#but i must admit i do have a weakness for stucky

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captain america : the first avenger

#captain america the first avenger #captain america #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america fanart #my drawings #old art #marvel’s not really my thing generally speaking #but i must admit i do have a weakness for stucky

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So I wrote this and I'm pretty proud it. Some pre-serum 1930s Stucky, period accurate homophobia. If you like it I linked my ao3 for the other two chapters. Am I cringy? Probs but whateves

It is probably one of the coldest winters Bucky could remember. He was thankful that the end of the day was finally here. The biting temperatures were amplified by the air off of the cold water. More importantly though, going home meant he could go check on Steve, his tenement mate, and long-time best friend. Steve have come down with a bout of pneumonia a couple weeks back. He is still fighting to get his strength back, still breaking out in coughing fits and struggling to get around. His weak immune system made sure that it was not going to be easy to get over this. Honestly, Bucky hated that he had to leave him alone all day to work, but they needed the money to afford the rent, even if their tenement was too small and the heat wasn’t the best. So Bucky just spent the day going through the worse possible scenarios in his head. What if Steve got worse while he was away? What if Steve fell somewhere in the apartment because he is too stubborn to stay in bed, and now couldn’t get up? Was he laying their freezing not able to get back to his bed? What if he…dies because I am not there to help him? But now he could get home and check on Steve.

“James!’ Bucky turned around to hear Bill calling after, as he walking away for the day. Bill was another one of the grunt workers at dock. Nice enough guy, kind of rough. Probably his closest “work friend.” Bucky waits for him to catch up.

“Yea?” he says casually, trying not to show the impatience in his voice for the man that is unknowingly delaying him from getting to Steve.

“Want to go get a drink with some of the guys? Maybe we’ll run into some dames desperate enough for a good time to give your ugly mug a chance?” He wiggles his eye brows jokingly.

“No thanks, I’m good, actually.” Bucky replies, turning to leave.

“Oh come on, you never come out. Let loose a little, pal.” Bill pushes.

“I just need to get home…” Bucky responds, a little annoyed at this point because of the hold up.

“What’s the rush?”

“It’s just Steve is at home and he’s expecting me.” Bucky lies. Steve wouldn’t care if he went out. He would tell Bucky he deserves it. In actuality, he was too worried to go out and have fun, not when Steve was at home, miserable.

“Come on then, invite him out too. You guys can meet us at the bar.” Bill offers.

“Maybe another night, Steve is pretty sick. Getting over pneumonia.” Bucky goes to turn away again.

“Then why are you in a rush?” He laughs. “If he’s sick, he’s probably just laying down in bed. No need to babysit.”

Bucky ignores he question and just repeats, “Like I said, maybe another night.”

Bill lets out a little amused huff. “Interesting.”

His tone of voice gets the better of Bucky. “Interesting? What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky interrogates.

“Nothing, man. Forget about it.” Bill half-heartedly replies.

Bucky of course will not forget about it. “No, what did you mean?” His voice a little more irritated sounding then he intended.

Bill shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “It’s just some of the guys…”

“Some of the guys, what?” Bucky urges.

“Some of the guys say you’re a little funny, you know.” Many of the guys on the crew have grown up in the same neighborhood as Steve and Bucky and as such have known them, or at least seen them for a long time.

Bucky feels a sudden weight on his chest but does not let it show. “Funny how, Bill?” though he is terrified that he know what he means.

“You know, you and that roommate are pretty close and have been for a long time. Sometimes it just appears…” he hesitates, thinking about how to say it. “It appears like you treat him how you would treat a dame you were into. It just seems a little queer.” From behind Bill, he could see some of the guys eavesdropping. Some are smirking, and a few other are snickering. Some even are shooting disgusted looks at Bucky.

Bucky stops his face from faltering from the apathetic look he has put on. He replies loud enough for those assholes who are listening in to hear. “Well, I can assure you Bill, that Steve is my best friend, and that’s all, okay?” In reality, his heart is beating through his chest. Had it been that obvious that he liked Steve? How long have they been passing stories about this.

Bill cracks a smile and slaps Bucky on the shoulder. “Yeah, okay. I knew those guys had to wrong about you. Come out and join us later if you change your mind.” Bill gives Bucky the name of the bar they’ll be at, as he politely listens, not intending on changing his mind. As he leaves, he can tell a lot of the guys do not seem to believe him.

Walking home, Bucky was stuck in his head. He didn’t think people could tell how he felt about Steve. Did he act more like Steve’s fella than his friend? How could they tell? To be fair, he hadn’t been lying about Steve just being his friend. Just because Bucky was a little “light in the loafers”, did not mean that he feelings for Steve were requited. Steve was such a good guy and a model Catholic. No way was Steve into him the same way.

Probably for the best since guys liking other guys that way wasn’t looked on very favorably. The anti-sodomy laws made that clear. Plus, he didn’t particularly like the idea of having to get into fist fight with guys who may make a remark at him…or god forbid Steve.

He shakes his, getting himself out of his own thoughts. He didn’t want to think about these what ifs anymore. Maybe he would try harder to act less like a boyfriend to Steve and more like his super manly, non-homosexual, best friend. Its’s not like he didn’t like women, he just preferred Steve more. But he could be less doting. He didn’t need to babysit his best friend. Bill was right, Steve was probably just sleeping and didn’t need him. Maybe he would just stop at home, check in momentarily, and then take them up on his offer to drink with the guys. He hypes himself up in his head as he reaches the steps leading up to his door. These thoughts left his head as soon as he opened the door.

He could hear a pretty bad coughing fit from the bedroom. The place was freezing. The shitty radiator must be on the fritz. It was warmer than outside but not by much. It couldn’t be more than 40 degrees in that house, the paper-thin walls doing little to keep the heat in. Bucky makes his way to the little gas stove. The tenement was only 3 rooms, the front room that consisted of a little seating area and a modest kitchen (if you van call it that. It was a little sink and gas stove, with one cupboard), the bathroom (the only room with a door), and their share bedroom. He turns on the oven, and leaves it open so the heat could radiate through out the place. He discards his shoes and jacket in the front room. Then he quietly makes his way to the back bedroom, not knowing if the previous coughing fit indicated if he was a wake or not. If Steve was asleep, he didn’t want to wake him.

When he walks through the doorway to bedroom, his friend is huddled under some the blankets. He notices that Steve is still covered in his own blanket, as well Bucky’s blanket that he had laid on top of him this morning when he left for work. Steve’s face sticks out slightly even though he pulled the blanket over his head. He is definitely not feeling great. He is awake but kind of staring off in the distance. His usual pale features somehow look paler when punctuated with the dark circles under his eyes. Of course, he hasn’t slept well in a while, constantly being woken up in fits of coughing and wheezing. He hasn’t noticed that Bucky has walked in. There is no way Bucky can leave and go to the bar though after seeing this.

“Hey Stevie.” Bucky puts on a smile, knowing that Steve hates when Bucky stares at him like some pathetic sick thing. Steve looks up and for a moment it looks like a light entered his eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. Bucky likes to think he did not imagine it and Steve genuinely lights up because of him. Probably wishful thinking but it’s a nice though.

“Hey Buck!” He tries to sound stronger than he felt. He hated making Bucky worry but he knew his friend, He inevitably is. He pushes himself up lamely to rest his back against the wall behind his mattress. He is still wrapped up in the blankets, still shivering faintly. “So how was work?” Steve asks, just kind of wanting to talk to Bucky. He would never admit it to Bucky, but he hated feeling alone all day while the other man was at work.

Bucky makes his way across the room, sitting on the little wooden stool by Steve’s bed so he could face his friend. His smile had disappeared momentarily when Bucky thought back to conversation he had right before leaving. But he recovers quicky to reply. “Nothing special. Cold as hell though. And this damn apartment is freezing, not making it any better.”

“Yea, I think the radiator is busted. Tried to tell the sup, but I couldn’t get out of bed. I’m sorry Buck.” He gives a sad smile. Times like this made Steve feel so useless, couldn’t even make sure the heat was working so Bucky was cold after working outside all day.

“No problem, pal. Tomorrow’s my day off. I’ll handle it.” Bucky smiles before realizing how sad Steve still looks. He leans over and puts his hand on Steve’s blanket covered shoulder. “Buddy, I promise it is not a big deal, you cannot help that you are sick.”

Steve sighs miserably. “Doesn’t mean, it doesn’t make me feel pretty worthless. For god sakes, look how pathetic I am. I have both blankets and am still shivering like some babe.” He averts his eyes to his lap, avoiding Bucky’s gaze.

This breaks Bucky’s heart, to hear how little Steve thinks about himself. Steve Rogers had the biggest heart out of everyone he knows. He has gotten into so many fights (that he could not win) just because he saw some in justice. Steve was the best person he has ever met so hearing this from him is difficult. “Stevie…” the familiar nickname instinctively causes Steve to look back at Bucky. “I hate to tell you this, bud, but you are wrong. You are pretty great and all this stuff about being worthless or pathetic, is bullshit.”

Steve lets out a nervous huff before quietly whispering “Thanks, Buck…”

“Anytime.” Bucky smiles back at him.

“But, umm hey Bucky…”

“Yeah?”

“Here...” Steve starts to shimmy out the outer blanket belonging to the slightly older man.

“Hey no…” Bucky puts up his hands to signal to stop. “You need that, it is freezing in here and you are sick.”

“Yea but we can’t have you getting sick, either Buck. You may not have my immune system but you can get still get sick.

“Steve.” Bucky says firmly. “I will not take that blanket from you.”

Steve sighs, sometimes Bucky can be as stubborn as he is. “Fine but I can’t have you freezing to death. Come up here. We can share the blanket,” Steve says it so matter-of-factly, like nothing he said was weird. And I guess it wasn’t it is not like they haven’t shared a bed before. Except, in light the conversation at work Bucky can’t help but to start to over think it. Luckily for him, Steve clears his throat to get Bucky’s attention when he notices him staring off. “Hey Buck…did you hear me? Come on, get up here.”

Bucky wants to get up there, god knows he does. To Steve it seemed to be a very practical thing, cold apartment, limited blankets, two bodies make more heat than one, etc. But to Bucky, it felt like so much more. He loved being that close to Steve. And that was his problem. Thinking fast he says “I should start supper. I’m going to heat up the stew for us that Mrs. Andrews dropped off yesterday.” Mrs. Andrews being the nice widow from upstairs.

“Oh…” Steve says before letting a smile come back to his face. If Bucky didn’t know any better, he would say Steve almost sounded disappointed. He did not allow himself to dwell on it too long. Instead, he quickly stands up and makes his way to the kitchen. He throws the small pot of stew on the stoves so he can warm it up.

After a few minutes, he hears Steve shuffle into the room. It really was much warmer in that since the oven, and now the stove, have been on. Steve takes a quiet seat at their modest table.

“You didn’t have to come out. I would have brought you dinner, Stevie.” Bucky says, eyes on the pot in front of him.

“S’okay, I needed to stretch my legs…” No sooner did he say that, did another coughing fit came on. It sounded almost painful, and Bucky could only imagine how raw Steve’s throat must feel. He made his was to his friend, carrying a handkerchief to help with the mess of snot and flem coming from the other man. He stops in front of his friend, crouching down to be on his level. Bucky patiently waits for it to pass before handing his friend the little piece of cloth.

“Thanks Buck…” Steve said almost like he was embarrassed. Bucky instinctively squeezes Steve’s knee reassuringly, before smiling softly and getting back up. He walks back to the pot on the stove. Okay, he thinks to himself. I may be a little too doting. What Bucky did not see when he turned around was Steve smiling at him.

The rest of dinner is uneventful, give or take a few coughs and shivers. When they finished eating, Bucky has to turn off the oven He doesn’t want to leave it on all night, doesn’t want to risk a fire. It is still pretty early in the evening, only about 7:30 but he can see Steve is exhausted.

Steve stands up, but momentarily loses his balance. Bucky, overreacting, stands up and catches Steve before the smaller man can even try to catch himself. They find themselves in a precarious situation. Steve is leaning is weight against Bucky’s chest, as Bucky’s arm is wrapped around the skinnier man’s waist. Bucky’s cheeks turn red as Steve stares curiously at him.

After what felt like years of silence, Bucky lets go of Steve, realizing his friend must be confused. “Uh sorry, thought you were going to fall.” Bucky nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Steve yawns and says “Thanks, I almost did.” He actually flashes bucky a warm smile that honest to god gave the brunette butterflies. Get it together, Barnes. He thinks to hisself, as he watches Steve walk away to their room. He follows noting the apartment temperature going down again.

When Bucky gets to the room, he finds that Steve has set his blanket on his bed. “I told you Stevie, you need this more than me.”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Steve says between shivers under his own blanket. “Can’t have you getting sick too. And you are being weird.”

“What do you mean by weird?” Bucky cocks his head to the side.

“Well, it would make more sense to share a bed, two blankets and two bodies would be warmer, and we have done it a thousand times. But ever since you got home from work, you seem off. So take your blanket, punk.” Steve stares at his bewildered friend.

Bucky hates that Steve is so observant. He hadn’t meant to be weird. But now his stubborn friend was going to freeze tonight because he refused to not let Bucky have a blanket. He lets out an exasperated sigh, plays up the drama of course. “Fine. You win. Sharing a bed it is.”

Steve beams at him. Bucky should of know Steve would win this out. With Bucky, Steve could have anything he wanted. He had to face it, he was wrapped around the younger man’s finger.

Bucky makes his way to a pile of books on the ground, grabbing his copy of The Hobbit, before stepping out of his pants, leaving him in a shirt and briefs. He takes the book and his blanket over to Steve’s bed. He scoots into bed with Steve, both men adjusting so that the blankets now cover of them, their bodies inevitably touching on the small, twin size bed. Bucky sets his book on the nightstand, knowing Steve will fall asleep first and he’ll probably do some reading.

Bucky suddenly freezes when he feels Steve lie his head on Bucky’s chest, his arm thrown over the other man’s abdomen. Bucky’s arms are currently under his own head. This is new. Usually, they only got in this position through accidental readjusting while they are sleeping. Stuff that Bucky could just brush off. But now an awake Steve Roger’s is cuddling with an awake Bucky Barnes. He hopes that Steve cannot feel his heart racing in his chest. He continues to look up at the ceiling, hoping to nullify the blush creeping up his face.

Steve doesn’t seem to notice the other man’s reaction, or if he does, he hides it well. He whispers “Is this okay? I’m really cold and I guess I am trying to steal your body heat.” Steve’s voice sounds shy, almost embarrassed.

Of course, when Steve puts it like that, how can Bucky say no? He internally scolds himself for reading more into it. He tries to let out a casual laugh, though it sounded way more choked then intended. He lamely jokes. “That’s why you were trying to get me into bed. To use me?” He finally looks down at his chest, trying to see if his friend laughs. Instead, he is met with questioning blue eyes, genuinely concerned if this was alright. Even with only the dim light of a small bedside lamp, he can’t help but notice how those eyes sparkle. Bucky lets out a small, controlled, sigh and quietly whispers, “Steal away, buddy.”

“Buck?” Steve’s voice sounding even smaller this time. Bucky can’t remember Steve sounding so nervous about anything. He begins to panic internally even as he tries to stay cool externally.

“Yea Stevie?”

“You can say no, okay?” Steve whispers nervously.

“Steve what is it?” His voice more audibly concerned this time.

“Will put your arms around me? I feel like I just can’t get warm.” The way Steve asks is heartbreaking to Bucky, like he was worried Bucky would be upset.

For the first time, Bucky notices that Steve is still shivering. He had been so wrapped up by the way he felt having the smaller man so physically intimate with him, that he didn’t realize that the cold really was getting to Steve. He can tell by the way Steve was acting, he was embarrassed to make these requests. He knows Steve could be a proud man and to be in the position where he had to be so vulnerable was probably hard for him. So Bucky didn’t want to make it a thing, where Steve would feel obligated to have to say more. This was obviously tough enough. So without a word, he wrapped one arm around Steve, as the other fell over his own chest so that he cook connected his hands, locking Steve in, and trying to pull him as close as possible, trying his hardest to warm his sick friend.

Steve didn’t say a word, just flashed a tiny appreciative smile. They laid there in silence for a while before he finally heard Steve’s breath steady in a way that indicated that sleep finally overtook him. Bucky frowned because even in his sleep, the other man’s breaths seemed labored and congested. He hated that this was Steve’s life, that he couldn’t fix this for him. But at least he could help him for tonight. Bucky would be content spending the rest of his life as Steve’s best friend, even if it broke his heart know he could never be with Steve the way he wanted to be. This could be enough.

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A few hours pass by. Bucky had fallen asleep a little bit ago, still with his arms wrapped around the blonde. It is around 1 am when Bucky is disturbed from his sleep. He had become alarmed when he realized that Steve was no longer beside him. He sits up and desperately looks around the dark room, unsuccessfully scanning for his friend. That’s when he spots the soft glow of candlelight through the doorway coming from the front room. He notices both blankets are still in bed with him, so he worries about the offending temperature in the other room where Steve must be.

He makes his way out of bed, wrapping one of the blankets over his shoulders, and walks to the front room. Luckily, he found when he got in there, that Steve had turned one the oven filling the tiny front room with warmth. He spotted Steve sitting on their tiny old couch, kind of staring off. Bucky clears his throat, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice, still lost in his thoughts.

So, Bucky steps a little closer, stopping when he is a few feet away from his friend. A candle sits on the little crate they use as side table, the dim light barely illuminating his friend’s face. “Hey, bud. Couldn’t sleep?” Bucky says softly.

Steve doesn’t bother looking up, just keeps staring a head. He mumbles. “Was woken…up by something. You can go back to bed.” Steve looks visibly shaken and Bucky was absolutely not going to be able to just go back to bed.

Bucky instead takes a seat next to his rigid friend. Something was definitely not right. The way that Steve was sitting so stiffly, his face was distorted into a broken frown. At this level, Bucky can also tell his friend had been crying, blood shot eyes lit a glow from the candle. “Steve…buddy what’s wrong?” Bucky instinctively goes to rest his hand on the other man’s boney knees. To his surprise, Steve pulls his knee away, repulsed, still not looking at him.

Fear flashed through Bucky’s head. Had he done something? Had something happened while they were sleeping. Had Steve realized the way Bucky looked at him was wrong. He was trying to panic but that seemed fruitless. “Stevie…did I do something wrong?” Bucky didn’t recognize the voice that came out of his mouth. It seemed so broken and pathetic.

Steve let out a pained sigh, before momentarily pressing the palms of his hands over his eyes, like he was forcing back tears. Finally, he turned and looked at Bucky. He sounded frail; his voice laced with sadness. “No Buck…never. You could never do anything wrong. Its me…I am the something wrong here.”

Bucky immediately got defensive, worry coating his words. “What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything wrong? Please tell me why you would say something like that?” He may have been a little louder than he intended, as he felt terrible as he watched Steve recoil at his tone. He lowers his voice before softly placing his hand back on Steve’s knee, this time the younger man letting it rest there. “I’m…I’m sorry for yelling, Stevie. Can you please just tell me what happened. I am sure you didn’t do anything wrong.”

He watches as a tear starts to well up in Steve’s eye again, as he obviously tries to will it to stop before it falls defiantly down his cheek. The dam is broken and Bucky watches helplessly as his best friend falls apart in front of him. Without thinking, he throws his arms around Steve pulls him into a hug. Steve buries his head in Bucky’s shoulder, repeatedly whispering “I’m sorry.” Bucky quietly shushes him, while running his hand over the back of Steve’s neck, trying to sooth his friend.

After what seemed like an eternity, Steve pulls away, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Bucky’s eyes are still riddled with worry, his eyebrows scrunched together trying to figure out what could be wrong. Steve whispers “I might as well show you; you will see eventually anyways.”

Bucky feels his chest tighten. What could be so bad that Steve would be this freaked out. He tentatively nods his head, preparing for whatever it could be.

“Buck?” Steve questions.

“Yea, buddy?” He replies automatically.

“Thank you for being my friend and …” There was a sad hesitation in his voice before he continues. “And I get it if you don’t want to be my friend anymore after tonight.”

That thought breaks Bucky’s heart in two. A choked breath escapes him. “Trust me…that’s not going to happen. “

Steve can only give a disbelieving, sad smile in reply. Bucky is now terrified at what could have caused this all.

Without saying a word, Steve picks up the candle and walks to the door that leads outside of their tenement. Bucky gets the idea that he should be following him. When Bucky catches up with him, he notices Steve’s hand shaking as he reaches for the doorknob. Bucky does not rush him, knowing that whatever this was, it was hard. Before long though, Steve opens the door and steps outside. Bucky follows close behind. For as cold as it was inside, the outside was colder. Steve didn’t even seem bothered though, too consumed with grief about something to care.

Steve stopped a few feet away from their door and turned back around to face it. For a moment, he thought he was turned around to face Bucky. Bucky starts “Why…why are we out here, Stevie? It is freezing.” Bucky still only in a shirt, underwear and a blanket. Steve had been a little better dress but not sufficiently enough. The only thing that left Steve’s mouth was. , “Look.” As he pointed behind Bucky at their door.

Bucky turned around and he felt like he got punched in the stomach. On the ground around him were a few broken glass bottles, but that wasn’t the issue. The pale light from the candle illuminated 7 angry red letters, painted sloppily in red on their door. Bucky reads the word out loud, simultaneously deflating with each syllable. “FAGGOTS.” He feels like his world is spinning. Did someone know…about him? Was this the guys at his job? Had to be, after the way they looked at him earlier, knowing he was lying. Worse yet, they are throwing Steve into this. Steve didn’t deserve to be taken down with him.

He was broken out of his thought by the weak voice coming from the man slightly behind him. “I…I was woken up by the sound of these guys laughing outside. They sounded drunk…and you know how much of a light sleeper I am. I thought they were going away but then it sounded like they were at the front door. They were still laughing and I heard glass breaking. You were out.” Bucky silently curses that he was such a heavy sleeper as he continues listening, eyes still fixed on the door. “So, I got out of bed to see what was going on. By the time I get to the door, they are running off, and one called me…this before disappearing down the steps. I tried to go after them.”

“Of course, you did…” Bucky replies, not processing it all.

“Yea, well it was too icy and I am too sick, so I couldn’t catch up to them. When I turned to go back inside, I seen this. And…and I am so sorry Buck.” Steve’s voice crumbles, sounding pathetic and sad, and full of hurt.

That’s when Bucky finally turns to face Steve. “Sorry? Sorry for what? None of this is your fault.” His voice is soft, only focusing on his hurting friend, ignoring his own hurt and panic.

Steve lets out a sniffle, Bucky unsure if from the cold or from fresh tears. “That’s where you are wrong. They did this because of me…”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky stares in confusion.

“These guys…they must have found out…found out that I …I am one.” Steve looks to the ground, terrified of Bucky’s reaction. Tears falling to the frozen ground, his skinny body shaking.

Bucky is overwhelmed with emotions. The most prominent of these emotions though was sadness for his hurting friend. Understanding the irony, he was still heartbroken that Steve thought he had to keep this his dirty little secret. This is why Steve thought they wouldn’t be friend anymore. He was lost for words but needed Steve to know that He was there for the long haul and this wasn’t going to change anything. For the second time this evening, he found himself pulling the younger man into a hug, the candle dropping, putting itself out. “s’okay Stevie…it’s okay. I promise…” He keeps repeating as his arms threaten to never let go of Steve again.

After a few moments though, he noticed the blonde shivering. It was still the middle of winter after all. Without saying another word, Bucky pulled away from the hug(reluctantly) before grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. He drags him to the bedroom where the warm bed wait, Steve not putting up much of a fight. When they get to the room though, Steve pulls his hand away and quickly makes his way to his bed. When Bucky makes his way to Steve’s bed, Steve puts up his hands to make the other man stop in his tracks.

“Buck, thank you for not kicking my ass.” Bucky puts on a hurt look, not believing that Steve actually thought he would. Steve explains himself. “Most guys would have knocked someone out if they found out their best friend was a fairy. So, um, thank you for not doing that.” Steve nervously puts his hand on the back of his neck before continuing. “But you don’t have to lay with me anymore. I get that can be weird now knowing…” Steve still refuses to meet his eyes.

Bucky lets out a huff. He can’t let Steve sit here and feel like he is alone. After what Steve confessed, he thought it was only fair. Ignoring, Steve’s protests, Bucky walks to the bed and sits on the edge, facing Steve. The streetlight out the window dully lighting their faces. He rests his hands on his own thighs, suddenly clammy despite the freezing temperatures. He says “I know…” He stutters “I know… who did this.”

“Who?” Steve sounds surprised despite himself.

“Some guys from the job.” Bucky says sadly.

“Why would they do that?” The smaller man responded, confused.

“Today…they asked me if I was that way you know? They thought that I treated you differently then how a guy should treat his friend.”

“Oh…” is all that escapes Steve’s mouth, Bucky watching an “O” form on the other’s lips.

“I…um of course…told them they were wrong but I guess they didn’t believe me. I’m sorry Steve. I guess…um…” Bucky stops, unsure if he wanted to finish.

“You guess what?” Steve asks, curiosity getting the best of him as he finally locks eyes with Bucky.

“I guess I was too obvious, Stevie. Look, I…I don’t know if I am that way. All I know is that I only got eyes for one person and that person is a fella.” Bucky’s face turning pink with the admission.

Steve stares, visibly confused, unsure exactly what Bucky is getting at. He dumbly asks “Who?”

Bucky gives an uncomfortable laugh, obviously apprehensive. “Are you that oblivious, pal? You…Stevie.” As the other man’s name slips from his mouth, he finds himself trying to look anywhere to avoid the gaze of the blue eyes staring into him.

All Steve manages to choke out is “Really?” His voice sound apprehensive and shy But to Bucky’s surprise, it also sounded hopeful. Yea, he already knew Steve was queer but that did not mean that he automatically like Bucky back. But maybe…he did?

It was this hopefulness that gave Bucky the courage to look back at Steve, his own light eyes staring into Steve’s. He can tell his friend was blushing hard, It was adorable, and pretty impressive for someone who was so pale moments ago. Without thinking about it, Bucky reaches his hand across the bed, and rests it on Steve’s shoulder, still safe in the platonic zone if they wanted to turn back. He whispers almost too quietly for Steve to hear. “Yea…really. You know how much I love you, Stevie, Always have. And for a long time, I thought that love was just because you were my best friend, you know? But overtime, I came to accept that the love I felt for you went way beyond that of a friend, even a close friend.” He looks down before looking back up, sporting a small mischievous grin. “Plus, I think you are really fucking hot.”

Steve somehow manages to blush eve harder, Though he was blushing, Steve was never one to back down from something he wanted. With the knowledge that his best friend was just as into him as he is to him, He scoops forward down the bed, so he very close to Bucky. Bucky’s hand had made its way off Steve’s shoulder, to now gently rest on his hip. He moves his head close to Bucky’s. The older man could feel Steve’s breathe on his face as he replies with a nervous smile “Good, because I’ve had eyes for you since were teenagers. I always got jealous when I seen you with a random skirt instead of me.”

Now Bucky was turning as pink as Steve, red hues covering his face and ears. He made Steve jealous?! He couldn’t believe it. Steve really wanted him. He takes his free hand and moves it to the back of Steve’s neck, wanting so bad to kiss him. He whispers “Can I kiss you?” It sounds so silly coming out of his mouth but he doesn’t want to push Steve.

Unfortunately, to his dismay, Steve says “No, Buck…”

Bucky looks down, suddenly feeling defeated. Had he read the signs wrong. Was Steve admitting he loved him too but did not want to pursue such a risky relationship. His head began to spin as he pulled away. “Oh, I/m sorry.”

Steve lets out a little laugh, grabbing his hand as he went to pull away. “I said no because I am still sick, jerk. Trust me I want to kiss you.” Bucky can’t help but laugh at himself too. Steve continues, “But I would like you to stay in bed with me tonight, if that is still okay."

“Of course, it is...anything for you.” He beams.

A few minutes later, they were laying down, Steve’s head on Bucky’s chest like earlier. Except it wasn’t just like earlier. The action was the same but the feelings were different. Earlier, there was tense atmosphere of secrets they were both hiding. But now it felt like it should have always been like this. Like they were complete more complete. Something that had always been there could thrive. Bucky lazily runs his fingers through Steve’s hair as they begin to drift back to sleep. “Buck?” Steve sleepily asks.

“Yea?”

“So you are my best fella now, right?”

Bucky chuckles to himself that Steve would even worry enough to ask. “Right, Stevie.” only getting a soft okay in response. Bucky lays there, waiting for Steve to fall asleep first. Thoughts run through his head, uncertainties about what to do tomorrow about those asshole, and how this is all going to work. But the one thing he doesn’t worry about is the fact that Steve is his and he is Steve’s

Other two chapters, poorly written smut in the second half of chapter 3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30749381/chapters/75892694#workskin

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #steve x bucky #pre serum steve #1930s stucky #captain america #fanfiction

[mcfiddlestan]

Fic Writer Questions

I'm bored and this was in a note on my phone from forever ago, so I must have been tagged at some point. Apologies to whoever tagged me. 🥴

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

52. Though, I used to have a few more. I deleted a few fics some years ago bc I hated that they were just sitting there unfinished. I was going through a particularly brutal bout of writer's block that affected both my fic writing and my RP writing.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

720,782. And I was stressing about a 30-page thesis. 😂 (which ended up being over 15,000 words)

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I started writing fic in 2000 with *NSYNC, Christina Aguilera, and Backstreet Boys fics. I stopped writing a bit around 2004-2007 (because of a stupid boy) and picked it up again in 2012 after reading some awesome Cherik fics and wanting to write my own FrostIron College AU when I read one that was good, but kind of disturbing. I think I write for one fandom -- Marvel -- but, like different factions of it. FrostIron and WinterFrost mostly, with a dash of Stucky, ThunderFrost, DashingFrost, and WinterIron.

4) What are your Top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Light Special (WinterFrost) - 628 kudos

Can I Bum A Ride? (WinterFrost) - 425 kudos

Empire State of Mind (FrostIrom) - 420 kudos

Dark Side (FrostIron) - 398 kudos

A Worthy Collection (FrostIron) - 309 kudos

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really do make an effort to respond to every single comment, even the not-so-nice ones. I want people to know I've seen and read the comment they took the time to post, so even if I just thank them for reading and commenting, I respond.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering it features two -- count 'em, two! -- major character deaths, it's definitely Empire State of Mind. Though, I'd argue Dark Side is a pretty close second.

7) What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably Ghosts That We Knew. It was the final fic in the trilogy that is the Picture Perfect Series. It follows Loki and Tony from when they meet in college and ends 30+ years later.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

No, not really. And I rarely, if ever, read them. There's no real reason behind it other than I've just never come upon one and thought "ooh I need to read that."

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I got a lot of hateful messages after I completed Empire State of Mind. People were really angry at me for killing off two major characters. I mean, a lot of the messages were "omg I hate you but I loved this!" kind of vibe. But there were a few that cussed me out and called me names for writing it.

I had some chapters of a Fools Rush In FrostIron AU posted a while ago, in which Loki was a female, the only daughter in both the Odinson and Laufeyson families. Following the storyline of the Matthew Perry/Salma Hayek movie, Loki meets Tony Stark in a bar and gets pregnant from a one night stand. Anyway, I got a lot of messages telling me that Odin's misogyny and mistreatment of Loki was unrealistic -- even though I had literally modeled his behavior after the movie that inspired it. 🤷🏽

I have some prompts done for the 100 Ways to Say ILY writer's block challenge and for one of them, I borrowed the storyline from an episode of Will & Grace when Will's father dies of a heart attack after they have a bad argument where his father basically admits he wished Will wasn't gay so he could have had an easier life. In the epsiode, the fight starts because Will's parents gift his baby blanket to Grace, who is pregnant with her ex-husband's child. Will takes offense, they don't understand why bc he never mentioned wanting children, and a fight ensues. Similarly, in my fic, Frigga and Odin offer a pregnant Natasha (his BFF) Loki's blanket. Some readers did not like this and did not understand why I would write it. In another prompt, one that was literally how my last relationship ended, got some harsh critiques. Those ones hurt especially bc it was such a personal experience I wrote about.

And I actually got into a fight -- like a screaming match -- IRL with my best friend's boyfriend at the time. One of my bestie's friends asked about my fanfiction and I gave them the gist of one of my stories where Loki has a brief relationship with Sif that results in a child and later reconnects with Tony. Later on, Sif offers to be a surrogate for Tony and Loki and eventually births three more children for them. Bestie's boyfriend could not fathom why a woman would purposely get herself impregnated and then give the child away. I tried to explain that this was a thing that a lot of women did IRL -- and some don't even use their own eggs, but the eggs of a woman who cannot conceive; Sif used her own eggs so that all four children were half related (two by Loki, two by Tony). But he just did not believe me and told me I must not be a very good writer. Worst night of my life.

10) Do you write smut?

I was just telling @teadrinkingwolfgirl the other night how when I first started writing fic I did not write sex scenes. It was always inferred or glossed over. When I started writing again in 2012, for FrostIron, it was my first time writing more detailed sex. I cite Jackie Collins as my smut-writing mentor. I've written almost exclusively M/M smut.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Which is like the best thing ever! A couple of my older fics have been translated to Russian. I have one *NSYNC fic that was made into an audio fic. And someone recently messaged me on ff*net to ask to translate as many of my fics as they can to Spanish. :D

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not technically. I've gotten a lot of prompts and ideas from friends and mutuals, and I started reformatting my WinterFrost RP with my ex from 2014-2015 into novel form a while ago. That's tecnically the only thing I've written with someone else and published.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I have two that will always, ALWAYS, have my heart and attention. FrostIron (Tony Stark/Loki) and WinterFrost (Bucky Barnes/Loki). They are the two ships that I write the most, read the most, and seek out fanart for the most.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably The Flame. It's a fic that starts out ThunderFrost (not related; Asgardian Prince Thor semi-rescues an imprisoned Jotun Prince Loki) but eventually ends up FrostIron. It's the only fic I've ever written that features Loki with both male and female biology. I have a few chapters done but I haven't worked on it in years.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I write realistic relationships. And I think my dialogue is also realistic and easy to grasp. And I put a lot of humor in between all the angst and hurt.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I get too detailed with background. I just reread my Picture Perfect series (which I do like once a year), and there are literal paragraphs of background that in Google Docs is like pages and pages. But I want to make sure people understand my characters! LOL

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a big fan of it. I featured a lot of Norwegian in the Picture Perfect series. And French. I think as long as it flows with the storytelling and it's not forced on the characters it can be really cool. It should be natural. I always leave a translation list at the end of the chapter or explain in-text what was said. Which I think most authors I've read do.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The Backstreet Boys. LOL. Don't judge. I started writing my own fics after discovering BSB fanfiction written by an author named Mistress Lynz. She wrote a lot of fics about bloodletting, but I really enjoyed the fics where the guys were hooking up with each other behind the scenes, LOL explains why I write mostly M/M now. 😂

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

They're kind of like my babies so at different times different ones are my faves. But if I really had to pick one, I would say Stay With Me is my favorite. I got some of the most amazing comments on this story from people that found meaning and themes in the story that I didn't even realize I'd put in there. It was one of my first WinterFrost fics I'd posted and the response was more than I could have asked for.

And now I have to tag people! @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @incubigirl @rabentochter @marvelswinterfrost and whoever else feels up to it.

xoxo

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[idyllicstarker]

Prompt: tony doesn’t let anyone touch his hair but he loves it when peter touches it

Thank you for the prompt love! I hope I did it justice!!

Warnings: Very, very implicit reference to something sexual if you squint, and refrences to stucky, otherwise none, just some fluff!

“Oh come on Tony, please”

Peter begged with clear intent. There was a slight child-like tone to his voice, an amusing intonation that he only saved for the moments when he was truly pleading with Tony. Those wide eyes that never failed to make Tony melt in their smoothness, gazed up at him with all the warmth and affection they always did. Today they held a gimmer of amusement, well aware that they were putting on a show for the others. 

Bucky, Steve, Sam and Natasha had all gathered in the living area, upon Peter’s request, for what the youngest avenger had lovingly coined “family time.” It wasn’t often they were all at the facility together, between missions, home planets, and personal lives. So, when enough of them were, Peter liked to take advantage of it, in order to smooth out some of the tensions that were from the past. It usually took a lot of convincing on his part, but one person who never failed to say no, was Tony, who knew that his younger lover enjoyed it.

Today, however, was a different story. 

“Baby”, Tony sighed, looking over him in such a defeated way that Peter already knew he was winning, “I’m so close to finishing off the project, I just need a couple more hours”, he muttered softly. Peter already had a hold on his arm from where he was laying down on the couch, and Tony was standing beside his head. Dainty, but strong fingers, curled around his bicep as he began to pout sadly at the man. 

He’d taken the whole couch to himself, but no one else really seemed to have minded the arrangement. Although unbeknownst to Toy, before his arrival, Peter had demanded Tony have a couch for himself so he could lie down. Bucky and Steve sat together on one end of the other couch, Bucky leaning against Steve’s chest (they weren’t ones to get too touchy around the others), and Natasha sat at the other end, legs crossed underneath her. Sam had found a comfortable place in the armchair on his own, and was quietly snickering away at their interaction. 

“But you haven’t eaten yet Tones”, Peter whined softly, gently moving his free hand to grip onto the waist of Tony’s sweats and pull him closer. “And it’s already eight pm, I know for a fact you'll  forget to eat down there, and we can’t be having that”, he murmured stubbornly. 

Seeing Tony beginning to protest, he lifted himself up into a sitting position, before pulling Tony down beside him. “We’re ordering Chinese, what do you want?”, he said, smiling at Tony as he nuzzled his way under his arm and against his chest, smirking triumphantly because although he hadn’t got Tony to directly agree, it was evident he wasn’t letting him go anyway. 

***

Conversation flowed easily, cosy banter between the six of them. And after dinner they ended up watching a movie. Tony ended up laying on the couch, his head on Peter’s lap. Although he tried to keep his focus, the atmosphere was quiet and pleasant - the lights were dimmed, casting a soft warmth over them and before long, Tony had found himself forcing his body to stay away. Of course, Peter knew about his battle, and gently threaded his fingers in his hair. The feeling of course, was a weakness to Tony, he never knew about, until he met Peter. He usually hated it when people touched his hair, even past lovers, but there was something about the way that Peter caressed his head, that never failed to soothe and calm Tony in an instant. 

He was asleep soon after, much to the delight of Peter, who’d been saying all along that Tony had been overworking himself. He didn’t take his hands away from his hair however. Not wanting Tony to wake up until he physically needed him to go to an actual bed. He was so engrossed in the movie, he didn’t realise the way Steve was watching. 

“How are you doing that right now?”, he asked. 

Peter’s head snapped to him, evidently confused at how surprised Steve sounded. “Doing what?”

“Touching his hair?”, he said like it was obvious, raising a hand to gesture at the two on the couch. “He hates it. One time I went to brush some dust out of it after a mission and he almost sent me crashing into a wall!” 

Peter giggled softly, the offence in Steve’s tone a tad dramatic but understandable. Tony always had been very protective of his hair. 

“I don’t know”, he admitted, glancing down to smile at the sleeping man. He gently threaded his fingers through the dark, unruly strands. There was some gray starting to creep in now, but Peter loved it more than anything. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and he never failed to let that be known to Tony. “I guess he just likes it when I do it.. I didn’t know he didn’t like having his hair touched the first time I tried. We were in bed-”

“Whoa kid, too much information, you can stop right there”, Sam butted in, and Peter turned to glare at him. 

“Shush”, he huffed out, “If you wake him, I’ll throw you out the window”, he threatened, rolling his eyes afterwards. “We were just cuddling In bed. That’s it.  And I did it. He looked like he was about to blow up and I’d never pulled my hand back so fast. But I must have made him feel guilty or something because he calmed down and apologized. He told me to carry on, but I didn’t want to upset him. So he physically grabbed my hands and put them in his hair. He was tense at first, but he warmed it up to after a while”, he explained. 

Steve shook his head in disbelief, looking over to Bucjy who frankly just seemed amused. 

“I think you’ll find, Peter is the only one out of all of us that he actually likes”, Natasha said after a moment, looking over to Peter and smiling at the way he’d begun to blush. 

“Well, I like you Natahsa, but I still wouldn’t let you touch my hair.”

All eyes came down to settle on Tony. Peter whined softly, letting out a huff. “You were supposed to stay asleep”.

“I heard Tony and hair in the same sentence, and it was pretty much impossible too”, he explained, opening his eyes and squinting up at Peter. “We can go to bed though”, he took a moment to yawn, “if you want.” 

Peter sighed softly, but nodded his head. Happy that Tony was actually taking the active steps to listen to his own tiredness. “Yeah, okay then. Sorry to cut family time short, but the old man needs his rest or else he gets grumpy”, he directed to the others, a teasing note to his words. 

Tony simply grunted in response. The  way his joints popped as he got off the couch, proved Peter wasn’t all that wrong by calling him an old man. 

“Night guys”, Peter chriped softly, giving them a little wave as they left the room, gently holding onto Tony’s hand as he did. 

Of course when they were back in their room, Tony’s head on Peter’s chest, he continued to run his hands through his hair. Peter had been more than pleased with the reminder that Tony trusted him enough to show the acts of affection, he hadn’t trusted anyone else with before. 

“I love you”, he whispered softly, but of course it fell on closed ears, with Tony already deep in sleep. 

***

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[nowandajenn]

Day 4- Voyeurism (feat. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes)

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Stucky, so be kind. Also, it’s KINKtober, so that pretty much just calls for the filthiest smut you can imagine. Don’t be ashamed. Go on, read it. 

Warnings: This is literally just pure filth to satisfy my own sick little urges. Oral sex (m and f recieving), anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, language, threesome. Like I said, pure filth. Hope you enjoy.

You loved Steve and Bucky. You really did. Having said that, you were convinced that they were LITERALLY trying to kill you. Cause of death? Constantly catching them in the act (or almost act) and promptly feeling like you were going to burst into flames. You absolutely loved their relationship and how comfortable they were with each other and their sexuality, but if you had to almost watch them go at it again, leaving you with sopping panties and a red face that would rival a tomato, you were going to scream. You were going through a massive dry spell and your toys just weren’t doing it for you like they used to. Plus, you had a sneaking suspicion that they actually wanted you to catch them. 

You wake up in the middle of the night and look over at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand. 3:13am. Perfect. You untangle yourself from the sheets and blankets that are twisted around you and crawl out of bed, desperate for a glass of juice. 

You don’t expect anyone to be up, especially at this hour. You shared a floor in the compound with Steve and Bucky, and Clint, who was almost never there. What you REALLY didn’t expect was to walk into the barely lit kitchen to see Steve leaned up against the counter, head thrown back and moaning, and Bucky, on his knees on the tile floor with his mouth wrapped around his boyfriend’s massive cock. 

You’re not sure exactly how long you stand there transfixed by the sight before you, but when Steve makes eye contact with you, that snaps you out of your reverie really fucking quick. Before you turn to go back the way you came, you see a sly smirk come across Steve’s face as he threads his fingers through Bucky’s long dark hair, fucking his mouth harder. 

All of the saliva in your mouth completely dries up and you almost choke to death, before turning and rushing back to your room, wondering how in the hell you’re going to be able to look Steve in the eye anymore. 

You manage to avoid Steve and Bucky like the plague for the next couple days, which you hate doing. They’re your closest friends, and you love being with them, but after catching them in the kitchen, you’re pretty sure that you would’t be able to look at them both without your head catching on fire. 

A little bit buzzed and slightly wired from a rare girl’s night out with some of your friends, you get out of the Uber and head inside, taking the elevator up to your floor. 

When you close your bedroom door behind you and flip the switch to turn on the table lamp in the room, you almost scream. 

“Jesus fucking- what......what the hell are you doing in here?” you gasp, hand over your fluttering heart. 

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Steve says, getting up off the couch and walking towards you. 

“No I haven’t. I’ve just been busy. Our paths just haven’t crossed in a few days. It happens.” It’s a weak excuse and you know it. 

“Doll, don’t lie. We know you caught us in the kitchen the other night.” Bucky says, lounging on the loveseat. 

You can feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Well, maybe next time don’t pull your cock out where someone can just walk in on you.” It comes out snarkier than you meant it to, and both men chuckle. 

“Did you like it? Did you like watching Buck suck my cock? Did it turn you on?” Steve asks, stepping even closer to you. Jesus Christ, it is burning hot in here. 

He uses his knuckle to tilt your head up so you’re looking in his eyes. 

“Did it?” 

“Y-yes.” you admit softly. 

“Did you touch yourself that night? Did watching us make you wet?” Bucky asks. 

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

You drop your head but Steve tilts your chin up again. 

“We know you’re not shy, doll. Why are you acting like it with us now?” he asks. 

“Because....seeing the both of you like that.....it turned me on. It was hot. But it wasn’t my moment to walk in on.” you admit. 

“What would you say if we told you that we like it when you watch us? The way you turn all red and get all flustered. You look so fucking cute.” 

Bucky steps forward and before you can even breathe, his lips are on yours. A moan escapes your throat before you can even think to stop it, and you melt into him. What is even happening right now? 

When you feel Steve come up behind you and gently move your hair away from your neck, you shudder in anticipation. His lips are soft and warm as they move over the delicate skin there, making your toes curl.

“Fuck.......oh my.......” you gasp out as you and Bucky part. 

“What do you think, sweetheart? You want to watch us? You want to REALLY watch us?” he asks. 

“Yes....please, yes.” you whimper. 

Somewhere deep inside your desperately horny brain, you know that you should be feeling shame. Even a little bit of shame. But you’re not. But as you watch Steve and Bucky kiss and touch each other in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but pure, unadulterated lust. 

You can’t take your eyes off of their bodies, and you think to yourself that if you died right now, you’d die a happy girl. Both of them are built like brick walls. Strong chests with delicious pecs that you want to sink your teeth into, abs that you could scrub your lingerie on, and legs that are like tree trunks. 

“Just enjoy the show, baby.” Steve murmurs in your ear. 

You watch as they strip each other out of their clothes until they’re down to just two pairs of tight boxer briefs. Steve sinks to his knees, trailing wet sloppy kisses all down Bucky’s chest and stomach, stopping to slide his underwear down his legs. His cock springs free from it’s confines, damn near smacking Steve in the mouth. 

He takes Bucky’s thick cock in is hand, pumping it slowly with long, languid strokes before darting his tongue out to lick at the tip. Bucky throws his head back, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and one on his head. 

“Fuck.....Stevie.” he groans out. 

You watch in awe as Steve deep throats his lover like a fucking champ, while Bucky keeps his eyes on you. 

“Take off your clothes, doll. Get comfortable. I want to see what you have on under that little dress of yours.”

You stand from the chair and slowly reach behind you, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in a white lace bra and matching G string. 

“Fuck.....look at that. Stevie, look at our gorgeous girl.” Bucky moans out. 

Steve turns his head to get a good look at you, while still keeping Bucky firmly in his mouth. He lets out a moan and dips his hand into his own underwear to fist his cock. 

You sit back down on the plush chair, throwing one leg over the side so that you’re wide open for them. If they’re going to put on a show for you, you’re damn well going to return the favor. 

You run your fingertips up and down your wet folds, smearing your arousal around, toying with yourself as you watch the boys take each other apart piece by piece. 

When Bucky finally cums, it’s magnificent. You watch as hot streams of thick, white cum shoot out from his tip, landing on Steve’s face and neck. You let out a loud moan at the sight, completely unashamed. 

“Look at her, Stevie. Look how wet she is. You can see it from here.” 

Your brain must be temporarily out to lunch, because you find yourself practically floating over to them. Without any provocation, you slide your finger through the mess on Steve’s neck and bring it to your mouth, moaning at the taste. You do it again, this time offering your finger to Steve, and when he takes it and sucks on it much like he just did with Bucky’s dick, another wave of arousal floods your pussy. 

Once all the traces of his cum are gone from Steve’s beautiful face, Bucky turns you around to face him, gripping your hips and bringing you in for a filthy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. His fingertips dance down your body until they meet the apex of your thighs. 

“Oh, honey. You’re fucking DRENCHED.” he moans out, sliding his fingers through your wetness. You watch as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them and groaning. 

“Fuck doll....you taste so fucking good. So sweet.” 

“What do you want? What do you want to watch us do next? Hmm?” Steve murmurs in your ear. His chest is pressed to your back, and his big hands are splayed over your hips as he gently grinds his cock into your ass. You’re still having trouble believing that this is all actually happening right now, but you’re just going to go with it and worry about the consequences later. 

“I want......” you gasp out, trying to keep your knees from buckling from the pleasure that they’re inflicting on you. “Jesus....I want to watch Bucky fuck you. I want to watch you take him.” 

Bucky gives you a devilish smirk before bringing you in for another filthy kiss. He cocks his head toward Steve. 

“You heard the lady. Get on the bed.”

Watching Bucky open Steve up with his fingers and his tongue is a wonder to behold. You sit, mesmerized at the foot of the bed, as Bucky slides his fingers in and out of Steve, his eager hole sucking them in as far as they’ll go. 

“Fuck, Stevie. You’re taking his fingers so well.” you purr. 

A moan slips from his lips as he keens under the praise, and he brings his hand over to clench your thigh. You run your fingers through his hair softly, helping him relax as Bucky works him open. 

“You better watch out because Stevie has a praise kink. You keep talking like that and this will be over before it starts.” he teases. 

Once he’s sufficiently stretched, you move next to Bucky as he slips his cock past Steve’s tight little hole, gasping as it stretches to accommodate Bucky’s wide girth. Stevie moans as he pushes farther into his ass until he’s in him to the hilt. You run your fingers lightly up and down Steve’s back as Buck grips his hips and starts thrusting into him slowly, getting him used to it. 

“Oh my....you look so fucking pretty like this. I love watching his cock drive in and out of your little asshole, baby.” you moan out. 

Steve moans and grips the sheets in his fists. 

“Fuck, I want.......I want...” he groans out. 

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want to taste her. Please. Let me taste her, daddy.” 

Oh. Oh shit. Who knew you were dealing with a praise kink AND a daddy kink here?

“You want to let Stevie taste you doll? You want him to eat that pretty little pussy of yours?” Bucky asks, grinning at you. 

You nod slowly, pulling your ruined panties off and positioning yourself so that you’re laying under Steve while Bucky continues fucking into him. You have to admit, there’s no beating the view you have. Steve’s face buried between your legs, devastating you with his tongue and fingers, Bucky above him, snapping his hips against  Steve’s ass, their skin making the most delicious sound as they smack against each other. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby doll. You look so good splayed out underneath me. You don’t know how many times I imagine this for the three of us. You don’t know how much we’ve wanted you right here in this position.” Steve groans out as he pumps three thick fingers in and out of your cunt. If you had any working brain cells at the particular moment, you’d probably be embarrassed, but right now you don’t give a shit. 

“God, please, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum....” you pant, gripping his hair and tugging, making him fucking GROWL. 

With a few more thrusts of his fingers and his tongue dancing over your clit, your orgasm slams through you, making you arch your back and scream his name. 

“Christ, doll, you’re so pretty when you cum.” Bucky pants out. 

Once you catch your breath, you reach down and take Steve’s rock hard cock in your hand, pumping it in time with Bucky’s thrusts. You can tell that he’s not going to last much longer, and you want to bring Steve over the edge with him. You watch both of their faces as you stroke him, both completely blissed out and drunk on pleasure. 

“Oh....oh fuck.....I gotta cum....I can’t hold on....” Steve whimpers. 

“Cum in me.” you whisper.

With a harsh thrust, he sheathes himself in your tight channel and it only takes two deep strokes into you before you feel his cock swell, filling you with his seed. Bucky reaches his end shortly after, thrusting hard into Steve, who in turn thrusts hard into you, bringing you to another orgasm. 

The of you stay connected like that for a few moments, breathing heavily and coming down from the intense pleasure of what just happened. 

“I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.” Bucky smirks he watches Steve kiss you. 

[holylulusworld]

Reversed roles

Summary: When a witch makes you and Dean switch places you need to be the strong one for the first time.

Pairing: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester, Rowena

Warnings: angst, curses, scared Dean, needy/whiny Dean, cuddling and snuggling, abo dynamics, reversed roles, adorable Dean

6000 Followers BINGO CARD theme: Spells gone wrong

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“What did the witch say?” Panting you check on your unconscious Alpha as Sam tries to remember the words the witch threw at Dean before she disappeared.

“Wait it was something like…” Scratching his scruffy chin Sam tries to recall the words. “Facti infirmitatem or something… “

“Become a weakness?“ Glancing at Dean, lie on the floor you purr at your Alpha, followed by a low rumble leaving your chest as Sam tries to pick his brother up.

Your teeth grit and you push Sam away to cover Dean’s body with yours.

“What the…Y/N?” Your eyes darken and your posture changes as you inhale Dean’s scent deeply.

“Stay away from my Omega.” The words come out as a warning as you sniff along Dean’s neck, causing the tall hunter to whine against you.

“Alpha…” Dean’s eyes snap open and you gasp as he reaches out for you, desperate to feel his mate taking care of him.

“OH…crap. My brother is an Omega…what the?” Sam needs to take a few steps backward to give you enough space to help Dean up.

The tall hunter must watch his strong and tough brother hide behind your back to sniff at your hair. Dean is shaking, not knowing what’s happening to his body and how to feel about it.

“Y/N, Alpha…I’m scared.” Dean whimpers as he sees Sam tries to get closer but you react in an instant. Puffing your chest, you ball your hands into fists, ready to defend your mate.

“I will not harm your mate, Y/N. But I need to check on Dean. You know me, Alpha, I will not threaten your claim on my brother. He’s yours…” Sam knows he needs to be careful or you will attack him to defend your Omega.

“Brother…” Snarling you watch Sam check on your mate. Ready to attack the tall Alpha touching your Omega you narrow your eyes but Sam retreats instantly to let Dean cling to you, panting heavily as his tall brother scares the confused Omega.

“Alpha…want to go home…” Dean whines into your neck, holding onto you for safety. “Need you…”

 —-

The tour back to the bunker is stressful, to say the least. Dean is clinging to your body in the backseat while you suppress the urge to attack Sam in the driver’s seat.

Your mind tells you, Sam is no treat to your claim, but your instinct tells you to protect your vulnerable Omega at all costs.

While you let Dean rest his head in your lap and sling one arm around your waist you try to calm the trembling Omega. Your hands gently caress his body as you purr low in your throat to assure Dean you will defend him with all your strength.

“We are there, Y/N. I’ll park the car and enter the bunker. You should wait a moment with your Omega until I’m in my room. I will call Cas and Rowena for help. Just make sure your mate feels comfortable.”

Giving you a warm smile Sam watches you slide your fingers through Dean’s hair as he whines for your attention, Sam takes a deep breath. He never saw his brother that vulnerable and it’s hard for Sam to not help you, but he knows better than to touch your Omega right now.

Sam has no death wish after all…

—-

Leading Dean into your shared bedroom you walk fast to make sure you will reach the room without bumping into Sam. “I’m here, Omega. No one is going to hurt you, Baby.” 

Dean nods as he squeezes your hand tight enough to hurt you, but your instinct is stronger than the pain Dean could cause.

In your room Dean relaxes as you let him press you into the wall to bury his face into your neck. He’s licking your neck, purring low to make you gasp and snarl against him.

“My Alpha…”

“You need to rest, Omega. Let me take care of you, Dean. Your Alpha will make sure you are safe.” Obedient Dean gets ready for a nap, stripping his clothes off to crawl onto the bed.

The Omega is waiting for you, whining once again, close to tears as you take too long to hold him in your arms. “I’ve got you, Dean.” Your arms wrap tightly around his trembling body to bring the Omega close to your chest.

“Alpha…” Dean uses all his strength to bring you closer to his chest. Sniffing at your hair he whines against your body. 

“I’m here, Omega. No one is going to hurt you.” Feeling you stroking his back and inhaling your scent Dean slowly calms in your arms. He’s resting his head in the crook of your neck, dozing off.

—-

“That should do the job, Samuel.” Snickering Rowena listens to Dean’s whines and your low purrs. “Do we have to fix the cocky Alpha? I like seeing him all fluffy and vulnerable.”

“Fix my brother, Rowena. Y/N is not used to be an Alpha, I can see the struggle to protect her mate. I know you don’t want your friend to suffer, and she will as the curse will get worse according to what I found out…”

Patting Sam’s back Rowena nods, glancing at Dean holding tight onto you. He’s sniffling, not able to stop the tears running down his cheeks. “Please calm, Omega. I’m here, Dean…” 

While you gently caress his cheek the Omega leans into your touch. Dean desperately seeks your closeness as a strange feeling fills his chest. 

You can see his posture change as he lunges forward to bring you impossible closer to his chest.

“Omega…” Dean snarls into your neck, holding you gently in his arms. “Are you alright? Are you hurt…?” Checking on you Dean pants heavily as you shake your head, burying your face into his chest.

“Alpha, missed you, Dean.” Whimpering against your Alpha’s chest you relax in his embrace, just letting your Alpha take over his role.

“I missed being your Alpha, but I must admit you did a great job. I felt safe with you, Sweetheart. Damn, you even tried to attack my freaking tall brother, an Alpha on top of all.” Chuckling Dean hears you snarl against him.

“He wanted to touch my Omega. I couldn’t let any Alpha touch what’s mine. I know now how it feels when you go full Alpha.” Dean nods, chuckling as you tell him you felt like you have a huge cock.

“Larger than mine?” Dean teases as you ask how it felt to him to be an Omega.

“Strange. I felt weak but I knew you would protect me, Y/N.” Meeting Dean’s eyes you cup his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“That’s how I feel every day when you protect me, Dean. I know you will always protect me, Alpha…”

“Always, Omega…”

“I liked our reversed roles, maybe we can do it again…” Giggling you let Dean roll you onto your back to bite your neck playfully.

“Huh…? Do you still think you have a huge cock…?” Laughing at Dean’s question you tug at his hair, making him growl against you.

“No, but my Alpha has one and I’d like him to get the monster out right now…”

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Stucky comfort after Peggy's memorial. Because civil war cheated me out of an emotional stucky scene and I AM PISSED. DOES BUCKY REMEMBER THE BOMBSHELL WITH THE RED LIPS AND PASSIONATE ATTITUDE?!?!?!?! (Also slowly working towards making you fulfill my stucky addiction im sorry)

The day was long and sad, and impossibly lonely. Steve sat, the ever-devoted soldier, with a rigid posture and a blank face, throughout the entire ceremony. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that poked at him for his sadness. 

There were cameras, after all, and people were watching him. He couldn’t let Captain America be seen as weak, and he couldn’t let his guard down in this public place.

He could feel Bucky’s eyes on him the entire time, sneaking worried glances his way and trying to get Steve to make eye contact, but Steve wouldn’t. He knew that if he saw the understanding look in Bucky’s pale eyes then his resolve would break. He would break. 

He felt bad enough about how deeply he was mourning Peggy’s loss, when his fiance was sitting right beside him. He had fallen in love twice in his life, and had lost them both. He had gotten them both back–and then had lost her again. Peggy. 

When the memorial concludes, and they’re driving back to the tower in the back of a limo, Bucky clears his throat. 

“Steve.” 

Steve clenches his jaw. “Don’t,” He pleads softly. He isn’t strong enough to talk about her. Her fiery resolve. Her stubborn ways.

“Look at me,” Bucky begs, his voice quiet. He rolls up the partition and tries again. “Stevie. Please. Look at me.”

With just the two of them back there, Steve reluctantly peels his eyes from the floor to meet Bucky’s. 

“What?” He says pitifully. “I’m fine.”

“No, you ain’t,” Bucky shakes his head, his calloused right-hand fitting over Steve’s on the seat, the warmth of it bringing some comfort. “It’s just you and me back here, Ace. Don’t gotta put on that brave face.”

Steve watches Bucky for a long time, searching for a hint of judgement, of jealousy. Peggy hadn’t been his first love–that would be the man holding his hand now–but she had been a love of his all the same, and the woman who made him realize that it was okay to talk about the things he felt for Bucky, long before Bucky knew. Those first, terrifying days with the serum, her red-lipped smile, the strength she carried with her, always.

He missed her. She was more than a love–she was his friend. When he’d woken up from the ice, hers was the only face he knew, even if it had changed in their years apart. She was a comforting had to hold. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, his voice breaking. “Forgive me.”

Bucky frowns, like he couldn’t for the life of him, imagine why Steve was apologizing. He wraps a strong arm around Steve’s broad shoulders, and with a certain kind of sureness, Bucky tugs him in close, as if he were still the 90 pound punk that fit under his chin. Steve presses his nose to Bucky’s neck, and lets the sobs overtake him. He couldn’t feign strength wrapped up like this, in Bucky’s arms. He felt too safe to keep the facade alive. 

“You loved her,” Bucky soothes, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair at a slow pace. “And she loved you. I can’t blame either of you for that.”

“I love you,” Steve reassures him through his tears, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Bucky’s jacket. 

“I know, doll,” Bucky promises, squeezing Steve a little tighter. “And you know that I love you. But today ain’t about that. Today is about her, and…about what you lost when she died. I remember her, Steve. I remember what she meant to you.”

Steve was always unsure about Bucky’s relationship with Peggy. They joked and teased like the other commandos, sure, but there was always and underlying tension. Although he and Bucky hadn’t been ‘together’ then, they’d had an unspoken bond. He knows now that Bucky loved him even then. How difficult it must have been for him to watch Steve fall all over the perfect woman with the red dress and glossy curls. 

Even if they had found each other eventually, realized how they both felt…Steve still felt guilty for the love he owed Peggy. They both owned his heart in different ways. “Do you miss her, too?”

Bucky is quiet for a few moments, and Steve thinks he’s maybe offended him, before Bucky swallows. “Yeah,” He admits quietly. “She was one hell of a woman.” 

Steve opens his mouth to say something–though he doesn’t know what–but Bucky just presses a lingering kiss to the top of his head and lets out a long breath. “I know. Let it out, sweetheart. You can cry as long as you need.”

Steve blinks fast, shocked by the love that filled the back of the limo, the comfort he found in Bucky’s arms. He presses in a little closer, and remember’s Peggy’s last words to him: 

You deserve every happiness, Steve. May you find it in him.

Steve closes his eyes, breathing Bucky in. Yes, he thinks, sniffling up the last of his sobs. Even through his heartbreak, through his mourning, he wouldn’t have to be alone. Peggy had wanted this for him. I have.

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No one would riot for less

Song: No one would riot for less from the album Cassadaga by Bright Eyes.

Summary: With Bucky away, it’s Steve’s turn to play.

Pairing: Female reader x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Length: 1,500 words

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! My apologies to @etherealwaifgoddess if this post is the death of you. Part 5 of Death on the stairs. Smut, poly relationship, Stucky, inexperienced Steve, bisexuals everywhere. See here for what this is all about.

***

Somehow, Steve didn’t get dragged out of bed for the urgent mission. It’s frustrating that Bucky was taken from you, just as things were starting to get good, but you’re grateful to have him keep you company.

Building Lego sets with Peter is fun, but sometimes you need a friend who isn’t stuck in school most of the week.

“So, I noticed Buck stayed over the other day,” Steve says one evening while you’re playing a card game.

“Yeah,” you say, laying the three of hearts.

“How was it?”

“Good, cosy. It was a shame he had to go back out on the mission,” you observe.

“No, I mean how was it?” Steve asks, cheeks turning cerise.

“Oh,” you laugh. “We just kissed. Don’t worry Steve, we’re not screwing without you. Bucky thought we should take things slowly. Can’t get my leg over when it’s stuck in plaster.”

Steve blushes harder at that. It’s not that he’s shy about sex, at least not with Buck, but it’s just a shock to hear a dame talk like that. They were much more demure in his time, he can’t imagine those words ever coming out of Peggy’s mouth, and she was pretty forward for her era.

“Do you think, maybe I could stay over tonight and do the same?” he asks.

“Is that your way of saying I’m better at cards than you and you want to quit?”

“No - I mean you are better at cards than me - but no,” Steve notes. “That just sounds nice, just being together and maybe kissing.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say. Steve lays down his hand and you gather up the cards, wrapping the worn elastic band around the deck to keep them together.

You’re still not weight-bearing, but you have crutches now and you shuffle into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Steve has already tucked himself in when you hobble back. His eyes go wide at the sight of you in your black chemise, the double of the one you were wearing the night you landed on his balcony.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t stare,” he says shyly, averting his gaze.

“You can look,” you tell him. “I mean, it’d be sexier without the cast, but I’m not going to tell you not to look if you’re enjoying the view.”

Propping your crutches against the wall, you climb into bed, cuddling up to Steve. His body’s like a wall of fire, solid and hot, the same as Bucky’s. It must be the serum because you’ve never met anyone else who’s as warm as these two, except when they had the flu.

He doesn’t do anything, except drape an arm around you, and you’re beginning to suspect that Bucky normally takes the lead when the two of them are together. Turning your face to his chest, you begin leaving soft kisses against his skin. Your move up to his collarbone, sucking a little there before kissing across his shoulder, and up to his neck, making him squirm.

“Anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?” you ask. If you’d asked Bucky that question, you’d put good money on him suggesting his cock, but you think Steve is likely to be a little less crude.

“Yeah, kiss my mouth,” he enthuses, sliding down so that his face is level with yours. His breath is hot against your face as he inches closer.

The rain is hammering hard against your window, mirroring your first kiss with Bucky.

For a man made of hard lines, hard muscle, kissing Steve is all softness. Soft lips, soft sighs, soft pressure. No hard and heavy kissing, he takes his time, soft hands roaming over the soft parts of your body, softly kneading, softly pressing you closer to him.

Pulling away, he rests his chin on your head, holding you close.

“Yeah, I can see why Buck didn’t come back that night,” he explains. “I’m sorry if you think I’m too gentle with you… I just worry, with my strength. I would never want to hurt you, even accidentally. With Buck, I can be a little… rougher? He can take it, but I’m scared… not that I think you’re weak or anything, not that just… sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

“I understand, and I know what you’re saying is sweet, but honestly,” you say, trying to keep a straight face, “did you just admit that Captain America likes getting rough in the bedroom?”

You don’t have to look up to know that Steve’s blushing up a storm.

“I-I didn’t say that. But maybe Steve Rogers enjoys that,” he admits.

“That would be Steve Rogers who is also Captain America, yes?”

“Just… just don’t let that be common knowledge,” he squeaks out like he’s suddenly regressed to being that skinny kid in Brooklyn.

“You know I won’t. Now, how do you feel about something a little more than kissing?”

When he doesn’t respond, you take one of his hands, sliding it between your thighs. He makes a little noise of surprise, completely freezing.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” you probe gently.

“No,” he admits, a little ashamed. “Has-has Buck done this?”

“With his vibranium hand, not the flesh one. When we were on the mission, he said it helped him learn how to use his metal fingers better. In hindsight, I don’t think he was being entirely truthful,” you explain.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. Buck had lived long enough with a metal arm to know how to use it, surely the change to vibranium didn’t require that much adjustment? On the other hand, Steve wasn’t keen on Buck using his metal hand when they were in bed, so maybe he did need the practice.

“You can touch me if you like. Or you can move your hand away, whatever works best for you, I don’t mind,” you observe. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tentatively Steve begins tracing with one finger. It’s a delicate area and he’s scared of hurting you. There’s a lot more going on down there than he was expecting, not that he really knows what he was expecting. Folds, wetness. It’s different from what he’s used to, but that doesn’t make it bad. He should probably research this some more before he even thinks about taking you to bed properly.

“Can you show me how to make you feel good?” he asks.

“Of course,” you smile at him. “Don’t be ashamed of asking, I wish more people would. You have no idea how many people don’t know what they’re doing. I’d say there are two places that you want to focus on.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve nods, letting you guide his hand.

“Firstly, there’s internally. I’d say start with one finger, but you can add more later, but I guess you’re familiar with that concept.”

He most certainly is, from Buck prepping him.

“You want to kinda curl it up like you’re making a come hither motion towards my belly button. Want to try?”

Cautiously, Steve slips his index finger inside you. It’s warm, wet, hugging his finger. He’s beginning to understand just how good this will feel on his cock, and he feels himself getting stiff. He moves his finger like you told him, stroking against your wall.

“Yeah, that’s good Steve,” you praise him. “You can vary the pressure and the speed to make it more or less intense.”

He ups the tempo and the pressure and can feel your body reacting to him, squeezing his finger. Dear God, did he wish that was his cock right now.

“You said there were two places?” he queries as you sigh with pleasure.

“Yes, that’s right. Let me move your thumb,” you explain, getting him where you want him, figuring it would be easier to show him than tell him how to find your clit.

“Just try rubbing there, little circles, side to side, up and down. Whatever feels most natural to you,” you say.

He moves the pad of his thumb in a slow circle, surprised when you start shaking next to him.

“That’s feels really fucking good, Steve.”

“And I can change the pressure or the speed to change the intensity?” he asks earnestly.

“You got it.”

He does that, trying to get his finger and his thumb to move at the same pace. Your shaking intensifies, breathing getting shallower, and Steve’s a little concerned you might break his finger, the way you’re gripping it.

Things were going well. Too well.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers,” comes FRIDAY’s disembodied voice. It’s like an emergency brake has been applied to your body, and you stop short of your peak. Steve stills his digits, waiting for what’s next. “Sergeant Barnes has requested urgent back up in Cassadaga. Please report for duty.”

Steve scrambles out of bed and into his clothes, apologising all the while.

You hope Bucky’s ok, hope the team is ok, but goddamnit, FRIDAY really needs to stop interrupting your fun before you start a riot.

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[loveforpreserumsteve]

Not Without You (Canon Divergence Stucky Fix-It-Fic)

Fifteen:

"Pancakes? Omelet? I could do French toast," Steve offered as he pulled a nonstick skillet out of the cabinet. Making sure not to lean on the freshly repaired portion of counter.

Thor opened the fridge to retrieve another beer, but Steve intercepted. Suggesting, "Maybe wait until we have something to celebrate, yeah?"

"Dear friend, I'm sad to inform that that's not why I…" Thor glanced away, ashamed of appearing weak.

Moving his hand so it would cover Thor's, Steve assured, "None of us having been coping well."

A sad smile tugged at Thor's lips, and he nodded. Thickly swallowing, Thor quietly explained, "I just didn't want to think… Didn't want to feel…"

Gritting his teeth to stop himself from crying, Steve confessed, "Me either." Giving his hand a squeeze, Steve said, "But we can move on. We can win."

"Steven," Thor's expression managed to turn just a bit sadder as he corrected, "There is no winning. Only surviving."

Nodding, Steve took Thor's hand off the fridge and suggested, "So, how about we keep a clear head until we're done with the heist."

It was clear that Thor was thinking this over, and Steve hoped that he would agree. Of course, Steve knew that if he was capable of getting drunk, he would be in a heartbeat. Hell, back when Bucky… fell… Steve had spent hours mourning the man in a destroyed bar, pouring his heart out to empty bottles of expensive hard liquor. Trying his hardest to numb the pain of his freshly broken heart. Only, his solace never came.

Not until that fateful day when the drop of a mask impossibly returned the love of his life.

Wondering if talking would help Thor, he asked, "What do you know about the Aether?"

There was a flash of recognition that said Thor definitely understood what Steve was trying to do. Instead of calling him out for his attempt of helping, Thor -- the true saint that he was -- choose to humor him, "Well, first, the Aether isn't a stone. It's more of a… an angry… sludge."

Eventually, Thor moved away from fridge and sat down at the breakfast bar counter. Steve opened the door to pull out a cartoon of eggs and some veggies Pepper had grown in her garden. Deciding on omelets since Thor hadn't shown an interest either way.

"Here's an interesting story though, many years ago… my grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves --" Thor comically wiggled his fingers at him while making some spooky noises and earning a grin from Steve "-- scary beings. So, Jane -- You remember Jane, yes?"

Steve nodded, still chopping a red pepper. Thor nodded and continued, "Well, Jane, being the curious soul that she is… was, stuck her hand inside of a rock, and the Aether latched onto her. It made her very sick, and I took her home, to Asgard -- Of course, we were dating at the time, so it was… odd… circumstances to meet my… my…"

At Thor's voice cracking and lower lip quivering, Steve cleared his throat and asked, "Do you want onions?"

Still trying to gather himself, Thor nodded and said, "Thank you."

"No problem," Steve reassured, chopping up the onion. Noting that Thor probably wasn't going to finish the story, he decided to go with one of his own to fill the silence. "The first time I came in direct contact with a stone was with the Tesseract in the 40s. I watched it evaporate a man and burn through the belly of a jet. Before that, HYDRA had weaponized it and whoever was shot was just… gone."

"Like, what happened…?" Thor asked, wincing. For who, Steve wasn't sure; it could've been for both of them.

Shaking his head, Steve added the chopped vegetables to the bowl of whisked eggs, and clarified, "No. With them, it was like looking at a picture of someone and then a black screen coming up. You can still see the place where they were, but they're no longer there. Completely removed in a clean manner. It was nothing like… that."

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing, or a bad thing."

"That makes two of us," Steve poured some of the mixture into the warm pan.

"I must admit," Thor started, a small smile tugging at his lips, "I never took you for a chef."

"It started with wanting to do something nice for Buck," Steve shrugged, "Then it was just a way to pretend he was still here."

"Is that why you hoard postcards?"

The bearded pair jumped at the teen's voice, and Steve blushed. Glancing at the journal that had remained on the table, Steve looked over at Cassie. Confirming, "Yeah, that's why I hoard postcards."

"Knew it," Cassie playfully mumbled, joining Thor at the counter as they both watched Steve cook.

Her eyes were practically glued to the pan as Steve expertly folded the egg over to create a neat omelet. With a smirk tugging at his lips, Steve teased, "Would you like an omelet?"

"Depends."

"On?" Steve quirked a brow.

"Can I have mine with extra cheese?" Cassie exaggerated a shit-eating grin.

Playing along, Steve feigned exasperation, "I guess."

"May I also have extra cheese?" Thor cautiously cut in.

"Yes, you can have extra cheese," Steve answered. Since the first omelet was cheese-less and done, he decided to just keep it for himself. Reaching back into the fridge, he grabbed the bag of shredded cheese and peeked over his shoulder, "Do you want anything else?"

Cassie theatrically pondered, "If you make mine with ham, are you still a vegetarian?"

Putting on his best unamused, Captain America face, Steve closed the fridge and brought the cheese and packet of diced ham over to the island. Pouring both into the egg and veggie mixture, Steve added a couple more eggs. Mixing it all together, a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched Cassie bashfully steal glances of the God of Thunder.

Eventually, Cassie told Thor, "I like your hair."

"Thank you!" Thor accepted, beaming at the teen as he casually said, "Bruce likes it better braided. It does look better that way."

"I'll bet," Cassie eagerly agreed. Glancing over at Steve, teased, "I think Steve's hair would look nice in a braid, too."

At that, Thor simply lit up as he said, "I'd like to see that."

Not able to fight the smile, Steve appeased, "Maybe after breakfast."

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[jennygirl2014]

My take on the ending...

Okay, I’m going to go ahead and speak up about Endgame and Steve Rogers’ character.  I haven’t been on here in a while, let alone posted anything, but now that I’m on here again it’s all I see and I feel like speaking my mind.

I’m gonna post spoilers so... just saying. If you haven’t seen it yet, I suggest you do.  But here goes...

Again...spoilers....so turn away if you don’t wanna know....

Last chance............

Okay, when I first saw the movie, I walked out after the ending saying “what the actual hell....?” like soooo many other Marvel fans.  AT FIRST, I didn’t like the idea of Steve going on a mission and then suddenly being like “you know, what, whatever...” and leaving everyone hanging. His dance with Peggy seemed sappy. It didn’t fit his character.  It wasn’t like him.  Blah blah blah...

THEN I OPENED MY EYES AND THOUGHT ABOUT IT

The ending it BEAUTIFUL! Steve so deserves this! He gave his life so people could live, he sacrificed so much, he continued to willingly put his life on the line and run into danger instead of running away from it.  He was forced to live in a time that he wasn’t adjusted to, while missing everyone and everything he loved. He must have felt like he let Peggy down somehow by missing that dance.  He loved her.  Get it?  He loved that woman.  He kept her picture, he always thought about her, he never gave up on loving her.  He even continued to listed to music from the 1940′s for the love of God.

That man needed to go home.  He deserved it. He truly did.  He deserves a happy ending and to be with the love of his life! He must have been exhausted from constantly fighting.  And think about it, he just saw Tony die.  Tony had a family, a life, stability, something Steve never knew if he would get or not.  Seeing a friend go through something opens your eyes, it makes you think.  He was living a life for everyone BUT himself! Let him put his selfless ass first.

Yes, he left Bucky, but let’s call it for what it is...Steve Rogers is a straight man.  Maybe one day we will see a hero who represents the LGBTQ community, I am all for it, but Steve it not gay. I’m not against Stucky, but at the same time it’s not for me. Steve Rogers is a straight man, who loved a woman, and had a chance to be with her again. Sorry.

Lastly, if I hear any shit about how fanfic doesn’t work anymore now that he is gone...I swear to God.  Who cares?  That’s why it is fanfic.  AND TO BE HONEST, we know that Steve split the timeline when he went back to be with Peggy.  WHO KNOWS IF THERE IS SOME VERSION OF STEVE THAT IS STILL OUT THERE WALKING AROUND, WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED AND KICK MORE ASS! He went back in time and fought his own being, he saw himself, so there could still be a Steve out there. But that is my take on it.

At the same time, we don’t know what happened when he went back in time with the infinity stones.  This is a goldmine for creative fanfic! We could see younger Steve, older Steve, Hydra Steve, normal Steve... go nuts! Go wild!  He had the reality stone! So much potential there! Thank you Russo brothers for the endless possibilities!  And thank you again for an amazing ending and a beautiful character like Steve to get our panties wadded up lol

I know there are ladies out there upset because Steve isn’t still single and out there brewing with angst and being lonely. I admit, seeing Steve with a lady when he gets your panties dropping is kinda sad.  But you can’t expect someone to live like that forever.  As human beings, we often hate change. This is a major change in his character.  But I think it’s perfect. 

If he died, can you truly imagine it?  If he died, it would seem almost like he went weak on us.  We would be totally destroyed and heartbroken and left wondering what to do with ourselves if he died. I would have been a sobbing mess. Honestly, when I saw him looking at Peggy in that one scene when he went back with Tony, I knew how it was going to end. He was going to go back to her.  Why are we upset about a happy ending?

Rant over :-)

p.s.- think of the Iron Man fans! The man got married, had a daughter and then died! Now THEY are heartbroken! I’m sad about that too, I loved his character. But people are upset over Steve being alive and with Peggy while Tony is fucking dead... think about it.

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[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

A Night to Remember, Part 6: I Must Axe You a Question

Summary: It’s the spookiest time of the year, and you’ve been kidnapped by a psycho named Bucky Barnes who’s using as bait to lure your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, out into the open. Danger strikes and you have a decision to make. Pairing: Hunter!Bucky x Reader, Vampire!Steve x Reader…. Stucky? Maybe Stucky. Warnings: Language (as always), graphic violence, blood… Stucky? I guess that should be a warning. Word Count: ~2,590 A/N: Yes, Steve knew who the other vamp was all along, but knew you wouldn’t believe him if he told you, so he kept his mouth shut. I figured I may as well continue the trend of cheesy titles.

Masterlist // Previous Chapter

“You can apologize to me and Bucky once he’s not in danger of bleeding out in my basement,” you said angrily as you batted Bucky’s hand away from his neck, carefully peeling your shirt away so you could get a look at his wound. Seeing that it had stopped the worst of its bleeding, you quickly applied some gauze and taped the wound up, promising to disinfect it in a little while; you were sure you’d just set it bleeding again if you tried right then.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky said weakly.

“What is it?” you asked worriedly.

“You’re still shirtless,” he said, grinning playfully at you.

The first thing you did was grab a new shirt. You and Bucky ended up staying awake all night. You wouldn’t let Bucky go to sleep, too worried he might not wake up again. Eventually it got chilly and you ran back upstairs at one point to grab blankets, throwing them over you and Bucky upon your return. You force fed him a large pile of snacks and made him drink at least four bottles of water.

After an hour or so of silence on Steve’s front, he finally spoke up.

“Can I apologize yet?” he asked demurely, turning his unfairly beautiful eyes on the two of you.

You glanced at Bucky, who looked back at you. The two of you seemed to think for a moment before he nodded.

“Let’s hear it, then,” you said, crossing your arms against your chest as you leveled a steely gaze at him.

“I would never hurt you on purpose, (Y/N). Or you, Buck. I fight the blood lust every day and I’ve been successful... but I was so weak and you... you smelled so good, Buck,” Steve said quietly, eyes dilating with lust.

“So you’re saying you can’t control yourself,” Bucky said bluntly.

“No, I can! I’ve been around (Y/N) for months and I haven’t hurt a single hair on her head! Please, tell him!” Steve said desperately, eyes pleading with you.

You sighed, looking from him to Bucky slowly before you nodded. “It’s true. I met him all the way back in August,” you admitted.

“Impossible. Vamps’ victims don’t last that long once they’ve made first contact. It’s unheard of. They’re eaten or turned almost immediately,” Bucky said dismissively, glaring at Steve.

“But he didn’t do either,” you insisted.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he considered this new information, gaze hard. “I’m not letting you loose until we figure out if you’re the murderer or not,” he said forcefully, as though he was trying to convince himself of the decision.

Steve hung his head, but nodded slowly. “I understand. I... I really am sorry I hurt you, Buck,” he murmured penitently.

“It won’t happen again,” Bucky said coldly, hatred creeping into his voice.

Steve’s gaze snapped up at his tone and you could see the hurt in his eyes. Steve read the subtext; Bucky didn’t trust him. He wouldn’t let him get close like that again.

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You didn’t know the details, but there was obviously something between the two of them. “Bucky, if he’s telling the truth, you’re gonna feel like shit later for saying stuff like-”

“Shh,” Steve said suddenly, posture rigid, his eyes darting between the ceiling and stairs.

You looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t shush her, asshole,” Bucky spat, glaring angrily at Steve.

“No really, please shut up. I... I think someone’s in your house. You have to untie me. Now. Bucky’s in no shape to fight, if it’s who I think it is... and you don’t even know how to hold a gun properly,” Steve hissed, eyes boring into yours insistently.

Bucky glowered at the vampire. “Don’t do it, Doll. I didn’t hear shit and if he tries anything when I’m in this state, we’re screwed.”

You clapped a hand over Bucky’s mouth and he turned his glare on you, but you held a finger to your lips as you stared at the ceiling, straining your ears.

“Please. I think it’s him,” Steve hissed. “I don’t want to compel you to let me go, but I will if it lets me keep both of you safe,” he whispered desperately.

There. You heard it now. A creak of the floorboards. The telltale sound of someone opening one of the doors upstairs, the wood a whisper against the carpet. The soft sound of prowling feet.

By the time the door knob to the basement was turning you were halfway to Steve, key for the padlock that secured the chains in your hand.

You had just placed the key in the lock when you felt the world tilt sideways. You were flying through the air, away from Steve, which meant that-

You slammed into the wall, head bouncing off of the wood paneling painfully. Boxes and dusty knick-knacks tumbled to the ground around you from the impact.

“Now, now kitten. Can’t have you letting that nuisance loose,” came a hoarse voice. One you recognized. Your gaze locked onto a pair of loafers and you slowly raised your head.

“Henry?” you gasped, barely recognizing him behind the red eyes and grisly fangs.

“Name’s not Henry. You can call me Brock,” he said, smirking dangerously. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass, you know that? I don’t let my marks walk, but this prick kept getting in my way,” he said, literally spitting on Steve, whose eyes were burning with hatred.

“Get the hell away from her,” Bucky growled. By some miracle he’d managed to stand and was pointing his silver bullet-loaded pistol directly at Brock.

“Oh, you’re the hunter who’s been on my trail, aren’t you? Well, I guess technically you were on his,” he said, jerking his chin in Steve’s direction. “He was convenient for that much, I suppose; a perfect scapegoat,” Brock said venomously. “Gotta say, you hunters suck at your job.”

“Shoot him!” Steve said frantically, gaze not leaving Brock.

Suddenly, you were being scooped up by Brock’s vice-like arms and he secured you easily with a single arm around your waist. He put you between himself and Bucky in the blink of an eye. With his other hand he grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. You elbowed every inch of him you could reach and clawed at his bare arms, but he didn’t so much as flinch and the bloody gashes you tore into his flesh healed immediately. 

“Ah, ah, ah, young man. You might hit her if you pull that trigger. Wouldn’t want that, right? And if you try any funny business I’ll rip her throat open without hesitation, right in front of you,” he said dangerously, running his teeth along your exposed neck for emphasis. You tried to move away from his lips, a chill of terror going down your spine, but he held you firmly in place.

Bucky lowered his gun marginally, eyes flicking from you to Brock in fear.

“No, Bucky! Don’t let him-”

“Good choice, Hunter. Now, I have a deal for you. I walk out of here with this delicious little lady and I don’t kill the both of you for making my life so difficult these last few months,” he said, sardonic smile on his face. “It’s a generous offer, really.“

You stilled, forcing yourself to calm down, and looked to Bucky, gaze determined. He caught your gaze and he looked at you, confusion clear on his face. You nodded your head almost imperceptibly downward, your gaze flicking to your hand.

Bucky saw it, then: the ring you were wearing.

It had been a gift from Steve, actually. A simple ring he’d given to you in a tiny box for your one month anniversary.

A silver ring, in a Celtic design that had a surprisingly sharp point. If you could get a good shot, it would do enough damage to distract him, maybe let Bucky get a shot in.

He seemed to understand your plan in an instant, and he turned his gaze back to Brock.

“No deal, Bloodsucker,” he spat, hatred coloring his tone.

Before he’d even finished speaking you were in motion. You yanked the ring off of your finger and, with a little luck and good guessing skills, you plunged the sharp part of the ring directly into Brock’s eye.

He snarled, dropping you from his arms. You heard shots ring out from Bucky’s gun, but you weren’t done moving yet. You stumbled forward towards Steve, who was watching the scene behind you with wide eyes.

He glanced down at you as you turned the key in the padlock and separated it hastily from the chain links. They fell to the ground with a clatter, drawing both Bucky and Brock’s attention. Apparently while you’d been preoccupied Brock had tore your ring from his eye socket; it had already begun healing, but blood still trickled out from between his eyelids.

When Steve looked at Bucky and saw the bloody claw marks that crisscrossed up his arm the fire that kindled in his eyes nearly made you recoil in fear.

He tore apart the ropes that were binding his wrists together as though they were made of paper and in a flash he was on Brock, eyes red, claws and fangs bared, irises two glowing blue orbs in the dimness of your basement.

“You’re going to pay for touching them, Rumlow,” Steve hissed, voice an unearthly, throaty growl that sent chills down your spine.

They exchanged blows faster than your eyes could follow, but one thing was clear. Steve was still weak and was steadily losing the fight. Bucky collapsed and you rushed to him, panicked. You didn’t know how much more blood he could lose in one night, but you knew the amount would ideally be “none.”

“Steve needs help,” Bucky said, grimacing as his cuts brushed against his shirt. “Out of bullets. Didn’t plan on this. Need something to take his head off with. Steve can’t overpower him in his current state,” Bucky explained urgently, eyes never leaving yours.

“Got it,” you said quickly, trying your best to ignore the animalistic snarling coming from the fight behind you. You knew exactly what you had to get.

You ran up the stairs and through your house, throwing yourself bodily out he back door into your yard.

There.

Your dad’s tool shed.

You sprinted across the grass barefoot, ignoring the sharp pricks of pain from rocks and sticks. As you opened the doors you hoped, fleetingly, that your dad hadn’t left any nails lying around; you weren’t sure when your last tetanus shot was.

It only took you a moment to find what you’d been looking for; the fireman’s axe your dad kept around “just in case.” Your dad had probably meant to use it in the event of a natural disaster, not to behead a vampire, but you were thankful either way.

You sprinted back to the house, praying you wouldn’t fall and kill yourself on the well-sharpened blade.

You made it halfway down the stairs, taking in the sight in front of you in a split second.

Steve and Brock were grappling for the upper hand; the fight had devolved to wrestling on the floor, but Steve was currently in control, but he didn’t look like he could hold that position long. Bucky was up on his feet again,

“Bucky!” you yelled, throwing the axe down to him. He spun at the sound of his voice and caught it reflexively with his metal hand.

“Nice one, Doll!” he said appreciatively as he summoned the dregs of his strength and surged forward, towards the two snarling vampires. “Steve!” he warned, lifting the axe over his head.

His sudden appearance drew both Steve and Brock’s attention, but Steve reacted a half second quicker, simultaneously throwing Brock on his back while also moving out of the way of the axe’s downward arc.

Steel met flesh a second later, blood splattering on the three men as it dug deeply into Brock’s neck.

But it didn’t reach deep enough and you looked on in horror as Brock writhed under Steve, trying to shove him off. He was no longer able to speak, but a haunting gurgling noise was coming from his throat.

“Again! Quickly!” Steve demanded, struggling to keep Brock down.

Bucky hefted the axe and brought it down in the same spot as before. This time, though, the telltale ring of steel against cement resounded through the room and Brock suddenly ceased all movement.

Steve rolled off his body, exhausted, and Bucky crashed to the ground beside him, the last of his energy gone.

You rushed down the stairs and ran to them. You kneeled down between them and assessed their injuries frantically, hands hovering over them, anxiety lacing your veins.

The bleeding on Bucky’s arm had stopped, but he looked weak. You’d need to get him to a hospital soon.

“I’m glad you’re both safe,” Steve murmured, pulling the both of you into his chest with his strong arms.

You were face to face with Bucky who, surprisingly, was smiling. He looked up at Steve, and then to you, before he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

You did the same, a giddy laugh bubbling up from your chest.

You were alive. Steve was exactly who he said he was. Bucky finally caught his killer and got his friend back in the process... and also gained you.

You burrowed into their embrace, one cold and one warm, and felt safer than you ever had before.

After a moment, though, Bucky pulled back, looking pale.

“I really think I need to go to the hospital, guys,” he said weakly, brave smile on his face.

You laughed at that, nodding in agreement.  “Yeah, I think you do. Steve, can you carry him upstairs? I’ll go get some things and get Baby warmed up!” you said, placing matching kisses on their foreheads before you hopped up and ran up the stairs.

“Wait, no! Not anyone can drive-” you were already up the stairs and out of hearing range. “... -Baby,” he finished annoyedly, frown creasing his brow.

“It’ll be alright, Buck,” Steve said, chuckling lightly as he scooped him up in his arms. “I get the feeling everything will be alright as long as she’s around,” he said, grinning down at his best friend as they made their way slowly up the stairs.

Bucky was a little annoyed at being carried like a princess, but let it slide, seeing as he didn’t have the energy or will to tell Steve off. Instead, he smiled back as Steve exited the house. You were waiting on the hood of the car, an emergency pack slung over your shoulder. Baby’s engine purred beneath you as the sun crested the horizon.

Steve and Bucky thought it was the most beautiful sight they’d ever seen.

The smile that lit up his face was one that you and Steve would remember for the rest of your lives. “I think you’re right, Stevie.”

“C’mon, boys! We got a date with destiny!” you called to them excitedly as you hopped in the driver’s seat. They laughed and joined you a moment later and you knew, then and there, that your life would never be the same again. But... if you were with these two, you didn’t much care.

The End

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[youngavengersfeels]

Honestly, I Just Came Out To Have A Good Time

Pairing: Stucky

Word Count: 2408

Summary: The first time Steve met Bucky, Bucky was jumping into a pond only a smidge less polluted than the from The Simpsons, butt naked. Things could really only go up from there.

Steve made a point of going to the park at least once a week to draw. Even though he did plenty of art as a freelance artist, he found less and less time to focus on his own art as opposed to just meeting deadlines. Even though he was normally exhausted and didn't really have the motivation Steve still dragged himself to the park once a week to sketch, it didn't have to be good, he just had to do it.

His preferred spot was a little secluded but still had enough foot traffic to stay interesting. Although considering it was already 9pm and the beginning of winter, Steve had the park to himself. The bench he claimed as his own faced the little man made pond which looked so incredible polluted Steve felt gross just looking at it. Still, Steve’s little bench was a great place to sit down and sketch, or in what was more likely to happen, stare off into space with a blanket page in his lap.

A man came running down the path completely breaking Steve’s concentration. It wasn't until the man was already leaping into the pond that Steve realized the guy was straight up naked and Steve got a pretty good view before the guy hit the water. It was late-October so the water was probably bitterly cold. Steve watched the pond and when the guy didn't resurface Steve started to panic. He was already pulling his hoodie off, ready to leap in after the guy when a head emerged. Steve let out a breath of relief, he was really glad he didn't have to save the guy; freezing water really wasn't hai thing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve yelled jogging over to the pond’s edge. “You're gonna get arrested jumping in public lakes naked.”

The guy must not have seen Steve before violently skinny dipping because he let out the funniest squeak Steve had ever heard. The guy had been standing in the water but at Steve’s gaze he ducked back in the water apparently concerned about his modesty after all. Not that it spared Steve anything since he had already gotten an eyeful.

“Please don't call the police! My friends dared me to do it!” The guy said sounding so incredibly pitiful.

“You're friends dared you to jump in a freezing lake nude and you just did it?” Steve asked astonished. He wasn’t the best person to be telling someone off for doing stupid stuff on a dare, but this guy didn’t know it so Steve didn’t feel like too much of a hypocrite.

“The loser has to shave their head and I can't let the world be robbed of these luscious locks,” the guy said.

“Whatever you say dude, you should probably get out before you get hypothermia though,” Steve said. He wasn't really willing to spend his Friday night trying to coax a crazy person out of a pond but he also didn't want the guy to freeze to death. Darn his mother for instilled basic human decency in him at an early age.

“Um, I kind of left my clothes with my friends,” the guy said squirming. Steve rolled his eyes.

“It's a little late for the modesty I already saw the whole show and while I definitely don't want an encore performance but you really need to get out of the lake. You're probably absorbing so many toxins into your skin.” The guy still didn't budge. Steve sighed deeply. “You can take my jacket to cover up,” Steve said resigned to the fact some other guy’s junk was going to touch his clothes.

The guy finally got out of the lake though, so little victories. Steve pulled off his hoodie and handed it to the guy, averting his eyes. The guy wrapped the hoodie around his waist and clapped Steve on the back in what he assumed was gratefulness but Steve really wished he hadn't because now he had pond water on him which was disgusting.

“Let me just run to grab my clothes and I’ll give you back your hoodie,” the guy said. Steve couldn’t help looking down at his hoodie which was wrapped around the guy’s waist already soaked. There was no way Steve was going to be able to decontaminate that. Even if he could he wouldn’t be able to wear the damn thing without thinking of the guy in all his naked glory jumping into the lake. Steve said a silent goodbye to his fourth favorite hoodie.

“You know what keep it as a ‘congrats for not having to shave your head’ present,” Steve said ready to be done with this and hopefully never think of it again. The guy beamed at him.

“Thanks man,” the guy said before jogging off. Steve couldn’t help but admire the guy’s toned ass as he jogged away.

If Steve had his way he would purchase almost all his furniture from goodwill. He drew the line at buying a second hand mattress, there just wasn't a good way to clean a mattress both physically and spiritually. Peggy though had better taste than him so as a compromise Steve agreed to go to Ikea with her to pick out a few new items for his bare apartment.

It took all of ten minutes for Steve to lose Peggy. He had wondered a little bit away to laugh at some oddly named pieces of furniture and when he looked back, Peggy was gone. It felt like he was a little kid lost in the grocery store but Peggy wasn't just in the next isle over. Steve tried calling her but of course he didn't have service inside the store. It almost felt like the store was trying to separate the weak from the group to pick them off one by one. If Steve didn't find Peggy soon he would probably be absorbed by the store and get spit back out as an employee. Steve shuddered at the thought.

Steve kind of figured he might as well look around while he looked for Peggy, no sense wasting the opportunity so he let himself be distracted by things he found interesting. Even though he didn't really need a new entertainment center, and certainly not one that enormous, Steve still inspected the item, pulling the cabinets open to peer inside. He wasn't really looking inside the cabinets so he almost missed the man curled up inside the bottom right cabinet. Steve was already half way closing the cabinet door when it registered.

Yanking the cabinet open again the guy looked up at him, finger pressed to his lips as a sign to be quiet. Like hell Steve was going to listen to a clearly insane man living inside a model ikea entertainment center. There were worse places to live than IKEA; there were plenty of places to sleep and there was even a food court but still.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Shhh! They'll hear you!” The guys said shushing Steve who felt his hackles raise. Nothing was nothing like getting shushed to make a person want to beat the crap out of someone else.

“Don't you fucking shush me. You're the one hiding in a cabinet,” Steve hissed unsure of why he lowered his voice, he didn't have to go along was the idiot in the cabinet.

“I'm playing hide and seek with my friends and the loser has to buy dinner. I know better than to be stuck with the pizza bill when Clint’s around,” the guy sai like Steve would know what any of that meant.

“Are you really just stuck? There's no shame in admitting you got in over your head and need help,” Steve asked actually concerned for the man’s well being.

“Shh! This isn't even the worst thing you've seen me done so I'm not sure why you're acting so weird about it,” the guys said. Squinting Steve did think the guy looked familiar. All cramped up in the cabinet though, Steve couldn't get a good look at him. Then Steve realized it was the clothes throwing him off. This was the guy he saw skinny dipping in the park. What the fuck kind of games did this guy play with his friends?

“You really should consider doing something that isn't going to get you kicked out of places,” Steve said settling on amused.

“The threat of getting banned from Ikea makes the game all the more fun. You should play sometime,” the guy said.

“I don't need to intentionally hide from my friends in here,  the maze from hell that is IKEA does a pretty good job for me,” Steve said. The guy laughed at him which was actually a kind of nice sound. Steve couldn't get a great look at the guy since he was literally stuffed in a cabinet, but without the distraction of him being completely naked Steve was able to get a better look at him. The guy was actually really attractive, if not a little weird.  

“My name’s Bucky. I feel like since you’ve already seen me naked you should at least know my name,” Bucky said. Great, now when Steve recounted the latest strange encounter to his friends, he would have a name instead of just referring to Bucky as the unfairly hot streaker.

“Steve,” he said earning a smile from Bucky.

“Are you talking to the furniture now? I haven’t been gone that long, no need to integrate yourself into the environment,” Peggy said snapping Steve’s attention away from Bucky.

“No, just talking to…” Steve said looking down but Bucky was nowhere to be seen. How the fuck did he manage to get out of the cabinet so easily. Steve kind of really hoped he won hide and seek because damn that must take a lot of skill. “It’s nothing. Let’s just pick out a new coffee table and leave before anything starts sing about us being their guest,” Steve said.

The only good let about going to the mall was the people watching. The mall was a depressing space where time didn't exist, the only even hint of time passing was constant repetition of the Rainforest Cafe show every hour on the hour. Society barely prevailed as packs of middle schoolers roamed their territory taking out the weak and solo shoppers. Steve had almost been trampled by a group of anime weirdos heading for the manga section of Barnes and Nobles while he browsed the history section. Only the consumerist dream could survive in such a harsh habitat.

The fact that it was the holiday season and the same three pop Christmas carols played over and over again on the loudspeakers and Christmas cheer were shoved down everyone's throats only made it worse. Still there were some really good sales Steve wanted to hit up and the mall had the closest Lush to him and bath bombs were a must. He hadn't had time to eat before heading to the mall so even though Steve hated food court food he ended up at Panda Express. So he was sitting by himself munching contently in organs chicken when a guy plopped down into the chair facing him out of nowhere.

“Can I kiss you? the guys said. Steve jerked back at the sudden appearance a strange man right in front of him. He dropped the piece of chicken on his fork and he stared at the waste of food pitifully until what the person had asked him registered. His head jerked up a speech about boundaries already forming. Now that he was actually paying attention he realized it was only Bucky so he relaxed. It spoke a lot to how use to Bucky’s antics after only a couple of meetings that the question didn't even phase him.

“What?” Steve asked dumbly because while he wasn’t really surprised he was still a little concerned.

“We're doing a mall scavenger hunt and I have to kiss someone wearing khaki in the food court and I really would prefer it be someone under the age of 60,” Bucky said nonchalantly. Did Bucky and his friends ever just sit around and hang out or did they always have to have some weird challenge going on?

“Yes, taking a dig at my sense of fashion is a great way to get me to agree to kiss you,” Steve said rolling his eyes. “Also that is so specific and kind of invasive. What would you do if no one agreed?” Steve asked.

“I guess I would lose,” Bucky said with a shrug which suggested casualness but the tightness of his voice and everything Steve knew about the guy told Steve he cared very deeply about winning. Honestly at this point Steve was kind of just amused by the dedication.

“Alright,” Steve said.

“Wait really?” Bucky said eyes lighting up.

“I can't really let you lose, that would be bad for my karma,” Steve said with a smile. If he was being completely honest he wouldn't really mind kissing Bucky anyway.

Bucky has his phone out ready to take the picture and as Steve squeezed close to Bucky to fit in the frame he felt incredibly self conscious. They looked like a couple.

Steve’s palms got sweaty as Bucky leaned in. Even though Steve had agreed to the kiss in he was inching so at the last second he veered off course and gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Bucky pulled away laughing after snapping the picture.

“I guess that technically counts but I feel a little cheated,” Bucky said while sending the picture to his friends. Steve felt a little nervous at the fact that people were going to be judging the photo.

“Well you'll just have to earn a real one,” Steve said in a teasing tone to mask his total lack of chill because he kind of wish he had kissed Bucky for real.

“The mall has a laser tag arena. How about If I win you have to give me a kiss?” Bucky suggested.

“What is with you and stupid little bets?” Steve asked rolling his eyes but with a grin. “And if I win?”

“I'll buy you dinner,” Bucky said extending his hand to shake on it, which Steve accepting the terms. This was definitely the weirdest way Steve ever got a date but at this point he wouldn't expect anything less.

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Playboy, hero…Alpha – Part 1 - Misogynous asshole

Summary: Following your misogynous boss into the Avengers towers for a meeting you meet the cocky and glamorous Tony Stark. Getting to know him better you find your true mate behind the facade.

Pairing: Alpha!Tony x Omega!Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Vision

Warnings: angst, misogynous boss, arguments, violence, protective Tony, true mates, ABO Dynamics, scenting, age gap, shy reader, Miniseries

Playboy, hero…Alpha Masterlist

You hate your boss with every fiber of your being. He’s the personification of a misogynous Alpha asshole but you got no other choice – you need this job.

You lost your last job as an Alpha tried to touch you and well his mate came into the room. Instead of helping, or to tell your boss the truth she was on her mates’ side. Telling everyone you were trying to seduce a mated Alpha. No need to tell anyone you couldn’t work there anymore.

All Alpha’s thought you are fair game, so you went straight to your boss to tell him about the incident, but of course, he believed his fellow Alpha co-worker. This is the reason you can’t lose the job you have.

“Do you have the papers?” He barks.

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper following him into the Stark tower.

That’s exactly what you need today. Another smug, cocky Alpha ordering you around. Stark is known for his attitude and lack of control around women, Omega’s in specific.

“You better not embarrass me in front of Stark and his kindergarten.”

“I did not intend on embarrassing you, Sir.” You whisper. Not looking where you are going you bump into a firm chest.

“Sorry, Miss. I didn’t look where I was going.” A dark-haired man with sunglasses and base-cap stammers.

“I bet it was her fault! She’s stupid and useless. I knew it was a mistake to hire an unclaimed Omega!” Your boss yells and you flinch.

A low whine leaves your lips and the man running into you gently rubs your arm.

“It was my fault for sure, Sir. I ran into her. No need to yell at your assistant or to get rude. Didn’t you learn some manners?”

“Who are you to ask me something like this?” Your boss yells even louder. His hand grabs your wrist to drag you toward the elevators.

The man you running into you can hear you wincing in pain and his jaw tightens and his hands are balled into fists, but before he can go after you and your boss the doors of the elevator are closing.

“Asshole,” Tony mutters running upstairs.

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“Sit over there and look useful. You better shut your mouth, or you will lose your job.” Your boss barks and Natasha glares at him. She can see the fear and embarrassment all over your face.

“Dude. That’s not the way to talk to a lady.” Bucky mutters.

“Who asked you for your opinion? I could knot and claim her right here and you couldn’t do anything against it.”

“What? There is a law to make sure this is not allowed.” Wanda says.

“An Omega among the Avengers? No wonder you almost lost against Ultron.” Your boss chuckles and you can see the anger all over Wanda’s face, but Vision gently places one hand onto her shoulder.

“Not…yet.” He whispers.

“Where is Stark? I don’t have time to wait for him to finally arrive.”

“I’m already here,” Tony says entering the room with the sunglasses and cap in his hands.

The moment your boss realizes he barked at Tony he turns pale, but only for a moment. His anger is rising, and he glares at you.

“This is your fault, useless bitch. Jumping off his chair he grabs your arm to squeeze the tender flesh tightly. The pain is overwhelming, and you start whimpering, tears stream down your face, but he doesn’t seem to care. “You will pay for embarrassing me. I hope you can use your mouth for something else than whining.” He warns and Tony storms toward him.

Changing his posture, he puffs his chest. One hand grabs the one holding your arm to drag it away.

“Hands off her - she’s not a toy. Wanda, Nat can you bring this young lady to a restroom and offer her something to drink? I think Mr. Louis and I will have a private conversation.” Tony says and Wanda slings an arm around your shoulders. Your eyes meet Tony’s and you can see the anger inside of his brown orbs.

“She’s not worth your time. Leave her to me.” Mr. Louis says and Tony clenches his jaw.

“I decide if I want to waste my time!” Tony yells and you flinch. “Sorry, Sweetheart. Wanda, Nat…take care of…uh…”

“Y/N…” You whisper.

“Nice name, Y/N. I’ll keep it in mind.” Tony says softly and you nod.

“Now back to business.”

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When Natasha walks you back toward the conference room she can hear someone groan and then the sound of a fist meeting a jaw.

“Tony…what the fuck?” Nat gasps seeing Tony towering over your boss. Your knees go weak as you will lose your job now for sure.

“I think Mr. Louis wants to leave the tower.” Tony shrugs.

“Bitch, you better move your ass toward my car.” Your boss barks but Tony shakes his head.

“She won’t go with you. Y/N will stay here and we will talk about my job offer. Now leave the room before I mop the floor with you, misogynous asshole.”

“You will regret choosing a worthless Omega over me.”

“I don’t think so. I just found my true mate and I will not let her slip through my fingers.” Tony snarls and your eyes widen.

“True mate?” You gasp.

“Can’t you feel it too? The connection and the scent – you must smell it too. The moment you bumped into me I wanted nothing more than keep you safe. Nat bring her to my penthouse. I think I need to talk to Y/N.”

“You sure? She looks pretty disturbed by now.”

“True mate? Awesome…everyone will know soon enough that you find your true mate. She will have a target at her back.” Your boss chuckles passing you and Natasha. “You will be dead soon…” He adds.

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“So…do you have a family or a boyfriend?” Tony asks and you shake your head.

“My last boyfriend left me for a Beta. He was Beta too…” You whisper not daring to look into his eyes.

“You’re shy…huh?”

“Hmmm…only close to Alphas. I don’t have good experiences with Alphas. I got fired as I told my boss one of the senior assistants tried to…force me.”

“Shit, doll. I’m sorry. Your boss is an asshole for sure and that guy…well, he should rot in hell. Not all Alphas are like that. Nat is an Alpha. Did she hurt you?”

“No…she was nice, just like Wanda and the other man. Bucky?”

“You see we are a bunch of Alpha’s in this tower but we are friendly and would never force an Omega. How about you work for me from now on? You could live here too.”

“Live here?”

“Or do you like your apartment?” Tony asks and he can see the shame on your face.

“I…it’s not really an apartment. More like one room and a toilette.”

“I can assure you our rooms are much more pleasant. As much as I hate to admit it, but your boss is right. I doomed you by telling anyone you are my true mate. You need to stay here, stay close to me.” Tony says sitting closer to you to sniff at your hair.

“I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t do one-night stands with random Alpha’s.”

“Damn, girl. I don’t want to touch you…I mean at least not right now. I only want to keep you safe and offer you a better job. How about you move in and take the job? We can talk about the other stuff another day…or week…or month.” Tony says and you’ve got the feeling his voice is trembling.

Finally, you look up at him you can see the concern all over his face. Tense he waits for your response.

“I guess I already lost my old job and I won’t find a new one fast enough to pay my rent.”

“Then it’s settled,” Tony says clapping his hands. “Steve and Sam are already on their way back with your belongings. don’t worry the girls packed your clothes, underwear, and stuff.”

“You already packed my stuff? When…I mean…”

“After I bumped into you I scented you and knew you are mine. You belong to me. I called Steve on my way to the conference room to tell him to get your stuff.”

“You didn’t even know my name!”

“I lied…Jarvis had your name in five seconds, doll. How about I show you your new home? You should have a break, after all that happened today.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“I’m a selfish bastard. You are my true mate and I want you to be close by.”

“Selfish…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to me and the gang.” Tony chuckles and the cockiness is back.

Giving you his brightest smile he offers his hand to lead you toward your new room, your new life…

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