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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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The Tree Incident

Written for @steverogersbingo. Space C4 - Firefighter.

Pairing: Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Single Mom!Reader

Word Count: ~1600

Summary: A firefighter comes to your rescue when you find your son stuck in a tree while playing a game of hide-and-seek.

Warnings: mostly fluff though there is mention of bad fathers, some threat of injury (no injury actually takes place), and just a general sense of dread on Reader's part when she spies her son stuck in a tree. If I missed anything please let me know.

A/N: This is my first official piece for Steve Rogers Bingo. I left it open at the end for a part 2 if there's enough interest. Even if there's not, I'll probably end up writing it anyway, because I really love this Steve and this Reader. They deserve all the love and ideas I have for them.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"CJ?"

No answer.

"CJ, this isn't funny anymore. Answer me," you shouted as your gaze scanned frantically the park for any signs of your wayward son. Your voice dropped to a whisper as you added, "Please."

The morning had been so promising, too. A rare day off for the two of you to spend together. It'd been a no-brainer to head to the park near your apartment. Plus, it had the added safety of the nearby firehouse. No one dared to mess with this park because of the firefighters who used it for their daily running routes.

Raking the park another time, you finally spotted a tree you'd ignored before. It was technically beyond the bounds you'd previously laid out for your son. Being such a good kid, you didn't often have to worry about him disobeying you.

Yet, something about the tree beckoned you.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it appeared like the perfect challenge for climbing lovers. The lower branches had some height on them, but a little ingenuity wouldn't keep the most determined climbers away. This included your son.

"CJ?" You called out as you neared the tree.

The dense branches made it hard to make out anyone lurking behind the bright green leaves.

Harder but not impossible.

Bright red sneakers flashed between said leaves as your son's voice finally squeaked out, "Mama, help! We're stuck."

You couldn't recall the last time your feet carried you so fast to one destination.

A gasp left you when you finally spied your wayward son sitting on a branch near the middle of the tall tree. His little hands clasped as tightly as they could to the trunk. If you squinted, you could make out the broken branch not far from him. No doubt how it'd given even under his lighter weight.

"Don't move, baby. I'll get you down," you hollered up to him, your voice dropping low to add, "somehow."

As if summoned by your distress, a trio of firefighters who'd been running the park's perimeter slowed their pace. The blonde one at the front was the first to speak as he asked, "Need some help, ma'am?"

You nodded and pointed towards your son's position in the tree.

His gaze followed your finger as did his friends'.

It took only a moment for all their eyes to widen before they seemed to regain their professionalism.

"You doing okay up there, bud?" the blonde one called out.

CJ nodded.

"Would it be alright if I joined you?"

CJ shook his head frantically. "No, don't. You're too big."

The blonde glanced down at himself and let loose a soft huff of laughter. His eyes sparkled as they met yours for a moment before returning to your son. "You know you're probably right. How about my friend, Buck, here gets a ladder? Think I could join you then?"

"Yeah, okay," CJ gulped. "Could he hurry? We're getting tired."

That was the second time he'd mentioned a 'we', and you still had no clue why.

At least, you didn't until you heard the softest, most pitiful little mew echo from somewhere near your son. A little head poked itself out of his jacket pocket.

"Sorry, mama. I heard him while we were playing hide-and-seek. I only wanted to help him."

"It's okay, baby," you assured him.

As much as you wanted to be mad at him for frightening you, you knew how much your son loved animals. He's always wanted a kitten or a puppy to call his own despite your apartment having a strict no-animal policy. It hasn't stopped him from making his wish so clear every night when he wished upon the North Star. A tradition CJ's father started when CJ had been little more than a preschooler.

The next few minutes passed in a relative blur as the one referred to as Buck dashed back to the fire station across the street to retrieve a ladder. Their other friend went with him, promising to bring back some safety equipment, which didn't exactly make you feel any better about the situation. Both returned soon enough and got everything set up.

The blonde patted your shoulder before he made the climb up the tree. His quick feet soon had him at the same level as your son. The two even spoke quietly for another moment or two before they made their rapid but safe descent.

You didn't feel like those minutes were real until you wrapped your arms around your son. Your hold remained tight as you turned back to the firefighters.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," you repeated as if on a loop.

The blonde grinned. "It's not a problem, ma'am. Just glad we could help out."

Unable to bear being called ma'am one more time, you offered up your name and another heartfelt thanks for all the work the trio did for you and your son.

"Mama, do you think we could keep him?" CJ asked as he pulled the kitten from his pocket. The matted fur had seen better days, but you could almost swear this kitten would be a beautiful gray once it had a proper bath. No doubt its fur would be fluffy and so soft under anyone's touch.

Hating yourself, you could only shake your head. "I'm so sorry, sweetie, but we can't. You know we can't. Not right now anyway. Maybe once we find a new place, but that's not going to be for a little bit."

"What if we keep it a secret? I'm real good at secrets."

"I know you are, baby, but it's just not possible."

Large tears filled your stubborn son's eyes though he hastily swiped at them. Big boys didn't cry, or at least, that's what he'd been told by his father often enough.

"We can't take him to one of those awful shelters, mama. What if no one adopts him? What if no one wants him?"

You didn't know how to answer him, even as your heart broke all over again.

The hole your ex-husband had left in your son would forever be one of the things you'd never forgive him for leaving. The man might've started out as a good father to your little boy, but he'd utterly failed him the day you two could no longer make things work. The same day he'd chosen his new family over his old one with you and CJ.

"Hey, bud, would it be alright if I took him?" the blonde asked, dropping into a squat next to your son. His blue eyes met yours briefly before turning his full attention to your son. "I've been real lonely lately, and I've been thinking about getting a kitten just like this one."

"Do you know how to take care of cats?"

The blonde shook his head. "No, but Buck over there does. He knows all about taking care of them, and I'm sure he'd be willing to teach me if you'll trust me to take this one. I promise you he'll have a good home with me."

CJ spared a glance at the brunette standing nearby. His tiny brows pinched together as he seemed to contemplate this very important decision.

"If it helps, I'll even bring the little guy with me on my shifts at the firehouse. You can check up on him from time to time there to make sure I'm doing it right. As long as your mama is okay with that, that is?"

"Can I see a picture of your cat?" CJ asked the brunette.

The man called Buck pulled out his cell phone and tapped a few times at his screen. Once he was satisfied, he moved closer so he could hold out his phone to your son. The mass of white fur took up the majority of the screen with a pair of bright blue eyes standing out in the middle.

"She's a real handful, my Alpine, but she's a good girl. Has good taste and good judgment, too," Buck offered softly. "She even likes this punk right here, so you know your little friend there will be in good hands. Alpine knows a phony when she sees one. She's at the station right now if you'd like to see for yourself."

"Mama?" A hopefulness entered CJ's expression as he met your gaze.

Knowing you could do this at least for him, you offered him a soft smile and a nod. "Yeah, okay. Let's go meet Alpine and get her approval, hmm?"

CJ didn't need further encouragement as he fell into step at Buck's side with their other friend, who quickly introduced himself as Sam, walked beside them.

The blonde slowed his pace until he walked alongside you.

"I'm Steve, by the way," the blonde finally said, shooting you a shy smile. "I hope I'm not overstepping or anything by offering to take the kitten. I just, I really, um, your son is a great kid, and it hurt to see him so disappointed."

"You barely know him," you couldn't help pointing out.

Steve nodded. "That's true, but I was a lot like him growing up. I was, uh, I was raised by a single mother. My father … He wasn't a good man. He left us when I wasn't much older than CJ, but I can tell he's going to be okay."

That had you slowing your steps further. Your words came out little more than a whisper as you asked, "How do you know that?"

The sweet, charming smile he shot you had your heart skipping a beat while butterflies fluttered in your middle.

"Because you're a good mom."

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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Title: Go Away (Please Stay) Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Universe: MCU Rating: Mature Major Tags: Divorced Tony, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Flashbacks, Insecurity, Non-Explicit Sex Word Count: 4600

Summary: Steve and Tony were together for four years before breaking up due to the events of Civil War. Since then, Tony got back together with and divorced from Pepper. When seven years after their breakup Steve seeks Tony out in his lakehouse, Tony has to decide if he has it in him to give their relationship another chance.

This fic was written for the POTS (18+) Stony Stocking 2024 event of the Put On The Suit MCU SteveTony 18+ Discord Server as my gift for the lovely @soliloquent-stark ♡

This fic fits the square "Go Away" of my @tonystarkbingo Round 8 card, as well as the square Writing Format: Non-Linear of my @cap-ironman STONY BINGO! 2024 Round 2 card, and the February adoptable prompt Exes to Lovers of @steverogersbingo Round 4.

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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A fluffy Tower fic that caught FEELINGS at the end… @steverogersbingo

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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Stumblerella

Summary: You’re clumsy. Luckily, a hero moved in right next to you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: clumsy reader, fluff

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: B1: Retired Steve

Your neighborhood was always a good place to live. People are friendly. No one is nosy, or loud. And, you can have a sunbath without some creep spying on you.

Today you decided to cut your roses. It’s too hot, and maybe too early, but you’re bored. Stuck at home because your boss forced you to take some time off, you didn’t find a better way to kill your free time.

“Miss,” a deep voice calls from across the street, “I’m not an expert, but you shouldn’t cut roses when it's so hot.”

“What?” You frown as a tall guy makes his way over the street to stand in front of your fence. “Hi, what did you say?” You ask.

“The roses,” he says and points at the chosen victims of your boredom. “You will ruin them if you cut them today. It’s too hot.”

“Oh.” While you sweat like a whore at a church, he seems to be unbothered by the heat. His smile widens as you stare at him. He looks familiar, but you’ve always been bad with faces. “Thank you, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, miss.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Steve. Maybe you saw that I moved in across the street.” Steve points over his shoulder at the house Mr. Stevenson left after his wife ran away with her yoga instructor.

“Sorry, I didn’t know someone bought the house,” you reply, ashamed you didn’t bring your new neighbor a gift.

Steve looks at your hand in his. “Will you give me your name too, or do you want me to give you a name?” He jokes.

“Y/N,” you are quick to answer. “Y/N Y/L/N. I live here.” You roll your eyes at your stupid reply. “Uh—if you need anything, just tell me.”

“That’s very kind of you,” he says and squeezes your hand. “You’re the first one not asking me to do something for them.”

“Why would I?” You cock a brow. “I don’t even know you, Steve. I wouldn’t dare ask you for help.”

He smiles and says, “Y/N, whenever you need help, you can ask me. I live just across the street.”

“Watch out!” Steve pushes you out of the way as your car rolls down the street. It’s not very fast but would’ve run you over either way. “Y/N!”

You slowly try to get back up, only to watch Steve stop your car with his body. He puts his hands on your vehicle and rams his feet into the ground.

“What the—?” you gasp audibly. He looks like a superhero at that moment. “What? How?” Your eyes widen as you finally remember where you’ve seen his face before.

“Y/N! Wait!” Steve is suddenly next to you. He snatches your bag with groceries out of your hands and flings them across the street.

For a moment, you’re too shocked to speak or react. Your bag is on fire and slowly turns into dust. Your marshmallows, grapes, and flour are gone, and you mourn their loss.

“How did you…never mind,” Steve laughs as you watch the paper bag burn. “I mean…do you have a lighter in there, or what happened?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Things like that happen to me all the time. My car drives on its own. My heels break. The grocery bag is suddenly on fire.”

“Steve?” You knock at his door, calling Steve’s name. “I know it’s a little late, but I got something—” You shriek when Steve opens the door the moment you lean against it to press your ear to it.

“Y/N?” Steve watches the pie in your hands fly toward him. Steve catches your fall after dodging the pie in time. “Whoa, watch out. We don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Sorry…so sorry. The pie was for you,” you sniff as Steve helps you stand on steady feet again. “Now it’s ruined.”

“Doll, if you wanted me to save you, you could’ve just screamed my name,” Steve jokes as you’d love to hide from him. Embarrassed, you murmur an apology. “You’re a little clumsy, huh? Maybe you should stay close to me from now on.”

A retired hero is still a hero. Steve will make sure you're always safe from now on.

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The lion king

A tattoo covering leads to something unexpected — something beautiful, that neither Bucky nor Steve had in mind then the smaller man walked in to get his tattoo covered.

Pairing: TattooArtist!Bucky Barnes x Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 2.458 Words

Warnings/Tags: Tattoo Artist au, Strangers to lovers, not much knowledge about tattoos, possessiveness, old tattoo as kinda mark, insults, angst, protection, fluff

Authors Note: I went through my Bingo cards and picked out some prompts, so here you are. Hope you enjoy. Divider made by me.

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The small bell above the door of the tattoo shop rings, sending the soft noise through the room and getting the attention of the tattoo artist who’s leaning against the wall while talking to another man.

His ocean blue eyes immediately land on the small man who walks with a lowered head and shaky steps into the tattoo shop. “Yeah, send it my way, then we will get ya dick that tattoo, Tommy,” the owner of the shop laughs and pats the Tommy guy's shoulder before focusing on the blond man who walks over to the counter. “Ya can come over here, workin’ along today.”

The smaller man looks up, nodding at the Tommy guy who walks out of the shop before he turns his gaze to the brunette owner. “O-oh, okay, sorry.”

“No need,” Bucky says and sits down on his stool, nodding toward the chair that’s next to him for the other man to sit down. The blond-haired man walks over, sitting down at the foot of the chair. His head lowered once more, his blue eyes focused on his sweating hands. “Ya look pretty tense. Some kind of bet that ya here?”

Steve shakes his head; he takes a shaky breath. He slowly looks up, using one of his hands to run over his forehead and wipe a few strands out of his face. “N-not really. It’s just— I got a tattoo, and I wanted to ask if you could— can you remove it or put another motive above it?”

“Both are possible; we can remove it in a few sessions. But we can also cover it with whatever ya would like,” Bucky nods, moving closer with the chair to sit in front of Steve. “Where’s the tattoo?”

“Uhm– m-my chest, left chest,” Steve mumbles, pointing with a finger to the place where the tattoo is underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “It’s— not that big of a tattoo, but it’s, uhm, I don’t like it.”

“That’s fine, let's have a look, yeah? Is it a new one, or have you had it for a while already?” Bucky asks, keeping his attention on the smaller man while he tries to keep his voice as assuring and soft as possible.

Bucky pushes both of his thick, tattooed arms up on his thighs, waiting for Steve to take off his shirt so he can have a look at the tattoo.

“Can you take off your shirt?” Bucky asks when the other man doesn’t move except rubbing his sweaty hands over his pants. “There’s no one who will watch, if that’s what would make ya uncomfortable.”

“Y-yeah, sorry,” Steve mumbles, feeling like an idiot. Of course, he has to take off his shirt to let the other man see the tattoo and remove or cover it. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to place it in his lap, his head immediately lowering.

Bucky moves closer, taking a better look at the tattoo. He frowns slightly, tilting his head before he leans back and nods to himself. “It’s not made in a tattoo shop, is it?”

Steve shakes his head, earning a soft hum from the owner of the shop. “Is it that bad?”

“Mhm?” Bucky looks up, smiling softly. The tattoo isn’t bad at all, but it looks like it’s only inked on the surface of his skin. But also the small scars around it, it didn’t heal the way it should have, probably the lack of care for it — the lack of knowledge about care for tattoos. “It’s not bad, but as a pro, you notice when it’s not made by a professional. The ink isn’t as deep in your skin as artists usually make it, and you have those scars around it, often through lack of care for the tattoo after getting it.”

“Oh, my– It’s not made by someone who is a professional; I don’t even know if he ever did a tattoo before,” Steve mumbles, a soft smile caressing his lips as he looks at the tattoo on his chest. His smile fades slightly, his fingers tracing the black letters that say ‘B.R’s property’. Bucky nods slightly, leaning back on his chair before sighing softly.

“So, we could remove it, or we could cover it; what do you prefer?” He asks softly, a soft smile spreading on his lips when he watches the smaller man in front of him. Steve shrugs, interlacing his fingers in his lap while looking around for a moment. When his eyes settle back on the thick man in front of him, he shrugs again. “Do you like any specific things? Like Disney or animals?”

Steve nods, smiling softly. “I do; the one I like the most is The Lion King.”

“How about Simba and Nala then? Or the paws?” Bucky suggests, leaning over to a counter to pull out a small book. The front shows a bunch of tattoos, and when he opens it, Steve's mouth almost drops open. There are so many possibilities of tattoos. Bucky opens a side with a bunch of different lion motives, also the two he mentioned before. He turns it toward the other man to let him have a better look. “These are some of the options, or you can have a look at the other motives. Maybe think about it again, if you want?”

“I would- I would like to do it today,” Steve mumbles. “And covering sounds good, I guess.”

Bucky nods, noticing the uncertainty in Steve's voice when it comes to the covering but the determination to get rid of the current motive. He keeps holding the book in front of the other man; Steve stares at the pages, sighing softly before he points at a tattoo that shows two paws next to one another. ‘The king and the queen’ are written above it.

“Could you change the ‘queen’ to ‘king’ too? I'm not that much into women,” Steve asks, his cheeks immediately heating up. Bucky chuckles low in his throat and nods; he places the book to the side.

“Definitely, get comfy; I will get the motiv ready, and then we can start. Do you want a drink or a snack?” Bucky offers, getting off the chair while he walks to a small fridge, his eyes never leaving the smaller man.

“Water, if you have some, please,” Steve mutters, leaning back on the chair. Bucky nods and gets a bottle of water out of the fridge. He moves back to the other man, hands him the bottle, and gets everything ready for the tattoo.

The small shop is filled with the voices of the two of them, and so is laughter. The more Steve is around the other man, the more he relaxes and finds it easier to get into a conversation with Bucky. While Bucky started a few topics to help Steve calm down, he now smirks at the small man who explains one after another thing to the tattoo artist.

The bell above the door of the shop is audible once again, and before Bucky could greet whoever walked into the small shop, he feels Steve tensing. The smaller man pushes himself further into the chair; his eyes widen as he stares at the person who walked in.

“Thought I would find you everywhere, but- Are you seriously letting MY tattoo be covered by what, your little fantasy, baby motives?” the man says roughly, walking further into the room and toward the other two men. “Man, you can stop with that tattoo; my boyfriend thought it would be fun to make me mad, huh?”

Bucky turns around, looking at the broad man who stands a few feet away from them. The mat obviously scares the smaller man; Steve is curling himself together on the chair, trying to hide his naked chest and the new tattoo on his skin.

“I don't think it's your decision what he’s doing with his body, don’t you think so?” Bucky asks, his voice remaining soft, but there is a dangerous edge when he speaks. The other man walks closer to him, a smirk causing his lips to curl upwards, but his eyes are as cold as ice when Brock looks at the two others.

“It's mine, and he knows. He just has to be a fucking manwhore,” Brock growls, taking another step closer to Steve. Bucky pushes himself off the chair, blocking the other man's path. Steve always thought Brock was already impressive with his muscles and size, but with Bucky in front of him, he looks pretty small. Bucky stands straight, his thick muscles tense when Brock dares to take another step closer.

“A man whore, you say? Damn, I didn’t know I would have such an amazing customer today. Instead of wanting a tattoo, he's here to get fucked, huh?” Bucky jokes, his voice holding no amusement, nor does his expression. Brock's expression darkens further; he huffs before trying to get past the muscular man in front of him.

Bucky grasps him by the collar of his shirt, a chuckle escaping him as Brock tries to push his hand away. The brunette grip tightens even further around the fabric, and he pulls the other man a bit closer to him.

“I better not hear another word from you about Steve being a whore or anything degrading; you get that?” Bucky growls, his tone sharp while he glares at the other man with a dark and dangerous expression. Brock nods, swallowing thickly when he feels the strength of the tattoo artist; it's not just thick muscles from some drugs; those muscles are really trained. “Good boy, now you move your ass out of my studio.”

He pushes the other man backward to the exit, watching him intently. Brock glares at the taller man but does as he is told; he leaves the tattoo shop without another word. With a soft sigh, Bucky runs his thick fingers through his brown locks, turning back to Steve, who's still pulling his knees tightly against his chest, his blue eyes widened.

“B.R., I guess, huh?” Bucky says, his voice still holding the rough edge, but he softly calms down. “Are you okay?”

Steve nods, taking a shaky breath before he slowly relaxes. “Brock, yes. He's my ex-boyfriend, but- uhm, he’s still mad that we broke up. Thank you, Buck.”

“No problem. Manwhore, he says. Did you cheat on him? You don't look like the guy who would cheat on someone,” Bucky mumbles while getting back to work. He runs his rough fingers along Steve's chest, making him shiver before he finishes the motive.

“No cheating, but he thought I did. And then he got pretty possessive and aggressive. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend being all possessive but not aggressive; protective suits better,” Steve says, a small smile creeping back on his lips while he watches Bucky. The brunette nods, his tongue poking between his lips, and Steve notices that Bucky always does it when he's concentrated, either poking his tongue out or into his cheek with that sweet frown on his face. “You shouldn't frown too much; when you do it every time you work, you will get wrinkles there.”

Bucky looks up, a smug grin on his plump lips. “Do you watch me? But yeah, isn't it easy not to when you’re so concentrated? I'm glad I stopped biting my lips bloody.”

“But now you poke your tongue out or through your cheek,” the smaller man giggles, earning a raised eyebrow from Bucky. The brunette chuckles, leaning back slightly to have a better look at Steve. “I-I’m not– I’m not staring at you.”

Bucky laughs, rough but raw. “Of course, you don’t. You didn’t stare, Stevie; you studied, huh?” Bucky teases with a poke into the smaller man’s side. Steve giggles, wiggling a bit before he leans back again for Bucky to do his work. “Mhm, of course. So, sit still; we have to use some healing cream pads and foil to fix it. It helps your skin heal easier without scars after.”

“Thank you, Buck, really. Not just for tattooing…” Steve says, smiling softly while his heart beats start racing once the thick man flexes his muscles to lean over and get the healing cream pads he was talking about. “Also for not asking any questions about the tattoo or my decision to cover it. And for your amazing suggestion for the new tattoo. But also for the help with Brock, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t worry, it’s my job, isn’t it?” Bucky laughs, placing some of the pads on Steve’s chest before fixing it with some tape and foil. “And with Brock, I can’t let this ass hurt the sweet man sitting in front of me here, can I?”

Steve blushes, shaking his head. Of course, Bucky could have ignored it. But Steve found out a bit about the other man already, and one thing he knows about Bucky is that he protects people he cares for, and he hates violence.

“Uhm, can I, maybe, make it up to you?” Bucky’s just about to open his mouth. He wants to tell the smaller man that there’s nothing to make up, since Steve didn’t do anything, but the smaller man interrupts him. “I insist., please.”

“To make it up or to get to know me better?” The brunette jokes, grinning at Steve, who blushes again. For whatever reason, the brunette can read Steve like a book, and they just had some fun talks while he got his tattoo.

“Maybe– how about both? I-I mean if you’re interested, I just really enjoyed our talk. And I would love to… get to know you better,” Steve confesses, earning a low growl from Bucky. His eyes narrow slightly, unsure if he said something wrong until he notices the grin on Bucky’s face.

“I should have changed the ‘B.R.’ to ‘Bucky Barnes',” he chuckles, causing the smaller man to blush once again. “You’re adorable when you blush; I can’t even keep my eyes off of you. How about the small coffee shop? Bet you would love that.”

“I do, and I would love to, but let me pay for the tattoo first.”

“You’re not going to pay anything for my mark on your skin. Now take off your shirt and swing your pretty ass off the chair to join me for a coffee,” the brunette grins. He cleans a bit, watching the other man intensely with his ocean blue eyes. Already planning for the perfect place to share their first kiss, probably in the small corner of the little shop, curled into the booth, cuddled in one another with their favorite sweets.

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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my first fill for @steverogersbingo round 4!! 🥰🥰

Even though Tony is well aware that Steve really doesn't want or need expensive things, he itches to spend money on him anyway.

Rating: G

Word count: 1.5k

Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Major tags: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional tags: Established Relationship, Philanthropist Tony Stark, Comfort Reading, Crack Treated Seriously, Gift Giving, Donations

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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Melancholy modern AU holiday fic, anyone… @steverogersbingo

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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Written for @steverogersbingo Square A1 "Retired Steve" @thundershieldbingo Square "Exes to Lovers"

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Stucky AU: Slice of life

For @jackulwulf 💚

Bucky first spoke to his neighbour—his new hot neighbour—under the guise of needing a cup of sugar.

Two years later they were engaged and sharing a home with their rescue kitten, Alpine.

Includes @stuckybingo fill: domesticity / Gen Prompt Bingo, fill: fluff / @ao3tagbingo fill: POV outsider / @seasonaldelightsbingo Under The Sea Bingo, fill: free space / @multifandom-flash National Candy Month Bingo, fill: May I borrow a cup of sugar? / @steverogersbingo fill: soulmate/red string of fate /

@queer-it-up-bingo fill: beautiful smile / @buckybarnesbingo fill: compromise

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steverogersbingo · 4 months ago

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Stars Call Home

My entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #294 — Cursed Trio, read under the cut or on Ao3 here.

Also a fill for: @steverogersbingo | Sam Wilson (february adoptable) / @stuckybingo | Writing Format: flashfic + February theme: Distance / @buckybarnesbingo | AU: soulmates

Fandom: Captain America (Anthony Mackie Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Tags: Spoilers for Movie: Captain America: Brave New World (2025), Missing Scene, Soulmates AU, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Summary: Sam and Bucky return home after Sam’s final fight with Ross. There’s a conversation pending between them and Steve, but their partner doesn’t take long to reach out.

Wordcount: 1,096 words

The way back home had been quiet, except for Bucky’s glances that Sam ignored, and himself fidgeting with the side buttons of his phone, grabbing it as if it could ring at any moment with updates of Joaquín’s status.

Bucky gave him his space during the ride. He had run from the airport back to the hospital to pick him up, and his luggage was on the truck. His hand, on the middle seat of the back of the car to be close to Sam, an offer for when he wanted to take it.

Pain slightly lingered on Sam’s face still, a discomfort settled in his head, in general, and his healing cuts, particularly. The wounds, internal and mental after the fight against Ross —a freaking red Hulk now—, would take longer to heal. Sam would have to pay him a visit in the Raft when he’s ready, but for now he just wanted to get home, relax with Bucky and try to forget that one of his arms had ended up on a sling.

But until then, he managed to let go of his phone and stretched out his good arm to take Bucky’s hand. Sam turned to him, and was comforted with a knowing look and a slight squeeze. He was sure Bucky would want to say a few things to his face, but he was containing himself so as not to speak in front of the driver.

Sam brushed his thumb over Bucky’s hand, and saw how goosebumps got to the tiny bit of skin he could see over the collar of Bucky’s jacket, where the vibranium ended. Then, he closed his hand around Bucky and held it tight.

He cleared his voice. “How bad is it?”

Bucky looked at him, this time a glance Sam received. “Stings a bit.”

“I’ll kiss it later.” It was not teasing.

You see, the worst thing about having two soulmates in your life, is that you find out the hard way —correction, probably the only bad thing. All your marks are connected, and you feel the pain your mate feels at the same time. Or, in this case, your mates.

That’s why Sam felt the mark on his wrist burning that day he was fixing the boat in Delacroix (while New York was being attacked by aliens), or why he felt it sting that night before Steve and Natasha showed up at his door, dust all over their hairs telling him about a freaking building collapsing over them.

And he also felt it that time he was visiting Bucky in Wakanda, when Bucky felt free and was showing him the lake and popular songs. A goat bit Bucky’s hand so hard that he had to take Sam back to town and treat him to something sweet as repay.

He hadn’t felt anything in so long that he tried to enjoy the pain now and then: it reminded him he was back alive, and Steve and Bucky were with him. Sam hated the part of that which included that his mates had to get hurt, of course, but bruising over it, tracing the three-star shape of the mark he shared with Steve and Bucky, it was enough to remind him of how lucky he was to experience that love.

Anyway, if Bucky and Steve hadn’t had the super soldier-serum, they’d be really mad at him for the beating Ross had given him. If it stung for Bucky, Sam only hoped Steve wouldn’t be feeling it harder.

When they got home, Bucky took his luggage to the bedroom and Sam looked at the mess that the rest of the house was in. He didn’t remember when was the last time he slept there and not in the office, but that wasn’t an excuse. And for once, he couldn’t blame it on Joaquín (who, by his maths, should have taken over the whole hospital stack of chocolate pudding by now).

Bucky’s arms around him brought Sam back. “A jacket not-on the hanger and two unwashed dishes are not a mess, Wilson.”

“Well, I should be glad you haven’t seen the empty packet of cookies on the counter and the laundry in the washing machine that I was supposed to do.”

Bucky chuckled, and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Did you even phone Steve?”

He let go, and that gave Sam the hint that he was being serious. But he caught his hand, and walked him to the chaise longue. “I didn’t, between the White House and Virginia and Japan and then … the White House again.” Sam didn’t chuckle, because he knew his chest would hurt.

“I expected that,” Bucky said. He helped Sam make himself comfortable on the longer part of the couch before taking off his suit jacket, his shoes, his arm and lay next to him, just taking Sam in. “He was supposed to come down from the station next week, so you can’t hide from him forever. And something tells me he may not wait that long—”

He was interrupted by Sam’s phone ringing. Sam moved like a flash to take it out of his pocket and didn’t react at first to what he was seeing on screen. He was waiting for a call from the hospital, of course, fearing the words, or a call from Joaquín with new ideas for his Falcon suit and updates for Redwing.

Sam was not, of course, expecting to see the name of Steve trying to put him onto a video call.

“Told you,” Bucky whispered, and laid closer to him. “Answer, or he’ll crash a satellite on the rooftop, just saying.”

Sam gave him a side look before swiping right and accepting the call. He tried his best to smile when he saw Steve, but he was frowning and the cuts on Sam’s face would hurt, so he didn’t.

“Sam, tell me you didn’t tear apart the freaking white House.”

“Hello, Steve, I’ve missed you too,” Sam quipped. “I was actually trying to avoid that, but I guess you get cable on the space now.”

“It’s all over the internet,” Steve pointed out.

“Don’t tell me Bucky made you download the clock app too!” Sam let his head fall back over the cushions.

There was a pause. What kind of spatial-data was Steve calling though, anyway?

“It was all too quick to call back-ups,” Sam blurted out. “And I’m not sorry.”

Steve smiled. “I’ll be back on Earth in two days.”

Distance relationships definitely can work when one of your boyfriends is the captain of a space-station, confirmed.

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