#Steve Rogers x genderless!reader

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You Really Think I Didn’t Know?(Pt4)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word count: 800+ Warnings/disclaimer: signs of depression; mentions of death; A/N: This is the Steve version of part four and essentially the ending of this story. It's been fun thinking about these characters this is my favourite Steve to write. I'm done with their journey personally but if prompted I could still throw something out there so feel free to reach out Summary: (Post Endgame AU) Five years later and Steve finally comes back home. As always be nice to me I'm delicate • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

You kick your bag into the room first because at this point you've fucking had it with today. You walked to the corner store to pick up a few things. Half of what you went in for was expired or sold out, then some guy outside Starbucks spilled a white chocolate something on your shoe, and on the way home it started pouring rain. You quickly run in to set your groceries on the counter before the bag with all the cans in it finished ripping. You sigh with relief and stomp to shut the door, locking it religiously, shrugging off your coat in the process. Before you get to turn back towards the kitchen you hear a light shifting in the hallway. Someone's here. You can feel your whole body tense up, positive whoever it is can see it happening too. Fantastic. Now you're being robbed. What a wonderful way to finish out this shit storm of a day. You hadn't even gotten the chance to think of a plan of attack before your intruder speaks up.      "I would've helped with the groceries but I wanted to surprise you."

A deep voice called from the hall. Snapping your head around you see a familiar figure gently leaning against the entry to the living room. You've imagined him back here with you before but this was your best work yet. Incredibly realistic. Almost as if-

     "It's just me, y/n." You can imagine the look on your face. Panicked. Tired. Hurt. Just you huh.He stepped forward into the light so you could get a better look but not an inch more, he knows you better than that. He was tired when he left but this is the face of a purely exhausted man. Someone who wanted so bad to fight and win and got too much of what he asked for. You didn't think about time but you must've stared at him for too long. He tilted his head ever so slightly and soften his face with concern. You felt like crying. You should, it would be better for your soul, but you were gonna play tough as long as possible. It's what he wanted you to do this whole time, right? Why stop now. You push yourself away from the door, eyes still trained on him. He shaved. You just noticed.

     "...five years."      "It didn't feel right to come see you without... winning."

That's a shitty excuse.      "I wouldn't have cared."

You know he was just hoping to come back here to something calm and nice and welcoming but so have you. He takes a step closer, obviously done with you pretending to be mad at him. You make a B-line for the kitchen and start putting away your groceries, Steve trailing behind but keeping his distance. He settles for across the bar. You begrudgingly throw a loaf of bread on the counter and almost certainly crack every egg in the carton slamming it into the fridge. The next bag is ice cream. You pause, glancing back up at him. Remembering the night he left. What it really did to you. What the last five lonely years did to you when his phone vibrates gently in his pocket. He ignores it, gaze still fixated on you.      "How are your friends?"

You casually brush the hair off your shoulder, eyebrows raised but still concentrating on your chore. Or you would be except he takes a large breath. A noticeable one. You weren't expecting the hesitation. He smirks, just a tiny bit, almost for your benefit.      "We lost Tony... and Nat."

You can feel your body turn liquid and start to sink into the floor. The thought of his friends dying in their fight never even crossed your mind. There's an instant surge of guilt.      "Steve..."

You drop a bag of something on the floor reach across the counter to rest a hand on his arm. He's warm. You round the corner quickly and tippy toe up to wrap your arms around his neck, burrying your faces in each other's shoulders. He sighs deep, squeezing you tight like he's trying to keep all your pieces together. You gasp softly at the sensation unable to hold back the tears any longer. He's real. He's here. You claw at him, holding on for dear life.

     "Five years, Steve."      "I know." You could've died too... instead...

He probably almost did and you're upset he didn't send you a text or a postcard. He leans back slightly to take in the sight of you.

     "Are you wet?"

The rain had completely left your mind. You pause, unsure if it's too soon to start joking around again but he did lob it up for you perfectly. After a quick scan of his face and too long an awkward silence you can see the realisation hit his face and you snort laughing.

     "Don't be gross." He takes the back of your head with his hand and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulls away to look you in the eye. You quickly cover his mouth with yours and hold him there. Then smack him in the chest making sure he understands.

     “Don't ever do that to me again."

*Read the Bucky AU Ending to this story, A Promise pt.1, HERE!*

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x genderless!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #you really think i didnt know #Steve angst #Sad steve #post endgame #post endgame au #post snap au #post snap #depression #mentions of death

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes. 

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch. 

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”  

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m  gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

I am indecisive and have little energy so please help me decide which one shot to work on first:

Color Me Blue

A Bruce Wayne (Pattinson!) x Selina Kyle based on the song Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey. Lots of fluff and maybe a little angst. Lyric that stands out the most for this one is “Why wait for the best when I can have you?” This one is definitely more vibes based.

Bruce Wayne in The Bathroom

A Bruce Wayne x Ex!Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle based on the song Michael in The Bathroom from Be More Chill. Essentially, Bruce goes to a party that Clark is covering and has a panic attack in the bathroom from seeing him. Once he eventually comes out of the bathroom, he ends up having an okay night with Selina Kyle who steals his watch at the end of the night.

Loving You Is In My Bones

A Matt Murdock x Genderless!Reader based on the song Adam's Ribs by Jensen McRae. Set at the end of Defenders, the reader is informed that Matt is dead but they refuse to believe it. Lots of angst but a happy ending. Might be a sequel to my Half-Hearted One Shot, unsure right now.

All Too Well

A Steve Rogers x Genderless!Reader based on the 10 minute version of Taylor Swift's All Too Well. Steve uses the reader as a cover during the time between Civil War and Infinity War. He breaks it off right before everything kicks off in Infinity War. Reader gets snapped, and when they come back. Well. We know what happens, don't we?

Whatever She Wants

A Wanda Maximoff x Genderless!Reader based on Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers. After everything that happened to her, Wanda has had enough and is so tired. That's when she meets the reader, working at a diner in the middle of no where. Reader is immediately captivated. Lots of fluff.

#mcu oneshot #the batman oneshot #daredevil oneshot #aspiring thanatologist ideas

[freddiefcknmercury]

“Please don’t shut me out.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (enby)Reader

Word count: 500+ Something short, some Drabble really.

Warnings/disclaimer: romantic relationship implied; insecurity; anxiety; they/them Reader.

A/N: oooooo shit so fics in one day?! Must be a holiday(re:coincidence). I've been thinking about my writing and I definitely need to write more stories with explicitly enby and/or black readers so this is me hopefully fuelling that fire.

Summary: Steve is still struggling with reader’s pronouns and it reaches a head(again?)

As always, be nice to me I'm delicate • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

It was a small gathering. Some drinks with a couple friends in the least patriotic way possible. A reason to dress like normal people and go out for a change.But he'd been doing it all night. Introducing you to someone only to shift uncomfortably afterward. You took it as a sign. Good at getting complacent, you never could see a breakup coming. Maybe this time was different for a reason? Maybe it was your turn to take control of the situation. 

You say goodbye to whoever that was, grab him by the elbow, and drag him into a side room to be alone. 

"Whats wrong y/n?" 

His tone is filled with concern.

"If this is the end I need you to get it over with right now."

He seems genuinely caught off guard. "...what are you talking about?"

He crosses his arms. "The way you've been acting all night?"

You stop and take a breath, levelling yourself. 

"If you want to break up let's just do it now, so I can leave."

You're upset at how childish it sounds. He looked over your face, searching for something, you're not sure what though and you don't think he found it. Slowly, quietly he speaks up.

"What makes you think I don't want to see you anymore?"

Now you're confused.

"If you don't, then why have you been so strange all night?"

The realisation waves over his face followed immediately by shame. He hesitates.

“Your pronouns."

You feel your eyes go wide for just a second. The two of you had this conversation before, you thought it was dealt with.

"You're upset about my pronouns?"

"Yes- NO, no."

He rubs his eyes trying to settle into someplace familiar in his mind. You try to remain patient but the heat bubbling inside you is starting to burn.

"I am upset, but upset with myself."

You lock onto his face waiting for him to elaborate. 

"This is a simple, easy thing to do- just use your pronouns. And yet, for some fucking reason I can't remember to and I'm embarrassing you in the process every time."

He scoffs at himself, placing a hand on his hip and scratching the back of his neck with the other.

“I'm not upset with you, or who you are... what you want. I could never be." 

The colour in his face has drained out.

"I'm trying, y/n. I really am. I need you to know that." You twiddle your thumbs a bit trying to process. You're hurting, but not sure how just yet.

“If this is really taking that much of a toll on you then I don't think-"

"No, It's not. Its still just a little new."

You blink back a few tears. Normally you don't think this would be that big of a deal. Except it's been about two months since you went public with your decision and Steve seems to be the only one struggling. Your arms go limp with defeat.

“I'm tired, Steve." "I'm trying, y/n."

"I know..."

You give him a soft smile of recognition.

"I'm just waiting for the day you get tired of trying."

"Don't hold your breath."

He shakes his head gently. You can hear how annoyed he is with himself.

"Please don't shut me out."

He slowly steps over, cupping your face in his hands. Gently smoothing your cheeks with his thumbs. He is trying, very hard. That's all you can ask of him for right now. 

"I won't."

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x enby reader #Steve Rogers x genderless!reader #enby reader

[freddiefcknmercury]

You really think I didn’t know? pt.3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader/ Enby Reader

Word count: 1.9k+

Warnings/disclaimer: Angst; cursing;

A/N: This is the last part until A4. Unless I get a request for these characters again.

Summary: Steve is leaving to try and fix the universe. You're not prepared for it yet.

As always be nice to me I'm delicate

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It's weird to watch him scatter around like this. Frantic. Like when you're packing for a big trip and don't want to forget the cord to your phone. Initially you wanted to help him prepare but now you're just sitting on the couch trying to stay out of his way while he goes over whatever mental checklist he's working through. 

You used to trip over each other all the time in the beginning; both too polite and just trying to give the other their own space. Accidentally smacking into him was like running into the side of a mountain at full speed. It stung like hell over your whole body, plus you can't deal with the incessant apologising. Now, though, if you didn't brush against each other at least 20 times a day did you really even see him at all? He'd never admit it if you were to ask him, but he's obviously trying to avoid eye contact. Can't blame him. 

Maybe if he doesn't look at you it won't hurt as much when he finally leaves. It's weird thinking this could be the last time you see him. You just got him. The two of you just got this close. How much is this going to hurt later? It's almost weirder thinking he'll be right back. He's still going to be Captain America and you're demanding he pay rent.

He starts scanning the room for something. You know exactly what it is, he does it a lot for a super soldier. He must've let his mind get clouded. Feeling pockets. Visibly retracing steps. It's taking longer than you thought it would this time.

"Phone is on the counter by the coffee pot." He breezes over and sure enough there it is, plugged into the wall charging. He took a long look down at the counter before finally finding the courage to look at you for the first time in the last 30 minutes. 

"Thanks." There's something more he wants to say; it's all over his face, but it's nothing you need to hear yet. He starts scattering again. After a while he slows down. There's an ever so brief glance in your direction then he dips in the closet, under the safe, and beneath a lose floor board. There's a crevice you didn't know was there until he lifts it and pulls out a small gym bag. Quickly ducking into his bedroom with it.

His door is directly across from yours. It's always closed though. Sometimes you'd stare at it in your mirror trying to think of reasons to knock just to have an excuse to look at him. You've only been in there once, just to deliver some mail, and it almost broke your heart. Dozens of beautiful and silly drawings strewn accross his desk and a sketch pad on his night stand. You thought about buying him some nice pencils for Christmas. They could almost distract you from just how empty and cold the rest of the room is. Aside from a bed and a record player there's almost nothing homey about it at all. There's just enough of something to make it comfortable, liveable, but not enough to miss it if he suddenly needed to leave. Like now.

You hear his door open and see the light switch off. He hasn't moved from the door frame yet though. Is he scared? Steve Rogers is scared... of you? He takes small light steps back into the front room. He's changed into his "uniform." That must've been what was in the bag. The stars are torn off his chest and the red has turned almost black, but it's unmistakable. There's something imposing, almost mean about it though. When you thought of Captain America before, all that comes to mind are explosions of rich bright colors and "freedom." But now, with this... this just feels hurt.

You have no idea how the expression on your face reads but it makes him shift uncomfortably. 

"I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see..." he trails off running a hand through dark golden locs and rubbing the back of his neck. Hes annoyed; upset that he has to show you this, that you had to see him like this. It's sad but, he looks good. "Joseph" was sweet and quiet. He reminded you of a flannel blanket you might keep on the back of the couch. Always there, warm and comforting. Not that you didn't think Joseph couldn't defend either of you if he needed to, he's huge and can handle himself. Steve, though, Steve looks like he could kick some real ass. 

"I've seen Cap before." You're trying to reassure him but you're not convinced that's how it came out. The two of you stare in each other's general direction for almost too long before he gets a sudden realisation and dips back into his bedroom. He comes out and drops a different duffel bag at your feet. It slams into the floor with a heavy thud. He gestures towards it, face serious.

"For you. Just in case." You uncross your legs slowly and bend to pull the zipper on the bag. Money. There's at least 100K in here. You're kind of horrified and still just a bit confused when you look up to read him. "Just in case." He repeats, voice a husky whisper.

I don't come back.  That's what he wants to say. At least that's what the rest of that sentence really is anyway. What you both know he means. This is for you to pay rent and eat just in case I don't come back. You don't want to take it but he's not gonna let you decline. He doesn't want his trying to be a hero inadvertently kill you.

“And you only bought four cartons of ice cream?" He drops his head, a shy smile on his face. He carries the bag into your bedroom, you asume he has a hiding place in there too."I suppose you're all set then." You get up and meet him half way accross the room smoothing your hands down into your back pockets.

"Just about." His jaw is clenched. This is hurting him too, you can see it now. "...Is it weird?"

"Which part?" He finally meets your gaze. His eyes are watery. It looks like he's almost ready to cry, that makes your throat dry up.

"Having a superhero in your living room." He wants to lighten the mood, try to find some humour. He's witty when he wants to be, it's a lot of why you like him. 

You shrug, "No, no not really." He cocks an eyebrow at you with the tiniest of smirks. You gesture vaguely at the front door, nodding. "Y'know... Ironman was just here so. It's lit."  He laughs. It's soft and and short but he laughs. A real laugh with a real smile flashing all those pearly whites for the first time since dinner. He steps forward and presses his forehead against yours, nuzzling into you gently. You can feel his large steady breaths."If you die I'm gonna be really pissed." 

"Mmm." He presses a kiss against your forehead while slowly sliding his hands up the back of your neck into the thick of your hair, gently massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. All those nights of natural hair gurus turned up too loud in the bathroom finally paid off something, even if you still have zero definition. You press into his chest gently; suggesting him backwards, leading him towards his bedroom door. You wonder if you could get into his pants again. He'd probably let you. You've kept him this long already right? Then you'd just end up missing him more and you're already on the edge of a breakdown.

"Lay with me. Until I fall sleep." You're not asking and to be honest it's the least he can do. He reaches behind himself to open it. He's cleaned up everything already, not that there was much to do. It's just as cold as you thought it would be. No drawings. No music. Just a place some guy used to sleep. You crawl into bed and he pulls you into him. Just as warm as always, but this uniform is uncomfortable as fuck. It smells like metal, smoke, and a list of places you've never been. There's a buckle slightly digging into your shoulder but you can't care. This is exactly where you want to be even if it only lasts another hour. 

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A car alarm just up the street wakes you up. You roll onto your side to look at the clock on the night stand: 9:53. You immediately feel the hole. He's long gone by now. No chasing after him. You're trying to decide if he really is just incredibly stealthy or if your body decided that last night would be the first time in months you'd sleep heavy and undisturbed. You could cry, that's the next logical step, but there's something just under your skin telling you not to. At least not yet. You get up to make breakfast when you notice the card taped to the back of the door. You grab it but stare blankly into the void. Sitting at his desk flipping it back and forth between your hands for a good 10 minutes. You almost don't read it. You can't be told goodbye, it wouldn't be fair. It's a shitty Steve move he'd try and pull though. There's some crumpled pieces of paper in the waste basket. He tried writing this a few times. Do not fucking cry. You don't know if it's courage or fear that finally made you open it.

Don't let me hurt you. 

Know when to run. 

Eat ice cream every day. 

Please pet the cats.

There's a huge knot of stress forming on the back of your neck but you're not gonna cry. That wasn't so bad. You hate to admit it and you never would, but that note will probably go with you everywhere. Just until he gets back. Your stomach starts talking to you, sleeping in and stressing out aren't great for running on empty. Walking into the kitchen you get stopped short. That sentimental asshole left you two gifts. What was probably a nice warm homemade breakfast of pancakes, that is now cold. And a t-shirt, folded and placed neatly on the counter right under your phone. Right where you can see it. All it says is "Brooklyn." You think it's new, you've never seen him wear it at least. You can smell him as soon as you pick it up. Jerk. It's like he soaked it in Steve before he left. You thought maybe you could hold back the tears another few days, a week if you really really wanted to. You lasted 20 minutes.You preheat the oven to warm your pancakes and slip his shirt-your shirt-over your head. Plopping yourself up on the counter. You just let the tears roll down your face. Why fight it? No whining. No sobbing. Just tears as you replay the events from the last day over in your mind. Wishing you gave into every impulse "just in case." Hating yourself for not believing in him enough to know he's coming back. He's fucking Captain America... You chuckle lightly to yourself.

"You really thought I didn't know..."

Part Four(End)

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x genderless!reader #you really think i didnt know #captain america #post snap au #mine #fan fiction #black!reader #genderless!reader #natural hair

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A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky imagine #bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x genderless!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #fic playlist #crimson and clover #every time I breathe #navy blue #arlissa #tommy james and the shondells #hasani #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #milk of magnesia

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Invited to the Cookout pt1

(Not my gif/image; purely for visual reference.)

Pairing: Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Black/Enby Reader.

Words Count: 1.3K+

WarningsDisclaimer: Violence; racism(this is set in the 30s folks); cursing; alluding to assault.

A/N: I got a lot of great feedback and support for my Steve headcanon and I decided I was gonna make something out of it because haters can suck it. 😊

Summary: Steve gets into some trouble trying to help reader but they're ready to help him out as well.

As always be nice I'm delicate.

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You are running behind this morning. Just a few minutes but that's plenty to get you in trouble. You always cut through the back alley at the edge of this neighborhood, this notoriously white neighborhood. It helps shave a little time and if you wanted to keep your job you definitely needed to now. You're cutting it close on making it to work. For months you'd had all the work schedules sorted, yours plus the white folks around here, so you could avoid any unwanted attention and breeze through quickly. But that was only if you were on time, and today you were late.

You clung to the wall on your left just in case you needed to duck behind some garbage cans and so far this plan seemed to work. You finally reached the half way point, a small crevice of a trash lot. You stop. Voices. A large part of you wants to turn back and take the long way; risk being the extra 10minutes late. What are they gonna do? Oh, fire you...

You ponder over this for as long as you could. Just dart past and they wont see and if they do, just. Keep. Walking. You pull your scarf up over your face, pull down your cap, and hold your coat as close to you as possible. Hopefully they don't notice anything off. With a deep shaky breath you speed past the open lot. There’s four of them. Four very large white men just shooting the breeze, smoking. It's almost 7am, maybe it's too early to start something. You get a good few yards away. Did that just work? It worked... You were almost ready to let yourself relax before you hear a man's voice calling from behind you.

"Hey you! What do you think you're doin?"

Shit. Just keep walking. You're almost home free.

"Hey shit head, you know you shouldn't be here."

Just keep walking. You pick up the pace trying to close the distance between you and the corner, it'd be easy enough to lose them after that.

The rest of the men chime in and their words start to rush together. You find the courage to glance back. Oh... You hadn't seen him following behind you. Had he been watching you? Most everybody from your neighbourhood just calls him 'Brooklyn.' You've never met him, but he's easy enough to recognise. The scrawny white boy with the big mouth who seems to like getting his ass kicked. Steve. He had stopped right in front of the open lot where the men were and they've started to circle him. He gave some prick, one of their friends you assumed, a black eye around here about two weeks ago and managed to skate by with his life. But just barely. They just think he's being crazy right now, showing up like this alone, and he was. Incredibly crazy, but you can see what's really happening. He's being your distraction. They hadn't even noticed you yet. He's trying to let you get out of here safely. It's the dumbest fucking thing you've ever seen, but they'd do much worse things to you than they would to him, and they might end up killing him.

You make a run for it the last few feet. Hugging the wall and catching a quick glimpse as you round the corner of a fist connecting with his face, the first of many.

You slide to the ground panting. A big part of you is pleading with your legs to just get up and go to work. To ignore all of this, just like any other day. He knew what he was doing. It's not your problem... but the good part of you, luckily the larger part, knows you aren't just going to leave him there.

"Shit..."

You stand up taking one giant shaky breath and tie your scarf extra tight around your face. Pulling on your safety goggles you tighten your cap and gloves as much as you can, trying to mask your identity. You find a spare hunk of wood in the trash nearby and pull up a lose brick from the curb. This might be suicide but you have to do something.

Taking off from around the corner you give your best war cry and hope that scares at least one of them away before you have to do any real fighting. You come up behind the closest man and swing the plank wide. It connects with his lower back and he goes down hard.

"What the fuck is going on?!" The man across from you is yelling at his friends, almost panicked. This might actually work. You don't think you'll get much more lucky against three significantly larger men so you close your eyes and start to swing wildly, screaming in every direction. Hoping for the best. After a second or two there's some shuffling and you decide to finally check out your surroundings. They took off. Scared, Idiots. You toss your make-shift weapons aside happy you didn't need to use that brick after all.

"Yeah go on now! Run home to your mama!" You almost felt accomplished. There might be something pleasantly relaxing about beating up racists, and with that you realised why you were swinging planks of wood around in the first place and turn to look for Brooklyn.

He's lying flat on the ground, panting. Eyes closed, lip busted. You move in his direction startling him a little.

"Are you alright?" He's scrambling to try and get up, you can see he's a little disoriented.

"I'll live. What about you?" He's trying to brush this off like he didn't almost die helping you, but you can see he's in a lot of pain. You nod and give him a hand to stand up. He's small. Five foot, and not enough for all that attitude inches; quite a bit shorter than you. You scan each other's faces briefly, you have no idea what you're looking for; there's a lot there.

"...what you did. You didn't have to- you shouldn't have." He shrugs and adjusts the oversized jacket on his thin frame.

"I don't like bullies... you shouldn't have done that either to be fair." He gives you a genuine smirk this time. "I'm Steve, by the way. Rogers." His eyes are soft.

"Y/N... y/l/n." You shake hands but it feels informal for the occasion but a hug isn't appropriate either...

"You should definitely get going. They'll make their way back here soon. With reinforcements." You snap out of whatever daze you were in, realising he's absolutely right and you're now absolutely late for work.

"Oh, Right. Thank you. Steve. This was... thank you." You sigh. It was a stupid thing for him to do, but you were just as stupid coming back for him. Now you both have enemies, but maybe you also have a friend?

You give his hand one last squeeze before dropping it. You start to dust yourself off and get ready mentally for your shift. There's something lingering though and you can't shake it. You stop and turn back to yell at him.

"There’s an old run down building on the beach near Coney Island..." He slid his hands into his pockets nervously, shifting his weight. You realize what it was you were looking for earlier. There's something... comforting? about him. You don't know what, but it's there and you trust him.

He nods, "...I know it?" You think he might trust you too.

"Next Thursday evening there's gonna be a little cookout, maybe a party type of thing after. Halloween and all that... you should say I invited you."

Part Two

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #black!reader #genderless!reader #au #trigger warning #racism #headcanon #im black and nonbinary thus i write characters this way

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Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club  Lucky in love. March 8 – Fate.

WORDS: 999

WARNINGS: swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

How Bucky and reader were made for each other.

Hidden hints 😁

This is multi-chapters story. 6/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were sitting in their endless library reading a book with blue and gold cover. It was about Y/N Y/L/N and James Buchanan Barnes and it held stories of them both.

AGE 2

Bucky: Small Rebecca Barnes was born, making Bucky older brother even when he didn't understand that. What he knew was that his parents didn't give him as much attention as he wanted and Becca was priority now. That's why he threw tantrum whenever he could. It worked for few minutes.

Y/N: You were with your grandparents when your parents came back from hospital with bundle of joy. „You wanna hold it?” your mom asked. You shook your head but she put a baby in your hands anyway. Your father quickly took few pics before baby started to cry. You cried as well and ran to your granny. „Look Y/N, now you can take care of real baby and when you will be momma, you´ll know what to do.” she said. „No.” you protested and went to play with cars and Lego on the back porch.

AGE 7

January

Bucky: Airships, film crews, and smoked glass helped New Yorkers gawk at an eclipse that sliced through Manhattan and Queens at 9 a.m.. Bucky was always fascinated by the universe and, even when he didn't understand lots of difficult informations, he was excited to be on the roof with his parents and sister. He heard gasps when it started and prepared his glass. Becca squealed when sky darkened and he chuckled. It was only two minutes but Bucky was watching with opened mouth, imagining how it was from airship.

Y/N: You were sitting in your chair in bush. Your parents took you to Africa for summer and right now you were waiting for Total solar eclipse. You almost missed it because you were playing, but your mom grabbed you at right time. Temperature lowered, it was dark for full three minutes and then it warmed up again. You kept protecting glasses longer and with awe were watching as The moon was moving away from The Sun.

March

Bucky: He was sitting in his sitting room and was staring at wooden box with different knobs. He doesn’t pay much attention what they are saying in there. He's fascinated just by the fact that something like this box can make a sound. His father called it radio. And by words of his Ma, they were first who got it. So it was no surprise when same day when his father bought it, almost all neighbours came to their flat. They were for sure interested in this magic as he was. What he didn't know was that they all came for radio program. They were broadcasting inauguration of Calvin Coolidge as 30th president of United States.

Y/N: Once you learnt how to read you were fascinated by words and interesting adventures they made. You had big bookshelf at your home. Your parents were reading to you every night before bed, but now you were independent. Big girl, ready to discover new stories. Your favourite colour was blue and even when there were few blue books on the bookshelf, one was particularly standing out. You took it to your reading nook and slowly read title: The Great Gatsby. When your mum found out later what were you reading, she forbade it. But stubborn as you were, you waited every night until your parents fell asleep and secretly read it.

AGE 8

You both got another sibling.

AGE 10

Bucky: His father took him to his first baseball game. New York Yankees won their 2nd World series championship against Pittsburgh Pirates. He got a signed ball.

Y/N: Your mom took you to US open. You were there because of your father and his praises of Roger Federer. You watched him on tv and begged mom to took you to see him in real life.

AGE 11

Yet another sibling for Bucky and you.

AGE 13

Bucky: He was walking down the street when he saw some older boys bullying another one on the floor. He rushed there and stopped one of them before he could hit his victim. „What is your problem? Let him be!” Boss of bullies tried to hit him, but he dodged and pushed him away. „Get lost you idiots.” They ran away and he helped poor boy to stand up. „Are you ok?” he asked. Boy nodded. „I'm Bucky Barnes. And you are?” Boy looked at him with big, teary blue eyes and smiled a bit. „Steve Rogers.”

Y/N: You were running late for your class. And you know kids. They would do anything for fun. Like tripping people just because. You didn't see leg in front of you because of your books and suddenly you were lying on the floor. Everyone was laughing, except for one girl. She came to you and picked you up. „You fine?” „Yes. Thanks … .” „Stephanie Rodgers.” You both smiled at each other and you went to your class with hope of new friendship.

AGE 15

Bucky went to Smithsonian National Zoological Park in Washington D.C. with his family.

You went to National Air and Space Museum.

AGE 19

Bucky: Steve´s mom died. He walked his friend home and offered him his place to stay, but Steve refused, saying he could get by on his own.

Y/N: You have ben friends with Stephanie for years now and after death of her father she was alone. She had family far away so you suggested that she can live with your family. Few months later you moved into small apartment together and adopted white cat, what you couldn’t do before because of your parents allergy.

„They are so cute and made for each other.” Moi said. „Yeah, but they don’t see it that way.” Rai spoke. „Don´t be sceptic. They will find a way. With our help.” They both laughed and all souls – broken and whole – felt lighter and happier.

#hbc lucky in love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes