The boys read some more fan fic and make fools of themselves in front of Tony. One of the fics gets a little smutty, there’s your warning!
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“Buck.” Steve cleared his throat, scratching along his chin uneasily. “There’s only one bed.”
“So?” Bucky tossed their bag onto the rickety chair near the window. “It’s a room, Stevie. We’ve been sleeping on th’ fuckin’ ground getting eaten alive by all sortsa bugs for six days. It’s a room, it’s a bed—“ Bucky tore the cap off a warm beer and took a long drink, grimacing at the taste. “— so I’m gonna pound this piss poor excuse for beer and pass out against that shitty lookin’ pillow. You’re more than welcome to sleep on the floor if you’re gonna be weird about it.”
“I’m just saying it seems a little…” Steve cleared his throat again. “… I mean, after what happened I thought you wouldn’t want to be around me? Feels like things are maybe a little–”
“We has to snuggle for warmth.” Bucky interrupted. “It was raining, it was fuckin’ freezing, we needed body warmth, it is what it is. We got all cuddled up, you got a little morning wood, ended up humping me a little, it happens. We’re guys. Stop being stupid about it.”
“BUCKY!” Steve turned bright red. “It’s not like I mean to do– to do that!”
“It’s fine, Stevie.” A look Steve had never seen before flickered through Bucky’s eyes. “Wasn’t like I pushed you away, you know?”
“I guess you didn’t.” Steve said awkwardly, remembering in vivid detail how Bucky had grabbed at him for just a few seconds, how the metal fingers had felt digging into his thigh and pulling him into Bucky’s body again. “But you’re right. No reason for things to be weird, we’ll share a bed and I’ll try not to uh– to rub against you tonight.”
Bucky didn’t say anything to that, but his gaze dropped over Steve’s body, lingering below his waist until Steve started shifting nervously.
“Well then.” Bucky finally said. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll save you some water.”
“Yeah.” Steve dropped onto the bed, and then jumped right back up, somehow turning an even brighter shade of red, mortified over the direction his thoughts had suddenly gone, the thought of sharing a real bed with Bucky enough to make him–
“You got a real stupid look on your face right now, Stevie.” Bucky cracked a grin. “Stop over thinkin’ it, huh?”
Tag: fic recs; author recs
Inked was amazing. I have 4 tattoos and I really want more. They’re some of the first things in my life that I have that are JUST for ME. They’re mine and I can always look down at them & know I have something I can control. Something I can look down at & feel good about, something I can feel is beautiful, even when I’m feeling like garbage. I love Peter’s journey from getting his tattoos to hurt himself to getting them to remind him that he’s doing a good job. I love Wade for showing him that.
This ^^ is exactly right. Peters tattoos are about control,’something that is his to see however he wants to. So yes, it starts out as sort of a harmful coping mechanism but turns into something beautiful BUT it didn’t require him changing his way of coping it just required him changing his perception of how he was coping.
Like Wade wasn’t going to tell him to stop getting inked, but he was going to tell him to stop seeing it as punishment and see it as more of a reward
Healing from (insert literally anything here) starts with a shift in perception of ourselves and grows from there and that’s the point I was trying to make when it came to Peter healing. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t easy but it started with switching from “I’m bad for this reason” to “I’m good for this reason”
Preview of TSWW Chapter Two
“I was bored today so I did a little reading.” Bucky’s grin was just this side of wicked. “How come you never told me you were weak for the way my words roll when I talk Brooklyn to ya?” Dark blue eyes narrowed in his direction and Bucky cleared his throat before crooning, “C’mere Stevie, lemme stitch ya up. Why ya gotta fight like this baby doll? What’s’a matta wi’ya?”
“What the fuck was that?” Steve said flatly, thoroughly unimpressed. “What was that voice? Why are you talking like that?”
“That’s my fan fiction voice.” Bucky frowned at him. “You don’t like it? It’s how I talk in all the stories.”
“You talk to me like that again and I’ll break your nose.” Steve threatened and ducked back under the water.
“Break my nose?” Bucky started laughing. “Is it because you’re all angsty and worked up from the fight? Still got some of that–” he checked the page. “–battle lust roaring through you and need to work it out? Gonna bloody my nose and then–” another check. “–make me gasp over how big your dick is? For someone so small you sure fuck like a–argh!”
He yelped when a big hand reached out and yanked him through the curtain and into the shower, the tablet slipping from his fingers and smacking onto the tile floor, blacking out as the water poured over it.
“Damn it! My tablet!” he cried, and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. “You did that on purpose!”
“Take your clothes off so I can fuck you.” Steve ripped the shirt right down the middle and shoved the pieces onto the floor. “Come on.”
“It’s my Brooklyn voice isn’t it!” Bucky crowed, trying and nearly failing to wiggle out of the wet denim. “Gets you all hard and horny?”
“Not even a little bit.” Steve deadpanned, spinning Bucky so he was facing the wall. “But fucking you is a sure fire way to get you to shut up and stop talking about fan fiction.”
The Stories We Write (Stuckony)(Chapter One)
Welcome to the Story! Stucky discovers Fan Fiction!
(Masterlist coming soon)
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“Uh sorry, what?” Bucky leaned further over the podium and narrowed his eyes curiously at the reporter. “What did you call that? Fan fiction?”
“Yes!” The young woman held out her recorder eagerly. “Since you and Captain America–” a nervous glance and a titter in Steve’s direction. “– are the first openly gay super hero couple, there is a pretty substantial amount of fan fiction written about you, and one of the questions in our reader poll was whether or not–” She checked her notes. “-whether or not Steve and Bucky read the stories under their tag on Tumblr.”
“Uh–Uh–” Bucky’s mouth opened a little awkwardly, and he ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes. “I can’t really say? I mean, I didn’t even know what– what is fan fiction exactly? What the hell is a tumbler?”
“I’d really rather not say.” The reporter turned pink. “But you should definitely Google it.” A pause, and then she pushed the recorder back towards him and asked, “You do know what Google is, don’t you? Our readers were very interested in exactly how adjusted you are to 21st century life. Are computers something you use often?”
“Uh thank you, Ms. Robinson.” Steve cut in when Bucky started looking a little panicked. “I can assure you that Bucky does know what Google is, and thanks to Tony, he even has his own tablet.”
An impressed murmur from the crowd, and Steve stepped on Bucky’s toe when the big brunette started to scowl. “Be polite.” he whispered, and then louder to the reporter, “Um, I don’t know what fan fiction is, but going back to your original question before that one? We are of course glad to hear that being open with our relationship is encouraging other people to also be open in theirs.”
“Bucky and I spent a long time hiding who we were from the world and being able to do this–” He laced his and Bucky’s fingers together, holding them up for the cameras to see. “– feels pretty great.”
Tony is sick of Pepper picking out his dates for events (“I’m a grown man.” “No strippers.” “Pepper, dancing is an honest job and takes a lot of-“ “Tony.”) and so he does the only rational thing. He gets drunk and orders an online Russian bride. In Natalia’s profile, yes he read it, she says she has a brother that she wants to come with her. When he scrolls to the next picture his brain practically short circuited, because holy shit. Her brother is fucking gorgeous; he’s tall and muscular with stormy, grey eyes and a scowl that makes Tony feel all tingly inside. He’s probably not really her brother and it’s just a scheme for Natalia to bring her lover to the states, but Tony doesn’t give a shit. He’d do anything to see that glare in person.
Tony’s never made a payment faster in his life than he did now (he’ll worry about
makinggetting them permanent visas later).Natalia is thrilled with the entire arrangement.
Tony makes it perfectly obvious that what he REALLY needs is Pepper approved companionship to various events, and Natasha is gorgeous and hilarious in a “I might actually kill you” sort of way, and over the course of countless charity events and press conferences with the stunning redhead on his arm, they actually become friends.
Now instead of just Pepper approved companionship, Natasha teaches Tony to cook and they laugh through terrible movies and there’s no photographic proof but they definitely have painted each other nails.
Bucky on the other hand is silent and sullen and rarely leaves the Tower at all, only speaks in Russian, and watches Tony with the sort of intensity that leaves Tony in a constant state of scare-rousal.
But Tony tries anyway, and when he and Natasha cook he teases and flirts and cajoles until Bucky eats some, and he learns some basic Russian and tries (Terribly) to speak it and Natasha almost falls out of her chair laughing over his just awful accent but Bucky smiles a little over it so Tony keeps trying.
Laundry gets mixed up and Tony ends up wearing one of Buckys shirts and loves it so much he just keeps it? Bucky approves.
Bucky needs chapstick one day and Natasha gives him pale pink gloss and he scowls but puts it on and Tony APPROVES.
Tony can’t sleep and ends up downstairs to watch a movie and completely interrupts Bucky in what is apparently a nighttime ritual of America’s Next Top Model re runs and huge bowls of ice cream.
Bucky wanders into the lab and gives a high girly scream when JARVIS speaks to him and after Tony stops cackling he gives Bucky his own code to the lab.
And then one day, one day when Tony needs Natasha to go with him to some gala, Bucky goes with him instead in some ridiculously fitted tux and his hair pulled back and Tony almost dies.
And that night Bucky walks Tony to his room and taps at his own cheek and very clearly says, “Kiss.”
Tonys never been ordered to give a cheek kiss before but he’s also never had the hots for a terrifying Russian guy, so he puckers up and kisses his cheek.
And then his mouth.
And Bucky probably breaks the door when he pushes it open but whatever.
And Tony has HICKEYS like a mothafucka the next morning but whatever.
And Natasha starts calling Bucky Tonys mail order bride and Bucky puts her in a headlock because that’s what siblings do.
Stuckony Fanfic Within A Fanfic (damn that needs a title)
“Stevie?” Bucky dropped his jacket and dove onto the bed, full panic mode because Steve was crying on the bed, holding onto a pillow and gasping for breath through a sob and Bucky was panicking. “Babydoll what’s wrong? What’s wrong? Do you hurt? Are you sick? Did your cough come back? Is it your heart? Your lungs? The diabetes? What is it?”
“Bucky.” Steve sniffed loudly and scrubbed the tears from his cheeks. “I haven’t even had a cold since before the war, its certainly not diabetes, Im not hurting.” He paused, then his face crumpled. “Not physically anyway!”
“Well for fucks sake what’s wrong?” Bucky bellowed, grappling at Steve until the big blonde landed in his lap. “How come I gotta walk into th’ bedroom and you’re cryin?”
“Ireadafic.” Steve mumbled and after a few seconds to interpret the rushed together words, Bucky’s expression cleared in realization, then reclouded in annoyance.
“A fuckin’ fanfic is making you bawl like this? WHY?”
“This writer!” Steve felt around for his tablet. “Whoever this @youknowwhoiam is? They wrote a soulmate fic where they’re in love with us and we’re in love with them and we’re all soulmates? But since we’re super soldiers and don’t really age…”
“We stayed young and they got old and died.” Bucky finished and Steve nodded miserably. “C’mon Stevie, you know ya can’t read fics like that. You remember what happened when you read that one where they cough up flowers because of unrequited love or whatever? You were a mess!”
“I need to tell them I cried over this fic.” Steve blew his nose loudly. “I need an account so I can comment.”
“No one needs to know you’re crying over fanfic.” Bucky said firmly. “Comment anonymously cos I swear to Christ if you comment as Captain America I’ll break up with you.”
Spideypool Dragon AU
MASTERPOST AND ADDITIONAL POSTS HERE
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You’re quiet tonight. The end of Wade’s tail whipped around and poked Peter in the face. You usually talk my ear off after you get back from a few daus in the village. Another poke. What are you thinking about?
“Nothing.” Peter lied, and smacked the tail away. “Quit hitting me, I don’t want your tail in my face. That is so rude, no wonder you have to stay in the woods. Not manners fit for people.”
Lies. The dragon snorted. “About what you’re thinking and about you not liking my tail. Humans are kinky, you know you’ve thought about–
“For the love of god.” Peter jabbed his elbow into Wade’s side, bouncing harmlessly off the scales. “Don’t say things like that! All the things I think about you, I can promise none of them involve your tail!”
Every Inch of You (SWS #53)
Based on a prompt from @pumpkin-spidey for intersex!Peter finding love with Wade after so many people rejecting him.
(Author’s note: Talks about sexual/gender identity can be very feels-heavy, but because this is Spideypool I tried for a lighter approach. I have a follow up part, a sexy times scene and depending on how everyone likes this one I might post it)
Also, this is long so I’m posting it on Saturday lol
SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE
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Wade didn’t mean to snort Mountain Dew out of his nose, and holy hell did it burn and he wouldn’t be smelling or tasting anything for a week, but that wasn’t important.
What was important was that Peter’s eyes filled with tears and he started shoving away from the table, gathering his backpack and jacket and mumbling about having to go right now.
“Pete!” Wade coughed and wiped at his face as he tried to run after his boyfriend. “Pete! Wait come back! Pete!”
“Leave me alone.” Peter sniffed and kept right on walking. “I don’t know why I expected you to act like any less of an asshole than you usually do, but some how I’m still surprised.”
“Pete, please.” Wade snagged his jacket, careful not to pull too hard, because last time he’d down that Peter had turned and clocked him right into a wall. “Just wait up a minute and let me try that again. I won’t react like such a dick this time, I swear, you just sort of–” he threw his hands up. “You just sort of surprised me is all.”

GUYS!
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My package from @not-close-to-straight arrived yesterday while I was taking care of my uncle! When I left the hospital I had to go straight to work but after a long night closing, this was an amazing thing to come home to! I can’t wait to reread them and snuggle them in with the rest!
Thank you, Kara!! 💛💖💚💗💜❤💙