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junova · 3 years

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never been in love — single dad!steve (headcannon)

pairing: single dad!steve x teacher!reader

abstract: the one where steve likes you a lot and his daughter does too.

warnings: it gets a lil smutty towards the end (18+) not really tho, this is so much longer than i intended jfc, bucky being kind of a dick, hint of daddy kink, cheating?

[a/n]: this was totally inspired by @marvelouspeterparker post. i read it and it pulled me out of my writers block so thank u ! also this is so unnecessarily long but i have no excuse other than im a hoe for steve rogers??

*** gif isnt mine — i forgot creds srry :/

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oh god this one is going to hUrt me

but can you just imagine when steve really gets to see you, not just in passing as he picks up his daughter

he nearly shits himself because how in the hell had he not noticed you before?

one any given day, he’s right on time to pick up shai

he’s always punctual

— until today

not only was he late, but he was an hour late and in his mess of mind he was fully convinced they’d never let him bring her to the school again

to make matters even worse his phone had died and his cable was nowhere to be found in his dying, old pick up truck

not to mention his sweet little angel, more than likely frightened out of her mind

— but he was so wrong

practically in a full sprint, he quickly made his way to shai’s classroom when he found her perfectly peaceful while she talked with her teacher

even though, she was facing him and could see him she paid him no mind. it didn’t faze her that her father was so late because you had stayed to keep her company

“well, it looks like he finally decided to show up.” shai spoke to you, loud enough so her father in the doorway could her. the edge in her tone pushing sassy all the way through

of course as soon as shai found her way in steve’s arms he profusely apologized and graciously thanked you for staying with her saying he would repay you for it

— and it definitely had nothing to do with how attracted steve was to you. nope. not at all

you dismissed his gesture, it was a delight to be with shai and you told him such but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let it go

— and he didn’t

the very next day, when he dropped shai off and handed you a dozen pastries he had made fresh this morning

the way you gushed over it, cheekbones high and happy over his kindness made steve’s heart swell

they were still warm and you just couldn’t believe he made these with his bare hands

it was easily the kindest gift anyone ever gave you and you told him that too before you could stop yourself

then he just started bringing you a pastry or two every other day, even if you’d refused them the next day he would bring double the amount he brought the day before

you stopped refusing him bc you already felt guilt since he wouldn’t let you pay for a single one

after two weeks, steve asked you out. you weren’t shocked he had, he had been buttering you up but no matter how charming you thought he was you couldn’t.

he was a parent of one of your students and you just couldn’t allow yourself to go there

it wasn’t necessarily against the rules, but it was frowned upon

accepting your rejection with grace and humility he grabbed shai before bidding you goodbye that day

you thought that was the end of it, until you saw him the following friday night at the bar you frequented at

— alone

you wanted to talk to him, the tequila in your system giving you an irresistible urge to but you were on a date with on of your friends’ coworkers

james buchanan barnes

he definitely was a smooth taker, those dazzling blue eyes sparkling like they knew something you didn’t

you really wanted to be interested, he was a loose shape of a man you’d dream about. maybe you could even pretend he was the one you really wanted

not when steve was sitting at the bar, alone.

but you left that thought behind and you convinced yourself you really were smitten with bucky

two weeks later, bucky and you had been on a few dates and he seemed to like you but you knew you had to end things.

whatever little fling you had going on

your heart got more of kick when steve used to bring you pastries in the morning before class than when bucky kissed you after your first date.

then he asked if you would come to his house, he was having a small get together and would love if you’d be there

— reluctantly, you went

bucky’s friends were nice, each one of them making you feel welcomed into their tight circle.

it turned into a better night than you thought and bucky seemed to be super touchy, guiding you onto his lap as you sat around the fire in his patio

natasha, bucky’s long friend since high school, had you all in fits on the stories from the past

everyone was too busy reeling to recognize his presence but you had the to be blind not to

there steve stood gaping at you’d like you were a ghost, certainly surprised to see you perched on bucky’s lap

yep you wanted to just crawl under a whole a stay there forever

“Glad to see you showed up, punk.” Bucky gesturing for him to make his way over to you, even when you pulled at the sleeve of his henley to stop him.

— of course your efforts to tame bucky in did nothing

he grabbed a cold one before making his way to the two of you

and dear god was it as awkward as ever

“Honey, this is my best friend, Steve.” Honey? He had never called you anything besides your name. By the way he pulled you even closer to him made you think there was something else entirely going on.

you certainly didn’t miss the way steve’s jaw clenched or as he held his right hand picking at the piece of bark rather aggressively

“Um, we actually know each other. Shai is in my class, actually.” Feeling rather suffocated by the weight of Bucky’s arms now that the man you felt too much for was here. “Really? I had no idea.”

steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, infuriated. it wasn’t just that bucky knew you were shai’s teacher but he knew just how much steve liked you.

he didn’t shut up about you since he you with his daughter — something inside him changing in an instance

it wasn’t just that he thought you were the most wonderful woman he’d me — shai also raved over you

shai’s mother leaving a gaping whole in her heart she didn’t quite understand at the age of five was filled by you

you were kind to her, your patience never wearing thin as you gave her the attention she deserved

it may be your job but you enjoyed every moment with her and steve noticed

“Oh? She’s the one you would wake up an hour early for to make the pastries?” Bucky blurted out.

he woke up an early just to make those for you?

the way steve looked at the ground, grinding his fingertip against the label of his beer made you want to cry. his neck flaring pink at the embarrassment only made you wish you were in his arm instead

— even more than you already did

“You really should have seen the smile on his face when he came back from the school gushing over how much you liked what he had made.”

Bucky tightened his arm around your waist before saying. “Or when you reject him, I still can’t decide which is better.”

“That’s enough, James.” You tone harsh, before you ripped yourself away.

you couldn’t even look at steve, you don’t think your heart could handle it so you practically sprinted to your car

you needed to get the fuck out of here

until you reached for you keys, but they weren’t in your pocket

“Looking for these?” His hands looping through your keys giving it a twirl. “Star Wars fan?” Steve gesturing to you baby yoda key chain. “Maybe just a tad.”

“Thank you, Steve.” He tried to ignore the jump you ignited in his heart whenever you said his name.

handing your keys, he turned away from you, heading back into the house until you yanked him forward

the force so strong he though he was going to body slam into you before he pushing his weight against the car.....and you

“I’m sorry about, Bucky. I never would have gone out with him if I knew you two were friends.” You admitted while Steve just stood there looking embarrassed.

god did you always have to ruin everything

“I-I just, um, have these feelings for you. These very complicated feelings that make me want to throw every morally sound thought I have to the wind.”

“Which thought did you want to get rid of right now?” Stepping outside of his comfort zone, Steve grabbed your hands and just on instinct alone you cradled his face like it was the most natural act in the world. Like you had done it a thousand times.

“I mean, for one I’m telling myself I shouldn’t be this close to you.” Steve taking you by surprise as he tilted his head to the side, kissing the palm of your hand.

did he really just-

“What else, sweet girl?”

oh, you really were a goner

“I don’t know.” You spoke softly. Admitting to not only him but yourself — you couldn’t think when he was this close to you.

“Oh, but I think you do.” Steve diving right in as he latched his plump lips to your neck. Making whispers of his name drip off your tongue.

before you register what was happening steve had you pressed up against the car, rough hands gripping your thighs as your legs clinged to his slim waist

not to mention the ratio from his broad shoulders to his hips had your pussy drowning more

making you forget why you’d ever rejected him in the first place and he had hardly even touched you yet

then his lips met yours and you knew he had ruined you for anyone else. no one would ever compare to him and not anyone from your past did.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, completely in awe of what Steve was capable of doing to you in a matter of seconds. The proud smirk he wore in great contrast to what he felt back by the fire when he saw your body entangled with Bucky.

“If I ever see you sitting on my best friend’s lap again, I will go fucking crazy. Do you understand?” Steve eyes burning with envy.

“Yes, Daddy.”

brb gonna cry that i don’t have my very own steve rogers rip

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tags: @tonystankschild @parkastoria @kayteewritessteve

#bc i’m too lazy to actually write this out #maybe one day 🧐👀#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers hc #steve rogers headcanon #singe dad!steve #steve rogers au #maritza writes

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wolfs-hunt1 · 3 years

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See me after class 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1573

Warnings: Alchool consuption, sexual themes

A/N: drunk drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club . Can’t believe it took me so long to write this, but the ideia I had for it when out the window as soon as i wrote the first few words. I know I might have gotten way off topic XD. So this isnt like i had hoped for, but i do hope you’ll like it.

Part 3

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The best part about Halloween season in university? All the parties being planed by the students. They were an annual occurrence, and the talk of the school for weeks before, making the corridors buzz with excitement for them. Some of your classmates were gonna dress up with matching costumes, but you?

You had something else planned. Bucky had agreed to go with you to one of the parties, since he put in for a transfer to another university the two of you could be a bit more open with your relationship, but now you couldn't really gawk up at him during classes anymore. Oh well. It was a small price to pay.

He had also agreed to let you choose your costumes. So you had decided to try and get creative with your costume, and maybe even try something new in the bedroom with him. You had chosen the costumes already, you only needed to hide them for a bit more from Bucky so that you could watch the surprise on his face when you showed him.

The week dragged on, and once the weekend came you were so excited to spend the next week with Bucky you barely managed to keep yourself from jumping up on him when he showed up at your apartment door.

"Wow there." Bucky leans down and gives you a long kiss, before looking longingly at you, "I know you are excited babe, but no need to jump me here in the hallway," he chuckles at you, leading you back inside, "we can wait for when we're inside." he waggles his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and gently slap his arm.

"I've been two weeks without you, I don't want to wait." you two walk further into the apartment, him taking off his leather jacket and laying it on the back of the couch. You start kissing him, interlocking your fingers in his hair and pulling him to you gently. "I have something for you. It's a surprise." you say between kisses.

He hums and grabs onto your hips, walking you into a walk and moving his lips across your jaw up to your ear. "I do like surprises." he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine. He sucks gently on your neck and gives a little bite before gently licking the spot to soothe the little pain. "So, what did you have planed?"

"I bought us matching costumes, and thought that maybe we could…. do some roleplay with them?" this intrigued Bucky.

"Roleplay? I think I like that idea. So… what costumes did you get us?" you felt giddiness course your veins at his question, so you moved from the wall, and pulled him with you to the bedroom. you walk up to the wardrobe and pull out two big costume bags to put them in the bed for Bucky to see.

"Go on, you can look." you say, a big smile adorning your lips while you waited expectantly for his response. He opened the bags and stopped, looking at the contents for the longest of times. There was a small smirk on his face when he took out the pair of fluffy ears and tail to inspect them better. He noticed the but plug in the tail and looked at you to see you biting your lips.

"Those are for me… and the rest is for you." Bucky put the items on the plush bed covers and looks inside the bags once more, he can see a red shirt, leather pants, and a dark red cape with a hood.

"Oh, I get it. So you're gonna be my big bad wolfy now, are you?"

"And you will be my little red riding hood." you nodded at him, getting closer to him until you stood right in front of him, between the bed.

"But here's the catch. We need to stay in the costumes all night at the party, and we can't do anything before we return home." with this is smile dropped and he forced a pout.

"Ah, babe, but watching you with that tail all night and not being able to touch will be torture to me." You lean ever closer to his body, mischieve in your eyes. You can feel him harden against your body, and so you rub harder against him, making his breath came out in hot pants. You suddenly step away, wanting and disappointment crossing Bucky's face, before he straightens himself up and concedes to your terms.

"Very well, no touching while at the party… but that doesn't mean I can't tease you." you think over his words before answering.

"Deal."

Dressing with Bucky constantly trying to tease and to grope you wasn't easy, he also made you not go to the party twice so you could stay home and fuck like mad rabbits. But you managed to take his insatiable hunger for your body and here you two were at one of the parties that were being thrown by the students.

His red shirt hugged his body in all the right places and the leather pants did little do hide his bulge, which seemed to refuse to leave every time he looked your way. The cape with the hood was a bit on the smaller side, only reaching his knees, but it was enough to know what he was dressed up as.

You had fishnets on with booty shorts, the but plug tail sticking out until your mid-thigh, swishing around every time you moved, its soft fur caressing your skin and making shivers run up your spine. You had also a leather corset, and some high heels on, making you almost as tall as Bucky himself.

His hands go to tour lower back, gently guiding you up the stairs of the frat house, before letting you walk through the door first. The entrance hall is filled with dancing monsters and fairies, everyone holding a cup of some alcohol or another. Everyone's costumes were on point and even the simpler ones had something special that put them apart from the others.

The loud music was making the entire floor boom, and the rumbly bass making your bones shake. You danced a bit around, rubbing up against bucky whenever the other people got too close to you and squeezed you to him. You could hear him hissing softly when your tail pressed up against his bulge, making you smile in triumph. You were so going to make tonight hard on him. Literally.

You did have a lot of compliments on your wolf costume, although you could see the other girl's eyes lingering more on Bucky than they should. That actually made you feel hotter, because you knew you were the one taking him home.

"I see Nat, by the bar, I'm gonna go say hi." you yell over the music, while he nodded at you and walked over to the food table.

"Hi, Nat!"

"(Y/N)!" she throws herself at you, hugging you tightly, making you stumble a bit on your heels and hug her back just as tightly. "You look hot, girl!"

"And you look devilish!", she stared at her. She, in her red lingerie and pair of black wings, was the sexiest rendition of a demon, anyone's probably seen that night.

"Wheres Wanda?"

She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, nodding to the dance floor behind you. "She's busy drooling over Vi." you looked at the place she had pointed to see Wanda and Vision dancing super close together, not even acknowledging anyone around them. "So... What about you? I see you're dressed has a cat?"

"Wolf."

"Or that... did you bought matching costumes for your date?"

"Yes. He's my little red riding hood."

"Wow, I thought it was the other way around?"

"I thought to give it a twist." you grinned, calling the attention of the bartender to make you and Nat some shots. "Besides, he looks hot in those leather pants." you nod at Bucky only to see him swarmed with college girls, wearing even less than Natasha if that was even possible.

"Seems like they are trying to steal your little red. Wanna go wolf them down?" you think for a few seconds and decide that you would. you asked the bartender for some more drinks so you could bring one to Bucky, and walk throw the crowd to them.

"Here you have it, sweetie, your drink." you say seductively, catching Bucky's eye, and the other girls. He took the cup and pulled you to him, ignoring the girl that was cuddling up to his side altogether and pushing her aside.

"And hello back, babe, I missed you when you were gone." he took a sip from the cut, and with his arm still around your waist, moved over to where Nat was laughing her ass off over the girls disappointed and angry faces for having been ignored. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

"Oh I do my little red, but you seemed like you needed saving from those harpies, and who best than your own bad wolf?" your voice was but a whisper on his ear, leaving then a trail of nips and kissed down his neck making him shudder.

He didn't take much longer than that. He said goodbye to your friends and grabbed you over his shoulder, taking you home soon after and making you howl his name all night long.

Part 5

#reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #HBC Drunk Drabbles

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coco96 · 4 years

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LDAF - JB Romantic

Bare Left Arms (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Request: ... people have the names of their platonic soulmates on their left wrist/arm and the names of their romantic soulmates on their right wrist/arm ... R has REALLY long list of platonic soulmates ... Bucky ... isn’t on her left arm list, he assumes that it’s because he’s unlovable ... when Bucky fully lets her in for the first time ... then they get each other’s names on their right wrist ...

Losing Almost Everything (Clint Barton X Daughter!Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: ATTEMPTED SELF HARM Other warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War, death Request: Clint barton’s oldest daughter from a previous relationship. She’s enganged to bucky when the snap happens and goes into a deeper depression when she finds out from her dad and natasha that laura and her siblings were dusted and clint and natsha both stop her from harming herself just in time.

Old Thoughts (Bucky X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Coming out, mention of homophobia and not being accepted, yelling Request: Hi! Would I be able to request a Bucky x daughter where he finds out she’s a lesbian and maybe isn’t so accepting of it at first but at the end he’s understanding/accepting and just rlly fluffy? If you don’t want to do it it’s totally fine

Anniversary announcements (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationship and swearing. Request: … Bucky and the reader has been dating for a long time and one day they discuss for something stupid and Bucky move his arms in a strange way and the reader gets scared (because of the movement, not because she is affraid of him) and Bucky gets very sad and the reader try to explain him that she is not affaid? Like a lit angst with fluff. Hope you could understand it..

I’m Here (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Claustrophobia, panic attacks Request: Can you write one where Bucky and the reader are ok with each other but there’s some tension thrown around? Tony decides to make them work out what ever it is and lock them in a small room together. The room ends up being too small for the reader and she falls to the floor hyperventilating and Bucky tries to snap her out of it while cussing out stark cause he knows they’re on speaker.

Inspiration (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of past serious accident Request: … Bucky Barnes x reader where she was recently recruited after him and she has a similar prosthetic leg or something (you pick) and they bond over their prosthetics? Thank you so much!! 💕

You Should Know (Bucky X Male!Reader) Warnings: Bucky’s past Request: Hey! Could you please write a Bucky x male reader one shot where they’ve been dating for a while but the reader doesn’t know that he’s dating the Winter Soldier so Bucky tells him? Maybe some angst and fluff?

Bad Day (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: minor swearing once Request: … reader has had a really rough day at work and is really frustrated and when she comes home Bucky accidentally makes a joke that just sets her off? Can it please be really fluffy at the end? Thanks in advance!

Sisterly Assistance (Bucky X Male!Reader) Request: Can I request a Bucky x T’Chala’s!Brother!Reader where Reader is older than Shuri but younger than T’Chala… He was taking care of Bucky with Shuri, and developed a crush on the White Wolf… He decides to tell Shuri about it and she plays match maker with them, because she knows that Bucky likes her brother, too…

Good Enough (Bucky Barnes X Asexual!Reader) Warnings: Self-consious reader Request: An asexual gender neutral reader x bucky where the reader breaks down bc they think they arent enough for bucky? Xx

Movies (Steve X Fem!Reader X Bucky) Request: … Just where they’re all just snuggling together with the reader between the both of anthem because she’s the smallest + they’re talking about stuff thats been going on with the avengers; theyre all just really comfortable with each other + care about each other a lot. …

I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?

Learning To Love (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: … Bucky and the reader are in love but he avoid her because he hasnt remember how to be with a girl. So the reader confronts him and he tolds her that he is affraid of hurting her and fluff (love your fic, your amazing) <3

Part Of The Family. (Bucky X Tomboy!Reader X Reader) | Part 2 Request: Could you write something where Steve and Bucky live in a house and they have a spare room and put an ad out for a roommate? Reader is a college student with a crude sense of humor and she takes the room. She thinks farting and burping are hilarious and on weekends the 3 of them get together with lots of beer and sports on the tv. Because she’s one of the guys they say she’s the best roommate to ever have.

Pretty Woman (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of cat-calling Request: … Bucky x reader by the song “Oh Pretty Woman"by Roy Orbison?

Late Night Truth or Dare (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Alcohol and drinking Request: … the avengers with reader play to thruth or dare (they had been drinking so its more funny) and they said funny things until they ask bucky and he confess he is in love with the reader, and all ask them to kiss? …

I Can’t Leave You Here. (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Drug mentions, prostitution mentions Request: ... Bucky is dating a ‘normal’ girl but she’s never taken him to her place cause she’s embarrassed that she’s very low income? One day he follows her home and realizes how bad off she really is so he asks her to move in with him at the tower?

I Can’t (Steve X Fem!Reader X Bucky) Request: … ‘Having a secret crush on both Steve and Bucky’ would include and I was wondering if you could do an imagine based on that with fluff and angst maybe where they try to make her choose and she gets upset and doesn’t choose so she ends up with either neither of them or both of them. Thanks in advance.

Starbucks (Bucky X Male!Reader) Request: … reader is a barista at Starbucks. When the reader is on his lunch break, he’s meets Bucky for the first time after offering him a seat at his table (because all the tables were full). They hit it off really well and become good friends. Later on, Reader notices that Bucky starts coming to have coffee whenever reader is on break so they can hang out.

Memories In A Nightmare (Bucky X Male!Reader) Warnings: Nightmares, harm to character. Request: ... reader who has pretty galaxy/space powers calming down his boyfriend bucky? Extra fluffy! Maybe in his mindwahsed state bucky hurts the reader but reader judt loves bucky and is like no this isnt u!

A little Persuasion (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Angry/ upset Bucky, flirting, jealousy. Request: ... Bucky is in love with the reader but wont confess, so Pietro flirts with the reader trying to make Bucky jealous and it works out, and Bucky confronts Pietro in front o the reader and lot of fluff?

Surprise! (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Sad emotions Request: … reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but they were just planning a surprise party for them? …

Finally Complete (Bucky X Wife!Reader) Warnings: Infertility Request: ... They’re married and she finds out she can’t have a baby. So him and tony (her big brother) go adopt a little girl to surprise her. She gets in from work to see her super soldier snuggled up to a 4 yr old girl. She jumps up extremely excited and asks if your her new mommy. Reader is so happy she’s in tears.

Liebling (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: ... the Avengers make fun of the reader because she’s german and one day she pretends to insults them in german but actually she gives them cute nicknames? Maybe some Bucky x reader because he knows he’s got a special nickname? ...

I Brought Flowers (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and illness Request: Bucky X Reader

I’ll Kill Him (Avengers X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse. Request: Reader is the Avenger’s assistant and like a little sister to them, and one day she doesn’t come into work and Bucky goes to her house to make sure she’s OK and finds out she’s in an abusive relationship and helps her.

Sleep (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of violence and fighting Request: ... reader kinda acts like a cat and is constantly tired, no matter how much sleep she gets! ... the reader have aerokinesis ...

Unfortunate Reunion (Bucky Barnes X Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of CW, Black Panther, swearing and death of character Request: Bucky angst here, maybe a break up? Or a reunion years later after a break up? Maybe reader death? Thanks!

New Member (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: ... Bucky x mutant reader? Maybe she has fire powers? She’s very shy when she first goes to compound too ...

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vyperwithoutadoubt · 3 years

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They were still a few hundred short on the house alone. She had taken small jobs in the area. Pittance but she had to think on the babies.

Another was to offer a little one on one training

"I can't hit you " Her newest recruit complained

"Why not Come on get in a stance, you want to be picked for Avengers right" Bex huffed

"You are pregnant"

"So Next Excuse " She sweeps the trainees leg putting her on the floor

"Also your Agent Barnes little sister"

There it was . Not that she was an assaian Best of the zoo project , over a hundred kills Nor Dexs wife but that she was Barnes little sister Once more someone was more afraid of Bucky than her She feared getting in trouble with her superiors

"Listen are you going to fight or come up with excuses " Bexx hissed becoming aggressive so the girl would have to fight back on end up on the floor

"Bucky isnt going to find out unless you tell him " Bexx reminding her as they started to spar and soon Bexx was becoming impresssed with her student

Shield had a long way to go with its green recruits but soon she would train them to Hydra standard

Next year Bucky would have some kick ass students thanks to her

and every dollar she earned was coming closer to the Pointdexter family home

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yennefer-stark · 3 years

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Rehab of a soldier

Part two

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Almost at midnight, I heard a scream wich reached the inside of my bones. Like he experiencing physical pain... I immediately ran to him.

-Hey... It's just me, Yennefer, can I come in?

-Please... --his voice was broken and quiet as he tried to holding back his tears.

-You had a bad dream --I sat down in his bed and swiped away his cold sweat. He didnt know what I wanted, so he sat there, completely frozen; when Buck realized that I mean no harm for him, he closed his eyes and leant into my palm-- Can...can you tell me your dream?

-They wiped me again because I said I knew him, the man on the bridge.

-You were right Bucky, You know who he is. Your childhood best friend. He still remember you even if you doesn't.... Should I go or should I stay?

-Please, stay with me...

-Are you sure?

He doesnt answered, just nodded with his head, so I laid next to him, because there wasnt so much space in his bed. For me, his hug with his metal hand was a surprise. I started to play with his hair. Once again, he froze by a sudden, then again, he relaxed. The next day, I woke up in an empity bed, I walked to the kitchen, where Steve cooked something, the radio quietly played some music.

-Do you met with him?

-Buck? No, I didnt.

-He might went to buy a few thing. I found him yesterday at the museum. He sat at your picture and he said, he remember one single date. July 4, 1918. After 70 years of torture and being frozen constanly, he still remembers.

-My birthday, and trust me, he remember much more than that. What do yo think, why we do this in secret?

-What kind of program he has in his arm? Unknown HYDRA right? When dad was an UNI student he hacked the Pentagon...

-How much time do you need Yennefer?

-Thats on Buck's arm... If something can go wrong, It will go bad sometime for sure. I dont want to be a bad person, but I'd be happy if his robotic arm cant fucntion properly. Do you spoke with Thor?

-No. He doesnt know where Loki went, he still search him.

After a few minute, Bucky come back from shopping, looked at me, than Steve, dead in his track. He arranged his face back to normal, while Steve just wanted to hug him.

-Not now Steve.

-Long time no see Buck.

-Long time ago? I dont remember. ... I think my name is Bucky and we went to italy...? And at another misson I fell from the train...?

At the end, Steve hugged his ex-assassin best friend, who pushed away him.

-Why did you do this?

-We used to greet like this.

-Really? Coz I remember only one date... July 4, 1918. I try to remember things, but after a time, it hurts... And I cant remember much more than that.

He placed the plastig bag in the table, then he went up to his room, he may closed the door with his metal hand, coz Steve an I heard a loud crashing sound.

-If the door is still in It's place it's a luck, that was forceful...

-True, but what I've done?

-You? You did nothing wrong, just your presence is new for him. Yesterday night he was so calm... He leaned into my hand when he figured out that I mean no harm to him.

-He doesnt seemed like a sleepless person, what did you done?

-It's... my secret, but if you forgive me, I have other things to do. Captain.

With a slightly evil grin I turned away from him, and then I went up to Bucky's room. The door wasnt there, just the frame.... The man behind the door's piece was stressed and tense. When he saw me, his eyes radiated pure fear and started to backing away.

-I didnt wanted to destroy the door, I'm sorry. I think something happened with my hand...

-Come on, I can do something with it.

-What can you do with it?

-You'll see, trust me.

I saw the pure terror and complete fear in his eyes as he leaned against the wall. I dont know what HYDRA did with him, but I'm sure they broke him into million pieces and this fact broke me a bit too.

-Before I start this whatever, I will ask you a few question, but I dont know that... You're able to answer the questions...

-What questions?

-How much do you want to be free? How much do you want to know them dead?

-So you say, I will be free and no longer under commands? Finally I can be free from them?

-Yes. I can guarantee that.

-Who are you?

-Lemme say, that you met with my grandparents...

His face was so pale when I said that he met with them. After I implanted the blocker, he experienced a littlebit of pain, coz he didnt used to have opinions and peace, and the program just blocked all of those. I meant the HYDRA-programs...

-You might have nightmares still, but at least, they cannot use you anymore. You're free Buck.

-If I find Rumlov or Pierce... I'll kill them without hesitation.

-Take it easy Buchanan, you have so much time. Will you come with me for breakfast?

-They rarely call me like that.

-I hope that it isnt a problem.

I walked into the kitchen with a smirk on my lips, where the Captain raised one of his eyebrows and asked me with that.

-I think he's super confused, and I'm sure those bastards will come to take him back.

Bucky was still afraid but he walked with more confidence than last night. I know it that he need some time to get used to his new surroundings and that fact he doesnt need to kill anymore. The program blocked all of the HYDRA commands. But still, he looked at Steve like he doesnt know him.

-You said that we used to be very good friends...

-You said to me that you're with me till the end of the line.

-I hope you didnt done anything stupid...

-I can not promise that...

-Steve... Dont lie. Or do I need to tell that you love jumping out from planes without parachute? Or that story when you fall 100 meters when we smoked out the HYDRA from SHIELD?

-You didnt changed a damn thing.

We sat down and ate all our breakfast and after that, Steve washed away the dishes, then went away, coz he had serious things to do, he left heavy silence between me and Bucky. His cerulean-greyish eyes hide the most, almost unbearable pain, his walnut brown hair softly framed his features and it was long as Loki's hair...soulder lenght with a little bit of stubble. Completely different from Loki, but as charming as him... But I dont need to pining on things like that, but still... Months went away sinse we had a really heated argument and at the end, I made him leave. He left me in his trademark scent: cinnamon, mint, pine forest and old book.

-What are you thinking about?

-Nothing. Why you would be interested in my problems?

-Its good to tell your problems to strangers.

-But I know who you are.

-You stil can tell me.

-I dont want it.

-You want me to find out?

-Just ask Steve then, he knows what my problem is... I trained with him in the gym, in fact till this day, buf... I got a friend who doesnt liked this..

-Thats good, coz you can train with Steve.

-No, no. Dont misunderstood the situation. He was the best; in everything, well, almost everything.

-How he looked out?

-Tall, like the door over there, shoulder lenght black hair, and gorgeous green eyes. They were envious of him tho... Our relationship doesnt started so well. It's still hard to talk about but this happened almost a year ago... I mean... Our quarell...

-How...how much time do you two...?

-Almost four years. But if you dont mind, I'm going to my room and do some paperwork.

The truth was that I wanted to cry alone, in my room which was still full of Loki's scent.... That doesnt matter that other metal things were here, the God was way stronger. This was the main cause why I cried, but his abscene... was at such level that I started to cry when I saw green... After a few minutes I heard a quiet knock on my door, so I opened up with cried-out eyes.

-Still doesnt matter what's the problem?

-Yes, coz if I tell you, you will laugh at me...

-Why would I do that?

-Soo... I had a very serious and heated quarell with him, and I made him go away. That was a mistake tho; and I start thinking that he's with another.

-Let it go, but as I see, it's not easy to do. Since there is such a scent in your room?

-Since I met with him. It's his trademark scent.

-My hand...

-Do I need to fix it again? I can paint something if you want. Just say it.

-No. What do YOU need?

-Nothing? I have everything. Family, job, money, adrenalin, stress. --he moved closer, and grabbed my hand with his right. As if he knew what powers I own, he looked right in my eyes.

-I'm traumatised, not blind. Dont think that I wont see what you miss.

He let go of my hand, and left me in my room. I went after him, maybe too fast, coz he frooze in his track, and this was the moment I almost regret my whole life.... I kissed him, thanks to an accident. He may thought that I wanted to do because he hugged me at my waist. When I pulled away, Bucky smiled like Loki used to. Not in the mischievous way, more likely in a happy way.

-I...I didnt wanted ...

-I do. Do you want it again?

-I dont know... I have a boyfriend...

-Who went missing a year ago, let it go, you deserve better.

-But you didnt know.... He's not from earth.

-Then Pierce, Rumlov and Zola too...

@winterbuckytho @i-smell-penniess @itsbuckyb1tch

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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good boys, bad boys

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chapter 3: football

words: 2.5k

warnings: none

author’s note: OKAY I JUST REMEMBERED FOOTBALL ISNT IN THE SPRING/SUMMER TIME IM AN IDIOT BUT JUST GO ALONG WITH IT

For Peter, this week has been incredibly boring. The entire school seems to have the itch for summer, you can almost feel it. His teachers are running out of planned material, but they still aren’t allowed to goof off.

At least it’s Friday.

“Are you coming to the football game tonight, Peter?” Steve asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Before Peter has a chance to respond, Sam cuts in.

“You better be, Parker. This is the semi-final.”

Sam Wilson is a junior like them, one of Steve’s best friends and teammate.

He sighs and picks at his mixed fruit cup.

“I wouldn’t miss it. You know that.” He responds, catching a glimpse of Steve’s baby blue eyes.

“Damn straight.” Sam huffs, taking a bite of his almost-soggy pizza.

The boy with fiery red hair and posture like a dancer turns to him.

“We appreciate you attending, Peter. Even if some people,” He shoots a glare at Sam, “Don’t make that clear.”

“Thanks Vis. But really, I love watching you guys play. It’s fun. And I wouldn’t miss the semi-finals for the world.”

Peter doesn’t know much about the senior, only that he plays football and Vis is certainly not an actual name.

Vis gives him a small smile before turning back to his lunch.

“Does anyone want me to take their trash?” Peter offers, standing up off of the plastic bench.

A couple of hands place wrappers onto his tray. He turns and heads to the trash can. On his way there, he sees that Stark and his guys are eating at the table next to it. Taking a deep breath, he pretends to look at the other tables as he approaches the trash can. He successfully gets rid of his trash and tray without interruption. As he walks back to his own table, he can’t help but glance back at their table, meeting the blue-grey eyes on a familiar face.

***

“Why do we even have to pay to get in? At least we show up.” Stephen complains as they stand in line, waiting to pay their admission.

“Come on, it’s only $2. And we’re supporting the school.” Peter tells him, poking him in the bicep.

“Oh, the school. How could I forget.” Stephen scoffs, taking out his wallet a grabbing 2 dollar bills. Peter takes his own crumpled money and tries flattening it out.

“Hello, boys.” Their teacher, Mrs. Harriman, says as they approach the ticket booth.

“Hi, Mrs. Harriman.” They say in unison, holding out their wrinkled bills.

She takes them and stamps their hands with a custom stamp of their school logo.

The atom design is smudged and unclear from the ink, but Peter doesn’t mind.

They walk inside the gates, noticing how the bleachers are already packed.

“Peter!”

Peter’s heart rate increases when he notices Bucky calling and waving to him, surrounded by Stark and his friends.

“Why the fuck is he calling for you?” Stephen hisses, grabbing Peter by the arm and forcing him to make eye contact.

“Um, I-I don’t know.” Peter stammers.

Stephen’s eyes narrow.

“Just, go find Wong and Anne, okay? I’ll find you later.” He says quickly and Stephen drops his arm.

“Fine.” He grumbles, turning to find his friends.

Peter turns back around to face Bucky, only to find him watching intently.

He plasters a smile onto his face and jogs over to where they’re standing against the side of the bleachers.

“Hey, Bucky! Fancy seeing you here.” He chirps, stopping before he runs into the boy. It feels so natural for him to just lean up and kiss him-

Wait, what?

“Have to show some spirit somehow, darlin’,” Bucky says, taking a quick puff of his cigarette.

Peter flushes at the nickname, rocking on his heels nervously.

“You the spirited type, Peter?”

Peter turns slowly to face Tony. For a second, he quiets and analyzes the older boy. Far away, his unwavering smirk gives the impression of constant mischief, but up close you can see the dark circles under his eyes that no high schooler should have.

“What, no introduction?” Peter quips, crossing his arms.

Tony grins.

“I think you know who I am.”

“Sure do.”

“Now are you going to answer the question?”

Peter lets out a giggle.

“I guess you could say I am.” He tells Tony, looking down at his ratty Midtown t-shirt. He’s not wearing much, the shirt paired with running shorts. He seems to always be wearing running shorts, probably because it’s all Aunt May can afford he likes them so much.

Tony makes a noise deep in his throat that sounds like a hum. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, then stretches out his arm to Peter, raising his eyebrow.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke all that much.” He tells him sheepishly and Tony shrugs as if to say ‘okay, whatever.’

The conversation behind Tony ceases.

“Who’s this?”

A kid with long, greasy black hair steps forward. He has an old, worn jean jacket that’s littered with patches thrown over a plain black t-shirt.

“This is Peter,” Bucky tells him, throwing his arm around Peter’s shoulders.

He feels like he’s going to die.

“Loki.” The kid responds, standing awkwardly.

“He’s the baby of the group,” Pietro says from behind Loki, squeezing the younger’s sides. Loki squirms and swats Pietro’s hands away, the bleach blonde’s shrill laugh heard over the commotion of the game.

Bucky leans down, lips brushing against Peter’s ear to whisper, “He’s a sophomore.”

Peter would be shocked to learn that a sophomore is in Stark’s crew, but he’s too focused on the bubbly feeling that spreads throughout his body at the close contact from Bucky. Jeez, he could even feel the small amount of stubble brushing against his jaw.

“O-oh.” Peter stutters, taking a few steps back. Bucky stops him from walking too far.

“Okay team, let’s go find a place to sit,” Tony says, starting to head to the bleachers. Peter ends up shimmying out of Bucky’s grasp, almost running to keep up with the rest of the group. His short legs can’t carry him that far. They push past throngs of people, finally eyeing an empty spot at the top of one of the bleachers. The group heads up the bleachers, combat boots and Doc Martens loud on the metal. They all sit down, Peter ending up squished between Tony and Bucky.

They both smell like cigarettes and cologne.

The marching band is playing their school Fight Song before the players come onto the field. The cheerleaders are yelling something from the sidelines. Tony notices him watching them and nudges him with his elbow.

“See the chick with the red hair? Heavy eyeliner?” He asks, pointing to the cheerleaders. There’s a girl with long, wavy, red hair in the team’s uniform.

“Yeah,” Peter responds, turning to look at Tony.

“That’s Maximoff’s sister. Slept with her once. Can’t remember it.”

Peter looks away, uncomfortable.

Saving him from anymore conversation, the speakers amplify the voice of the announcer. He goes through the players on the other team, the Oak Ridge Bears. This is met from many boos from the Midtown kids, the students from Oak Ridge’s cheers drowned out. When it’s time to introduce the Midtown players, the crowd loses their shit.

Peter makes sure to cheer extra loud for Steve.

The game is one of the more exciting ones, the team with the lead constantly switching. It’s dark, and while it is summer, there’s a chill in the air. Peter curses himself for leaving Steve’s letterman jacket at his house. He rubs his arms rapidly, seeking some short-lived warmth.

“Sweetheart, do you want my jacket?”

Peter looks at Tony, startled.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to. I’m okay.” He manages to say.

“Please take it. I’m warm.” Tony insists, already starting to shrug off his leather jacket. Before Peter can protest some more, Tony drapes the jacket over his shoulders.

It’s heavy, warm, and smells like smoke and expensive cologne.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter says, slipping his arms into the sleeves.

“Anytime.” Tony grins, then turns his attention back to the game. Peter notices how good his arms look in the tight AC/DC shirt. His muscles are definitely from some sort of manual labor and Peter shudders at the thought of him bending over the hood of a car. His tan skin is covered in thick arm hair and Peter immediately thinks,

Italian. He must be Italian.

Peter forces himself to tear his eyes away from Tony, focusing on the game again.

The rest of the game goes quickly, Midtown eventually gaining the lead in the last 2 minutes. Their team ends up winning, guaranteeing them a spot at finals. They follow the crowd to head to the parking lot.

“Don’t want to lose you!” Tony calls out from ahead of him, reaching backward and grabbing Peter’s hand. Peter can feel his face turn red.

Tony squeezes his hand and Peter squeezes back.

Tony leads him to the parking lot, Peter ending up beside him, swinging their arms gently.

“Um, Tony? I have to go find my ride.” Peter tells him sheepishly as the group approaches their motorcycles.

“Why don’t you come to get milkshakes with us, doll?” Bucky says from behind them.

Peter turns around in surprise, dropping Tony’s hand.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” He says, toying with the end of his sleeves.

“You never intrude. I’ll take you home afterward.”

Bucky smiles and he looks so gentle, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Sure.” Peter finally agrees.

Tony taps him lightly on the shoulder. Peter turns around to see him with a helmet in his hands.

“Don’t want that pretty little head of yours getting hurt.”

Reluctantly, Peter takes the helmet.

“What about you?” He asks while securing it on his head.

“Don’t worry about me,” Tony tells him with a smirk, swinging his leg around his bike.

“Hop on, Pete. All you have to do is hold on to me.”

Peter nervously gets on the bike, wrapping his lanky arms around Tony’s torso.

“Bye, Maximoff. Barton.” Tony waves at the two other guys, starting the bike. Peter jumps at the sudden jerk of motion, squeezing Tony a bit tighter.

“Nothin’ to worry about!” He laughs over the engine and Peter rests his head on his shoulder.

They start driving, the air turning cool. Peter can predict how ridiculous his hair will look. He’s more than nervous to be on a motorcycle.

If Aunt May ever found out about this, she would surely kill him.

They eventually reach Tip Top, a close to run down neighborhood diner. Aunt May says it’s been around since she was little. Tony parks the bike, Bucky right next to him.

“God, I love this jacket on you.” Tony murmurs as he unclips the strap on the helmet. His calloused fingers brush Peter’s smooth cheeks and he almost faints.

“It’s yours, silly.” Peter giggles, playfully swatting Tony on the arm.

“How about we head inside?” Bucky says sharply, stopping Tony from responding. This does little to dampen Tony’s spirits because he grins.

“Drinks on me! Race ya.”

All three of them make a mad dash to the front door, making patrons near them upset. Bucky reaches the door first, most likely due to his long legs, and they all stumble into the restaurant.

“MJ!” Peter squeaks upon seeing who’s the hostess. He totally forgot MJ just landed a job at the diner, taking the closing shifts.

The brunette looks at him, utterly surprised.

“Peter! What are you doing here?” She asks, but her expression reads ‘what are you doing with them?’

“Oh! Tony and Bucky offered to go get milkshakes. We were at the football game.” He tells her, looking up at Tony and biting his lip. He gives him a small smile, throwing his arm around Peter’s waist.

“Could you get us a table for 3?” He asks MJ.

She blinks in surprise, remembering that she’s working. She hastily shuffles through a stack of menus and grabs three.

“Follow me.” She says quickly, guiding them through the almost vacant restaurant. She sits them at a light blue booth, more than a few holes in the plastic seating.

“Thanks, MJ,” Peter tells her once he’s seated next to Tony.

All she does is give him a glare before walking away.

When their waitress comes, an elderly woman named Ruth, Tony orders large vanilla milkshakes for them. When they arrive at the table, Peter immediately eats the cherry off of its stem. Peter notices Bucky watching him intently.

“Can you tie a knot with your mouth, doll?”

Peter immediately flushes, but pretends to act like the comment didn’t phase him.

“I’ve never learned. That doesn’t mean my mouth isn’t good for other things, though.” Peter tells him with a wink, then proceeding to take a sip of his shake.

“Like what?” Tony asks.

Peter pretends to mull over the question.

“Talking. Mostly.”

They sit and drink their milkshakes for about 30 minutes, all of them flirting back and forth. Once their glasses are empty, Tony bids his farewells to Bucky and Peter, including letting Peter wear his jacket home.

“Can I walk you up?” Bucky asks when they reach Peter’s apartment complex, helping Peter off of his bike.

“I, uh, I don’t know. My aunt..” Peter trails off, looking down at his worn Converse.

“Hey,” Bucky says softly, taking his hand and tilting Peter’s head upwards.

“I get it. Parents don’t like me.” He says sadly, pain in his dusty blue eyes.

“But you’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. I wish my everyone would see that.” Peter sighs, resting his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Peter.”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Peter nods with parted lips. He stands on his tippy toes and leans in to meet Bucky. His breath is knocked out of him when their lips touch. Peter’s own lips are smooth and soft, while Bucky’s are a bit dry.

He makes a mental note to buy him some Chapstick.

Bucky pulls him in closer by his waist, Peter desperately leaning into the kiss. Bucky’s tongue darts out across Peter’s bottom lip, a silent request of entry. Unsurely, Peter parts his lips a little bit.

He’s not experienced.

Peter’s only kissed two people in his life. First was Janine in 5th grade at the winter dance, which was also the day he decided he definitely didn't like girls.

The second was some kid named Wade in 9th grade, who proceeded to tell him how shit of a kisser he is afterward.

In conclusion, Peter doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

His brain goes fuzzy as Bucky’s tongue slips into his mouth, giving him a taste of tobacco. He’s never really been one to smoke, but tasting it on another guy?

That’s a different story.

Peter groans and grabs Bucky by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him closer. Bucky’s free hand makes its way up to Peter’s hair, tugging gently.

They eventually run out of air, pulling away ever so slightly. Peter’s lips are swollen and slick, as well as Bucky’s. The older looks down at Peter, eyes blown with lust.

“Goodnight, darlin.”

“Night, Bucky.”

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book-dragon-13 · 5 years

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TJ headcanons

For TJ Thursday I've compiled a list of headcanons from @bucky-plums-barnes' various themes the past few months

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183792615883/tj-loves-pda-he-always-holds-your-hand-in-public

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183789205033/idk-why-but-i-cant-stop-thinking-about-tj

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183789029428/and-i-won-again-you-laughed-looking-up-at-your

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183756290513/do-you-want-to-adopt-or-have-a-surrogate-mother

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183670690028/one-of-firemantjs-favorite-things-to-do-in-his

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183668781023/nobody-knew-who-invited-the-strippers-to-the

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183493331018/on-his-way-home-bikertj-saw-a-hitchhiker-at-the

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183466429413/tj-loves-it-when-his-boyfriend-bakes-the-smell

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183311527568/tj-totally-sings-broadway-and-disney-duets-with

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183311441253/come-on-tj-get-up-you-nudged-his-side-softly

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183302230138/you-are-at-a-club-when-a-man-approaches-you-nudge

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183286946158/when-you-asked-tj-to-marry-you-he-said-no-that

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183286806668/about-5-minutes-after-tj-had-proposed-to-you-he

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183263966083/when-princetj-said-that-he-and-you-his-husband

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183187063373/you-never-knew-that-princetj-actually-had-a-thing

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183179515823/princetj-being-absent-from-the-fight-about-war

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183091309128/jack-and-tj-teaming-up-to-create-a-home-for-lgbt

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183082284323/baristatj-brings-his-son-into-the-coffee-shop-for

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/183021446648/you-had-seen-him-on-the-tv-growing-up-but-it

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182981320143/tj-always-knows-the-best-ways-to-help-you-through

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182802784663/tj-getting-you-his-boyfriend-a-necklace-for

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182781642293/okay-trigger-warning-to-be-sure-imagine-tj-as

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182773158358/tj-was-so-nervous-to-hold-your-baby-but-the-first

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182654844928/tjs-first-kiss-with-you-wasnt-exactly-something

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182647131168/tj-knows-all-the-best-things-to-do-on-a-self-care

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182604448333/tj-liked-what-he-saw-his-daughter-cuddled-up-into

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182596489383/tj-would-be-so-nervous-when-it-came-to-the

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182551856403/when-coptj-noticed-you-his-new-boyfriend

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182497933348/princetjs-servants-were-used-to-being-sent-home

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182497329343/tj-and-you-had-met-in-high-school-you-had-been

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182496914183/princetj-and-you-the-prince-of-another-kingdom

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182467191933/fluffy-friday-tj-once-had-to-do-some-community

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182464524808/you-found-tj-sitting-on-the-chair-staring-at-the

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182413847538/tj-may-not-have-kids-of-his-own-but-he-adopts

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182343871308/you-help-tj-see-the-guy-that-he-likes-they-often

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182318366243/as-a-student-tj-had-always-wondered-why-teachers

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182241460148/tjs-house-being-known-as-a-kind-of-safe-place-for

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182237420568/tj-had-always-loved-your-kids-he-often-came-over

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182236594858/tj-and-his-partner-signing-up-to-be-foster-parents

http://bucky-plums-barnes.tumblr.com/post/182231535453/first-time-tj-holds-his-daughter-he-tears-up

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A Night To Remember - Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Yes, the title of this fic is named after that one song from High School Musical. Fight me. My first fic! Terrifying. Extra terrifying because I have never written anything in the second person. There should probably be a lot more description but oh well. Hope y'all enjoy tho!!! Feedback is appreciated!!!!!!!! Word Count: 5k, which sounds like a fuckton, but I still feel like I need to establish the relationship more lolllllll... Warnings: None. Poorly defined relationships. Cliché as FUCK. Genre: 5% angst, but becomes so fluffy you could cuddle it.

Synopsis: Tonight is prom, and you have taken a day off from Avenger duty to pretend to be a normal girl for once. You even have a date. It seems like for once you might be able to have the prom you have always dreamed about. But when the night goes sour, you find yourself alone, and realise that this will be a night to remember, but not for the reason you think...

Every girl gets a chance to go to prom. Even an Avenger.

By the fading light of the sun, you twisted and turned in front of your bedroom mirror, attempting to check that you had shaved every hair from your legs without having to walk across the room to the light switch. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told you that you had approximately half an hour before you were being picked up.

Half an hour. That definitely was not as much time as you thought you had.

Your eyes darted to your bedroom floor, where you could hear a distinct thumping.

"Y/N! Turn that music down!"

You cringed, remembering that your mother had a business call that night. "Sorry, Mom!"

You reached for the remote control that was blasting Beyoncé through your speakers and turned the volume down, resting it on your dressing table as you hummed to the tune of Love On Top. There were several finishing touches that needed to be made.

The first one was another spritz of setting spray, if only to reassure your fear that your makeup would start to slide down your face mid-dance. The second was picking up the necklace that your grandmother had given you for your eighteenth and draping it around your neck, adjusting it a few times to make sure it rested in the centre of your collarbone. The final touch was your shoes, but just staring at the stiletto heels made your feet ache, so you decided to wait until the last second to put those on.

The sensation that you had become a 'normal teenager' again was a strange one. For once, school was not taking the backseat to tangling with criminals and defending your city on a day-to-day basis. The Avengers had offered to take care of anything that came up while you were at prom - Bucky "I think I would look good wearing your super-suit, to be honest" Barnes leading the charge - and a small part of you wondered what you would have been doing tonight if that offer wasn't there.

But today, you could just put on some music and a pretty dress and pretend, even only for a few hours, that you were just like every other kid in that room.

You even had a date.

That was the most remarkable thing. With all the time you had dodged your friends and your responsibilities at school you didn't think that anyone had noticed you existed, but you walked into AP Physics one day to find an elaborate bouquet of flowers at your desk. As you admired them, you hadn't noticed the presence behind you until you turned around to find Jordan, your lab partner, holding a posterboard with PROM? written on it in large red letters. He had clearly walked straight off the football pitch, as he was breathing heavily and his hair was wet, but the smile on his face was genuine.

He was way out of your league. He was ridiculously out of your league.

The overwhelming fact that the most popular boy in your school had asked you to prom was screaming in your brain as you squeaked, "Yes!"

He laughed, and the students around you applauded politely as he confirmed he would pick you up at 7. That was a month or so ago, and now you looked at the clock again and realised that you had ten minutes.

When you stood up, the train of your floor-length dress tumbled off your lap, swishing as you walked towards the bed to pick up your clutch bag. You twirled a few times for good measure, admiring the way the fabric of the dress rippled as you made yourself slightly dizzy, though whether it was from the spinning or the excitement building in your stomach you couldn't tell.

Was it vanity or self-confidence that you couldn't stop looking at yourself in the mirror?

Thank God for Pepper, you thought, thinking back to your first attempt at choosing a dress. At the first opportunity, you had gone to the mall for an afternoon to pick out the perfect prom outfit. The one small flaw with that problem was that your sense of style was much more sophisticated in your head than it turned out to be in real life. The fuschia, ruffled dress you brought back to the compound - without trying it on - made you look like a cross between grandmother from the 1960s and one of Cinderella's ugly sisters.

You remembered running up to the nearest guest bedroom and trying it on, only to see Peter in the doorway, giggling.

"What is wrong with it?" You cried, exasperated, as your best friend attempted to control himself. You noticed that he kept his distance, possibly because of the fact that you looked like you would murder him if he dared to insult the dress. And with your martial arts training, it was more than possible.

"Well..." he began, scratching the back of his head as his voice trailed off. "It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just..."

"You don't even like prom, so your opinion doesn't count," you said, sticking your tongue out as you continued to stare in the mirror. Did it look more ridiculous the longer you looked?

He shrugged. "Well, I'm not going to win prom king or queen, I don't want to drink the punch, especially if there's alcohol in it, you know the stoners will be doing drugs in the corner and get it shut down, and Ned isn't going either, so I wouldn't have anyon-"

"Shhhh, Peter. Can't you just get caught up in the shallow and superficial magic of prom, even for one night? Jordan has asked me to prom, this is going to be the best night of my life."

If you had been looking at him instead of debating if the dress was the one, you would have seen him wince and smile wistfully at you.

"I hope it is, Y/N."

Thankfully for both of you, Pepper appeared to call the two of you to dinner. She took one look at the dress and ordered you to take it off.

"Really, Y/N?" She sighed, shaking her head. "I think if you took that home your mother would have a heart attack."

Ignoring your feeble protests, she insisted on taking you shopping, which was - admittedly - much better for your prom prospects than if you had attempted to choose a dress alone.

And now you were wearing a midnight blue ballgown - a new colour you had learned, courtesy of the dressmaker - with a lace bodice and tiny sequins that shifted in the light, somehow making it look as though you were wearing constellations.

It made you look sophisticated. It made you look mature. It made you so much more confident.

Somehow it seemed as though your dreams of a perfect prom were coming true. You had an incredibly attractive date, a dress that made you feel like you were floating, and for once you didn't have to worry about being summoned to stop a bank robbery twelve times a night.

Deep down, you recognised the superficiality of it all. You knew there were much more important things to do in life, but there was just something about prom that made you want to forget all about it.

You couldn't help but miss Peter, though. When you had said goodbye afterschool the feeling of guilt was unmistakeable.

"You sure you don't want to stay home and have a movie marathon with me? Ned will be there, we were going to get popcorn, and-"

You cut him off gently, but firmly. "After tonight I will have plenty of time for movie marathons, I promise."

"Okay," he smiled at you, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Send me loads of pictures!"

"I will!" You called, speeding up so you could catch your bus before it pulled off. You took a moment just to imagine what would have happened if you had turned up to prom with Peter and Ned instead of with Jordan. You would have had a lot of fun, but it definitely wouldn’t have lived up to the image of prom that you had in your head.

For every image in your head of slow dancing with Jordan, another one appeared of you sitting with your friends, devouring the buffet and laughing at everyone who was taking the night way too seriously.

You felt like you were betraying him, but the thought of one perfect moment was too tempting to let go. Well, that was what you told yourself every time your heart ached.

A knock at the door made you jump and the fantasy immediately fell away.

"The lab is going to call me back any minute, are you..." Your mother let out a soft gasp as she saw you standing in front of the mirror. "My god, Y/N, you look gorgeous."

You blushed, staring down at the floor as your mother came to adjust the pins in your hair. "You're my mother, you're supposed to say that."

"Okay, don't believe me." She said, folding her arms and fixing you with one of those mother knows best looks. "But every single person at that prom will agree with me."

But what about the people who aren't at prom? What about the person who isn’t at prom? You thought, and then caught yourself.

You hadn't noticed that your mother was waiting for you to approve the changes she had made to your hair until she cleared her throat. You also hadn't noticed that you were standing there with a wistful smile on your face until you made eye contact with yourself in the mirror.

"Sorry Mom, thank you."

"Do I need to stay home tonight to keep an eye on you?" She said, raising her eyebrows. "How much trouble are you going to get yourself into with that smile?"

You laughed. "Don't I get into enough trouble on a daily basis?"

She rolled her eyes, playfully smacking you on the arm. "This is different, and you know it." Taking your arm, you could see the pride in her face as she spoke, eyes brimming with tears. "You look so grown up."

"I'll send you as many pictures as I can," you promised.

The sound of her phone buzzing made your mother groan, smiling apologetically as she looked at the screen. "It's Martin."

She mouthed have fun as she walked out talking about thorium and the methodology of various experimental techniques and other things you had elected that you would not understand a long time ago.

An alarm on your phone alerted you to the fact that you had five minutes until you were supposed to be being picked up, so you sat on your bed, strapping each heel on your feet and touching up your lipstick one last time as you heard the door slam beneath you, signaling the fact that your mother had left for work.

Standing at the top of the stairs made you aware of a new problem. How were you going to walk down the stairs in these heels? You settled for taking it one step at a time, clinging to the banister like a cat to the rim of a bathtub. Eventually, face slightly flushed, you were standing in front of the front door.

Where you remained for a further half an hour.

The realm of "Oh, he must just be late," had passed about ten minutes ago. You were pacing up and down your living room, pressing the dial button on your friends' numbers with increasing frustration when they all went to voicemail. The excitement in your stomach had long vanished, though there was something still in there. A kind of creeping dread that gave you shivers the longer the agonising minutes ticked by.

Your mind was racing through everything that could have possibly happened to make Jordan late. Maybe his car broke down. Maybe he was on his way and his phone was out of battery. No, that one is a lie, you sighed. It was prom, everyone would want to be using their phones to take as many pictures as physically possible.

Or maybe, the dread in your stomach whispered, maybe he forgot about you.

Maybe it's worse. Maybe he's injured or caught up in the kind of mess you would be taking care of any other night.

Fifteen minutes prior you would have brushed those intrusive thoughts off with a laugh. You knew him well, of course he wouldn't forget about you.

But now, as the time inched closer to 7pm and the beginning of prom, it didn't seem funny anymore.

You got up from where you were perched on the edge of the couch to pace back and forth on the floor, having discarded your heels by the door long ago. If you weren't going to get a ride, how were you going to get to prom? Your mom was at work, your friends either together or with their own dates, and you couldn't exactly walk to the Avengers compound to ask them for help, they were definitely busy. The more you thought about having to call a taxi - which would be expensive - or call someone else - who would you call? - the more your stomach sank and the more the idea of prom seemed less appealing.

Your phone buzzed from the coffee table and you almost tripped over in attempts to reach it. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter when you saw it was an Instagram notification.

New Post from _jordan._

Torturously slow, you entered your password and the sound of the phone unlocking filled the otherwise silent room. In the stark light of the phone screen, you could feel your eyes filling with tears as you took in the image in front of you.

Jordan stood in the centre with a winning smile, arms around another girl with a matching grin.

He did forget about me. As soon as you thought the words, they repeated over and over in your mind. Stumbling backwards, you caught your leg on the arm of the couch, physical pain blending into the emotional as you stood alone in your living room fighting tears. He replaced me. With every repetition it was like the knife was twisting deeper.

You knew that you hadn't had time to see anyone at school as much in the past few months, but hell, you were coming to terms with being a literal superhero.

Not that they knew that.

You couldn't count the number of times you and your friends had excitedly sat down to lunch in the cafeteria to discuss how you were all going to prom together. The number of times that you had talked about the music they would play, the decorations that would cover the gym, the boys that you would take - although the identity of those boys had changed what seemed like hundreds of times over the years.

You felt like such an idiot. He was a football player, had pretty much every girl at school wrapped around his finger. Why would he ever choose you? Clearly he wouldn't, if there was the option to replace you for a pretty cheerleader in a mermaid tail dress.

Your grip on your phone was so tight that you had left the impression of its edge on your palm, but you didn't notice until the notification sound went off again.

Spiderboi: Are you ready yet??? Has he picked you up? Spiderboi: I wanna see your dress!!!

The sound that came out of your mouth was almost a laugh. Your fingers danced over the keys, typing the first words of ten different replies, then deleting them with a sigh.

Y/N: not rly feeling prom anymore

His reply was almost instantaneous, and it grounded you a little. You moved from where you had been stood aimlessly in the middle of the living room to the windowsill, leaning against it as you typed.

Spiderboi: What? Spiderboi: Why??? I thought you were looking forward to prom Spiderboi: It is literally all you have been talking about for WEEKS

His innocent response threatened to provoke a fresh wave of tears, but you sniffed and held them back as you sent Peter a screenshot of the Instagram post, deciding that in this case no words was the best way to communicate.

You stared at it, the image practically burning itself into your brain as the label underneath the picture went from Sent to Delivered to Read. Within seconds, your phone started buzzing and you picked it up.

He must be able to hear your shallow breathing on the other end of the line. You could feel the flutter of your heartbeat in your chest but you forced yourself to focus on breathing in and out.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry. That's so shitty of him. So unbelievably and massively shitty of him."

"It's fi-" You began, but sighed, realising there was no point in pretending. "I just didn't think he would actually do that to me." The betrayal in your voice was evident even to you.

"I'm sure the rest of them didn't forget about you," he reasoned, and you were forced to admit that he was probably right. "You said that you weren't going to go to the pre-prom because of Jordan, weren't you?"

Yes. "I'm so stupid. I am so so stupid."

"You're not stupid."

"Peter, I am. I've literally lost count of the amount of times I've nearly died, and I am sat here crying because I've been stood up at prom by some fuckboy."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, then a tentative, "I... I bet you look beautiful."

Despite everything, you blushed, and you felt the corners of your mouth lifting up. Trust Peter to find a way to break you out of your spiral, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Why were you blushing?

"Thank you," you said in a small voice, wondering if Peter would still think you looked beautiful if he could actually see you. Your mascara had run down your cheeks in two ashen stripes, your hair had been pulled out of its meticulous styling from all the times that you had run your hands through it, and your lipstick was peeling off from biting your lip so much. If you were going to prom as a glam version of No Face from Spirited Away, you would have fit right in.

The silences between his responses were getting longer and longer, and you felt a twinge in the pit of your stomach when you realised that he was distracted by something. Of course, you then felt incredibly guilty for demanding his undivided attention, especially when it was you who had ditched him tonight. But, he was the only person that had bothered to answer you and if he left you would be back to being alone.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm so sorry but I have to go." And there it was. He didn't sound apologetic though; you could swear that there was a touch of something that sounded like excitement in his hurried words. "Mr Stark sent for me... he said it was important.”

A mission. It must be.

"It's...it's okay, Peter. I'm sure you're busy."

What else could you say?

Don’t go. Let me come with you.

“Message me, okay? I'll reply when I get the chance. Sorry, Y/N, I really am."

"Bye, Peter," you said just as the phone clicked with the sound of him hanging up, leaving you back where you were in the first place.

Should you go to prom? Did you even want to go to prom at this point?

The immediate answer was of course not, but the petty part of you imagined walking into prom looking better than you ever had and decking Jordan on sight. You played with the fantasy for a few minutes, replaying it over and over in your mind until it gave you some sort of satisfaction.

When you focused on yourself in the reflection of the window, you saw someone who, sure, might look like a mess at that point, but there was a new kind of resigned determination in your eyes that no matter what, you were going to enjoy your damn prom as much as you could. Fuck him.

And that started with doing your hair and makeup again.

You rushed upstairs and sat down at your dresser. The therapeutic power of putting makeup on was incredible, and twenty minutes of concealing, bronzing and highlighting had calmed you down enough that you were singing to your music. You were going to be late to prom, of course, but you wouldn't be crying anymore.

Your phone was going off with continuous Instagram notifications, so you decided to turn it off and sacrifice responding to a possible message from Peter for not dying a little inside every time you saw photos of your friends singing karaoke in a limo or posing outside your school.

You weren't going to be pathetic, you had decided that, but the loneliness was the thing that threatened to dismantle your newfound positivity. Would you even enjoy yourself if you went to prom?

Your date had ditched you for another girl. Surely that story had circulated around the school by now. Most people wouldn't see you as determined. They'd see you as embarrassed and sad.

You put your head in your hands, indecisive yet again, startled when there was a sharp rapping on your front door.

You scowled as you ran down the stairs, imagining opening the door to a confused delivery guy in a dress fit for a masquerade ball.

You stared at the floor as you opened the door, eyes unfocused. "I'm sorry, I-"

Your words died in your throat

"Peter?"

He was stood in the corridor of your apartment complex in a black tuxedo, holding a small bouquet of roses with a soft smile on his face. His eyes widened at the sight of you, taking in every inch of your outfit, and he must realise that you were doing the same to him.

Somehow, seeing him dressed to the nines was doing something to you. You didn't feel like you were looking at your best friend.

"Peter..." you said, keeping one hand on the doorframe as you struggled to form sentences.

What came out was, "what are you doing here?" But you would have been lying if you said you didn't have an idea.

He stopped fiddling with the cufflinks on his suit jacket and looked up at you bashfully, clearing his throat. "I didn't want you to be alone."

You could practically feel your heart melting. Fuck Jordan. Fuck him, the cocky shit. Right here was your favourite person, your superhero. And no, this time it wasn't Spider-Man coming to your rescue, it was Peter Parker, and he was still the hero you needed.

Perhaps not the hero you deserved, though.

"Peter, you hate prom," you began, "you've told me you didn't want to go so many times..."

He visibly squirmed, and then looked down at the floor. "I would have gone if it was with you."

And with those words, all your struggles, your worries and your petty revenge evaporated and you practically flew into Peter's arms, knocking the beautiful flowers out of his hand.

"You are the best," You murmured in his ear, to which he simply smiled and said, "I couldn't stand seeing him fuck you over like that."

You frowned. What the fuck were you doing? Hastily you untangled your arms from around his neck and took a step backwards, smoothing your dress down as your face flushed.

You didn't deserve this. You had spent months taking Peter for granted as you raved about some shallow asshole, and he had made the selfless decision to save you when you deserved to sit at home. The guilt gnawed at you, and looking up at his confused face made your stomach constrict tighter.

Say something.

"I don't deserve this," you began, playing with the fabric of your skirt as you refused to meet his eyes. Your voice hushed to a whisper. "I was shallow, I got excited by a guy that could offer me popularity and I took you for granted. You don't have to do this for me, Peter."

You finally gained the courage to look into his eyes, and what you found there only confused you more. The softness in his face hadn't gone away, he didn't look upset, he didn't look like he was about to walk away. If anything, he looked content.

"Peter?"

Now it was his turn to stare at the floor. His breathing was shaky, like he was steeling himself up for something.

You started to say his name again, but were cut off when he looked up at you with an urgency that came out of nowhere. Words came out of his mouth at a million miles an hour.

"Y/N, you're my best friend... no, you're more than that. It is always you who is there for me, you put up with everything I throw at you. I would never want to run a mission without you at this point."

As he rambled you felt a tightness in the pit of your stomach, and you met his gaze with shining eyes.

"So yeah, I let you get excited when Jordan asked you to prom, because you looked so happy. I let you get excited when I was dying inside because..." He muttered something you couldn't hear, going an even deeper shade of red.

You inched towards him, trying to get him to look you in the eye. It was like trying to comfort a startled puppy. "Because...?" You said, gently.

"Because I wish it could have been me."

You couldn't say anything. Your mouth was open in shock, and try as you might, you had lost the capability of speech.

He looked up at you with something like panic in his features. "Please... just let me keep going, I have to say this before I go crazy keeping it from you."

You made no attempts to stop him.

“The truth is… I wish I could be the type of guy that could take you to prom. So badly. I want your mom to take cute pictures of us... and I want to spin you around on the dancefloor and I want to do one of those cute promposals that you watch on YouTube all the time."

You could feel tears start to form in your eyes.

"Tonight, Y/N, God, you look beautiful. I want to tell you that you look like magic because that's how you make me feel when I'm around you. You make my life so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that, but I want you to know that if I had the chance... I would want to be with you every second of every day."

His voice trailed off, and he started to run his fingers through his hair. You felt like you were looking at him for the first time.

"I am so blind."

"What?" He choked out, taking a step back so there were a few inches between you.

Time seemed to elongate, every millisecond you spent staring into his gorgeous eyes felt like an eternity.

Your gaze drifted down to his lips, causing you to subconsciously bite your own.

There were so many things that you could say.

So you decided instead to softly press your lips to his. Instinctively your eyes closed, and you kissed him with all the things that you weren't able to say. It wasn't what your first kiss had imagined, not fireworks or epiphanies. It felt like you had just turned the key into your home, or curled up by a fireplace. He tasted of warmth, of safety.

The lunacy of what you just did hit you when the two of you pulled away and Peter's eyes were wide with shock.

Silence filled the room for what seemed like years as you gazed into each other's eyes.

What the fuck was that? "God, Peter, I am so sorry, that probably wasn't what you-"

He cut you off with another kiss, deeper and more insistent. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as your arms fell naturally around his neck.

You weren't sure where this desire had come from, but you suddenly started to see your memories in a different way. Your terror that Peter had been injured during a mission wasn't just because he was your best friend. The fury when Liz Allen had broken his heart wasn't just because he deserved better. Your intense feelings of loneliness whenever he left you wasn't just because there was no one else around.

You had been kidding yourself for what must have been months.

When you pulled apart he was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, and you couldn't help but grin back. His happiness was infectious.

"Are we actually going to go to prom?"

"It's up to you," he smiled, kissing your hand as you giggled. "But I think there is no way that you can look this good and we don't show anyone."

"Peter."

"Besides, I want to show this Jordan that he has fucked up, and he has fucked up hard."

"Peter."

A/N: So... I had a fantasy for an alternate ending to this fic where Peter and Y/N show up to prom and they have to suit up and save the day because something goes down. Let me know if that's something y'all would be interested in! Also let me know what you think of this mess!

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ao3feed-stucky · 6 years

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by alltheamour

“Loki Odinson!”

The knot in Loki’s stomach unfurled and coiled into a new shape: he was afraid for the first time since the ceremony started. He walked up to the chair and sat down, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. He frantically searched the students in front of him before finding Thor, who seemed to be a universe away from him, and his brother looked at him with so much warmth in his eyes that Loki felt his fear melt away.

The hat was placed on his head and Loki smiled. He knew he was a Gryffindor, just like Thor; just like the rest of his family.

“Slytherin!”

Words: 771, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peter Quill, Peter Parker, Gamora (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Stephen Strange, T'Challa (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Shuri (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Mary Jane Watson

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Family Drama, loki is a slytherin and odin is not happy, tony shows him that slytherin isnt all that bad, References to Depression, both tony and loki just want their fathers' approval, this is a frostiron fic lol, FrostIron - Freeform, it starts off angsty but then turns really fluffy i promise, Eventual Happy Ending, tony annoys loki a lot, but loki secretly loves it, Best Friends, like eventual frostiron, marvel - harry potter crossover, the mcu characters are at hogwarts, and are just dealing with school and family drama

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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ao3feed-janefoster · 6 years

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Swim Against the Tide

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

by alltheamour

“Loki Odinson!”

The hat was placed on his head and Loki smiled. He knew he was a Gryffindor, just like Thor; just like the rest of his family.

“Slytherin!”

Words: 771, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ao3feed-frostiron · 6 years

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Swim Against the Tide

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

by alltheamour

“Loki Odinson!”

The hat was placed on his head and Loki smiled. He knew he was a Gryffindor, just like Thor; just like the rest of his family.

“Slytherin!”

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #frostiron #lokixtony #loki #tony stark

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ao3feed-natashabruce · 6 years

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Swim Against the Tide

by alltheamour

“Loki Odinson!”

The hat was placed on his head and Loki smiled. He knew he was a Gryffindor, just like Thor; just like the rest of his family.

“Slytherin!”

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #brutasha #bruce x natasha #natasha x bruce #hulkwidow

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ao3feed-lokisteve · 6 years

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Swim Against the Tide

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

by alltheamour

“Loki Odinson!”

The hat was placed on his head and Loki smiled. He knew he was a Gryffindor, just like Thor; just like the rest of his family.

“Slytherin!”

Words: 770, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Loki/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2y5KoWd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #lokisteve #frostsoldier #capsicle #stoki #loki #steve rogers

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0n-y0ur-left · 7 years

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@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this post and said I had to write the ficlet.

I’m always a slut for prompts, so...

The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months. They’d been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school there’d been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them.

Or out of Steve, anyway. He’d finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didn’t have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky. And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and they’d started constantly hanging out together again, like old times… well, there was a nasty little voice in Steve’s head that couldn’t help reading more into it.

Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game they’d gone stag to. There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.

Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys. And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steve’s league that it wasn’t funny. He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since he’d first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since he’d started there. People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him. And Steve… Steve was just Steve. Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative. He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasn’t regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasn’t so stupid that he’d go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.

Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating. In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together? Well… no one needed to know.

It got more hits to his blog, at least.

That said, there were still nights when Steve’s stupid brain couldn’t help but wish. So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldn’t join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, well… Steve couldn’t help feeling a little reckless.

Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM

What do you wear to bed?

Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasn’t the Nyquil that he’d taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.

He had to know how suggestive it was. Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary school… he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words. Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve. It wasn’t completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.

Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldn’t very well say that. Not in response to his first sext.

He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer.

Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM

depends on the weather

if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)

He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Bucky’s side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively. Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy way… break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together. Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.

He was golden.

He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldn’t help but start panicking.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

k but what about like in the winter

do u wear warm pajamas?

What the fuck?

Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Bucky’s responses came in a flurry of messages.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size

i swear theyre not gross or anything

ill wash them before

if u want them

i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away

Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God. It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldn’t help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account. After a second’s debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy person… and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.

Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that he’d definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in. He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasn’t worth how he’d feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.

He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone. With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how he’d fell asleep in the first place. He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.

With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.

Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up. He hadn’t imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as he’d felt. A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.

Which… was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldn’t help preening over, just a little.

Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM

I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET

If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.

A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Bucky’s name.

Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM

hmmmmm?

Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

I put this on tumblr. U should see the responses!

It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky. And it wasn’t as if he’d said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.

Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

is that ur art site?

Steve hid his grin behind his hand. His art site. Please…

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

yeah sort of. i post on it sometimes

it got huge responses!

more than any drawings :P

PS how old r these pjs? if they r gonna fit me? XD

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

shit

Steve’s heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Bucky’s response. He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

i lied to millions of ppl on the internet

my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out

i saw them at target

Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the ‘millions’ part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Bucky’s rant stopped him cold.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

they were on sale tho

i know we already did xmas presents

they just made me think of u

Steve’s smile was so wide his face ached. The ellipses kept coming.

Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM

no they werent

they werent on sale

thats another lie

sorry tumbler

can they see this now???

Steve was dying. Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didn’t even seem to realize it. After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.

Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM

nope! no worries ;)

He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send.

Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldn’t ever be called a coward.

Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM

i got about 50 message overnight tho

they all say i’ve gotta marry you XD

The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch. If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.

(he wasn’t laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Bucky’s name ten billion times in the next two minutes)

Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM

we should prob start with coffee first

if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?

is seven okay?

Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Bucky’s name with shaking fingers. Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.

#stucky au #prompt ficlet #stucky fic #steve x bucky #machine-dove #inspired by tumblr #have some fluff #high school au

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