chirs

Me: Wow! It’s  2 a.m, I should go to sleep!

Also me:

  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My mind: skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam noora is such a queen skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam i love william skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam eyewitness is also a great show skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam philip and lukas are so cute skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam skam
  • Psychic: what the fuck
Sick

Request: aww i’m really sick at the Moment :( Would you maybe write an imagine with Bucky where you’re his girlfriend but also dealing with a nasty flu and he is all caring and protective, doing anything to help you and makes sure you’re comfortable and stuff ? That would be really great <3

Originally posted by luvinchris


You suddenly jolted awake in your bed, gently wrapping your hand around your throat. It had a nasty sting that flowed through your chest and your mouth was producing a lot more saliva. You knew what was about to happen. 

Quickly throwing the blankets off of you and stumbling over your own two feet, you rushed into your bathroom and bent over the toilet, emptying your stomach. You coughed up the rest and took deep breaths, the little episode leaving you without air for a few minutes. 

You stood up and suddenly felt really cold and drained of energy. You flushed the toilet and brushed your teeth twice before all traces of the nasty stomach fluids went away. You walked back into your bedroom and slipped on your warm Stark Industries hoodie.

You felt like death as you checked the time. 5:30am. The sun wasn’t even out yet and you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. Bucky was always the first awake so he could run early with Steve. He was more than likely in the kitchen. You sighed, feeling nauseous and dizzy. Your body ached as you walked out of your room and down the elevator to the kitchen. 

The light was already on and it gave you a headache. Or did you already have it? You didn’t remember; it was hard to focus when you were shivering violently. You walked in the kitchen and saw Bucky reading the newspaper, still in just his sweats from last night.

You let out a cough, startling the man. Bucky’s head shot up to you and he took in your appearance. “You’re so pale. What’s the matter, Doll?” He asked, quickly coming over to you. His hands rested on your cheeks and he gasped. “You’re burning up! Do you feel okay?” Bucky asked, his shocked expression making you smile a little.

You just shrugged and coughed again, covering your mouth with your arm. “I threw up and I’m freezing. Everything hurts.” You explained with a scratchy voice. Bucky frowned and touched your forehead. “What did you eat last night?” Bucky asked, moving to get you some water and to make you some soup.

You sat down on the stool he was on moments ago, the warmth on it comforting you. Bucky grabbed some medicine and put your chicken noodle soup on the stove, waiting for it to heat up. “I didn’t have much of an appetite actually. So I skipped.” You said softly. He set the medicine down along with your water bottle.

Bucky hummed in response as he got the thermometer and came around to stand beside you. You turned to face him and frowned. “Bucky, I-I’m fine. Really.” You didn’t want to admit you were sick because you knew Bucky would try to help you any way he could. You didn’t mind, but he would eventually stay with you the whole time and sacrifice his upcoming missions just to take care of you.

“Open.” Bucky said, ignoring your previous words. You sighed and did as Bucky said, letting him stick the thermometer under your tongue. Bucky watched you closely and sighed. “You might have the flu.” He said lowly, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. “Baby, you’re gonna need lots of rest, okay?” Bucky said, pecking your forehead. You nodded and the simple movement made your head spin slightly.

The pot of soup on the stove started boiling and Bucky quickly moved over and poured it in a bowl. He set the spoon down in it, stirring it lightly as he blew cool air on it. You took the thermometer out when it started beeping and you groaned at the number. “What’s it say?” Bucky asked worriedly as he set your bowl of soup down in front of you. He took it from you and his eyes grew wide. “103? Y/N, you’ve definitely got the flu.” Bucky said, setting the thermometer down.

You groaned again, suddenly feeling really hot. You breathed out and coughed hard, this time feeling the congestion in your chest. Bucky rubbed your back and grabbed a spoon full of soup, bringing some of the warm liquid up to your mouth. You gently swallowed it and let the warmth soothe your sore throat.

After you finished your soup and took some medicine, Bucky carried you to your bedroom. You sighed, slipping off your hoodie now. You were starting to sweat and Bucky frowned as he sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m gonna let Steve know you’re ill. I’m staying with you until you’re better.” Bucky said quietly, reaching for your hand. He softly stroked the back of it and you sighed.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Bucky.” You said softly, looking at Bucky with a frown. He just smiled sadly at you. “Y/N, you’re sick and everyone else will be gone on the mission today. Who would take care of you then?” Bucky asked, sending a quick text to Steve. It always amused you to see Bucky and Steve using their iPhones. Their fingers were so large, sometimes you couldn’t even understand what either of them typed and sent you.

Bucky set his phone down on your bedside table and you quickly sat up, holding your mouth closed. “Doll?” Bucky asked, his eyebrows furrowed. You shot out of bed and rushed into the restroom, the toilet full of the soup you just had. You felt a hand pull your hair back and Bucky rested his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t care less how you looked right now, you just knew it was all a hot mess.

You finally finished and you were breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. Tears filled your eyes and you sniffled. “I hate throwing up.” You said with a cough. Bucky stood up and got a wash cloth, running it under the cool water at the sink. He handed it to you and you grabbed it, wiping your hot face. “Doll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky said quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder.

You stood up and flushed the toilet, quickly brushing your teeth again. Bucky kept his arms wrapped around your waist, his hands gently rubbing across your stomach. His chin was resting on your shoulder and you sighed, cleaning off the toothpaste around your lips. Bucky led you back into your room and you got the chills again. You shivered harshly and buried yourself under your blankets.

Bucky climbed in beside you, his body heat immediately drawing you into him. Bucky held you as close as possible, wrapping his leg protectively over yours. His lips stayed on your warm forehead as he gently rubbed your back. You hummed and closed your eyes, exhaustion creeping into your body. “Thank you, Bucky.” you said softly. Bucky smiled against your forehead.

You felt Bucky hug you closer as you shivered again. “I’ll always be here to take care of you, Doll.” Bucky said.


Suddenly someone knocked on your door, pulling you out of your rest. You groaned, waking up from having been in a deep sleep and your head killing you. “Come in.” Bucky said quiet enough not to hurt your ears. Your door opened and Sam poked his head in, Clint and Steve joining him.

They all piled in your room, one by one, taking in your sick state. “Guys, she needs to rest. Steve, I thought I told you I wasn’t going to make it.” Bucky said, holding you even closer, shielding your body as if to let them know not to come near you right now. 

You nuzzled your face in Bucky’s neck. “We just wanted to make sure she isn’t dying.” Steve said, making Sam snicker. He immediately stopped when Bucky shot him a glare and Steve slapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. Clint chuckled and Sam glared at him.

You groaned and turned to look at the men. “Yow!” Clint yelled, seeing how pale you were. “Daaamn!” Sam yelled, holding his fist to his mouth while he made an ‘o’ face. You shot them your middle finger and Steve quickly ushered the two men out of your room. “Sorry.” Steve muttered. You rolled your eyes and buried yourself deeper into Bucky’s body. “I’ll deal with them later.” Steve said with a sigh.

Bucky nodded and rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “Y/N, please, sleep.” Bucky said, looking down at you. He turned to Steve with an apologetic look. “Steve, she needs to rest. She just has the flu.” Bucky explained shortly. Steve nodded sadly. “Let me know of any changes.” Steve said before leaving, joining the others to go on the mission.

You whimpered and looked up at Bucky. “Do I really look that bad?” You asked, your voice almost gone. Bucky frowned at the sound of your weak voice, shaking his head. “Of course not. You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, kissing your forehead. You smiled a little and closed your eyes, sleep once again calling your name.

“Sleep well, Y/N. I love you.” Bucky whispered, staring at your face he adored so much.

Note: I hope you feel better, sweetie! I want Bucky to take care of me when I’m sick, aw. feedback is welcome! .c

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Someone: Superhero movies are stupid-

Me:

Originally posted by ambermomoa

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“ So, you’ve been tellin’ everybody I’ve been sleepin’ with ya, huh? Well that explains it! That’s why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They think I’m screwin’ the boss! Oooh, and you just love it, don’t you? It gives you some sort of cheap thrill like knockin’ over pencils and pickin’ up papers! Get your scummy hands offa me! Look I’ve been straight with you since the first day I got here, and I’ve put up with all of your pinchin’ and starin’ and chasin’ me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw! Look, I’ve got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I’ve been forgivin’ and forgettin’ because of the way I was brought up, but I’ll tell you one thing. If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I’m gonna get that gun of mine, and I’m gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! And don’t think I can’t do it.

Michael Shannon auditions for the role of Doralee in “9 to 5″ (x