Hey Kate! I'm so excited your drabble's are open again 😁 I've been having some rotten luck on the dating scene because I'm asexual... Wondered if you could do one with either Bucky/Steve or all the avengers just comforting reader about it and then collectively treating her to nice dates and cuddles and stuff? 🥺
Absolutely, babes! Here you go, love.
You walked back into your apartment and threw your keys into the bowl by the door. You kicked your shoes off and huffed. “I’m never leaving this house again.”
“Well, that sounds bleak.”
You screamed and nearly jumped out of your skin. You looked over to see Bucky smirking from your kitchen with his hand in a box of Cheez-itz.
“What is wrong with you, Bucky?” You threw your bag at him. “You don’t even live here!”
He dodged it and chuckled. “We all live here, this is the tower. Also your door was open and I ran out of snacks, so.”
You rolled your eyes.
“How was your date?”
You brushed past him and shook your head. “How about we don’t talk about that. And I'll just go and die alone.”
He followed you to your living room and sat beside you on the couch. “Yikes, that bad, huh?”
You looked at him with an expression that begged him to drop it.
He looked at you hard and then nodded. “I’m sorry.”
You sighed.
“Tell you what,” he hopped up from the couch and headed to the door. “I’m gonna pick you up tomorrow at six, okay?”
“Bucky, I-”
“Nope. Be ready.” He smiled and left before you could say anything else.
* * * * * *
You were waiting by the door when Bucky knocked and swung it open. You were met with flowers and a stupid grin.
“What are you doing?” you asked him.
He laughed. “I’m taking you out.”
“Out of my misery?”
“Cheeky. But no. I’m taking you to dinner.”
You took the flowers and took them to your kitchen to find a vase. “Bucky,” you started to whine, “I’m done with dates.”
“It’s not a date, it’s dinner.” He grinned.
You cut him a look.
“Listen, you need a win and you’re my best friend. Plus!” He smiled wider. “I can guarantee that you will have a good night.”
“Guarantee, huh?”
He made an ex on his chest. “Cross my heart.”
“What are we eating?” you asked.
“Tacos.”
You weren’t sure if it was his smile or the tacos but you finally caved. “Fine.”
“Perfect,” he beamed. “One thing, though, before we go,” he opened his arms. “Can I give you a hug?”
You genuinely smiled. “Yeah.”
He pulled you into his arms. “I know you’ve had it rough for a while. I’m sorry. But it will turn around one day, but until then, I’m here and I’m just one floor above you so if you have a bad day don’t sulk in here alone, okay, come find me.”
Hello it's the blog person from your other account, about the request? Is it okay if I copy and paste it here? I totally get it if you don't want to write it because you have too much going on with hamartia 🙂 "I'm a bit shaken up from a car accident today and I cannot stop crying, so much so I feel a bit sick 🤢 I wondered if I could request a Peter Parker X reader something fluffy? Like him coming to get her from the scene and just taking care of her when they get home ❤️"
To say this was one of the scariest phone calls Peter has ever gotten would be an understatement. He’s Spider-Man. He protects the city and saved people every day but he wasn’t there to protect you today. You called him, which was a good sign but it’s Peter and that is not reassuring but you called him and told him you were in an accident. That’s all he needed before he was grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door and running to his car.
When he got to the scene, police were there as was an ambulance, you sitting in the back with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders talking to a paramedic. Your car was totaled as was the other car but Peter could see you. He saw you speaking and that meant something good so he ran over you to, moving past police that tried to stop him.
“A-are you okay?” Peter’s words run together as soon as he sees you, his hands cupping your face as gentle as possible.
You nod against. “Yeah. Not even a scratch, just shaken up.” You say and your chin wrinkles while your lip quivers and Peter really gets a good look at you, seeing your eyes red and cheeks stained of tears.
“Can I take them home?” Peter asks looking at the paramedic.
“Yes, but keep on eye on them for tonight.” The paramedic gives Peter permission to take you home, you giving the blanket back before Peter wraps you in his arms. “Do you need to sort out your car?” He asks.
You shake your head, leaning further into him. “Already done.” You assure.
Peter gets you back to the car and buckles your seatbelt, making sure you’re comfortable before moving the driver’s side. He keeps his eyes on the road but his hand is interlocked with yours the entire way back to his apartment.
Peter brings you inside, his arm wrapped your shoulders and his hands on your arms as he walks you into the apartment. He asks if you want the couch or his room and you opt for couch since his living room is a little bit more open. He helps you over and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, quickly putting it over you without even asking.
“Food? Water?” Peter asks. “Movie? Anything you want, okay?”
You nod and just offer a hand out to him, a sad smile on his face as he joins you on the couch. He leans back against the arm of the couch and you lay between his legs, your head on his chest and Peter’s hands go to your hair, playing with the strands.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks softly.
You shake your head against him, just wanting to be safe and close to him. “No, just wanna sit with you.”
“Okay,” Peter says, wishing you’d talk but knowing you’re just shaken up from everything. “Lemme know when you want to and I’ll be here, ya?”
“Promise.” You whisper against him. “Thanks for coming and bringing me back here.”
“Y-you don’t have to thank me.” Peter’s hands stop for a few seconds as he looks to your face. “I’ll always be here for you and you can stay as long as you want.” Peter’s smile is small but genuine, his hands going back to play with your hair.
“Thanks, Peter.” You whisper.
“Try and sleep, I won’t move.” Peter leans down and presses a kiss to your head as you nod against him, knowing just being here with him will calm you down and get you to get some rest.
Hey are you still taking requests? I'm a bit shaken up from a car accident today and I cannot stop crying, so much so I feel a bit sick 🤢 I wondered if I could request a Peter Parker X reader something fluffy? Like him coming to get her from the scene and just taking care of her when they get home ❤️
I’m really sorry but I don’t write on this blog, I only write on my side blog! I hope things start getting for you though 💕
Edit: after the fact, I realized I probably should have said my blog for you ( @starksparker )
Author's Notes: I feel like I'm really bad a writing fluff so I hope this turned out okay @unleashthebeees. I adore you and I hope you are doing well!
Prompt: (not from the list) You snap at Steve after a bad day, fluff ensues. ;)
Word Count: 450
If one more thing went wrong you were pretty sure you were gonna combust.
You’d managed to spill your coffee on your favorite shirt, run late to your morning meeting because Susan from accounting wouldn’t stop talking about her knitting club, You’d lost your earphones, Been yelled at by you boss for something that wasn’t your fault and now You stood at your apartment door looking for your keys.
“I swear if I lost them I’m gonna scream,” you mumbled.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
You jumped and screamed.
He chuckled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
You cursed. “Why did you do that? You know I hate being scared! Why are you even here!?” You screamed at him.
He stepped back and swallowed.
It was then that you saw the flowers in his hand. You were too angry to care. You rummaged through your purse again and finally found your keys. You opened your door, rushed inside and slammed it behind you.
You threw your stuff down, fell onto your bed and cried.
At some point you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up it was twilight outside. You heard noises in your kitchen and remembered Steve.
You felt sick. You didn’t mean to yell at him.
When you walked into the kitchen you saw flowers on the counter and takeout on the dinner table. He’d even lit candles.
“Hey,” he said quietly when he saw you. “You okay?”
That was all he had to say and you teared up again.
“I’m so sorry!” You walked to him and he held you in his arms.
He kissed the top of your forehead and rubbed your back. You told him about your awful day and listened as he led you to the table. You continued to vent as you ate and then he ushered you to the couch.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that,” he said as you lay in his arms.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
You felt him shake his head. “I understand. Listen, I’ll draw you a bath and you can relax for a bit while I clean up here, okay?”
You sighed. “Are you serious? What did I do to deserve you?”
He kissed you deeply. “Go on. I’ll be here when you get done.”
When you finished Steve had cleaned the kitchen, and set up the living room for a movie night. You curled up against him and he let you pick your favorite film.
“I love you,” he whispered mid-movie.
“I love you too.” You said with a quick kiss. And you fell asleep in his arms while his thumb drew little circles on your palm.
So we broke up 😅 all it took was him yelling at me for being upset about something he'd said to me and then said I was overreacting, and then I cried to my mom in the car and she said no boy is worth getting this upset over, and I said what about the holiday and she was like "look you have a new job that pays good, screw it if you lose it but demand it back" and now I'm single again and I feel great 😁
I'm so glad you're happy, Phoe. I'm sorry it took a few rough moments but I'm glad your mom had your back.
Kaaaaaate can I have some internet mom love pls my boyfriend is being an abusive asshole to me but everytime I tell my mom what he's doing (it's all verbal/emotional, we haven't actually seen each other on weeks) she just says "I think you're being too sensitive" or "you're overreacting" and I'm insecure and anxious AF 😅
First of all, I'm so sorry you're dealing with that. Regardless of what anyone else thinks, if you're not happy, that's not good.
Second, I don't know if I can tell you what you should do but I will try to be helpful.
In regards to your mom's reaction, everyone is different. It may be that the things you're telling her wouldn't actually bother her if it was happening to her. It may be that what she considers abusive is just different and so she doesn't understand what's wrong. Hopefully, she's not just being inconsiderate.
And I know that no one wants to be alone but if you are genuinely unhappy in your relationship there is no reason it should stay that way. You don't have to have a boyfriend. Especially, if you are feeling purposely mistreated.
In regards to being insecure and anxious, I totally understand. I still deal with that and I've been with my husband for a decade. Just keep in mind that your bf can not be the thing that fixes you. That's a you process.
Now, you have 3 options as far as I can see:
1) Talk with your bf about how you're feeling. (I know this can cause anxiety) Find out what his love language is and make sure you know yours. (Not kidding, knowing that is a game changer, google it if you're unfamiliar. Take the test, maybe even more than once, don't just guess.) It could be that he is saying things to you that you find abusive and he has no idea because he wasn't meaning to be hurtful.
2) Break up and move on with no resolution or attempt at conversation. Some people aren't worth a discussion. Sometimes you know pretty well how a person is or isn't going to handle being open about a topic. Especially, if that person is defensive in the first place.
3) "Deal with it" and stay with him. Some people consider compromise and enduring to be the same thing. I think there is a difference, but I can't tell you what you feel. I am a huge advocate for compromise because no two people are going to be the same on every subject and I think there has to be some give from both parties. But if he isn't willing to compromise at all that might be a sign in and of itself. (Also compromising doesn't mean that by having a conversation and expressing your needs and wants that you will get it all)
I hope this was helpful and at least put you at ease in some way. I'm always here to chat if you want to keep me updated or just drop by.
