#platonic!stucky x reader fluff

[nickfowlerrr]

it's nice to have a friend

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff. tinge of angst. longing. mutual pining. no smut but all my works are considered 18+ only regardless.

words: 1.7k

notes: loosely based off this prompt: platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL. i'm currently pmsing and work killed me so i was only able to get to this drabble done today. hoping to do the bucky request tomorrow! <3 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. comments and feedback are always welcome and so appreciated!

“I’m fine, Steve,” you laugh as you try to swat his hand away.

You still as he catches it in his instead, pulling it down and holding it as he runs his thumb over your hand. You watch him as he keeps his gaze down, tracking his own movements and appearing deep in thought.

It’s soft and silent in the dim light of the kitchen, a little past midnight, seemingly only you and him awake at this hour.

You’d gotten back from your mission just a few hours ago and Steve had been your shadow from the tarmac up until you were cleared by Dr. Cho and could head to living quarters.

You had a small gash on your forehead and some bruised knuckles but really you felt fine. Kate and Peter weren’t as unscathed as you and Clint but all in all, the mission was a success. And truly, there was nothing for anyone, especially not Steve, to be worried about.

You and Steve were close, close enough that you considered him to be one of your best friends here at the tower, but despite that, you still had no idea why he was so concerned about you tonight.

He’d been worrying over you since you’d stepped foot off the jet. Not outright, but you could tell he was following you because he wanted to keep an eye on you. You finally convinced him you were good, or so you’d thought, and had some time to yourself as you showered and got ready for bed. When you came out to grab something to eat before letting sleep finally take you for the night, that was when you’d found him sitting in the kitchen.

Only the dimmer was on as he sat at the counter sketching something in his notebook. He noticed your presence right away and got up from his seat to meet you at the cabinet you were at.

He’d instantly went for the mug he knew you were going to reach for and handed it to you as you watched him, having relaxed with your backside against the counter when he came over.

You’d caught yourself admiring him as he got you your mug but you tried to quickly shut those thoughts down and instead focused on just how lucky you were to call Steve a friend. His concern wasn’t necessary, but it was nice to know he cared.

You took the mug from him and when you set it down on the counter, he once again tried to fuss over the small gash that would likely leave a little physical memory of the mission. Not that you minded all that much.

You tried to brush his hand away but he caught yours and kept hold of it as you let him.

As Steve continued to stroke his thumb over your soft, sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but notice the crease in his brows and the tightness of his jaw as he rubbed gently at the bruises.

You couldn’t imagine this was all because of you, but something was obviously up.

“Steve,” you spoke softly, waiting for him to look at you once more.

His bright blue eyes met yours and the worry you found in them had you sighing.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you gently squeezed his hand. “And don’t say nothing. I think I know you well enough to know that something is, so spill.”

He smiled halfheartedly at you, an almost pained look in his eye before he shook his head.

He lifted your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles before he let go. You thought your heart might just stop beating entirely at the action as your breathing stilled unbidden.

You watched him as he took a small step back from you. The look in his eye wasn’t one you could name now but it had your stomach twisting..in a good way.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said as he took you in with his eyes.

Your brows furrowed lightly before you gave a small smile. That was far from the whole answer and you knew it, but you wouldn’t press him on it right now.

“I hadn’t realized how late it was,” he continued when he glanced over at the time on the stove. “I should probably get some sleep. And you should, too,” he said turning his head back to face you and fixing you with a look you could only laugh at.

“Will do, Captain,” you chuckled lightly with a nod. “Soon as I find something to eat.”

“I think Bucky has leftover pizza in the fridge if you want,” he offered.

You scoffed and your eyes narrowed at him, “Do you want me dead?” you asked in faux incredulity, earning a soft laugh in return.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirked. “Besides, if he knows it was you, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you pushed off the counter to head to the fridge.

Before you got there, though, you were stopped as Steve’s arms wrapped around you in a hug. You found yourself pressed right against his chest and though it took you a second to register what was happening, you soon returned his embrace and relaxed into him. God, he was so warm. And he smelled so nice. You had to stop yourself from nuzzling into him and making a complete fool of yourself. His hold was so comforting, you quickly found yourself lost in it.

So much so, you almost didn’t register when Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Almost.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact as your arms reactively squeezed him tighter and you pressed yourself closer to him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d given you a forehead kiss but this time felt different. It made you feel different. Like you were in a dream. It was soft and comforting but it also had butterflies coming to life in your stomach and had your body alight in delight.

But it was over before you knew it and Steve pulled away from you with a soft, “Goodnight.”

His touch lingered on your arm though before he dropped his hand completely and smiled at you once more.

“Night,” you whispered back before you watched him go, grabbing his notebook on his way back to his room.

You absentmindedly wrapped your arms around yourself as you were already missing the feeling of his touch.

That was different. That was very different.

The light flicked on behind you and you spun around coming face to face with the only other person you'd really looked forward to seeing upon your return.

His boyish grin only added to the butterflies already causing ruckus in your tummy.

"There you are," he smiled, "I was looking for you."

Not another word was said before you found yourself wrapped up in Bucky's arms.

God, he was so warm. And he smelled so good.

Thankfully he pulled away before you could embarrass yourself by unleashing the purr that threatened to tumble past your lips as his hands rubbed at the knots in your back soothingly.

"You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone as he studied your face, eyes fixating on the cut blemishing your forehead once he assured himself the rest of you was alright.

"Fine," you smiled.

He nodded, "Good."

You got lost in his gaze as you stared at one another for a long while, just your quiet breaths could be heard in the otherwise silence of the kitchen.

You didn't even realize you were holding his hands until he squeezed yours ever so slightly.

"'M glad you're back," he simpered.

"Me too," you returned.

"You hungry?" he asked. "I have some pizza in the fridge if you want," he offered.

You almost laughed remembering Steve's words earlier. "That sounds really good, actually," you nodded, smiling, "thanks."

You watched as Bucky got out the cold pizza and warmed it up for you as you admired his form. When you caught yourself, you wondered how he hadn't felt your gaze heavy on his back. You were mesmerized by his muscles as they flexed with his movements.

God, you fretted to yourself.

You didn't know what to do.. You didn't know how much longer you could keep telling yourself these feelings you were feeling for Steve and Bucky were nothing.. how much longer you could deny that with each day that passed you found yourself falling harder and harder for the two supersoldiers.

Little did you know, they were both already head over heels for you.

They promised each other they'd wait as long as they had to until you brought it up yourself, they didn't want you to feel any pressure whatsoever, even if that meant you never brought it up. They'd keep their distance, not crossing the line of friendship until they were sure you wanted to. But nights like this, when you've been gone for as long as you had been, or worse when you'd come back hurt, no matter how trivial the injury was, they couldn't stay only arm's length.

To avoid overcrowding you upon your return, they'd agreed to come to you one on one. Had Bucky seen the glint of disappointment in your eyes when Steve told you he was preoccupied upon your return, he would've been a total loss. Would've come right up to you and sworn to make his absence up to you, whatever it'd take.

Hell, they'd both been waiting impatiently all day to see you and Bucky only begrudgingly sat out from greeting you on the tarmac because Steve won the coin toss.

As he plated your pizza, the pizza he had secretly saved for you, he smiled to himself as he felt your eyes glued to him.

He liked the feeling.

Steve wasn't so sure you'd ever see them as anything more than friends to you, but Bucky thought otherwise. He knew otherwise. He felt it in your gaze, in your playful hits and nudges when you’d joke together, in the warmth of your hugs... He knew it was gonna happen. And each day that passed, he only grew more sure.

He couldn't wait until the day you were all on the same page, all your cards on the table, finally the three of you together. No more coin tosses, no more taking turns checking on you after missions, no more three second hugs (though he never really stuck to that rule all too much), no more lingering forehead kisses that he desperately wished would turn into more...

He couldn't wait. But he would. For you, they'd wait forever.

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Sugar Sugar

Summary: You chose Bucky. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Steve is right there and it’s his birthday. The competition isn’t over.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairings: College grad Steve x Grad School Reader; College grad Bucky x Grad School Reader (Not Stucky); Various Marvel MCU Characters (in same age except for Stark) x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate au, S MUT! Lovers quarrel before action starts, angst, flirting, Tony being Tony, lowkey voyeurism, a lil bit of fluff. drinking, flirting, crushes, an unsanctioned birthday picnic, ‘borrowed’ champagne, birthday “kisses” 😏, oral s ex (f receiving), cheating (maybe. possibly)

A/N: This is a sequel to last year’s Sugar. I know! 😫 I hope you like it.

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You were sipping your blueberry tequila smash and staring moodily across the water. It was supposed to be a festive day and an even better night, but that insanely handsome and inconsiderate roommate/boyfriend of yours ruined it all.

Or rather, you ruined it, thinking that you would be any different than any of the other girls he’d smashed and passed on. So what it had lasted a year? Bucky was leaving you now, so cheers to wasted time.

You downed the rest of your drink in one gulp as you thought to get another when someone cleared their throat beside you.

You glanced over to see your boss standing beside you, resplendent in a white suit and sunglasses. You straightened up and ran your free hand over your white mini sundress with blue polka dots and greeted him.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Stark. This party is so nice. Great way to celebrate the Fourth!”

You plastered on a fake smile and aimed it at him. He smiled back at you.

“Cut the shit, Sugar. I know you’re not that happy. I saw you and Barnes had words and he stalked out. I warned you about fraternization.”

Your stomach dropped and you just knew that you would be fired and kicked out of Stark house, losing your graduate fellowship. Shit. Stark knew everything, even the nickname that your roommates, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers had given you.

“Oh that? That was nothing, just a roommate disagreement.”

Stark leaned in. He smelled good. Real good. He smelled….rich.

“Listen. That rule is not because I mind co-workers getting it on…” 

He paused and winked at you, and instead of being creepy, it was funny, so you laughed. 

“It’s because most people, especially young people like you, can’t do it without all the feels.”

He nodded and you turned to see Wanda and Vis sneaking off around the house, hand in hand.

“That’s going to lead to heartbreak,” he said, indicating the sneaky couple.

Then looked you in the eyes. 

“And you’re going to be all twisted up into knots between those two grunts if you’re not careful.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“Two grunts?”

Stark sighed and raised his hand.

“You need to lay off the red, white, and blue drinks, Sugar.”

He looked you up and down and you don’t know if it was the drinks, but you weren’t mad at him. He was kind of charming.

“Barnes and Rogers. Part of the reason I keep you around, besides the fact that your IQ is within 20 points of mine, is the increased productivity around them when you are together. Competition is a wonderful thing for business.”

When the server appeared, he grabbed an elegant looking red drink.

“But lately productivity is falling. Hence Barnes’ new offer. It had to be done, Sugar. Now we all can concentrate on the work ahead.”

You frowned at what he was saying, not giving voice to your feelings on that subject. Stark sighed again and shook his head as he handed the drink to you, despite what he said earlier.

“Kir Royale.”

You accepted it and took a sip. Then you looked up at Stark.  You were beginning to think that he might have been pretty cute when he was younger.

“I was Sugar, and I’m a handsome devil now.”

You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as he winked and walked away, not knowing you’d said that out loud. You watched him walk away as he commented over his shoulder. 

“Nice dress, Sugar. It’s making several people all hard, soft, and wet.”

You gasped again, looking down. The dress covered everything, and you didn’t know what he was talking about. You turned toward the river and the afternoon sun again, finally realizing.

The sun was shining through your dress and everyone behind you could see everything you had to offer. And you hadn’t worn any underwear because you came with Bucky.

You quickly made your way down the lawn to the edge of the hedge maze to put the greenery at your back and to watch the water in privacy. Irritation was on the edge of your brain, but the drinks were making everything mellow. 

So what, your boyfriend had accepted a position in Romania for a year?

So what, you couldn’t go with because you’d won a coveted Stark fellowship that extended your housing and salary into while you studied in graduate school at NYU?

So what, Bucky didn’t consult you before committing himself?

So what, you were an idiot who thought you could have happily ever after?

You jumped at a noise behind you. You wheeled around and were stopped in your tracks.

“Hey Sugar.”

Steve was there, with a strange look on his face, but his bright blue shirt was making those eyes pop.

“Oh. Hullo Steve.” 

You pouted at him and he almost fell to his knees. 

Things had been different with you and Steve since you and Bucky had gotten together last year. You were still friends, but he kept you at arms length. You didn’t think much about it, because you’d been wrapped up in your relationship, but as you looked at him now, the guilt hit you full force.

“Oh shit, Cap! It’s your birthday!”

His Lacrosse moniker flew from your lips as you threw yourself into his arms for a hug. Steve was caught off guard and stumbled backward, but managed to break your fall with his body. His hard body. 

“Thank you. You remembered.”

You were both laughing as you untangled from each other on the ground.

“Of course I did! I’m your bestie, right?” 

You gave him your bightest smile.

“Bestie. Right.” 

Steve thought of the innocent kiss you’d shared last year. He thought of it every day, in fact. But you were Bucky’s girl. He looked at you and grinned. You made him so happy. You and Bucky were his only family, so he was glad to be with you today, if only for a moment. 

“I see you were trying to be alone. I’ll leave you be.”

The sight of you made him weak, so he made to leave before he said something stupid. Then, he felt your hand grab his.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Mister?”

“Ummm…?”

“Um, nothing! We’re going to celebrate your birthday in style, Bestie.” 

Your eyes sparkled at him.

“Are you ready for your reconnaissance mission?”

—--

20 minutes later, you and Steve met in the same place, behind the hedges. He’d completed his mission with table cloth and a box full of some hor’s d'oeuvres from the party. Steve had charmed one of the servers in the kitchen.

He took you in, a mischievous look on your face and your arms behind your back. Your nipples were pointed right at him through your dress and his mouth went dry.

“What do you have there?”

Steve’s deep baritone and his raised eyebrow did something to you, but you shook it off as you brought your hands in front of you. Steve barked at your audacity.

You’d swiped a bottle of Stark’s Bollinger Vieilles Vignes Françaises from the bar and the entire top to the strawberry and blueberry five tier sponge cake that was on the buffet.

“Only the best for my bestie!”

Steve shook his head at you as you set up the picnic.

You and Steve talked like you hadn’t in over a year. You ate and drank and just relaxed, bringing your old vibe back. Everything was perfect, even the beginning sunset across the water.

Until Steve complimented your dress.

“This is nice.” 

He took it in his hand to feel the fabric, bushing his fingertips along your thigh. You shivered and looked down at his hand, leaving Steve to marvel at your eyelashes across your cheeks. Then, you looked back up at him and reached up to feel his beard.

“So is this. Been meaning to tell you.”

Steve’s new-ish whiskers were somehow stiff, but soft, and you let your fingertips linger against his face, eyes drawn to his lips, made even more red by the strawberries off the cake. You licked yours unconsciously, thinking of that 7 minutes in heaven last summer.

“So… what do you want for your birthday?”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his face and sat back on your knees, hands on your thighs. For some reason, that made Steve hot and bothered. He considered you.

“Today has been great. The food, the drink, the cake.”

He grinned.

“”Great’, but not ‘Perfect.’” 

You cocked your head at him and Steve wanted his hands on you. 

“What would make it perfect?”

Steve grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a swig because you hadn’t gotten any glasses.

“It’ll never happen.”

Your interest was piqued.

“Never say never, Cap.”

Was Steve drunk, or was your voice more sultry? He shook his head, partially to clear it, and partially in denial.

“I think I can say never with confidence on this one.”

You got up on your knees and grabbed his arm.

“C’mon, please, please, please! It’s your birthday. I’ll do anything to make it happen, pleaaaseeeee!”

You bouncing up and down begging on your knees made Steve’s reserve snap.

“I want to kiss you.”

You stopped moving and your mouth hinged open. Then you licked your lips. 

“Ummmmmm….”

“That’s what I thought.”

Steve took another swig.

“Can’t do that. You’re Buck’s girl…”

Your reticence evaporated at the mention of James Barnes.

“Fuck Bucky.” 

And you threw yourself at Steve, causing him to drop the bottle, then blindly feel for it, making sure it was upright before pulling you into his lap.

The kiss was less innocent than the first, all lips, tongues and teeth, even biting as Steve sought to possess you. You found yourself grinding on Steve’s bulge as year old memories of what his casually swinging roommate cock looked like flashed through your mind.

Then you stopped, moved off Steve’s lap and lay back on the table cloth, eyes closed and hand on your heaving chest.

“That was great.”

You chuckled and smiled, eyes still closed. You missed Steve’s eyes roaming over your prone body.

“Great, but not perfect?”

“I wasn’t talking about kissing you on those lips….”

Your eyes flew open the now dark sky and you turned your head to see Steve lying next to you, a pained look on his face.

“Steve…”

“I know… but… damn Sugar… I’m down bad for you. Always have been.”

You looked into those baby blues and you knew it was true. 

“I….”

Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shifted and pulled your dress up slowly, causing Steve’s eyes to follow every move, and an unconscious groan to escape from his lips. When you revealed your naked core to him, he got up on his knees.

“We’ve got to make your birthday perfect, now don’t we?”

Steve gulped.

“Oh, Sugar…Sugar…”

He looked up at you, eyes dilated.

“You sure…?”

“Kiss me, Stevie…”

You let your leg fall open, and Steve’s hands were on you, pulling you toward him as he leaned down toward your naked bottom. He put his hand under your thigh and propped it up and over his shoulder.

His hot breath against your pussy lips made you shudder. He looked up at you.

“I knew you’d be pretty everywhere.”

You smiled and put your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. 

“You’re so nice, Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Nice? I’ll show you nice.”

And he leaned down and liked your pussy, tongue sweeping into your sweet tang and setting his world on fire.

“Fucking delicious…”

“Languagggeeeeee… Stevie, fuck!”

You couldn’t handle it as he dove in and pulled and sucked your clit like taffy candy

Steve chuckled, then looked up at what he was doing to you. Your head was thrown back, one hand still grabbing his hair and the other on your breast.

“Look at me.”

You brought your head up to see him and then gasped as he spit on your pussy and then licked it up. 

“Shit, Steve…”

His mouth had disappeared into your cunt as you replied.

“T-ththat wasn’t very nice. In fact…”

You had to stop speaking because now Steve had brought two thick fingers up and had entered your slick passage. The way he finger fucked you while sucking your clit made your eyes roll back in your head. You had his hair tight and the tighter you pulled, the more he groaned and licked you up. 

You grunted through your orgasm, still cognizant that people might hear you.

After you came, Steve looked up at you and curled his fingers which were still inside you, making you slap your hand over your mouth as you keened behind it. That extended your orgasm and had you searching for air as Steve’s hand ran up your dress to squeeze your soft breasts.

“That was great, Sugar. But you know what would be perfect?”

You knew knew what was coming next. 

You thought.

“If you rode my face and came in my mouth.”

“Oh.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish the way your mouth stayed open in surprise.

You were sexy as hell to Steve Rogers.

He moved smoothly down to the ground and you took in the tent that was made through his khaki pants. You were a little disappointed. You wanted him inside you.

Steve chuckled and reached out his arms, grabbing for you.

“C’mere, Sugar, bring me that sweet, sweet sugary cream.”

You blushed, despite the debauchery you just participated in, and allowed yourself to be pulled up to Steve’s chest, your skirt fanning around him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and moved your skirt up for access.

“Now, I want you to sit on my face.”

“That handsome face with that big ass tongue?” 

You used to tease him about it all the time.

Steve smiled and nodded.

“Ummmhmmmm.” 

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it.

“The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Then he turned and kissed your thigh. Next, his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Now, bring that ass here…”

You couldn’t help but obey as you raised up on your thighs and scooted up as he scooted down. He pulled you down so that you were seated perfectly on his face, his tongue spearing inside you. His hands held you apart as next he did a swirly thing and also a full lick from the top to the bottom of you, all the while watching you.

All shyness disappeared as soon you were grabbing his hair again and undulating on his mouth. Steve nodded and groaned, which encouraged you to go for the gold.

“Oh, my god, Steve…”

You fucked yourself on his face as he sucked and tweaked your clit, listening to his moans of pleasure. The thought that this is what he wanted to do on his birthday was getting you off.

Oh, and the stunning cunnilingus that this man was performing on you helped as well.

At first you thought it was your orgasm, but the fireworks that were lighting up the sky wasn’t from your own climax, but the thousands of dollars Stark paid for them. You allowed yourself to scream as you squirted into Steve’s mouth, and you collapsed over him as he scooted out, flipped up your skirt and licked you clean.

You lay shivering on the ground watching the lights in the sky as Steve lay down beside you and viewed the fireworks with you. 

He pulled you into his arms as you whispered, “What about that?”

You wiggled your bottom against his boner.

“That will get taken care of, one way or another.”

Steve leaned up and kissed your cheek.

“Right now, this moment is perfect.”

You smiled and relaxed, thinking that what you had given Steve was also a gift to yourself.

Stars sparked in the sky as you snuggled into Steve’s arms and Bucky turned away from the hedge, heading toward Romania.

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Will be updated as i post new stories!

Requests can be made on my page. Fandoms you can request for are in my introduction.

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Marvel Loki Laufeyson 🐍 Its okay, Dada's here 🍼 🥀

It's hard. 🍼🥀 Loki helps his disabled little take a shower Thor Odinson ⚡ Doctor Strange🧿 Iron Man (Tony Stark) 💸 Heimdall 👁️ Captain America (Steve Rogers) 🗽 The Falcon (Sam Wilson)🦅 Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes)🦾

No princess, your perfect. 🍼🥀 - Reader feels as if theyre not right for bucky (Plus sized reader!)

You mean to much.🍼🥀 - Reader feels embarrassed about their bad thoughts. Vision🤖 Wanda✨ Hawkeye (Clint Barton)🏹

Bath time! 🍼💖 - Your baba and you have a fun time as you get your bath for the night. Rhodes🦿 Star Lord (Peter Quill)🔫

Never gone 🥀🍼 Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)🕷️ The Hulk (Bruce Banner)💚 Spider-Man (Peter Parker *Tom, Andrew or Tobey!*)🕸️ Multi-Character fics Stucky💞 Wind down 🍼 Stucky x reader Movie Night! 🍼 💖Stucky x Reader

Knowing 🥀 Steve Rogers x James "Bucky" Barnes

Shopping! 🍼💖 Asgardian brothers (Loki + Thor) x Little!plus sized reader

His to cherish 🍼💖 - Stucky x baby-toddler space gn!littler

Senses 🍼💖🥀🥰 - Stucky, but mainly bucky. Bucky learns to fully trust gn!reader

Cabin time! 🍼💖 - Who doesn't love some tea and cabin time?

Hurts. 🍼🥀 - Stucky lets disabled!little reader know that they'll be there even though reader has bad health.

Homework🍼🥀- Reader invoulintarily regresses due to homework stress.

Butterfly kisses 🍼💖🥰 - Stucky loves to give you and eachother butterfly kisses as your morning begins

Nightmares 🍼🥀 -Steve x Little!bucky, bucky had a nightmare and Steve helps him through it.

Pumpkin patch 🍼💖 - Dada and Papa take baby to the pumpkin patch!

Cookies! 🍼💖 - Baby and Dada bucky make cookies for Papa Steve when he gets home!

Strangetony❤️💛

Safe place 🍼💖 - Some never get a safe place, but you have yours.

Other mixes

Steve Rogers + Peter Parker + gn!little reader

Sickie🍼🥀 - Reader falls ill and their two cgs worry. (Platonic CGS!)

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From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

3.5 bc I read an old fic the other day and I’ve improved soooooo much but there’s always room for improvement!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I feel like I’m really good at requests.

Sometimes I think it’s hard to imagine what someone is asking for, but as a daydreamer I feel like I can visualize it so well. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Famous authors include Toni Morrison, Stephen King (minus the cocaine💀), and Neil Gaiman. In the server, literally everyone inspires me all the time and is so so supportive. Some mutuals that I so aspire to write like are @moonlightprose, @fushic0re, @darkficsyouneveraskfor, @fluffyprettykitty

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I would have to say first time (a carmen berzatto x reader) or broken hearts (eddie munson x reader). I think I really capture Carmen and Eddie’s characterization, especially how they would act in a relationship. Also, for sure my best angst. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

I’m a hyperfixation girly so the easiest are ones that I’m currently obsessed with (joel, miguel o’hara, etc.) and the most difficult are the ones that I still love but have fallen off the obsession wagon (Steve Rogers, geralt, din djarin, etc.) 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Smut bc I’m a hoe ✨ also it’s been a year and joel miller wont leave my mind, so 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

This has literally been on my WIP for over a year, but it has to be a notting hill AU with Sam wilson. I’ve been excited to write that for ages. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Marvel. I wrote a spider girl fic when I was in middle school lmao

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? jealousy fics and protective fics,,, yum 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Prolly the divorce trope bc I get so mad at characters. 

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

It was a request but eddie munson x reader with a guitar head in the coochie and it was great.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love poly fics! Love Stucky x reader and steddie x reader are my fav. they’re just so good. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

I usually have to listen to classical or lofi beats bc I’ll get distracted soooo easily. 

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

As a certified day dreamer, absolutely. Any longer fic I’ve written, I literally day dream how it’s gonna play out. I did that a lot with ain’t no sunshine (joel miller x reader). 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I am so bad at angst and I would love to write action/violent fics but I always feel like I can’t describe it for the life of me. 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Someone commented that they turned my notifications on so that they could see when I posted the fic and that made me giggle and kick my feet. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

It’s currently a work in progress, but it’s a period smut fic. It’s not necessarily out of my comfort zone but more of I’ve never written a fic like that before. It’s for Miguel. I’m so ready 👀

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

tooth-rotting fluff 

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I do not ❤️ 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

I would die in literally every sci-fi or fantasy world that I love (star wars, game of thrones, lord of the rings, the last of us, attack on titan, etc.) so I’m gonna have to pick marvel. I’d have a fighting chance. 

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

tbh the hardest part for me is starting. Introductions tear me down every time rip. Sometimes, I just start in the middle because it’s so much easier. 

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

You pause, just for a moment. You could feel the adrenaline kick into your system, and a numbing pain flushed out your senses. The blood felt warm and sticky—prompting the sleepiness to feel calming, and it urged you forward into its safe surroundings. But then you felt it. Panic. Panic rose in your neck as you looked around for someone. Your hand darted out to try and find them, but your mind was starting to become blank from the fuzzy warmth of pain. Joel. You needed Joel. 

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Ok listen, I wanna write so bad. The last fic I wrote was in March and I’m feeling that writing withdraw. My brain needs to get into hyperdrive so my fingers can type all day long. I have so many fics planned

[moiravim]

Master list

Key: 🌧️-angst, 🎀-parental, 🌻-fluff

Stories

The sacrifice. Bucky Barnes x Yn Zombie Apocalypse AU Story. 10 chapters. Completed. 🌻🌧️

I Miss When We First Met. Draco x YN Potter. Enemies to lovers, love triangle, slow burn. Completed🌧️🌻

Marvel Oneshots

Truth. Loki x yn. enemies to lovers 🌧️🌻

Support. Dad Tony 🌻🎀

Ily3000. Dad Tony comfort 🌻🌧️🎀

Assistance. teen yn sh comfort w/tony stark 🎀🌧️🌻

Let it out. Bucky hurt/comfort 🌧️🌻

Forevermore. Dad Loki🎀🌻

Rainy Nights. Fem Loki x reader 🌻

Widow friends. Platonic Yelena x yn🌻

Moon dad's meet yn🎀🌻

Moon dad's part 2 🎀🌻

Hot Coffee. Wanda x GN!yn 🌻

Date night Drama. Dad tony, romantic Bucky. 🌻🎀

Sick Mornings. Dad Clint Barton x GN!yn 🌻🎀

Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN🎀🌻

OverprotectiveDad!StephenStrangexGN!teen!yn🎀🌻

Unbearable. F!Loki x GN!YN sh comfort 🎀🌧️

Sick Nights. Kate Bishop x YN 🌻🎀

Runaway. Dad tony, brother Peter x teen!yn🎀🌻🌧️

Home. Dad!Stucky x overwhelmed YN 🌧️🌻🎀

Giving the avengers pride flags!!Pride month fluff🌻🏳️‍🌈

Star Wars One-shots

Din Djarin x teen!GN!yn🎀🌻🌧️ part 2

Harry Potter one-shots/HC

Draco x Male Reader HC 🌻🏳️‍🌈

FTM!Regulus HC hurt/comfort jegulus🌧️🌻🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Rosekiller headcanons🌻🏳️‍🌈

Dad Wolfstar/brother Harry Headcannons GN!yn🌻🎀

Dating James Potter Headcannons🌻

Platonic Ominis, Sebastian, Anne x GN!yn🌧️🌻

Sebastian/Ominis x Yn dating HC 🌻

Seb and Omi depression comfort🌧️🌻

Blonde hair. Draco's sister🌧️🌻🎀

Other One-shots

Basil Stitt "lightning face" x GN!teen!YN🎀🌻🌧️

Marvel characters react

Marvel men react to you being upset 🌧️🌻

React to you being overwhelmed 🌧️🌻

React to you coming out🌻🏳️‍🌈

Marvel characters as your parents🎀🌻

Going to vormir with you🌧️

React to you getting sick🌧️🌻

React to you on your period 🌻

Falling asleep on them🌻

Proposing to you🌻

Taking you on a date🌻

React to you passing out🌧️🌻

Other

Matching Marvel pfps

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 147 & 148

Welcome to Week 147 & 148

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Mine Part 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Secrets Chp 12 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan​

Distorted - @ironlady1993​

Baby I’m Preying on You Tonight - (Hannibal x Reader) - @the-soulofdevil​

Collared part 13  - (Dean x Reader) -  @spnexploration​

Collared part 14 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration​

Heart of Glass - Part 4 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Bad Night - (Bucky x Reader) - @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky Drabble - @indyluckycharlie

His Inheritance - Part 18 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Little Bird - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 10 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secret Sierra - Chp 8 - @lloydsbitch

Huge mistake - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Time to Study - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like Jello - (Ari x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Breaking - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Thirsty - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Hunger - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Breakfast - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

DBF! Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Under the Blue - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Air - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Threadbare - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

The Perfect Storm - (Andy x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Man with a plan - Part 1 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Man with a plan - Part 2 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Digital Bath - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

First Mother's Day - (Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Hands off - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Second Time Around - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Secrets Chp 13 - (Steve x ofc, Brock x ofc) - @nekoannie-chan

After Hours - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Normal, not boring - Kinktober 25 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @holylulusworld

Sibling Rivalry - Part 33 - (Steve x Reader) - @imdarkinme

3 Billion Divorce - Part 1 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Just Right - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

The Root of all Ransom - Part 1 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

She - (Brock Rumlow X Reader (platonic), Jack Rollins X Reader - @nekoannie-chan

The psychos find a new toy - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Smother - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Light - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

[typing-catastrophe]

📝Everything you need to know

characters I write for: Stanford Pines, tasm!Peter Parker, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Peter Maximoff, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Frank Castle/The Punisher, Poe Dameron, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Avengers (platonic), Neo (Matrix), John Constantine (movie w Keanu Reeves)), Newt (Maze Runner), Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner

fandoms*: marvel (mcu, xmen movies, defenders), gravity falls, tadc, star wars, stranger things, the magnus archives, marauders, maze runner, criminal minds * some fandoms I am currently in, I won't guarantee that I'll write for all of them tho

pairings: Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr), Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson), Wolfstar (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin), Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes), Obikin (Anakin Skywalker/Obiwan Kenobi), Newtmas (Newt/Thomas), Napollya (Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin), all the previous listed characters x reader & cherik x reader (atm the only poly ship I write for)

no-gos: underage reader and characters (platonic okay), cnc/nc, incest, pregnancy, real people (actors e.g.) and anything else that makes me uncomfortable

Even if something/someone is not on the list, feel free to ask me about it ^^

💕 = fluff ⚡ = angst 🔥 = smut 💛 = no specified rls -> can be read as non-romantic/platonic ❗ = NSFW

There is gonna be no use of y/n. (unless someone requests that for some reason I guess?) Everything will be written in 2nd or 3rd person. The reader will be gender neutral unless otherwise specified. You will find warnings/content tags, word count and a summary at the beginning of each fic/longer piece.

Explanation Tags:

'typing...' is my tag for basically just yapping about smth

'my writing' is every imagine, headcanon, fanfic, drabble etc. I wrote

'requests' is the ask and 'requested' are the written pieces (sometimes I answered directly tho)

And that's it, I think. Let me know if I should include anything else in here ^^ my masterlist

Updated: 24 october 2024

[that-damn-girl]

Freed

(Oneshot)

Pairing: Platonic!stucky (aka Steeb and Bonky) x Gender-neutral!teen!reader (later becomes adoptive!sibling)

Words: 4600+

Type: lil angst (for introduction and back-story), Fluff, platonic.

Warning: lil angst, a couple of bad words.

A/N: This is in answer for my first request! I really had a fun time writing it. Thank you sweet anon for your lovely request! Hope I didn't disappoint. Would love your feedback!

Summary/Request:

Those eyes, just like his own once.

Bucky looked down at you as you took up a defensive pose in front of him, trying to act menacing and the heartless soldier you were molded into. Act, because he looked at your eyes and immediately understood that unfortunately, you had a better understanding of what would happen to you if you so much as dared to show your target a negligible fraction of mercy or hesitated to attack and render yourself weak.

He knew because he saw himself in the pair of eyes he stared into. Once new to this ruthless predicament you were in,  he understood that following commands and surviving yourself was a higher priority to you than caring about any other thing in the world at that moment. You had no other choice and were helpless. Just like HYDRA wanted it's puppets to be.

He took in your stance; legs spread wide, both arms bent at the elbows, one at shoulder level and the other raised in front of yourself. Atop a body covered with black garments sat a head with such a sneer he would've thought you were an animal caged inside a human's shape. Because that's how HYDRA had treated him, just like an animal.

You looked young to him; really young. He couldn't help but drown in pity for you. Oh, a child of only fifteen, maybe sixteen, too young for the horrors he supposed you would've witnessed and gone through while in their hold.

He kept up his gun poised steadily at you, though he hated himself for threatening a kid, and tried to think how low could HYDRA have gone to kidnap yet another innocent soul and turn it into a killing machine. He then realised that they didn't really know any limits. It was a bottomless pit. They grabbed at anything and everything beneficial to them, not thinking even a bare minimum amount of others. They never even had a conscience to begin with.

He then noticed that one thing almost unique only to you. At first he thought it was some sort of new mobile weapon developed by those horrendous scientists, but then was horrified as he corrected himself that - no, no that couldn't be a weapon, at least not a mobile one since it literally jutted out from between your knuckles. Three metallic blades on each hand with the luster of his old metal arm, nearly six inches long.

What in the hell have they done?

On the way over to this HYDRA base, Bucky had sworn he'd burn this place to the ground and not let any of these beastly people live. But he couldn't go through with that after watching you. He couldn't do that to a victim just like him, a child nonetheless.

"Hey, kid," He cautiously took a step forward, gun still raised, slow and calm enough to show you he didn't mean any harm but alert and stiff enough to show you that he wouldn't hesitate if you wouldn't. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"You never can." You spat back and stood your ground.

Steve's voices cackled through his earpiece, "What kid?"

Ignoring Steve for now, Bucky kept forwarding towards you slowly, "I know what they do to you, what they will keep doing to you." Bucky didn't exactly know that, but he could make nearly accurate guesses. He gauged your reaction. You tried to remain as stoic as possible, but the slight  furrow of your eyebrows encouraged him to continue, "They had me once too, but I was broken free. I am not like them. I can help you, trust me."

You charged forward and tried to strike at him  with your dominant hand, but he ducked. You tried again but he dropped his gun and grabbed both your elbows to criss-cross them in front of your chest, your back pressed to the wall. Your looked at him for a hard moment before sneering, "That's what they told me."

Bucky saw in your eyes that you badly wanted to believe him, but he supposed a past incident had given you enough wisdom from outright trusting any stranger, "They made me think that they had helped me too."

This time round you couldn't help your eyes from narrowing. Confusion sat blankly at your face, though the fight to break free still persisted. He hated to admit that he had to work in order to restrain a teenager. No doubt that they had experimented on you too.

Bucky gestured to his arm. Only then did you realise that it wasn't a part of his costume - one black left sleeve of the burgundy jacket, which you had thought to be in the dimly lit hallway. No, it was not an extremely fitted sleeve; it was his arm, black and gold and made of metal, you realised.

They replaced a whole arm with metal?

Your eyes widened and the struggle in you began to subside. Bucky continued, "They captured me, tortured me, but there were these people who helped me break free. I am with them now, let us help you."

You looked at him, trying to decipher whether he was lying, and after a careful and slow moment you found out he wasn't.

Bodies of HYDRA agents, either dead or unconscious, were scattered front and back. The stench of their blood filled the air. You had seen him destroy those bodies when conscious with an unparalleled vengeance you didn't understand. You concluded it to be his fighting style, but then you understood the reason behind it. If he was saying the truth and your perception of body language hadn't gone rusty,  you believed he fought with rage and a want for revenge for all he was put through when in their control. You believed him.

Yet you couldn't be too sure, "Why?" Your timid voice asked.

He smiled, "Because I don't want another soul to go through what I did." You believed him this time too.

~

Bucky led you to the quinjet, where everyone had already assembled. Everyone was skeptical of you, everyone but a brown haired girl who seemed only a few years older to you. She reminded everyone of something along the lines of her being in your shoes a few years past.

By the talking you heard, you found out that the brown haired girl could read minds. So they had experimented on her too, you thought. They wanted Wanda to take a peek in your head to be assured that you wouldn't try to be clever with them. You grew uncomfortable with the idea, but the metal armed savior said that they could only help you if they trusted you, and the girl assured you that she would only look into the parts necessary and wouldn't pry for more. You agreed, because you were desperate for their help, desperate to be free of the horrid people who had tormented you to no end. She looked and you were approved.

Everyone was curious to know more about you, a potential addition to the team in near future, but kept their inquisitions to themselves. Before reaching the jet, you had retracted your blades into your palm, and Bucky had watched flabbergasted as the skin between your knuckles healed immediately, leaving no trace of the deadly weapon now inside your body, but decided not to comment on it.

You had naturally chosen to sit beside Bucky on the way back. He gave you a vibe, one which you hadn't felt in a long, long time; of safety and security. For so long you had spent in that dirty den of monsters, without once being taken care of, doing whatever immoral things they commanded you to, or receiving punishment for not doing it. You'd receive punishments even when you did complete the task, because they somehow always seemed to point out a flaw in your execution which didn't exist.

You saw a man sit on the other side of the metal armed man, blond with blue eyes and a similar built to Bucky, you learnt. A weird name, you thought, but cute as well. You told him his name shyly when he asked.

You wanted to know more about the Bucky and Wanda, who seemed to have been under HYDRA's clutches previously, but felt too nervous to initiate a conversation with strangers. The fact that almost every team member of the Avengers, they seemed to call themselves, was present on the quinjet and crammed the space didn't make it any easier on you. Neither did the fact that you had no idea about what your future would hold.

Bucky noticed your anxiety and  wasn't sure if you'd be okay with it, but he took a chance and patted your shoulder reassuring you, "Everything will be fine." You believed him yet again.

Throughout the journey, a few words were exchanged, complimentary with a few smiles. You felt even more safe and at ease with Bucky than before. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he was the first person in a long time to want to help you genuinely. Perhaps it was due to the fact that you knew you and him had somewhat same shared experiences of torture by nearly the same people, so your mind assumed he would know and understand what and how you felt. Whatever it may be, you were glad to have someone generous enough to offer to help you out when every nerve and muscle of your body had intended to harm them.

When the jet landed, others went for debriefing while you were sent to the med bay. You didn't want to go alone into the unknown space, so you set your pleading anxious eyes on Bucky, who without another word accompanied you after sharing a look with the blond, Steve. Dr. Banner and his team took various scans and tests, all with Bucky by your side because you refused to let him be out of your sight.

Meanwhile the team discussed on how to handle the situation. After all, you were still a child to them. They knew it would be how it was with recruiting Wanda all over again, a scared teenager ripped apart from normalcy trying to find a place and meaning with all these people who were anything but normal. She had Vision by her side, and now you have Bucky.

Everyone saw your immediate closeness with Bucky, and the slight protectiveness Bucky had taken over you. Since you felt more at ease with Bucky than anyone else, it was a unanimous decision to let him handle the progress you made with the team,

And, of course, Steve too. It was an unspoken rule. How could he not not be involved anywhere where Bucky was?

After all the tests and scans, you were given a clean set of clothes and were guided to a washroom where you could freshen up. When you went inside the shower, you expected the shower of water to be cool as you turned the knob. Surprise was the understatement of the century when you felt soothing warm droplet fall over you.

You checked out the various items placed by a small counter in the shower with labels which you could read but didn't know what they meant. You looked across  at the large mirror. For the first time in a very long time again, you could really take yourself in. The dips and curves of your body, or the lack thereof; the proportions of yourself. It felt weird not exactly knowing what your own self looked like. Despite the presence of mirrors, you never had a chance to ponder over your looks, even while bathing. Your body and skills and the blades were what was the most important to them; never your looks.

All of this newfound freedom felt so overwhelming, you broke down and allowed yourself to pour your eyes out and sob the pain of all those dreadful memories out of your mind, something which you were never allowed to do before.

As the water ran cold, you stepped out of the shower and into the clean clothes provided. When you met Bucky outside, he noticed your red and puffy eyes, but didn't say anything.

You later met everyone in a large sitting area. Dr. Banner and his team were extremely efficient. They had informed everyone of the special abilities you had as a result of the experiment. You had a very high metabolism and extraordinarily fast self-healing abilities, much higher than that of the super soldiers present.

Moreover, your palm looked normal superficially only. In reality, the metacarpals and carpus of your palm were connected to the radius and ulna of your palm in such a fashion that they accommodated six inches long and one-fourth of an inch wide plates, three in each arm, made up of an alloy yet to be named (adamantium, you learned very later on), but they found it to be similar to titanium. Their purpose was a mystery to them.

When confronted about it post your shower, you didn't know how to explain, so you opted to simply show them instead. You jut them out, piercing the skin between your knuckles. Everyone looked at you stunned. They realised that they weren't metal plates which Bruce talked about; no, they were blades. Feeling overly self conscious, you retreated the blades and pulled your arms by your side, palms on your knees, sitting uncomfortably stiff and straight like the perfect soldier you were trained to be. As soon as the blades were back inside your flesh, the pierced wounds amongst your knuckles weaved back into your skin faster than one could blink, showing no evidence of even a slight scratch.

Some sat open mouthed and some couldn't form sentences or words other than, "Wow" , "Woah", and "Holy cow". You blushed hardly. No one had ever looked at your way and given you such amazed reactions.

Sensing your discomfort once again, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder and asked everyone to move onto other important things. Seeing a little super soldiers with great powers, they wanted to recruit you to the team, but only if you wanted and when you were mentally healthy.

Of course you wanted to join them after learning of their purpose. You had done many bad things and wanted to do something good with the weapon you were cursed with. Bucky and Steve loved and appreciated the fact that though you weren't sure of who you were exactly yet, you were sure of all the good deeds you wanted to do despite experiencing only the worse.

Later that night you were given your own quarters, right next to Bucky's. You were utterly thankful for it. When you proceeded to sleep on the bed, you found it too soft to relax enough to sleep. Having only known mattresses as hard as the ground it was kept upon, you hadn't known that a mattress could be as soft as your were given. You were conflicted between being grateful and vexed.

Regardless, you didn't sleep that night. You decided to step out of your room and into the common balcony of your floor to get some fresh air. You stayed there for a few minutes and realised bringing a jacket would have been a better idea if you wanted to spend your night away staring at the shiny  and sprinkling stars above.

As you walked back the length of the hallway, Bucky suddenly appeared in front of you. Filled with shock, you instinctively drew your blades and took up a defensive position, blades placed in front of his neck.

"Hey kid, calm down. I'm not trying to heart ya." Bucky put his hands up to show he was harmless.

Ashamed and guilty, you drew your blades in and looked down at the floor and shook your head, "Sorry...I was just surprised, I guess."

"It's alright, kid. Sorry, I shouldn't have been that quiet." You didn't understand why he apologized for what was his nature, but you gave him a little nod nonetheless.

"What are you here, by the way?" He looked inquisitively at you.

"Couldn't sleep. I wanted to get a jacket to sit down in the balcony." You still didn't meet his eyes. He understood the unspoken words; that you couldn't adjust to all this with just a clip of your fingers.

You felt awfully bad for how you reacted to someone who had thought more good of you in a few hours than the beasts you escaped from had in all your lifetime. Still overwhelmed from all the new and good possibilities your future could hold, tears sprang to your eyes.

Bucky wanted to comfort you, to assure you  that you were safe here, that him and the others would look our for you. He tried to make himself as small as possible and gently asked in a soft voice, "Is it okay if I hug you?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Bringing your here and freeing you from those varlets; he had already done so much. Why did he want to go out of his way for your comfort? Whatever the reason may be, being gentle touch deprived all your life, you didn't want to turn him down. You nodded.

He smiled and slowly took a step forward. He encircled you in his arms. You broke down again at his soft touch and laid your head in his chest, not quite as tall as him. He used one palm to pet your head, whispering sweet words to assure you that you are well and everything would be fine.

When you calmed down enough, he asked, "Would you mind if I accompany you?" You nodded again.

After getting your respective jackets, you sat down in the small couch placed in the balcony. You leaned into him. He put an arm around you and you both looked at the stars above wordlessly.

This continued for a few nights. You'd come to the balcony and he'd already be there. You'd keep your head on his shoulders and stare into the night sky. You'd dose off and Bucky would remain in the same posture, afraid to wake you. Sometimes he would be lulled into sleep too by the beautiful atmosphere. You both didn't need much sleep, thanks to the serums in your bloods. You'd wake up in a couple of hours, refreshed and back into your rooms.

In the daytime, you were assigned to therapy and sharpening you skills in the gym. Steve would take care of that. He'd help you correct your techniques and style with pushing you much, in a soft and gentle way. You were grateful to him too.

On your fifth night on the balcony, Steve had joined you guys too. You didn't know the reason why, he just came and sat on your other side and slumped down enough to rest his head on the back rest and eyes on the twinkling night sky.

After a few moments he spoke, "Beautiful, isn't it?" Words of confirmation were exchanged, and so you three began talking.

Steve and Bucky first shared their stories of the previous century, after hearing which you were surprised to know Steve had survived through all the 'idiocy' stuff he did. Bucky's words, not yours. Feeling comfortable enough, you told them the things you hadn't even shared with your therapist. Bucky held your hand and Steve stroked your back as you went through a roller coaster of emotions. Bucky told you about his own time under HYDRA's control, sparing the gruesome details, to give you a hint that in a way he understood all you had gone through.

You felt really good, as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. As the conversation died down, so did your conscious pulling you into a deep peaceful sleep.

Being with you, taking care of you, Bucky and Steve were reminded of a sibling they had too little time with. They liked this unofficial care-taking role.

After the talk that night, or rather early morning, you seemed very cheerful and elevated for that day and the days to come. You started to initiate small conversation with everyone, smiling gleefully at everyone you passed in the hallways, opened up more to your therapist, and gave Steve your best while training.

Soon you were cleared for missions, accompanied with Bucky, Steve and Sam. You were exceedingly excited for your first mission; to start doing things right with the advancements you were given to do only the wrongs. Bucky and Steve had given you a lengthy talk about keeping your safety in mind, to not overexert yourself and not be too rash in your decisions. You calmed them down with a long hug to each, assuring them you would take care of yourself.

Almost every mission from there onwards, you were paired with at least either one of them or both. In the compound too, you had become inseparable from them, or maybe they from you. Movie nights had been introduced, where they would show you all the hits from your own generation which you had missed or from their own, along with those which the others had shown to them.

They soon took over a pair of protective older brothers' role. They wouldn't let Sam or anyone else mess with you, except for themselves. They started calling you all these crazy and funny nicknames to tick you off. In retaliation, you started calling them Steeb and Bonky. They hadn't looked happy.

When you started dating, they would give murderous glares to anyone you were with, which would give them a clear enough idea not to be in your bad books. Steeb would keep his hand on his hips, broadening his shoulders and flexing his biceps. Bonky would make the presence of his metal arm even more obvious by doing everything with it and whirring the plates constantly to make enough noise to give your date a hint.

Then came the ever dreaded 'talk'. They felt that since you had started dating, things between you and your significant other would  escalate quickly either now or in the near future. They felt it was their responsibility to give you 'the talk'. You had been ever grateful for their presence in your life up until then. All three of you ended that conversation with faces red enough to rival Bonky's burgundy leather jacket.

Once Sam had approached you to prank them. You were eager to do whatever Sam had planned. The end result had been Bonky's arm and Steeb's shield adorned with stickers of various mindless things stuck with a strong adhesive. They had had a field day in scrapping and removing the glue with a shitload of acetone.

Your birthday was coming in a few days. Steeb and Bonky wanted it to be special; your first birthday outside of HYDRA. You didn't remember celebrating your birthday ever, so when the day rolled around you didn't suspect a thing when Steeb and Bonky offered to take you to Coney Island. You hadn't even remembered it was your birthday.

You spent the day in disguise so as to not be recognised, hopping from one ride to another and stuffing your face with anything you found appealing. Though you had a higher metabolism than the other two super soldiers, they didn't think eating the way you were was a good idea, but they couldn't say no to your puppy dog eyes and the cheeky grin you put on in victory afterwards.

You had stopped on a shooting stall to play, but Bonky cast you aside before you could even fully reach there, paid the amount and started shooting. Shoulders slumping, Steeb sighed loudly.

He was an excellent shooter - hell, he was a sniper in the WW2 and is currently one for the Avengers. Everyone knew that, but to not make anyone suspicious of his true identity he purposefully hit the first few shots wider. The stall keeper watched with a smug smile, convinced the last shot wouldn't be any different cause it hardly ever was. Steeb hid his smirk with the pretense of clearing his throat as Bonky hit bullseye, earning a giant [whatever you want] for you. You squealed as you accepted it, hugging and squeezing it to your chest after hugging Bonky.

By the time you had reached the compound, your faces were lit up with a hundred watt smiles. You had thoroughly enjoyed the day to its best and didn't think it could have gotten any better. Laughing your asses off, your heart came to your throat as you stepped out of the elevator and everyone yelled, "Surprise!"

A banner hung from the ceiling written, 'Happy Birthday Y/N'. You were momentarily surprised as you gaped at it open mouthed. Balloons and string lights were scattered beautifully across the living room. You didn't register who took Bonky's win from your arms and who hugged your limo form, wishing you. When it finally registered, you were teary eyed as you looked at everyone's genuinely happy expression.

You were determined not to cry but all hell broke loose when Wanda brought in a small and cute cake with icing piped in her trademark way, candles lit. You broke down then and there, crying into your elbow. Bonky and Steeb instantly hugged you from both sides. Petting your head, Steeb said, "Aw kid, don't cry."

You felt elated. No one had ever thought of or cared for you enough to organise a little something behind your back for your birthday, so that you were happy. You had hugged everyone as you thanked them, still overwhelmed. Candles were blown and the cake was cut. A big portion of the icing was in your face. You didn't complain though; you felt appreciated and loved.

A few weeks later you were graced with a mission where your right lung got punctured and a few ribs got broken. Even with your abilities, it took you a day to gain consciousness and another three for all your injuries to heal completely.

Steeb and Bonky had lost it when you fell into their arms when you got attacked and wouldn't wake up in the quinjet. The next day until you were conscious, they hadn't slept or left your side after the required surgery. They had been soft with you until you were discharged, but as soon as you got okay, they blew up your head with unending scoldings and lectures for you to be safe. They crushed you to their chests later, telling you how scared you had made them.

Though you felt bad for worrying them, you couldn't help the happy beats in your heart to know people actually did care about your well being because they care about you and not your utility.

Many instances happened in your life, some happy, some sad. You had had Bonky and Steeb by you side, and knew you would later too. Ever grateful for their presence in your life, you looked forward to life with renewed vim and zest.

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[supraveng]

I don’t like labels

Summary: reader has been in their head a lot lately, the team is a little worried and try their best to help 

Characters: gender neutral reader(please tell me if I missed anything), Bucky x Steve, Sam, Natasha x Bruce, Tony, Clint  (mentioned) 

Warning: cursing, discussing sexual identity, smut adjacent

Word count: 976                         Main masterlist

The team had noticed you hadn’t been yourself the past couple of days, and they all made sure to check in that you were ok.  But you weren’t ready to discuss it with anyone yet, not until you understood it better, so you gave everyone the same response.  

“I’m fine, but not ready to talk about it yet”

It was a random Wednesday night, and the majority of the team was hanging out together in the common room.  Lounging across the couches, either chatting, playing cards or laughing at something they were watching on their phones.  For some weird reason, this was the moment your mind told you that you needed to talk about what was keeping your mind occupied all week. 

“Hey Bucky, can I ask you something?”  not wanting to attract everyone’s attention, you moved a little closer to him on the couch.  For some reason, Steve was sitting on the floor by the coffee table and not paying attention to anyone else in the room.  

“Of course, doll.” he smiled over at you.  Out of everyone in the room who had basically become your family, you felt the closest connection with Bucky.

“Well, it’s kind of personal....and you don’t have to answer, you don’t want to” you weren’t sure how he might react, but out of everyone, you know he would be honest with you.  At that point, you hadn’t realized most of the team was now trying to eavesdrop on your conversation, but you proceeded anyway.

Not knowing the best way to not offend anyone, you took a very weird route in trying to understand what you were dealing with.  Basically, you had no idea what you were doing and making it weird seemed the best option.

“Ok, if you were to have a threesome, would you want the third to be a girl or another guy?”  you mumbled out not sure if that was the best way to explain.  When he didn’t answer right away, you took it upon yourself to make things more awkward.  

“I’m just curious, since you are bi, would you and Steve want a third to be a girl or a guy?  You know since you are attracted to both” you slowly trailed off when you realized the rest of the room was quiet and you were starting to feel embarrassed to even be asking him.

“You know what Bucky?  Don’t answer it, forget I said anything” and you started to get up and leave the room but was stopped by a metal arm gently pulling you back to the couch and even closer to Bucky.

“I’ll answer, you just caught me off guard” looking up at Bucky you realized he wasn’t judging you, just taking his time to answer you honestly.  

“Are you genuinely curious or are you offering your services?” Bucky smirked at you, while Steve practically choked on his beer.  Rolling your eyes, you shake your head at his response, trying your best to suppress a smile.  Of course, Bucky would make a wise crack to lighten the situation, and you were grateful for it. 

He took one look at you and knew the answer. “Ok, look around this room and tell me who you would pick” he made it sound so simple.

“Hey, don’t bring us into your little ménage a trois” Sam piped up from his poker game with Clint, Bruce, and Tony. 

Natasha immediately defended you with “shut it Wilson, quit eavesdropping” and sending a wink in your direction, returning her gesture with a small smile.

Looking back at Bucky you realized he was actually looking for an answer.  “Sure, look at a room full of the most beautiful people in the world and just pick” you scoffed at him and his ridiculous idea.  

“If the gender of the person, doesn’t remove them from your options, you are probably bisexual too” he smiled at you.  

Not knowing how to process that possibility, you stayed quiet.   You grew up on a commune until you were 14 and it was raided by SHIELD.  There were rules that everyone followed, and rule number one was no labels.  Hell, you didn’t realize you were a girl until you got your period at 12 and were given a very lengthy sex ed/biology class that should have scarred you for life. 

“No, it doesn’t” you shook your head. “I’m just not used to labels.  I don’t know if that really clears it up for me or not” you shrug, not sure why you asked in the beginning.  “I guess I was hoping it would be some sort of light bulb that goes off for me, this big explanation of who I am.  But I still just feel like me”

When you didn’t respond, Bucky grew a little worried and reached out for your hand “Does that upset you?  I was just trying to help; I didn’t mean to worry you”

At this point, you weren’t sure what to expect but your teammates support was what you really needed most.  

Steve turned toward you and placed his hand on yours “For some people it can be eye opening. I, for one, was relieved that being in love with my best friend didn’t ruin anything.  it made me no longer feel guilty” he leaned in kissing Bucky’s other hand and smiled up at the two of you.  

The rest of the night continued, and your topic of discussion with Bucky didn’t create any weird comments from the rest of the group, which you were thankful for.  That was until Natasha pulled you into a hug before saying goodnight, whispering to you “Bruce and I would love you to join us, open invitation.” 

You were speechless, she winked at you and Bruce waved with a bigger smile than you’d ever seen on his face as they walked onto the elevator 

[acidwidow]

BITTERSWEET

a/n - This is my first avengers fic! I’m gonna make it into a mini(?) series, I wrote this in my notes at 3am lool, I hope you guys like it

Warnings - Angst, short haired bucky (yes it’s a warning bc that man is too fine)

Summary - After a bad breakup you’re forced to move in with your brother Steve at the avengers compound, will old relationships rekindle the fire in you that was once lost?

You cannot be happening. You had just woken up way too hungover and not at all prepared for the confrontation waiting for you downstairs. Drinking for 4 days in a row does a number on you and your mom was sick of watching you drown your sorrows and has finally found a way to ‘help you’.

“You can’t just ship me away because you don’t wanna deal with me anymore!”

“Y/N I cannot keep watching you destroy your life, you’re going to stay with your brother, it’ll be good for you. I know how you feel. It’s final.”

The salty taste of your tears on your lips make you somehow feel more nauseous than you already do. The partying, drinking, drugs, all of it is a way to cope with the man that broke your stupid heart in two.

He knew how much you loved him, he finally admitted he was with you purely because your brother was Captain America. Your high school sweetheart was a lie, are you meant to be frolicking through daisies?

“You have no idea how I feel right now, NO GOD DAMN IDEA! I’m not going, I’m an adult, and I’m not leaving.”

She sighs, exasperatedly running her hands across her face. You know this is coming from a place of love and worry on her behalf but right now all you feel is betrayal and anger running through your veins like fire.

A small brown envelope addressed to you is slid across the table, looking down you snatch it, turning away to storm out towards your car.

Head against the steering wheel, you wonder how you got to this point in your life exactly. How does one man manage to pull the wool over your eyes the way Ryan did, usually you can read people like a book.

“Stupid! Stupid idiot!” You scream and bang your fists against the wheel until your hands go numb. A feeling you’re well accustomed to these days.

You rip open the envelope, terrified for what could be awaiting you inside.

Y/N L/N

Flight NY-2287

From Boston Logan International Airport

To Manhattan Regional Airport

One way ticket

A dry chuckle left your lips, the salt hitting your tongue from the tears shed in the screaming match that had just occurred in your dining room. One way ticket?

“I can’t believe she’s getting rid of me.”

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Packing your bags proves to be slow and torturous, your mom standing in the door way, throwing suggestions towards you as you chuck a handful of underwear into the open luggage.

“You know, this is for your own good, you’ll be able to see Steve and James again. I know you miss them too, you need this.”

“It seems like you know what I need so there’s no point giving my opinion on this anymore, you’ve already made your decision mom.”

Out of the corner of her eye you see her hang her head. Shame maybe? No, she made her bed and she has to lie in it now. Maybe once you’re gone she’ll realise she made a mistake. Being around Steve will be just another reminder of your heart ache.

You close your eyes as the sound of her footsteps dissipate down the stairs.

You know you can’t blame him, or mom, but that doesn’t stop the rage surging through your body every time something reminds you of what’s happened.

The Captain America T-shirt staring at you as it sits on your bedroom floor. You bought it the day Steve’s merch came out officially. You bask in the memory of how proud you are of him for a moment before the memories of the last two months come rushing back to you and leave a fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach.

Trudging down the stairs, suitcase in one hand, your phone in the other and a bag clinging to your left shoulder that feels like a ton of bricks.

Your mom eyes you from the kitchen table. The same place you seem to be screaming at each other every morning. Closing her book she stands up and walks towards you, a small smile on her face before she opens her arms, signalling you to hug her.

You swallow your pride and wrap your arms around her, tears welling in your eyes for the second time this morning.

“I’m gonna miss you, try not to sass your brother too hard and give him a massive hug from me. I love you Y/N/N.” she mumbles into your hair. Pulling back and placing her hand softly onto your cheek, wiping a couple stray tears that managed to escape your eyes .

You nod curtly, adjusting your backpack and walking through the door towards your car. You feel her eyes lingering on you as you chuck your belongings into the trunk. The thoughts of ‘accidentally’ missing your plans are cut off by your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

Dumbass: see you soon dude

Dumbass: You’ll see us when you get off the plane, hope you appreciate the sign. It was a group effort

You roll your eyes at the message, imagining the Avengers with glitter and sharpies, making a cardboard sign to welcome you back into New York.

You: Better be great considering i’m being forced against my will to come

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“Y/N Welcome back!” The sign reads, accompanied by swirls, bright colours and what seems like steve’s shield, alas badly drawn. Steve and Bucky stand with the sign above their heads, grinning from ear to ear when they spot you in the crowd of people clambering to get to their respective families.

Bucky takes a couple steps forward and flings his arms around you, picking you up in a bear hug for what seems to feel like a life time.

“Let me down you oath!!” You squeal, wiggling around in his super human grip until he finally lowers you to the ground.

“Good to see you too kid.”

You groan at the nickname. “Ugh don’t call me that, I’m an adult now Buck.”

He lets out a chuckle as Steve walks towards you and claps you on the back, the famous Steve Rogers smile still on his face as he takes your bags.

“I missed you Y/N/N”

“Oh and by the way, you’ll always be our little sister.”

The word ‘Our’ leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Your childhood crush on Bucky never left, only simmered once he moved away, faded even more so into the background when you were infatuated with Ryan.

This is going to be a long trip.

[sailorkamino]

Fruity

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relationships: Stucky x fem!reader, platonic!Peter Parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: you get a new puppy, Peter comes over for lunch, don't get Steve started on bananas.

warnings: brief mentions of animal abandonment, Steve being an old man, shy/awkward bucky, domestic fluff

Steve pulls on his running clothes, glancing at you and Bucky curled up in bed together (Bucky being the little spoon of course.) He smiles, leaning over, kissing each of your heads gently. You stir, groaning in protest. “Ugh, I have to get up too.”

He tilts his head, “why?”

“Didn’t you say that mornings are for the criminally insane?” Bucky groggily asks, pillow muffling his words.

“I stand by that statement, but I’m volunteering with Clint.”

“At the animal shelter?” Steve asks, grabbing his phone off the charger.

You hum in response, not making a move to get out of bed. Steve smiles fondly, “sounds fun, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with me, Buck?”

The brunet makes a disgruntled sound. “With Sam? Gross.”

“Come on, honey. Sam is my friend, it would make me really happy if you two tried to get along.” Steve croons, carding a hand through Bucky’s bed head.

He screws his eyes shut, knowing if he looked into Steve’s eyes he would cave - but he hadn’t heard Steve call him ‘honey’ since 1945 and the petting feels so good. He lets out a reluctant sigh. “Fine.”

The blonde grins, “great! I’ll make us smoothies!”

“What the hell is a smoothie?” Bucky grumbles. You slip a hand under his shirt, hoping the skin to skin contact will soothe him. It does. He snuggles closer to you.

Steve smiles at the sight, snapping a photo of you two on his phone. Bucky groans, “did you just take a picture?”

Steve blushes, “um, no. Mango, let's go for a walk!”

He rushes out of the room with the dalmatian not far behind, wondering how to change his lock screen. He’ll ask Sam.

“He definitely took a picture of us,” you mumble into Bucky’s neck.

“What a punk.”

“Our punk.”

Bucky sighs lovingly, “yeah.”

The two of you reluctantly pull yourselves out of bed, sharing a few lazy kisses on the way. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll see you boys later,” you tell him. He pouts, “when will you be home?”

You barely contain a squeal at the adorable display. You squish his face in your hand, the stubble tickling your palms, “you’re so cute!”

He grins, looking away shyly. “Doll…”

You kiss his puckered lips, humming in thought. “Probably around lunch. I’ll bring something home.”

You and Steve asked Fury for a few days off with no missions so Bucky was hoping you could spend it all together, but you told him you had these plans for weeks. He tries not to whine in protest. “Alright, sugar.”

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Just like you promised, you arrive back around lunch time.

“Honey, I’m home,” you smirk, entering the suite. Your boyfriends are on the couch, Bucky’s feet strewn on the blonde’s lap as he tries out his new colored pencils. “Did you know Peter works at the pizza place? Well it was the end of his shift and I told him he could have lunch with us.” You explain, gesturing to the teenager behind you.

Bucky tenses at the sight of a stranger, preparing to move away from his boyfriend, but the blonde places a reassuring hand on his ankle. Reminding him it’s ok to be affectionate in front of others now. “Hi. So, we got a new dog?” Steve asks, cutting right to the chase.

You glance at Peter, who’s cradling the tiny pitbull against his chest. “That’s… his dog.” You supply, placing the multiple pizzas on the table. Mango makes her way over, sniffing at Peter questioningly. “Then why are there pictures online of you adopting it?” Steve challenges, looking smug.

You spin around, looking at him in shock. “Since when can you use the internet?”

He smirks, “I’ve learnt a few things.”

You stare at him in bewilderment for a moment before pouting. “Ok, fine. I might have impulsively adopted a dog.” You look at Peter, who’s frozen in terror, as if lying to Captain America is an act of terrorism. “Pete, you can put her down.”

He slowly sets the puppy on the ground, still looking between your two boyfriends nervously, like they’re going to attack him. You roll your eyes, releasing a sigh, “come on boys, time to eat.”

Steve and Bucky walk to the kitchen, each offering you a peck on the cheek. You notice Bucky still hasn’t said a word and take his metal hand in yours, gently kissing the silver knuckles. He blushes at the sweet display of affection.

“Peter, take a seat. You haven’t met Bucky yet have you?” You ask, releasing the prosthetic and making your way to the fridge. He fidgets nervously. “Um, No, I haven’t. Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes.”

He smirks in response, “just call me Bucky, kid.”

Peter’s eyes widen, looking somewhat starstruck. Steve holds back a laugh, watching as you return with drinks for everybody. “Thanks sweetheart.” He glances at the small grey puppy who’s currently having a staring contest with the cat. “So, we got a dog?”

You place a slice of pizza on your plate. “I didn’t plan it, but I heard this worker saying how someone abonded this litter and that it was gonna be hard to find them homes because of stupid stereotypes about pitbulls,” you explain, huffing in frustration. Steve watches the puppy get spooked by Kiwi and run into the couch.

You glance at Bucky, noticing him self consciously tug on short sleeve. “What do you think, Buck?” You ask, trying to bring him into the conversation. His head snaps up, looking at you questiongly. “Do you like her? I think you should be the one to name her.”

He licks his lips nervously. “Me?”

You hum, “Stevie and I named Kiwi and Mango so it’s only fair you get to name her.”

“Is it gonna be another fruit name?” Peter asks curiously, chocolate brown eyes settling on Bucky. He furrows his brow in thought, “I don’t know yet.”

Peter’s nods, eating happily. “Speaking of fruits, what kind did you guys have back in the day? Like, I can’t imagine someone eating a papaya during the great depression.”

Steve chuckles in amusement. “We definitely didn’t have all the options you have today. And fruits were only available when they were in season, not year round like they are now.”

“The first time he tried a kiwi he just bit into it, skin and all,” you tease, remembering his disgust at the fuzzy texture. Peter's eyes widened, “no way!”

He laughs, looking at the super soldiers curiously. “So you could only have fruits while they were in season? What if you were craving a banana, would you have to wait all year?”

You look at the teen in alarm, “don’t get him started on bananas.”

“They’re totally different!” Steve protests, throwing up his hands in frustration. Peter flinches in surprise at the outburst. Bucky perks up, looking at him questioningly, “you noticed that too? I thought it was just me.”

Steve looks at his partner with pure admiration in his eyes. He claps his shoulder, voice heavy with emotion when he speaks, “no, pal. It’s not just you.”

You scoff at his dramatics, looking at the confused boy beside you. “The type of bananas Steve and Bucky grew up with were called Gros Michels, they were the main variety grown until the 1950s.”

Peter quirks his head. “What happened to them?”

“Panama disease wiped them out.”

“Can you still get them today?”

“Yeah, but they’re really difficult to find. Steve orders bundles of them from Hawaii.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Woah. So, how are they any different from regular bananas?”

You groan. Steve ignores your protest. “I’m glad you asked. First off they’re way sweeter and a lot more firm. The bananas people eat today are like mush, I feel like I’m eating soggy oatmeal in a peel.”

You roll your eyes but Bucky and Peter are completely focused on his speech. You suddenly feel crazy, are you the only one who doesn’t want to hear Steve’s monologue about the cruel joke that is the Cavendish banana? You pick up the puppy who is sniffing under the table, “baby girl, I think we're the only sane ones here.”

Bucky breaks away from the blonde’s lecture, peering into her silver eyes. “Plum.”

Steve pauses mid-sentence. “What?”

“The dog. I like the name Plum.”

Peter breaks out into a grin, petting the pitbull, “that’s a great name, Bucky! It really fits her.”

Bucky smiles shyly at the praise. “Aww little Plum Barnes-Rogers,” you coo, tickling her tummy.

Steve frowns, “why is Barnes first?”

The brunet scoffs, “because I’m older, you baby.”

Peter chokes on his drink in surpise.

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[marie-hoe]

Coney Island

Stucky x Platonic! Reader

Words: 596

Requested: Yes

Hiii I really like your stories! Could I request a Stucky x platonic!reader, where the reader comes back to their floor on the compound and she's usually all chirpy and sweet, but this time she just quickly runs to her room and gives short replies. Once in her room she starts crying and the super soldier hear her and console her? She's upset because her mother basically called and uninvited her from her brothers bday dinner and said she's not welcome home anymore. And poor girl can't stop crying, so Steve and bucky just hug the crap out of her and comfort her and try to distract her. And they take her out to Coney Island the next day to distract her and give her a change of scenery. Thank yaaa♥️♥️

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A tear slid down the side of your face as you stood before the front door. You took a deep breath and wiped it away, shaking your head back as you prepared yourself to walk into the compound.

Once you did, you were bound straight for your room, avoiding eye contact and keeping your head low as to not let anyone see your years. Walking past the kitchen, you were caught red-handed.

"Hey! (Y/N)!" Steve exclaimed excitedly when he saw you, from across the kitchen island where he was standing with his boyfriend, Bucky, who had turned around to greet you.

"Hey," you replied softly, not stopping to mingle.

"We're gonna make dinner if you want some!" Bucky yelled after you, which just made you begin crying again.

You held your breath until you got to your room, closing the door casually as you leaned your back against it and let your breath out slowly as tears started freefalling from your eyes. You tried desperately to keep quiet, knowing Steve and Bucky were not too far away and could possibly hear you, but the emotion was ravaging your body and before you knew it you were heaving and trying desperately to catch your breath while sitting on the floor.

"(Y/N?" Bucky said softly as you heard both boys walk into your room behind you.

You sat still, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried desperately to take deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself down.

The super soldiers noticed immediately, both lowering themselves to the floor with you as they wrapped you in their arms.

"Hey, hey, hey," Steve cooed as he pets your head, pulling it down to his shoulder.

They sat with you for a moment, calming you down the best they knew how. Finally, you came to an end, able to breathe again slowly, and straightened your head once more.

"My mom called. She says not to come over for my brother's birthday, and..." you explained slowly as the tears began to build once more. "... to never come home again."

The tears flowed once more as they had before, sweat now pooling on your forehead as you leaned it against Steve once more.

They looked at one another sadly. Seeing you in so much pain was causing them pain, especially seeing as you were typically a bubbly person, usually so chipper and sweet, and they had never seen you express so much emotion before.

"I guess I'm just not good enough for her? Or she doesn't care about me anymore? I don't know," you muttered as you began once more to calm yourself down.

You straightened your head again, suddenly upset with yourself, "I'm sorry guys. You don't have to worry about me. You were going to have a date night," you said softly as they both began stroking your hair and looking at you sympathetically.

"Now, We are having a date night, come on plus one," Steve said as they stood up and offered you a hand to help you to your feet.

Once up, they linked arms with you, walking you back to the kitchen where they made you a plate and chatted with you over dinner.

"Tomorrow, we should go to Coney Island," Bucky suggested randomly.

You furrowed your brows at him, "Coney Is-"

"Coney Island!" Steve cut you off, suddenly being really excited about the idea. "Sounds so fun! (Y/N), you have to come with us," he continued, leaving you no room to argue as you saw Bucky nodding along with him in agreement.

[hobis-hope94]

The Avengers

AN: i have a ton of ideas for avengers involved fics so i made this master list <3 this’ll be loosely platonic, possibly with Stucky being reader’s parents too sometimes <3

[buckys-little-hoe]

I like your outfit | Bucky x Reader

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky really likes your outfit, but he likes the body in it even more.

Warnings: None

A/N: Just a little something because it’s been a long time since you had something to read from me. I’m still working on Petrichor by the way!

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Waking up in another timeline isn’t quite easy. Bucky definitely remembers the first time going around the city, seeing the things from his eyes and the winter soldiers ones. To be honest, it was really confusing. Everyone seemed to be in stress, nobody took their time anymore to appreciate the little but still nice things. Everything moved faster. Phones rang, typing on laptops. There’s been a change in the climate. The world moved faster and louder. Girls didn’t only wear dresses anymore and guys dressed more feminine. He doesn’t really care about what others wear, it isn’t his business and it is definitely not his place to judge others. He was just a little curious, wanted to know how and why it changed. 

When he joined the team, everyone seemed to try and help him fit in. Wear this and that, you can’t say this anymore, try this, don’t eat that, it was proved to be unhealthy, blablabla. Bucky felt like they tried to change him. His thoughts died when Steve told him, that these times are different. Things changed and he needed to fit in, there is no returning back to the old times. He understood that know, so he really tried to do so. Read books like the shining, watched movies like pulp fiction, listened to ABBA and dressed right. That way he even discovered new things that he liked. Bucky likes Twitter, he even uses a secret spam account. He likes dirty dancing, it’s a good movie. So many new things to like, but what he never seemed to be okay with were jeans. They’re tight, ugly and uncomfortable. How can people wear them? The loose jeans are okay, but the tight, skinny jeans were just a no go for him. And then you joined the team. You liked to dress girly, sometimes big sweatpants but you mostly wore dresses or skirts. He loved seeing you in those. You seemed innocent, adorable and kind. You were caring and loveable. It didn’t take much time and Bucky already had a crush on you. He loves talking to Steve about your outfits, thinking that you look cute. 

Today you have a really bad day. When you’re on your period you normally wear sweatpants because you hate wearing skirts or dresses while fighting your bleeding. But it is your friends birthday and you have to dress formal. You decide to wear skinny high waist jeans with a white blouse. Simple but elegant. While brushing through your hair you check your phone, only to notice that your friends boyfriend wrote you a message, telling you to bring some alcohol. Sighing you leave your bathroom, walking directly to the kitchen. Bucky and Steve seem to be in a heated argument about the movie clueless, if it is okay to date your step brother even if he isn’t your step brother anymore. Smiling you greet the boys. “Good Morning Gentlemen, having a little nice morning chat?”, you ask while walking to the cabinets. “You could say so, Y/N.”, Steve answers and neither of them take a look at you. “Well just continue, I won’t bother you.”, you say and bend down to search for some good booze. Bucky is about to argue about how they’re not blood related when he takes a look at you. Well, he certainly is looking at your ass, which looks absolutely stunning in those jeans. His jaw drops and Steve follows his eyes. Steve’s face immediately turns red. The lack of conversation confuses you, which is why you turn around to see them both stare at you. “Everything okay?”, you wonder and both nod in agreement. “I just like your as- outfit! It is very nice, doll.”, Bucky stutters and blushes. You grin and nod. “Thank you, Bucky! I also think that my ass looks very nice.”

[spideymarvelws]

Royal!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

 When the son of a king and the daughter of a maid endorse in a forbidden love, a baby boy is born but under the prosecution of death according to the kings word. To save his life, he is given away to the Roger’s family, towns away, to grow up without the weight of his existence on his shoulders, until the rise of an ungodly, psychotic king. Bucky is forced to learn the importance of his purpose and live up to his rightful title as king, maybe even with a worthy queen at his side.

Main Masterlist

Warnings: death, violence and anything that really comes with leadership *cough cough* fluff, angst, the whole shabang, stucky being friendship goals, dare i say more

* will indicate Smut 18+ bb

Chapters:

> Prologue <  

> I <

> II <

> III <

> IV <

> V < 

and so forth...

A/n: I've been obsessed with stories of kings and queens and the royal!au as well as bucky barnes so why not put two and two together;)     I would love feedback to improve on anything that could bettered and yeeeeee lets see how this goes...

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[until-theend-oftheline]

Bait With a Punch

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 495

Warnings: Don’t know. Tempered reader? Language.

Prompt: Hey, I just need her for like 5 hours to use a bait.

Requested by: @emilyevanston

A/N: Unbetaed - all mistakes are mine

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

“Come on! It will be fun!” Clint all but whined, making you roll your eyes at him. He and Nat had been your best friends for years. Usually, there weren’t many adventures he couldn’t convince you to join them on, but right now his timing simply sucked.

“I can’t Clint. I got a million things to do before the wedding this weekend,” you pushed past him as you were trying to get all the placement cards ready before it was too late.

“If Steve asked you, you would have said yes,” Clint pouted.

You started to object, knowing that Steve would never ask you to go on a mission a few days before your wedding. The crazy bastard might go himself, but he wouldn’t include you or Bucky unless the world was literally ending… again.

When you turned around Clint’s wounded baby bird expression got to you. Everything was changing for him and truthfully as much as he adapted to anything thrown at him he hated it. At least when the things changing had been his fixture for a long time. You, Nat and Clint, had been a team. When you met Bucky and Steve that had slowly started to chance. Clint and Nat would always be your best friends but Steve and Bucky were about to become your husbands. No matter how you twisted it, they were your first choice and priority now. That didn’t mean you still didn’t love your best friends though.

You let out a defeated sigh and pulled a face at Clint, who just returned your gesture with his most charming smile. The bastard knew he had won.

“Fine. Let me grab my gear,” you muttered just as the door flung open and Steve walked in closely followed by Bucky.

“Nat called. You’re unbelievable Barton,” Steve hissed at the man in front of you, who instantly put on his most defensive expression.

“Hey, I just need her for like 5 hours to use a bait, then she’s all yours again,” Clint smirked.

You saw Steve grabbing a firm hold of a charging Bucky, just before you spun around punching Clint in the face. He wasn’t really hurt but took a few steps backwards, checking his nose for blood nonetheless.

“Hey! What the fuck Y/N?!” he whined but you just glared back at him.

“Bait Barton?! Really! Now get the fuck out before I make Steve let go of Bucky…” a mischievous grin appeared on your face as an idea occurred to you. “Or I make you wear a dress and walk down the aisle with Tony!”

“You wouldn't…” Clint’s eyes widened, while yours narrowed.

“Try me, buddy!”

Clint mumbled something about super soldier sperm having short-circuited your brain as he made a hasty exit out the window. You and Bucky who had calmed down as soon as you fist collided with Clint’s face both broke down laughing, while Steve lovingly rolled his eyes at the two of you.

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