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You think you treat her right? You provide. You work hard. You do what you’re supposed to do. That’s nice. So do millions of other men. The question isn’t whether you provide. The question is whether she feels safe bringing you the ugly parts of herself. The insecure parts. The scared parts. The broken parts. You know how to treat her right? Become the place where she can set those things down for a while. The world is already heavy enough. Stop making her carry you too.
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It's that time of week again! When seven stupendous authors all get together and.... and ...aaaaaaaaaCHOO.
Yeah, sorry, seasonal allergies, you know? Which is fantastic timing, because this week, our seven anonymous authors were tasked with the following prompt:
Bucky is (not) allergic.
(The not is optional.)
That's right, we have seven delicious drabbles under the cut, all depicting either an allergic Bucky--or a Bucky is very much not allergic.
Your task is to read all seven drabbles and vote on your TWO favorites. On Friday afternoon, the two authors of the drabbles with the fewest votes will be revealed and rewarded with their very own allergen-free Cryofreezes. The remaining five will be dosed with anti-histamines and go on to Round 6.
All seven drabbles are rated Teen or below, and we know you'll have a fantastic time reading them.
So grab a tissue box and start reading!
Drabble #1 - Documented condition
Rating: Teen
"You put me on your medical forms?" Sam scowled.
"Documented condition." Bucky shrugged
"I will destroy you."
"Symptom four: risk of death."
"I will end you—"
"Fascinating. Keep going."
"Steve!"
Steve looked up from his coffee. He'd been on this couch for eight minutes. He'd aged considerably.
"Bucky. Remove Sam from your allergy list."
"Medical records are confidential."
"I'll show you confidential—" Sam started.
"That doesn't mean anything," Steve said.
"It means something to me—"
"Barnes, I swear to God—"
"Symptom five," Bucky said serenely.
Steve put his coffee down. Stood up. Walked out.
They didn't notice for four minutes.
Drabble #2 - Faker
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky faked a cat allergy for years. “Cats make my eyes swell shut.” Convenient. Effective.
It started with Bucky piggybacking you during a rainstorm. He’d ducked into the alleyway behind your shared apartment. There was a tiny meow, then thunder.
“I hear something!”
On cue, a tiny meow.
You slid off Bucky, crouching down. Between two trash bins was a rain soaked white kitten.
“Bucky!”
“I’m allergic,” he lied.
“That’s what Benadryl’s for. Just for tonight.”
That night the kitten was asleep on Bucky. Months later, the kitten, now Alpine, lived her best life,, spoiled rotten.
Conveniently, the allergy vanished.
Drabble #3 – Side Effects May Include
Rating: General Audiences
At first, Sam thinks Bucky is allergic to your perfume.
A reasonable theory; every time you pass him in the hall, Bucky’s ears go red, his breathing catches, and he finds urgent reasons to leave.
Then Sam blames your lotion.
Then the plants on your desk.
“Serum does weird things,” he says, genuinely worried.
“Yes,” Natasha drawls. “Super soldiers have allergies too.”
Bucky glares. “I’m not allergic.”
You glance up from your mission report. “To what?”
Bucky opens his mouth.
Closes it.
Natasha smiles.
Sam, finally understanding, is delighted.
“Oh,” he grins. “It’s chronic.”
Bucky has to leave the room.
Drabble #4 – Cheap Soap
Rating: Teen
Vicious cursing followed Bucky out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips.
“Cheap soap,” he grumbled. “Feels like I rolled in poison ivy.”
Your gaze dropped before you could stop it, taking in his damp skin and the trail of water slipping down his stomach and you forgot yourself for a second.
“You’re naked,” you blurted out, not thinking.
Bucky frowned. “I’m itchy.”
That pulled your eyes higher. Angry red blotches spread across his skin, made worse by where his fingers scratched.
“Shit,” you breathed, already moving. “I’ll see if I’ve got chamomile or something. Stop touching it.”
Drabble #5 - Plan B
Rating: General Audiences
“Think of a new plan,” Bucky said, “I’m allergic.”
Sam was eavesdropping; he shouldn’t have jumped in. “Allergic? Do supersoldiers even have allergies?”
“I got the shitty Hydra serum,” Bucky explained. “Just my luck.”
Steve’s face was planted solidly on the table. “You’re not allergic,” he mumbled into the wood.
“Uhh…” Sam wondered what he had wandered into.
“Then explain the tightness in my chest whenever this dumb punk jumps out of a plane, no parachute.”
“You’ve done that, Barnes.”
“He’s what?” Steve’s head shot up, eyes wild.
“Looks like allergies are catching,” Bucky said evenly. “New plan?”
“New plan.”
Drabble #6 - Pickle Juice
Rating: General Audiences
“What kind of pickles come on the burger?” Bucky looked up at the waiter.
“Uh, standard? Dill.”
“No pickles, then,” Bucky stated. “I’m allergic to dill.”
“Oh,” Kevin responded, “I’ll be sure to tell the kitchen.”
You fixed Bucky with a look.
“What?” Bucky asked once Kevin left.
“You’re not allergic to anything, super soldier.”
Bucky’s expression didn’t change, but his ears turned pink. “If I say I’m allergic, they actually leave it off.”
You raised one eyebrow.
“I just… I hate them. Unless I’m particular, they throw them on anyway, then the whole burger’s contaminated with dill pickle flavor.”
Drabble #7 – Like a Liar
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed as he looked down. A pair of eyes stared back at him, daring him to blink. He wasn’t about to lose that battle.
“I can’t take you home,” he said, watching the small creature tilt her head. “I’m allergic to cats.”
Yes, Bucky Barnes told a cat, who couldn’t verbally communicate, that he was allergic to her.
Like a liar.
He sighed when the feline brushed his leg with a purr. “I have to ask my girlfriend, who is also allergic to cats.”
Another lie.
And you’d love a new pet, right?
Right.
AH-CHOO. *sniff* Well, that about covers it for today! We hope you enjoyed the seven drabbles--now it's time to vote!
Please follow this link to the Google poll to choose your two favorite drabbles.
The authors of the two drabbles with the fewest votes will be announced Friday afternoon. See you then!
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Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: You find a familiar face in your kitchen.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel / “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
Warnings: Past relationship, tension, slight angst, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 5 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . Let's do a small intro for ex!Steve.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You set your purse down when you heard music drifting from the kitchen, mentally bracing yourself.
Hey, hey baby
I want to know if you’ll be my girl
“I was your girl,” you muttered.
Your heart raced as you went to the doorway, watching as Steve Rogers stood at the stove in jeans and a tank top. From the side profile you saw that his hair had grown longer. He sported a beard now, too.
Even on the run, he managed to look like a vision.
When I saw you walking down the street
I said that’s a kind of girl I’d like to meet
She’s so pretty, Lord, she's fine
I’m gonna make her mine, all mine
Your throat tightened when the scent hit you, something nostalgic washing over you. He was cooking your favorite meal. The last time he made that was right before your relationship ended, and now he was in your kitchen making it again.
Like he still had the right.
“You gonna say anything, or are you just gonna stare?” he asked, his eyes soft when he snuck a glance at you.
You felt a crack in your heart, enough that it felt like you were bleeding.
“What are you doing here?” you asked in return, proud that your voice remained steady.
He adjusted the burner before facing you. “Can’t check on my best girl?”
A scoff escaped before you could stop yourself. “Not your girl anymore,” you reminded him, the words tinged with bitterness.
His jaw clenched and you saw the effort it took for him not to shatter the radio when he turned it down. “I’m staying the night.”
“You’re sleeping on the couch,” you said, too tired to argue.
He was not sleeping in your bed.
Even if you still wanted him.
Wonder if he'll stay on the couch. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Goodness, nonnie. Post-blip, grumpy Bucky and barely marginally stable Dex.
My god, them using their first names.
"James."
Bucky's cheek twitching. "Benjamin."
Dex exhaling through his nose.
"Do you have to breathe so loudly?" Bucky muttering.
"Do you have to brood so loudly?"
You'd think they'd be able to trade stories about being in the Army (snipers, you know). Bucky might think it's... interesting that Dex stalked someone with the last name Barnes. Both look good in masks.
They're similar in ways. Vigilant. Protective. Always watching exits.
But they both know the other is watching you, too.
Both of them having a drink ready for you when you walk in the room. Offering to help if you need anything. Anything at all.
And glaring at each other because they're both determined to have you.
Goodness, nonnie. Post-blip, grumpy Bucky and barely marginally stable Dex.
My god, them using their first names.
"James."
Bucky's cheek twitching. "Benjamin."
Dex exhaling through his nose.
"Do you have to breathe so loudly?" Bucky muttering.
"Do you have to brood so loudly?"
You'd think they'd be able to trade stories about being in the Army (snipers, you know). Bucky might think it's... interesting that Dex stalked someone with the last name Barnes. Both look good in masks.
They're similar in ways. Vigilant. Protective. Always watching exits.
But they both know the other is watching you, too.
Both of them having a drink ready for you when you walk in the room. Offering to help if you need anything. Anything at all.
And glaring at each other because they're both determined to have you.
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Goodness, nonnie. Post-blip, grumpy Bucky and barely marginally stable Dex.
My god, them using their first names.
"James."
Bucky's cheek twitching. "Benjamin."
Dex exhaling through his nose.
"Do you have to breathe so loudly?" Bucky muttering.
"Do you have to brood so loudly?"
You'd think they'd be able to trade stories about being in the Army (snipers, you know). Bucky might think it's... interesting that Dex stalked someone with the last name Barnes. Both look good in masks.
They're similar in ways. Vigilant. Protective. Always watching exits.
But they both know the other is watching you, too.
Both of them having a drink ready for you when you walk in the room. Offering to help if you need anything. Anything at all.
And glaring at each other because they're both determined to have you.
