Why am I still procrastinating?

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[shrimplydelicious]

“I’m finally going to write! I have a great idea!”

[edgelord-trashcan]

LAUGHS LOUDLY

[ardatli]

OK but like… first sentences don’t have to be there forever. I cannot begin to count the number of times I’ve started a story like:

And just write the ideas down until the story starts to shape itself. Then when you’re ready, go back and delete everything before the point where the story actually starts. 

Writing yourself into an idea is a time-honoured technique, and it works. 

[stainlesssteellocust]

good advice

[thetiredbiwrites]

// hello can you do angsty tony x Son reader. Tony and reader has strained relationship and they we're not in good terms, Tony prefer Peter than his son but it got change when both of them got kidnapped, they been together for a few days and slowly they reconciled. Soon they got save by the avengers but the Son Reader notice that one kidnapper pulled a weapon to Tony then R save his father, he got shot then Tony is scared to see his son dying. Its up to you the ending. ☺

Hello, thank you so much for this request! I've ended up splitting it into two parts because I kept writing, oops. The second part will be Tony reacting to his son being shot, the first one is more focused on their relationship. I've just posted part one! 🤗🤗🤗

[thetiredbiwrites]

And then...

Dad!Tony x Son!Reader

(mentions of Uncle Rhodey)

Anon: // hello can you do angsty tony x Son reader. Tony and reader has strained relationship and they we're not in good terms, Tony prefer Peter than his son but it got change when both of them got kidnapped, they been together for a few days and slowly they reconciled. Soon they got save by the avengers but the Son Reader notice that one kidnapper pulled a weapon to Tony then R save his father, he got shot then Tony is scared to see his son dying. Its up to you the ending. ☺

A/N: Thank you for the Tony request 🤗🤗 Hope this is ok! (I love dad!Tony, I think he’d be so good...even though this fic is on a different note🤔😂)

Warnings: Cliff hanger end. It was getting pretty long and I wanted to upload something before bed (which also means it hasn’t been checked but oh well, I’ll re-read it tomorrow) BUT I do plan on doing a part 2 :)

(Also swearing, just always assume swearing)

Words: 3100+

Tony’s relationship with his son had always been strained. Ever since he was practically dumped on his doorstep at 4 years old.

Tony had no prior knowledge that he has a kid, none of the women he’s been with had ever even told him they were pregnant. But if he was being honest with himself, it didn’t surprise him. With the way he got around it was bound to happen eventually.

He just wished he’d known from the beginning.

Having a 4 year old left in his care with no warning put him in a whole new territory he was completely unprepared for.

A baby gives you time to prepare and are essentially a ‘blank slate’ at birth. A 4 year old has experiences, like and dislikes, routines, a connection to someone who abandons them with a stranger…

At the time, Tony was still a playboy, out at events and travelling a lot. As well as CEO of a company manufacturing weapons for the military. He didn’t have time for a child. To break through recently arisen trust and abandonment issues and build a relationship.

He cared about his son. Always made sure he had everything he needed or wanted, a good education and was in good health. But forming personal, emotional connections can’t be done with money, and Tony could barley cope with his own true emotions.

It quickly became clear that they did not share talents or interest in maths, sciences or mechanics. His son struggled especially with maths and Tony initially really did try to help, finally thinking something was in his element and he could bond.

But elementary (followed by middle and high) maths was so simple and automatic for Tony’s brain that he found it difficult to slow down and explain the process to the young boy.

He hired a tutor in his place.

That’s not to say Tony expected or needed his son to be a genius in the same subjects as him. He didn’t need his son to follow him (or his father) to be worthy of his time. But it would have made it easier.

Instead, his son excelled in English and arts, and was amazing in the kitchen. He loved to write stories, create pictures to accompany them and experimenting with new recipes.

Unfortunately, Tony did not excel in these areas, thus distancing them further.

At least he wasn’t taking after his father though. He didn’t force his son into one path or degrade him. No forcing him to grow up, giving him alcohol at a ridiculously young age or sending him away to be completely alone.

Tony often wondered himself if he’d have taken the path he did if his father hadn’t pushed him. If he’d be the same person without the verbal abuse and constant neglect of his father.

He wasn’t blind to his emotional distance and lack of bond to his son. Or to the connection the boy had to both Rhodey and Pepper. He could see that his son was connect to the two people he trusted the most and he was glad.

When Rhodey was available, being in the air force meant he wasn’t always around, he made sure to take the boy out, go to school events and even read his stories, giving feedback and support.

Pepper made herself available if he ever needed to talk and was always willing to taste test.

Even Happy was around to take him where he needed to go, training in the gym and joke with.

So even if the young boy didn’t have a relationship with his father, he had adults around to support and love him and help him through life.

It didn’t stop him wishing he did have a relationship to his father though.

 While MIA in Afghanistan, Tony realised he wanted to try harder to build a relationship to his nearly teenaged son.

It didn’t happen.

He returned home and completely changed his company, which required a lot of time. His guilt also led in him to putting on that damn suit and trying to save the world.

And then he nearly died from palladium poisoning.

And then New York was attacked by aliens and the avengers were formed.

And then Tony had PTSD; anxiety, panic attacks and nightmares.

And then ‘terrorists’ blew up their house and nearly killed Happy and Pepper.

And then murderous robots.

And then the avengers broke up.

And then Tony worked with the UN to amend the accords and set up more help and cleaning crews. Back to lots of travelling.

And then…

And then… Peter.

It never eased up and his son turned 18.

His son made excuses over the years. He genuinely was busy and obviously struggled with relationships. Maybe he’s just not paternal? You can’t blame someone for trying to save lives either.

Of course he was aware it isn’t all on Tony, he could have tried harder to bond with his father as well.

But then Peter came along.

Scientifically and mathematically gifted Peter.

Superhero Peter.

Enthusiastic, smart and funny 15 year old Peter.

And then Tony had the time.

He made the time.

For Peter.

To talk to him. Help with his homework and superheroing.

Teaching him. Training him.

They spent a lot of time in the workshop and lab.

Tony was always so interested in what Peter had to say. Whether is was about science or mechanics, school, spider-man or even teenage romance.

It came so easily and naturally to Tony.

He had the time.

Even the team had noticed this relationship and dubbed them ‘Iron-Dad and Spider-Son’.

That hurt.

The time he overheard Clint comment, ‘why couldn’t we have had dad-Tony this whole time?’ really stung.

Tony’s been a dad, to a son, the entire time he’s known the avengers.

He didn’t hate Peter though. It’s not his fault and he’s actually perfectly nice. But to see his father so easily bond with another kid in a short time made him realise that he’d never get that father-son relationship.

Tony is paternal. Just not for him.

--

His eyes fluttered open, the ground cold against his face.

Wait, ground? What-

A groan passed his lips as he sat up, pressing a hand to the side of his head where pain radiated.

He blinked the fuzziness from his eyes, trying to remember how he got there, but the last thing he could recall was leaving the Stark Industries event after supporting Pepper.

The room was dull and very basic. With stone walls and floor, no windows, one dim light and two metal framed beds so rusty they would probably break under his weight.

As he glanced back down to the ground, he noticed another body in the room. They were still slumped on the ground and back to him.

Scrambling across the floor, he pushed on the mans shoulder to lay in on his back and see his face.

Dad?

Quickly he checked for a pulse and when he was satisfied with the regular thumping, he moved away, letting out a sigh of relief.

With his back to the wall, arms resting on his bent knees, he waited.

It was only a short while later when Tony began to wake. Groaning and sitting up in the same manner his son had moments earlier.

“Oh God, what the hell-where am I?” He mumbled, clearly unaware he wasn’t alone.

“I was hoping you’d know the answer”

Tony’s head snapped over at the grumbled voice to see his son.

“Y/N. What- what are you doing here?”

“hell if I know. Can’t imagine why anyone would take me. I generally don’t piss people off and I’m neither an Avenger or a tech genius.”

“Maybe they mistook you for me” Tony joke, completely oblivious to his sons disinterested and cold tone.

He shuffled back to lean against the opposite wall as his son scoffed.

“Sorry kid, you got the Stark looks.”

“Yeah, that’s all I got” the young man mumbled, leaning his head back on the wall, closing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

Silence fell between them until the door opened.

The two men rose to their feet as two armed guards entered the room, a third following with a tray of unappealing food and bottled water.

Neither Stark was acknowledged as the tray was placed on one of the beds and they turned to leave. They even ignored Tony’s incessant questioning and cocky attitude.

His son stayed silent, taking on of the bottles as he sat back on the floor, still not ready to trust the beds.

“Could they just answer a simple question? They got to have a fucking reason for this.”

“Whatever it is I wish they’d just hurry up with it.”

“What, are you bored? Got places to be?” Tony asked, before taking his seat back on the floor.

“Yes, actually. I have an interview Monday and I’m not ready.”

“An interview? What for?”

“Like you actually care.”

“Hey, that’s not-“ Tony began to object but his son looked over at him and cut him off.

“Unless it’s about Peter or Superhero shit, you don’t want to know. You haven’t magically become interested, you just don’t like the silence and unfortunately I’m the only one here. You never cared about what was actually happening in my life before, why start now?”

Tony stared at his son in shock. It’s hard to make The Tony Stark speechless, but right now he had no words at all.

As his son dropped his head back to the wall, looking away from him, Tony couldn’t take his eyes off his son.

Thoughts ran through his head as he examined his son, becoming aware of how little he really did know.

-When did he get so tall? Not tall-tall though, definitely the Stark gene at work there.

-That suit makes him look so grown up, even if those a-holes took our jackets and shoes. Why did they take our shoes? No. Not important. Focus.

-I care about my son. Come on Tony, think. Something.

-School? Crap, when did I last even read a report card? He’s always aced English. Didn’t he do band? No, shit, that was Peter. Goddamnit, is he right?

“You’re 18.”

“Well done. You want a medal?”

“Is the interview for college?”

His son still didn’t move, wouldn’t even look at him.

“Please, Y/N. I-I know I’ve not really been… present in your life. But I do care about you.”

“Do you?” His eyes burned long repressed anger and Tony prepared himself for everything that was coming. He knew he’d deserve it too.

“You gave up so easily. It was too hard to bond with your idiot son, a shy kid who couldn’t understand simple maths. You’d rather be with women and go to parties, and the company always came first. All you did was throw money at things. For year I was fine with it, you using money to help me. I had more than more. It was clear you struggled with relationships of any kind and I was just dumped on you with no warning. It was fine because I had Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. They were there to talk to, they taught me things and supported me, Rhodey would go to school events whenever he could. I just figured maybe you’re not a paternal person. Then you became Iron Man and started saving the world and I can’t be mad about that.”

Tony stayed silent and watched as his son stood up, running a hand through his hair as he began to pace.

“Then you met Harley and kept in touch with him. You upgraded his garage into a high-tech lab. But he did help you save Pepper and the President so I guess you owed him and I didn’t let it bother me. It wasn’t until Peter came along that I noticed that you are one of the most naturally paternal people I know. You became his father figure, took him in so quickly, bonding immediately. If he needed help, you were there. He wanted to talk, you listened. Whether it’s out being Iron Man and Spider-man, training him, helping him with his school work or just locking yourselves in the workshop for hours building new shit. You’re always there for him. He witters on about some stupid crush for 25 minutes and you hang on every word. But you couldn’t do that for me?! What, did I need to be a genius at maths?! Interested in building extravagant technology?! Would you have noticed me then? You know, you went to Peter’s science show last month but you’ve never been to any of my school events. It was always Rhodey, Pepper and Happy a couple times, or no-one. But never you.”

The young man stared at his father, chest heaving, eyes burning as he held back tears. Yet Tony said nothing. He couldn’t take his eyes off his son. Lips parted and eyes glistening with unshed tears, he just sat, no words coming out.

“Yeah I’m 18 any yeah it’s a college interview. I graduate in a few weeks, Rhodey’s going. I’ve already been accepted to a couple colleges. Only a few months and I can leave.”

He didn’t give Tony a chance to respond as he risked the bed, laying down and facing the wall as he focused on bringing his breathing back to normal.

Behind him, his father watched on as tears fell down his face, guilt taking over his whole being.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the night. While his son eventually fell asleep, Tony stayed on the floor, thinking through everything his son told him and looking back over the years.

The following morning, two guard came in and took Tony away.

They brought him back a few hours later, unharmed. The younger Stark watched as Tony worried his bottom lip and fussed with his clothes. He noted the troubled look on his father’s face and it was clear that whatever the kidnappers told him wasn’t good at all.

But he remained silent.

Eventually Tony settled, sitting on the floor again. But the two still didn’t speak for a few more hours.

“I’m sorry,” Tony finally broke through the silence and tense atmosphere of the confined space.

His son remained silent but his eyes moved up to look at him. This was enough of an acknowledgement that he was listening and so Tony continued.

“You might not believe that, but I am. I don’t know why it was so hard or why it was so easy with Peter. I didn’t- It wasn’t intentional, I didn’t even realise.”

The young Stark kept his eyes on his father but his face stayed blank and lips sealed.

“And you know, just because maths and science subjects didn’t come naturally to you doesn’t mean you’re an idiot. I’ve never once thought you were. I know the Stark name has become so tied to them, mechanics, advanced technology and engineering… but it doesn’t mean you’re not…good enough? Because you don’t follow that. I never thought you should have been, it didn’t-didn’t disappoint me or anything. But you were always so talented in arts, you wrote the most amazing stories and a complete natural in the kitchen. Things I’m not so great at. It just made it harder for me to figure out how to connect. I didn’t know where to start.”

A small smile flashed across his face, eyes glazed as he recalled the past.

“Y’know, I loved those stories about the uh, the dragons that live on your shoulder. I’d find drawings and paintings of them all over the house, and it was a big house!”

Across from him, his son’s head raised a little higher, eyebrows subtly furrowing and looked at the soft expression on his father’s face. He had no idea Tony even know about those.

“I should have been there, tried harder. There’s no excuse for that. But I have always cared. You were just so talented in things I didn’t understand. Then I saw how close you and Rhodey became and-“

Tony let out a sigh, looking away from his son.

“You were left with me, an egotistical ass and a- a playboy. I didn’t think I deserved you. You deserved someone better. Someone emotionally available and mature. Someone to help you grow into an amazing person and progress your talents. Someone like Rhodey. He deserved you and you him. He was -and is- better for you. You were loved and supported by him, and then Pepper and Happy, so I – I thought you’d be ok. That you wouldn’t need me.”

Once again it was all quiet in the small room. This time Tony wouldn’t look at his son, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his father.

“I did need you.”

His voice was raspy as he admitted this to not only Tony but himself.

“Rhodey’s the best. I love him. Couldn’t have asked for a better Uncle. But that’s what he is; my Uncle. You were supposed to be my Dad. I shouldn’t have had a father figure when my father was right there. You were so cool, before and after becoming Iron Man. You made everything around you seem like fun. I didn’t understand the tech crap but- I’m an artist. I can, and did, design things. It’s not all on you, I didn’t make it easy.”

“You were a kid, it is on me. But, maybe- When we get out of here I’ll do better. I want to be an active part in your life. I also understand if it’s too late though.”

“It’s not. It’ll take time but, I’d like that. Rhodey might get jealous though.”

A huffed laugh slipped past Tony’s lips as they spread into a smile on his face when his son cracked a grin.

They continued to talk into the night, about school, which colleges and courses, friends and dating. Once they started they couldn’t stop.

It is hard to shut up a Stark.

They were laughing about one of Tony’s stories of his time in MIT with Rhodey when an explosion shook the room.

The men stood up and faced the door as the sounds of fighting and yelling grew nearer. A smirk spread on Tony’s face as he recognised the noises of his teammates.

It wasn’t long before the door was broken down and Captain America stood in it’s place.

“Bout damn time. Did you stop for coffee?”

“Yeah, yeah, tin man. You’re welcome.” Hawkeye quipped as they walked down the halls.

Rhodey broke through to get to his nephew’s side, checking him over and ensuring he was ok.

Tony led the group to the main room. The kidnappers had access to files and tech that would be too dangerous to leave.

As Tony wiped everything, quips flowing between him and his teammates, none of them noticed the man sneak in through another door.

The younger Stark moved before his brain could even process what was happening, placing himself between his father and the gun that was raised to his back.

*bang*

[monzterzack]

[autistichalfblood]

“If you believe in a cause, be willing to stand up for that cause with a million people or by yourself.” ― Otis S. Johnson, From “N Word” to Mr. Mayor: Experiencing the American Dream - (video)   

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[thetiredbiwrites]

Got a couple Tony Stark requests, thank you so much.

Planning them now and just wanted to let people know I have an Instagram which I will post plans and sneak-peaks, and others ideas I have like prompts etc. if you guys are interested in that 😊

@/elberex (thetiredbi) 👉👈

[thetiredbiwrites]

Happy 50th Birthday to my Dad, Tony Stark

Got any Tony requests and I'll write Tony over the next week

(Preferably platonic, like daughter/son!reader but any Tony love is good love)

I'm gonna try and do one today but it is also my Mum's 50th birthday so no promises 😊

(yes my mum does share an exact birthday to Tony, I can never forget their date or age, why don't I share my birthday with someone great?)

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

It really is

[thetiredbiwrites]

I want to quit university.

I really do.

I can't do a masters course. My brain cannot comprehend any of this.

I spend more time stuck in anxiety and panic attacks than doing the work.

If I could go back I would do a completely different route that avoided this.

It's not worth it and I feel like I'm dying.

I want to quit.

[ellvswriting-deactivated2021010]

[thetiredbiwrites]

Fabulous, Darling

Requested by @megaduppi​ “Hiya lovely! I was wondering if I could request a Seb x reader where they are stuck together in Sebs apartment because of quarantine and they start doing random things like Seb giving in to the reader and letting her do his make up and him looking completely fabulous? It can be funny and fluffy I am honestly craving it”

A/N: Thank you for the request 💖💖 hope you don’t mind, but I’m not entirely comfortable writing for the actors, nothing against anyone who does. So I made this a Bucky x Reader instead and they’re stuck in their shared apartment. It’s more fluffy than funny.

A/N2: I don’t know a lot about make-up. I can do basic (what is contouring?😂). So it’s pretty vague about what make-up she does and more from Bucky pov

5 weeks. 5 weeks you had been stuck in your apartment.

You were proud of your home. How you’d decorated, the layout and colours- the way you made it your own. But seeing the same crap everyday, the same rooms and nothing else, God, you were sick of it.

The urge to redecorate grew every day. The online shopping and endless scrolling through pinterest in boredom didn’t help.

The first week had been productive, making you feel good and enjoy the time. Time to spend with Bucky and doing everything you put off or didn’t have time for because of work. The two of you had tided and cleaned every room, sorted through all your clothes and shoes and reorganised the kitchen cupboards.

Now there’s nothing left to do.

Meaning whenever you thought of something to do, or came across ideas on various social medias or online shopping, you did it.

Bucky rarely said no to you and he certainly didn’t start now. He was just as bored and desperate for something to do.

This meant that when you asked for his special pancakes at midnight, he made the damn pancakes. You both sat together in your pjs watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and eating a stack of pancakes covered in syrup and toppings until 2 in the morning.

When you gave into the urge and decided to rearrange the living room, he just smiled and went along with it. Helping you move every piece of furniture and arranging all your photos and nick-nacks. A heated debate about how to order the DVDs broke out.

You won.

He had insisted the two of you stay fit, keep exercising, every day. Especially with all the snacking and pancakes you both ate. So when you declared a Just Dance competition, he danced like he never had before.

Ok, so making the prize sex-related definitely aided his decision and pushed him to beat you.

But even he had to admit, after 5 weeks, sex wasn’t that exciting and most of the time, neither of you were particularly in the mood.

Which is how you ended up feeling like grandparents one day, doing a 1500 piece jigsaw while soft music played in the background.

“Uugh, these pieces are all the same colour!”

“You just have to be patient. We’ll get there.”

“I have been patient, Bucky. I’ve been patient for 5 hours and we’re not even half done. Don’t laugh at me.”

Bucky finished the puzzle as you gave up and baked cookies instead.

More than once, Bucky somehow found himself sitting on the floor with you on the sofa behind him, doing his hair.

You practiced different kind of plaits and other basic styles to trying out more intricate styles. Although you did resist buying flowers and bows to put in his hair.

The day you curled his hair had left you in a fit of laughter until you couldn’t breathe. Plaiting his hair did leave it wavy, which, depending on the type, looked pretty good. But he could still tie it back into a low bun when that happened.

Bucky, however, wasn’t amused. Especially after you took a photo and sent it to the group chat. Bucky had immediately showered, letting his hair go back to normal after that one.

The last couple of days, you had a new idea. One Bucky didn’t agree with.

He drew the line at you doing full make up on him.

It’s not that he thought men shouldn’t wear make-up. You had painted his nails a few days ago and he approved of the sparkly red. He had kept them that way, even when he did the weekly shop.

No-one had commented but at a time like this, who was going to care about a man’s painted nails. But even when it’s normal he wouldn’t have taken it off.

Well, if Sam wasn’t around anyway. He wouldn’t be caught dead with painted nails, especially sparkly red ones, around Sam.

Sam wasn’t against men wearing make-up either. Hell, if Steve or Tony, or any of the guys really, showed up with nails painted, he’d compliment them. Probably in a jokey manner, but compliment none the less.

Bucky, though, would never hear the end of it. It’s just how their relationship went.

He’d do the same back. Bucky could pretend he wouldn’t. But he would.

By day three, Bucky felt his resolve crumbling. He tried thinking of reasons why he didn’t want to do it but couldn’t actually think of any. But the thought of wearing make-up didn’t agree with him.

But those big y/e/c eyes staring up at him and the pout on your lips, akin to that of Puss-in-Boots, was making it hard to say no. Especially when he didn’t have any reasons against it.

He made it through the morning but by 2pm he found himself yet again sat on the living room floor, legs crossed. His fingers tapping against his legs as he contemplates running until you give up on the idea. But where the hell is he going to go? There’s only so long he could stay locked in their only bathroom.

This time you were also sat on the floor, legs crossed and facing him. You were aware of Bucky’s nervousness but you knew, well, you were 95% sure that once it was done, Bucky would realise it’s fine. If he didn’t, he can take it off straight away. It was just the two of you so it shouldn’t be a problem.

You knew his limits. This meant you’d lightly push him into letting you do this, but if he really didn’t agree, if it ended badly, you wouldn’t sent a photo to the group. You wouldn’t even take one. The two of you knew each other well enough to know these limits in various situations and not cross them.

For now, you had collected everything you needed from the bedroom and started laying it out on the floor. You faced the mirror away from Bucky so he couldn’t look until you had finished.

Bucky’s eyes flicked across the products as you laid them out. Noting all the liquids and powders, brushes, some foam egg thing, and… is that a pencil?

“How much stuff do you need? That’s a lot of products. Why are there so many brushes? I know make-up is like art but I thought you were just doing something basic and simple, y/n? Y/N, please, don’t make me do this.”

Bucky’s complaining stayed in his head as he looked up at your bright eyes and kind smile, his mouth closing as the words died, forming a pout instead.

“While you do look so adorable,” you lightly grabbed his chin in one hand, smushing his lips together. “Quit you pouting. It’s gonna be fine.”

Bucky’s eyebrow raised, biting the inside of his lip, his eyes flicked between everything on the floor and your face.

“Bucky, baby. You got nothing to be nervous about. Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to see or know.”

Bucky slightly nodded his head to the side, grunting in agreement but clearly still unsure.

“Specifically Sam, he doesn’t have to know anything. You’re on your own with him. I mean, if anyone else dared to say anything, I would tell them to grow up. It’s 2020. If a guy wants to wear make-up, let him wear the damn make-up. Many of them are better than me, although let’s be honest that’s not too hard, and it’s makes me jealous. Who taught you?! Can you teach me? They look amazing.”

Once Bucky cracked a grin, huffing a laugh, you clapped your hands and picked up the first product. You had rooted through your stock to find foundations that were the closest to his skin tone and found some you had kept after your friend had stayed a few months back.

“Let’s get started” you wiggled your eyebrows and Bucky felt himself relax. Not entirely, but enough to sit still and let you work.

Bucky wished some of his girlfriend’s excitement and enthusiasm would pass to him. As you added more and more to his face, he felt his nerves increasing again.

The feeling of your hand softly resting against his skin, from his neck to his face, as your other gently moved brushes and product across his face was, admittedly, a great feeling. You relaxed him and the touches were light and soothing.

Yet his heart still beat a little too quickly and his head continued overthinking.

He felt guilty for being so worried. He’s watched you do your own and your friend’s make-up many times over the last few years. But he still couldn’t help the image of a clown or a kid who got into mummy’s make-up from being projected in his head.

As you asked him to close his eyes, he tried to think of something else and his mind ran with the image of a little kid covered in make-up. Except it was your kid who had gotten their little hands on all these products.

He could hear your laughter as you came upon the scene. The way your kid would smile, wide and toothy, like their mothers, as you took a photo. Bucky could see you cleaning the little one up before teaching them how to do it properly.

Bucky’s mind couldn’t stray from this path and as he heard you humming a song he didn’t know, another picture developed.

On your face was a beaming smile, love pouring from your eyes and a soft glow surrounding you from the sun through the window as you softly sang to the small bundle in your arms. A little hand reaching out from the material as Bucky approached and wrapping around his finger.

Bucky saw himself chasing after your young son, smiling at the loud and carefree laughter leaving the little boy as he caught him and subjected him to tickles.

Learning all those hairstyles you subjected him to this past month so he could do them for your daughter. Her hair like his but eyes like yours, shining bright and paired with a smile when he’d finish. Her little arms wrapping around his neck and hugging as tight as her little body could.

Bucky focused back on the present when he heard you sigh. Realisation flashing across your face as you shot up and ran towards the bedroom.

“Don’t look!” you yelled across rooms and his hand retreated, holding it close to his chest like he’d touched fire and abandoning the mirror sat inches from him.

The mischievous grin on your face paired with the glint in your eyes had Bucky worrying again. Noting your hands behind your back, hiding something from his view, had his heart rate picking up. Again.

His eyes reluctantly closed when you asked and he tried not to flinch as you touched his face, giggling as you did.

“Ok, all done. You can look now.” You announced, holding up the mirror.

This time it was your heart racing, becoming restless the longer the silence stretched. Bucky’s eyes glued to his reflection, wide eyed and jaw dropped, his entire body frozen.

You began to worry you had pushed him too far.

“You hate it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you-“ “No, no,” he cut you off, large hand resting over yours as he finally took his eyes off his reflection. “No, I don’t hate it, actually. You know, I really like this colour.”

A smile spread across your face, huffing a laugh as Bucky batted his eyes, referring to his eyeshadow.

He looked back at the mirror, moving his head to inspect different angles.

“Glitter’s a bit much though, don’t you think?”

“Nope. You look fabulous, darling!” Bucky laughing at your over-the-top British accent.

“Am I pretty?”

“Oh, baby, you are the prettiest.”

“Well then, I guess I better share.”

You only caught a glimpse of the devious smile before your boyfriend launched at you, knocking you on your back.

Laughter bounced off the walls as Bucky pinned you down and rubbed his beard all over you, covering you in red glitter (matching his nails, of course).

“No, wait stop! I wanted to take a photo first!”

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A/N: I have an instagram (@/elberex). I was thinking of posting sneak peaks on there? 🤔🤔

[film-enthusiastt]

My Favorite Bucky/Sebastian Stan Fics 2

Hi! I decided to make another fic rec list. Most of these are Social Media AUs or Soulmate AUs because I had an urge to read those types of fics recently, but I also listed other amazing one-shots and series fics. Make sure you check out these wonderful authors other works too! Also shoutout to @seasaurusrrex for her social media masterlist where I found most of these.

Social Media

And They Were Roommates [5 Parts; WIP] By @a-vvenger

Quarantine [10 Parts; WIP] By @sebspocketsquare

Secret Confessions [12 Parts; Completed] Summary: After an unexpected break up with Bucky, you change a few things. Your hair, your number, even your schedule for the upcoming semester. But after weeks of dodging the topic, your roommates (MJ, Peter and the Twins) and your close friend Natasha decide it’s time to help you move on. Meanwhile, Bucky just wants to make bad decisions, like agreeing to text a total stranger, in peace. But that won’t happen so easily with Steve Rogers as his best friend. By @buckysmischief

Sure, Jan [11 Parts; Completed] Summary: While writing your college history paper on WWII, you decide to tweet your favorite avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, for help. They were also the most qualified. It’s not like they would actually reply, right? By @buckysmischief

Blue Eyed Babe [11 Parts; Completed] Summary: Pulling up at stoplight you meet up with a handsome blue eyed stranger, but will you ever meet up with him again? We’ll just have to find out. By @maarrvveell

Keep reading

[thetiredbiwrites]

Okay so, I know you did a sick!readerxSteve Rogers but I was wondering if you can do the same thing but with Bucky? If not that concept just something cute with Bucky?

Thank you for requesting, hope this is ok 😊

Bucky x sick!Reader, platonic!Tony x sick!Reader

A/N: I know I said I’d post something yesterday, but my laptop is a bitch and didn’t co-operate. I nearly punched a wall.

Your hands froze on the tech you were upgrading as you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly while rapidly blinking the dizziness away so your eyes could re-focus.

Tony had been subtly watching you all morning, concern growing as time ticked on. Of course, he had noticed his favourite teammate (don’t tell Rhodey) wasn’t at her best when she first set foot in the lab a few hours ago.

His initial instinct was to ask if you should be down here and not in bed, but he’s learnt from experience that that didn’t work. He can count the times he won over you on one hand. Instead he opted to keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t hurt your self or pass out or something.

Additionally, the more he watched you, the more evidence he had to use against you when you try telling him you’re fine.

As he heard you mutter ‘dammit’ for the fiftieth time, he decided it was time to speak up.

Even Tony makes mistakes when working on something, but you had been making silly mistakes and taking twice as long to complete things, which is highly unlike you. You were nearly as smart as Tony in this area (much smarter in many other areas so you were ok with giving this one to Tony).

“Y/N, are you ok?”

The concern was clear in his voice, making you realise you hadn’t been as subtle as you thought. You opted to keep your eyes on your work, determined to finish it and fully aware that if Tony saw your face, you were going to lose this.

“Yeah, I’m good, Tones.”

You had tried to sound normal, but your voice failed you making you cringe at how weak and raspy it sounded. Not needing to look at Tony to know he didn’t believe you.

“You wanna try that again?”

“I’m-I’m just-“ You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I didn’t sleep well, ok? And with-with Bucky on this mission and- I-I-I’m just tired. That’s all.”

You ran a hand down your face and looked over at Tony who was clearly still concerned and didn’t entirely believe you. With a sympathetic smile and furrowed eyebrows, Tony looked over your face. You looked more than ‘just tired’ to him.

“Maybe I’ll just take a break, go get a coffee.”

You didn’t want to worry Tony more and believed that if you kept convincing yourself you were just tired then that’s all you’d be, right?

“Good idea. Take as long as you need.”

You felt suddenly light-headed as you stood and briefly rested against the desk, just stood up too quickly, that’s all.

The second you stepped out of the lab, Tony asked FRIDAY to watch you. He didn’t need you fainting in some corridor or on some stairs and hurting yourself. The others were due back from the mission today and he really hoped they’d be home soon.

After an hour passed and you hadn’t returned to the lab, Tony became worried and decided to check on you. You were incredibly stubborn and so Tony expected you to immediately come back to the lab, claiming the coffee worked even if you were dead on your feet.

Entering the kitchen, he spotted you at the table, head and arms resting on the table, one hand still holding your mug of now cold coffee.

As you had finished making your coffee, heat spread through your body and a wave of nausea hit. Deciding to sit down, you rested your head on the cool wood, figuring it would pass in a couple minutes. Instead you opened your eyes to see Tony crouching next to your chair.

“Go to bed.”

You stumbled over your words as you sat back, not ready to admit defeat.

“Don’t even try. You’re not well, Y/N, and don’t try to convince me otherwise, it won’t work. Go to bed.” He cut you off, his voice firm but face soft, his paternal side shining through.

He handed you a bottle of water from the fridge and send you off towards your room.

Your feet dragged on the carpet, using the wall for support to help you reach your room. You’ve gone 70 hours in the lab and didn’t feel this weak and tired.

You hated it.

Just as your door came into view, your stomach flipped, and a burst of adrenaline allowed you to get to your bathroom just intime to throw up the contents of your stomach.

The cold wall was a blessing as you rested against it, still sat on the bathroom floor. That’s where you stayed for what felt like hours, focussing on your breathing and willing your body to move.

After using whatever energy was left flowing through you on brushing your teeth and drinking most of the water Tony had given you, you collapsed onto the bed. It had never felt more comfortable than it did right then. Like landing on clouds.

Reaching out just enough to wrap your arms around Bucky’s pillow, you fell asleep.

Bucky pov

The team trudged into the kitchen, glad to finally be home and eat some decent food.

Bucky stretched, his back popping from the long, uncomfortable journey home in the jet. You’d think with all that money, Tony could make decent seats. Sam handed him a mug of coffee and a sigh passed his lips, I guess the expensive coffee machine makes up for the seats.

“I see everyone’s still alive and in one piece. Fantastic.”

A series of grunts and groans followed Tony’s comment. A ‘good to see you too, Tony’ from Steve and an eyeroll from Natasha.

“Barnes, need to talk you.”

“I just got back; can I at least finish my coff- “

“It’s about Y/N.”

Those three words were enough to make Bucky’s heart race as he snapped to attention. Everyone else also looking over at Tony as they simultaneously realised she wasn’t there. The less annoying mechanic would usually meet Bucky the team at landing or in the kitchen.

“What about her?”

“Where is she?”

Bucky ignored Clint and Sam as he rounded the counter and approached the shorter man.

“Is she ok?”

“Sent her to bed a few hours ago. Claimed she was just tired, but she didn’t look well. Probably just sick but too stubborn to admit it. Thought you should know, check on her.”

Bucky nodded, patting Tony’s shoulder in thanks as he passed.

He found his favourite person curled up on top of the covers, arms wrapped around his pillow. Her skin was paler than normal, eyes puffy and shivering slightly, goose-bumps covering her bare arms.

His heart broke and eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her. As quick as he could, he was out of his suit and in sweats and a tee before perching on the edge of the bed. His brows pulled together again, and he let out a sigh as he gently pressed his right hand against your forehead and felt the heat radiating, despite your shivering.

His hand moved to rest on the side of your face as your eyes fluttered open. You tried to smile, glad to have your boyfriend home and safe. He didn’t appear to have any injuries, but you were aware of the worry swimming in his eyes and half smile on his face.

“You’re home.”

“And you’re sick.”

Struggling into a sitting position, you still attempted to deny it, despite throwing up just a few hours prior.

“No. No, I’m not. I’m fine. I- “

You cut yourself off, hand covering your mouth and groaning as the urge to throw up returned.

Bucky’s head tilted as he looked at you, eyebrow raised and a small smile daring you to say ‘fine’ again.

“I’m never babysitting again.”

Bucky chuckled, no believing that for a second. You loved little Morgan like your niece and cried when she first called you ‘Aunt’. You couldn’t stay away from her, even if she did share her germs.

After helping you into comfortable clothes and back to bed, under the covers this time, he put a DVD on the tv and left the room.

Less than 10 minutes later he returned with a steaming mug and a plate of toast.

A smile graced his lips at your grabby hands and passed you the large mug. It was one of your favourites, a Christmas gift from Peter. Adorned with a little black cat holding a knife with the words, ‘I am small and sensitive, but also fight me’. You loved it.

Wrapping both hands around the mug, you brought it up to your face. The aroma of ginger tea already made you feel better and more relaxed.

But when Bucky sat next to you and presented you with the plate of toast, your nose wrinkled in disgust. The thought of eating anything didn’t sound appealing right now.

“Come on, Y/N. You have to eat something; you’ll only feel worse if you don’t.”

You knew he was right, and his face told you he wouldn’t be backing down. He might even resort to force feeding you if he had to.

The tea had been drunk and toast eaten, and now you were wrapped in strong arms, the metal of the left one feeling good against your warm skin.

Bucky leaned down to kiss you, but you flinched back.

“Don’t kiss me.”

“Doll, I can’t get sick.”

“Well… what if I throw up on your face?”

He smiled and kissed your head before pulling you into his chest as the two of you settled to finish watching the movie.

Not that you did, his fingers lightly running up and down your arm soon sent you to sleep.

[thetiredbiwrites]

For the requests I got, I have all of them planned, most of them half written and am currently fully writing one of them to put up tomorrow (well later today, it's 1.30am and I'm flagging- which is good, maybe my sleep times are beginning to normalise again 🤞)

(I got one asking for Sebastian, I'm not entirely comfortable writing the actors so I planned it for Bucky- kinda modern au, it's ambiguous, no superhero/avengers mention- but if you really want Sebastian let me know and I'll try❤ )

[hunterscoffee]

Me: *Stares at blank document, expecting words to magically appear*

Computer: *Staring back at me* This is one dumb bitch.

[thetiredbiwrites]

Got a few requests, THANK YOU, done the plans and currently working on actually writing up the full fics 😂😭