mysticalcherryqueen

[mysticalcherryqueen]

[mysticalcherryqueen]

I fucking love friendships between fanfic writers. It's like: we exist vaguely in proximity to each other within the fandom bc of mutuals or whatever and maybe we're even mutuals ourselves but we don't talk at all until one day one of us binge reads the other's fic and then there is an unbreakable bond between us. And it SLAPS

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Hey guys, please signal boost this.

This is the first time (that I’m aware of) that someone has stolen my work.

I don’t know if this person is well known for this shit. They liked my stuff on ao3 then commented this and before I could even reply they went a head and stole one of my works, they have not credited me (regardless the answer would have been and will always be no) and in fact said “not mine search it to get the actual fic up” or whatever like ????? You’re stealing views and kudos I could have and you expect other lazy cunts on that site to go look up my shit of course they’re not going to do that.

This person has a whole post of stolen works from across many fandoms.

They also made a comment on the authors note of my story they stole saying something about their shitass Wattpad account, if someone didn’t see the subtle “not mine” at the beginning the “ALSO” bit makes it sound like this story is there’s

Idk like I’m mega upset. This has never happened to me before and I have no patience and I want to wring this fucking person by their neck

I’m tagging mutuals and other people at the end of this post who I think will benefit from checking their account to see if their stories are posted there. If you’re a popular writer, they most likely will be.

It’s called pseuds, I don’t care I didn’t give permission and I’m pissed off and I want to punch them in their fucking face

Some tags of people I’m either mutuals with or authors I follow who may be on there ;

@buckyalpine @navybrat817 @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @unholylittletoughts @buckyhoney @buckycuddlebuddy @angrythingstarlight @sinner-as-saint @jobean12-blog @late-to-the-party-81 @cwbucky @themotherofhorses @ilyfxrever @evanstanhoney @poppunksnowwhite @sinner-as-saint @softlybarnes @loving-barnes @nsfwsebbie @nano--raptor

If you see any fandoms on here that you know people write for who may be affected feel free to tag them, or tag anyone you think I may have missed from the marvel fandom/Bucky Barnes fandom

[mysticalcherryqueen]

reblog to take the person you reblogged from to the aquarium

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈🦭≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

🐟 o ° .

• ° o 🦑

~~~~~🦀~~~~~~~~~~~~~🦐

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky finally get together after years of secretly loving each other, but then he’s gone.

Warnings: Angst, HEAVY ANGST.

A/N: If you like this short story please check out my book on Wattpad called Ophelia.

Goodbye

You didn’t understand.

You have been sitting on Bucky’s bed for the past two hours since you’ve woken up. You hold the note tight in your hand, the paper crumpling from your strong grip.

You don’t understand.

You read the note over and over again, hoping and waiting for the words to just magically change. For him to come back.

You don’t understand.

Why?

The night before you had finally told Bucky how you felt. You two had been friends for five years now and you’ve loved him for three, so when you told him yesterday, you were prepared to lose the love of your life and best friend. But you didn’t, you didn’t lose him.

Instead he had told you that he loved you too. He had let out a short laugh as if wondering how stupid he was for not saying anything sooner. His eyes shined with so much joy and love. You’ve never seen him happier. Then you realized it was because of you. He was this happy because you love him.

Then he kissed you. Oh boy did he kiss you. He kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before. He kissed you like he was never going to stop, like he never wanted to stop. As if he wouldn’t mind dying from lack of oxygen as long as the last thing he did was kiss you.

You were floating. That whole night you felt like you were floating. He took you back to his apartment after that and he fucked you. No. He didn’t just fuck you as if you were some women he picked up from the bar. He made love to you. He made love to you as if you were his one true love. He made love to you as if he had to make up for all the time you two spent not realizing each other’s feelings.

In that moment you understand.

He made love to you as if he were saying goodbye.

You read the note over again one last time.

Hey doll. I love you, I really do, but I’ve gotta go. I need to fight. I hope you’ll understand and I hope you’ll be waiting for me when I get back. Don’t worry doll, I’ll come back. I’ll come back.

Love, Bucky

He didn’t leave you, but he left to fight in the war.

Why? Why didn’t he tell you? How could he just leave with only a note left behind? Why did he have to go? How come he couldn’t have stayed? He didn’t need to go.

A single tear drips down your check as you finally ask yourself the one question that matters.

How come you didn’t notice?

How did you not notice?

He went to fight in a war and all he left behind was a note.

And you.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Hey! I’m writing a story on wattpad and I’d be really grateful if you could check it out and give me some feedback. It’s called Ophelia and it’s a romance novel. My username is mystical_Cherryqueen

Summary: Ophelia Bozzelli had held her 8 year old brother as he bleed out on the floor when she was just 11 years old. Being told she could get justice for her brother's death, the young and naive girl believed the lies she was told.

Only year's later, after they had turned her into a monster did she realize the truth. She had been killing innocent people while the real murders were among her.

She is now more determined than ever to get revenge, not just for her brother, but for how they used her when she was vulnerable.

She is burning this organization to the ground.

If she can get passed the undercover assassin they sent her way.

Kai Owens.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Hey! I’m writing a story on wattpad and I’d be really grateful if you could check it out and give me some feedback. It’s called Ophelia and it’s a romance novel. My username is mystical_Cherryqueen

Summary: Ophelia Bozzelli had held her 8 year old brother as he bleed out on the floor when she was just 11 years old. Being told she could get justice for her brother's death, the young and naive girl believed the lies she was told.

Only year's later, after they had turned her into a monster did she realize the truth. She had been killing innocent people while the real murders were among her.

She is now more determined than ever to get revenge, not just for her brother, but for how they used her when she was vulnerable.

She is burning this organization to the ground.

If she can get passed the undercover assassin they sent her way.

Kai Owens.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky finally get together after years of secretly loving each other, but then he’s gone.

Warnings: Angst, HEAVY ANGST.

A/N: If you like this short story please check out my book on Wattpad called Ophelia.

Goodbye

You didn’t understand.

You have been sitting on Bucky’s bed for the past two hours since you’ve woken up. You hold the note tight in your hand, the paper crumpling from your strong grip.

You don’t understand.

You read the note over and over again, hoping and waiting for the words to just magically change. For him to come back.

You don’t understand.

Why?

The night before you had finally told Bucky how you felt. You two had been friends for five years now and you’ve loved him for three, so when you told him yesterday, you were prepared to lose the love of your life and best friend. But you didn’t, you didn’t lose him.

Instead he had told you that he loved you too. He had let out a short laugh as if wondering how stupid he was for not saying anything sooner. His eyes shined with so much joy and love. You’ve never seen him happier. Then you realized it was because of you. He was this happy because you love him.

Then he kissed you. Oh boy did he kiss you. He kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before. He kissed you like he was never going to stop, like he never wanted to stop. As if he wouldn’t mind dying from lack of oxygen as long as the last thing he did was kiss you.

You were floating. That whole night you felt like you were floating. He took you back to his apartment after that and he fucked you. No. He didn’t just fuck you as if you were some women he picked up from the bar. He made love to you. He made love to you as if you were his one true love. He made love to you as if he had to make up for all the time you two spent not realizing each other’s feelings.

In that moment you understand.

He made love to you as if he were saying goodbye.

You read the note over again one last time.

Hey doll. I love you, I really do, but I’ve gotta go. I need to fight. I hope you’ll understand and I hope you’ll be waiting for me when I get back. Don’t worry doll, I’ll come back. I’ll come back.

Love, Bucky

He didn’t leave you, but he left to fight in the war.

Why? Why didn’t he tell you? How could he just leave with only a note left behind? Why did he have to go? How come he couldn’t have stayed? He didn’t need to go.

A single tear drips down your check as you finally ask yourself the one question that matters.

How come you didn’t notice?

How did you not notice?

He went to fight in a war and all he left behind was a note.

And you.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Star you’ve blessed us once again.😌😌

"I got the pussy. I make the rules" - Peach

gif by @sebastiansource

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fingering, Oral (fem rec), smut, overstimulation, praise kink, choking kink.

A/n: Written on my phone.

|Masterlist|Chubby Bucky Masterlist|Library|☕️|

“I make the rules Bucky,” you repeat for the second time in five minutes, glaring at your 6’5" boyfriend currently hunched over the back of the couch, watching you pace back and forth across the living room rug.

You don’t remember how the argument started, in fact you’re not even that mad anymore, but your pride won’t let you back down.

Bucky adjust himself, his erection threatening to bust through his boxers. Damn you’re sexy when you’re angry, he enjoys your fiesty nature more than you. He knows better than to share that tidbit when you’re all riled up. Bucky uses his cup to hide his smile, downing the rest of his latte.

See, it’s not that he thinks you’re wrong, in fact he loves it when you out him in his place.

Bucky wholeheartedly believes that women are better than men, he’s not one of those guys who think you’re weaker or fragile just because of what’s between your legs. He knows women should rule world. Anyone who says otherwise is a delusional piece of shit.

So it’s not that he disagrees with the fact that you make the rules. You do. If you tell him to jump and he’s already in the air asking is this high enough.

It’s just that...well, you’re not the only one in charge here.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, Peach?” Bucky asks, head tilted to the side so he can get a real good look at you. You’re such a pretty thing, wearing his oversized Henley, the long forest green sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and a pair of panties that show off your ass.

"The one person even you have to listen to. Matter of fact, she should be the one talking right now."

“Excuse me?” You ask, hands on your hips, the indignation drawn across your face makes you even more stunning, all he wants to do is fuck the anger right out of you.

Soon.

Bucky saunters around the couch, the dull slap of his heavy steps fills the room until he’s right in front of you. He meets your exasperated gaze, swiping a knuckle across the wrinkle forming between your furrowed brows. His bare chest grazing the front of your shirt, brushing your sensitive nipples when he takes a deep breath in.

“You heard me Peach.”

Before you can devise a swift retort, he bends down, setting his cup on the coffee table.

Only he doesn’t stop when the cup hits the glass with a sharp clink.

He keeps going until he’s down on both knees, head canted back to gaze up at you with brilliant azure eyes darkened with a simmering mirth that makes them darken.

He curves his hands around your bare calves and drags them across your soft skin until he’s grasping your hips, the calloused pads of his thumbs toying with the band of your panties.

“You’re not the only one who makes the rules in this relationship, Peach,” he states, voice deepening to a near growl.

The heady lust in his tone sends a jolt right to your clit, making it pulse once, twice, your stomach tensing as warmth spreads across you.

“Yes, I am.” Swallowing the whimper at the base of your throat, you steady your voice. “You don’t make-oh," you cry out, eyes widening.

Holy shit, did he just smack your pussy-that whimper you were pushing down arises, sweeping past your lips on a faint huff of air-when he gently slaps you again.

“Aht, aht,” he admonishes, pressing a finger down the middle of your panties until a crease forms, your arousal soaking through the thin material. "I wasn't talking about me."

He didn’t think it was possible to be addicted to a person until he met you. Your soft curves perfectly complement the hard planes of his body, fitting around him like God herself handcrafted you solely for him.

“You had your turn, now it’s sweet girls’ turn to talk.” His cobalt eyes descend from your face down to your pussy, he places a kiss on the damp spot.

Soft lips still pressed to your clit, he slides his hands back to your hips, hooking his thumbs under your panties; easing them down until they’re fluttering to your ankles.

You preen under his adoring gaze despite your best efforts to hold on to the irritation slipping through your fingers like sand.

“She makes the rules too, Peach,” he hums out, trailing two thick fingers down your pussy, over your aching clit with a firm, languid pass until he’s at your sopping wet slit. “And I have to listen to both of my girls.”

You’re not going to disagree with that.

“What kind of man would I be if I ignored her?” Bucky continues, sinking his fingers inside your tight wet cunt until he's knuckle deep, slowly taking them out, smirking when you clench around him. “Look at her already, trying to suck me back in. Gotta give her what she wants.”

And he does. Thrusting back into you so hard you rock backward, he steadies you with his other hand, muttering out a soft don’t run sweet girl, his wrist rotating, fingers rubbing harder and harder as he searches for your spot, the smooth, cold metal pad of his vibranium thumb rolling over your swollen clit.

“Bucky.” His name comes out as a wet moan, hips arching into his hand. “Fuck.”

Placing his warm hand on your belly, he slides it up until he reaches your neck, warm long fingers close over your throat.

“Shh Peach,” he orders, a smirk toying at his lips. “Sweet girl is speaking now, we gotta listen to her. Pay attention.” The command in his baritone voice makes you shiver.

The salacious sounds of your pussy reverberates in your ears. He fucks you faster, deeper, his fingers gliding over your spasming walls, the obscene schlickschlickschlick gets louder and louder.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, gaze locked on your pussy swallowing his fingers, your slick dripping on his palm. Bucky’s praise has another moan preening from your lips. “That’s what you need, sweet girl. You wanna cum for me, don’t you? I’ll spend my life on my knees to keep you both happy.”

“Please,” you sob out, grinding down on his hand, visceral sensations pulse through your veins, thighs trembling as the pleasure takes over your body. “S’good, you’re so good.”

“There you go, I got you, Peach, I got you.” He does. Bucky is the only thing keeping you upright, your hands buried in his hair, gripping the silky strands for balance.

“Go on and cum for me. Give it to me.” He applies more pressure to your throat, your breaths come out, thin and raspy.

Ohgodohgodohgod

“Or I’ll take it myself, take it right from your pretty pussy- “ Bucky leans forward, his lips wrapping around your clit, tracing over it with his tongue. “-until you two learn your orgasms are all fucking mine.” He sucks your swollen little clit into his warm, wet mouth.

Ohgodohgodohgod

Sultry white-hot sensations erupt inside you, overwhelming your senses. You’re going to combust from the intensity. Something twists inside of you, a formidable knot getting tighter and tighter, your stomach constricting as the pressure mounts.

You try to pull away, needing just a second to catch your breath, to recoup. Bucky chuckles, the amused sound drifting up as he brings you back. You’re not going anywhere, he can’t let you go until you give him what he needs. Bucky shakes his head, your clit still trapped between his lips.

You convulse, clenching down around his fingers, your own yanking his hair so hard he swears he’s losing strands. It’s worth it to see you so utterly wrecked, a smug satisfaction brimming in his blue eyes as he watches you fall apart for him, drenching his hand while he prolongs your orgasm with languid strokes over your velvety walls.

One orgasm melds into another until you’re sobbing, overwrought with pleasure, incoherently pleading that you can’t even as your pussy pulls him back in, greedy for more of the unbelievable pleasure he’s giving you.

When your cries are reduced to whimpers and your hands fall from his hair, Bucky releases you with a pleased smirk.

He stands, guiding you to the couch, his hands on your hips, massaging small circles into your skin. “That’s my girl, so fucking good for me.”

You collapse on the cushions, laughter bubbling up as you float down from your high. “That was incredible,” you pant, placing your forearm over your eyes.

“I know it was good,” he replies, sucking the rest of your climax off his thumb. “I know what my girls like.”

“Yes you do,” you agree with a chuckle. You can’t even pretend to be upset at his cock tone, not with his face drenched and tremors still skating up your thighs.

“Now I don’t know if you were paying attention when my sweet girl was going over the rules,” Bucky steps between your legs, pushing your knees into your chest.

Oh.

You almost forgot how this entire thing started. Judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he didn’t.

“She said I have to keep her stretched and full otherwise,” he trails off, pushing his thick, veiny cock into your sensitive pussy, still so wet that he slides right in, right where he belongs, your combined gasps ringing in your ears as you clamp down on his swollen head.

Oh fuck.

“She’s going to be very,” he slides inch by inch, “very upset with us,” he finishes, bottoming up until you’re stretched taut around his throbbing length. “So I gotta do what she says, Peach.”

“After all, she makes the rules.”

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky finally get together after years of secretly loving each other, but then he’s gone.

Warnings: Angst, HEAVY ANGST.

A/N: If you like this short story please check out my book on Wattpad called Ophelia.

Goodbye

You didn’t understand.

You have been sitting on Bucky’s bed for the past two hours since you’ve woken up. You hold the note tight in your hand, the paper crumpling from your strong grip.

You don’t understand.

You read the note over and over again, hoping and waiting for the words to just magically change. For him to come back.

You don’t understand.

Why?

The night before you had finally told Bucky how you felt. You two had been friends for five years now and you’ve loved him for three, so when you told him yesterday, you were prepared to lose the love of your life and best friend. But you didn’t, you didn’t lose him.

Instead he had told you that he loved you too. He had let out a short laugh as if wondering how stupid he was for not saying anything sooner. His eyes shined with so much joy and love. You’ve never seen him happier. Then you realized it was because of you. He was this happy because you love him.

Then he kissed you. Oh boy did he kiss you. He kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before. He kissed you like he was never going to stop, like he never wanted to stop. As if he wouldn’t mind dying from lack of oxygen as long as the last thing he did was kiss you.

You were floating. That whole night you felt like you were floating. He took you back to his apartment after that and he fucked you. No. He didn’t just fuck you as if you were some women he picked up from the bar. He made love to you. He made love to you as if you were his one true love. He made love to you as if he had to make up for all the time you two spent not realizing each other’s feelings.

In that moment you understand.

He made love to you as if he were saying goodbye.

You read the note over again one last time.

Hey doll. I love you, I really do, but I’ve gotta go. I need to fight. I hope you’ll understand and I hope you’ll be waiting for me when I get back. Don’t worry doll, I’ll come back. I’ll come back.

Love, Bucky

He didn’t leave you, but he left to fight in the war.

Why? Why didn’t he tell you? How could he just leave with only a note left behind? Why did he have to go? How come he couldn’t have stayed? He didn’t need to go.

A single tear drips down your check as you finally ask yourself the one question that matters.

How come you didn’t notice?

How did you not notice?

He went to fight in a war and all he left behind was a note.

And you.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Hey! I’m writing a story on wattpad and I’d be really grateful if you could check it out and give me some feedback. It’s called Ophelia and it’s a romance novel. My username is mystical_Cherryqueen

Summary: Ophelia Bozzelli had held her 8 year old brother as he bleed out on the floor when she was just 11 years old. Being told she could get justice for her brother's death, the young and naive girl believed the lies she was told.

Only year's later, after they had turned her into a monster did she realize the truth. She had been killing innocent people while the real murders were among her.

She is now more determined than ever to get revenge, not just for her brother, but for how they used her when she was vulnerable.

She is burning this organization to the ground.

If she can get passed the undercover assassin they sent her way.

Kai Owens.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.

[mysticalcherryqueen]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Unfortunately for you, you caught the flu. Don’t worry though, your sweet boyfriend Bucky is ready to wait on you hand and foot. Maybe being sick isn’t such a bad thing.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is some implied smut. Swearing??? I don’t know what else, have fun!

Bless You

You were supposed to be at the movies right now with your friends.

Supposed to.

Instead of eating popcorn, waiting for the movie to start, you're laying on your couch with three warm blankets draped over you. And it’s all his fault.

You glare at your 6’4 boyfriend’s back as he stands over the stove making you a vegetable soup.

As you lay there you replay the events of what happened earlier that morning.

The moment you woke up you knew you were sick. Your nose was stuffy, you kept coughing and over all you just felt like complete shit.

But you couldn’t miss this hangout with your friends. Every time you guys planned something it got canceled because somebody would have a sudden emergency. Half the time that somebody was you. Either you were forced to work overtime because of your stupid boss or you had appointments or chores to do that where put off because of your job.

You hadn’t seen your friends in weeks and you weren’t going to let a little sneezing and coughing get in your way.

That’s what you thought.

You had woken up before Bucky and quickly, but quietly ran to the bathroom, making sure not to wake him. There you took any medicine you could find before heading into the shower to get ready for your day. You had to go about your regular morning routine as if nothing was wrong.

Like any normal day you did your hair and got dressed while Bucky sat on the bed and watched. You teased him from time to time by shaking your ass as you searched through your underwear drawer. A few moments later Bucky was up and ready for the day.

As you two were leaving your bedroom, Bucky smacked your ass.

“Don’t be a tease unless you wanna get punished.” He whispered in your ear as he slid past you and made his way to the kitchen.

The two of you had then sat together on the couch, eating your pancakes as you watched the latest episode of your favourite show. You were planning to leave after you finished the episode.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything off.

Or so you thought.

The entire morning Bucky felt as if something was wrong. You kept turning away from him when you guys were in the kitchen cooking, not quite coughing, but as if you were quietly trying to clear your throat. Then he heard your small sniffles while watching tv, which he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing. At first he thought you were crying, but when he looked over at you, you weren’t.

But the thing that gave you away for certain is when you never gave him his morning kiss. You always give him his morning kiss if you wake up before him, as he did the same for you. But you didn’t, in fact when he tried to kiss you while making breakfast you moved away from him.

He sighed before reaching for the remote and pausing the show. You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What's wrong?” You asked him.

“I should be asking you that. You didn’t give me my morning kiss.” He wore a slight pout as he said this.

You realize that you’ve been avoiding being close to him in fear of getting him sick and him finding out.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His question shocked you. Bucky looked so hurt staring down, unable to even meet your gaze.

“No, no! Of course not!” You rushed out, trying to convince him. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes. To show him it wasn’t a lie.

He reaches out and places his hand on your cheek as well. You relax into his familiar and comforting touch.

“Then what is.” He stops himself, a perplexed expression spreading across his face.

“Y/N, you’re burning up.”

You back away from his touch, jumping up from the couch, but it’s too late as you see the realization on his face.

“You’re sick.” He says, but it comes out more as a question.

“No.” You say too fast.

And then you sneeze. Damn it!

You both stare at each other with blank faces.

“Bless you.” Your face flushes as you look down, muttering out a small thank you.

“Doll, I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

You slump back down into the couch as a full on pout sets on your face. “Because I know you’re going to make me stay home and I really want to see my friends.”

You couldn’t cancel on them again. You were starting to feel like a terrible friend and person. Letting out a deep sigh you finally share your insecurities that have been weighing you down for the past while.

“I can’t cancel on them again, Buck. Every time I do they refuse to hangout with each other if it won’t be all of us together. It just makes me feel worse though. Not only am I bailing on them, but stopping them from hanging out.”

Bucky reaches for you, wrapping you into a side hug. He places a small, gentle kiss on your forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Oh, doll, you can’t help it when something comes up, especially if you get sick. How could you possibly blame yourself for it?”

“But then”

“And if they choose not to hangout without you,” He interrupts you. “Well then that's their decision.”

You sigh. “I know, I know.” You knew he was right. You knew it was never really your fault, you just needed someone to tell you that, to reassure you and to silence your pessimistic thoughts.

The next thing you know you’re being kissed. It takes you completely off guard and you feel a warm, vibrant sensation spread across your entire body. You feel yourself melt and for a moment, just a moment, you feel better, as if you didn’t wake up this morning with a pounding headache and snot dripping from your nose.

The kiss leaves you absolutely breathless and yearning for more. You open your eyes to find Bucky already staring at you.

“That was my morning kiss.”

“Buck, you’re gonna get sick.” You giggle.

“Please, I’m a super soldier. It’ll take more than a little kiss to get me sick.”

With that being said Bucky rises from his seat and storms into the bedroom as if he was on one of his missions. He comes back a minute later carrying three large fluffy blankets and two pillows.

“You’re going to rest while I make you some soup.” He says as he lays the pillows down before he gently lays you down, draping the blankets over you.

“Buck, I can’t, I’ve gotta go soon.” You say trying to sit up, but Bucky’s hand is already on your shoulder, stopping your movements.

“No no no. You’re not going anywhere.”

You try giving him your best puppy dog eyes, but to no avail. He takes your phone from the coffee table and calls one of your friends.

“Hey, sorry, but Y/N won’t be able to make it today.” He said as he maneuvers himself away from you and your grabbing hands.

“Bucky!” You whined.

Ignoring you he continued his conversation. “What? Oh, no! That wasn’t a moan!” He exclaimed.

You stop realizing what your friend thought you were bailing on them for. Your entire face heats up and you look down embarrassed. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky yelling.

“I don’t always have her to myself! I’m not fucking her! Please if I was fucking her you would hear-.”

You snatch the phone from your fuming boyfriend and explain to your friend that you’re just sick and not having sex with your boyfriend.

“No, really. It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine. Okay. Thanks, bye.” You hang up and lay back down with a plop.

You’re about to start complaining about how you’re feeling better and how you could’ve gone, when you sneeze.

“Bless you.” Bucky signed out with a knowing smirk.

You reach behind you and throw one of the pillows at him, smacking him right in his face. He laughs as he throws it back at you and starts towards the kitchen.

A small smile grace’s your face as you hug the pillow tightly to your chest. You whisper out a small thank you as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up about half an hour later and see Bucky in the kitchen. He’s pouring the soup into a bowl when you speak up.

“That smells delicious.” You close your eyes and breath in the warm calming scent.

Bucky heads to you, soup in hand. “Much better than eating popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth.” He teases.

You take a spoonful of the soup and sigh at the flavours that spread across your tongue. Bucky places a gentle kiss on your forehead before fully standing up.

“You just get better doll. I’m here to take care of you.”

Then there’s a sneeze. Only this time it isn’t from you.

You look up at Bucky with a cheeky smile on your face. “Bless you.” You tease.