Fandom: Marvel - MCU - Stucky - AU
Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Tags and Warnings: Fluff, a couple of swear words
Banner/Picture: Commission by @buckymilf aka Gabz
Word Count: approx. 1k
Notes: This is part of the October Vignettes Collection for @flufftober 2022. I decided to post this one-shot here now in the hopes to reignite my love for writing FF.
Prompt: "You've told your parents?"
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Leather bound, the book slips off the top of the overfilled box and lands quite unceremoniously on the restored hardwood floor of the newly purchased home, a few pictures strewn across and a few pages creased from the fall.
“Fuck!” It’s not often that Steve uses that word. But these are Bucky’s things -at least, the few things that had been saved over the decades-, and Steve knows that Bucky treasures these things more than all the gold and silver in the world combined. So yeah. Fuck!
Steve sets the box on a nearby table, hurries to collect book and pictures, ready to tuck the memories back into the leather sleeve when he notices that the words inside aren’t printed in a monotype font but actually handwritten.
Beautiful smooth lines and generously swung loops, Steve would recognize this longhand anywhere. Bucky always did have an A in penmanship. And here is an entire book filled with it. Although… Not a book. A journal, Steve realizes as he carefully inspects the pages.
Steve knows he should stop perusing, stop turning the pages, but he can’t help himself. He takes a seat on the third step of the staircase that leads upstairs, carefully, like really carefully turns the yellowed pages at the upper corners. There are short entries, dried pressed flowers stuck to pages, newspaper clippings of baseball games, more pictures, and little doodles in the margins of some pages.
Steve smiles softly. Bucky wasn’t and isn’t bad at drawing per se, but he never goes past the doodle stage. There are doodles of all sorts of things. Flowers, trees, dogs, cats, some faces, a 1934 Ford Deluxe Roadster, one of the more detailed doodles.
Steve still smiles. He remembers that Bucky had always wanted one of those. In fact, Steve still remembers his best friend’s rounded and glossed-over eyes when a rich (very rich) family friend had asked if they wanted to go for a quick spin in that very same car. The excitement had lingered for a whole week. Seriously, Bucky wouldn’t talk about anything else, almost to the point of total irritation. Almost…
Steve chuckles, shakes his head, turns to the next page. His breath catches for a moment. Another doodle -more like a detailed sketch- catches his attention and so does the date that goes with the entry. Steve looks up and around, then his attention is back on the yellowed page. He knows he should stop right now, should close the journal while he’s ahead. But he really, truly cannot help himself, his eyes taking in the memory dated July 4, 1942 again and again and again…
That’s him -Steve- on the page. There’s no mistaking that the sketch is of him. Even with still slender features, there is no mistaking who it is. And written right next to his face, in beautiful smooth lines and generously swung loops, several facts and a confession.
Took Steve to Brooklyn Inn Bar for his birthday.
Best evening of my life.
Laughed, played pool, then danced and kissed in the back alley. The most wonderful kiss ever.
Ma was right. I should’ve kissed him sooner. Almighty knows, I love him. Ma and Pa know, I love him. I wish I could yell it from the Empire State. “I love Steven Grant Rogers.”
And maybe I will. When I come back. If I come back. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll climb the steps, if I have to, hang off the very top and let the world know.
“I love Steven Grant Rogers.”
A low rustle, Steve startles at the towering presence standing in front of him, doesn’t realize his vision is blurry until he looks up where he sees Bucky’s face through watery eyes. A quiet second, Steve apologizes with a whispered “Sorry. I know, I shouldn’t have read this.” He gently closes the journal, hands it to Bucky who in turn takes a seat next to Steve.
Another quiet second, Bucky opens the journal exactly where Steve had left off, reads over his own words -again and again and again-, then chuckles when he feels Steve staring holes into his side.
“You… You’ve told your parents you love me?” Steve asks with a near-innocent kind of disbelief, his voice almost as small as he’d been way back when, way before the war.
Another chuckle, Bucky faces Steve, sweeps a soft hand down his cheek to his neck and down his arm where he wraps the same hand around Steve’s and plays with the ring on Steve’s finger.
“Ma always kind of knew. Even before I could understand what I was feeling.” Bucky explains softly. Of course, she did. Mothers always seem to know. “And Pa… I don’t think he fully understood. But… he wanted me to be happy. And he understood that you make me happy. And if they were around today, they’d welcome you with open arms. Heck, even back then, Ma would’ve somehow arranged a ceremony for us. She practically started planning when I told her that I’d finally kissed ya.” Bucky laughs softly and so does Steve.
A quiet second again, Steve wipes away a tear running down his cheek, tries to hide the shy smile after. “You know,” he whispers, “you were my first kiss,” he confesses.
Bucky lifts Steve’s face by the chin, smiles, kisses him with the same tenderness as way back when, then leans his forehead against Steve’s. “I know.” Another tender kiss, Bucky encourages to unpack the rest of the moving van, so they do.
When Steve unpacks the last of his art supplies, he sees a stack of letters on his desk, a sticky note attached that he may read them if he wishes. So he sits down, carefully unfolds the first letter, tears in his eyes again when he reads over the dainty words written by Winifred Barnes.
My dearest Jamie,
Thank you for the photograph. Steve looks very different, very tall, taller than you. I’m happy to see him healthy, and to read that you’re still very much in love…
Welcome to my Kinktober and Flufftober 2022 Masterlist! This is my first official go at this event and I’m really excited to participate! I will post a mix of smutty and fluffy fics.
All of these are with Bucky Barnes + AUs.
These stories are intended for people over the age of 18. If you are a minor, DO NOT interact with any of these stories!
Please read the individual warnings for each fic!
Day 1 || Teasing — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 2 || Dirty Talk — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 3 || Autumn Leaves — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 4 || Handjob — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky
Day 5 || Blowjob — CEO!Bucky
Day 6 || Farmers Market — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 7 || Fingering — Jock!Bucky
Day 8 || Eating Out — CEO!Bucky
Day 9 || Preparations— TFATWS!Bucky
Day 10 || Cockwarming — Professor!Bucky
Day 11 || Mutual Masturbation — Mob!Bucky
Day 12 || Warm Cuddles — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 13 || Food Play — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 14 || Role Play — CEO!Bucky
Day 15 || Winery — Mob!Bucky
Day 16 || Break
Day 17 || Phone Sex — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 18 || Mirror Sex — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 19 || Scary Movie — Roommate!Bucky
Day 20 || Thigh Riding — Mob!Bucky
Day 21 || Thigh Fucking — Beefy!Priest!Bucky
Day 22 || Halloween Prank — Roommate!Bucky
Day 23 || Overstimulation — Stalker!Bucky
Day 24 || Breeding Kink — Stepdad!Bucky
Day 25 || Haunted House — TFATWS!Bucky
Day 26 || Face Sitting — Beefy!Librarian!Bucky
Day 27 || Edging — Mob!Bucky
Day 28 || Haunted Hotel— TFATWS!Bucky
Day 29 || Knife Play — Stalker!Bucky
Day 30 || Double Penetration — Beefy!Priest!Bucky
Day 31 || Trick or Treat — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky
Flufftober Moodboards
— Autumn Leaves
— Farmers Market
— Preparations
— Warm Cuddles
— Winery
— Scary Movie
— Halloween Prank
— Haunted House
— Haunted Hotel
— Trick or Treat
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It was a game between them, even if they had never talked about it.
Ever since he'd met her during an investigation that she'd helped him solve, impressing him with her intelligence and thinking skills, Sherlock Holmes and Y/N Y/L/N were seeing each other regularly.
There had been some rumours about their relation, since it was not proper for a young lady to find herself so often alone in a man's house, to walk down the street with him and accompany him on dangerous adventures, but none of them were paying attention, too busy having fun together.
For his part, Sherlock liked to test the intellectual capacities of his young friend. Y/N did her best to surprise him. To say or do something that he did not know or that he could not guess thanks to his science of deduction.
Until now, if they had counted the points, which they were not doing, Sherlock won largely, because despite all her goodwill, Y/N did not always find the solution to the questions, riddles and investigations he gave to her, and she absolutely never managed to take him by surprise.
"You'll never guess who I saw this morning."
"My sister." he answered without looking up from his newspaper.
"... Possible. But you'll never guess what happened."
"You had a chat, she offered you to work with her on a case, you followed your prime suspect to find out it couldn't be him as he was going to his mistress, only to find out the culprit was obviously the butler."
"... You are not funny." she mumbled, sulking as she sat across from him. "Anyway. Anything new ?"
"Can't you guess ?"
"I repeat, you are not funny."
Trying to hide his smirk, Sherlock told her about his new investigation, eager to get her opinion. Of course, he already had an idea of who had committed the crime, why and how, he wanted to see her think. Unlike most people, she knew how to use her brain, although she still needed a little practice. It was pleasant to see her face light up and her eyes sparkle when she found the solution.
It had nothing to do with romantic feelings though.
Not at all.
Sherlock often repeated it to himself when he took her arm not to lose her in the crowd, when he was composing a fiddle tune for her, or when he was worried that she was not arriving on time at a meeting.
A simple meeting between friends and work colleagues, of course.
Sometimes he suspected that Y/N loved him more than just a friend. But it embarrassed her and he didn't want to embarrass her.
After all, even though he came from a rather noble family and with money, he was not the eldest son, and he had a very particular way of life. Not really the ideal husband. She had seen him in many situations that would have scared off intelligent men and women.
If Y/N hadn't left yet, it was because he offered her a freedom that she didn't have as a woman in this society.
Sherlock understood this matter quite well thanks to his sister and his mother, and although he unfortunately did not have the solution to this problem yet, he was happy to help Y/N flourish as she deserved.
"I'm sure you already know who stole that diamond." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "I don't even see why you need an assistant."
"I never said I needed an assistant."
"You said I was very useful for your investigations !"
"Not exactly. I said you help me stay focused and eliminate leads faster. You're also good at following people, acting as a witness when Lestrade isn't listening, and responding to reporters who ask too many questions."
"... So I'm here... To be a secretary ?"
"... Again, that's not what I said."
"What you just said is more or less the definition of a secretary, or an idiot who spends her time with a man who uses her."
Despite all his intelligence, Sherlock Holmes was not very good at talking with his peers, even those he cared about.
Especially those he cared about.
He knew all the same that he had just hurt Y/N, her grimace and wet eyes not leaving too much room for doubt, and he stood up quickly to prevent her from leaving, grabbing her hand.
"That's really not what I meant." he repeated apologetically.
"You don't have to talk, I get it. I'm really stupid. I thought we had fun together, that we were equals, that we... I was stupid."
"What ? That we what ?"
"Oh please, Sherlock, you know that very well !"
"No I do not know."
"That I love you !" she exclaimed, looking at him in the eyes, beautiful and furious. "We have been working together for months, having dinner together, spending several hours in your apartment, by the fireplace, and I know very well that the great Sherlock Holmes has long guessed that it was not simply because I love adventure !"
This, he could not deny.
However, Sherlock remained silent, because not for a single second had he imagined that she loved him so much, and especially he would never have thought that she would confess her feelings to him.
It was a real surprise.
And Y/N read the shock on his face perfectly.
"... You did not know ?"
"I... Of course I did. Well, I was hoping. I mean, I was suspecting. I didn't have all the...."
"You were hoping ?" she repeated, slowly approaching him, her eyes becoming sparkling again. "Sherlock ?"
He could have said nothing, lied, run away, but that would have hurt her again, even more, and he didn't want that, so Sherlock didn't move, staring at her for a long time, before biting his lip.
"I think wedding is a totally useless and absurd thing. But if it was necessary, I'm not against it."
"... Should I see this as a marriage proposal ?"
"What do you think ?"
"I think you are panicking about the situation, that you are unable to tell me that you love me too, at least not right now and not in these terms, but you want to make me understand that my feelings are shared, that I don't have to be ashamed of my confession, and that if one day my father comes screaming to your house, you will take a ring out of your pocket and get on your knees."
"Wrong ."
"... Wrong ?"
"Or rather, almost wrong. The majority of your deduction is correct, proving your great quick-wittedness, and that's why I love you."
It didn't make her laugh, but Y/N smiled all the same, gently hitting on the shoulder.
They didn't talk about it again after, for many months, because it was unnecessary.
“...what would you like to say to all your supporters listening to you right now?”
Jinwoo stared impassively at the crowd of reporters, hunters, and civilians eagerly waiting for him to speak. While he didn’t hold any contempt for them, he certainly had a lot more important things to do than engage in these interviews.
.
.
.
But since he’s already here…he might as well take the opportunity right in front of him.
“I’m not really the kind of guy who likes to give speeches, but I do have a few things to say,” he exhaled slowly before leveling his gaze with the eager crowd.
“First and most importantly, I love my wife. She’s been with me when I had nothing and no one to lean on. Secondly, I love the mother of my child. My mate who does her best to care for our family no matter how hard it is. Lastly, my family is my life and they are everything to me”
Not a single person made any noise or movement as they listened, enraptured with the S-Rank Hunter’s utterly romantic and passionate words. Fan girls watching the livestream had conflicting feelings of warmth at his devotion with a tinge of envy that he was already happily mated.
A certain blonde vice-guildmaster bit her lip as the other S-Rank’s words completely torched the small seed of hope that had blossomed from within.
“If anyone or anything touches my family…”
Jinwoo’s aura flared and crackled to life as his eyes narrowed, his mouth was set in a fierce snarl. The shadows behind him struggled to break free, all too willing to wreak havoc in response to their master’s fury,
The sudden shift in mood and the heavy, foreboding feeling of dread made most people feel faint. But as soon as it appeared, Jinwoo easily reined it back in as he shot them a small, unbothered smile.
Back at home, you shook your head and grinned at your husband’s antics as you fed Yeonjin while the TV was turned on. An overprotective, hopeless romantic family man, but most importantly…the man you love.
love what's important (before it's too late) - The Flash, Dante & Cisco, S1 AU
a bond (never broken) - The Flash, Westhawne, Pre-Canon
Tagging for my Cobra Kai OC Leah Reynolds, my Flash OC Steph Taylor and my OUAT OC Niamh Cassidy O'Connell : @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @vexic929 @negative-speedforce and @rose-of-oz
Warnings: turtle smootches (my favorite), established relationship, nervous and flustered Leo, idiots in love, spelling mistakes,
Summary: Leo's too shy to initiate your first kiss; you're not.
Leo was a gentleman.
Sometimes a little too much so.
He was ever so sweet and thoughtful. Always pulling out your chair, offering you a hand when climbing down the manhole ladder.
It's what drew you to him. He had a heart of gold hidden behind his strong chest and he'd given you the honor of calling it yours.
Two and a half months into your relationship and you hadn't stopped smiling. You were sure he hasn't either.
That wasn't to say it was without fault. It took a bit of work in the beginning, he sat you down and sheepishly explained how nervous he was and that he wanted to take things slow. You agreed and allowed him the time to open up about his boundaries.
After that, things only got better and better. He texted you whenever he could, sometimes thoughtful messages, others funny pictures and memes and sometimes simply 'I miss you'
You couldn't complain. You shouldn't complain. And yet....he's yet to kiss you. You can tell he wants to.
Getting ready to leave your apartment after dinner and a movie, perched on the windowsill, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.
Then he bids you goodnight and ducks out of the window.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. It was clear he wanted to kiss you: so why hadn’t he?
Deciding it was time for a change, you invite him over for another dinner and movie. He accepts without question.
You feel nervous throughout the whole evening, it wasn’t a big deal, was it?
“Are you alright, love?” Leo asks, gently putting his hand over yours. His palm alone engulfs your whole hand, he’s warm and comforting and pulls you out of your thoughts.
You shake your head, forcing a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, just got some stuff on my mind,” You take a sip of your drink, hoping your face wasn’t as red as you felt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He squeezes your hand, smiling warmly: why was he so handsome?
“We probably should,” You scoff, exhaling sharply. He raises an eyebrow, rolling his shoulders back. “It’s nothing bad,” You’re quick to amend, not wanting him to assume the worst.
“What is it? You can tell me,”
“I know I can, I just, well, I’m not sure how to go about it,” You start to ramble, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks. “There’s something I want us to do and I know some part of you does, but if I’m going too fast or you feel uncomfortable you can just tell me and I’ll back off, but-”
“Love,” He quietly laughs, “Deep breaths, okay? You don’t need to be nervous,”
You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and meeting his bright eyes.
“I....I want to....to kiss you,” You were sure his heart stopped. He inhaled sharply, shoulders going back, eyes wide. He looked like he stopped breathing. “Leo?”
“I....um....uh,” He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You were sure if he could he’d be bright red.
“If that’s too much right now we don’t have too,” You squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do,”
He sighs, whispering as if he were saying something he shouldn’t. “I want to, I-I just,” He runs his free hand down his face, clearing his throat.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” Reaching across the table you tilt his chin toward you. “I just wanted to let you know that whenever you’re ready to take that step, I’m here,”
He smiles, a small sigh of relief escaping him. He takes your hand from under his chin and presses three firm kisses to your knuckles.
“And I’m so grateful for how patient your being, and how you’re willing to take this slow.” He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure of how to word his statement. “I want to....to kiss you, but, I’m nervous,”
“Nervous about what, honey?” He lowers his hand, still holding yours, to the table, not meeting your eyes.
“You’d be my first kiss and I’m afraid I’m not going to do it right,” He mumbles, running his thumb across the back of your hand.
You smile, taking both of your hands and cupping his. “That’s alright, Leo, we’ll learn together, okay?”
He nods, exhaling a deep breath. Not wanting to stress him out more, you offer to snuggle on the couch with a movie. He agrees, helping you pack away the leftover food and rinse the dishes. Now you’re wrapped up in his arms watching a cheesy Christmas movie.
“Is there a reason why we’re watching a Christmas movie in the middle of October?” He mumbles into your hair.
You shake you head. “Makes me happy, I love Christmas,” Your back is pressed up against his chest, you feel him chuckle softly, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.
The movie goes by quick and now you’re back to the same spot. He’s putting on his gear and shoes, telling you the schedule for the next week and when you both can hangout.
He opens your window and turns around, looming over you.
“I’ll text you later?” He gives his classic boyish smile, eyes soft and he reaches for your hands.
“Yes, you should,” You giggle, squeezing his hands, looking up into his blue eyes.
The moment happens again, eyes flickering back and forth between your lips. He leans forward; this is it, he’s gonna do it. He leans at the last second, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
Damn it.
He sheepishly pulls back, clearly a little embarrassed.
“Leo?” He hums, not wanting to speak. “Do you want me to initiate the kiss?” He swallows hard, adams apple bobbing, he nods eagerly.
Smiling you push on the hard plates of his chest, his eyes go wide but he lets you move him until his shell bumps the wall. You take his face in your hands, gently adjusting his mask.
“Ready?” He nods again, licking his lips.
Your thumbs running along his cheekbones, you lean up on your tiptoes, tilting your face to meet his. His lips are considerably larger than yours, but are warm and soft. He’s gentle, afraid he might mess up, but you feel his shoulders loosen.
You pull away, trying not to giggle as he leans forward, recapturing your lips. His hands, shakily, go to your waist, pulling you closer. Gaining a small spark of confidence, he splays his palms across your back, holding you close.
Needing air, you pull away, panting heavily you meet his eyes. He’s smiling and panting as much, if not more, than you are.
“How was that for a first kiss?” You giggle, kissing his chin.
“Not sure, perhaps you should give me another,” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours again.
Some heavily implied pricefield for Flufftober’s day 30 prompt: “Dear Diary.” Yes, I contemplated covering it with ridiculous stickers that don’t necessarily match the vibe like Max’s diary in canon, but it was too much of a pain.
[Image ID: Digital drawing that mimics the style of Max Caulfield's diary in Life is Strange season 1. It features a line drawing of Chloe Price laying on her stomach, apparently naked but tastefully covered by a sheet wrapped around her waist. Her hair is rendered in watercolor splotches of blue and purple. Text in Max's in-game handwriting reads: "October 30. Dear Diary... So... Um. Yeah. So that happened."]
tags: college au, slight angst, mention of family problems
wordcount: 526
note: i'm back... i guess?
"You know I hate it when you get involved in fights," you say as you clean his temple wound. Reiner remains silent, just listening to you sitting there as the alcohol penetrates and burns into his slightly bloody skin.
You sigh in frustration, he doesn't even look at you, but you know it's because he feels bad that he let you down. "It's your second fight of the month, you almost made it a semester without getting hit on by other guys and-"
"I'm sorry" he interrupts you, his body turns towards you and his hands gently lower yours as he holds his gaze upwards into your eyes. "I know I shouldn't have done it, but it's not like I had a choice"
You drop your tense shoulders, Reiner's thumb meets your cheek and caresses you gently.
"Listen, they messed with me first when you'd left for the bathroom. I wasn't planning on punching them, but when they pounced on me I just thought I'd defend myself"
"What about last time?" you ask dropping your body onto the couch, now having to keep your gaze upwards, simply Reiner was quite a bit taller and bigger than you.
He evades your eyes and simply stares at the floor, his amber gaze showed the exhaustion he felt.
"It was stupid, I guess" you hear his deep voice almost whisper.
You sigh again and rest your head on his shoulder, instinctively you both curl your arms and intertwine your fingers, letting both hands rest on Reiner's thigh.
The room softly lit by the lamp envelopes you in silence, Reiner stroking the back of your hand in circles thinking about what to say to you.
He hasn't been having a good time and feels pushed to the brink of collapse, unfortunately.
"Not so long ago, when I went to visit my mother, my father showed up at the house" he confesses, you open your eyes slightly in surprise but still remain calm. You give his hand a little squeeze in support as he tells you. "It was an unpleasant encounter, as usual"
His voice trailed off as his hand seemed to cling to yours, his gaze remaining lost on the ground.
"Is that what had you so upset?" you ask almost in a whisper, as if you didn't want your own voice to hurt him.
Finally Reiner turns to look at you, his melancholy gaze making you want to hug him for the rest of your life. You listen attentively to the whole altercation in his family, understanding why he had been in such a volatile mood lately.
You comfort him as you and no one else can, with words of support and containment that Reiner had little accustomed to before he met you. When you caress his face, you seal the moment with a kiss, one in which only the lack of air made you separate.
Your foreheads meet and you exchange sweet, understanding glances.
"Thank you" he whispers.
You smile slightly at him. "I love you" you reply.
Your lips meet again, knowing that this would be another magical night where you would show each other deep love.
