as soon as the Avengers won the battle. Poor Nat, she just fought to save the world and now she’s fighting off a cold.
Sparring. You and Nat are sparring and you’re coming down with a cold.
Her Vulnerability. Natasha x Reader aren’t dating yet, but they like each other, and Natasha comes down with a cold.
Award Shows. Scarlett x Reader. They’re at the Oscars, and Scarlett is sick.
Filming. Scarlett x Reader. Scarlett is sick while you two are filming.
Soaking Wet. Nat x R, part of three sentence fics.
Requests
Relationship Asks
Stop Hiding It. Nat’s sick and hides it until she can’t anymore.
Flowers and Itchy Eyes/Nose. Scarlett x Reader.
Sleepy, Spoons, Sneezes. Natasha x Reader.
You Need to be Home. Scarlett x Reader. Reader is sick and Scarlett comes to her work to pick her up and take her home.
“Of course I care.” “How long have you felt like this?” Nat’s sick and you two are broken up, but maybe you get back together?
“You sneeze one more time, you’re going inside.” “Baby, you’re all sniffly.” The cold air is getting to you.
Rainstorm. Blanket snuggles. Sneezes. Sleepy. Nat was out in the rain and caught a cold.
“Your nose is literally twitching.” Hiding sneezes. Nat’s sick and went on a mission.
“Just let me take care of you why are you so stubborn.” “Your’e sneezing everywhere. Clearly, something’s up.” Nat’s sick and is stubborn, as usual.
Hiding sneezes. Cuddles. You’re sick and hiding it.
“It’s too cold, come back!” “Will you carry me to bed?” “You’re shaking.” You’re sick and exhausted.
“Why have you been hiding this from me?” “Having a cold does not make you weak.” Natasha’s sick and hiding it.
“You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you.” You’re sick. Thank god Nat’s there to take care of you.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” “Can we at least still sleep in the same bed?” Natasha comes home from a mission and you kiss her before she can tell you she’s sick.
Having their hair washed by the other. “You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you.” You’re allergic to something outside.
One falling asleep with their head in the others lap. Head scratches. Nose kisses. “I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil and I’m about to pass out.” You most definitely switched medications.
50. “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.” 65. Mission in the cold snow. Nat x R. Nat sick.
Sneezing into her sleeve. You have no other choice. Nat x R.
39. “Those sounded strong, baby.” 44. “Oh, baby, not again?” 48. Cuddles. Natasha x R, Nat sick.
28. “You’re so cute when you’re sick and needy.” 70. Cranky sickie. Nat x R, R sick.
Distracted. R is so focused on the mission that she doesn’t realize Nat is sick. Once Nat almost gets them caught, R realizes, and is worried.
Almost Caught. Nat is growing sick but is insistent on going on a mission with R, and this leads to you two almost getting caught. R is upset with Natasha, not because she nearly got them caught, but because she should be at home resting.
A Cold and Two Broken Ribs. Nat’s sick.
I Only Want to Sleep if You’re Next to Me. Nat’s sick.
Being Picked Up. R is sick.
Muffling. Nat’s sick and you two are spooning.
An Interview. Scarlett x R. Part of my three sentence fics.
Rubbing Your Back. Nat x R, R is the sick one.
On Your Lap. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one. Your at an Avengers party.
No Stifling. Nat x R.
Don’t Hurt Yourself. Nat x R.
Are You Cold? Nat x R, R is the sick one.
Soulmate AU. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
High Fevers and Feeling Out of it. Nat x R, R is the sick one.
I think you caught my cold....Nat x R, both sick, but R mainly.
Sore Throat. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
Sniffles. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
1. “I’ll share the blankets with you.” 3. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 6. Cuddling in a blanket fort. Nat x R, R is the sick one.
29 from the prompt list. Nat x R, allergic reader.
Feeling their sneeze from behind. Nat x R.
31. “You’ve sneezed four times. That’s not like you.” 32. “Are you sick?” 66. Refusing to stay in bed. 67. Having to be dragged back to bed. 70. Cranky sickie. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
Has anyone checked your temperature? Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
Out of it. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
Knowing they’re getting sick. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
I really cannot be sick right now....Nat x R, R is the sick one.
Hiding sneezes. Nat x R, R is the sick one.
Too much NyQuil. Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
Coming home sick. Nat x R, R is the sick one.
Headcanons/Prompts
Sick Headcanon
Sickfic Prompt List
Short Stuff
I
100 Celebration
8. At a safe house in the mountains with no heat. 9. Sneezing at night and trying not to wake someone up, but totally do anyway/they weren’t asleep. 4. “If you sneeze one more time.....” Nat x R, R the sick one.
6. On a mission. 2. Like the worst cold. 7. “You’ve sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.” Nat x R, Nat sick.
1. At home. 9. Sneezing at night and trying not to wake someone up, but totally do anyway/they weren’t asleep. 4. “If you sneeze one more time....” Nat x R. R allergies.
3. At the grocery store. 5. Spices messing with someone’s nose. 2. “Those sounded strong, baby.” Nat x R.
At a restaurant. Sneezing at an inopportune time. “Tissue?” Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
At a press conference. Like the worst cold. “You alright?” Scarlett x R, Scarlett is the sick one.
At an awards show. Sneezing at a very inopportune time. “You alright?” Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
At home. Like the worst cold. “You alright?” “Bless you.” Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
On a mission. Like the worst cold. “You alright?” Nat x R, Nat is the sick one.
At the Avengers training gym. Sneezing at a very inopportune time. “Bless you?” WARNING: HINTS AT SMUT.
At a grocery store. Allergies. “You alright?”
1. At home. 9. Sneezing at night and trying not to wake someone up, but totally do anyway/they weren’t asleep. 2. “Those sounded strong, baby.”
3. At the grocery store. 4. Just randomly sneezy. 4. “If you sneeze one more time...”
5. At a press conference 2. Like the worst cold. 4. “If you sneeze one more time....”
8. At a safe house in the mountains with no heat. 6. The cold air getting to someone. 3. “The cold is getting to you.”
1. At home. 3. Just the sniffles. 5. “Tissue?”
At home. Randomly sneezy. “I don’t know why I’m sneezing so much.”
“Why didn’t you just text me? You know we have phones now, right?”
Steve shrugged sheepishly, holding two coffees. “I dunno. I just figured I’d drop by.”
He’d come to visit Bucky, unprompted, and found him on his couch at home, pressing a crumpled tissue to his streaming nose.
Steve gently kicked the door closed, trying his best not to spill the coffees he’d bought. He made his way to the couch and was just about to sit next to him when Bucky coughed, waving him away.
“Trust me, you don’t want this. It’s a super cold,” he said, through honking blows. Bucky wasn’t even embarrassed about it anymore; he felt too sick to care.
“And I have a super immune system,” Steve rolled his eyes, sitting down. “Move over.”
Bucky pulled his knees closer to his chest so that Steve could sit where his feet were. And just like that, he had to sneeze again.
It’d been happening all morning: the itch, the false start, the gasping, and his signature two sneezes. And Bucky was getting sick of it.
“Hh’GNNNT!” The first was stifled so successfully that his ears popped. Caught off guard, the second came full force. “Hh’RRSHSHHHHHSHHHH!”
“Bless you, Buck.” Steve set the coffees on the table and instead snatched a few tissues out of the box in front of them. “Those were some sneezes you got there.”
Bucky sniffled miserably, dabbing at his chapped nose. “Yeah, thad’s beed happeding a lot.”
Fuck. Come to think of it, his sinuses were already prickling again. Too quick for him to register, his breath caught and he geared up for another. “H-hUH! Huh’TSSSCHHSHHHH!”
Steve felt a bit of spray hit his hand, just barely misting it. The tissue in Bucky’s trembling hand was all but destroyed, and his quivering nostrils threatened to drip onto his upper lip. Steve watched him — this absolute spectacle unfolding before him — and felt frozen in place as Bucky’s chest rose and fell.
It was a completely failed stifle.
Bucky didn’t prepare for such a wretched sneeze, nor the utterly disgusting sound that came out of him. “E-ehh’RGSHSHSHSHHFF!”
He felt his nose running onto his top lip and snuffled desperately into the back of his hand, trying to hide the fact that he’d snotted all over himself. He grabbed his nose with one hand, continuing to sniffle. “F-fuggk.”
Steve pressed a handful of tissues into Bucky’s free hand. “Bless you.”
You have some of the best fics I’ve ever read! May I ask for a Steve/Bucky fic? Maybe Steve has a head cold, and him not one to be dramatic, attempts to hide it until his emotional dam breaks, causing him to just break down because he feels so damn ill and just can’t get any reprieve between sneezing and coughing fits.
omg hell yeah!! thank you so much for the compliment — i've been really struggling w writer's block as of late. anywayyyyy here's the request >:)
also i just realized this isn't even a fic and more of a glorified drabble, but i really hope you still like it
Steve hated being sick. All it did was remind him of his childhood.
He sniffled miserably, quickly rubbing his nose with his knuckles.
“Hey, ready to go?” Bucky was leaning on their bedroom doorframe, grinning. “It’s not every day we get to go on a date, hmm?”
Steve smiled softly. “I don’t know if taking a walk by the harbor is considered a date, but yeah, I’m ready.”
He felt the familiar itch in the back of his sinuses and sniffed, trying to keep it at bay. Bucky didn’t know that Steve was coming down with something, but Steve had a sneaking suspicion that he was on the path to figuring it out.
***
They walked side by side, watching the men unload cargo from the biggest ships Steve had ever seen. They sure didn’t have these when he was growing up.
Without warning, Steve’s nostrils flared and he barely had time to catch it in his cupped hands.
“Hih’TSHHH!”
“Bless you,” Bucky said as they walked along.
Steve blinked back tears, ready to blame them on the biting cold wind coming off the water. The incessant tickling in his sinuses was making his eyes water.
“G-got one m-more,” he choked out before diving into his jacket sleeve. “H-hehh... Hah’ESCHHH!”
Steve’s nose started to run and he began to feel dizzy. He shook his head as if to clear it. Sniffling, he not-so-discreetly wiped his nose on his sleeve.
“Feeling OK?”
Steve forced a laugh. “Of course. Just a little winded from sneezing I guess.”
This time it was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “Winded? Since when have you been winded as Cap?”
Steve started to answer, but before he could get anything out, his nostrils were flaring again.
“Bless—”
“Ahh... h-haH! Hah’ESCHHHOO! Hh'NNNGT!”
He tried to hold the last one in, but as soon as he did, he regretted it.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “You OK? You look a little pale.”
No sooner than the words had left his lips, Steve felt a wave of heat wash over him, and his vision went black.
Bucky caught him as his knees buckled, and Steve collapsed into his arms.
***
By the time Steve was waking up, Bucky had already taken off his own jacket to give to Steve.
“We’re going home,” Bucky said matter-of-factly, almost annoyed. “You have a fever you know.”
Steve squinted, breath caught.
“Bless y—”
“Nn’TSHHHH! H-hah’PSSSHHHF!”
The last one was very poorly stifled. Bucky pressed his handkerchief into Steve’s shaking hands.
“You need to tell me when you’re not feeling well, OK?”
Steve nodded, scrubbing his irritated nose with the cloth.
Bucky placed his hand on Steve's lower back to steady him. “We’re going home. And hold onto that handkerchief for me, would you?”
His lip curled into a snarl and all Bucky could do was watch. “G-gotta sd-sdeeze,” he choked out, burying his twitching nose in the cloth. “Ehh... h-hiH! TSHHHH! A-ah'SHHHHP!”
“Man. That’s one hell of a cold you got. And for god’s sake, let those sneezes out.”
Steve’s practically begging. He’s been sick for nearly 2 weeks and just started feeling better when Bucky came down with his flu.
There’s a pregnant pause, and then what sounds like a sneeze muffled into a blanket. “H-hihH! Hh’TSHHHHP!” Another gasp. “HahH! Hih’TSSCHHHHH!”
He raps on Bucky’s bedroom door again with his knuckles. “I know you’re in there. I can hear you sneezing.”
“Go away, traitor,” Bucky huffs.
Steve sighs, resting his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get you sick. Don’t be such a pill. Besides, I made soup.”
“Fide,” Bucky croaks, sniffling.
Bucky sure is a sight for sore eyes. He’s sitting up in bed in his pajamas, nose pink and chapped, hair disheveled. His pajama top isn’t buttoned properly and exposes his whole chest.
“Oh, Bucky,” Steve says, setting the soup on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You really don’t look well.”
He doesn’t respond, but instead makes a wild grab for his handkerchief. “Sorry, I’ve godda sd-sdehhh...” His lip curls and it’s over. “H-huh’HHHRRRSHHHOO! Hh’PSSCSCHHHHOO!”
“God bless.”
“Th-thags,” Bucky chokes out before muffling another strong sneeze into the damp cloth. “H-hih’RRRMPPFT! Hoo.” He exhales, shaking his head a bit. “Sorry, thad last one sduck up od be.”
Bucky’s normally bright eyes are glazed and shining, and Steve guesses he has a fever.
“Why don’t you drink some water, huh?”
Once Bucky’s occupied, Steve takes the opportunity to button up his top. “You’ve gotta be just freezing.”
As if on cue, Bucky shivers when Steve’s icy hands brush across his bare chest. “Dot really. B-bud—”
He can’t stop himself and Steve’s hands are still all over him. “I’b godda— HURESHHHHHOO!” He barely turns his head to the side in time.
“Alright, hotshot.” Steve can’t help smiling at how adorable he looks right now, all tucked into bed. “In the mood for some soup?”
“I kdew you were cooking sobethig, but I couldn’t figure id out,” Bucky says thickly, scrubbing his itchy nose with the back of his hand.
“Navy bean soup,” Steve says, handing him the steaming bowl. “You’ll love it.”
“I already do,” Bucky says, the corners of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Thags, Sdeve.”
The corn maze was actually Steve’s idea. Bucky and Steve were on leave — or what they called leave, anyway — and since it was a particularly crisp autumn afternoon, they were at a fall fair.
Bucky grinned as he chomped on his caramel apple. “You know, at first I wasn’t convinced, but this wasn’t a bad idea, was it?”
Steve laughed. “I’m full of good ideas these days.”
The pair walked by what looked to be an expansive corn maze. While Bucky kept walking, Steve stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Buck,” he called, waiting for Bucky to turn back around. “C’mon, let’s check out this maze. Please?”
Bucky swallowed the bite of apple he was chewing and shrugged. “Sure. I could go either way, but if you wanna do it...”
“I do,” Steve smiled, grabbing his hand. “I’m sure you can get us out of this maze no problem, hm?”
“Is that a challenge, Rogers?”
He smirked, tugging Bucky along. “It could be.”
As they walked the dirt path in between the towering corn rows, Steve sniffled. Was he going to—
“Hih’GNNT!” He quickly stifled behind a closed fist before a second tried to sneak up on him. “H-hehH! Heh’XXXT!”
“Wow, bless you.” Bucky was still holding Steve’s hand, and he rubbed his thumb over the back of Steve’s hand. “Those sounded painful to hold in.”
Steve shook his head, as if to clear it, as they continued on. “Nah, not really. Although...” He sniffled, rubbing his nose vigorously with his free hand. “My nose still really itches for some r-rehhh... r-reason. Jesus.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Bucky laughed, watching him struggle.
“Ah’KKNNT!” Steve gasped before sneezing again, this time into the collar of his t-shirt. “Hh’TSSH! KHSHH!” He felt the wetness on his shirt and blushed, hoping Bucky hadn’t noticed.
But Bucky was staring right at his shirt. “Those are some pretty intense sneezes.”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well I— HRRSHH! H-hahh... hihH! Hih— guhh...” He exhaled as the last sneeze fizzled out. “F-false alarm.”
“Man, your shirt’s getting kinda... wet.”
He blushed, adjusting his t-shirt while trying not to sneeze. “I h-have no idea why I’m sn-snehhh... sneezing so much,” he said, gasping again. “TZSSHHHOO!”
He just barely had time to turn away from Bucky, and couldn’t hide the fact that he’d sprayed everywhere. And on top of that, Steve could feel the congestion and watery eyes setting in. He needed a tissue. Bad. And he still had to sneeze.
“B-Bucky, do you h-hahhhh...” Steve used the heel of his palm to scrub his nose, but it did little to quell the tickle. “H-have a t-tissue?”
Bucky shook his head, watching the ordeal in complete silence as his mouth watered. Why was his mouth watering?
“I’b g-gahhh... g-godda sdeeze,” Steve managed to get out before sneezing messily into his shirt. “H-heh’TSSHHUH! Hih’PSHH! H-hAH!”
Bucky watched as Steve’s breath hitched uncontrollably. He could see a strand of snot dangling from Steve’s nostrils and wondered how long it would last. As it turns out, not long at all.
Steve reared up and pitched forward with the most ferocious sneeze Bucky’d ever heard. “H-heh’TZSSHHHUH!” The strand of snot landed on the very front of Steve’s t-shirt, much to his humilation.
“F-fugg,” he cursed, blushing. “God, this is so ebarrassig.”
“It’s not,” Bucky said, kissing his cheek. “Oh, and uh, here’s that tissue you asked for earlier.”
“Did you have this the whole fugging time?” Steve grumbled through his congestion, snatching the tissue away from him.
“You should be more comfortable here,” Steve said, easing Bucky into an olive green recliner that could’ve been from the ’70s. In fact, it probably was.
Bucky winced as he was lowered into the chair. He’d broken his ankle during a recent training session and although it was in a cast, he was still in a bit of pain. Steve was taking care of him at his apartment.
“Does that feel OK?” he asked once Bucky was situated. The other man nodded.
“Mmhm. Yeah, thanks, Steve.” He sighed, adjusting his position. “I’ve never been in this room before.” Bucky looked around, studying his surroundings — a habit he couldn’t shake.
Steve laughed. “Yeah, probably because this is the guest room and you usually just stay in my bedroom.”
The room was pleasant. There was a small TV (definitely from the ’70s), a twin bed, a claw-foot nightstand with a vase of flowers, and an open window, the curtains fluttering in the afternoon breeze.
“What do you want to watch?”
Bucky shrugged. “Anything, really.”
They settled in together, Bucky in his recliner and Steve in an adjacent chair, to watch “Bringing Up Baby” — a film they’d actually seen in the movie theatre some 100 years ago.
Bucky sniffled, feeling an intense, sudden itch deep in his sinuses. Without warning, he gasped and sneezed away from Steve at the last second. “HEH’IHSSCHOO!”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Bless you. Where’d that come from?”
Bucky waved him off, quickly turning away again. “Hh’HURESHHHOO!” His breath caught again and he ducked into the collar of his t-shirt with a shuddering sneeze. “Huh’RRREEHSHH!”
He shook his head, as if to shake the unbearable urge to sneeze from his now-red nose.
“Fuck.” Bucky scrubbed his nose with the heel of his palm, snuffling loudly.
“You OK?” Steve chuckled, rubbing his back. “That was some sneeze. Sneezes,” he corrected himself. Fucking adorable.
“Sorry, I’m n-nahhh... n-not sure what’s—” He took a series of quick, shaky breaths before diving into cupped hands to cover. “Heh’URUSSHuhh!”
Bucky blinked, trying to see Steve through his watery eyes. “Jesus Christ,” he choked out. “I’ve g-godda sd-sdehhh... sdeeze agaid!”
Steve watched in complete adoration as Bucky placed a trembling finger under his nose to stifle the sneeze. “NNNGNT! Hahh... haH! Hh’SHHHP!”
He groaned and scrubbed his itchy nose with the back of his wrist. The resulting squelching sounds made Steve squirm. He tried to swallow his smile.
“Bless you, Buck. It’s gotta be those allergies of yours, right? What are you allergic to again?”
“I’b—” Bucky gave a liquid sniffle before continuing. “I’b dot sure, bud I think id’s r-ahhhhh... hoo.” He exhaled shakily. “Ragweed. I have doe fuckig clue though.”
“Let’s start by shutting this window,” Steve said, kissing Bucky on the check. “And I’ll go grab some tissues and ibuprofen.”
“Th-thags,” Bucky gasped, already on the verge of another sneeze.
