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[inconvenient-sneezes]

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.

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prompt(s): sketch

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“Do you really have to do that now?” Bucky asked, sniffling. He straightened up, attempting to look a little less pathetic.

Steve was sitting across from Bucky’s bed, diligently studying and sketching his figure. “Well, I have to keep practicing if I ever want to be good.”

“H-hang on,” Bucky wheezed, nostrils flaring. “G-gonna— hh’TSHHHHOO!”

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.

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Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x femreader. Scarlett Johansson x femreader. They’re all sickfic/snzfic

§ indicates personal favorites

Multiple Part Fics

§ Mission, CH 1 CH 2, CH 3 , CH 4 , CH 5, CH 6, CH 7, CH 8

enigma, pt. 1. enigma, pt. 2.

Wedding Preparations, pt. 1

One-Shots

§ 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.”

Valentine’s Prompts

Chocolates

Wine and Flushed

Lonely

Stuffed Animals and Tissues

First Kiss

[inconvenient-sneezes]

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

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prompt(s): collapse

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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.

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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.”

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trying to get over my slump w this request from @maygennnnnx 💕 thank you (if you’re still here)!!

tw: MESS. seriously, i feel like i usually don’t really write too much mess, but i’m trying it out and as such, this one deserves a mess warning.

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“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.”

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THANK you to @buckysnose​ for the request, support, and general love 💕 and thanks for waiting :’) 

this’ll be a late ’30s drabble bc i love them :3

distant | weed | fuss | struggle | couple | professional | remember | nap | abundant | objective | wrong | discreet | gift | stay | collapse | cabin | practical | defend | haunt | indoor | rhythm | ankle | incentive | healthy | steam | anger | bond | text | correction | visible | guess | cinema | maze | contrary | observer | nuance | neglect | lip | reflection | sniff | authority | illusion | echo | medicine | lace | insurance | knit | dealer | grudge | affair | sofa | expertise | passion | spill | laundry | exposure | shelter | privilege | manner | relax | compromise | sacred | doubt | philosophy | thaw | ticket | bike | bench | vain | bed | improvement | pier | gravity | immune | vigorous | productive | reception | veil | bee | train | harsh | loyalty | fresh | late | mind | highway | sound | frozen | annual | soup | instinct | groan | lonely | spite | bill | crude | dare | magazine | mess | ignore | sketch | flush | liability | camp | brag | sour | compensation

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prompt(s): soup + grudge

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“Please open this door, Bucky.” 

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.” 

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thanks for the request!! 😻😻 hopefully you don’t mind, but i decided to do this as a au steve/bucky thing lol. fingers crossed you don’t mind haha. 

distant | weed | fuss | struggle | couple | professional | remember | nap | abundant | objective | wrong | discreet | gift | stay | collapse | cabin | practical | defend | haunt | indoor | rhythm | ankle | incentive | healthy | steam | anger | bond | text | correction | visible | guess | cinema | maze | contrary | observer | nuance | neglect | lip | reflection | sniff | authority | illusion | echo | medicine | lace | insurance | knit | dealer | grudge | affair | sofa | expertise | passion | spill | laundry | exposure | shelter | privilege | manner | relax | compromise | sacred | doubt | philosophy | thaw | ticket | bike | bench | vain | bed | improvement | pier | gravity | immune | vigorous | productive | reception | veil | bee | train | harsh | loyalty | fresh | late | mind | highway | sound | frozen | annual | soup | instinct | groan | lonely | spite | bill | crude | dare | magazine | mess | ignore | sketch | flush | liability | camp | brag | sour | compensation

***

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. 

Bucky shrugged. But he was smiling. 

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yay!!! finally posting this. thanks for the request @buckysnose​!! 💙💙 of course, i’m doing bucky/steve bc why not and also it’s my fav ship hahaha

distant | weed | fuss | struggle | couple | professional | remember | nap | abundant | objective | wrong | discreet | gift | stay | collapse | cabin | practical | defend | haunt | indoor | rhythm | ankle | incentive | healthy | steam | anger | bond | text | correction | visible | guess | cinema | maze | contrary | observer | nuance | neglect | lip | reflection | sniff | authority | illusion | echo | medicine | lace | insurance | knit | dealer | grudge | affair | sofa | expertise | passion | spill | laundry | exposure | shelter | privilege | manner | relax | compromise | sacred | doubt | philosophy | thaw | ticket | bike | bench | vain | bed | improvement | pier | gravity | immune | vigorous | productive | reception | veil | bee | train | harsh | loyalty | fresh | late | mind | highway | sound | frozen | annual | soup | instinct | groan | lonely | spite | bill | crude | dare | magazine | mess | ignore | sketch | flush | liability | camp | brag | sour | compensation

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“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. 

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Messy sneezy Bucky with a soft cap Steve

yesssssssss!!! you can read it here <3 ty for this one (and sorry it took 34 years)

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Disobedient sneezy sub!Bucky with a dom!Cap!Steve who is caring even if he wants to show who is in charge :) pleaseeeeee

eeee what a cute prompt!!! obviously, bucky's a birdwatcher. nobody's surprised by that.

w: (slight) mess warning

***

Steve can’t say he’s pleased by the sight before him. It’s Bucky, shivering in a chair on their back deck, nose, lips and cheeks chapped.

It’s lightly snowing, but expected to pick up in the late afternoon. At least Bucky’s got on Steve’s coat and knit hat. Still, he can tell Bucky’s shivering. Steve sighs, frowns and opens the sliding glass door.

Though Bucky normally turns at the sound, he doesn’t this time. he knows who it is. Plus, he’s fucking freezing.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

Bucky chuckles, pulling the collar up a little bit higher, attempting to cover his exposed neck. He blearily blinks before wrenching forward with a volley of ticklish sneezes. “H-Hih! Hh’XXXNT! Hih’KNNT! H-hoo. Sorry, those sduck up od be.”

He pulls something out of his pocket with shaking hands. “G-got a light?”

It’s his fucking vape.

“Very funny,” Steve snaps. “Now come inside.”

“Aw, c’mon, I’b fiiiiide,” Bucky wines, pouting a little. His nose starts to run and he desperately needs to sniffle, but decides against it. Of course, the cold is making his sinuses prickle, and suddenly he’s gasping again.

“KXXXXGNT!”

Steve winces at the sound. Bucky’s always stifled his sneezes.

“You’ve got a cold, Buck. I told you not to stay outside too long. What are you even doing out here?”

When Steve says ‘hear,’ he gestures to the blanket of snow and scattered, icy trees in front of them. It’s quiet.

“Oh, I’b jusd bird wadching.”

Steve sees the corner’s of Bucky’s nostrils glistening and instinctively pats himself, searching for his handkerchief. “Here,” Steve says, handing it to him.

“Ew,” Bucky says, snatching it anyway. “These are so gross. I cad’t believe you sdill use one of these. Dod’t people use like, tissues dow?”

“Yeah, right, right.” Steve shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. “Guess it’s just one of those old habits right?”

Nostrils flaring, Bucky desperately shakes open the handkerchief and buries his nose into it with another pair of squelching stifles. “H-hih’XXXXT! KKKKNT!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Steve grins. “Like that. Now come inside, I’ve got some broth on the stove.”

“Oh, sobe br-broth? You tryig to woo be?” Bucky says sarcastically.

“Take it or leave it, Buck.”

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I love your marvel sickfics! Would you consider doing a sick Natasha and Maria with the rest of the boys caring for them? That would be so cute!

yeah, here's the drabble i got for ya! it kinda turned into more of a nat + maria with steve thing, so i hope you don't mind!!!

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“H-hh’TSHHH!”

Natasha’s head bobbed forward into her hands as she sneezed and across the room, even though Nat couldn’t see it, Maria gave her a knowing look. She’d come down with a cold a few days ago and was still recovering. Even an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t immune from a good office cold.

“Now it’s a party,” Tony quipped, tossing Nat a box of tissues.

She rolled her eyes, turning away from him to blow her nose. Tony had invited everyone to his tower for a cocktail hour of sorts and at that moment in time, Natasha regretted showing up.

Though she first started feeling the signs two days ago, her cold had definitely settled in her head now. She sniffled and the pressure caused her sinuses to prickle again.

“HehH! TSSHH!”

“Bless you,” Steve offered as he approached them, water bottles in hand. “Water?”

“Dod’t you kdow this is a cocktail party?” Nat said thickly, sniffling again.

“Don’t you know it isn’t healthy to drink at cocktail parties when you have a headcold?”

“Touché,” she smiled, accepting the water. “Oh, hey, have you seen Hill by chance?”

Steve nodded. “I think she might’ve stepped into the ladies’ room? Banner said she wasn’t feeling well.”

They both watched as a protesting Tony was dragged away by Rhodey.

“Why won’t you just do one Pickleback with me?”

“Because it’s like, the nastiest shot ever,” Rhodey scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t trust any man who thinks Irish whiskey should be paired with pickle juice.”

“You goig to add thad to your lisdt?”

Steve laughed. “My to-do list? Probably not.”

Nat smiled, watching the way the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed. A hand on her shoulder made her start.

“Oh! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Maria said.

She opened her mouth to say something else, but turned away from them to sneeze. She pinched her nose shut just in time. “Hh’GGGNNT! HehH! Heh’XXXT! Whew. Just wanted to say goodbye before heading out.”

“Heading out?” Steve asked. “Why so early?”

“Probably the same reason Nat’s eyes are so glassy,” Maria joked. “Just can’t seem to shake this cold.”

In spite of herself, Nat felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Oh, well, by cold’s on id’s way out.”

“Yeah, it sure sounds that way,” Steve said. “If you’ll give me a second, I might be able to whip up something that can help. Bucky used to make them for me when I was sick.”

Maria shrugged. “Yeah, sure. I’ll try anything.”

She sank down into the couch next to Natasha. “You too huh?”

“Oh,” Nat waved her off. “Probably allergies, honestly.”

Maria nodded. “Yeah, I hear Banner has ’em bad.”

As the they talked, Steve was mixing up Bucky’s drink of choice for Steve when he’d come down with something: a hot toddy.

Apparently, Bucky’s father used to give them to Bucky as a child. Steve shuddered at thought. Medicine in the ’30s was... something.

As he approached them, he smiled. It was pretty rare to see them both so... relaxed wasn’t the right word. Maybe off-guard?

“Here,” Steve said, handing Nat her drink first. “It’s a hot toddy.”

“Mmh. Thagk you.”

He started to hand Maria hers, but she was desperately fanning her hand in front of her face. “S-sorry, I godda— h-hihH! Hih’XXXT! Hap’SHHHH!” Her nose crinkled again and her breath hitched all over again, but the feeling dissipated.

“Jeez,” Steve said, handing her a drink and rubbing the back of his head. “I hope this thing works, or that you both at least get some rest tonight.”

Nat rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “Yeah, with this party goig od? Doe way.”

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Ahhh, please, can you write Steve being a horribly stubborn sick person, and Tony is SO done with him, doing everything in his power to get Steve to rest?

i’m not even going to tell y’all when this request was from bc i couldn’t tell you. i’m so sorry if this was your request from 8 years ago!!!

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“Jesus Christ, Cap! What do you plan to do with that shied?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. “I know you’re not about to train right now.”

Steve snuffled into the back of his hand and wiped his nose. “Well, yeah. I happen to be.”

Steve’s nose was tinged pink, and he kept sniffling to keep the congestion at bay. Tony watched silently as he continued sniffing.

“You… want a tissue?”

“No, I don’t want a tissue!” Steve snapped, embarrassed. His face flushed red, matching his raw nose. In spite of himself, he one-handedly did tug a handkerchief out of his back pocket to catch a volley of sneezes.

“H-huhH! Huh’TSCHHH! Hah’hHTSCHHHHH!” Steve paused, straightening up a bit before catching another sneeze into the cloth. “HHPTSSCHHH!”

“Bless you,” Tony said, stepping closer. “Why don’t you put down your shield and let me fucking take care of you?”

Steve blew his nose gently and stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket. “Because I deed to…” He cleared his throat, blushing again. “I wand to.”

Tony shook his head, reaching up to feel Steve’s forehead. Steve tried to duck away, but Tony was too quick.

“Well, you definitely have a fever. Can’t say I’m surprised,” Tony said.

Steve sniffled, bringing a shaking finger to his flaring nostrils. “H-heh… h-HIH! Hih’XXXT!”

He stifled onto his finger, still hitching. “Huh’GNNNNT!”

“Bless,” Tony sighed. “Steve, I’m not asking anymore. I’m telling you. You’re going to get undressed and watch ‘The Great British Baking Show’ with me.”

He sat on the arm of the sofa and watched Steve carefully. His nose was scrunched up, either from the need to sneeze or from the gears turning in his head.

“Mmm. OK,” Steve said, snuffling against his finger again. “Only because I love Mary Berry.”

Tony chuckled, taking Steve’s shield from his hands. “OK, big guy.”

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Ahh, I too love all your Marvel fics! I especially love sick Steve, so if you could do more with him, I would be in heaven😍

you got it, anon! i was thinking i’d include sam in here too, just since “the falcon and the winter soldier” came out recently. here’s what i’ve got 🥰

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“Oh, come on,” Sam says, giving Steve a look. “You love our nights in, and you know it.”

“Yeah, but tonight I wanted to go out.” Steve has his arms crossed. Irritated. Angry. Disappointed.

Sam sits down on the couch next to him. “Next weekend, OK? You don’t well, and let’s be honest, you look like shit.”

Steve honest-to-god looks hurt. “I do not.”

But he knows he kind of does. He’s on day 2 of this cold he picked up god knows where, and it’s just starting to settle in his sinuses. In fact—

The sneeze almost comes out of nowhere but gives Steve enough time to pull the collar of his T-shirt out so he can sneeze into it. “Hh’TSHHHHOO!”

“Bless you.”

Steve sniffles, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand to make sure it’s not running too bad. “Thanks.”

Sam frowns. “Anyway, even if you weren’t sick, I already ordered takeout.”

“Golden Key?”

“Nah, Passage to India.”

“Mmm.” Steve sighs, satisfied with the choice, dissatisfied with his situation. He clears his throat before speaking again. “What’d we get?”

“Let’s see…” Sam trails off, scrolling through the mobile order receipt. “I got us some naan, vegetable pakora… and then lamb chettinad for me and vegetable biryani for you.”

Steve nods, quietly fighting off a sneeze. His eyelids flutter shut and Sam, in spite of himself, watches on. Steve’s nostrils twitch and he’s a goner.

“H-hhHUh! Eh’TSHHHHHUH! PSHHHHHH!” Steve gasps, breath still hitching. “Hah’PSHHHHOO!”

“Bless.” Sam’s hand slides over to Steve’s thigh and gives him a comforting squeeze. “You need anything?”

“No,” Steve says, snuffling into the back of his hand again. “Actually, maybe a—”

Before he can even finish the sentence, Sam’s snatched about three tissues from the box next to him. He offers them to Steve, who accepts and buries his nose in them.

A couple of strong blows later and Sam’s hooking up the Xbox. “‘Black Ops’ while we wait?”

Steve hides his grin behind the wad of tissues. “Sure. But you’ve gotta play one handed, so it’s an even fight.”

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i’m almost embarrassed to post this since it was requested,,,, like a million months ago,,, but I’m catching up as a form of *self-care*

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“It’s a good thing you’re working from home, huh Buck?” Steve says this rhetorically but Bucky still sniffles and rolls his eyes.

“Yep. Lucky me.” He’s miserable, truthfully. How he caught a monster cold while indoors for most of the time, he’ll never know.

Steve, on the other hand, is busy caring for Bucky while still trying not to smother him. There’s a thin line there, he thinks.

Bucky pecks away at his keyboard, typing up a blog post for the start-up marketing company he works for. “How to Use Tik Tok for Music Promotion” isn’t exactly the type of writing he imagined himself doing when he decided to go freelance, but here he is.

As he’s typing, Bucky feels that telltale itch in the back of his sinuses, and his forefinger instinctively comes up to rub at his nostrils. “H-hehh… heh’GGNNTT! Hp’SHHHH!” He sneezes twice, the latter unable to be completely stifled.

Steve feels his stomach tighten. “Bless you, Buck. Need any more tissues?”

He says this as Bucky grumpily yanks a tissue from the box and buries his nose in it. “Doe thags,” he mumbles through the tissue.

“Well, how’s the blog coming?” Steve asks, sitting down at the kitchen table with him. Bucky begins to wonder if Steve is enjoying this. Meanwhile, Bucky’s fighting off another sneeze and his eyes are watering something fierce.

“Id’s fide,” Bucky mutters, still terribly congested. He gives his nose one last blow, which seems to help. “It’s about Tik Tok.”

“Tik Tok,” Steve laughs. “And what about it?”

Bucky sniffles, placing a knuckle underneath his now-flaring nostrils. “J-just how Tik Tok is actually a great platform f-for — hh’XXXT! Hur’ESHHH! — for music promotion,” he manages to say through a few sneezes.

“Bless. You wrapping it up?”

There’s a heavy sigh. “Dot really. I’b just— I dunno, struggling with id a bit.”

He feels a sneeze coming on only seconds before it happens, and there’s no time to stifle it completely. “Huh’TSSHHHHUH!”

“Want some DayQuil, in that case?” Steve asks innocently. Bucky’s loud nose-blowing is as much a “yes” as Steve’s going to get.

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35 and 37 from the master list

35. “Why have you been hiding this from me?” 37. “Having a cold does not make you weak.”

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A small intake of breath made you look up at Natasha, who was sitting in the conference chair in front of you. She ducked her head and perfectly stifled a sneeze, without so much as a head bob to give her away. You were her girlfriend though, and you knew her mannerisms. You gently moved a hand to her thigh in lieu of a blessing. Natasha understood and sent you a grateful smile, accompanied by a blush.

You both resumed playing attention to Steve drone on about some new Avengers thing. But when Nat sneezed not once, but twice in the next five minutes, you were suspicious. Once the meeting was over, you kept your hand on her knee, signaling for her to remain seated. Once everyone had left, you looked at her, unsure of yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked, her voice ever so slightly hoarser than usual. Someone who wasn’t so attuned to Natasha wouldn’t have noticed.

“Why have you been hiding this from me?” You whispered, suddenly quite certain that she was sick.

“I...heh-h’hetschioo!” Since the others were no longer in the room she felt no need to stifle. “It’s not a big deal,” Nat answered, sniffling.

“Bless you. Natasha, it’s not a big deal that you’re sick, but that doesn’t mean you need to hide it from me,” you explained with a sigh. It was like this every time she got sick, which was few and far between.

“Having a cold does not make you weak,” you murmured, rubbing your thumb against Nat’s cheek. What you said hit home, and Natasha blushed furiously, avoiding your gaze at all costs. You gently turned her head, though she tried to resist just a bit.

“Baby, please. Let me take care of you. It does not make you weak, it makes you strong. Please, let’s spend the day in bed. Snuggling and eating comfort food,” you pleaded. Natasha didn’t want to give in, you could see it, but you were persistent and she knew she couldn’t ignore you. Plus, the manageable tingle in her nose was growing to an urgent need, and there was no way you’d let her do anything after five sneezes in less than twenty minutes.

“Okay.”

You smiled, which was quickly replaced by a frown when she bent forward to catch a harsh sneeze into her sleeve.

“Hetschooo!”

“Bless you, Nat. Come on.” You gently helped her up and lead her out of the room. Your arm found its way around her waist when she shivered. Her cheeks were flushed, and you were starting to wonder if she had a fever.

You helped her into bed and then felt her forehead. It was unnaturally warm.

“Baby,” you murmured, looking at her in concern. You weren’t trying to make her self conscious, but she was just so much sicker than usual. Her nose was practically twitching and flushed pink, and her cheeks were burning. Nat looked exhausted and run down and just sick. It broke your heart. You didn’t say anything more, but you pressed a kiss to her nose. It had an unexpected effect.

“Heh-htssh!” Natasha was quickly stifling so as to not sneeze on you.

“Sorry,” you whispered, a hint of a smile on your lips. “And bless you.”

“Thank you.” Her voice went out a bit, and you stood.

“Tea, first, I think.”

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“Heh-h’hshh!”

“Bless you,” you looked up as Natasha entered the gym. She nodded in acknowledgement to your blessing and set her bag down near the bench. You watched as her head bobbed twice quickly. That was odd. Did she just sneeze again? That was fairly unusual for Nat. You rarely saw her sneeze. God, you hated that you even knew that. You had the biggest crush on her.

She started her workout just as you were finishing yours, and you left the gym, wondering what was up.

The next time you saw her was around lunch time. You were making a grilled cheese sandwich, and she walked in, sweaty after her workout.

“Hey Y/N,” Natasha greeted you with a small smile. That smile made you melt. Little did you know that your smile made her feel the same way.

“Want a grilled cheese and soup?” You asked. She debated for a second, before nodding. You tilted your head a bit as you made her a sandwich. She’d almost seemed a little unsure of herself. You heard a rapid intake of breath behind you, prompting you to turn and watch as Nat caught a few sneezes into a tissue she’d rapidly pulled from the box on the counter.

“H’hkshh! Heh..hshhh! H’hetshhioo!” Nat let out a stuffy sigh after she didn’t quite succeed in stifling the third.

“Bless you,” you murmured. That most definitely was not normal. Natasha always stifled. Honestly she never lost control over anything, especially not with such a trivial thing.

“Thanks.”

You didn’t want to push her but you had to know if she was okay. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Nat nodded, trying to give you a reassuring smile. If anything, it just made you more concerned. She looked exhausted. One look from you told her that you weren’t buying it, but you were going to let it go for now.

“Here’s your grilled cheese,” you set a plate down in front of her ten minutes later.

“Tha- h’hkshh! Thanks.” Natasha was left sniffling thickly and trying to stop her running nose after that sneeze. You sat down next to her, placing a hand gently on her thigh.

“Natalia,” you whispered, using her old name that only you were allowed to use. She blushed. Your thumb rubbed back and forth soothingly and you gathered your thoughts before speaking carefully.

“You don’t need to have walls up with me. I know you were trained to do so, but please, don’t have them up with me. I care too much about you. Let me care for you.”

Natasha looked at you curiously for a moment, before her eyes glazed over and her nose twitched. A blank expression crossed her face.

“Sneeze?”

She nodded and you leaned back a bit, giving her space, though your hand stayed on her knee.

“Heh.. h’h-htshh! Hksshh!” After two quick sneezes, she was left sniffling and hitching, waiting for actual relief. You knew she wouldn’t get it, not with her stifling. Nat seemed to have the same thought because when she was succumbing to her itchy nose two seconds later, she was letting them out.

“H’hetshoo! Heh’husshiooo! Ugh..”

“Bless you.” You tucked some fallen hair behind her ear. You waited anxiously for her to say something. Natasha sniffled and ran a finger under her nose.

“Okay,” she replied, her voice hoarse. And that was all you needed to hear.

“Why don’t we finish our food and then watch some movies? I’ll make some tea?”

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“Baby, you don’t have to go,” you suggest, knowing she has to. Scarlett sends you a look.

“We both know that I have to be there. And so do you.”

Scarlett sighs and blows her nose one last time. She has the absolute worst cold, and you’re pretty sure she has a fever.

“To the car,” she announces, standing up from her makeup chair. You stand from yours and take one final look in the mirror.

“You look amazing, babe,” Scarlett murmurs, rubbing your arm.

“As do you,” you answer, sending her a soft smile. You take hold of her hand as you and your team make your way to the elevator and get inside. It’s a tight squeeze, and you remove your hand from Scarlett’s and pull her close by the waist instead. You feel her breath hitching before you hear it. It’s two seconds before she’s bending over, leaning towards you and away from the others to sneeze.

“Heh-h’h..huptchoo! Hetschooo!”

“Bless you,” you murmur, rubbing her back. Several others offer a blessing, and Scarlett straightens, sniffling through a ‘Thank you.’

She gives a quiet sigh, stepping even closer to you. When she’s this sick, Scarlett needs to be protected, and looked after. She just needs you to take care of her, and that’s what you were going to do.

It’s a quick ride over to the venue, and the second you both exit the car, your fans are screaming both of your names. You offer dazzling smiles to the crowds as they cheer. You grab Scarlett’s hand and gently lead her towards the cameras. The faster you two get through the carpet, the better.

“I forgot my tissues in the car,” Scarlett said to you.

“The team has got some,” you reply. “And I’ve got a few in my pocket.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, relieved. You press a quick kiss to her cheek. Your jumpsuit had pockets, thankfully, allowing you to bring tissues for your girlfriend.

“Ready?” You ask. She nods, letting out a few light coughs. Scarlett shivers, despite the warm air, and you can practically feel the heat radiating from her body. Her fever was probably climbing, and you knew you were in for a long night.

The red carpet goes by fairly smoothly, save for some sneezes from Scarlett and a slight trip from you. You both part ways for a moment, doing separate interviews.

“How was yours?” You ask, joining up with her again.

“Okay. Did a shot. How about you?” Scarlett answers. You frown at the hoarseness in her voice.

“Your voice is already going, baby... I did a shot too.”

“Scarlett! Y/N!” Brie Larson shouts. You both turn in her direction and hurry over to her. She gives both of you warm hugs, despite Scarlett’s warnings of how sick she is.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve seen you both! What after party are - oh, bless you!” Brie speaks. You also bless your girlfriend, who had just turned around with lightning speed to stifle a triple.

“Sorry, thank you,” Scarlett replies, straightening back up. You both inform her you probably won’t be attending any after parties, which she understands. She bids you goodbye and you pull Scarlett towards the doors. She’s sniffling every other second, and you know she needs a tissue.

“Here,” you offer, pulling a tissue from your pocket. She takes it and steps closer to you, letting you shield her from others as she gives her nose a thorough blow.

“Better?” You murmur sympathetically after she’s done. She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose, her sinuses throbbing. After a moment she gives a nod.

“All I want to do right now is be home cuddling with you,” Scarlett whispers.

“I know, baby.”

Scarlett looks around for a trash can to throw away the tissue, but there is none near you. You move to grab the tissue from her.

“No, this is disgusting.”

“Baby, I’ll wash my hands in the bathroom after I throw it away in there. Come on,” you whisper, grabbing it from her hand and putting it back in your pocket. She blushes a deep red, but you shake your head at her. You both make your way inside, stopping to chat with a few people. There’s of course a line once you reach the bathroom. Scarlett stands close to you, her hands around you. You pull her closer, waiting patiently.

“Not again,” you hear her mutter after a minute. She reaches a hand up to rub her nose, though that seems to have the opposite effect of what she wanted, because frustration flickers on her face. It only lasts for a moment though, because it’s replaced by her usual, adorable, pre-sneeze face. Her lips part just slightly, and her eyes become unfocused.

“H’h-hheh.. hdnngx! Heh- hupshoo!” The second sneeze in the double comes out strong, and Scarlett is left wiping a hand under her nose, sniffling softly. You tighten your grip on her, knowing she’s already going to apologize for sneezing on your dress.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as she straightens.

“Bless you. Don’t worry about it.”

She sniffles and buries her face in the crook of your neck, slightly embarrassed. But she doesn’t have any time to think about it really, because you’re soon next in line and both heading to separate stalls. You hear her stifle another sneeze and sigh. After finishing your business, you throw away the used tissue and wash your hands, then wait for your fiancée to join you.

You then head to your seats, in the front row of course. Scarlett hates that, and it’s obvious to you. You press gentle presses to her hand as you take your seats. Scarlett sniffles and sneezes her way through the awards, but manages to only blow her nose twice.

And then you’re climbing into the limo, just the two of you, and Scarlett let’s all walls come down. She immediately cups her hands over her mouth and nose, and you watch as she waits for the next set of sneezes. It’s like her nose has been waiting for Scarlett to have her guard down, because she’s hitching for a good fifteen seconds before she gets any sort of release. And when she finally gets it, she’s letting out four strong sneezes.

“H’hetschoo! H’h..hupshooo! Hetshioo!.. Heh.. h’tschoo!” Scarlett accepts the tissues you immediately hand to her, and blows her nose several times before sighing and leaning back into you.

“Bless you, baby. I think you needed that after holding back all night.”

You feel her nod against you, and you press a kiss to her temple.

“My nose feels like it’s on fire,” she groans. “I still feel like I have to sneeze.”

“It’s just us. Sneeze as many times as you’d like.”

“I wouldn’t like to at h’heh.. all.. hhetcshoo!”

“Bless. Here,” you murmur, offering her more tissues. She gives a gentle blow, her nose starting to become raw. She leans back against you once more once she’s finished, and you listen as her breathing eventually evens out. It’s a longer drive on the way back since you’re both heading home. Scarlett makes little stuffy sounds each time she breathes, and you smile, happy she’s at least fallen asleep.

You eventually have to wake her as you pull up outside your house.

“Baby, we’re home,” you whisper, gently rubbing her thigh. She sniffles thickly and nods, still half asleep. You help her out of the car and into the house, having her sit while you take off her shoes. You lead her into your room upstairs and help her out of her dress. You gently push her towards the bathroom so that she can take off her makeup and wash her face. She does so quickly and then you lead her to the bed.

“Goodnight my love,” you murmur, brushing your lips to her forehead.

“Where are you going?” she pouts.

“To get ready for bed. But you’ll be asleep before I get back,” you chuckle. She grips you for a moment, before letting you go with a sigh.

“Hurry back.”

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