#request written

Summary: Bucky gets dragged by Sam to see a new play in a playhouse downtown in New York. What he finds is worth the wait. 

Tags: plus size!reader, Bucky being both a shy mess and a cocky bastard, Sam being half-wingman and half-tries-to-steal-the-girl-himself. Pure stupid fluff, reader is an actress.

a/n: this was written as a request for a lovely reader who donated as part of the BLM campaign. If you’d like a request written too, check the link for more info x

And just before the fic starts I want to quickly say to all the plus size girls, especially those trying to be an actress... You’re all so talented, so deserving of all the love and recognition in the world, and I am disgusted and tired of only seeing skinny, conventionally attractive, straight white men/women on the stage/screen. Your time is coming, never give up <3 

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“Stop fidgeting, metal man.” Sam chastised as Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers anxiously drumming on the velvet armrest of the theatre. He felt as if a million people were staring in their direction, with the other theater-goers curiously whispering among themselves and filming the two superheroes casually sitting in their seats near the front stage. The burning gazes onto his back was doing little to calm his nerves, his eyes glued to the carpet on the floor in a fruitless attempt to distract himself.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Bucky grumbled under his breath. He had planned on spending his Saturday evening with a book by the windowsill with lilies in the library, needing a much deserved break from the endless cycle of training, stressing and running, but Sam had roped him into coming to see some play in a playhouse downtown in New York. Bucky wasn’t to keen on it at all- “why would I go outside to see a play when I can go on NetTube-” “NetFLIX, Bucky. Netflix.” “Same thing.” - and originally Steve had volunteered to go in Bucky’s place, only to catch the flu the night before the show.

That little shit.

A part of Bucky theorized Steve had faked the illness or planned it to get out of the play, but nonetheless, here he was. Crammed into a small theatre with hundreds of other citizens gawking at the sight of two superheroes in the audience. Sam’s annoyed expression softened when he saw Bucky’s expression shift into one of embarrassment at the noise of some soft snickering at the back, which caused Sam to look back at the two teen girls filming them with a nasty glare. 

“Just ignore em. People are just curious cause it’s not everyday that they see superheroes come to the theatre. Please just… try to enjoy it?”

Bucky opened his mouth to object but nodded, feeling a sort of obligation to his best friend.

“Fine. You owe me, punk.” 

I get the feeling Techno is like the sibling that will tease you constantly, ruffle your hair, put stuff slightly out of reach, just be an older sibling. He isn’t mean or anything, just likes to annoy his younger sibling to an extent where they can both laugh about it, like most siblings do!

But in typical Older sibling fashion, the moment someone else like tries to bully/be rude/bother/etc the ‘younger sibling’(aka the reader in this), the older sibling just goes “Excuse me?? Only I’m allowed to bother them?? Go away?” And defends the younger sibling!

So basically something where the reader has someone bother them/straight up be rude to them, and Older Brother-friendtm Techno steps in? (Platonic of course!)

written to fulfill a request by @evanstanwrites who asked for “Nic getting matching Christmas sweaters and even getting one for Dodger.”  

Story follows the characters from my long story, Escape With Chris Evans

Nicole arrived at Chris’s home, in the suburbs outside of Boston, with a surprise in tow.  Tonight the couple, and Dodger, were set to go to a Christmas party at his sister Carly’s house.  It was a small affair, just family and a couple of her close friends.  Knowing that Carly was a huge fan of the Grinch, Nic thought it would be funny to arrive dressed in theme.

Chris loved the idea and was on board one thousand percent.   Nicole had purchased a cream colored sweater with a large Grinch face for Chris, a pink one with Cindy Lou Who for herself, and a headband and small red sweater for Dodger to transform him into Max.  He wasn’t having it at first and had to be coaxed into not eating the headband.  Eventually the sweater got on and the headband was saved for just before making the entrance to his aunt’s home.   Before leaving, she tied braids into her hair to give herself a little more character. 

They arrived, wrapped up in coats because of the cold, and everyone became instantly busy making a fuss over how cute Dodger looked, even as he ripped the headpiece off and took off with his treasure.  With no one paying them any attention, the couple removed their outerwear and surprised the family, delighting Carly and the kids who shared her passion.  

As a hostess gift, Nicole had purchased a white candle in a plain glass jar and used green stickers to write out,  “Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. - The Grinch.”  

She’d also brought a batch of mint chocolate chip cookies that she’d baked the night before.  Or at least, the ones that she had been able to keep away from Chris. 

{I’ve never written Error before, but I hope this is to your liking! Thank you for the request!}

-Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

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A soft sob woke you from your sleep.

The sound pulled at your Soul the moment it reached your ears, and you sat up in bed, still blinking away the sleep from your eyes as you tried to reach for the source.

Sans startled at your sudden movements, silencing himself. But even half asleep, you could still see the telltale signs of his anguish by the tear streaks on his dark cheekbones. His eye lights were dark and fuzzy, and his brow was creased as you studied each other. He sat on the very edge of your bed, to the point where you momentarily worried about him falling off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him softly, reaching for him, but stopping short as he pulled himself from your reach. He was even more on edge now, both literally and metaphorically.

“Nothing.” He answered hastily, though his voice wavered even more than usual in his emotional state. Your frown deepened at his refusal.

This wasn’t the first time he had come to you in the middle of the night like this, but each time it got a little bit easier to coax him to talk to you. He never went into details, though, about what had upset him in the first place. Instead, he settled with staying in your bed for the night, holding your hand and falling asleep with you.

His gaze lingered on your hand, which was still outstretched a bit in your effort to comfort him. You retracted it fully, letting it relax in your lap as you watched him carefully.

“Is there...something you’d like to talk about?” You tried.

He didn’t answer immediately, instead hesitating. His mouth opened to answer a few times, but quickly shut as he second guessed himself. Finally, he answered.

“Why do you stay?”

A question with a question, huh? “What do you mean?”

“Stay...with me?” He clarified. “Knowing what I am...what I’ve done?”

Realization dawned on you, and your chest tightened a bit. “Because I love you.”

He scoffed at your immediate answer, staring at you doubtfully. “I’ve seen love fade.”

“Well, yeah, sometimes it does. But sometimes it’s stronger than anything else, and it’s able to overcome everything. It just takes the right person.”

His doubt softened in his eyes. “The right...person?” He let this sink in. “Am I...am I the right person for you?”

Your smiled. “I’d like to think you are. And I hope that I’m the right person for you. And I mean, look at us? We’ve overcome so much already between us.”

Despite your comforting words, his expression crumbled a bit as more tears began to form in his sockets. “I’m no different. I haven’t changed.” He spoke quietly, almost to himself. He continued, distracting himself from you as he berated himself. I’ve destroyed entire universes. I’ve hurt so many people. How could I even begin to think I could get away from that?”

“Stop that.” You snapped gently at him, pulling his attention back to you. “You HAVE changed.”

“I haven’t changed!” He barks at you, stunning you into silence as he goes on. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know I haven’t changed. I still have these...urges. To destroy. To hurt. And one day, I’m going to hurt you. And then you’ll finally leave and I’ll be alone again. I don’t deserve your kindness. I don’t deserve to be comforted. You of all people know just how much of a monster I am-“

You lunged for him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him off the edge of your bed towards you. He stiffened, making a small choking sound as you locked your arms around him, burying your face into the rough material of his jacket.

“You’re not a monster!” You argued. Tears of your own slipped down your cheeks as you fought against the ache in your Soul. You couldn’t bear to let him degrade himself any longer. The misery that flooded his own tortured Soul translated to you in that moment, and it almost killed you to hear that he genuinely thought of himself so lowly.

You took a shaky breath as you steadied yourself. “Sans, I love you. All of you.” You said confidently. “I know you weren’t a good person when we first met. I have seen what you’re capable of. But I know you’ve changed. I can feel it. And I know you can too.

“You don’t want to accept it. You don’t want to accept that you’ve changed. Maybe it’s guilt, or maybe it’s something else, but you don’t want to let yourself forget all of the things you’ve done. And maybe you shouldn’t forget. But you can forgive yourself.”

You paused your ramble when you felt Sans shuffle in your arms. Your grip on him loosened immediately, remembering that he didn’t respond favorably to being touched. You moved to pull away in that moment, an apology spilling from your lips, when his own arms wrapped around you, almost crushing you to his chest as he buried his face in your neck.

He sobbed against you, his voice glitching and unsteady as he admitted that you were right, and that he didn’t want to forgive himself for the awful things he’d done. He blathered on, but most of his words became unintelligible through his emotions, so you let him cling to you as he got it out of his system.

It took a while for him to calm down. . His hold on you never loosened, instead tightening every time he worried you would release him. You took to rubbing the back of his skull soothingly, rocking him gently through his cry.

You’ve never seen him in such a pitiful state, and you shed a few tears yourself at the turmoil that grew in your Soul.

Finally, he ceased crying altogether. His breathing became low and even, and his arms loosened a bit around you. You allowed yourself to take a full deep breath, taking advantage of the lack of constraint around your ribs, before you addressed him quietly.

“Sans?”

He didn’t respond until you shifted a bit in efforts to find a more comfortable position.

“Stars, please don’t leave me.” He mumbled tiredly against your collar, still clinging helplessly to your form.