Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> This time, you get sick and Bucky takes care of you.
Disclaimer: Part One is here. Fluffy fluff, reader gets sick and stays in the hospital for two days, mention of one bed trope, Bucky reads a romance novel to pass the time, Bucky can cook -- family recipes, extra fluff end. Not fully proof read.
Bucky noticed the signs before anyone else did.
First, the yawns that continued after you had your morning coffee. Then it was the visible tiredness in your eyes. Pretty soon after that, you started pulling your punches in training, taking a moment after you stood up and eventually lost your appetite.
So, with his day off, he took a drive to the grocery store and stood in the kitchen all day.
“You need to eat something,” Bucky told you as he placed a bowl of stew in front of you. “Ma used to swear by this recipe.”
You smiled a little and slowly took the spoon he handed you. “Thank you.”
Bucky moved away and towards the sink to finish up the dishes that needed washing.
“Have you been feeling okay?”
You hummed. “Why?”
“Just..tryna make sure.”
You smiled, picking at your food. Usually you’d have it half-eaten, by now. Especially when it was one of Bucky’s recipes. You had barely eaten in two days – your appetite had slowly been disappearing.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Bucky.”
Bucky smiled a little, turning around to face you. “You spend most of your time worrying about everyone else. Someone’s gotta worry about you, doll. Only fair.”
A weak and tired smile ghosted across your face for a moment. But it was quickly replaced with something else.
“Oh, god.”
Jumping from your seat, you covered your mouth and ran directly from the kitchen towards the hallway bathroom. Just making it, your body decided to throw one of your favourite meals into the toilet.
A few seconds later, Bucky’s hand came to replace your own around your hair before he started drawing circles on your back with his palm.
“Feel any better?” Bucky asked you after a short moment of silence.
Resting your head against the heel of your palm, you shook your head. “Nope.”
A half smile graced Bucky’s face for a moment. “Think you can stand long enough for me to carry you to your room?”
“Hold on,” you told him before you started throwing up again.
“Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, Bucky set you on your feet inside your en-suit bathroom.
“Rinse your mouth,” he told you. “I’ll be back in a second.”
The feeling of wanting to puke settled a little once the taste was gone from your mouth, but as you looked back up from the sink, your vision started to blur.
“B-bucky?”
The next thing you felt was his arm around your waist. “Whoa, hey. Hey, stay with me.”
“The rooms..spinning.”
Your words were beginning to slur just as the pounding in your head got louder.
“Friday, call Banner, now!”
Bucky laid you down on your bed just before you passed out. Placing his hand over your forehead, you were starting to burn up.
Banner came running into your room a few seconds later.
“She’s just passed out and she’s burning up.”
What followed was two days of a hospital stay to bring your vitals back up, and a further two days back in your own room.
“What could have done this?” Bucky asked one of the nurses, one night as he sat and watched over you.
“She’s done back to back missions-”
“She’s done them before. I’ve done them with her.”
The nurse nodded. “She’s human. Flu seasons’ approaching and being run down makes her vulnerable. Next time, make her take a break, if you have to.”
Bucky nodded in response.
Over the following days you spent sleeping in your room, Bucky stayed by your side for most of it. Every once in a while, you’d turn over in your sleep.
“Looks like a good one. Interesting?”
Bucky lowered his – well, your – book from his face. He found you laying on your side, your hand under your face. You were already looking better. You looked tired, but not exhausted.
He turned the book over and looked at the cover. It was some kind of romance book he’d plucked from your shelf. Compared to the rest of your books, it was pretty well worn. He’d seen you read it a few times over the years he’d known you.
At first, he’d found it cheesy. Then he found himself ten chapters in and unable to put it down.
“Well, they’re both kind of idiots, but he’s just realised he’s in love with her.”
You smiled. “Why do you seem mad about that?”
“He’s been in love with her since the start of this damn thing. If I were him, I wouldn’t have waited so long to figure it out.”
You nodded towards the book. “What chapter are you on?”
“Twenty three.”
You smirked, “Just fourteen more chapters to go.”
“Fourteen?! You’re meaning to tell me I’ve got to read about these two idiots for fourteen damn chapters before they actually do something about it?!”
You laughed, “Yeah.”
Bucky’s eyes fell on you again. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. What happened after I passed out?”
Bucky sat up in the chair. “Do you not remember?”
“It’s a little foggy,” you admitted. “I remember waking up in med-bay. And then again when you climbed into bed with me because I asked you to.”
Bucky would remember that for as long as he would live. You’d both shared a bed twice before. Once during a mission, and once after a night out.
Rather, the night out had been Sam’s idea with the rest of the team. Bucky had gone, but you had stayed home since you’d gotten back from a mission just twelve hours before. Thing was, Bucky had come home early.
It was when your phone rang with a call from one of the bar owners in the city telling you to come and get Sam before he threw up anymore, that you got out of bed only to run into Bucky in the hallway.
“Where are you going?” He asked as he watched you shove a jacket over your – his – hoodie.
“To get Sam.”
“I’ll come with you.”
It had taken you and Bucky almost forty minutes to get Sam into bed. First, he’d wandered off into the kitchen in search of food. So, you made him some whilst Bucky made sure he didn’t wander off. When he did, he dragged him back.
By the time you finally got him into bed, you didn’t like the idea of leaving him alone all night in case he puked but couldn’t get to the bathroom in time. So, you planned to stay on his sofa bed.
But Bucky wasn’t going to let you stay on your own.
Sam woke the next morning with a terrible hangover but extra evidence for his own piece of mind that you and Bucky were going to end up together.
“Anything else you remember?” Bucky asked you after a moment.
You nodded. “I woke up a few times in my bed, but if I said anything, I don’t remember.”
Bucky nodded. “Think you can stomach some real food? Banner put you on IV but the nurses gave me some advice.”
“If by real food, you mean your recipes, then yeah. I can try.”
Bucky smiled. “Just so you know, they’re family recipes. Perfected by my ma.”
“I wish I could have met her.”
Bucky smiled, “You would have loved her. And she would have loved you. Wouldn’t have liked the fact you weren’t taking a break after missions.”
“Oh, please.” You turned onto your back. “She’d hit you with a tea towel for doing the exact same.”
“Maybe, but only one of us had serum running through their veins.”
You laughed. “Very funny, Barnes.”
Bucky laughed before standing and holding out his hand. “You haven’t moved in four days. Think you can make it to the kitchen without dying on me?”
“I can try.”
Bucky helped you stand, but gave you a moment in case you got dizzy again. And he stayed by your side, opening the doors, all the way into the kitchen where he pulled out a stool for you and handed you a bowl of his Ma’s famous stew recipe.
You managed to eat half a bowl and keep it down.
Once you’d finally finished, Bucky washed up and joined you on the sofa. You searched for twenty minutes, scrolling endlessly until Bucky plucked the remote from your hands and clicked a film.
One of your favourites.
Secretly, your ultimate favourite.
But the last time you’d mentioned it, it had been almost two years ago and Tony had teased you relentlessly for it until Pepper shared his.
Bucky watched as your eyes grew heavy again and you fought against sleep in order to watch the film. So, with a light hand, he moved your shoulder and you laid down on the sofa, your head on his lap.
“Get some rest,” he told you, his voice soft.
With his fingers running through your hair, you were asleep within seconds.
The film had fifteen minutes left by the time Sam walked in, slowed his steps when he saw the sight in front of him, and laid his go-bag on the other sofa.
“Is she any better?”
Both men kept their voices low in an attempt not to disturb you. Bucky nodded, “Banner prescribed her some antibiotics.”
“And is the boyfriend treatment a part of that prescription?” Sam asked, slowly.
Bucky cocked a smirk, “Samuel.”
“Dude, you’ve both literally slept at each other's bedside when the other one had been sick. You put on her favourite film, made her favourite meal- don’t try and deny it. I could smell it down the hall.”
Bucky sighed. Sam was right. He didn’t like that he was right, but he was right.
“There’s extra on the stove, if you want some. Just heat it up.”
Sam was already making his way into the kitchen. “Nearly two weeks without a home-cooked meal? Hell yeah I’m having some.”
Sam returned a few minutes later with a steaming bowl and a spoon. “Dude, you gotta tell her.”
Bucky shushed him. “You’re gonna wake her.”
Sam shook his head, taking another bite of his food. “Whatever you say. But I’m being serious, Buck. You deserve to be happy, too. You should tell her.”
Bucky turned his head and looked at his friend. Deep down he knew he was right. Not even deep down. Bucky knew he was right.
But he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud yet. Both the fact that he was falling in love with you, and that Sam was right.
“You’re gonna wake her. Either sit down or go to your room.”
Sam made a face. “And watch you two love birds in your romantic cage? No, thank you.”
“Sam.”
Sam hurried out the door. “Alright, alright. I’m going. Look, I’m leaving. I’m gone!”
But just as Bucky settled back down, Sam popped his head around the corner.
“You know I’m right.”
Bucky shot him a look, but Sam just laughed to himself as he walked down the hall with his food. “He knows I’m right.”
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Hi 🥺 I am DYING to see kiss promt 32 for f!sole/danse 😭😭😭 All of your writings are so wonderful 🥺🥺😍😍
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kiss prompt #32: “.. to wake up.”
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Danse:
danse slowly woke up to the sounds of soft snoring besides him, his eyes opening carefully to avoid straining it. with a soft groan, he rubbed his eyes, trying to pull himself away from sleep but immediately paused, realizing where he was.
quickly, he turned his head to the side, only to feel his heart beat at the sight of sole sleeping soundly, her back flat on the bed. his face flushed upon processing the events that occurred the night before, all the moments replaying in his mind over and over. something he’d never thought he’d ever do or have the time to get to, he finally did, especially with someone he treasures with all his heart.
carefully, he moved closer, pulling the blankets to her chest to protect her from the cold. danse propped himself up with one elbow to get a better view of sole. his eyes traced every part of her- her bare body, peaceful features, and that godforsaken smile and flush that plastered her cheeks as her chest rose and fell with every breath. god, she was immensely beautiful. what did he do to deserve such an angel?
he didn’t know the answer. danse knew he would never find one and instead, decided to appreciate the scene in front of him. it was full of purity, tranquility and innocent he’ll never find elsewhere.
his free hand found her cheek, gently brushing a thumb on her flushed skin. a soft smile formed on his face as he continued to admire her silently. it was hard for him to do this while she was awake, often getting embarrassed or timid upon getting caught but this.. this was much easier.
sole leaned into his touch unconsciously, the warmth naturally drawing her in and he let out a small chuckle at the sight.
he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he melted into the softness of it. before he could withdraw from it, he felt soles hand slowly move up to rest on his chest and she kissed back, a content sigh escaping her lips. so he let it linger a little longer, wanting to memorize this feeling he never wanted to stray away from.
he pulled away after a few seconds, his breath fanning her mouth as he whispered quietly against her lips. “goodmorning, love.”
sole smiled with half lidded eyes, still tired from the night before. her fingers continued to brushed over his bare chest as she stared up at him. “‘morning, handsome. how long have you been awake?”
“long enough for me to fall in love with you more.”
sole let out a sleepy giggle, a blush growing on her cheeks. he was definitely much more romantic when they were both alone, but she loved him either way. “jeez, you’re gonna kill me someday.”
“i could say the same.” he responded with a small grin, his thumb still caressing her cheek as she closed her eyes, humming in acknowledgement.
“still tired, i assume?”
“who would’ve guessed?” she bantered with a soft smile. that same smile that had his heart the moment she first flashed it at him.
he chortled softly at her comment, pecking her lips as he whispered. “i’ll give you time to recharge while i make breakfast. i’ll wake you up when it’s ready, love.”
sole nodded, opening her eyes once more to stare at him. “thank you, danse.” she murmured with a soft pink dusting her cheeks, “i love you.”
he slid his hand behind her head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving to the kitchen.
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7 o’clock. That was when you were supposed to come home today. But then a robbery broke out. And then that turned into a hostage situation that “only you” could handle. Yes, you loved being a hero but, you loved the food your boyfriend made (and your boyfriend) a little more. What time had you come home? Only midnight. Which, you admitted to yourself, could be worse.
When you finally arrived home, you found your dinner, Katsuki’s famous spicy curry, wrapped up waiting for you. By some miracle, the curry was still slightly warm, meaning you didn’t have to wake up Katsuki with the noises from the microwave. You scolded yourself for not hurrying the job up earlier.
As slowly and as quietly as you could, you crept to your shared room. Having not bothered to turn on the lights yet, you could faintly make out the dark silhouette of a blob on your bed. Slightly confused as to what the hell was sitting on your bed, you turn on your flashlight.
You could help the small aww that escaped you. There was your blond bomb of a boyfriend, cuddling your giant teddy bear that he had won you on one of your dates. A lightbulb went off in your head. Pictures! Pictures that could be used as blackmail. You start to grin evilly. Oh, he’s going to be so pissed in the morning. Carefully moving the giant stuffed bear, you slide into your spot in the bed. Bakugou stirred slightly, causing your movements to still.
“Y/n/n? Is that you?” His voice was so thick with sleep, his words were almost inaudible. “Of course ‘Suki. Who else would it be?” After hearing your voice, his arms gripped your waist tightly. He gives you a slow, gentle kiss. “I missed you today.” “ I missed you too ‘Suki.”
To those that follow Bucky Barnes and the Christmas Miracle:
I just finished writing the 7th chapter and will post it sometime next week. It actually might be done in time for Christmas. And won’t that be a miracle in and of itself.
