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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Bruce: I think you’re just being nice.

Tony: I think, if you ask around, you’ll discover that’s unlikely.

#source: the west wing #incorrect marvel quotes #bruce banner imagine #british #tony stark imagine #tony stark #tony stark x bruce banner #science husbands #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel imagine #marvel #MCU imagine #MCU

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lettingtimepass · 5 months

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I was just reminded that canonically Tony gave Bruce an island and together they built a tiki bar and carved their initials into the bar top 🥹🥹🥹💔💔💔🙃🙃🙃

#FELLAS IS IT GAY.......#Stanner #Science Boyfriends #Tony Stark x Bruce Banner #She Hulk

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Skirts & Thigh highs (Bruony)

Warning(s); Fingering, Public sex,dom! Brucey <3,dom Tony!,skirt kink,hand kink,daddy kink,degradation kink.

Pairing(s); Bruce Banner x Girlfriend! Reader! x Tony! Stark

Summary; you should wear skirts more often.

A/n; okay so this whole thing started bc of a convo with my friend. We were talking abt what kinks the avengers would have and I said Bruce def had a skirt kink and she disagreed?? So here I am writing a Fic to prove I’m correct :)

I no longer do tag lists! I just couldn’t get them to work properly I’m really sorry :(

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“Hey bub” you said stepping down into the lab to visit your boyfriends “Hey buttercup” Bruce replied not looking up from what he was working on. “Hey love” Tony said smiling at you. “What’re you working on?” You asked keeping your hands behind your back and not touching like Bruce said. “Trying to work on upgrades for the suit, you wanna see?” Tony asked and you nodded.

Tony pulled you in front of him,standing between him and the desk. You stood there watching him work smiling at the screen in front of you. “Looks good right?” You nodded “you’ll look so cool blasting people with that” Tony chuckled and kissed your temple gently “what’re you up to?” He asked spinning you around and sitting you against his desk your skirt riding farther up your thighs.

Tony smiled and leaned against the desk his hands next to your thighs as he leaned down to peck your lips. “I’ve nothing to do, I’m even caught up on college homework. I helped Pete with some of his but I’ve nothing to do. Im bored” the last part came out as a whine and Tony smiled “such a good girl helping your friends,hmm I think I have something you can help with” your eyes lit up not only at the praise but at the fact you can help your boyfriend.

“Mr Stark I need your help!” Speaking of friends, Peter stuck his head into the lab pulling Tony’s attention. “Alright, stay right here I’ll be back” you nodded and watched him leave with Peter. You hoped down off the desk walking over to your other lover. “Bruceyyy” you said and he hummed not looking up from his bottles of chemicals.

“What’re you doing?” You asked and he finally sighed looking up at you. His eyes fell down to your legs though,specifically the shirt and thigh high socks you were wearing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you in a skirt but it’s the first time he’d seen you in a skirt and thigh high socks. “Hmm” he mumbled and you tilted your head at him. “Up” he tapped the desk with his pen and you quickly pushed yourself up on it smiling at him giving you the attention you wanted.

“Where’d you get these?” He asked pulling on the tops of your socks slapping the material back against your thigh urging a yelp from you. Bruce let out a soft chuckle at your reaction “I found them in our closet” you explained and Bruce hummed. Bruce sat his pen down urging his hands under the hem of your skirt, in no time he was sinking two dexterous fingers into you and you moaned out. “Shh, if someone hears us you’ll be in trouble” you nodded.

You loved his hands, truly you were obsessed you always wanted them on you,touching you groping you in any way. His hands were huge even for you and you weren’t exactly something tiny. His fingers curled inside you and you let out a quieter moan trying to contain them as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you. Your head tilted back and your gripped bruces’ desk. “Gonna cum baby? Yeah? Little slut gonna cum all over me?” You nodded breathing quickly as his fingers only picked up speed. “Wearing a cute little skirt like this thinking I won’t fucking pound you? Think you’ll get away with it?” You wanted to reply but you couldn’t your mind was too filled with the need to cum.

“Walking around like a little slut,such a bad girl” you whined and rolled your hips against his fingers. “There you go, naughty little girl” you huffed and slowly your hips met the pace of his fingers. You were finally gonna hit your peak, your head leaned back and you dug your fingers into his desk. You were about to scream from pleasure when a hand got slapped over your mouth and you jolted your eyes open to see Tony standing behind you. Bruce didn’t stop his fingers through and your orgasm snapped though you.

Your whole body shook as you were taken somewhere far away their voices soft and whispered in your mind as you were in a state of euphoria. “Starting without me? How rude” when you came to you were being held up by Tony’s arm around your waist Bruce’s fingers swapped with his as Bruce brought his to your lips so you’d clean them.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get just what you deserve our little whore”

#fem reader #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x you #bruce banner #Bruce banner x tony stark #tony stark #tony stark x you #tony stark x reader #tony stark x bruce banner #tori writes

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aleksmaximoff · 2 years

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idk man I don't wanna be an annoying ass shipper but something about the way Bruce talked about him and Tony....

#marvel #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel movies #infinity war #endgame #age of ultron #thor ragnarok #hulk #she hulk #bruce banner #iron man #tony stark #science bros #ironhulk #tony x bruce #tony stark x bruce banner

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neon-d0rk · 2 years

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Is Science Boyfriend canon now? I feel like she-hulk basically made it canon

#she hulk #tony stark x bruce banner #tony x bruce #she hulk attorney at law #she hulk spoilers #science boyfriends

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dontcare77ghj · 2 years

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Talk

Apparently Tumblr's got a new rule about how many characters you can now post and this story has too many despite being pretty short. Guess I got to post everything straight to AO3 from now on.

This new story is a Tony x Reader x Bruce piece.

Remember, all Taglists are open, as are requests. Taglists include the main taglist, individual characters, all male/female, and venom stories.

Taglist @rvgrsbrns @smilexcaptainx @hopingforbarnes @starlingellio @piper-koko-barnes-rogers @jelly-fishy-babie @skeletoresinthebasement @agent-barnes40 @reann-shitposting @skadikh @summergeezburr @buckybarton03 @sunshinepower17 @bindythedemon @natasharomanoffismywife @keenmarvellover @bbybarness @storiesbystarlight @buckybarnesplumwhore @bromieeomieee @marvelmenarebeautiful @niki-is-a-thing @pauloonig @abyssiniapleasant @beautybyfire @officalmarvelbaby @acertainredhead @reapersan @adoreyou976 @casperlikej @songbirdcannabe @montygator17 @cecedrake2217 @nyx2021 @black-dhalias @idontwannagomrstarkk @chiyongberry @bunnyweasley23

Tony Stark Taglist @mxxmocha

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Daisy for some science boyfriends(Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)

Daisy- “Don’t worry about me.”

The crash and sound of breaking glass had Bruce running into Tony’s lab, eyes darting from one side to the other. His heartbeat was loud but steady in his ears; no reason to freak out yet. More than likely it was just Tony being Tony. Bruce ignored how his inner voice seemed to reject that line of thinking, heading over to where he heard a loud groan.

“Tony? Are you ok?” As Bruce got closer, he realized that Tony was covered with a shelf. Well, he assumed it was Tony. The only part of his boyfriend he could see was his left hand, which flicked up is a ‘mean girl’ sort of way.

“Oh don’t worry about me. I’m peachy. Working on my arm exercises.” Bruce rolled his eyes at Tony’s sarcasm, going over and gently propping the shelf back up. A few beakers fell to the ground and he winced at the sound, Tony not caring as he pulled himself from under the mess. Tony brushed himself off before pointing at the shelf, an unimpressed look on his face.

“This is coming out of your pay you know. Assaulting the boss? Major no-no.” Bruce rolled his eyes again, Tony offering him a half smile. He quickly kissed Bruce on the cheek, smirking at how surprised the other scientist looked. “Thanks for the assist buttercup.” Tony gave one more wink before turning to leave the lab.

Bruce almost missed Tony limping away, distracted by the sudden fluttering in his stomach. Almost. Bruce made a noise to surprise, seeing Tony hurt and the other man moved faster, quickly moving out of sight. Bruce sighed, leaving the shelf and calling after him. Tony really was a huge baby.

#marvel imagine #tony stark #bruce banner #tony stark x bruce banner

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sorrythatwasmean · 2 years

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A mini "Happy Birthday, Tony" Science Husbands fic

(Notes: Some spice but fades to black. And it's from an RP where Tony has developed low level telepathy that only works with the people closest to him.)

Tony stirred a little at the touch of fingers at his cheek and a moment later there was rumbly growl into his ear, his pulse quickened, he opened his eyes in a slight haze of sleepiness, fear and confusion, but his gaze met familiar, glowing, green, eyes.

"Good morning, Bruce."

Bruce's lips found Tony's neck. Tony tilted his head back and let out a shaky breath as Bruce's calloused fingers delicately traced the scars left behind from past heart surgeries. "W-what's the--"

Bruce mouth crashed against Tony's and swallowed the question. Happy Birthday, Tony. Bruce straddled Tony's waist.Tony whined into the kiss and his hips ground upward.

And he heard Bruce's voice low and confident in his mind. Shall I take you like this? Or...Bruce grabbed him, never breaking the kiss, and rolled until Tony was on top. How do you want me?

Tony broke the kiss, tried to catch his breath, and grinned. "Always. But also all ways...." And proceeded to whisper all the ways...

#science husbands #tony x bruce #tony stark x bruce banner #science bros #tony stark

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beeffr · 2 years

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Puppy Love

Summary: It wasn’t that Tony didn’t like dogs ; it’s just he didn’t expect one to be sprung onto him so quickly. He wouldn’t admit it, but Tony thought he was struggling enough with college, and so having a dog wasn’t the best thing in the world to happen to him.

Except maybe having a dog isn’t the worst thing when the world’s cutest boy has a dog-walking side hustle. Bruce Banner’s studying at the college just next door, working three jobs just to pay his rent. Tony sees it just as a matter of whether he can woo said cutest boy; but Bruce Banner likes to play hard to get.

Word Count: 5,843 | Chapter 1/8

Pairings: Bruce Banner x Tony Stark

Content Warnings: Internalised Homophobia

It’s been a while Huh! Well I’m back, this time with a monstrously long piece (trust me, this is only the first chapter). I’ve been reading a lot of Stanner fics recently and since I have so many ideas for the ship decided to get writing… And got carried away. I hope you enjoy !! Reblogs, comments and kudos are super helpful !!

#tony stark x bruce banner #tony stark #Bruce banner #marvel #college au #Stanner #science boyfriends #hope y’all enjoy my writing after five hundred years of silence

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Tony about Bruce: I'm not sure if science supports sucking stress out of his dick, but I'd like to give it a try.

#source: tumblr #incorrect marvel quotes #tony stark imagine #tony stark #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner #tony stark x bruce banner #science husbands #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel imagine #marvel #MCU imagine #MCU

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lettingtimepass · 2 months

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OG Fic Rec List - Science Boyfriends

It seems like I've finally found some Science Boyfriends lovers on here and I'm feeling nostalgic, so here is my list of fics that have been saved in my bookmarks for nearly 10 years! If you haven't read these -- Enjoy!

Tony Stark Recommended, Bruce Banner Not by hollydermovoi

Bruce and Tony are a happy couple looking to adopt, but those in charge of approving them aren't huge fans of Bruce's Alter Ego.

Five Times Tony Stark Made Bruce Banner Laugh, and One Time He Made Him Angry by Yamx

Being friends with Tony Stark is many things, but it's certainly never boring.

Loose Talk in the Classroom by Undertheblu

Teenage Tony Stark finds his new teacher Bruce Banner more interesting than he probably should. Bruce does his best to be the responsible adult, but he discovers a stubborn Stark can be quite hard to resist. While trying to hide their taboo relationship they expose themselves to secrets they weren’t even aware of.

Pendulum by ChevySK and Zphal

Two highschoolers with brilliant minds and troubled lives find they have a lot in common. While Bruce struggles to cope in an abusive family, Tony longs for an intimacy he's never known. As the boys grow closer, can Bruce overcome his hang-ups about being in a relationship? And what role will Tony's heart condition play?

Dark Memories by Trammel

Tony and Bruce have been together six months, when something Bruce does triggers memories in Tony that he never wanted. Tony is not good at dealing with his feelings, but Bruce does his best to help him through it. Eventually Bruce confides in the team. Then someone from Tony's past returns to make things worse…

#Science Boyfriends #Tony Stark x Bruce Banner #Stanner #Stanner fic rec #Science Boyfriends fics rec #fic rec #AO3 #Tony Stark #Bruce Banner #TS #BB #Marvel fic rec #lots of angst #lots of trauma #its a beautiful thing

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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science-hoes · 1 year

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I don’t want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowers”

I want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here’s a new x reader fic with your comfort character”

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mimisempai · 2 years

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Just be yourself

Summary:

Bruce is exhausted, he doesn't want to show it, but Tony is there to show that he will never have to force himself to be someone else with him.

Notes:

Set just after the precedent story. Reading it is not necessary, but a little reminder: Tony survived thanks to Strange but is dead to the world except for Pepper, Happy, Morgan, Rhodey and of course Bruce. They both learn to live together on Bruce's beach. Tony made Bruce a bracelet that allows him to switch between Bruce and smart Hulk. On AO3

Rating G - 799 words

Bruce stifled a yawn and realized he had just read the same paragraph three times while waiting for Tony to finish his shower.

He knew he had to make dinner, but the good thing about not having to work was that you were much more flexible with your schedule.

Bruce struggled to keep his eyes open.

He was exhausted.

Every night since Tony had joined him, they had been talking until late.

Maybe to make up for lost time, or to enjoy the time they had because they didn't realize yet that they weren't limited by it anymore.

"Just a few seconds..." muttered Bruce before he put his head back and closed his eyes.

The few seconds quickly turned into a few minutes and Bruce didn't see the fond look Tony gave him as he entered the living room.

"Aww too sweet..." whispered Tony.

He admired for a few seconds his lover so peacefully asleep.

His lover.

Tony still could hardly believe it.

His friend.

His lover.

His love.

He wasn't ready to give him the last title out loud yet, but the feelings were there.

Tony knew it.

It was only a matter of time.

He gazed at the sleeping face for a while more, and then, unable to control himself any longer, Tony leaned over and gently kissed Bruce's forehead. When he stood up, he saw the corner of Bruce's lips curve upward in a smile that told him he was awake.

As he didn't open his eyes, Tony leaned down again and kissed him on the lips, whispering, "Is my sleeping beauty awake?"

Bruce raised his arms and pulled Tony toward him, causing him to topple over with a small yelp, until he was straddling Bruce.

Bruce reached up and stroked his cheek, "Hey there...handsome."

Tony looked at him with a concerned expression, and traced the dark circles under Bruce's eyes with his finger, "You look exhausted, honey."

Bruce shook his head in denial but couldn't suppress a yawn.

"We still need to get dinner ready."

He made a move to get up, but Tony firmly put his hands on Bruce's shoulders to stop him.

Then he stood up and pointed at him, "Professor Banner, you sit here, I'll be back in a few moments."

Bruce protested, "Tony..."

Tony shook his head, "I don't want to hear about it. You stay here."

He looked around, took a cushion from one of the chairs and placed it on the coffee table in front of Bruce. Then he lifted his lover's legs and made him rest his feet on the cushion.

He leaned over and kissed Bruce lightly on the lips, "Rest, I'll be back."

Bruce smiled and nodded, no longer having much strength to protest. He closed his eyes again and dozed, aware of Tony's presence as he heard the sounds coming from the kitchen.

A few moments later Tony returned with a tray that he placed on the table. It was filled with small, easy-to-eat sandwiches and bites.

Tony sat down next to Bruce and handed him a small bite.

Bruce grabbed it and tasted it with pleasure.

"Home delivery, perfect, right?" said Tony with a wink.

Bruce nodded gratefully.

They shared the meal as Tony rested his head against his shoulder.

When they finished, Tony took Bruce's chin in his hands and said, "You know you don't have to pretend with me. No need to look strong. Just you. I want it all, the good and the bad, everything. If you're tired, if you don't feel like doing something, you just say so."

He punctuated his words with a light kiss on Bruce's lips before wrapping his arms around his waist and letting his head rest on his lover's chest.

Bruce, awed, murmured, "Thanks Tony..." and dug his fingers into Tony's hair.

He felt his body heavy with the tiredness that was weighing him down and he thought it would be better to go to bed now, but he felt so good at the moment, with Tony's weight on his chest, his arms around him, his hands in Tony's hair. It was all far too nice to move.

Lulled by the sweetness of the moment and driven by exhaustion, his eyelids closed and he let himself go, leaning comfortably against the back of the sofa.

He wanted to tell Tony how much he loved him, how precious these moments were to him, but he was so tired he couldn't even articulate a word.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow he would tell him.

They had time.

He would tell him when they were both fully conscious.

But for now, he felt himself drifting.

He was only aware of Tony's breathing on his chest and the warmth of his body pressed against his.

And that was enough for him.

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Still not my native language

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