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Fictober 2024 - Blog Posts
Fictober Day 10
"Loving you is the easiest thing in the world."
SamBucky, post-TFATWS, happy!Bucky, trans!Bucky, body dysphoria, body dysmorphia. Mentions of transphobia/homophobia.
Idea from this post!
Bucky stared at himself in the mirror after a shower, towel tied around his waist, water dropping from his hair. He glared at the scars decorating his body; the ones under his pecs, the ones curved over the joint of his left shoulder, and various other nicks littered about his skin.
But the ones he was most concerned about were the ones under his pecs. The ones made with the most caution, even and curved.
He had gotten a surgery back in the 30's, where it was never approved of to be ‘different’ in that way. Where he could've be killed just for being a man, or for loving a man.
The two ideas contradicted each other when it came to the logic of such bigoted people- who Bucky later learned were called transphobic and homophobia. On one hand, if people had known, Bucky would have never been considered a man. But on the other, he would be when it came to dating one.
He always found it ridiculous. It had always made his chest ache deeply and his eyes prick up.
As he stared in the mirror, he began to cry, hatred for his body popping up in his mind. Part of him knew that Sam didn't care, but he still couldn't help but think, just for a moment, that maybe he was in the way of Sam experiencing something real.
A knock comes from the bathroom door, Sam's voice concerned as he speaks.
“Bucky? You alright in there, man?”
Bucky hiccups, shaking his head. “N-No.”
Sam immediately cracks the door open, peaking in, met with the sight of Bucky's hands clenched on thd edge of the counter, tears pouring down his face as he stared in the mirror with a disgusted look.
“How… How could you love this?” He hiccups, gesturing to his chest. Sam inches his way in, closing the door behind him as he places a hand on Bucky's shoulder.
“Bucky, loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You know that, right? I don't care what parts you have or don't, man. It doesn't matter. Because I love you.”
Bucky sniffs, looking over at him with a sad look, a soft pout on his lips. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Sam says, smiling gently as he runs a hand through Bucky's hair. “Now. How about we get you dressed and get some breakfast? You must be starving.”
Bucky hiccups as he nods, turning to throw his arms around Sam, face in his shoulder. Sam holds him tightly with no quarrels on how long they stood there. He could care less if they stood there until Bucky was completely dry and they had both grown gray hairs. It didn't matter as long as Bucky was cared for.
“I got you.” He says, holding Bucky close as he calms down.
Once he is calm, Bucky withdraws, swiping at his face. He takes in a shuddering breath as he takes the moment to smile at Sam.
“You're the best damn boyfriend I've ever had, Sam.” He says, face flushing. “But I guess that ain't much a competition.”
Sam chuckles and presses a kiss to Bucky's forehead before leading him to their room, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as he grabs Bucky's clothes.
Bucky immediately starts changing himself, hanging up his towel once he was done. He takes Sam's hand without another word and starts leading him towards the kitchen.
Sam starts breakfast, Bucky watching him from the kitchen table as the two chat about everything and nothing, exchanging small smiles and flirty jokes.
Fictober Day 9
“You need to pay better attention.”
Stranger things, Steddie, friends AND lovers, Steve tutors Eddie (unsuccessfully), soft!Eddie
Prompt thanks to this blog
“You need to pay better attention, Eds.” Steve sighs as Eddie hands him his report card with a frown, the paper crumpled from being at the bottom of the bag.
“But look! I got a C in english!” He exclaims, trying desperately to distract him from the F's in math and science.
Steve shakes his head with a fond smile, pulling Eddie down to sit next to him as he looks over the grades.
“I swear I thought we went over this stuff, babe. What did you struggle with?”
Eddie shrugs, leaning into Steve's side, pressing his face in his shoulder. “I dunno. Its just hard.”
Steve frowns, glancing over at him when he notices Eddie's withdrawing tone. “Lets drop this for now, okay?”
Eddie nods, standing as he pulls Steve up and towards his room, discarding his boots as soon as they're through the door. Steve follows promptly and lets Eddie pull him to lay on the bed.
Steve's face is in Eddie's hair, the boys face shoved into his chest. He smiles softly, pulling him closer, running his hand soothingly over his back.
“How'd your day go, baby?” Steve asks, pressing gentle kisses to the top of Eddie's head.
“Alright, I guess. D&D had to be canceled, though.” Eddie scoffs, tightening his grip around Steve's waist. “Some stomach bug is going around.”
“Aw I'm sorry, Eds. But it can always be rescheduled once everyone's feeling better, okay?”
Eddie nods, pressing a kiss to Steve's cheek.
“I know. How bout you? How was your day, Stevie?” Eddie asks, his voice slowly turning into a mumble.
Steve smiles and begins on how his day went, rambling on and on. But after a bit, he notices that Eddie went unnaturally quiet. He smiles softly when he realizes that the boy was fast asleep.
He moves him to lay back, unbuckling his belt and putting it to the side, along with his various rings and necklaces. He covers him up and presses a kiss to his forehead before getting up and rummaging through Eddie's drawers for clothes he could change into.
Once he finds something, he lays down next to Eddie, pulling him into his arms, smiling softly as he falls asleep.
“I'm proud of you, Eddie.” He mumbles, dozing off.
Fictober Day 6
Prompt
"You're good to me, you know. Really good."
WandaNat
Fluff, domesticity
The two lay in bed one night, muscles sore from a long mission, Natasha's fingers grazing over Wanda's bare shoulder, face nuzzled into her hair.
“I love you, Nat.” Wanda speaks up, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, glancing up at her with a kind smile.
“I love you more, Wands.” Nat murmurs, pulling her closer, adjusting the blanket to lay over the both of them. After a few beats of silence, she speaks again.
“You're good for me, you know. Really good. You've made me the happiest I've ever been, Wanda. I love you, alot.”
Wanda smiles softly, curling into Natasha's side, arm slung over her waist and her fingers tracing the creases in the sheets. “I love you too. So, so much.”
Natasha sighs softly, letting her eyes flicker shut, pulling Wanda closer after turning the lamp off.
Once the lights are out, they both start to drift off, their hearts beating in tandem, fingers interlocking together.
“You feel like home to me.” Natasha murmurs before falling asleep, her free hand resting in Wanda's hair. Wanda falls asleep quickly after, her face nuzzled into Natasha's shoulder.
Fictober Day 5
"I'm in love with you."
"Say that again."
Prompt from this list! @f4ult-line
Stranger things, Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington.
Mentions of smut, no details. Otherwise fluff.
(Yall eddie is secretly a huge teddie bear, you cant prove me wrong)
Eddie's sweaty forehead leaned against Steve's shoulder as he pants, fingers shakily adjusting how they lay, legs tangled together.
It had started out as a meaningless screw, a way to loosen up. Theres not many options a queer guy has, afterall. Not in the small town of Hawkins. But for Eddie, it turned into something more. He started staring longer, smiling more, and tried to get as much time with Steve as he could.
“Stevie?” He mumbles, still coming down. Steve hums, eyes flickering open to look down at him.
“Whats up, Eds? Y'need somethin’?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow to fully look at him, brushing aside one of Eddie's loose curls from his forehead.
“I-Steve, I'm… I'm in love with you.” He blurts out, heart pounding as he takes a nervous breath.
Steve's eyes widen and he sits up fully, cupping Eddie's cheek in his hand. But what he says next is shocking.
“Again.” He demands. “Say that again.”
Eddie's nervous expressions turned into shock, a hint of hope flashing across his face. “I'm in love with you. And I know this was supposed to be meaningless, no strings attached. But Steve, I've fallen for you. You-You're wonderful and kind and thoughtful and-”
Steve cuts him off with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah? I love you too, baby.”
Eddie's head snaps up, forehead smacking into Steve's nose. Eddie gasps out, apologies pouring from him as he tries to see how hard he had hit him.
“Baby, baby, I'm fine!” Steve exclaims, hands cupping Eddie's cheeks. “I'm okay.”
Eddie's eyes meet his, a dorky grin appearing on his lips. “You called me baby. I like that. Call me that again.”
Steve snorts, kissing his forehead. “As long as I can call you my boyfriend. How's that sound, babe?”
Eddie nods excitedly, clambering to sit up in Steve's lap, pressing happy kisses all over his face. “Yes, yes, yes! I'll be your boyfriend. I'll be the best damn boyfriend you'll ever have, I swear.”
Steve laughs softly, pulling Eddie closer to his chest, catching Eddie's lips with his own, kissing him gently, slowly.
“Good, ‘cause I don't want anyone other than you, Eds.” He whispers, their foreheads pressed together as they smile at each other contentedly.
Fictober Day 4
Prompt:
"Do you resent me?"
"I resent these circumstances. But I don't blame you for them."
*changed resent to hate
Stucky, angst, hurt/comfort
Steve and Bucky had been together a long while, from friends in the 40s to lovers in the 2000s. Steve was used to waking up to Bucky's nightmares. He was used to calming him down and keeping him sane.
But tonight was something new, something strange. He's woken up to a metal hand around his throat, Russian spilling from Bucky's lips.
“Bucky!” Steve exclaims, trying to pry his hand away, unsuccessful. “Baby, look at me. Wake up.”
Bucky stares down at him, blue eyes piercing his, Steve's words awakening familiarity within him, overriding the fear and instinct.
But when he fully wakes up, he stumbles to his feet and gets himself as far away from Steve as possible, soft sobs escaping him when he realizes what had happened.
Steve rushes to his side, only to be met with a flinch and a gentle hand pushing him away.
“Its okay, Buck. Look at me, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.” He reassures him, sitting a foot away from Bucky, hand outstretched, patiently waiting for Bucky to take it. “Its not your fault.”
Bucky shakes his head, pulling his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. “I coulda hurt you, Steve.” He sniffs, tears pouring. “I love you. Don't wanna hurt you.”
Steve slowly moves closer, hand on Bucky's shoulder. “But you didn't, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.”
Bucky sobs out and leans into him, face pressed into his shoulder. “Don't you hate me?”
“Baby, no. I hate these circumstances. I hate what you've had to go through, what you still have to go through. But I don't blame you for them, okay? So don't blame yourself.”
Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, cradling him to his chest, fingers gently running through his hair as Bucky slowly calms down.
Once his sobs turn into occasional hiccups, Steve speaks. “Buck? Wanna talk about it?”
Bucky shakes his head, burrowing his face deeper into his chest.
Steve sighs and nods. “How about I get you a cup of tea and we can go from there?” Bucky nods in response and Steve gently maneuvers him off his lap, helping him up off the ground.
“Go lay down. I'll be back in a moment, okay?” Steve says, helping Bucky to the bed. Once he nods, Steve presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before padding off to the kitchen. When he returns, its with a mug of tea in his hand, only to see that Bucky had fallen back asleep.
He smiles and sits down on the bed next to Bucky, sipping on the tea he'd originally made for him. “Sweet dreams, Buck.” He whispers, one hand playing with Bucky's hair. He watches over him for the remainder of the night, keeping an eye on his movements and sounds.
Credits for the prompt:
Fictober Day 1
Prompt:
"Im not begging you to stay."
"Why not?"
Stucky, angst, post-endgame
Prompt from:
“Don't do anything stupid ‘till I get back.”
“How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky responds, giving Steve his best smile as he pushes down the feeling of abandonment.
But Steve notices. He always does.
“Buck? You alright?” Steve asks, hand on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky swallows down the lump in his throat, shaking his head as he glances away.
“Its nothin’, Steve. Go get your girl. You owe her a dance, after all.”
Steve scoffs, shaking his head.
“You're upset I'm leaving, aren't you?”
Bucky nods and shrugs his shoulders. “Like I said. Its nothin’. I'm not gonna… I'm not begging you to stay, Steve.”
“Why not?”
That question sends chills down Bucky's spine, his thoughts pausing. But he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling that maybe he should beg for him to stay.
“Why should I?” He asks defensively. “That wouldn't be fair to you, man. You deserve to have a nice life. Who am I to prevent that?”
Bucky scoffs, glancing down at the ground, hair hanging in his face.
“After all this time, you're just gonna abandon me, Steve. What happened to ‘til the end of the line’?” His voice cracks, but he keeps going, his words barely whispers.
“Is this the end of the line?”
Those words send a chill down Steve's spine. He has to take a moment, his eyes wide as he stares at Bucky, comprehending his words.
“Buck-”
Bucky cuts him off with a shake of his head.
“Don't. Don't pity me. Don't stay just because you feel bad, Steve. I'm just dead weight. Leave me behind. You don't need me. No one does or ever will. You're not the scrawny Brooklyn kid in the alleys any more, afterall.”
Steve stares at him, heart pounding. “Bucky, don't say that about yourself. I-I'm sure you'll find a nice girl, settle down. You'l find someone who needs you, I promise.”
“But thats just it, Steve.” Bucky says, looking up at him, voice broken, eyes hardened. “I need you. I love you, Steve. I don't want no nice girl. I want you. Its always been you.”
Oh. The realization hits Steve like a shock of lightning, pieces clicking together in his mind as he thinks back on the old days, when it was just him and Bucky.
The way Bucky would always look at him like he hung the moon. Or how he remembered even the simplest things about him, things no one else did. Or how his eyes lit up everytime he walked into the room. It explains it all.
“Bucky, I-”
Steve scrambles for words, heart shattering. *How could he have not known? Is it too late?*
“James. Look at me, man.” He says, fingers reaching out to cup his cheek, Bucky's eyes widening at the gesture. “I never thought… I never thought you liked me like that. I was just that scrawny kid you took care of. Plus, at that time, it wasn't exactly sociable acceptable, now was it?”
Bucky shakes his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nah, it wasn't.”
“Exactly. So I brushed it off, Buck. I found someone I liked. I tried to ignore the feelings I had for you. That I still have for you.”
Bucky's breath hitches, eyes widening.
“I'll stay, Buck. Just promise me one thing.” Bucky nods at Steve's words, eyes on his.
“Don't keep somethin’ like this from me again.”