Bucky Didn't Know When He Got Attached To Peter.

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i hate writing smut.

quick spideypoolverine.

The author's poorly disguised fetish

The author's proudly displayed fetish

The author's fetish you're pretty sure they don't realise they have

The author's fetish which they're firmly convinced everyone has and is just pretending otherwise

The author's non-sexual special interest which just sounds like a fetish because of their habitually unfortunate phrasing

The fetish the author is making a well-meaning effort to cater to in spite of clearly not understanding it themselves

The author's fetish that never quite makes it into the text because they keep getting sidetracked by the requisite worldbuilding

The author's utterly pedestrian sexual preference which the text treats like a bizarre fetish because they've got shit to work through

The author's seemingly innocuous recurring trope they're going to have a personal revelation about ten years down the road

The author's fetish you missed on a first reading because it's so far out of pocket, it never occurred to you that you could sexualise that

always remember, friend,

now go in peace

This meme was inspired by the piece "Lucky 10,000" by Randall Monroe.

easily one of my favourite tweets of all time

Peter who’s never really been able to date because of his powers but tried not to talk about it because he’s insecure about it, and finds it embarrassing.

Virgin Peter who can’t even remember the last time he was kissed.

Peter who’s romantically and sexually stunted and knows it’s not healthy to get his emotional fulfillment from rom coms and books but that’s all he can do.

Peter who’s so naïve romantically, sexually. He knows of the horrors of this world and the universe but doesn’t know when he’s getting played.

Peter who gets so love sick with his crushes. Who yearns so badly, who can act on it for one reason or another but it’s so, so obvious. The wide eyes and loving looks, the sweet softness in his voice.

And the team knows it well by now, the phases of a Peter Parker super crush. The build up, when it hasn’t hit him yet but they’re watching him fall. The “she’s so nice” “he looks different, did he get a haircut?” “He’s so funny” phase. Then the crush itself. The crush that only grows deeper and deeper. The soft sighs, the head on his hand. The puppy dog eyes. The ‘obsession’. Maybe it’s brutal to call it that, but he becomes absorbed. And then the break. He realizes it’ll never happen and it breaks. And he’s sad, he’s mopey, little gives him joy. It’s an honest to god depression.

And when his newest crush is on Bucky, well. People talk. It’s the talk of the tower. It’s patronizing towards Peter and he doesn’t appreciate it.

Bucky noticed. Sure. Peter got more present. He’s everywhere suddenly. He’s sweeter, as if he wasn’t already the sweetest thing. He’s so obvious. Bucky can’t not notice it, even if he doesn’t acknowledge it more than a soft smile and a kind word.

Peters his friend- he’s all of their friend. And he’s the only one who seems to remember that fact right now.

It’s tactless, it’s disrespectful and worst of all it’s unkind. And he’s comfortable telling everyone to shut the fuck up about it.

The problem is, Peter’s thing… it’s working on him. Not that he can say it.

Bucky’s in the gym. It’s a hell of a gym in the tower. Sure weights aren’t doing a damn thing for half of them, but the facilities are immense. Super-heavy bags that he won’t knock off their stand, expansive facilities for sparring and mobility work and drills. There’s also a lovely meditation and yoga room.

And Bucky finally snaps one day in their little meditation circle. Some of them with… foggier brains like to meet regularly, meditate and commissariate. It’s a big group.

And Peter, sweet Peter, walks past the glass walled room on his way to the bags and grins and waves, sweet genuine Peter.

And that’s when the comments start. And Bucky’s had enough.

“Where are you going, Barnes?”

“To ask Peter out and shut everyone the fuck up” he grumbled.

Bucky, head hung in shame: I need my arm recalibrated

Tony, sighing: and how did you fuck it up this time?

Bucky: *nods in the direction of Peter, in a corner of the lab, in his blue light sensitivity lenses and a Columbia hoodie, tinkering away on something and bobbing his head to whatever’s on his headphones

Tony: this is the third time you’ve dicked your arm up fucking Peter, you know that right? That’s excessive.

Bucky: wrong this is the third time I’ve fucked my arm up fucking Peter that you’ve found out about. Usually he can fix it himself

Tony: Jesus tits ever consider, I dunno, just being a little gentler? Little more relaxed? Lay off the wall sex for a bit?

Bucky: absolutely not I’m trying to keep him around

Peter: Did you just cum inside me?

Tony: First of all, you called me Daddy so I thought you wanted kids.

Every ship is valid.

A ship that isn’t your thing is valid. A ship that gives you ewwww vibes is still valid. That one crack ship that only one person wrote about, posted on AO3, and has 23 views in four years—also valid.

What isn’t valid is spending more time hating a ship than enjoying your own—and ruining it for others with negativity. I don’t understand the point of putting more effort into tearing down a ship than its actual shippers do building it up. At this point, if that’s your thing, your OTP isn’t your OTP—it’s hating a ship, making sure the boat you don’t even like sinks.

Ship what you love. Ignore what you don’t. Write fanfics, make art, memes and moodboards, record podfics, make fan videos and craft, daydream up your headcanons. Whatever keeps your boat afloat, as long as it’s not ruining someone else’s fun.

Let people enjoy things. Fandom is meant to be fun.