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brandnewcouch · 4 months

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congested voices are so so so so so so so so so so so so fucking hot

#they’re just *mwah*#i will never recover #sneezeblr #snzfucker #snz thoughts #congestion

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not-a-matopoeia · 1 month

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I know it’s a slight departure from my normal posts but I have to say something. In s6 ep.11 at the very beginning Bobby says that Buck has an allergy to naproxen.

Naproxen is an anti-inflammatory non-steroidal (not a steroid) drug used to treat fevers and pain, it’s similar to other medications such as Ibuprofen.

Meaning canonically Buck cannot have the following: Aleve, Anaprox DS, Mediproxen or anything else that has naproxen in it.

So if you’re writing a fic or something similar and you’re like hmm this character needs to take some sort of pain medication you should probably stick to acetaminophen’s such as Tylenol.

I would stay away from other NSAIDs (nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs) as they can have crossovers (like you’re allergic to some protein or something else in one that might be in the other)- but that’s doesn’t necessarily mean you will be allergic to both. Some people are just allergic to ibuprofen and not naproxen and visa versa.

NSAIDs:

Aspirin

Ibuprofen (Motrin, Advil)

Naproxen sodium(Aleve)

All in all do what you want, I just find this interesting- especially as a person who has a penicillin allergy with crossovers (meaning I cannot take anything that has similar properties to penicillin whereas other people might be able to)

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fluffyllamas-23 · 8 months

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Omg omg omg hi I’ve read your fics omg I can’t believe you’re writing again!!!

If it’s not too much, could I request a sick and sneezy Bucky and any Steve of your choosing??

Thank you so much for the prompt!! It's definitely not too much to ask (and if you ever have any more ideas for Bucky I am happy to take them! I don't give Bucky nearly enough love, which is honestly a travesty) <3 <3 <3

Bookshop/Cafe AU where Bucky works in the bookshop part of the store and (post-serum) Steve works in the cafe part, and they’re cute boyfriends.

Steve was supposed to be off today, but he had all but jumped at the opportunity to cover for a coworker for no reason other than wanting to keep an eye on Bucky. They don’t work immediately together, but Steve works at the coffee shop within the bookstore that Bucky works at, which was how they met in the first place.

Anyways, he knows how it sounds, picking up a shift solely so he can make sure Bucky is okay, but hear him out. He promises it’s not for anything nefarious.

Bucky has been coming down with what’s shaping up to be an awful cold for the last day and a half or so. He’s still in that annoying phase of illness, where his body can’t quite figure out what it wants to do and is freaking out. He’s feeling way more rough than he usually does at this point of a cold, but he doesn’t really have many specific symptoms.

His head is throbbing, and his throat feels really scratchy and raw (and it sounds like it, too), but other than that he’s just dragging. He wants nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep for a year.

Steve had tried talking him into calling out since he’s not feeling well, but Bucky is nothing if not stubborn. He doesn’t want to take time off for this. It would feel ridiculous calling out for feeling vaguely unwell and not actively sick.

So, Steve feels like it’s his duty to keep an eye on things. And honestly, picking up a shift to make sure everything is okay is far less weird than browsing the aisles of the bookstore for hours until his shift finishes.

Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him. He does his best to ignore it, but can’t stop himself from glancing over in his direction. They make eye contact and Steve’s eyes widen slightly, and then his head immediately drops down. He goes back to wiping down the counter by the register.

Bucky rolls his eyes and shakes his head, laughing lightly. What a ridiculous man.

He turns his attention back to stocking the shelves. His boss had taken pity on him and wasn’t making him work in any customer-facing role (unless absolutely necessary) when she heard how gravelly and rough Bucky’s voice was when he got to work that morning. If they were less busy, his boss probably would have sent him home. She’s not in the business of torturing her employees. However, she’d already had three callouts, and she really does need Bucky there.

She promises that Bucky can have all the time off he needs soon, though.

Bucky clears his throat with a grimace. He really does need to track his boss down and see if he can go grab some tea at some point. That might help.

As if she can sense his question, he spots her walking over to him from across the room.

“How’re you holding up?” She asks with a frown. “I’m sorry you have to be here.”

He waves her off, “it’s fine, promise.” He winces when he hears his own voice. It’s shot to hell, and he knows he’s close to losing it.

“Do you need anything?”

He nods his head towards the coffee shop, “would you mind if I go grab some tea? I’ll be quick.”

“Not at all. Why don’t you go ahead and take your fifteen now.”

He furrows his brows, “but I already took that earlier.”

“Oh, did you? I don’t remember,” she says, shooting him a look. “It’s fine, James. Go take another.”

He looks around the store, there are people everywhere. A line is forming at the front of the store, and he can’t help the pang of guilt in his chest. “Peggy, we’re so busy.”

“I know,” she says, “but I just feel bad I’m keeping you here when you’re not feeling well and you being here at all is helpful. Go get some tea, sit down, come back in fifteen.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” he relents, but it’s more so he doesn’t have to keep talking.

He puts the last book back on the shelf and heads over to the coffee shop.

“Steve,” he croaks when he reaches the register.

Steve winces, “God, you sound bad, honey.”

“I sound worse than I feel. Peggy told me to take another fifteen.”

“I would have sent you home,” Steve grumbles, casting an annoyed glance in the bookstore’s general direction.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “stop. You know she can’t, and you know you’d still be here if it were you.”

“Fair enough,” he sighs, shifting his focus back to fussing over his boyfriend. “How do you feel other than your throat?”

He scratches at his nose, making a face at the prickle in his sinuses. “Eh…not great. Not awful. Hih…hih’tschiew! Snff! Snff! Sorry. Somewhere in the middle. I’m just so fucking tired. Could I get some tea? I don’t care what kind, surprise me.”

“Language,” Steve teases. He hands Bucky a napkin and then grabs a hot cup from the stack next to him. “Bless you. Want something with caffeine, then?”

Bucky turns away to blow his nose, and then he rubs at his chest with a sigh, “dunno…heart’s kind of racing. I’m not sure caffeine would be the best idea.”

Steve frowns. Bucky’s heart always races when he’s not feeling well, and even though he knows this is normal for him, he can’t help but worry.

“Go sit down, I’ll bring you something.”

Bucky makes it exactly two and a half more days before he has to admit defeat and whatever plague he’s caught decides it’s time to kick his ass.

Peggy sends him home after his lunch break. She tells him not to worry and to take as much time off as he needs.

He’s currently curled up in the blanket den on the couch that Steve insisted on building him, sniffling miserably into a tissue. This cold from hell has decided to take up residence in his head, and he’s less than thrilled.

His head is throbbing with an intensity he hasn’t felt in a while. It’s in his skull, and sinuses, and his head feels like it’s packed with cement. He’s been sneezing pretty much nonstop since he woke up, which is definitely not helping with how hazy he’s feeling. The only bonus of feeling this bad is that he doesn’t feel as disgusting as he probably should. His throat is killing him too, it feels like someone’s shoved a white-hot branding iron down it, and his voice is nearly gone at this point.

“hhh…hihh’isschh! isshh! Isschhh! Snff! Guh…this is so anndoyi’gg,” he sniffles, scrubbing at his nose with the tissue before blowing his nose into it. He balls it up and adds it to the growing pile next to him. He plucks another from the box, sniffling into it as his sinuses itched and burned again. “How is ihhh….it t-twendty twendty th-three a-and-heh…hhih’schhieww! Snff! Snff! And we h-havend’t combe up wihh…with a cure for the c-commbond cold yet-ihtschiew! Snff! Snff!”

“Bless you, sweetheart,” Steve frowns, rubbing his back. “Man, this cold is really kicking your ass, huh?”

Bucky groans, sniffling again. His breath catches, and then he’s coughing miserably into the blankets. A shiver runs down his spine, and he’s hit with a really woozy, disorienting feeling. He looks up at Steve with the biggest, most tragic eyes possible.

“Do I feel warmb? I thi’ggk I have a fever. Hih…hih’ihtschiew! Eh’tschuh! Snff! Snff! Hih-hih…Hih! Hih’ITSHHOO! Snff!” He blows his nose again, giving a couple more stuffy coughs before slumping back into the couch.

“Bless you. That last one sounded like it hurt,” Steve murmurs, pressing his fingers against Bucky’s cheek and stroking it. He grimaces, “ah...yeah, I think you’re right. You’re hot.”

Bucky blinks heavily, and then gives him a strange look, “Stevend, this is a weird timbe for a combplimbendt…you’re…hot…too?”

Steve smothers a laugh, “fever, honey. You have a fever.”

Bucky is quiet for a few moments while he processes what Steve just said. Then, he groans and buries his face in the blankets. “Oh mby god I’mb and idiot.”

“You aren’t an idiot…but…that does make me want to get a reading on your temp.”

“Hih’ihtschiew!”

“Bless-”

“Nng’xxcht!”

“-You. Don’t stifle, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

“I already have a headache,” Bucky grumbles, breath hitching again. “Ih’tschieww! Tsch! Iht’schieww!”

Steve kisses his cheek, leaving Bucky to go find him something for the congestion, as well as the thermometer.

“I’m going to make you more tea while I’m up,” Steve calls over his shoulder.

“Okay,” Bucky sniffles, groaning in annoyance when the sneezing just doesn’t let up. “hihh’itsschh! itsshh! Itsschhh! hhih’tschhieww! Ihtschiew! Snff! Snff!” He’s lightheaded at the end of it, head swimming as he tries to re-orient himself.

“How do you feel about taking NyQuill now?” Steve asks when he returns with everything. “I know it’s a bit early, but you’re miserable.”

“How about you just kill mbe indstead?”

“Mmm,” Steve says, handing him the tea and crouching down in front of him so he can stick the thermometer in his ear. “I think that sounds like a permanent solution to a very temporary problem.”

“Mbaybe this cold will kill mbe.”

“I don’t think it’s going to kill you…but I’m not entirely sure it’s a cold,” Steve frowns, looking down at the thermometer once it beeps. 101.9. He sticks it in Bucky’s other ear, hoping maybe the reading is off. 102. “You don’t usually get fevers…or feel this awful with colds.”

Bucky shrugs. Whatever this is definitely doesn’t feel like your normal, run-of-the-mill cold, but he doesn’t have the energy to do anything about it. He lifts the tea to his lips, but practically shoves it back into Steve’s hands as the steam makes the congestion shift, and then he can’t stop sneezing. After what feels like a dozen or so, the itch finally dissipates, and he’s left sniffling and coughing and so exhausted. All he wants to do is curl up and sleep for the rest of the day while Steve rubs his back and plays with his hair.

“Bless you. God, that sounded miserable, poor thing.” Steve fusses.

“Yeah,” Bucky croaks, eyes closing.

Steve hands him the meds, and then stands up and flops next to him on the couch, “take the NyQuil. Can’t sneeze if you’re unconscious.”

Bucky chuckles, which just launches him into another coughing fit. Steve grimaces and rubs his back. “Bei’gg undcondscious sou’dds ambazi’gg.”

“Wanna pick a show to watch while you’re waiting for them to kick in?”

Bucky sniffles, nodding as he slumps against Steve.

“Sorry for probably sndeezi’gg ond you a mbilliond timbes,” Bucky mumbles, voice muffled by the blankets.

“Hazards of being in a relationship,” Steve smiles, wrapping his arm around Bucky and adjusting so that he’s laying with his head on Steve’s chest. “If I get it, I get it. It’s fine.”

“Sorry.”

“James, look at me,” Steve says gently. Bucky looks up at him, and Steve cups his cheek. “It’s fine. You’re sick, and I care way more about you than I do about avoiding this. Stop worrying.”

“Okay. I love you.” Bucky sniffles, sounding very tired and far away. He can feel himself drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Steve says softly, kissing the top of his head.

And then, Bucky sleeps.

#stucky #fever #congestion #coughing #sneezing #steve rogers #bucky barnes #now I wanna write a part two where Steve catches it and Bucky is the sweetest ever but also that's always what I want in my fics lmao

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sneezarify · 5 months

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I woke up SO congested I could feel how thick the snot was in my nose.

I had to blow my nose for about 5 minutes straight just to get to a manageable level of congestion. (Even my ears feel clogged)

an hour or so later, and now I cannot stop having sneezing fits of 3-15 sneezes every once in a while….

interestingly, I don’t feel as though I ever sneeze rapid fire, but today…these doubles and triples leave me barely any time to inhale/breath between them 😮‍💨

thought I’d share whilst I lay sneezing in my blanket, because why not

Happy Sunday xxxx

#self obs #congestion #Nose blowing #snotty mess #Gonna grab a pack of tissues because my nose is starting to hurt #sneezing fit #still sneezing #snz fucker #snz fet #snz kink #snzblr

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snzftsh · 1 year

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idk how to explain it but do u guys also love that little squeaky sound that u hear when someone with a REALLY congested nose tries to do a big sniffle. like the congestion filling back their nose seconds after the sniffle.

#snz rambling #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz thoughts #snzblr #snz blog #snzfucker #congestion #sniffles

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whumpster-dumpster · 2 years

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Sick whumpees who don’t want to eat -- not because they have no appetite but because they’re so congested that they can only breathe through their mouth, so having a mouth full of food is a race not to feel like they’re suffocating (which worsens their cough)

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #sickness #food #congestion #breathless #coughing

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perplexingluciddreams · 3 months

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I always cough (sometimes a LOT) when I eat or drink anything, especially with drinking my juice.

I can't remember if this is whole life, but it has happened for quite a while, it is not new.

It is very irritating and often it hurts or feels uncomfortable. I just want to eat and drink without have to cough and cough afterwards to try "clear" throat. It never fully clears.

I also have a lot of congestion (mucus) most of the time, I wonder if it is connected. I get much more mucus in my throat and sometimes nose during and after I eat or drink.

Sometimes I also get "sick" with juice, if I drink big mouthful some will come back up and have to re-swallow down. Not nice :/.

I don't know why 🤷🏻‍♂️ but I don't like it ☹️

#words from my head #food #congestion #sick #emetophobia #emetophobia warning

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trinitycove · 5 months

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Today marks two weeks of using my OSEA Gua Sha tool. I have been changing my habits to become healthier during this time and they are all things I have done before, so I know what results I usually get without Gua Sha.

Here are the results I've seen with Gua Sha, but not without:

Glowing skin (it looks bright even when I get little sleep, which usually dulls my skin)

Removed dark circles and puffiness under the eyes (I didn't notice this myself, but when my bf brought it up I was pleasantly surprised)

Clear sinuses (I was often congested)

Reduced puffiness/water retention/inflammatin in the face and neck (the back of my neck is an area I focus on and I cannot believe the difference it makes)

Improved Premenstrual Syndrome (no symptoms at all)

A raise in my energy levels

More restful sleep

Improved chest acne (my chest is clear at the moment)

Improved mood (immediately following a Gua Sha session I feel very relaxed and my mood is positive)

Smooth lymph nodes (they were quite bumpy before, probably due to congestion)

I want to drink every drop of water around me (my blood sugars are fine, but for some reason I really want to hydrate)

Note: I do a PMS routine every 3 days and a daily face, neck, chest routine.

#me #gua sha #skincare #self care #tcm #traditional chinese medicine #OSEA #pms #inflammation #water retention #lympathic drainage #congestion #fluid retention

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flamingpen18 · 8 months

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We're Cursed

Whelp, it has happened. Both @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon and I have come down with whatever Dave brought home. I ran a fever all night and this sh*t went right to my lungs. My asthma is now messed up and my breathing is really tight. The congestion is unreal.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon is running a fever as well. We both were going ape trying to sanitize everything. We tried. We failed.

We were able to get some meds but there are three adults using the meds which means they will not last long. I'm out of nebulizer meds and my doctor is an ass. So when I say we're screwed, I mean it.

#sick as a dog #fever #coughing #asthma #asthmatic #I feel like shit.#sick #congestion

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whumpy-bi · 7 months

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Owen with allergies, based on my own real life experience—

He’s been stabbed before. He’s spent days in the emergency room after getting his ass kicked. He’s been drugged and knocked out and all sorts of things over the years.

But god, nothing drives him crazy like being unable to sleep.

He’s awkwardly propped up on the arm of the couch, trying to get somewhat comfortable while keeping his head upright. He knows he’s not sick, but he also knows he can’t rest his head at all without his nose instantly clogging up on him. Time is blurring into an indecipherable mess, Owen’s whole schedule thrown out.

He brushes off Blair’s look of concern, inviting her to sit by him. “It’s allergies, it’ll go away. ‘S not contagious.”

“Sure, but that doesn’t make you any less miserable, baby.”

“You…got a point, there.”

He moans in frustration again, pinching his nose in futility. When he looks back down, he sees Bobby on the ground, pointing his backside towards him. A clear demand for pick me up, dad.

Owen chuckles, extending an arm and setting the chihuahua down on his chest. The dog eagerly curls up on him, grunting in satisfaction.

Owen was exhausted, and irritated with his nose at the moment. But…things were okay.

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #writing #idk what this is #allergies #allergy whump #Owen #Blair #congestion

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burningchandelier · 2 months

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Rushing water sound and tinnitus in my ears save me.

Room spinning around me like a dance, keep me alive.

I’m begging, unearthly feelings of discomfort and disconnection from myself due to prolonged illness, do what you can.

#I have been very ill for several days #cough and cold #upper respiratory infection #a prolonged illness #tinnitus #cough #congestion #headache #phlegm #dizziness

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brandnewcouch · 5 months

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something that has no business being as hot as it is: characters that do a lot of public speaking catching a cold

they don’t even necessarily have to be fully sick. they could literally just have the sniffles, but if their voice is somewhat congested or hoarse? it impacts them so much.

they would easily be able to hide the fact that they’re under the weather if they didn’t have to talk, but now EVERYONE knows.

and nobody really knows what to do??? like the character seems fine, but they sound sick. should they acknowledge it?? would that be awkward?? should they just let it be?? but what if the character needs help??

and then of course you have the people that are closer to the character that can read them like a book. they know exactly how the character is feeling and they make them tea afterwards and tell them to rest their voice.

it’s just so simple and so good

#snz thoughts #sneezeblr #snzfucker #snz kink #snz fet #coldfucker #congestion #i’m fully thinking about effie trinket #i’m not sure what that says about me

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fluffyllamas-23 · 8 months

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Can I request some super sick Steve with a bad cold/sinus infection and Bucky being all cute and protective? Canon or AU! Thank you :))

Okay so I somehow missed the part of your ask where you requested that Bucky be cute and protective. I think I got the cute thing, but not sure about the protective thing. I hope you like it anyways! I'm on a real Stucky kick and this was so fun to write.

(Modern AU Stucky with post-serum Steve bod bc I can lol)

“Which pumpkin do you want?” Bucky asks, hands on his hips as he stares down at the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch they’re visiting..

Steve shrugs, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself as he shivers. “I’m good with whatever. Hey, can we stop for hot chocolate or tea or something on our way home? I’m freezing.”

“God that sounds incredible. Absolutely.”

Steve sniffles, rubbing at his nose. He reaches down to pick up one of the pumpkins near his feet. “hhh’ISCHih! Snff! Sorry. This is a good one.”

“Bless you. That is a good one,” Bucky agrees, looking at the large, round, bright orange pumpkin that Steve has in his hands. Steve adjusts the pumpkin, holding it like one might hold a baby on their hip.

When Bucky just stares down at the other pumpkins without making any move to pick one, Steve quirks a brow at him, “so…are you going to make a decision for yours, or are we going to be out here all night?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “it’s a very important decision.”

“Clearly.”

“Can’t pick the wrong one.”

A tickle blooms in his sinuses, and he rubs at his nose again, trying to ward off the impending sneeze. “Oh god no. Can’t have that. World War III might start if you pick the wrong pumpkin.”

“So you see my dilemma.”

Steve turns away from Bucky, “Ih’tschiew! Nng’tsch! Snff! Excuse me.”

“Bless you, sweetheart. Okay, I think I found one.” He says, walking a few feet to pick up one of the pumpkins he’s had his eye on since they got there.

“Well thank god for that,” Steve chuckles. “I was starting to worry we’d die here before you ever made up your mind.”

“I’d probably have gotten us out before we died,” Bucky says. Steve is still fussing with his nose when Bucky looks up at him. He looks deeply bothered. Bucky’s eyes soften, “hey…you okay?”

Steve nods, trying not to wince when he swallows past the sudden sharp, raw feeling in his throat. “Cold and windy out. That always bothers my nose.”

“Let’s get you warm, then. Still want to stop for tea or whatever?”

His breath hitches again, and he muffles a volley of sneezes into the crook of his arm. He nods, sniffling and trying once again to get rid of the itch that just does not want to leave his sinuses.

He scrunches his nose. “Y-yeah that s-hih…hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! That sounds ndice-hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! SnffSnff!...Snff! Oh mby god, sorry. Do we have andy tissues in the car?” Congestion seeping into his voice, blurring all of his consonants together.

“I’m not sure…are you feeling okay, Stevie?” Bucky says cautiously.

Steve grimaces, “I think I might be getting a cold.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky frowns, nudging him with his shoulder as they walk to pay for their pumpkins.

“It’s ndot a big deal,” Steve sniffles. “I’mb finde. I really dond’t feel that bad.”

“Okay…you promise?” Bucky says, and they both set their pumpkins down to be weighed. He hands the man behind the till his credit card and looks over at Steve.

Steve holds up three fingers, “scout’s hondor.”

“You sound like shit.”

“Gee, thagks. I’mb finde. I swear. It’s just a cold. I’ll take sombe mbeds whend we get hombe and ndap.”

Bucky decides to drop it, but he suspects that Steve is bullshitting him. The fact that he’s volunteering to take medication and have a nap instead of needing Bucky to sweet talk him into it is suspicious as hell. This never happens unless Steve feels downright awful.

But he isn’t going to get anywhere by forcing the issue if Steve isn’t ready to admit he feels awful.

So Bucky pretends he believes Steve.

“I’mb finde,” Steve says sharply as Bucky casts him what feels like the umpteenth concerned glance that car ride. “Stop looki’gg at mbe like that.”

He’s spent the majority of their drive to the coffee shop, and now on their way home, sneezing and coughing and sniffling. He’s sounding worse and worse, and Bucky can’t help the fact that he’s worried.

He’d been fine this morning, albeit a bit tired-looking and sounding, but nowhere near this level. It just kind of seems like it hit him out of nowhere with zero warning.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” He says nonchalantly, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulls onto their street.

“Y-yes you-hihhh…oh for the love of god-hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! Snff!” He sighs in frustration as Bucky pulls into the driveway.

“Bless-”

“-Dond’t say it,” Steve grumbles, rubbing his forehead. All of the sneezing has given him the worst headache. It’s throbbing and pounding behind his eyes and in his forehead, and he doesn’t care for it one bit.

“Stevie, come on,” Bucky says softly, putting a hand on his thigh. It’s like the touch melts him completely, and he suddenly deflates, sniffling pitifully. “It’s me. You don’t have to hide how you feel with me.”

Steve sighs in defeat. He’s right. There’s really no point in denying it any longer. He knows Bucky isn’t buying it.

He sure wouldn’t.

“I dond’t feel great, Buck.”

“I know,” Bucky says gently, giving Steve such a soft look, he could cry. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You can change and pick out something to watch and I’ll grab you some meds. Sound good?

Steve coughs into the crook of his elbow, “yeah that sou’ds great.”

“Okay, I really think we need to get you to a doctor,” Bucky frowns, looking down at the thermometer. “That, or this thermometer is broken.”

He had thought Steve felt warm while they were cuddling, but he wasn’t expecting the number it beeped in at.

“What’s it at?”

“102.4.”

“....Oh,” Steve mumbles, taking stock of how he feels. He grimaces when the conclusion he comes to is really bad. “Ndo, I thiggk that’s right.”

He’s been sick going on five days now, and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting any better. He’s getting worse, in fact. He’s been so congested and sniffly and sneezy that he was having a hard time getting any sleep. All meds did was take the edge off, but not enough to let him get more than a couple of hours at a time before he was awake again.

He’s exhausted and achy, and Bucky hates how listless he’s been.

“How are you feeling? What’s bothering you?”

“Awful. Everythi’gg. Mby face hurts,” Steve groans, eyes closing. He feels so congested that his eyes feel swollen.

Bucky winces, “I think you might have a sinus infection, Stevie.”

Steve feels his face gingerly before inhaling sharply and dropping his hands. “Ow.”

“God, yeah, this definitely sounds like a sinus infection.” Bucky groans, “let’s go to urgent care…get you some antibiotics, maybe some steroids…and stronger pain meds.”

“Cand we go later? I’mb tired.”

“Sweetheart, the sooner we go, the quicker you’ll feel better,” Bucky says, stroking Steve’s cheek. “I know you don’t feel well and going to urgent care is the last thing you want to do, but you need medical attention.”

It takes some more convincing, but eventually, Steve relents.

Or, rather, Steve allows himself to be bribed with a milkshake (and as much soup and as many snuggles as he could possibly want). All this in exchange for being a good patient (and not a pain in the ass, which were stipulations Bucky may or may not have added to their agreement), and going to the doctor.

Finally, after what feels like forty eight hours, they’re finally home from urgent care. Bucky claims it was only three hours, but Steve thinks he’s probably lying to spare his feelings.

He’s not sure why Bucky would need to spare his feelings, but there’s also no way that only took three hours.

They’ve been to the pharmacy already and have picked up his antibiotics and steroids, as well as the milkshake Steve was promised.

“Okay,” Bucky says, shutting the door behind them. “I’m going to put these away, you go get comfy in bed and I’ll bring you your meds and some tea and then we can cuddle while you nap.”

“That’s a great pland,” Steve sniffles.

“I thought you might like that,” Bucky smiles, stroking Steve’s cheek. “Let’s get you feeling better, yeah?”

They go up the stairs into their bedroom, and settle in for another quiet few days until Steve is finally feeling better.

They also finally carve those pumpkins.

#Stucky #modern au #fever #sneezing #congestion #I was watching Winter Soldier while I wrote the majority of this #and ironically I was writing Bucky be super cute with his boy while actual Bucky beat the shit out of Steve on screen lol #I prefer this tbh

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sneezarify · 9 months

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not sure if anyone around these ends are into snotty, congested colds and mostly nose blows. If so this post is for you!

I am not, but thought maybe this is worthwhile sharing, but I really don’t know haha?

/For anyone else, yes I’ve had a cold recently on my holiday :( (yes it was sneezy, coughing, miserable etc)/

OK, onto the snot!!

I’m struggling to understand how it’s possible that my nose produces as much snot as it does when I get sick?! I can quite literally blow my nose for like 10 mins straight and not be done. In fact I’m nowhere near done, I feel just as congested as when I began. I’m starting to genuinely believe my snot is endless, because I physically can not blow it out?! I admit I was VERY congested. Days 2-4 I couldn’t really breath, and when I tried to breath through my nose it was wet thick sniffles. It also felt like my ears were blocked.

To be fair I still can’t fully breath well through my nose. I’m pretty much over this cold now, yet my nose is still congested, and I’m STILL able to endlessly blow?!

Anyone else like this? Anyone interested in this kinda content?🙈