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eddieslov3 · 2 years

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First longer fic with Eddie Munson x Transmasc!reader . I just hope you will like it! In this one Eddie knows you're transmasc and is also madly in love with you, but you're oblivious. So a little sad but with a happy ending ;)! I just hope this is not stupid..

Trigger warnings: Transphobia, Homophobia, mentions of sexual actions, unprotected sex, oral, p in v, , drugs and alcohol (kinda), violence, dysphoria, unsafe binding. How to build a blunt with me (aka someone who never smoked weed). He likes to be called Master. Switch!Eddie and Switch!reader.

Its mostly fluff and sex but with a bit of plot...

Love, Love, Eddie Munson.

You're just staring at the words on your sheet of paper, your teacher gave you, your mind wandering. Today you woke up feeling super dysphoric and because you also had trouble breathing, you decided that binding wasn't the best idea. Yet you packed the bandages in your backpack. "Y/N are you okay you look so pale" a very familiar and to you comforting voice asks.

The Munson boy is looking at you from the row infront of you. Because usually you did talk to your best friend in Class. Today wasn't one of the days you were all bubbly and talkative. He frowned when you still didn't respond. "Hey.. Y/N." He even fully turned around his chair by now. With a low hum he just stands up. "Hey Mr.B. Y/N isn't feeling well, I'll get him home" he exclaims leaving both you and the teacher confused when he grabs your backpack, he didn't have to get his, because he never brought one like ever. And just drags you along out of the classroom.

Finally you realized what just happened and giggled while he just runs outside with you. Leaving school behind and jumping into his Van. "Come on baby, get in, lets go to my place" he said waving you over grinning. "Oh Eds you're such a mess, thanks for getting me out.. I.. I wasn't feeling well" you admit while getting in the car.

He snorts. "Yeah I know you little idiot", he says it lovingly and ruffles your h/c hair carefully. "I'm sorry that you have to go through that baby" he called you baby. He always does, it makes you feel special since he only ever called you baby. Even when the others are around.

Grabbing the steering wheel and turning the key, he does the little tounge thing and you can't not look at it. You stare at his hands in the process. No no no we can't be thinking about this...

You just think its adorable when he does. "You're doing it again Eds" you say putting your seatbelt on and then putting his seatbelt on for him too. "Doing what?" he asks starting the van and putting on music.

"the tounge thing! Put it away, no one wants to see your tounge!" you laugh and click in his seatbelt. He liked to be careless so you have been sticking with fastening his seatbelt because you don't want him to die. You lean back into your seat and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you kidnap me out of school again?" you ask him to get back onto the topic.

"You know how I care about you and can, clearly as your best friend, see when you're not feeling well. Especially when I know why~ so that's why we're gonna go to my place and just.. chill and smoke, okay?" he says his eyes focused on the road, but that somehow doesn't help since he isn't the best driver.

That is the last thing you're worried about. Became you're definitely used to his driving skills by now. "Smoking and just not thinking seems great", you respond clicking your tounge when he grins. "Oh please like you ever think at all" he teases trying to cheer you up, which is sadly not working at all. And he hates ut with a burning passion when youre upset. Hell.. he will do Anything just to make you feel better. To hear your beautiful laugh.

Slowly he pulls up to his Camper and parks the van a few feet away from it. As you buckeled him in, he also wants you to unbuckle him. "Baby can you unbuckle me?" he asks, voice soft and his gaze locked on yours. As soon as you hear him ask, you turn around and do it for him, your heads slightly bumping into each other. "Oh sorry Eds, I didn't mean to" you giggle and he just smiles. "Thats my boy" he says and unbuckles you before getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

You follow and gently close the vans door. He already has your backpack s you don't have to worry about that one. "Baby come on you're slow today" he calls out as he opens the campers door, smiling brightly as he sees that is uncle is not there.

Patiently he waits for you to walk in first. "What a gentleman you are, Eds" you say while kicking off your shoes and jacket. Even tho the camper wasn't the most beautiful or best decorated, you loved it there. The small bundles of trash from takeout or just old cans of beer and coke or the huge jar full with bottlecaps. Everything made you feel at home and safe. It may sound weird. It maybe could be that whenever you were with Eddie you could just be yourself and not face weird comments from classmates or even your own Family.

"Wanna drink something?" he asks you while you mindlessly walk to his room. "Can I maybe have a coke?" you then ask. He nods and grabs two cans and then hushes you into his room. Not really thinking about it you just crash into his bed, not long after he joins you. "So now can you finally really tell me whats wrong?" he knows, but on the other hand he also knows that it helps you when you can rant about it.

"nothing..." He already rises an eyebrow. "Ok ok fine, i couldn't bind this morning my lungs hurt from.. from binding too long and possibly wrong but how would I know" you ramble as he sets down the cans of coke on his nightstand. You run a hand through your hair. "So I didn't bind.. my mom called me her.. beautiful girl... And dad agreed." Your voice pitches a little when you say 'beautiful girl' just undermining how much you HATE when she calls you that. Because you did tell her you were trans.. she simply didn't care.

You quietly sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eddie lays down next to you, he's on his side, head propped against his hand. His other hand finding its way to you face wiping the tears carefully.

"she just doesn't care and it hurts Eddie.. its hurts so so much" you turn so that you can snuggle into his chest, not long after his arms wrap around you comfortingly. "Shh its okay.. she doesn't understand.. amd maybe she never will. But I understand and will never.. ever. You hear me baby. Never allow people to hurt you, even if it's your parents. No especially if your parents hurt you." he mumbles. "Really?" you ask sniffling.

He the looks at you, looking slightly hurt, you can tell that he is being dramatic. He lets go of you and swiftly brings his fist um to his heart collapsing onto the bed. You begin to laugh. "Oh no Y/N. You hurt my little black heart" he exaggerates and looks at you. You start laughing. "That's my beautiful boy.. no my beautiful manly man. You're manlier than me even, like have you seen me? I wear skinny jeans, babe" he said. Playing with his hair before sitting up again.

He grabs his weed and starts rolling a blunts always you look at him in awe. "You're Lite so good at this.." you look so awestruck everytime I do this" he mumbles doing the tounge thing again. "That's because I can't do it and try to copy your technique..." You say, telling the half truth. The other half being that you are literally crazy about his hands. He acts like he doesn't notice, but he always does. You're not particularly good at hiding shit from him. "You wanna try and roll one again?" he suggests. "We can do it together step by step.. come here" he pulls you closer and then goes to grab his grinder.

"that one I know, that's your Iron Maiden grinder, give that to me I can work that thing" you proudly say. He holds out his weed to you and you an smell him. He smells like cedarwood mixed with something that reminds you of how the sea smells with a tint of weed. But not the kind that smells awful. No. He just smells so fucking good. You just wanna lean into him and forget the world. Instead you grab the weed. "How many buds do we want?" you ask and he hands you two. "Just got a new delivery so as much as we like, which is two.. as of now. Wouldn't want you going home high as fuck" grinning he puts them in the grinder for you to crush them.

"That's right pretty boy" he says while breaking a cigarette for you, so that you can add tobacco to the blunt. You reach for his drawer. "Your filters were in your drawer right?" "Uh yeah the papes are there too" he says but he already has two filters between his lips. "Eds, can I have the one between your lips so we don't waste filters?" you ask, since he has two filters lodged between his lips. Grinning you reach out and take one, that's when he winks at you. "Thanks" you reach for the papes and give him one. "Now carefully look what I'm doing. I first take tobacco and put it in." You carefully watch and repeat the steps. "Now" he takes the grinder and empties it onto a small tray. "Some weed, make sure to spread it all over the tobacco" since he is concentrated his tounge is sticking out again, so does yours now tho. Doing as he says you smile, you knew these parts, what was hard for you was the blunt rolling. "Now the filter and then we roll" he states looking over. You're really focused on not fucking up. "Yes just like that. You're doing great" he smiles.

"now look how I roll it" he lifts your chin from your work and makes you look at his. With a few and quick movements, and him licking the pape, while you bite your lip, the blunt is done. "Voila" he grins. "Okay I can do that" you say, mostly to yourself. And then try, and to your surprise it works. You lick the pape and he looks you dead in the eye. "What?" you ask and roll the blunt. Not perfect but it works. "You're just adorable Sweetheart"

He grabs the blunt from your hands and sticks it between his lips. "Lets try, shall we?" Quickly he lights it and takes a hit, handing the blunt over to you. As always you take a hit just like him and lean down on the bed. His eyes scan you and you hold out the lit blunt. "Mh take it from me" you mumble and of course he does. After a few seconds of holding the smoke you puff it out in little circles. Eddie taught you one day and since then you like to show him every now and then.

Grinning widely he looks down at you and keeps smoking. "Good boy~" he purrs while softly blowing his smoke in your direction. "Thanks Master" you jokingly say and he just shoots you a weird look. "Mhh I like the sound of that" he mumbles but you're too distracted with sitting back up. "Mh what?" You ask and he just takes another hit, putting the thing aside and begins tickling you. "Eddie Stop!" you exclaim trying to push him away, beginning to laugh. "I will not, you little mischievous Idiot" he laughs lovingly while keeping to tickle you. This goes on for a solid ten minutes, but you actually don't mind. He is distracting you and you couldn't be happier.

He then gives up eventually, but you are still laughing and he can't help but look at you lovingly. "You're so pretty.." he mumbles and reaches out to cup your face.

A little confused you blink up at him. Without properly thinking, you answer. "No you are." He looks at you. Eyes to lips and back. You bite your lower lip slightly nodding. You don't need words, you just understand eachother. Slowly he leans in for a soft, pure and passionate kiss, slowly deepening it when he uses his thumb to open up your mouth a bit more, deepening the kiss. Slowly he pushes you down onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. "Eds.. I-"

"No, just.. let me know if you're okay with this.." he almost stumbles over his words but they still come out right and soft. Nodding you allow him to go further. "But.. just so you know.. I mean you know already- the point is. I have a vagina.. and you know." you reply while he just nods. "I know and that is okay." he continues, now slowly undressing you. If it is the weed that made you brave or him treating you like royalty, you just feel awesome.

Hesitantly you reach out for his shirt, carefully removing it from his body, tossing it somewhere next to the bed. Running your hands over his chest smiling and blushing at the same time. He chuckles. "You're adorable, you know that right?" he asks, while also tossing your shirt away, since you were already feeling bad in the morning, you had only thrown on a sportsbra, which he was quick to remove aswell. "Wow.. Y/N you're..."

Somehow this made you nervous so you covered up instinctively, he starts shaking his head slowly. "No need to Sweetheart, you're more than beautiful.. Handsome. The most handsome" he starts to leave small trail of kisses down your neck, then up again to your ear. Carefully he pulls you closer his hands toying with the hem of your underwear, you prefer to wear boxershorts, makes you feel manly.

Softly you take them off while looking at Eddie in the process. He just looks at you in awe, putting a strand of hair infront of his mouth. Clrearly blushing and pulling you close into a loving and pure kiss.

You can twll that he means it. Slowly he pulls you closer, kissing you slowly while you put your arms around his neck. You can feel his erection against your pussy, making you whine. "Oh fuck baby" Eddie hums into the kiss, rocking his hips slightly. Resulting in you moaning. "Eddie, please.." you say, voice breathy and shaking.

He continues and you start to rock against him. Grinning he looks at you. "Oh baby, you're so desperate for your master, arent you?" he asks, voice hoarse. His hands find their way to your ass and he holds you still while starting to massage it. Pressing your lips together yoy fight the urge to let out a lod moan. Instead you whimper and nust nod. "Use your words, Sweetheart~" teasingly he squishes your butt and then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"may I?" he polietly asks, and waits for your approval before continuing. You nod and look at him, lust in your eyes. With a slight chuckle he pulls on your underwear, with cooperating to take it off, the underwear flies across the room. "Fucking hell you're already so wet for me?" his tone shifted, his voice an octave lower while he lays you down on the bed to admire you. "Jesus H Christ.. you are even hotter than I could have imagined" he blurts out standing up to free his erection making you gulp. You bite your lip and immediately crawl up to him.

Licking your lips and looking up at him now it's his turn to whine. "Don't look at me like that, Baby" he warns you, but patiently waits for you to to do something. Finally close enough you adjust yourself. "I wanna give you a blowjob.. Please.. Master." you say giving him the best puppy eyes. "Mhhh fuck okay" he gives in pretty easily. "You're so fucking hot.." he mumbles while you take his cock in your hands and start licking the tip slowly. Trying to muffle his whines he bites his lip, lacing his fingers into your hair, grabbing it lightly. The power he now has over you makes you even wetter, you're basically dripping for him.

He throws his head back, his eyes rolling back with lust. He gently pushes you towards his lengh, just for you to lick all over and then take him fully in your mouth. "Fuck Sweetheart you're perfect" he moans through grittet teeth looking back down at you. While deepthroating his cock you innocently look up at him which makes him grunt, rutting his hips against you. You let him slip out of your mouth, licking your lips.

Now a little more confident, you stand up pushing him down onto his bed, crawling over him. "Now let me fuck you" you say running your hands over his chest, up to his throat scratching him a bit. He moans your name along with a few profanities. "Oh please do fuck me... You're literally so hot" he points out grabbing your butt and massaging it while pulling you into a heated kiss. You automatically deepen the kiss and just lay on top of him. His erection pressed to your lower belly, you grin into the kiss and start moving against it

"JesusH Christ, Y/N Sweetheart, you're being a tease" he grunts but still continues kissing you. "I know Babyboy" you tease him even more, your hand slipping between the two of you, running a hand over your wet pussy whining while doing, before using it to tease him even more, he can't thake hiss eyes off of you.

You coat his cock with your wetness as he moans your name again. "Fuck Baby" you say, slowly jerking him off teasing yourself with his tip. He starts to get impatient and grabs your hips slowly pushing himself into you. Both of your moans mix and you dind it extremely hot when he just carelessly moans, especially when he sits up, as he is doing, leans back a bit on one hand using the other hand to hold you in place, fucking you just right. "Fuck Right there keep going" you whimper and start moving against him.

Both of you moaning eachothers names and nicknames, when you call him Master again he starts moving a little faster, you lace your Hands around his neck, holding yourself steady. Which leads to him leaning forward to use his free hand to rub your clitoris. "I'm cumming" you moan at the pleasent feeling of him now hitting the right spot. "Me too Babyboy" he whines. Working to your highs together always gets you. As you feel his warmth fill you, your body reacts by climaxing aswell, juices mixing, him being out of breath, his locks sticking to his face from the sweat that build up.

For a moment the two of you continue moving, causing you to quickly climax again. "Fuck that was hot, not gonna lie" he admits grinning while slowly pulling out of you, carefully. He then gets up to grab a towel, slowly and as careful as possible to clean you up. "God I'm so in love with you Eds" you finally admit while he is cleaning up your pussy. With a slight chuckle he looks at you. "Good because I also am deeply in love with you, Y/N"

I so hope this didn't suck, I hope this made some people happy ;) and just hope you also like it. And just saying my inbox 📥 is open for ANYONE who needs help or just someone to vent or just if you wanna send me cute pictures of your pets! Have a Lovely day and just know you can also suggest things for me to write! I'm also open to write for different fandoms and ofc different stranger things characters!

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dontfeeltoohot · 5 years

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Here is some high school teacher stucky au for you guys! I wrote it a while back and thought this was good enough to post. :) Lemme know if you like it!

Bucky shivers as he walks into the science lab, huddling into his pea coat while he flicks the lights on. He’s just put his bag down onto his large desk chair when his nose gives a twitch, then another. He’s tired and a little cranky from not having much sleep due to finals coming up soon for his kids. Rubbing at his nose a little, he takes his coat off and drapes it over the back of his chair, then lets out a little cough.

There’s an hour till classes start for the day, and the idea of nine more hours in the building makes Bucky feel antsy. He moves without thinking, bypassing his own tiny teal colored Keurig machine to go to the staff room. When he walks in, he finds Kate and Clint, the schools two physical education teachers, eating muffins. Sam and Nat are talking quietly in the corner, and he sees Steve, fixing himself a cup of coffee. Perfect.

Steve had come in earlier than he had, needing to finish up grading some papers, while Bucky had slept an extra twenty minutes instead.

“Hi,” Bucky mumbles, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. Steve smiles and looks at him.

“Hey! ...you sleep alright? You look tired,” Steve observes, drowning just slightly. Bucky nods and blushes a bit, putting a few strands of hair behind his ear.

“I’m fine,” he assures, pouring some coffee in his own mug, the one his husband gave him two years ago that says ‘Worlds Best Teacher’ on it. Steve worries at him the rest of the time he’s in the staff lounge, holding his hand under the table with Nat and Sam, squeezing it when he coughs a little. With ten minutes till the kids will be walking in, Bucky moves back to his lab, stopping by the art room with Steve as he goes.

“Take it easy today honey,” Steve murmurs. Bucky nods, trying hard not to get snappy. It’s not Steve’s fault he’s not been sleeping well, or that he’s left the exams to be done until now.

“You too,” Bucky takes the oblivious route, not wanting Steve to know just how tired he really is. By the time he gets back into the lab, he has two minutes to gather himself before a few of the early birds trickle in. He says hello and is almost thankful it’s dreary out, as it seems to subdue everyone. He draws the blinds up so natural light is getting into the room.

Thirty minutes later, Bucky is walking as slowly as he possibly can to the door. Technically, when the bell rings, it means kids are late, and Bucky is meant to send them to the office so they can spend the first period in detention. He’s never understood why you would send a child to detention where they’re not learning anything, for being a minute late, instead of just letting them in. There’s only two kids who haven’t shown yet, and he really doesn’t feel like being the bad guy today.

That’s the nice thing about where he works- most of the kids like him. They think he’s cool, don’t mind his left arm is metal, or that he’s married to Steve. He tries to be open with all his students- the first day of school he always addresses his arm, how he was in an accident as a child, and tells everyone that yes, he and the art teacher are married, and have been for six years.

Needless to say, he’s happy that Peter runs in as quickly as he can, looking guilty as Bucky’s eyebrow raises at him.

“Sorry Mr.B! Woke up late this morning,” the eleventh grader says as he sits down at his table. Bucky shrugs, giving him a small smile.

“You’re lucky I’m tired and don’t really want to deal with arguing with Fury today Parker,” Bucky shakes his head, earning a few laughs. It’s no secret he and Principal Nick Fury don’t see eye to eye with a lot of things. Again, he doesn’t think detention is the right thing for kids.

Peter laughs as he sits down. “Mood.”

Bucky teaches AP Biology, Human Anatomy, Earth Science, and his favorite, Space Science. Space Science is the optional elective for 11th and 12th graders that excel in science. All the kids there want to be there, and it’s nice for Bucky to be able to relax a bit more with the older kids. Sometimes he envies Tony, who gets to teach design technology, but then again, he wouldn’t trade his job for anything.

“Alright guys, let’s settle down. I know there’s only a week till thanksgiving break, but we still have a few things to learn,” Bucky announces, walking back up to the board. Most of the kids settle down, save for the few whispers. He can deal with that. Most of them already understand most of the human anatomy that he’s taught anyway.

After his first and second period, he has an hour long break. Today, Steve has his break at the same time, since it’s an A day. B days they’re on opposite schedules. His throat’s starting to feel a little sore, but he knows it’s because his Earth Science class is always his rowdiest, the one he has to talk the loudest in. Walking down the corridor to head down to Steve’s room, he tells a few kids to stop running, has to ask another why they’re sitting in the hallway, and then finally he makes it to Steve.

“Knock knock,” Bucky says softly, opening the halfway shut door. Steve is talking with Gwen, one of the more hopeful art students that he talks about having. “Whoops, sorry, I’ll wait outside,” Bucky smiles, walking back out to let them have their privacy.

Two minutes later, Gwen walks out and Bucky walks in, sniffling a little. He rubs at his face and then moves close to his guy.

“Sorry, she wanted some extra pointers on her project,” Steve explains, moving some hair from Bucky’s face. Bucky hums, wrapping his arms around the taller man.

“You’re so wonderful to them,” Bucky smiles. His nose gives a little twitch, just barely, and he rubs a his wrist against it before sighing tiredly. “Don’t give me that look, they all love you,” he adds when Steve tries to brush it off.

“Maybe. But all your kids love you, hell, even kids that you don’t teach love you,” Steve shoves him playfully. Bucky chuckles and shrugs, sitting on one of the long tables.

“Did you want to get lunch? I’m starving,” Steve says as he shuts a notebook on his desk.

“Mm, sure,” Bucky nods, though he’s not entirely hungry himself. He figures he should have a little something, but the idea of cafeteria food, no matter how good their small private schools is, doesn’t sound appetizing at all.

They walk to the large ‘cafeteria’ that has four different places to get different types of cuisine. Bucky decides ultimately on going with a sandwich like Steve, ordering a turkey and cheese panini. He chooses lemonade and some SunChips and then follows Steve to the checkout. He scans his ID badge on his lanyard and then looks at his husband.

“Wanna sits with Sam and Scott?” Steve asks, looking over by the wall of windows, where the other two teachers are sitting.

“Sure,” Bucky nods, feeling an itch unfurl in his head. He grits his teeth as he makes his way to the table, setting his food down quickly as he scrambles to get the neck of his sweater he’s got on over his mouth and nose.

“hh’kst! hgxtch! hihh-ihdschh! Oh...excuse me..” Bucky blushes a little and sniffles when Steve and Scott bless him. He sits down and sniffles into his sleeve a moment. The sneezes make him feel a little stuffy, but he tries to ignore it, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“You guys ready for fall break? I know Nat and I are,” Sam sighs, eating some of his wrap. Steve nods, sipping at his coke.

“Definitely. It’s been a long few weeks.” The blond says. As they continue to talk, Bucky starts to get tired, and soon the bell is ringing and everyone at the table is looking at him.

“You zone out there Barnes?” Sam laughs, and Steve gets that little crease between his brows, like he does when he’s worried.

“Sorry, yeah, guess I’m more ready for that break than I thought,” he jokes, standing up. He’s eaten barely half of his sandwich. He drops it in the trash and kisses Steve’s cheek.

“Need to get back, I love you. I’ll see you at the end of the day,” Bucky promises, hugging him quickly before Steve can worry at him, and then he leaves.

His third period goes well, AP Bio kids usually are pretty self sufficient, but it’s surprisingly his fourth period where he starts to drag. Space Science students have a real passion for the subject, and Bucky couldn’t ask for a better batch of kids. But today it seems as though everyone’s in a bad mood.

A few seniors are obviously over working and don’t want to listen. Three girls won’t stop talking. Bucky’s starting to lose his patience.

“Guys! Come on, seriously, please focus,” Bucky grits out, trying to get through his power point. When the girls don’t stop, Bucky pauses.

“Jenna, please switch seats with Garner.”

The whole class freezes. “Now…”

Jenna moves quickly and the rest of the class is spent taking notes. When there’s two minutes left, Bucky tells everyone to pack up.

“I’m sorry guys...for being a jackass today, I’m tired, and shouldn’t have taken it out on you. But you guys need to listen. I know we’re close to break, but you guys are usually so great,” he says, clearing his throat when his voice goes a little hoarse near the end. The bell rings and Bucky let’s everyone go, annoyed at himself for acting like that.

The man sits down and checks his email, coughs a few times into his sleeve. When his nose gets that combination of runny and stuffy, he snags a tissue out of the box on his desk and blows his nose softly. It only proves to irritate it, and he presses the tissue to his face.

“Ihhtsch! hihh’gkkst! ixschh’uh!” Bucky blows his nose once more and then pitches the tissue into the trash can. He realizes then, that he’s not feeling particularly well, but brushes it off. People always get like this when they’re going off little sleep. He’s about to get up and grab his things when Steve walks in, looking handsome in his khakis and button down, leather jacket hugging his muscles.

“Ready to go babe? I wanna stop by the store on the way home to pick up some pasta to make,” Steve speaks, rubbing Bucky’s back before letting him up out of the chair.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Bucky pulls his pea coat on. He sniffles and rubs at his nose a little, rubbing harder when his nose twitches from sensitivity. Once he’s got his bag, he takes Steve’s hand and they make their way to the car in the staff parking lot.

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“Dinners ready,” Steve calls, and when he gets no response, he turns the oven off and then walks to the living room. Bucky’s lying on the couch, laptop on his stomach, eyes shut. He’s breathing through his mouth, hair hanging in his face.

“Hey baby, dinners ready,” Steve whispers, pressing a hand to Bucky’s shoulder. The man wakes up, blinking, bleary. He sniffles and then curls into himself, snapping his arm over his face.

“hkschh! ihstchh! ...ihh’H! itchuhh! Fuck, sorry..” Bucky rubs at his face. His head is itchy, like the sneezes have been building up as he’d slept.

“Bless you!” Steve finally says when Bucky looks back up.

“Thangks…” he sniffles a few times, then swallows. He feels like all his energy has been sucked out of him, and his throat’s been shredded. Steve frowns and puts a palm onto his guys forehead.

“You feeling okay?” Steve asks when he can’t tell if the warmth that’s on Bucky’s skin is fever or from wearing a sweatshirt and napping.

“Yeah, I’m finde..” Bucky sniffles a little more thickly, another tickle blooming in his sinuses. His nose gives a twitch, right around the nostrils, and he tries to apologize before the sneezes start.

“Sorr-soruuh-hxstxhh! hgkkst Istchhew!!” He tries to stifle the second sneeze but it just makes the third itchier. He shivers a little and rubs the cuff of his sleeve against his nose, trying to get at the tickle that just doesn’t seem to want to stop.

“Bless honey...if you’re getting sick we can relax tonight,” Steve murmurs, kissing Bucky’s hair. Steve’s known Bucky for long enough to know that he only gets those shivery, itchy sounding sneezes when he’s sick.

“I’mb finde Stevie,” Bucky assures, but he knows he can’t get away with it, not with how stuffy he sounds. Steve kisses his temple and rubs his back a little.

“Sorry...i’mb tired, I’ll be alrightd by tomorrow,” he promises, coughing. Steve looks at him, a little unbelieving.

“Sure babe,” Steve entertains, but goes to the kitchen to check their medicine cabinet.

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“humpxschh! ihdschh! ihhschew!”

Bucky let’s out the stuffy, coldish sounding sneezes into the crook of his arm, sighing after. Steve presses the hand that’s already on his back, a little harder.

“Bless you honey,” Steve murmurs, looking absolutely fond and sappy. He rubs at Bucky’s shoulder, drops a kiss to it when Bucky looks at him all bleary and stuffed up.

“So ready for the weekend,” he says after a moment, still sniffling into his wrist as they walk to their car. The work day had gone by in a haze of DayQuil and sneezes, and they’re finally able to relax due to it being Friday.

Steve’s gaze softens and when they get to the car, he opens the door for Bucky, kissing his cheek before moving to get in the drivers side. In the four seconds it takes for him to make the walk around the car, Bucky’s got a few tissues pressed up against his pink nose, muffling sick sounding sneezes into them.

“Hkitsch! Hmpstchh! itschhuh!” He sniffles wetly, then again, then tugs the tissues up enough so he can really scrub at his poor sensitive nose. He’s got that soft look to his face too, all tired and like he needs a warm blanket and a good hug.

“Do you wanna get anything specific for dinner?” Steve asks, making Bucky shrug.

“Not really hungry Steven,” he mumbles, leaning his seat back. Steve puts the warm air on and then drives as gently as he can, hoping to lull the man to sleep.

#my fic #hs au

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