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[avengers-assemble-fics]

Hi!! Was wondering if you had recs for Bucky and reader fake dating??

Fake Dating / Marriage

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Keeping Score by @all1e23

After hearing you begging Steve to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to keep your family off your back, Bucky quickly jumps at the chance to play your boyfriend even though you’re a hundred percent sure he hates you. What could possibly go wrong?

the right partner by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky have always possessed a complicated history, and even more strained relationship with one another. Begrudgingly, you're sent out on a mission with Barnes where you two are posing as a newly wed couple. In an effort to investigate the consistent disappearance of young women in a certain neighborhood, you find yourselves forced to confront a whirlwind of emotions.

Suburbia by @wkemeup

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

where do we go from here by @traitorjoelite

when you agree to be bucky's date for his sister's wedding - and his fake girlfriend for the weekend - you're expecting a good time with your best friend. but things may never go back to normal

Fake It Till You Make It by @buckyalpine

Fake dating solves everything… right?

A Little Longer by @buckyalpine

It’s just a little lie.

Crossing The Line by @jadedvibes

After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.

annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends | 2 by @lovelybarnes

“You stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that we’re dating to show them”

SERIES

The Holiday Hack by @gogolucky13

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

Breaking The Rules by @redgillan

You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Best Boyfriend You’ve Ever Had by @language-rxgers

When you find out your sister is getting married and expects you to bring a date to her wedding in two months, you panic, having not gone on so much as a coffee date with a guy in far too long. After all, being an Avenger doesn’t leave too much time for a life outside of work. So, when your best friend, none other than the James Buchanan Barnes himself, offers to pretend to be your boyfriend and plus one, how can you refuse? It seems like something that would come out of a movie. However, real life is never like the movies, and stories like this never go as planned.

Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating? 

Picture Perfect by @writingsoftheloser

When Steve asks his collegue to be his fake girlfriend, she accepts, thinking nothing could really go wrong. Then, she meets Steve’s best friend.

-> this is not bucky and reader fake dating but it’s one of my favorite fics so I included it!

Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs

You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did. 

am i more than you bargained for? by @morsmordre-writes

Bucky has an unwanted secret admirer, so naturally you pretend to be his girlfriend until it blows over. Will someone catch feelings? Will they be absolute idiots about it all? Will they live happily ever after? We may never know.

Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes' wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

A Certain Romance by @wienerbarnes

With the threat of yet another bad date at the result of Sam Wilson’s meddling, Bucky’s desperate to find a solution. As are you, another victim to Sam’s failed matchmaking. The two of you come up with a genius plan: pretend to date each other in order to escape the poking and prying nose of the Falcon.

The Proposal by @toomanyrobins2

Y/N Arnaud is the liaison to the Avengers, but she’s also a French citizen. After a couple mistakes, her visa application is denied. Even though they can’t stand each other, Bucky offers to marry her in order to keep her visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation.

#to be read #night reading #can’t wait to read #sounds amazing

[avengers-assemble-fics]

Among the Rubble | Steve x chubby!Reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x chubby!reader Warnings: blood, scared children, violence, injured reader Summary: The Battle of New York started unexpectedly, especially for (y/n)'s elementary school class. The day was normal, then suddenly, you are tasked with getting 20 five-year-olds to safety with the Chitari attack sending bombs and debris falling everywhere. Good thing Captain America emerges from the rubble to help them get to safety. Word Count: 5.3K Author’s Note: I suck at summaries so hopefully that makes sense. This fic is not beta read, so I'm sure there are probably some grammatical errors and discrepancies I'm too lazy to find right now. I hope you enjoy it none-the-less!

Numerous tables with four chairs tucked beneath, all resting on a purple rug over the dingy gray carpet, each chair filled with elementary school students, all coloring in words on their papers that corresponded to the letter of the alphabet you were currently talking about, W. You knelt by the desk of a sweet but often confused girl, smiling kindly as you pointed to the word “whale” and explained why she should color it as well. She laughed at herself and began curling the Orca whale pink, shooting a warning glance to two boys whispering at the back table, both of who immediately quieted and continued coloring their W words. 

The entire room was mostly silent with the exception of your voice answering questions, the students coloring or changing out crayons, your laptop playing a quiet violin rendition of popular cartoon theme songs, and of course, the busy noise of the outside world as New York City carried on with the hustle and bustle of city life, something you’d learned to ignore, for the most part. You walked over to the window in the corner of the room to glance at the street below once you were satisfied each student was coloring in their last W word. Outside, it was busy, as usual, and you didn’t think you’d ever fully get accustomed to so many people walking on the sidewalks right outside the school. You’d only been in the city for about a year, and there was still so much to learn, especially as you didn’t get out very much. However, you knew enough about the city and its culture to know that the dozens of people running down the sidewalk in the same direction was not a normal thing. 

Shrugging and turning away from the window, you clicked the button in your hand to flip to the next slide word, X, when suddenly, the power in the room went out and the only thing lighting the darkness was the window you’d just been looking out not a moment later. Naturally, the students began getting anxious. Trying to keep them calm, you walked back over to your desk, bumping your hip on a table as you passed, but trying to ignore the pain as you wrenched open the desk drawer, fumbling blindly through the contents until your hand enclosed around what you were looking for. You pulled it from the contents of your desk and clicked the push button on the bottom, immediately the device lighting up. 

Gasps filled the room, and this time, they weren’t of fear. 

“Captain America!” small voices cheered and you sighed in relief. 

The battery-powered Captain America lamp had been expensive and very much an impulse buy you’d regretted almost immediately after you’d bought it, but your students loved it and while you didn’t get “Captain America” out very often (because it was too much of a distraction), it certainly came in handy today. 

“Listen up everyone, we’re all going to very slowly get out of our seats and walk over to the reading mat. Sit criss-cross apple sauce and I’ll tell you guys a story while we wait for the power to come back on,” you spoke in a soothing voice. 

Lit by the luminescent “Captain America” lamp, the 26 students each got up from their seats, most remembering to tuck their seat back under the table before cautiously making their way to the large circular rug with a reading elephant stitched in the fabric. They dropped down to sit on the rug, all crossing their legs as they were told and eagerly waiting for your story. While they were waiting, you grabbed your phone from your desk, checking for any emails from the school principal. Finding none, you assumed the outage was a temporary fluke, nothing to worry about. You walked over to where the students were seated and placed the Captain America lamp up on the bookshelf where they each could see it but no one could touch it (his leg could only be reglued back on so many times, afterall). I dropped into the white rocking chair I typically sat in during story time. 

“Alright, once upon a time, there was two raccoons hanging out in their small house up in the largest tree in the forest. Millie Raccoon was relaxing on the couch while Marvin Raccoon was reading a book at the table. Next door, the Squirrels were making a lot of noise opening their acorns for the winter. Marvin Raccoon paused his reading every time Slyvester or Susan Squirrel-”

Your story was cut off suddenly by the sound of glass shattering an odd, beeping metal ball crashed through the window. Immediately, shrieks and squeals erupted from the kids, many of them jumping up and running to the rocking chair. 

“It’s alright, shhh,” you soothed softly, petting their backs and getting up from their chair to investigate the weird object. 

It had rolled under one of the desks and was now beeping louder and more rapidly, a red light blinking on the top. It didn’t look like anything you’d ever seen, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was as the beeping grew even louder and more constant.

Urgently, you walked back to the students, trying to keep your pace leveled and mask the panic on your face. 

“Alright everyone, it has come time for us to leave. Beth,” you called the little red headed girls attention and she stepped closer, her knees shaking. They knew something was going on. You took the Captain America lamp off the bookshelf and handed it to her. “Hold onto him as we go outside, ok?” 

She nodded, taking the lamp from your hands and holding it close. You hoped the lamp would help ease their fear, but you didn’t have much more time to think about that as the beeping was nearly deafening now. 

“We’re going for an early recess, lets head to the stairwell!” you said, attempting to make your voice as excited as it usually was. 

No one cheered like they usually did. 

Beth with the lamp led the way to the door, you stepped in front of the table with the device under to shield them from it if it went off while they were walking out. Maisy, Beth’s best friend, opened the classroom door and the line of five year olds trickled out quickly, headed for the stairwell that led down to the playground. It seemed the only other class upstairs had the same idea and was taking their students down ahead of yours. Mrs. Turner, an older more seasoned teacher shot you a confused look that you returned with one of panic as you caught up with your students. 

“What’s-” Mrs. Turner didn’t have time to answer before a loud boom resonated from your room, sending a hard shockway through the floor and immediately catching student artwork outside your door on fire. The shockwave knocked several students off their feet, some falling down a few steps and their cries made your heart clench. 

“Something’s going on, and it isn’t good,” was all you could say to a now alarmed Mrs. Turner as you raced down the steps to pick up any fallen student and usher them quickly outside. They didn’t fight you as you herded them out the door. 

Your hopes that outside the building would be safer for the students was quickly dashed across the rocks as you saw chaos and suddenly, the running citizens down the street made sense as building tumbled over, others on fire, loud blasts of guns and bombs all over the place. 

“Ms. (y/n)!” several teary-eyed students shouted fearfully, most of them clumped together, huddling for support. 

This wasn’t a part of your training. None of this was something you ever thought was going to happen, but as you watched the wreckage unfold from all sides, you knew it was your job and duty to protect the kids at all cost. And you would lay down your life for theirs. Anyday. 

“Everyone, head to edge of the building,” I said as calmly as possible as the building next door blew up in flames as some weird alien thing zipping through the air flew away. 

Aliens weren’t real, and yet here they were, shooting down innocent people and blowing up buildings at random. They were merciless. You couldn’t help but wonder when would they turn their eyes on you and the children. 

You met your students by the building and wiped a few of their eyes on the edge of your dress, patting their heads as you huddled them together against the edge of the building, shielding them with your wide frame as best you could. 

“It’s going to be ok,” you soothed softly, hoping someone believed those words, even if that someone was you. 

“Ms. (y/n),” a small, trembling voice said. 

You looked down at Beth, who still held the Captain America lamp clutched in her arms. 

“Is Captain America going to save us?” she whimpered. 

This seemed to catch the attention of a few others, all who turned to look at you with the same hopeful eyes. With the world crashing around them, you didn’t know how to tell them the truth. That this was one small school would catch the eye of any of the superheros circling the town. The best hope you had was that Iron Man’s tech would pick up the presence of little kids and try to steer the aliens away from you. You couldn’t tell them that though. 

“Of course he is! He’s just busy fighting right now, but when he finishes that fight, he’s going to start making his way toward us,” you said, smiling at their faces. 

You could see the hope flash across their faces and that was enough to quiet some of their sobs as they waited for their favorite hero to show up and get them to safety. 

They all huddled back up against the building as you continued your story from earlier to try to distract them. 

“In annoyance, Marvin Raccoon slammed his book closed and scurried down the tree until he could jump over to the Squirrels tree. When he’d climbed up to their house, he knocked loudly on the door, but no one came to it, for the cracking of acorns was far too loud. He-” the story was cut off by a loud black for too close for comfort. Frantically, you grabbed two students that were close to the side of the blast, hauling them away from the edge just as the side exploded where they had been. Rubble crashed full force against you three and you fell to the ground, quickly hauling yourself above the students to protect them as best you could, brick and rock showering your body, your head pounding from where rock as smacked against it and something warm and wet trickled down the side of your face. 

“Ms. (y/n)! Several students shouted. 

You tried to shush them, fearing to alert anything that may have been nearby, but it was too late. Energy blasts began hitting the ground around you and you glanced back to see one of those ugly aliens holding a gun like you’d never seen before, firing in your direction. You hauled yourself up from the ground, ignoring the seering pain in your head as you gather your students around you, pushing them behind you to protect them as the alien grew closer, gun pointed in your direction, and this time, the aim was correct. 

Whatever the cost.

The gun fired and you stared at the blast headed straight for your chest, but it never struck. Instead, a tall man in a sturdy blue uniform wielding a circular shield blocked the path of the blast, the shield deflecting it before he threw the shield and in one swift move, decapitated the alien. 

“Captain America!” you heard several of your students whisper. “He really did come!”

The man in question turned around and your heart jumped naughtily in your chest. He looked just like he had in the 40’s based on the old cards your grandfather had given to you as a child. He must be wearing the same uniform too. 

“Are any of the kids hurt?” he asked, his voice stern but comforting at the samr time. 

You turned to look at them. The two boys you’d pulled from the side of the building before it had blown up had scratches on their arms, but everyone else looked fine. 

“I think they’re all ok,” you said. 

The man before you nodded and urgently strode toward you. 

“There’s shelter in the subways. I’ll get you there. Maybe some of their parents will be there too, most civilians have been taken down now,” he said. 

You nodded, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed to speak as you motioned for your students to follow him. 

He led the way off of school grounds, or what was left of the school, anyway. The trek to the subway was about a mile from the school, which typically wasn’t too far but today, dodging energy blasts from aliens and falling buildings, it felt like an eternity. 

Halfway along the trip, Zach’s foot got stuck in a pile of rubble just as another building was falling nearby. 

“Captain!” you shrieked, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and wrenching his foot from the rubble probably harder than you should have. By now, the super soldier had turned around, headed back to help you. The only thing you could think to do, to get Zach as far from the crash as possible as soon as possible was to throw him. 

“It’s ok, Zach,” you tried to soothe the boy, eyes still on the building that felt like it was falling in slow motion. “You’re gonna be ok,” you promised as you shifted him in your arms, hands against his ribs, bending your elbows for leverage. 

The Captain, who was now walking toward you, appeared confused as to what you were doing. The look quickly disappeared as you threw Zach away from you, sending him airborne in the man’s direction. The boy shrieked at the sudden move and continued yelping as Captain America’s arms closed around him.

“You’re ok,” you could hear him soothe, though you weren’t paying too much attention as pieces from the building had now begun falling. 

“Ms. (y/n)!” several small voices screamed. 

“Get them to the subway!” you begged the Captain as more rubble fell down around you, you dodging them as best you could. 

“No!” several shrieked. 

“Go!” you raised your voice, turning from the building back to the group.

You turned back to watch the building fall to find a heavy cinderblock falling straight toward you. You moved away as qyickly as possible, but you weren’t quick enough. It fell hard against your knee, your other buckling in pain and your body collapsed amongst the rubble. You heard screams from the children and you prayed Captain America would get the safely to the subway. More parts of the building rained down on you, a rock smacking against the side of your head where the brick had hit earlier, reopening the wound to allow more blood to spill down the side of your face, pooling around your eye that was now closed in pain. 

The building was growing closer and closer and there was no hope of getting out of this now. You just hoped it would crush you quickly, as painlessly as possible. You squeezed both eyes shut now, not wanting to watch the building fall on top of you even if you knew it was coming. Your body braced for pain, and you waited. 

You heard horrible screeching of metal on metal, the metallic sound of heavy materials shattering over it, and rock smacking against rock as debris fell around you, none of it hitting you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, fearful it was too early and the building was still falling, but like rain hitting an umbrella, falling around you but never hitting you direction. Shielding you was a man holding a shield over his own head whilst also protecting yours, taking the brunt of the building in a way that would have knocked any normal person off their feet. But he took it and as the final shell of the building fell, a giant mass of metal, his shield dented in the side like it was half-melted butter. He groaned at the weight bearing down on his shoulders and let out a yell as he shoved it to the side away from you both. 

With the last of the building down, the Captain let his shoulders drop, exhaustedly as he turned back to face you, his blue eyes finding yours determinedly. 

“No man left behind,” he panted. 

Painfully, you turned your head in the direction of your class and found them all sobbing, holding onto one another beneath a canopy of a half demolished building. 

“We have to move. Can you walk?” he asked after he’d regained his breath. 

You turned your attention back to him and shifted your injured knee. Pain shot through you but you tried to hide it. 

“I think so,” you gritted out, rolling onto your side slowly as the pain intensified. 

You were shaking, the pain in your knee and head had escalated drastically, so much so you could hardly focus on anything else as you tried to haul yourself onto your good knee. 

“Ok, I’m going to hold onto your left side, put all your weight on me and I’ll pull you up onto your good leg,” the man said, his feet crunching in the rubble as he grew closer. 

“No, you can’t support my weight. I’m too heavy,” you breathed, forcing your bad leg onto your foot and using a raised piece of building to try and push yourself up. 

“Did you not see me just hold up a building. I guarantee you aren’t too heavy,” he argued, his voice closer now. 

You opened your mouth to argue, but your mouth wouldn’t cooperated, too focused on the seering pain shooting through your knee that you were sure at least dislocated. 

“Stubborn,” you heard him hiss and a few seconds later, a muscular arm wrapped itself around your waist and in one swift move, he pulled you to your feet, supporting all of your weight like you weighed nothing. “Now let’s get these kids to the subway, we’ve got about two more blocks,” he said. 

Nodding, you tried to move away, but his arm around your waist held you locked to his side. 

“That knee is no good. You’re not getting anywhere on it. Your options are me supporting this side or me carrying you. You pick,” he spoke sternly and your heart fluttered a little more. 

“Fine,” you bit out, allowing him to support you as you hobbled on one leg over to where the students were standing. When they saw you, they surrounded you both, many small hands reaching out to touch you as if you would disappear if they didn’t. 

“Let’s move,” Captain America said, voice much softer than he’d spoken to you a few minutes earlier and this fact only made your heart stutter more, but you quietened it. This was no place to be fawning over Captain America. 

The rest of the trip down to the subway was mostly uneventful. Captain America had to fight off a few more aliens trying to impede our path, but it was nothing compared to the building earlier. They were handled swiftly and finally, the subway entrance came into view. 

You sent the students down first, quickly wanting them out of the mess that had become New York. As they were headed down, you turned back to survey the situation. Aliens on weird hover crafts were flying in all directions. A giant, green, mass of muscle was throwing cars at them while lightening fried more of them. There was a man on a distant building shooting exploding arrows and a man in a metal suit whizzing through the air shooting the alien things. He seemed to spot the Captain and blew in our direction as the last of the students dipped into the subway. 

“When you’re done playing husband, get her number, then we could really use your help,” the voice of Tony Stark spoke sarcastically. 

“These are the kids from the elementary school. Didn’t think we should have a bunch of kids running around. Now I’ve got to get her down here because she can’t walk,” Captain America shot back. 

Iron Man didn’t have time to respond before more alien creatures began firing in your direction again. He shot blasts at them and took back off to the sky, leading another group away from you. 

“I can make it down the rest on my own,” you ensured the Captain. 

Iron Man was right. The problem was no where close to resolved. 

“No you can’t and like Stark said, I haven’t gotten your number yet.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the statement but you didn’t have time think about it as he began leaded you down into the subway. 

Walking down the steps was proving to be more difficult than you’d wagered and your other knee was starting to buckle from the brunt of your weight. 

“I’m sorry” you wheezed exhaustedly. 

“It’s ok,” the man said. 

He paused on a step and removed his arm from your waist. Assuming he was letting you go here to get back up to the city, you gripped the railings for support and negotiated with your knees to carry you a little further. You didn’t have time to make them work, however, before they were swept out from under you, an arm bracing your back. You let out an alarmed shriek. 

“Relax. This is easier and your body is too tired to continue. I promise I won’t drop you.”

You wound an arm around his neck to help support yourself as he carried you down the rest of the steps into the vastly overcrowded subway. 

“Where are my kids?” you asked, looking around, growing frantic when you didn’t see them. 

“They’re over here,” the Captain said, walking in the direction he’d seen them. 

You looked away from him to where he was taking you and, sure enough, there they all were huddled against a wall sipping juice boxes with animal crackers around a woman whom you recognized to be one of your students’ parents. Said girl, Maisy, was sitting cradled in her mothers lap. 

“Ms. (y/n)!” a few of your students cheered as they saw you.

Captain America walked you right up to the group and looked around evidently for a wheelchair or something to put you in, but finding nothing, he had no choice but to sit you on the floor. 

“I’ll be fine here. Go save someone else,” you assured him. 

He nodded and gently lowered you down onto the floor, sliding his arms from beneath your legs. At the last moment, you wrapped both arms around his neck and he froze, shocked. You were shocked by what you were doing too, but you couldn’t stop now. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, pressing your lips against his cheek. “Thank you for saving them, saving us.” 

When you let him go, he stood up fully, his cheeks pink and his feet shuffling awkwardly. For a moment, you thought you’d broken him before he turned to leave. 

“You’re welcome,” he said in the same gentle tone he’d used with the kids earlier. 

A moment later, he was gone, back out into the chaos. 

“Are you ok?” the voice of the mother asked. 

You turned around and nodded slowly. 

“Well you look like hell,” she continued, voice light. “Judgment impaired too, you realize you just kissed Captain America, right?” she teased. 

Suddenly the weight of what you’d done brought flames to your cheeks. 

“I can’t believe I did that,” you muttered. 

The mother scoffed and let out a small laugh. 

“You have literally been through hell today. Getting all these kids to safety in the middle of a literal war zone, he was your saving grace who, by the look of it, actually saved your life. It’s totally understandable!” she said. 

You nodded, nerves still settling heavy in your stomach with disbelief. You kissed Captain freaking America! 70 year old man freshly frozen since the 40’s!

“He probably thinks I’m the wackiest woman in the world,” you groaned. 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! I’m sure he gets that all the time,” she offered. 

Despite her efforts to make you feel better, the feeling in the pit of your stomach only deepend. 

“Ms. (y/n),” the small voice of Beth called your attention and you snapped out of your worries over kissing Captain America to give her your full, undivided attention. 

“Yes sweetheart?”

The girl stood up from the group she had been huddled in. Her hair was now in a maddening tangle of red blossoming from the golden clip she’d been showing off to everyone previously that morning. Her blue and gray dress was now covered in dirt with a few rips up in the fabric. In her arms, she carried the Captain America lamp. It was no longer lit up and looked like it had a few cracks, but it was still in one piece. You smiled at her and held out your arms. She gladly waded through the sea of bodies and sat herself on your lap, clutching the lamp to her body.

“I wanna go home,” she whispered. 

You nodded and pet her tangled hair. You were sure that was all anybody wanted right now. 

~

It felt like hours later when the first responders used the intercom system to tell everyone that the battle was over. The “Avengers” had one, the aliens were gone. We could all come out and go to the hospital or home. By this time, all of your students had been located by their parents, the police had assisted with this and, it was deeply surprising how many parents were in the same subway entrance as you were with your kids. Only a few had to be taken to different entrances by police officers and you’d gotten confirmation that they’d made it. 

Upon the announcement, the crowd began to clear out with a rolling mutter, brave souls venturing to the top to see the mess the city had become, others being put on stretchers to be take to hospitals. You’d already waved off a few paramedics who had come to take you to a hospital. There were other, far more injured people that needed medical help much more than you did. You could always nurse your knee for a few days then go. 

One paramedic had charitably given you a pair of crutches to get around on and as carefully as you could, you hauled yourself up on them to hobble out of the subway and try to get home, if you still had one, that is. 

“All the kids get to their parents ok?” a voice behind you startled you. 

You jumped and dropped one of your crutches before turning around to see who the wise-guy spooking a crippled girl was. You eyes widened when you saw Captain America picking your crutch up off he ground. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shook your head and offered him a small smile, heart accelorating. 

“Were you looking for someone?” you asked, voice coming out shy and timid now that all of the adrenaline had been flushed from your system. 

“Yeah, you,” he said. Your heart jumped. 

“What does Captain America need with me?” you asked, swallowing. 

“Well for starters, it’s Steve, and secondly, I realized I never got your number. Plus what kind of gentleman makes a beautiful woman walk home alone?” he gave you a sweet grin with a half smirk. 

“You really don’t have to do that Cap- Steve, and I’m (y/n).” 

“Oh but I do. You seem stubborn. I bet you weren’t planning on seeing a doctor about that knee until the hospitals cleared out. Am I right?” he asked. 

You just stared at him in shock. 

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, it’s a good thing I happen to know a good doctor with some homevisit experience,” he said. 

Your jaw slacked, unable to retort. The man before you took that as an excuse to gather you back up in his arms, another small shriek leaving your lips. 

“Hey! I don’t know how things worked in the 40’s, but you can just go around picking girls up! Especially ones that are bound to literally break your back!” you argued, glaring at him. 

“Break my back?” he tossed you up in the air and caught you smoothly in the air as though to prove a point. You yelped and squirmed as he smoothly caught you again. 

“Hey!” 

“Now are you going to tell me where you live or are you going to make me guess? Because I promise, I’m not the best guesser.”

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest but gave him your address never the less. It wasn’t too far, eight blocks away, but you didn’t like the thought of your body weight baring down on Steve’s shoulders after he literally just saved your life a few hours ago. He didn’t complain though, keeping a steady pace the entire trip until he walked you straight up to your apartment doors (surprisingly, the apartment and most things surrounding were still standing and untouched). 

You unlocked the door while still in his arms and he carried you through the doorway. 

“Nice place,” he said before gently placing you down on the couch and snagging a throw pillow, placing it on the coffee table to elevate your leg. “Dr. Banner should be around later tonight, he has a few things to clean up first,” Steve said. 

You nodded and leaned into the cushions, letting your muscles relax as you slowly felt yourself succumb to the events of the day. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you sniffled. 

He sat down on the couch beside you and took one of your hands in his. 

“I wasn’t going to let you or any of those kids die,” he promised. 

You nodded, hot tears slowly rolling down your cheeks and he caressed your skin, brushing the tears away with his thumb. 

“I know this is horrible timing, emotions are high right now because we just got out of an intense fight, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get dinner with me sometime? Or maybe go dancing if we can find somewhere?” he asked. 

Maybe it was your already raw emotions or the shock of the days events, but you found yourself giggling at his question, so much so that he almost looked confused and insecure, afraid you were laughing at him. 

“I promise there are places to dance around here, but I doubt they’d be anything like you’re used to,” you chuckled. 

This brought a smile to his lips. 

“I’d be happy to give it a chance if you’ll give this a chance. Will you?” he asked. 

You thought about it for a moment. A thousand questions were running through your head. Why you? Why now? How was this even possible? But despite all those questions, there was still a small voice in the back of your head saying ‘Captain America will come rescue us,’ and he did, some way, some how, he found us. Now he was finding just you, and that warmed a piece of your heart you thought had been frozen a long time ago. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

A smile crossed features and he scooted a little closer. 

“How’s Saturday night sound?” he asked. “Assuming you can walk.”

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, leaning closer to him. 

When you kissed his cheek this time, it wasn’t out of shock or delirium and you didn’t immediately regret it. This time, when your lips touched his cheek, you wished it were his lips, but that would come in time. You could be patient because he was worth being patient for.

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Liking someone can be such a burden. One second, you’re fine. The second, you can’t get him out of your head. His voice. His smile. The sound of his laugh. And the aching loneliness when you can’t see him, hear him, talk to him… Long distance makes it worse. Seeing him once every few months when your heart stops pounding when someone mentions his name, but throbs when he texts back, and beats out of your chest when you finally see him again. When you think maybe your over your crush, but instead, it somehow seems to have grown stronger in the distance. And what makes things even worse? Knowing he probably doesn’t feel the same…

#rants #randomness #crushing #hopeless love

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Forgotten Letters | June 26, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Steve, 

I can’t believe you!! You wait to tell me all of that TWO DAYS before you’re set to undergo the procedure!!! I had no time to talk you out of it!! I know that was your plan, but that is completely ridiculous! I can’t believe you would do that!! What did you even know about this “project”? Why were you the person they wanted? What was this supposed to do to you? How long it takes? The chances of survival? Do you know the answers to any of those questions? Honestly Steven, I can’t believe you wouldn’t at least tell me what was going on before it happened so I may have had a chance to talk to you about it? I honestly can’t even believe you right now! Now I have to wait even more anxiously, hoping you didn’t DIE from a procedure you knew little about!! And besides all that, what kind of changes was this project supposed to make? Making you less sickly is one thing, but “Super Soldier” sounds like something entirely different! Did you let this “Peggy” chick talk you into doing some kind of enhancement bull so that she’d find you attractive? Because damn Steve, you ARE attractive!! Even if you can’t open your own eyes to see it!! Gah! I am so mad right now!! How am I even supposed to write a non-angry letter after reading yours! I just can’t… 

You make me so angry sometimes and I almost want to tell you that I’m going to break into your apartment and break everything! But we both know I’d be lying! Yes, I’ll work on bringing all of your stupid stuff to my apartment when the lease clears you overgrown bag of beautiful weeds! I can’t even insult you properly! You had better send me a letter AS SOON as you get this one, but I swear, if you don’t, I’m going to figure out exactly where you are, fly out there, and drag you all the way back home by your EAR!! Just like Mrs. Rogers used to do!!Christ what made you agree to something like that! I’m appalled! And I’m sure when James gets my letter, he’s going to be just as appalled! He might side with me for once!

I’m sorry this letter is short, but you don’t deserve a long one! I love you you dumb oaf! And you better come home!

Love,

A very angry Y/N

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Forgotten Letters | June 10, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Y/N,

I miss you too. It isn’t the same without getting up and coming into the tea shop or staying the night at your house and getting woken up by Duncan instead of a trumpet. But regardless, I’m alright. The commander definitely doesn’t make things easy on me, but I’m learning. I can feel myself getting stronger. I’ve only had a couple asthma attacks since I’ve been here and they only threatened to send me home on the last one, but Dr. Erskine was quick to convince them differently. He keeps saying they need me. It’s comforting, but I’m the runt of the bunch. Everyone else is brutishly strong. I’m even smaller than our second in command, Agent Peggy Carter! 

Speaking of Peggy, she’s a really nice girl… dame… woman! She doesn’t pick on me like the commander does, but I don’t know why. Maybe she sees something else in me. Maybe she sees the same thing you see in me! I don’t get how we became such good friends either! But that’s beside the point. 

Bottom line, I’m well and alive. I really don’t see them sending me out to fight Nazi’s any time soon. All any of us have been doing is training, which sure, it’s a good thing, but there are still people dying! Bucky’s group isn’t doing much better though, last time I heard anything. Then, of course, I’m sure you already know that. I’m sure you probably know more about the two of us than we know about each other, especially if you’re sending him letters too. 

On the topic of the letters, if Howard Stark left that money in the tip jar, I’m sure he knew what he was doing. I wouldn’t stress too much about not spending it to give it back to him. Even if he didn’t realize how much was there, if he still hasn’t come back for it, he isn’t missing it. However, do not, and I repeat, do not use all that money to send letters to Bucky and I! Use it to buy good food or even maybe as a downpayment on an apartment. I know you’re worried about your Nan, but it’s not like you’re not going to see her at all, and she’s running you crazy having you run the shop and still come home early enough to make her dinner and put her to bed. She isn’t helpless! She isn’t really even that old! And she’s in good health, unless something has changed since I left. Don’t let her continue to use you. Please. I don’t want to come home and find my best friend six feet under before me because her Nan stressed her out to the point of exhaustion. 

I’m sorry the letter is short. I enjoyed reading yours and I hope to read more. They bring me comfort and a sense of companionship, even though we’re not still goofing off in the tea shop. I hope I’ll be able to write a longer letter next time, but right now, I’ve got troop mates walking around and three have asked if I’m writing to a girl. If I say yes, they’re likely to tear up the letter and it’ll take me even longer to respond. 

I’ll keep you in the loop about my health and I promise not to be too reckless, for you. I’d hate for you to kill me if I die. I love you too, Y/N. I can’t wait to come back home and see my best friend again. 

Until my next letter, Steve

#so sweet #thank you #I'm so glad you liked it!!

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Forgotten Letters | June 20, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Y/N,

I understand your worry, but I promise, I’m being careful. I know I don’t have the best reputation at knowing who to trust, but I really believe Dr. Erskine and Peggy both have good intentions. They’ve both done nothing but help me. Making sure I don’t have asthma attacks and keeping me out of the line of fire from Hodge and the other troop members that are, well, bullies. Now, I will say, I have agreed to help Dr. Erskine out with a little experiment. He calls it the Super Soldier project. I can’t go into a lot of details, but if it works out, I’ll be a changed man and all of my sickly complications should be, for the most part, over. I have to go through a whole procedure to undergo the project, but I’ve been assured that it’s safe, mostly anyway. 

I am happy to hear that you’re moving out! It’s not like you to take my suggestions, but I am very happy to hear that you’re taking this one. Your Nan takes advantage of you. No one deserves that! Hopefully, you’ll be reading this letter in your new apartment! And the possibility of living together will definitely give me ambition to get back home! I doubt Mrs. Crane will wait for me to return before releasing my apartment. We both know she isn’t a very patient woman. In fact, perhaps after you move in, you can maybe take some of my more valuable items back to your apartment? I know it’s a lot to ask, but, like I said, we both know how Mrs. Crane gets and if the plan is to live together after the war, it could make everything easier! Though, I am sorry to ask so much of you, and you obviously don’t have to if you are against it. I understand!

I suppose as I reach the bottom of the page I should tell you a couple of things that I’m sure you won’t like. First, I may have ignored your earlier request. It wasn’t completely intentional. I did it with sound mind, but it was a reflex. There was a grenade. A dummy grenade, though I didn’t know that at the time. I jumped on top of it and waiting. I said goodbye to you and Bucky in my brain before I realized it was fake and that’s when the official request was sent. Apparently, Dr. Erskine was waiting for the commander to sign off on the Super Soldier project with me, but the grenade stunt sealed the deal. 

On that same note, I’ll be undergoing the project in two days so, by the time you’re reading this, I’ll have already undergone the procedure. Please don’t be mad at me for this decision. I hope you hear from you soon and I promise I’ll write as quickly as I can so you know I’m alright. 

Love,

Your bestest friend, Steve.

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Forgotten Letters | June 14, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Steve,

I can’t describe into words how happy I was when your letter arrived. I had been waiting for the post every day since I sent my first letter. I know that’s an odd thing to say, and James is definitely going to tease me about it when I receive his next letter, but I couldn’t help it. I’m worried about you. And not in the way you’re probably thinking! I’m just as worried about James! You’re my boys! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you! But Steve, I really don’t know how I’d cope if I lost you. So no… running into heavy gunfire unprotected or jumping on top of grenades like I know you would! I need you to come home. I need to hug you again. 

I am sorry for being so negative. I know you don’t like it, but the dreams are back, and this time, they’re far more real than you getting hit by a car or murdered in the back of an alley. Now, you’re not here where I can come to your house at 2am when I can’t sleep and that is starting to haunt me. But regardless, I don’t want the entirety of this letter to be selfish. 

I’m glad to hear you’ve made a friend! Peggy sounds nice! Does she train with you? Know anything about her? There aren’t many women allowed in the war, is she a soldier or a nurse? You don’t hear of female soldiers very often. Though you did call her “agent,” is she some sort of spy? I only ask because, well, you know how some people can be. Two-faced. Pretending to be transparent when, in reality, they are a color that distracts from their true color. Like black concealing orange. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Make sure you can really trust her before you let yourself get too caught up in a one-sided friendship. 

Changing the subject, however, this doctor, are you sure you can trust him? Does it strike you odd that every other doctor in the city declined your request to enter the war, but not this man? That sounds fishy to me Steve, and I didn’t have the chance before you left to tell you. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, though I’m sure it sounds that way. I just don’t want you getting hurt. I apologize for my protective nature, but you know it’s not something I can help. 

On a lighter note, Mr. Stark never came back to the shop. It’s been long enough now that I assume you’re right. He isn’t coming back. And if he does, I’ll explain the situation. He seemed nice enough to understand. I did go out and buy plenty of ink and paper to write to you and James, but I promise, I also got good food! Actually, I got plenty of food to stock in the new refrigerator in the new apartment I’m working on leasing. It isn’t a done deal, but the owners are very nice and we’re waiting for the lease to open before they fully accept my offer. Nan isn’t happy, of course, but you’re right. I’ve gotta get out of that place. Plus, the apartment I’m working on leasing is a two bedroom apartment! Maybe when you come home, we can live together! Just like we always planned!

Be safe Steve, and write me again so I know you’re being safe! I love you and I will continue waiting by the post for your letter. I’ll continue counting down the days until you come home. Win the war quickly. 

Lot’s of Love,

Y/N

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Fucked Up | Bucky x Steve x Reader, Platonic!Tony x Reader (Angst, mild Fluff)

Category: Angst, mild Fluff (Suggested) Age: 16+ Trigger Warnings: Arguing, mentions of abusive past (parents), physical violence, PTSD, panic attack Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader, Platonic!Tony x Reader Summary: Tony Yells At Reader, Triggering Her PTSD Of An Abusive Past Request: “I hope you’re doing well and I hope I don’t add to a huge list of requests! if I do, feel free to ignore this request 😘 Stucky x reader where reader has certain triggers from past trauma and men yelling at her is one of them. Tony gets really angry at her after a mission and Stucky doesn’t like it at all because they know she’s going to be scared and cry. She does and suddenly she’s really small and Tony frightens her as he steps towards her. Protective!Stucky. thank you 🥰🥰” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 3,474

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The tension that lingered in the air on the jet home was nothing new to any of the team.

Almost everyone has been on the receiving end of the man who’s bubbling with anger, (Y/N) included, but here she is again.

She understands that she went against the plan but it worked out in their favour - she got extra information. Did she put her life at risk while getting it? Yes. But all of their lives were at risk the entire time so why was it any different? Unnecessary danger. That’s what Tony calls it.

Who gives a shit? Danger is danger regardless.

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Forgotten Letters | June 10, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she’s in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can’t bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author’s Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Y/N,

I miss you too. It isn’t the same without getting up and coming into the tea shop or staying the night at your house and getting woken up by Duncan instead of a trumpet. But regardless, I’m alright. The commander definitely doesn’t make things easy on me, but I’m learning. I can feel myself getting stronger. I’ve only had a couple asthma attacks since I’ve been here and they only threatened to send me home on the last one, but Dr. Erskine was quick to convince them differently. He keeps saying they need me. It’s comforting, but I’m the runt of the bunch. Everyone else is brutishly strong. I’m even smaller than our second in command, Agent Peggy Carter! 

Speaking of Peggy, she’s a really nice girl… dame… woman! She doesn’t pick on me like the commander does, but I don’t know why. Maybe she sees something else in me. Maybe she sees the same thing you see in me! I don’t get how we became such good friends either! But that’s beside the point. 

Bottom line, I’m well and alive. I really don’t see them sending me out to fight Nazi’s any time soon. All any of us have been doing is training, which sure, it’s a good thing, but there are still people dying! Bucky’s group isn’t doing much better though, last time I heard anything. Then, of course, I’m sure you already know that. I’m sure you probably know more about the two of us than we know about each other, especially if you’re sending him letters too. 

On the topic of the letters, if Howard Stark left that money in the tip jar, I’m sure he knew what he was doing. I wouldn’t stress too much about not spending it to give it back to him. Even if he didn’t realize how much was there, if he still hasn’t come back for it, he isn’t missing it. However, do not, and I repeat, do not use all that money to send letters to Bucky and I! Use it to buy good food or even maybe as a downpayment on an apartment. I know you’re worried about your Nan, but it’s not like you’re not going to see her at all, and she’s running you crazy having you run the shop and still come home early enough to make her dinner and put her to bed. She isn’t helpless! She isn’t really even that old! And she’s in good health, unless something has changed since I left. Don’t let her continue to use you. Please. I don’t want to come home and find my best friend six feet under before me because her Nan stressed her out to the point of exhaustion. 

I’m sorry the letter is short. I enjoyed reading yours and I hope to read more. They bring me comfort and a sense of companionship, even though we’re not still goofing off in the tea shop. I hope I’ll be able to write a longer letter next time, but right now, I’ve got troop mates walking around and three have asked if I’m writing to a girl. If I say yes, they’re likely to tear up the letter and it’ll take me even longer to respond. 

I’ll keep you in the loop about my health and I promise not to be too reckless, for you. I’d hate for you to kill me if I die. I love you too, Y/N. I can’t wait to come back home and see my best friend again. 

Until my next letter, Steve

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Forgotten Letters | June 5, 1943

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Warnings: mention of character death, WWII, Summary: Steve left for war and Y/N Barnes was left behind worrying about the best friend she's in love with and her brother. Letters between the three keep her nerves calm, but she can't bear the thought of losing them when something happens. Author's Note: This is a series of short letters between Steve, Bucky, and the reader. Each part is a different letter. This fic takes place during Captain America: The First Avenger.

Dear Steve, 

Things aren’t the same here without you. The tea shop has been empty without our favorite customer. No one has the time for tea anymore anyway. Mostly, we see those same rich stiffs who are too up their own butts to bother with a “please” or a “thank you” rather than barking orders. You’ll never believe who came in yesterday though! Howard Stark! As in the inventor we saw at the fair right before you left! 

I was in the process of cleaning up the counters when he came in! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked up and saw him! I nearly forgot to ask what he wanted to order. Howard Stark! In my Nan’s little shop! 

He ordered that expensive tea we hardly ever sell and I kept apologizing for taking so long. Like I said, I was in the middle of washing the counters, so the cups and other equipment were in the water waiting to be washed. He was patient though. He stood at the counter and talked to me while I was washing the dishes. I didn’t think there was much to talk about, honestly. I don’t understand the mechanics of inventions, but I can appreciate them. He was telling me about some new things he’s working on and they made sense as he was talking! 

We talked about other things too though. I made him his tea and expected him to leave, but he sat at the bar and sipped his tea while we talked. He was very polite. I felt a little bad when we got on the subject of the war because I couldn’t stop myself from telling him all about you. My best friend! Guy who stopped at nothing to go off to war even when the world was telling you no. I told him how proud I was of you and how much I missed you. He was very empathetic. Even offering to give me money for stamps so I could write to you more often (I declined the offer. It was too much to ask of a patron). 

Before I even realized it, the sun was setting and it was time to close the shop. I was sad to usher him out, especially after such splendid conversations, but Nan was expecting me back home and well, you know how she gets when she’s hungry. So he paid and slipped some money into the tip jar. I didn’t want to be rude and look while he was standing there, so when I locked the door behind him and began shutting off the lights, I looked. Steve, he left me a hundred dollars in small bills.I ran out of the shop to call after him, to thank him or ask him if he meant to leave that much (I wasn’t sure which), but he was already gone. I felt really bad, so I’m going to hold onto the majority of it and hope he comes back so I can give it back to him. It’s too much!  Though, I must admit, I used a little of it to buy fresh paper and ink and a pack of stamps. I couldn’t not send you a letter, of course! 

Writing this letter has just reminded me of how much I miss you. I hope the ink doesn’t smudge too much, but if it does, don’t worry, I’m not crying over you! I got something in my eye!

I hope you are well in the war. They know about your asthma and lung problems right? I swear, I still can’t believe that the doctor agreed to sign your papers! I’m glad you’re living your dream but Steve, please be careful. Don’t push yourself too far, and for goodness sake, don’t pick a fight again! James is in an entirely different division! He can’t save you and I don’t want you sent home in a box! Especially not from being beaten to death by your own squadmates!

I know I must sound horribly cynical. I’m worried for you. Leaving so last minute… I didn’t even get to give you a proper goodbye send off like we did for James! I guess we’ll just have to celebrate when you both come home. So you better come home!

I have so much more to say, but I’m running out of room. I have to try and ration the paper, I don't want to have to use more of Mr. Stark’s money…

Please be safe and write soon so I know you’re ok. I love you Stevie and I better get to see you again, alive. Don’t do anything stupid. (Maybe I should put that same statement in James’ letter too…). I look forward to your response letter. Please don’t make me wait too long. You know I worry. Hear from you soon!

Love,  Y/N

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Started: 12/24/2022 Last Updated: 4/11/23 Total Works: 1

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A collection of letters between Steve Rogers, Y/N Barnes, and Bucky Barnes after the two men go off to war.

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