Call me Kim! 19 || She/her || German || Marvel || iâm a switch btw ;) (10% ler / 90%lee) I write tickle fics for the MCU NSWF dni Iâm open for every idea youâve got in your head, as well as for DMâs! As long as youâre SFW.
first of all, iâm not a talented writer, my native language is German, but Iâve improved my English over the years and somehow became fluent. Yet, I still make mistakes, so please be patient with me <3
i will write tickle fics only for Marvel and their cast because i feel confident enough to write for them. i also write with the reader included!
i will NOT write any specific NSWF fics, if i ever see any request similar to that, I have to delete it, Iâm not comfortable sharing stories like those on this blog. You can request those on my second blog @preettyangels
romantic pairings
iâm completely okay with romantic pairings, as long as theyâre these pairings:
peter parker 1 x reader (if both are minors.)
bucky barnes x reader
steve rogers x reader
Sebastian Stan x reader
Chris Evans x reader
Tom Holland x reader
Loki x reader
Andrew Garfield x reader
Peter Parker 3 x reader
Once comfortable enough, iâll write for ships like stucky or something, but iâm usually not that good in writing these ships.
platonic pairings
thatâs what iâll usually write for, and you can pick one of these characters/celebrities below
characters:
peter parker 1
Peter Parker 3
bucky barnes
steve rogers
sam wilson
tony stark
thor odinson
Peter quill
Loki Laufeyson
Clint Barton
celebrities:
Sebastian Stan
Anthony mackie
Tom holland
Chris evans
Chris hemsworth
Tom hiddleston
Scarlett Johansson
Robert Downey Junior
Andrew Garfield
feel free to send in any requests! iâd love to write your ideas into whole fics <3
summary: you drunkenly confess something to bucky. he makes sure to remember.
warnings: no use of y/n, gn reader, lee!reader, ler!bucky, established relationship, drunk reader for a part, one suggestive line from reader
word count: 1.8k
authors notes: i watched the winter solider and then only slept for four hours that night, and then when i had a nap during the day this came to me in my dream. quite literally.
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Your hand slipped, tip of the key scraping against the door noisily.
"God damnit - piece of -" you hissed under your breath, trying to aim for the lock again. You hand swayed, aiming too high, then too far to the left, then too low. Huffing, you shook your arm out, hoping to reset it somehow. You aimed at the lock again.
"Come on, come on, come o-" you whispered.
The door opened.
You blinked. Looked up.
"Hey!" You called, grin splitting on your face.
"Hey." Bucky echoed, already stepping aside and ushering you in.
"I coulnd't get the-" you said, stumbling in over the doormat, bumping into the doorframe, and reaching out to push the door shut.
"The key, yeah." Bucky finished your sentence for you, hand coming up to steady you by your upper arm. "I heard you cursing it out."
"We need a bigger lock." You said, bending down to force your shoes off.
"Yeah?" Bucky asked with a light chuckle, already crouching in front of you to help with your shoes.
You looked down at him, immediately distracted. His hair was inky in the low light that barely filtered in from the kitchen. It looked really soft.
You weaved your fingers into his hair, brushing it back off his forehead in repetitive motions. It was even softer than it looked.
Bucky eased both of your shoes off, placing them neatly by the door like you always did. You kept your hands in his hair.
"Did you have fun?" He looked up at you, hands cupping the back of your calves.
"Bucky, it was so fun!" You exclaimed, lolling your head back dramatically. "I had so much to drink."
"I can tell." He teased, getting to his feet. His arm, warm and solid, wrapped around your shoulders and steered you towards the kitchen. "Let's get you some water."
"We danced, too." You told him, wobbling over to lean against the dining table. "The music wasn't that good but then Lady Gaga came on so we had no choice."
"Gotta dance to Gaga." Bucky agreed, handing you a glass of water.
"Gotta dance to Gaga." You nodded, the movement making your head swim. You grimaced, shutting one eye.
"You okay?" Bucky's hands rubbed your arms gently. You waved off his worry, taking a drink from your glass. "You didn't walk home, did you?"
You shook your head, swallowing. "Alex was the debi- devis- devig-"
"Designated driver." Bucky supplied.
"That." You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. "She drove us all back. Waited till I was inside the building."
"Good." His eyes were soft when you looked up at him.
"She's a gentleman." You said gravely.
The smile that spread on his face was blinding. "That she is."
You set the glass next to you on the table and leaned your weight onto Bucky. His arms wrapped around you protectively.
"You should come next time." You said, cheek squished into his collarbone.
"I thought the rule was no boyfriends allowed." Bucky sounded amused.
"Rule-schmule." You grumbled, making his shoulders shake with quiet laughter. "Would've been better with you there."
"Aw," his hands started trailing delicate lines over your back. "You flatter me."
You let out a small huff through your nose, relaxing against him, enjoying the tingling sensation from his fingers. Your eyes slipped shut. Bucky's shirt smelled faintly of cologne, familiar and comforting. Your focus divided between his hands and how his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath he took. You were warm, and comfortable, and you never wanted to move.
Bucky's hands caught on the back of your ribs, making you squirm.
"That tickles." You mumbled sleepily.
"Sorry." Bucky's voice was hushed, and his hands stilled, resting gently against your shoulder blades.
"It's okay, it's nice." You said, pressing your face further against his shoulder like a cat. "I like it."
"Oh?"
"Mhm. I like it when you tickle me." You continued, getting dizzy again as your brain turned more and more asleep. "You should do it more often."
"I see." You heard him say through the fog of sleep. He gathered you up in his arms, ignoring your groans of protest. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
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You woke with a start, choking on half a snore.
You coughed half-heartedly, cleared your throat, and breathed deeply. Eyes still closed, you mentally assessed your situation.
Headache, yes, but no nausea. That was a good sign. It meant that while, yes you did get completely drunk last night, you had not gone over your limit.
You stretched your body carefully. Your legs and feet ached, and you vaugely remembered attempting a death drop to Lady Gaga. You groaned, turning onto your stomach. Your phone buzzed, so you forced your eyes open.
Your friend group chat had thirty-six messages. Twenty of those were pitcutes from last night.
You decided to deal with that later.
You turned in bed until you started tipping off the edge of the mattress, bracing your legs against the cold floor. Then, with great effort, you pushed yourself up by your palms. You paused, reassesing.
Still no nausea.
Slowly, you made your way to the kitchen.
Bucky stood at the counter, scraping butter onto some toast.
"Morning." He said over his shoulder when he heard you enter.
"Hi." Your voice was croaky. Bucky didn't comment, simply passing you a mug of coffee. "Oh, thank god."
You leaned your hip against the counter, taking a long drink. Bucky, finished with his task, placed the toast on a plate and slid it over to you. You moved the mug to your other hand and snatched a slice of toast, whipping it up to your mouth. Bucky leaned back against the counter not too far from you, holding his own mug.
He was looking at you curiously.
After a moment, you stopped mid-chew. "What?"
He didn't answer, but shook his head lightly to indicate nothing was going on.
"Did I do something last night?" You asked, suddenly nervous. "Oh god, was I a lot to deal with?"
"No, you were fine." Bucky was quick to reassure. He paused for a moment, then added, hiding his curving smile in his mug. "Chatty."
Dread crawled up your spine. You lowered the toast back onto the plate.
"What did I say?"
"Nothing." Too quick.
"Bucky."
"Nothing bad." He amended, smile still in place.
"But something." You insisted. "I embarrassed myself, didn't I?"
"I wouldn't say it's embarrassing." Bucky said. "Cute, though."
"Are you going to tell me what I said, or are you going to stand there all smug?" You demanded, setting your mug down on the counter as well. You tried looking stern, but you were too flustered by how amused Bucky looked. Almost gleeful.
"I don't know," he mused, teasing, "I kind of like you like this."
"I'll freak out if you don't tell me." You threatened, feeling anxiety crawl up your throat.
"You'll freak out if I do."
You covered your eyes with your palm. "So it is bad."
"Hey, come on." The mug clinked against the counter as Bucky set it down. His hands came to your shoulders, squeezing in reassurance. "I promise it's fine. You were fine. You didn't say anything bad, or embarrassing, or weird. I think it might make you feel a little exposed, though."
"Just say it." You lowered your hand and looked at him. That odd half-smile, part satisfaction, part glee, returned to his face.
"Well," he said, slowly dragging his hands down your arms. "It involves a certain activity. And your enjoyment of it."
You frowned at him. "What, did I try to climb you like a tree? Why is this even a conversa-"
"No, no." The smile widened. His hands trailed to your sides. "It's more to do with making you laugh."
You watched him for a moment as your mind, slower because of the hangover induced headache, absorbed his words. When it did, you felt your face heat.
"Oh my god." You whispered in horror, closing your eyes. Bucky drew you in closer.
"You said tickling is nice." He continued, happiness dripping from his voice. "That you like it when I tickle you."
"I'm going to walk off a cliff." You groaned, bringing a hand up to your face.
Bucky dipped his head closer to your ear. "You said I should do it more often."
You froze completely, as if, maybe, if you didn't move - didn't breathe - then this situation would disappear.
"I'm not hearing a 'no'." Bucky said.
You paused in your sprialling for a moment. Considered the circumstances.
Technically, you reasoned with yourself, this was probably the best case scenario for you. The difficult - and embarrassing, regardless of what Bucky thinks - part was done. You didn't have to work through anxiety and self-consciousness and freaking out to get the words out to him. You just said them, no second guessing.
Now you culd justâŚenjoy the results.
And still freak out a little.
So, instead of pulling back, shutting yourself away, pulling your walls back up, you wrapped your arms around Bucky. Your cheek pressed into his collarbone, in much the same way as the night before.
"It's not a 'no'." You said quietly. "But you're not allowed to be mean about it."
"I'd never be mean." He reassured, hands tentatively starting to move over the fabric of your tshirt. When you didn't pull away, he sped up slightly, just enough to make you shiver and squirm. "You're not really laughing."
"Mm." You hummed, suddenly feeling bolder. "Maybe you're not good at this."
"Oh, okay." Bucky said, instantly scribbling against your ribcage. You burst out laughing immediately at the change. "I see how it is."
"Alright, alrihight!" You pushed at his shoulders. "I'm sohory!"
"Are you?"
"Yehes, I take it back!" You twisted to try and ease away from the feeling. "Please, I have a headache."
"Okay." Bucky obediently stopped his hands. "But only because of the headache."
He let you step away from his embrace, and you leaned over the counter to grab your coffee. Bucky waited until you were taking a sip before speaking.
"We'll continue when you're not hungover."
You choked on the coffee, coughing and spluttering, warm liquid dripping down your chin and the front of your tshirt. Bucky burst into bright, unashamed laughter.
You ignored him, as well as the heat in your cheeks, and meandered around his shaking body to grab a paper towel. Bucky's laugh filtered out to a soft snicker behind you as you dried your face.
"Let me get you some painkillers." He said, mirth still playing around in his voice. His hand trailed lightly over your lower back as he walked past you to the medicine cabinet.
Silently, you raised your eyes to the havens with a plea.
You may have accidentally unleashed something too flustering to deal with.
The sunlight had shifted further across the room, and you were already lying there, half-buried in the blankets, watching him. Bucky was still asleep. His arm draped over your waist, the blanket tangled around both of you. He had pulled you close sometime during the night and now his warmth pressed against your side.
You turned your head and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. đđ:đđ đ.đ.
You had been awake for a little while, waiting, wondering how long he would keep sleeping if left to his own devices. The thought made your stomach twist with impatience. You wanted to get up, and of course you could do that all on your own. However, youâd rather start the day with him. A soft, lazy snore escaped him.
hffâŚ
You stilled.
Another one followed, and you couldnât hold back a small laugh. Your lips twitched as you traced a finger along the edge of his arm, then across the small of his back.
âBuckyâŚâ you whispered, a grin tugging at your lips. âTime to wake up.â
You shifted slightly, careful not to jostle him, letting the mattress dip under your weight. His hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, chin brushing the top of your head.
You swallowed as you inched your hand closer to the small patch of exposed skin at his side where the blanket had slipped. A flicker of hesitation ran through you. Sleep didnât always come easily for him. You didnât want to push anything too far.
But then you remembered the times heâd let you wrap an arm around him without comment, how he never shrugged you off when you leaned into his side. The way heâd sit still while you played with his hair, letting your fingers comb through it even when it put him half to sleep. Heâd let you steal his hoodie, rest your legs over his, press your forehead to his shoulder when words felt like too much. Small things. Things he didnât allow just anyone to do.
He trusted you. Maybe not after thisâbut he did.
You pressed a finger lightly against his side, testing. His skin was warm, smooth, and familiar. You let your palm linger, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand.
hffâŚ
Another tiny snore followed by a gentle smile.
You let out a small, quiet gasp at the realization. This new discoveryâBucky Barnes was ticklish? Just last week youâd poked at his side a few times to get his attention, and he hadnât reacted at all, only giving you a blank look like it meant nothing. Had he been faking it? Maybe. Either way, it was useful information to haveâŚespecially for moments like this.
And then you gently squeezed his side. Buckyâs eyes flew openâor at least half-openedâjust enough to see you, and he inhaled sharply, a startled laugh escaping before he could protest.
âMhhââ
You didnât think about the consequences following right away, you only had one goal in mind: waking up this old geezer. Your fingers didnât stop. You climbed onto his legs, kneaded lightly into his side, shifting carefully to feather along his ribs. His shoulders twitched involuntarily.
âDoll!â he barked softly, laughter bubbling out of him. Turns out he was a good liar after all.
Bucky fought the instinct to toss you off him entirely, but aware that you could tumble off the bed and seriously hurt yourself. So, he forced himself to stay controlled, no matter how agonizing this was. Still, his body betrayed him; he squirmed beneath you, dragging himself farther up the mattress with the strength of his arms, trying to shift you enough to make it stop. But none of it worked. No matter what he did, you stayed right where you were.
âYouâre so ticklish,â you teased, grinning as your fingers danced mercilessly along the sides of his stomach. âMaybe even more than I am.â A partial confession, but a confession nonetheless.
That mustâve flipped some kind of switch, because his response came fast and completely unexpected. In one swift motion, Bucky reached back, caught your arm, and yanked you off his legs, rolling the situation in his favor until he was hovering over you instead. He didnât do anything right awayâjust stayed there, catching his breath from the assault. Exhausted, a little stunned, but very much alert now.
That was when it turned into a full-on challenge. Spotting your opening, you grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at him, catching him just off guard enough to work. He went down and you didnât waste a second. You managed to scramble off the bed and bolted for the open door.
âHa! Two can play that gameâkeep up if you can!â You shouted, excitedâyou had actually outran Bucky Barnes! But then you heard his heavy footsteps behind you. Your excitement disappeared very fast, and you ran even faster. Nervous giggles slipped out as you realized he was going to catch you.
âYou know Iâm gonna get you, ya little troublemaker!â It only made your heart race faster as you ran, knowing he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
You knew he would. There was no real escaping from him, not when he sounded that close. Still, you kept running around the place, refusing to believe it for as long as you could. Maybeâjust maybeâyou could make it a little farther before he caught you.
You weaved left and right, dodging around furniture to keep him busy, laughing at how focused he was. It was all fun, until he suddenly darted the opposite way and appeared right in front of you.
You stumbled back, a huge nervous grin spreading across your face, breathy giggles spilling out as you tried to catch your breath.
âHeyâŚBucky, p-pleaseâŚI didnât meanââ you tried, your words coming out in quick, nervous bursts as you hoped to talk your way out.
âWhat a mistake youâve madeâŚâ he growled, walking toward you at an unhurried pace that felt far more threatening than a sprint ever could. The look on his face was downright devious, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
âOkayâokay, wait, letâs talk about this,â you rushed out, hands lifting in surrender as you backed up a step. A nervous laugh slipped past your lips. âWe canâŚwe can be reasonable, right? No need to do anything you might regret.â
Buckyâs lips curled into a slow, teasing smirk, the menace in his eyes softening just enough to be dangerous. âReasonable, huh?â he said, tilting his head. âYou think I play fair after what you just did?â He took another step closer, letting the tension hang in the air, every inch of his presence daring you to make a move.
âIâŚI just wanted you to get up,â you blurted out, âI didnât mean for it toâŚend up here.â
He leaned in a little closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. âOh, I see⌠so thaâs your big excuse, hm? Jusâ wanted me up?â He let the words hang, his smirk growing. âFunnyâŚâcause it sounds a whole lot like trouble tâme.â
The moment you tried to dart past him, he caught you. His hands closed around your wrists as he spun you around effortlessly, pulling you back until your back was pressed against his chest, your arms pinned gently but firmly against yourself. He let out a deep chuckle, making you feel flustered. This was it. This was how it ended.
He leaned down slowly and blew a soft breath against your ear. The sensation alone made you scrunch up your shoulders.
âDonât tell anyone that Iâm ticklishâŚâ he whispered into your ear, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as the fingers of his free hand drifted teasingly over your sides and across your stomach. You twisted and squirmed, bending away the best you could, trying to stifle giggles while trying to break free and run againâthough deep down, you knew you wouldnât get far.
âAlso,â he paused, his fingers resting lightly in the middle of your stomach, âdonât ever wake me up like that again.â
Before you could even respond, his fingers wiggled and vibrated against your stomach, and you burst into uncontrollable laughter.
âOh, does that tickle?â he growled right into your ear. âWell, maybe you shouldâve thought about that before you woke me up!â His hand slid a little higher, shaking against your ribs near your bra line, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Youâd always loved Buckyâs playful side. It was specialâalmost second nature to himâlike this was a role heâd grown into. He loved teasing you with gentle pokes when you least expected it, hiding behind corners to surprise you, and trapped you in side hugs you couldnât escape from. Little, silly things that somehow meant everything.
Heâs tickled you plenty of times before, too, knew exactly how to turn you into a flustered, giggling mess beneath his fingers. And he genuinely enjoyed it. Your laughter made him lighter, like it grounded him. It always lifted his spirits. It made him happy.
And honestly? It made you happy too.
âP-pleaseâŚI wasnât trying toâah!âmake you mad!â you squeaked between bursts of giggles, cheeks burning as you squirmed beneath him.
âShouldâve thought about that, sweetheart,â he teased as he wiggled his fingers against your sides. âNow youâre paying the price.â
You blushed, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips, because he was right. You could have just shaken him awake gently, tugged the covers off, or maybe not wake him at all. But here you were, knowing full well it was entirely your fault.
âDonât hide thaâ smile,â he sang teasingly, tasering your sides. âDonâ make me use my secret technique on ya.â
Your eyes widened instantly as a shiver went down your body. You knew exactly what his âsecret techniqueâ wasâand you hated it. Every. Single. Time.
âNoâno! No, B-bucky, please, Iâm sorâAHEY!â you squealed, the sound breaking into helpless laughter as his lips vibrated against your neck. He nuzzled closer, blowing raspberries into the crook of your neck, his scruff brushing against your skin.
That was the worst part. The raspberries alone were bad enough, but the rough drag of his stubble made it ten times more unbearable, sending sparks of ticklish sensation straight through you.
Your neck had always been your weakest spot, and once heâd figured that out, there was no stopping him. He took full advantage every time, delighting in the way you squirmed and laughed, completely undone beneath him.
You tried to pull forward again, tugging at the arms holding you in place, desperate to slip free. But between him prodding mercilessly at your sides, and being downright evil by planting raspberries along your neck, there was no chance of escape.
âYou better be,â he mumbled into your neck, the words tickling just as much as his breath and making you giggle as you scrunched your shoulders. After one last, playful raspberry, he finally pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently setting you down.
The smile on his face afterward was huge, almost boyish. He looked genuinely happy. Maybe this hadnât been such a terrible way to wake him up after all.
Seeing your knees go weak, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the bed, laying you down before pulling you close against him. His arm stayed wrapped around you, making it clear you werenât going anywhere.
âDo that again,â he murmured sleepily, âând itâll be ten times worse.â
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, pulling the covers over you and just like that, the two of you drifted off.
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Okay, that's a really good sentence. Typo. Typo. Huh, did I write this? It's actually not bad. Typo. Hm, I would cut out that part now, but it kind of works. TYPO. Oh, this part is really good. That is the wrong word, wtf? I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would. ANOTHER TYPO? FFS.
⌠pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
⌠genre: fluff, mush, domestic softness, modern!au, social media chaos
⌠summary: it was supposed to be a simple grocery run in sweatpants but someone caught you and Bucky holding hands, laughing in the cereal aisle. the video went viral overnight with the caption ârelationship goals.â suddenly, the internet is obsessed with your love story.
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The trip was supposed to be boring.
You dragged Bucky out of the Tower on a Saturday morning, insisting you needed to actually live like humans for once âWe canât keep living on takeout and Tonyâs weird meal subscriptions,â youâd argued, tugging on his hand until he caved.
Now, here you both were two Avengers in a quiet Brooklyn grocery store, dressed down in sweatpants and hoodies, pushing a squeaky cart through the aisles.
âDoll, we donât need three different kinds of cereal,â Bucky muttered, arms crossed as you happily loaded another box into the cart.
âYou donât understand the importance of cereal variety,â you replied solemnly, standing on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.
Bucky sighed, reaching up easily with his vibranium arm and plucking the box down for you. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYou love it,â you shot back, giving him a look that made the corner of his mouth twitch.
Neither of you noticed the girl a few feet away, phone angled discreetly in her hand. She caught the way Bucky leaned down to whisper something in your ear, the way you burst into laughter, clutching the cereal box like it was the funniest thing in the world. She recorded when he rested his big hand on your lower back, guiding you down the aisle like it was second nature.
She posted it with a simple caption: relationship goals.
By the time you and Bucky were unloading groceries back at the Tower, the internet had already begun to lose its mind. It started with TikTok.
A thirty-second clip of you and Bucky in the cereal aisle. No context. Just soft laughter, quiet touches, his unguarded smile.
Then it spread to Twitter.
âWHO ARE THEY???â one tweet screamed, with 100k likes in under an hour.
âFind me a love like THIS,â another said, paired with crying emojis.
Then Instagram. Then Buzzfeed. Then everyone.
You found out when Nat barged into your shared apartment, phone in hand.
âYou two are trending,â she announced, looking far too smug.
âWhat?â you asked, balancing a bag of chips on top of the fridge.
Bucky squinted. âTrending? What does that mean?â
Nat grinned and turned her phone toward you. A video of you and Bucky filled the screen, overlayed with hearts and sparkles, comments flooding in faster than you could read
âi donât even know their names but i want what they have.â
âthey look so in love iâm gonna cry.â
âwait is that THE bucky barnes??â
Your jaw dropped. âOh my god.â
Buckyâs ears went red instantly. âWhat the hell is this?â
âItâs cute, thatâs what,â Nat said. âThe internet has claimed you two as its new favorite couple.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. âThis is so embarrassing.â
But when you peeked at Bucky, he wasnât scowling. He was staring at the screen, lips parted, like he couldnât believe what he was seeing.
âThey think⌠weâre goals?â he muttered, voice almost shy.
Your chest ached a little at that. Because he really didnât see it the way people looked at him, at you, when you were together. Like love was something inevitable in the way his hand always found yours, or the way your smile softened whenever he walked into a room.
The next morning, another video surfaced.
This time, it was from the parking lot. Someone had caught you struggling to juggle grocery bags, while Bucky effortlessly carried six in each hand. Youâd been laughing, teasing him for showing off, and heâd leaned down to kiss your forehead before loading the bags into the car.
The internet exploded again.
âTheyâre domestic as hell, I canât stand it,â one comment read.
âThis is literally a romcom,â another said.
Bucky scrolled through them on your couch that night, expression caught between awe and panic. âPeople really⌠like us?â
âOf course they do,â you said softly, nudging his shoulder. âYouâre kind of hard not to like when youâre not brooding.â
He gave you a mock glare, but you caught the way his cheeks flushed pink.
Then came the âtrending couple challenge.â
Some genius decided to compile clips of you and Bucky, cutting them with captions like âwhen he looks at you like this >>>â and âthis is how love should be.â The trend blew up. People started tagging their partners, recreating grocery store dates, holding hands in sweatpants.
And through it all, the original couple you and Bucky stayed completely oblivious to how deep the obsession ran.
Until Clint showed up at brunch with a smirk and said, âSo⌠how does it feel being the internetâs new favorite married couple?â
You nearly choked on your coffee. âWeâre not married!â
âYet,â Bucky muttered under his breath.
The table went silent. You stared at him. He stared at his plate.
Nat grinned like sheâd just been handed front-row tickets to the drama.
It was supposed to be silly. A fluke. Just a couple of strangers filming something they thought was cute.
But a week later, you found yourself scrolling through hundreds of videos of you and Bucky edits set to soft music, threads of people analyzing every little touch, every glance.
And maybe it was embarrassing. Maybe it was invasive.
But when Bucky came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, you realized you didnât mind so much.
Because for once, the world wasnât looking at him like a weapon. They were looking at him the way you did.
Like he was love, in its simplest, purest form. And maybe that wasnât so bad after all.
That night, curled against him in bed, you whispered, âYou okay with all this? With everyone seeing us like that?â
Bucky pressed a kiss into your hair, pulling you closer âAs long as youâre mine,â he murmured, âthey can watch all they want.â
And in the dark, you smiled. Because this was you. Unfiltered. Unstaged. Unapologetically in love. And the world finally got to see it, too.
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Summary: When you and Bucky start decorating the house, it ends up to be a bit more chaotic than you thought.
Word Count: 960
Prompt: Decorating together
Request: See the request here
A/N: This is my second fluffcember fanfic of this year! I hope you enjoy it!! @marvelstoriesepic thank you for requesting!!
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This year is your and Buckyâs first Christmas at the new house. You moved in a few months ago, shortly before he joined the new Avengers. Even though they asked him to move to the tower with them, Bucky decided to stay with you at the house. Of course, Bucky enjoys spending time with the others but living with Yelena, Bob, Alexei, Ava and John sounds so chaotic. Bucky rather wants to only live with you and enjoy a cozy time, of course there are also times when it can get chaotic, but with you, he doesnât mind.
Today you and Bucky planned to put up the Christmas decoration. So, right after breakfast you asked Bucky to help you bring the boxes with the decoration from the garage into the house. When you went into the garage, you looked around and searched for the boxes with the Christmas things. Bucky spotted the boxes first and you both walked over to where you had placed the boxes when you moved in. Bucky took one of the boxes and then you also reached for one.
âLet me carry that, doll.â Bucky said when he saw you carrying one of the heavier boxes.
âItâs okay just put it on top of this one.â Bucky said.
âAre you sure?â You asked and Bucky nodded.
âOf course, sweetheart.â Bucky said and you slowly placed the box that you wanted to carry on top of his. Then you kissed his cheek and reached for a third box, that was not that heavy. After you went back to the living room with the decoration Bucky went back and brought the last box into the living room. You stood there for a moment and werenât sure how to start, you looked at the boxes that were full of decoration and then looked around the room. Is this really enough for this big house, you thought.
âI think we need more.â You thought as you looked around the big living room.
âMore? Sweetheart I think thatâs already a lot.â Bucky said and walked closer to you.
âHmm.â You mumbled and Bucky chuckled.
âHow about we put up the decoration that we already have and then we decide what we still need?â Bucky suggested.
âOkay, yeah letâs do it like that but we definitely need something for outside.â
âOf course, we canât have such a beautiful porch and donât put some Christmas decoration there.â
âYouâre making fun of me.â
âDoll, I would never. I love how passionate you are about this.â Bucky smiled at you and gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and then kissed you softly.
âLetâs start?â Bucky asked and you nodded. You turned on some music, opened the boxes and then started to decorate. You had a lot of different types of decorations in different colors. While decorating you would sometimes look over to Bucky and had to chuckle, he looked so serious and a bit confused because he wasnât sure where to put some of it. Even after spending Christmas together for a few years now, he sometimes still gets a bit nervous when it comes to this kind of thing. But after a bit you saw that Bucky started to enjoy it more.
After a while you had finished two of the boxes and then began to decorate the Christmas tree. Bucky walked over to you with the ornaments and handed you the first one with a smile. It was a small teddy bear ornament that Bucky gave you when you spent your first Christmas together. You smiled at him when you took it from his hand and then hung it on the tree. Decorating with Bucky was so lovely and cozy as always. You talked about some things that you wanted to do together this Christmas while some music played in the background. Bucky looked so happy while putting the ornaments on the tree. A while later Bucky handed you the tree toper and as always, he gently lifted you up, so you could put the tree topper on top of the tree. After he softly put you back on the ground Bucky hugged you from behind.
âIt looks really beautiful, sweetheart.â Bucky said and leant closer to kiss your cheek.
âYeah, it does but it still needs some tinsel.â You said and Bucky chuckled as you reached for some tinsel and put it on the tree. You were so focused on making the tree perfect that you didnât notice Bucky grabbing some of the tinsel and throwing it in your direction. It all landed on your head and in your hair which made Bucky chuckle.
âBucky.â You chuckled and Bucky began to laugh. You turned around and shook your head with a smile.
âThe tinsel suits you very well sweetheart.â Bucky told you with a smile.
âOh, is that so? How about we find out how it looks on you, honey.â You said and quickly grabbed a handful of the red tinsel and threw it at him. You began to chuckle as it landed on Buckyâs head and shoulders.
âWe should take a picture.â You said with a smile.
âYeah, letâs do that.â
âBut donât send it to Sam or Yelena.â He added which made you chuckle.
âOkay, I wonât babe.â You said and then took your phone and made a selfie with Bucky. The picture looked so funny and sweet. You were both having a bright smile and the tinsel was all over your hair. You had such a cozy and fun time decorating with Bucky and you canât wait to get some more decoration for the porch and to spend the Christmas season with him.
To celebrate the Christmas season I decided to make a writing event. It will be filled with a lot of fluffy fanfics with our favorite characters.
There are 15 prompts that you can send me requests for, if I have more time I will add a few more.
You can send in a request using one of the prompts from the list below.
You can send in a character and a prompt you want me to use. Or if you have a specific idea with a prompt, feel free to describe it in more detail. đŤś
Prompts that already got requested will be crossed out.
Sometimes I come back here to read my own stuff and start to realise that everything and everyone this community had, is almost all gone⌠gosh I miss those days.
The tease âoh I need to tune a string thereâ right after saying âIâm playing my instrumentâ whilst mercilessly scribbling over my stomach and giggling along with me, is the cruelest thing Iâve ever experienced. Not to mention to âtune a stringâ by twisting a finger between my ribsâŚ
STOP THE FUCKING PRESS, WE HAVE TICKLISH SEBASTIAN STAN
ANABELLE WENT IN DEFINITELY TO TICKLE HIM, AND HIS REACTION IS A MIXTURE OF ANTICIPATORY TICKLES AND FEELING TICKLISH AT THE SAME TIME. which leads me to believe he is super ticklish, as anabelle didnât fully launch an attack but he still grabbed her arm and flinched away.
GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO HELP I NEED MORE, WE GOT IT @barnesrogers-blog
Summary : You matched with Bucky Barnes, your teammate, on a dating app.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x hero!reader (she/her)
Warnings/tags : Fluff. Mutual pining. (let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count : 2.1k
Note : this was not on the posting schedule because it was only supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. Also, would anyone be interested in joining a Bucky taglist if I started one?
You had invited Sam, Bucky, and Yelena over to your apartment for a chill evening, the kind of hangout that didnât require much planning. After a couple of hours playing board gamesâyou found yourselves sprawled across your living room in varying states of relaxation. Â
Sam had turned on The Great British Bake Off on your TV, and now all four of you were watching Paul Hollywood give commentary on yet another sub-par Victoria Sponge cake.Â
Oddly, a baking show made for soothing background noise.
Yelena had claimed the armchair, draped over it like a queen on her throne. One leg hung off the side as she shoveled popcorn into her mouth. Her muttered commentaryââWhy would you even attempt caramel with five minutes left on the clock?ââonly made you chuckle.
Sam was perched forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, unironically invested in all of this. âThat meringueâs gonna collapse,â he muttered, eyes narrowed. That was Samâfully committed, even to a televised baking show. That man could not half-ass anything.Â
And then there was Bucky. Â
He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch from you. His vibranium fingers drummed softly against the armrest, his stare distant, like the show was just white noise for him.Â
It wasnât fair how good he looked, even when he was doing absolutely nothingâ no matter where he was, he always managed to make your heart do an embarrassing little flip. Â
You sighed, forcing your eyes away from him before someone caught you staring. Â
Lately, your hopeless crush on Bucky had been consuming far too much of your mental energy. Months of stolen glances, little moments where his smile sent your pulse racing, and a thousand tiny kindnesses had all built up to this⌠tingly feeling on your stomach.Â
Oh, who were you kidding?Â
This wasnât a crush.Â
You were in love.
But it doesnât matter anyway. He was your teammateâ it would be unprofessional. He was your friend. And, most painfully, he was so far out of your league, it wasnât even funny. Â
So, naturally, youâd done the most logical thing to distract yourself: redownloaded a dating app. Â
As Yelena gasped at a burnt shortcake on-screen, you fixed your eyes at your phone and started swiping, hoping the distraction might keep your thoughts from drifting back to the super soldier sitting just a few feet away. Â
But there was one problem: no one on this goddamn dating app compared to Bucky.Â
With a resigned sigh, you swiped left on yet another shirtless gym selfie. Then another. And another. It was a sea of flexing muscles, bad mirror lighting, and an alarming number of men posing with fish. Â
âWhy are they all like this?â you muttered under your breath, swiping left on someone holding a bass as though it was the pinnacle of his achievements. Â
Yelena, still draped dramatically over the armchair, popped a handful of popcorn into her mouth. âWhat was that?â she asked, her eyes never leaving the TV. Â
âNothing,â you lied quickly, your cheeks heating. Â
Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. Â
It was almost mechanical at this pointâuntilâŚ
Holy shit.Â
Name : BuckyÂ
Location : Brooklyn, NYÂ Â
Occupation : Freelance
Your heart stopped. No way. No. Way.
You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering above the profile picture. It was unmistakably him. Â
You looked across the room at the man who was on your screen and thank fuck he didnât notice how stiff youâd become.
The first photo was classic Bucky: a candid selfie that looked like it had been taken under order, his lips pressed into a reluctant smile. The next was slightly blurry, probably the result of him not holding still long enough. Then there was a mirror selfie taken in his apartment. The final photo was a photo of Bucky and Sam, the former leaning on a wall while the latter held a peace sign.
Your chest tightened as you scrolled down to read his biography and prompts. Â
Hi, Iâm Bucky. Not really sure how this works, but my friend Sam said I should give it a try. I like long walks, 40s music, and trying to figure out 21st-century pop culture. Bonus points if you know a good cat cafĂŠ.
Prompt: Whatâs your go-to comfort food?Â
Meatloaf and plums.
Prompt: Whatâs your most-used emoji?Â
Probably the đ¤ because Iâm still trying to figure out how to use them.
Prompt: Whatâs your biggest red flag?
Sometimes I get stuck in the past. But Iâm working on it.
Your stomach flipped. It was so him. Honest, a little awkward, and undeniably charming.
You shouldâve stopped right there. You shouldâve swiped left, put your phone down, and continued pretending your feelings didnât exist. Â
But your thumb didnât move. Â
He was your teammate. Your friend. This was a line you absolutely couldnât cross.Â
âŚAnd yet. Â
You were curiousâ just curious enough to try and swipe right. It wouldnât mean anything. It wasnât like heâd even see it, right? Â
But you knew you shouldnât.
You shouldnât. You shouldnât. You shouldnâtâ
Before you could stop yourself, you swiped right.Â
A second later, your screen lit up. You matched!
Your stomach dropped. Â
Oh no. Â
And then, across the room, Buckyâs phone buzzed.
Your stomach plummeted as you watched him pick it up, his movements casual at firstâuntil they werenât. His eyes flicked to the screen, and he froze.
Slowly, almost painfully, his wide-eyes lifted and locked onto yours.
The two of you stared at each other in mortified silence.
âUh⌠you okay there, Buck?â Sam asked, tearing his attention away from the TV for a second. His brow furrowed. âYouâre red. Like, really red.â
âMâ fine!â Bucky croaked, the word coming out far too loud and far too fast. He jerked his head back down, staring at his phone. âJust⌠itâs hot in here.â
Sam gave a shrug, already turning back to the TV.Â
But you werenât watching Sam. Your focus was entirely on Bucky, whose ears were now a vivid shade of pink. Your heart beat out of your chest as you fumbled to unlock your phone, quickly typing into the chat.
You : hey.
His phone buzzed again.Â
You watched as his eyes darted to the screen. His grip on the phone visibly tightened. After a moment of hesitation, his fingers moved to type back.
Bucky : hey.
You swallowed hard, your hands trembling slightly as you typed again.
You : Soooo⌠this is awkward.
Bucky : I didnât think youâd swipe right.
You : I didnât think youâd have Tinder.
Bucky : Sam made me do it.
You : Sure. And I swiped for research purposes only.
Bucky : Sure.
You risked a glance across the room. Bucky was staring at his phone with disbelief, like he was a kid caught sneaking sweets in his room past his bedtime. His human knuckles were white, and you briefly wondered if he might crush the device with his vibranium hand.
You : We are in the same room. Donât look at me.
Bucky : Wasnât planning to. Youâre making this worse.
You : Oh, Iâm making this worse? Youâre glaring at your phone like it killed your cat.
Bucky : Am not.
You : Are too.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Yelenaâs voice cut through the haze, and you nearly jumped out of your seat. She turned to you, suspicious. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âUh, I think Iâm just dehydrated!â you blurted, the words tumbling out too quickly. You stood up so fast you almost knocked over the coffee table. âI need water.â
You glanced desperately at Bucky, who looked like heâd rather melt into the couch than meet your eyes. âBucky, you look thirsty too, right? Come with me to get water?â
For a split second, he didnât move. Then, he stood, his face pale except for the blotches of red spreading across his cheeks. âUh⌠sure,â he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Together, the two of you shuffled out of the living room, leaving Sam and Yelena staring after you with raised eyebrows.
The moment you stepped into the kitchen, away from prying eyes and ears, you spun around to face him, your heart pounding out of your chest.
âWhy did you swipe right?!â you whisper-shouted, jabbing a finger in his direction like heâd committed a crimeâ one that you were also guilty of.
Buckyâs eyes widened, still comically surprised. âWhy did you swipe right?!â he shot back.
âI asked you first!â you hissed, your voice climbing ever so slightly.
âYeah, well, Iâm asking now!â His arms flailed slightly, throwing them up in exasperation. It was utterly unfair how his messy hair and blue eyes made him look stupidly handsome, even when he was bickering like a five-year-old.
Your brain was spinning out of control, your thoughts racing so fast you were sure they were about to break the sound barrier. And before you could stop yourself, before you could think, the truth â the big, scary truth â came out of your mouth.
âBecause Iâm in love with you!â
The words came out in one breathless tumble, like they were trying to run away from your brain. You slapped a hand over your mouth as soon as they escaped, wide-eyed and mortified.
Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh, Bucky definitely heard that.
Bucky just stood there. Completely frozen.Â
His jaw dropped a little, and his metal arm let out a tiny mechanical whir, like even it was short-circuiting over what youâd just said.
âWhat?!â he finally blurted, his voice increasing in both pitch and volume.
âShush!â You lunged forward, clasping your hand over his mouth before he could alert the whole damn neighbourhood. The move was instinctive, but the moment your palm brushed against the stubble on his jaw, your brain screamed TOO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE.
âI need you to shut up or the Bake-Off Twins are gonna hear!â you hissed, jerking your head in the direction of Sam and Yelena, who were in the other room, probably arguing over whether pie crusts were better made with butter or shortening. Â
He gave a jerky nod. Slowly, you pulled your hand away, suddenly hyper-aware of how soft how lips felt on your palm.
âS-Since when?â he stammered, his expression a mix of shock andâwas that⌠hope? Â
âI donât know!â You panicked. âThree months, maybe? Since that Alaska mission. When we were stuck in that cabin together?â Â
âThree months?!â he demanded, âWhy didnât you tell me?!â Â
âBecause youâre out of my league!â you blurted, as if that were the most obvious explanation in the world. Â
The offended noise he made was almost comical, like youâd just insulted his grandmother. His brows knit together, and he looked at you like youâd just confessed to committing arson. âI thought you were out of my league!â Â
You blinked at him. He blinked at you. Â
Surely, he cannot believe that to be true, right?Â
âOh, come on, Bucky. Look at you!â You gestured wildly at him, as if the unfairness of his existence needed no further explanation. âItâs like Caravaggio painted you to be an angel!â
âIâ What?â He choked out. In truth, he would say the same about you, but he lacked the guts to.
But you?
You were all guts and no filter.
There was no stopping you. âYouâve got the jawline of a marble statue, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Itâs unfair! Itâs like you just walked out of some Renaissance masterpiece, except instead of holding a harp or a cross, youâre just standing there in a Henley, looking like a sin. Itâs distracting, andââ
You didnât get to finish.Â
Without warning, his hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks and thenâ he kissed you. Â
It wasnât a hesitant kiss. It wasnât careful or calculating. It was decisive, like heâd been waiting months for this moment and had finally decided, screw it.
You froze, your brain lagging a good five seconds behind reality. But when your mind finally caught up to your body, you melted into his touch, your fingers grabbing his Henley for dear life. Â
Was this really happening?Â
After all this time pining over him, he actually felt the same way?
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead gently against yours. âShut up,â he muttered, breaking the silence. He didnât need you to praise him for being a masterpiece, not when he believed you were the one who belonged in the Louvre. âJust⌠shut up.â Â
And then he kissed you again. Â
This time, it was slower, more careful, like he was memorising every second of it. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.
Meanwhile, back in the living room, Yelena raised an eyebrow at the faint rustles coming from the kitchen. Â
"I bet theyâre sucking each otherâs faces off," she said, popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth. Â
Imagine playing we listen and we don't judge with Bucky:
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
A/N: Hey! This is a short idea that I had. I hope you like it! đ
Divider made by @buck-star
Masterlist
You and Bucky are best friends.
Because the other Avengers were on a mission and you were bored, you asked if Bucky would like to play a game with you.
"Of course, doll." He said not knowing what kind of game you mean.
At first Bucky was a bit confused but after you showed him a video he understood it.
At the beginning you just said some funny things until Bucky said the next thing:
"Remember when we stood under a mistletoe a few days ago?" He asked and you nodded.
"I placed it there." He said with a smile.
"Wait what?"
"No judging!" He said and you chuckled.
"We listen and we don't judge." You both said.
"Remember when I told you that Steve didn't want to go shopping for presents with me? I never asked him... because I wanted to go with you." You confessed.
"You didn't have to lie, I would have gone with you anyway." Bucky told you and made you smile.
"We listen and we don't judge."
"I love you." Bucky suddenly said. You wanted to say something but Bucky quickly interupted you.
"We listen and we don't judge." You both said again. Then it was your turn again. You took a deep breath and then you said.
Havenât been active on here for quite a long time, but checking in now and then <3
Iâve realised, that - due to my school, my relationship and my job - I donât have any time nor motivation to write fanfics at the moment. This might have gotten to your attention already, but I only wanted to clarify đ
Iâve dropped from almost 1000 to something over 600 followers which worries me - not because I care about the amount of followers I have, but because how the marvel tickle community has dropped so⌠quickly? Itâs sadly not the same anymore as it was when I first joined tumblr, but thatâs okay - I guess đ
Iâm still involved with the tickling as my partner keeps this happily alive, yet I canât find motivation to update on here due to anonymous people hating on me a while ago. My requests will be closed forever (probably) but when I do accept requests some time in the future, youâll have to do this over chat as Iâm not willing to read hate voluntarily again.
I hope youâll understand these circumstances and I wish everyone who celebrates it, a lovely Christmas time and may all of you stay healthy and happy. If I donât post before new year - happy new year, next year will be yours <3
See you soon, maybe đ
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