Get ready to dive beneath the wavesâour Mermay event is just a week away!
For the entire month of May, we're hosting a Stucky Under the Sea Bingo Challenge, featuring mermaids, sirens, pirates, and so much more.
How it works:
-Fill out your bingo card throughout May
-The middle square is a free space, so it's up to you what to create
-Participate with any format you like: fic, art, edits, headcanons, memes, or moodboards
-Share your creations in our server, on Tumblr, or on our AO3 collection. Just make sure to tag us @stuckygeekevents
Whether you want soft ocean romance, mythic tragedy, or unhinged underwater anticsâwe've got a square for you. You can play casually or aim for a full blackoutâno pressure, just fun.
We can't wait to see the worlds you create this May, so let's take our favorite super soldiers and just add water!
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Steve Rogers' Appreciation Week | June 30 â July 7
Let's wish our favorite super soldier an extra special birthday this year!
Join Stucky Geek Events for a week celebrating Steve Rogers through stories, art, moodboards, playlists, edits, and any other fanworks you'd like to create.
Inspired by the nostalgic Americana of American Pie and Fourth of July, this year's prompts explore home, friendship, memory, hope, and everything that makes Steve Steve.
Prompts
Fireflies
Teach Me How to Dance Real Slow
My Star in the Sky
American Dream
Brooklyn Boys
What We Carry
Hometown
Summer of '39
Create one piece, several, or simply follow along throughout the week! Share on Tumblr or here â đĄhappy-birthday-steve-rogers
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Happy Birthday, Steve!
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Steve Rogers' Appreciation Week | June 30 â July 7
Let's wish our favorite super soldier an extra special birthday this year!
Join Stucky Geek Events for a week celebrating Steve Rogers through stories, art, moodboards, playlists, edits, and any other fanworks you'd like to create.
Inspired by the nostalgic Americana of American Pie and Fourth of July, this year's prompts explore home, friendship, memory, hope, and everything that makes Steve Steve.
Prompts
Fireflies
Teach Me How to Dance Real Slow
My Star in the Sky
American Dream
Brooklyn Boys
What We Carry
Hometown
Summer of '39
Create one piece, several, or simply follow along throughout the week! Share on Tumblr or here â đĄhappy-birthday-steve-rogers
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Happy Birthday, Steve!
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Stucky, Poolverine, very meta, very crack, very weird. This is a very ham-handed attempt to hit all the remaining prompts in one go. I succeeded. The drabble, however, may not have. This drabble meets the requirements for the following prompts:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Don't Speak by No Doubt)
@swoon-june prompt "swoon / free day"
@juneofdoom prompt "I thought you were dead"
@flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 362 "Shouldn't be done"
@stuckygeekevents June Pride 2026 Track 8 "Don't Stop"
@star-and-shield-monthly June prompts "Crap that explains the dreams"
Summary:
The end. Maybe. You guys tell me.
âHow are we alive?â gasps Bucky, pawing Steveâs chest. âI thought we were deadââ
âShh,â soothes Steve, hand over Buckyâs mouth.
âDonât tell me we faintedâŚâ
âDonât speak,â Steve warns him. âSheâs sixteen words over the limit.â
âWho? What?â
âThen again,â muses Steve, âthereâs a couple challenges in July, she could keep writing, she shoudnât be done with us yetâŚâ
Wade sits straight up in bed, awake with a vengeance. His stomach rumbles angrily.
âCrap,â says Wade. âGuess that explains the dreams.â
âShut up, Iâm sleeping,â grumbles Logan next to him.
âOkay, buttercup,â says Wade, and lays back down.
Steve Rogers' Appreciation Week | June 30 â July 7
Let's wish our favorite super soldier an extra special birthday this year!
Join Stucky Geek Events for a week celebrating Steve Rogers through stories, art, moodboards, playlists, edits, and any other fanworks you'd like to create.
Inspired by the nostalgic Americana of American Pie and Fourth of July, this year's prompts explore home, friendship, memory, hope, and everything that makes Steve Steve.
Prompts
Fireflies
Teach Me How to Dance Real Slow
My Star in the Sky
American Dream
Brooklyn Boys
What We Carry
Hometown
Summer of '39
Create one piece, several, or simply follow along throughout the week! Share on Tumblr or here â đĄhappy-birthday-steve-rogers
Please tag your creations with #SteveRogersAppreciationWeek and @stuckygeekevents so we can reblog your work.
Happy Birthday, Steve!
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Steve Rogers' Appreciation Week | June 30 â July 7
Let's wish our favorite super soldier an extra special birthday this year!
Join Stucky Geek Events for a week celebrating Steve Rogers through stories, art, moodboards, playlists, edits, and any other fanworks you'd like to create.
Inspired by the nostalgic Americana of American Pie and Fourth of July, this year's prompts explore home, friendship, memory, hope, and everything that makes Steve Steve.
Prompts
Fireflies
Teach Me How to Dance Real Slow
My Star in the Sky
American Dream
Brooklyn Boys
What We Carry
Hometown
Summer of '39
Create one piece, several, or simply follow along throughout the week! Share on Tumblr or here â đĄhappy-birthday-steve-rogers
Please tag your creations with #SteveRogersAppreciationWeek and @stuckygeekevents so we can reblog your work.
Happy Birthday, Steve!
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We're excited to announce that Stucky Pride will be returning this June!
Last year's event didn't quite get the chance to shine the way we'd hoped, so we're bringing back our Stucky Pride 2025 prompts and design for another round. We loved these tracks, and we'd love to see what new stories, art, moodboards, playlists, and creations they inspire this time around.
Open to all fanworks
Create as much or as little as you'd like
Mix and match prompts from different tracks
Whether you missed the event last year or you're revisiting prompts that caught your eye, we hope you'll join us in celebrating Pride Month.
Tag us at @stuckygeekevents and hashtag #StuckyPride2026, so we can repost your works!
Major Tags: Alternative Universe - Mermaids, Valkyrie, Visions
@steverogersbingo C4 Vision
@stuckybingo O4 Trapped
@stuckygeekevents Stucky Under the Sea prompt: The Water I Could Drown In
Summary:
Against the backs of his eyelids, appearing from a nothingness Steve would never be able to describe, it takes him by surprise. Eyes, a sharp gray stark as the cracks in the cockpit windows, skin a startling pink hue as if burnt from a non-existent sun.
A face. A man?
In the depths of the Arctic, a vision of a man comes to Steve Rogers'ârescue?
Major Tags: Alternative Universe - Mermaids, Valkyrie, Visions
@steverogersbingo C4 Vision
@stuckybingo O4 Trapped
@stuckygeekevents Stucky Under the Sea prompt: The Water I Could Drown In
Summary:
Against the backs of his eyelids, appearing from a nothingness Steve would never be able to describe, it takes him by surprise. Eyes, a sharp gray stark as the cracks in the cockpit windows, skin a startling pink hue as if burnt from a non-existent sun.
A face. A man?
In the depths of the Arctic, a vision of a man comes to Steve Rogers'ârescue?
Major Tags: Alternative Universe - Mermaids, Valkyrie, Visions
@steverogersbingo C4 Vision
@stuckybingo O4 Trapped
@stuckygeekevents Stucky Under the Sea prompt: The Water I Could Drown In
Summary:
Against the backs of his eyelids, appearing from a nothingness Steve would never be able to describe, it takes him by surprise. Eyes, a sharp gray stark as the cracks in the cockpit windows, skin a startling pink hue as if burnt from a non-existent sun.
A face. A man?
In the depths of the Arctic, a vision of a man comes to hisârescue?
My first Mermay piece of 2026 for @stuckygeekeventsâ Mermay event! I found a reference on Pinterest and it immediately made me think of Sarah and Steve, so I sketched my own version. I wish I hadnât stuck so close to the inspo, but honestly, my insomnia has been so bad, and itâs really been affecting my creativity.
Get ready to dive beneath the wavesâour Mermay event is just a week away!
For the entire month of May, we're hosting a Stucky Under the Sea Bingo Challenge, featuring mermaids, sirens, pirates, and so much more.
How it works:
-Fill out your bingo card throughout May
-The middle square is a free space, so it's up to you what to create
-Participate with any format you like: fic, art, edits, headcanons, memes, or moodboards
-Share your creations in our server, on Tumblr, or on our AO3 collection. Just make sure to tag us @stuckygeekevents
Whether you want soft ocean romance, mythic tragedy, or unhinged underwater anticsâwe've got a square for you. You can play casually or aim for a full blackoutâno pressure, just fun.
We can't wait to see the worlds you create this May, so let's take our favorite super soldiers and just add water!
Check out the Stucky Geek Events community on Discord - hang out with 100 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Tags: oviposition, a/b/o, mpreg, sex pollen, mating run, fantasy AU, non-human, strange anatomy, first time, 1949, age gap, siren AU, breeding kink, nesting, courting rituals, alpha Steve, omega Bucky.
Summary: Bucky participates in the villageâs yearly mating run.
The needed conditions could only be met at the springâs equinox: that fragile sliver of time where the lengthening days matched the shortening nights, when the soil shivered loose and the earth began to sprout new life once again.When the alphas were clutching, and the omegasâ wombs ripened to receive them.
A.N.: This is the first part of 2 or 3 that I will be posting this week for @intotheomegaverseâs and @stuckygeekeventsâ Eggpreg Week 2026 event. Happy Springđˇ, happy EasterđŁ to those who celebrate (He is risen! đđž) and go check out the event if you havenât already!)
Part I.
The groveswood meadow bustled with activity: vendors and villagers alike, the smell of sweet nuts and ale, music of lyre and flute, the chatter of people playing games and the laughter of children rushing between adultsâ legs as they roamed in wild packs. There were foods, flowers, families, and ribbons just about everywhere one looked, and it was a busy, beautiful sight to behold.
The festival of the Spring Equinox was well underway. It had been for nearly one full day, but that second day at several hours past the noon hour would mark the festival's peak: the mating run. It had to be then, that fragile sliver of time where the lengthening days matched the shortening nights, when the soil, having shivered loose with new-sprouted life, would welcome the sirenfolk of Marvèlle to run, and chase, and pair ⌠and breed.Â
Bucky was equal parts excited and nervous to be participating for the very first time. He was finally old enough, the elders having declared him eligible and fit after examining his last heat at home. That had been embarrassing, but worth the trouble, since he was so eager to see what all the fuss was about. Running was something that teenagers and adolescents tittered and gossiped about, that adults smiled secretly for, and children play-pretended at without knowing a thing. But no matter anyoneâs age or knowledge, running was known to be thrilling, exciting, and primal. It was something only the grown ups got to do, and now Bucky finally knew that he counted as one, because he would be running the groveswood that year, naked and wild and free! (⌠well, until someone caught him. Then heâd be pinned down and claimed and bred. But that was the whole point, of course.)
âSo ⌠do you think itâs better to accept ribbons from many different alphas, or just one or two?â Bucky asked his friend Clint, who was participating in his second run that season, but who had also spent much more time around the event even prior to that, due to his many older siblings having taken part over the years.Â
Clint shrugged and shoved another handful of candied nuts into his mouth and crunched down on them, seeming unconcerned with giving a fast reply. âEh,â he said through his mouthful. âMaybe?â
Bucky whined unhappily, impatient for more reassurance than that. âCome on, man, be straight with me. I mean,â he huffed and held up his cluttered wrist and forearm, shaking it with some urgency, âwas this a mistake? Does it make me seem not serious? Should I have been more, ya know, selective? Or something?â
Clint snorted. âGods, quit your bellyaching, dude. Most peopleâd be kicking their heels if they had that many alphas offering.â
âCliiint. You know what I mean! What if they all think Iâm not that serious about them? Do they think that? when you just go around accepting from every alpha who offers? Do they, like, not try as hard to catch you, then? out in the grove?â His questions came anxious and rapid fire, but Clint remained calm as he rolled his eyes and walked along, pondering his answer.
âMm, I dunno. I guess ⌠I guess it doesnât really matter that much?â he finally decided, sounding anything but sure.
âYou guess?â
He shrugged. âI mean, I think so? Heck, think about it Buck: theyâre probably just glad not to get turned down publically when they come up and offer. Embarrassing, you know?â He held out his paper cone of remaining sweet nuts to Bucky in offering, but Bucky waved him off, far too worked up to think about eating anything. Clint shrugged and shimmied out another handful for himself. âDonât worry so much. Most of âem arenât even out here seriously. They just want a bit of a chase. Itâs good fun.âÂ
Bucky pouted. Heâd come there with the intent of seriously running, maybe even with the secret wish that he might be lucky enough to meet his mate that day. Sure, the odds werenât high, especially for a sirenâs very first season running, but one could always hope. It was only 1949, after all. Romance wasnât completely dead yet. ⌠was it? âWell I donât think that should be allowed,â he grumped. âItâs not nice to get peopleâs hopes up for nothing like that. And besides, the Council didnât start this whole thing to just be some big game. Itâs our survival weâre talking about here!â Clint rolled his eyes, and Bucky raised his chin up obstinately. âI mean it. It isnât right. People should only be allowed to run if they seriously intend toââ He stopped talking as he spotted yet another unknown alpha approaching with an air of purpose. He grimaced. âOh, geez âŚâ
The man walked right up to them and introduced himself with a courtly bow. As he straightened, Bucky saw that the flare of his lapel bore the crest of the Squid. Great. Another Hydrässe fop. Bucky tried to force something approximating a smile onto his face as he waited awkwardly for the man to say his piece. He wasnât the sort of fellow that Bucky would typically pine for, but he wasnât completely unfortunate looking, either. He had dark hair and was lean and wiry rather than large and strong, he looked quite young too, like he might still be in his first years of running. But he wasnât fat or ogreish, at least. âJames of Brooklyne?â the man asked, eying the emblem of piccolo and lyre that graced Buckyâs own collar.
âAre you running this year?â the man asked, the sparkle in his eye making Bucky wince internally, because obviously Buckyâs forearm betrayed that he was, and because he could already infer what the guy must be holding where he had his hand hidden behind his back. And Bucky really didnât need to be accepting another ribbon from yet another alpha.Â
âAh ⌠yes. Yes I am.â He smile-winced as the alpha proudly brought his hand around front and presented him with a length of russet colored ribbon. âOh, gee âŚâ
âMay I?â
He was helpless to do anything other than hold out his arm in defeat, allowing the alpha to tie his favor onto his wrist. It sat alongside nearly fifteen others, all of various widths and lengths and colors. âThanks,â Bucky said, waving awkwardly as the alpha began to bow away with a self satisfied smirk.
âI hope to see you in the grove,â he bid, and turned and left in the direction of the Maypole.Â
âWow,â Clint said once the man was out of earshot. âThe squids love you this year.âÂ
Bucky pressed his lips together in displeasure. âYeah,â he muttered. He mustâve had a sad look on his face as he held up his wrist to inspect all the different ribbons, because Clint scoffed and rolled his eyes. âYou are allowed to say ânoâ, you know.â
âI know,â Bucky mourned. âBut it just seems so mean. I donât wanna have to watch them walk away all dejected and wilted with their ribbons still in hand.â Like Clint himself had pointed out: it was embarrassing. Many alphasâ friend groups made a sport of standing nearby to watch the handing out of favors, waiting to crow at each victory and harangue their friend at each rejection. âIâll just lose âem all at the beginning of the run,â Bucky decided, looking down at his wrist again as he tried to remember which ribbons had come from the more attractive alpha suitors. In general all the best had been Shelden and Avèngese, so he could at least narrow things down by discarding the red and green ribbons at the beginning of the chase, keep only the favors that sported shades of purple or blue. He sighed forlornly and let his arm drop. âNobodyâs going to bother with me, are they?â
Clint tutted and told him he was taking the whole thing entirely too seriously (âItâs supposed to be fun, Buckâ) then tugged him in the direction of where the carnival games were set up. âCome on, firsttimer. Iâll buy you some tokens. This is just nervous energy. A little friendly competition ought to get it outta ya.â
Bucky threw his head back with a sigh as he was steered in the direction of the tent stalls that housed the throwing and tossing games. Clint was always best at those. âWhat competition?â he complained. âYou just want to show off.â
âIâve got my eye on a stuffed bear and I ainât leaving here without it,â Clint didnât bother to deny.
As they were leaving the third tentâClint with a large stuffed bear and Bucky with dented prideâyet another alpha stood out from the crowd as he began to walk their way with that same, poignantly purposeful look in his eye.Â
⌠Except this one actually had Buckyâs breath catching in his lungs in a way that felt more like the excitement Clint kept saying he was supposed to be experiencing, and less like the put-upon apprehension that heâd felt with every other suitor.
The man was coming from the direction of the Councilâs shade pavilion. He was of Sheldebourg, his purple lapel bearing the oaken crest and shield. And even from a distance, it was apparent that he was uncommonly handsome, with features that appealed as both striking and beautiful, and a frame just as impressive. He was tall, and muscular, with shoulders that filled out his jacket to a degree that most men could only ever hope for. His body spoke of an active lifestyle, of years of hard and good labor, even as he walked with grace and ease in their direction.Â
âHoly shit.â Bucky stopped in his tracks and grabbed Clint at the crook of his arm. âDonât look,â he hissed, âBut whoâs that?â
âWhoâs who?â Clint at least had the good sense not to swivel his head around all obviously.Â
âThat alpha. There. Headed our way. From over by the Council pavilion.â Bucky peeked in that direction again, heart jumping in his chest as he caught the manâs gaze still straight on them as he came closer. âOh gods, heâs coming to us. Act cool.â
There wasnât time to say any more before the man was within earshot. âHello.â He greeted them with a pleasant smile, self assured but hardly arrogant. He stood there in an unmistakably purposeful way, but with far less pomp, pride, or even eager nerves that some of the other alpha suiters had held throughout the day. He seemed completely relaxed. Which oddly made Bucky feel all the more flustered to turn and acknowledge him.
âOh,â he said, pulse in his throat as he turned to face the man (and pretend that he hadnât already known for the past lifetime fifteen seconds that he was coming their way). âUm. Hi.â His eyes did a onceover drag of the man. Gods be good, was he ever handsome. His lapel bore the oakenshield, but also the sigil that marked him as a veteran of the War. Bucky felt his attraction grow and his accessible vocabulary shrink. âUm, g-good morning to you. Or, afternoon I guess. Almost.â The man smiled kindly as if he could tell that Bucky was flusteredâand oh, dear Gods of earth and isle, Bucky hoped not. Pull it together, Barnes. âThe fair is quite the event this year, is it not?â he said, trying to show that he wasnât just a virgin dunce who couldnât thread two sentences together when confronted with an attractive alpha.
âIt is indeed,â the man agreed pleasantly. âEvery season it seems to have something delightful and new to discover.â Here, he let his eyes drag meaningfully up and down Buckyâs body, returning to his face just in time to see it turning pink. He waited for a response, and Bucky became aware that he had to say something back.
âOh!â he said dumbly. âUm, yes, indeed. They have ⌠so many foods. H-have you tried the rum buns yet? Ser âŚ?â He trailed off with a wince. The rum buns? What a stupid thing to bring up!
âRogers,â the man supplied, looking as though he found Buckyâs bumbling amusing, rather than foolish. âSer Steven Rogers. Of Sheldebourg.â His bow was perfunctory and short, but polite. He seemed most interested in looking Bucky in the eye and speaking to him straight on, not in silly courtship flourishes. At his side, his hand held a length of violet ribbon in plain sight, not concealed behind his back. It showed him to be honest and straightforward rather than coy and pretentious, and Bucky liked that. Ser Steven smirked as he caught Bucky staring at the ribbon. âBut now that youâve mentioned it, I do favor pastries. And rum. I suppose Iâll have to get my hands on one, give it a try.â He shot him a fast wink. âItâll be good fuel for the run.â
âItâs almost noon hour,â Bucky said lamely, getting lost in the manâsâStevenâsâgaze. âThey, um, stop serving them at noon. I think.â
Ser Stevenâs eyes twinkled. âWell Iâll have to make haste, then.âÂ
From up close, he was even more attractive. He had eyes the color of spring sky, strikingly blue in their intensity. His hair was a burnished golden color, darker at the roots and grown long and shaggy past his ears. While he obviously was no first-time runner, the lack of grey in his beard or wrinkle to his skin hinted that he was far from the age of an Elder, either. The fellow had a few decades under his belt. Old enough to have been one of the fighting men drafted in the War. Old enough to be a man, not a boy. Realizing that he was just standing there and not introducing himself in turn, Bucky blushed and began to say, âIâm sorry, how rude of me. My name isââ
âBucky Barnes,â Ser Steven said. âI know.âÂ
â⌠of Brooklyne,â Bucky finished weakly, surprised to hear his common name from the manâs lips. Every other suitor that day so far had called him by his given name of James (if theyâd even called him anything at all). âHow ⌠how did you know thatâs what Iâm called?â he asked.Â
Ser Steven grinnedâan easy, carefree flash of perfect teeth through his short beard. Dear Gods, he was unfairly handsome. âWell. I suppose lâll confess: I did a bit of research, before today.â His smile turned sheepish and he brought up the ribbon that heâd never bothered to hide that he was holding in the first place. âTo figure out which omega I might offer my favor to, for the run.â
Buckyâs eyebrows rose towards his hairline. âYou did, um, you did research?â (So had he, but heâd been under the distinct impression that it was considered embarrassing to admit to such a thing. Like Clint himself had pointed out: most people didnât take the run so seriously.) But when the alpha in front of him nodded, Bucky only found himself more enamored. Heâd never been researched before. His gaze fell to the ribbon in Stevenâs hand and he could only think to blurt out next, âErm, you said, favor? As in âŚâ He looked again, but indeed, there was only one violet ribbon in the manâs hand. There were no others visible on his person; not stuffed in his pockets nor looped about his belt like the other village alphas had done to show off their popularity. And heâd said the words as singular: omega. ribbon. Bucky gulped. âYou um, you only just brought the one?â
Steven smiled bashfully and looked down, his golden lashes fanned out against cheeks that, if Bucky wasnât mistaken, held a touch of a blush. âYes, well ⌠I do like to make my mind up about things.â He looked back up at Bucky with those blue, blue eyes. âNo sense in spreading false hope or shallow promises to half the island, if you know what I mean.â
âYes,â Bucky breathed. âI agree.â And with that, before he could do anything or say another word, the handsomest alpha that Bucky had ever seen went to one knee in front of him. He reached out, asking for his hand, and it took Bucky a long second before he shook himself into action and stepped closer to offer it. âOh,â he said, when Ser Stevenâs fingers closed around his. They were large and rough, and warm âŚ
âIf youâd accept, that is,â he hedged, waiting for Bucky to look him in the eye again before checking, âDo you?â
Bucky swallowed, at a loss and yet already licking his lips from the urge to nod. He had asked around, this week prior, as to who in the village and the other districts might be running, wanting to discover if any exceptionally suitable suitors stood out for him to look for. But he hadnât heard anyone make mention of a Steven of Sheldebourg running that year. Indeed, Bucky was sure heâd never heard of the man. âWhy havenât I seen you before?â he asked, too curious to realize how rude of an answer that was to give to the man kneeling before him.Â
Ser Steven didnât seem offended. His mouth quirked as if he thought it a good question, if also oddly timed. âWell Iâm not the most social of alphas,â he admitted. âI have my group of friends. But Iâm not one to be known for running at the equinox, if thatâs what youâre thinking of.â He looked down at their joined hands, at Buckyâs wrist and forearm full of ribbons, and Bucky felt a wave of shame come over him at how heâd pranced around that entire morning, accepting every interested alphaâs token of intent.
âErm âŚâ he started to say, prepared to excuse his appearance, to defend himself. âItâs my first year and I didnât knowââ
âI was asked by the Elders to consider running, this season,â Ser Steven interrupted him, looking up at him honestly as he admitted, âThey donât care for how much of a game some people have turned it into. They spoke with some of the alphas my own age and standing, asked if we would look into any eligible omegas that we might pursue, if we did run. So,â he shrugged, perhaps a bit self consciously, âI did.â
Bucky felt like a million golden butterflies were dancing inside his ribcage. âAnd ⌠me?â He said, astounded to think that of anyone this prime example of an alpha could have, heâd want to pursue him.Â
But Ser Steven nodded and confirmed, âYes. You.â He looked down at where Buckyâs hand still rested in his, the purple ribbon he held ready to tie to it. âIf you want to accept, that is. Youâre under no obligation to. I wonât be offended or upset if you tell me no,â he said.Â
Bucky was flabbergasted. No other alpha had been so accommodating, so kind and polite and unassuming in how theyâd approached and offered their favors. Indeed, heâd felt quite put upon each and every time, as though heâd be the jerk for declining, if he did say no. But not now. âSer Steven,â he said.
âJust Steve, please,â the man insisted.
âSteve. Iâd ⌠Iâd love to accept your favor,â Bucky said, voice barely more than a whisper.Â
He was rewarded by the brightest smile heâd ever seen from a man, and Steve wasted no time in tying the scrap of ribbon onto him: right at the very bottom of all the other ribbons thatâd been stacked up his arm that day. He took a moment to tie it into a little bow and center it just perfectly over the bones of Buckyâs wrist. Then, he stood and took a step back. He looked very pleased indeed, and Bucky felt a thrill of satisfaction at being the one responsible for it. âThank you for accepting, James of Brooklyne,â Steve said, proving that he did, in fact, know Buckyâs given name as well. He took another step back, and another, giving a respectful nod before locking bright eyes on Buckyâs one last time. âI hope to see you in the grove.â
Bucky felt like he had little breath left in his chest to produce sound as he opened his mouth to reply, and watched the alpha turn around and go. â⌠you too,â he said, certainly not loud enough to be heard, a grin slowly overtaking his face as he watched Steve make his way across the grassânotably in the direction of the rum bun vendor. Bucky couldnât help it: he laughed.Â
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Event: The Spring Hunt - Into the Omegaverse Egg Preg Week 2026 @eggpregweek2026 @stuckygeekevents @intotheomegaverse
Card: L.T. Swann
Prompt Fills: âCourting rituals,â âHidden in the hollow,â âa helping hand.â
Get ready to dive beneath the wavesâour Mermay event is just a week away!
For the entire month of May, we're hosting a Stucky Under the Sea Bingo Challenge, featuring mermaids, sirens, pirates, and so much more.
How it works:
-Fill out your bingo card throughout May
-The middle square is a free space, so it's up to you what to create
-Participate with any format you like: fic, art, edits, headcanons, memes, or moodboards
-Share your creations in our server, on Tumblr, or on our AO3 collection. Just make sure to tag us @stuckygeekevents
Whether you want soft ocean romance, mythic tragedy, or unhinged underwater anticsâwe've got a square for you. You can play casually or aim for a full blackoutâno pressure, just fun.
We can't wait to see the worlds you create this May, so let's take our favorite super soldiers and just add water!
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