Im so glad you’re still accepting asks! Im doing online school right now too and it’s very time consuming :( I read your fics as my study break ❤️ I was hoping you could write anything with Steve sick with a fever and puking?
Hi, thanks for this request, I love sick Steve! Hope you’re online school is going well, I know it’s a difficult transition, I’m dealing with it myself as well, but we can do this!
This ones pretty short, so sorry about that. Also it’s a non hero verse AU situation. They’re just normal dudes who live together, you can decide if they’re friends or if they’re romantically involved. Hope that’s okay!
Steve trudged down the hallway, feeling heavy and sluggish, like his legs didn’t want to move. He forced himself to turn the corner toward the living room, where he knew Bucky was playing video games.
“Buck,” he said, the word spilling from his mouth, just before a gush of his stomach contents followed.
“Shit, Steve, what the fuck?” Bucky jumped up from the couch, pulling his headset off and tossing it onto the floor. He moved to Steve’s side, who was now hunched over, ralphing all of over the floor, to rub his back. Steve’s shirt was damp with sweat, he obviously had a fever.
“Sorry,” Steve coughed between heaves, continuing to add to the mess on the rug.
“S’okay, just get it all up,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head.
Steve gagged up another mouthful of sludge, then let out a loud belch, and finally seemed to settle. He remained bent over, bracing himself on his knees and breathing heavily for a moment, before he let Bucky manhandle him upright and drag him over to the couch, depositing him unceremoniously.
“I’m gonna clean that up, will you be alright for a minute or do you need a trashcan?” Bucky asked.
“I dunno,” Steve shrugged, curling in on himself, eyes drooping shut.
“Alright, well it’s here just in case,” Bucky said, dragging the can over to sit in front of him anyway. He didn’t want another mess to clean up. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over Steve, who looked even smaller now than he normally did, all pale and sickly. How this boy managed to get sick so much is something Bucky would never understand.
Steve let out a queasy sounding belch into his fist, muttering “s’cuse me, m’sorry” after.
“It’s fine Stevie, your stomach ain’t feeling good,” Bucky shushed him, getting to work on the floor.
By the time he was finished, Steve was fast asleep, curled practically into a ball in the corner of the couch. He had an arm draped protectively over his stomach, which Bucky took as a sign that he should leave the trash can where it was, and sat down next to Steve to resume his video game, making sure the volume was low enough that it wouldn’t wake up the poor boy.