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lungthief · 11 months

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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

#like you get why all the fics about those two are insane right. the narrative is just so goddamn compelling #and thats not even getting into the whole thing abt the serum curing steve of every ailment except his love for bucky #which makes him realize it was never an ailment to begin with (despite the commonly held beliefs about homosexuality in the 1940s)#and bucky being *electroshocked* again and again into forgetting steve #like howd you make your gay ass movie that gay and not realize it. its kinda impressive #sorry for the ridiculous stucky retrospective its 4am and i rewatched the winter soldier recently #its not that deep. its not its not its not . but if it was anything other than what it is it could have been. and thats the worst part #shut up riley #marvel #stucky

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rcbertleckie · 3 months

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bucky and buck calling each other by their real names

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stopstopstopit · 2 months

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MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) BAND OF BROTHERS (2001)

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musette22 · 1 year

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For the nonnie who asked: here are some of my all time favourite lengthy Stucky fics (30-200k, mostly multi chapter):

Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears

This, You Protect by owlet

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic

Lucky Seven by BetteNoire

Political Animals by @spacerenegades, Deisderium

Wishes and Words by wearing_tearing

A Company Man by @whtaft

Push It Real Good by spoffyumi

The Size of Perfection by @phoenike

Like Real People Do by 2bestfriends

Easy Work For Easy Pay by AustinB

Prince Charming by Brenda

What's in a Name? by levi_cas_tho, maichan

Critical Feline Mass by Kryptaria, zooeyscigar

Ipseity by SkyisGray

Circling Back by chaya

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar

The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

with all my skin and bone by unicornpoe

He's All That by @spacerenegades

Monoclonius by Zenaidamacrouras1

oh meet me, my darling, where the sun sets over the barley by charlesdk @trancowboy

Coming Home by charlesdk @trancowboy

The Settler by charlesdk @trancowboy

Waking Up Slow by odetteandodile

Family Placement by notlucy

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) by @voylitscope

then a small thing happened by BeaArthurPendragon

North Fork by BeaArthurPendragon

Itsy Bitsy Yoga by wearing_tearing

All Those Little Pieces by Ellessey

Bucky Barnes Gets His Groove Back & Other International Incidents @silentwalrus1

Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt

Coming Home For Christmas by Chiyume

Chase the Lightning From the Sky by SilverSlashes

These next ones I haven't had a chance to read yet, but I love these authors' other fics so I'm sure these are brilliant too!

lane lines by @sparkagrace

Till It Bleeds Daylight by @cable-knit-sweater

Backhoe by @zenaidamacrouras1

hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play) (WIP) by @buckyismybicycle

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) by @otp-holic

Till there were no more wolves in the West by @dharmasharks

better to speak or die (WIP) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place

Atoms by @andrea1717

I'm sure I'm forgetting some brilliant ones, so feel free to add to this! Also, please check out these authors' other works too, they're all brilliant <3

#in no particular order except for the first two lol #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #fic recs #I tried putting half of this under the cut but tumblr is being so difficult today for some reason #so sorry #long post

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bellathepoet · 9 months

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all a man needs is a little smirk and some blood on his face and im his

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stucky-headcanon-bot · 6 months

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#Remember Steve had poor eye sight and colour blindness #He didn't see some colours at all #Now he can see em all #His little artist heart is so happ #Not like Bucky can't see colures that well but why would he know the names for those #That's what artists are for #They can have exactly the colour they want in anything #Except don't take Steve clothes shopping because he will get banned from yet another shop #steve rogers #stevebucky #james barns #james buchanan barnes #stucky #steve bucky #chris evans #sebastian stan #white wolf

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alienoresimagines · 1 month

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Bucky: Bye Buck! Bye Curt! Bye Brady! Bye Bubbles! Bye Buck!

Curt: You said ‘bye Buck’ twice.

Bucky: I like Buck.

#Sadly for the others it also works the other way around #if buck has not had his cup of coffee in the morning he does not perceive the world #except for bucky #he can walk into a room full of people and will only say “morning bucky”#not because he's ignoring the others #but because he's always aware of bucky #he just hasn't clocked on that they were others in the room #later buck drinks his coffee and is finally awake #'oh morning everyone when did you arrive?'#buck x bucky #clegan #bucky egan #john egan #gale cleven #buck cleven #mota #masters of the air #mota incorrect quotes

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johnslittlespoon · 2 months

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can't stop thinking of the mental anguish bucky must've been in when he wasn't able to escape with buck during the march. once again, separated.

i was literally dreading that scene so hard from the moment we got the snippet of it in the teaser at the end of p8, especially bc it was devastating to think that the majority of the finale might've had the two of them separated; i was so nervous for how they'd play it out.

i think john had been mentally prepared to (and almost betting on) sacrifice himself if it meant gale would escape, what with the whole route of thinking that gale had someone to go home to and john didn't. as much as he would have preferred to escape with him, i'm sure, i think there was a part of him that was at peace with the outcome, or at least i think he would have been had it not been for the gunshots afterwards. i always wonder whether his stomach sank when he saw them aim, if he carried the heavy feeling that maybe one of those shots had taken gale's life, spending the next weeks not knowing whether gale was dead or alive.

and i wonder about it from gale's end; i'm sure he knew he was being shot at, but did he also spend that week on the run agonizing over whether john had been shot for his role in helping him and the others escape? did he see that white horse, reminded of john's stupid unicorn affinity, and think it was john coming to say goodbye one last time, or did he think it was john encouraging him to keep going so they could meet again? or did he think nothing of it and brush it off and focus on staying in survival mode?

either way, that time apart after not only having been separated once back in '43, but then spending every waking moment together for the next 18 months– it must have been so horribly jarring and lonely, even surrounded by so many other people. how awful it must have felt when gale got back to thorpe and had to shoulder the heavy guilt of knowing john should've been there with him, of having to go to the spots they used to go to together and feel something so important missing, all the while having to put on a brave smile for the others.

and how dull and numbing it must have been for john to go through the motions day after day until the liberation, not knowing whether or not the one thing that made escape worth it for him was even still alive. how hard he must have had to cling to the tiniest shred of hope in order to not lose his mind, or do anything stupid, just for the smallest chance to reunite with his buck again.

but a bigger part of me thinks (or hopes) that they would just know if something had happened to the other, the way soulmates do. that they would have this flame behind their ribcages burning bright the whole time because something in them was just so inexplicably certain that they'd find each other again; so sure about it that a world where they didn't grow old side by side was unfathomable. that neither of them were surprised when they reunited, and everything slid back into place exactly the way it was always meant to be.

#as always. buy in pairs do not separate /threat #mandatory duo no exceptions #buy one get one #in an ideal world they never had to be apart for that long again #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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mstrota · 24 days

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a thread on twitter mentioned that callum is also a director himself… imagine if that’s what bucky pursues post war. gets into film/theatre school, or maybe not necessarily as the student maybe just idk helping around film/theatre sets as it’s his first job out of military, able to purchase his first camera after a while, gets his own pic of gale secretly, keeps it in his wallet, carries it around like a lovesick fool everybody says he is, learns how to handle a film camera and had his first attempt at directing bc the director likes his personality so much he thinks bucky is a good director, surprisingly able to understand the mechanics of it, attempts to capture gale again but this time in MOTION so cue a lot of staring behind camera longingly and everybody on sets knew but it’s a different kind of knowing from their military friends before

#mota #buck x bucky #for plot convenience #gale is around the sets bc of his own studies so they’re even more closer than when they fly together #nearby campus/workplace that sort of thing #idk if this au is out there but i hope it takes off!!!#i want bucky to be all over gale gushing how photogenic he is how handsome how delectable #until gale just resigns himself to doing mundane things and let bucky capture him anytime he wants #bucky gets a ton of photos and films of gale and decides that he’s the ultimate muse #that museums/galleries actually gagging to have display #except bucky says no and gale is relieved he won’t be subjected to that sort of attention #astro delusions

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greenbergwrites · 4 months

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I just read your Bucky vampire fic, and oh my gosh, it is SO GOOD. I love Bucky being almost baffled that he's brought Steve to his lair, and Steve seducing Bucky simply by being himself, sweet and innocent and cock-hungry! If you ever decide to write more in that verse, I'd be very excited to read it-- maybe something from Steve's POV, or Bucky getting used to having Steve in his life/space? Or maybe even someone from Bucky's coven finding out that he brought a human home. I love your writing!

I knew I had another vamp!Bucky ask somewhere in the bowels of my inbox.

Anyways!

Part 2 as requested <3 You can find Part 1 here for a refresher.

Something was going on with James.

Natalia couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that clued her into this. There were no obvious red flags. It was the little things that she couldn’t quite put out other mind.

He had never been a particularly social vampire, but he’d always been around. Lurking in the shadows. Observing. Except no one in the coven had seen him in weeks.

He took her phone calls like always, and nothing seemed amiss during them. Something wasn’t quite right, though. Something wasn’t normal.

It was because of this, and only this, that Natalia slipped into her bloodmate’s lair uninvited. She’d been there before, of course, just as James had been in her own lair. She wasn’t supposed to enter without an invitation, though. No matter how close you were with the vampire in question, entering one’s lair without that invitation was punishable by death. Usually.

Just inside the door, Natalia froze.

Yes, something was most certainly going on with James.

The outer rooms of his lair were lit only by a roaring fire in the hearth. Clothes were strewn about the floor, some pieces intact and others torn beyond recognition or repair. The warm air was thick with the smell of sex and blood.

A slim twink of a young man was passed out on what Natalia knew to be a stylish yet ultimately uncomfortable couch–not that the twink seemed to mind. He was also entirely naked. His body was littered with the bruises of enthusiastic sex and the tell-tale marks of a vampire’s bite.

Many, many bites, by the look of it.

One on his exposed neck, another on his wrist, a line of scrapes along his belly, more bites on the inside of his thigh. There were so many marks, she’d wonder if the boy were drained of his life it weren’t for the steady rise and fall of his chest or the dull throb of his heart in her ears.

Natalia wasn’t naive. She hadn’t been naive even as a human. She knew exactly where she was and what she was looking at and what it meant. For the life of her, she couldn’t comprehend it, though.

There was a human, for pity’s sake.

Before she could make a fuss, James’ familiar voice said, softer than she’d ever heard it, “Don’t. You’ll wake him.”

She looked to the side, where James was coming from the shadows of the hallway with a blanket slung over his arm. He was half-naked, wearing only a pair of wrinkled, unbuttoned slacks slung low on his hips. His bare feet didn’t make a sound as he closed the distance between himself and the sleeping human.

With a gentleness she hadn’t known he possessed, James unfolded the blanket and covered his lover.

The human made an indecipherable noise, stirring until James laid a hand on his head. He leaned down and kissed the human’s temple, settling him with tender touches.

“Sleep, kitten,” he whispered, before bestowing another kiss.

The human rolled onto his side, grabbing James’ hand. A contented little sigh escaped him as he stilled. James watched it all with a disgustingly warm, indulgent expression. He was so soft, looking at the human. Soft in a way she’d never seen before. She hadn’t thought him capable of such softness.

James brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing the humans knuckles before gently laying them back down. He stood slowly, making sure the human was settled before he finally looked at her.

They had known each other for a long time. Lifetimes. The history they shared with sometimes bleak, sometimes dark, and much of it was covered in blood. Still, James had never looked at her the way he did now.

He was wary. Untrusting. Of her.

Without even asking, she knew that look wasn’t because she’d entered his lair uninvited. He wasn’t reacting to that at all.

No, the reason for that look was the sleeping human on the couch.

Natalia scowled.

The things they had endured together, the sins they’d committed, and it was this boy that came between them? This nobody human whose ancestors probably hadn’t even left their homeland when Natalia, James, and their bloodmate, Yelena–all of them centuries old at that point–had killed their maker?

James inclined his head toward the kitchen, bidding her to follow as he walked away. She stalked after him, the anger inside of her only building.

“What,” she hissed, barely containing the question until they were in the other room, “was that?”

She thrust an accusatory finger back toward the living room. Even she didn’t know if the question was about the human or the look he’d given her.

James did not immediately answer. He opened his fridge--that was full of food, now, real human food because there was one in his lair--and began to take out an assortment of fruits.

Putting them on the counter, he opened cabinets and drawers to pull out other things. A cutting board, a knife, a round serving plate divided into sections.

His goal was obvious and for reasons Natalia couldn’t explain, it infuriated her further.

“Did you seriously install a food bank in your lair?” She demanded incredulously, her voice rising despite herself.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been emotional. Of course James would be the one to make her this way. Not even Yelena–the youngest of them and a little sister in every way–could break her composure the way he could.

The air shifted. It was only after Natalia had caught the knife aimed at her head that she registered he’d thrown it. She met his angry gaze, more bewildered than anything else.

When was the last time they’d gone to blows?

“You will not speak of him that way,” James said, slowly and clearly, as he approached her.

He yanked back the knife. She thought about not letting him have it, about turning this into a true fight, but the thought was fleeting. Angry as she was, she didn’t want that. Neither of them did.

As he resumed his task, James added, “He is my mate.”

Some part of her had known that was coming--or something like it, at least--and yet it still blindsided her.

“James,” she said tightly. “Vampires do not mate.”

Not the ones that wanted to remain in polite society, at least. Not openly. Mates were given silly little names apprentices and traveling companions.

Mating was too entwined in the society of their brutish, canine cousins for any self-respecting vampire to ever claim it. If any dared, they were ostracized.

Again, James didn’t deign to answer her. Instead, he methodically began to cut up the fruits he’d set out into perfect bite-sized pieces. Each one was given its own divider on the plate.

He put such care into the making of it. How Natalia wanted to hit him for it.

“The coven won’t allow this,” she said finally, when the silence had gone on too long. “You know they won’t allow it, just as you know they will not allow you to stay if you persist.”

“I don’t care what the coven allows,” James answered. “If they deny my mate, then I will leave.”

Natalia stilled.

“We are their best soldiers,” she said softly. “They respect us. You would throw that away for an infatuation?”

James paused, turning a dark expression her way.

“There is no infatuation,” he said. His voice was just as soft as hers, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “He is my mate. We do not need the coven, Natalia. We have never needed the coven. The coven needs us, and I need him. I will have him. It is the coven’s decision whether our future together includes them.”

Natalia’s lips thinned.

Damnably, of course, he was correct. They didn’t need the coven; they never had.

Their maker had been a powerful, ancient vampire known only as the Skull. His sire–their grandsire–was rumored to have been the First.

Modern fledglings, they were at a disadvantage. Their blood was diluted from generations of siring. The ancients no longer sired as they once had. New vampires made new vampires and because of that, they were weak.

But not the three of them. Not Natalia or James or even Yelena, turned a full century after they’d been. No, their bloodline was short and immaculate. Even as fledglings, they’d held great power.

That power had only grown when their sire, the Skull, had perished. He had been so disappointed with his progeny and their lack of ambition for absolute power. He’d wanted to kill them and begin anew. Instead, the three of them had banded together and killed him.

Upon his death, his power had been transferred to them. Even divided thrice, it was enough to put them at the top of the food chain.

Alone, very few vampires could claim to be a match. But the three of them together? They had no equal.

Their current coven, they’d joined decades ago. They were feared, they were respected, but they were not trusted. Lesser vampires would always see them as a threat–would always assume that they wanted to kill those in charge, take over by force.

Despite those ongoing fears, the coven kept them close. They feared what James or Natalia or Yelena might do, but they still wanted the protection offered by such powerful beings, too.

No, they didn’t need the coven. But walking away would certainly cause problems.

“If you leave,” she pointed out, because she had to, “they might try to kill you.”

It was what lesser beings did. It was the way they thought. Either you were with them or against them, and nobody wanted an enemy so powerful.

James tilted his head in acknowledgement, a little smirk playing at his lips.

“Will you help them?” He asked. “Will Yelena?”

Natalia scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Perhaps, as fledglings, they might have. Old as they were now, there was no question. She trusted no one the way she trusted James and Yelena, and she knew the sentiment to be returned.

“Then I have no reason to fear.”

James dumped his knife in the sink and then picked up the plate he’d prepared. She stepped in front of him before he could leave the kitchen.

“Will you turn him, then?” She asked, because she had to know.

“If that is what he wants,” James said, “then I will do it happily. If not, my blood will keep him by my side. Now step aside and come meet my mate.”

The words hit her like a blow to the gut. He brushed by her, seemingly unaware of how his declaration had frozen her.

My blood will keep him by my side.

So. Not a passing infatuation, then. Not by a long shot. Nothing short of true love would separate a vampire from their blood.

Natalia rubbed her forehead. Vampires couldn’t get headaches, but she was sure one was coming on.

“Alright,” she muttered, mostly to herself. “Let’s meet your mate, then.”

She followed James into the living room.

#nani asks #greenberg replies #vampire bucky #my fics #i know next to nothing about yelena except the black widow movie and a few clips i've seen of hawkeye on tik tok #but somehow it felt like she belonged here #(PS. To the Nani that sent this message: you are wonderful and kind thank you for such nice words <3)

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sleepy-hyperfixations · 2 months

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chaos bringer curt convinces bucky (really wasn't that hard) to dress in a pin up style qnd have pictures taken, then proceeds to distribute those pictures out to random people on base

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky #curt chaos bringer biddick #everyone gets a photo except buck bcs ppl are afraid he'll commit murder to get every copy #and bcs causing buck pain is the highlight of curt's day

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frankierotwinkdeath · 8 months

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Am I just supposed to see a sad pathetic man with long dark hair and NOT become hopelessly enamored with him

#Loki #well I made this about Loki and Bucky but then I saw a beautiful photo of Otto waterparks so it’s about him too except he’s not pathetic #he just has long hair

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thelaurenshippen · 1 year

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we need more names for men in stories. as a tumblr user in certain fandoms the steve/stede, ed/eddie, buck/bucky of it all is really getting to be too much, you're always one typo away from being in a completely different universe

#have I made this post before?#perhaps #I am just copy pasting a tweet of mine from 9 months ago lol #bc cherokee and I were talking about this today in recording DD #and I brought this up and she waas like HOW is there not a tumblr post about this!!#and I was like I made one!#except then I remembered that I deffinitely tweeted it in the time when I used to tweet #so here it is #we need to talk about this #we need more names for men!!!!!!#unfortunately I love the name buck/bucky/buckley so I probably will name a character that at some point #but steve and eddie I think I can stay away from #I think...?#have I named a character either of those names?#they're solid names #but they belong to those guys you know?#we have reached capacity!!!!!!!#steve/eddie AND stede/ed AND eddie/buck AND steve/bucky #what are we DOING #lauren feels things

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bedlamsbard · 3 months

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Might I ask your opinions on Steve/Nat/Bucky as a throuple?

Not my thing because amongst other reasons I'm honestly just not that interested in Bucky -- I see the attraction and I know a lot of people who are very into him, but it's not a character type that does anything for me. I also feel like I've just been really overexposed to Bucky in fandom, both on his own and in various ship combinations, and am generally kind of burnt out on the character and ships thereof over the course of the last 13 years in and around MCU fandom. I don't have anything against the character on his own, I just basically see too much of him around. (As well as being here on the Tumblr/AO3 side of the fandom, I'm also in the pin-collecting and cosplay sides, and if you're anywhere around the Captain America and Black Widow segments of the fandom, there is just...a lot of Bucky. Which is understandable but kind of frustrating for me if I'm not there for that particular character.)

In general I also find that it's impossible to find any kind of BuckyNat (or combos thereof) that's MCU-based rather than comics-based, which means disregarding basically everything about Natasha's backstory and characterization from the MCU in order to transfer her comics backstory over to the MCU, which is a huge no-go for me these days. (This was a little more understandable back in 2012 when there just wasn't that much to go on, but it is 2024 now; in general I find most of the fic that stems from 2011-2016 to be near-unreadable for me these days which is actually incredibly frustrating, since until I started writing in it the MCU was my longest-running reading fandom even when I wasn't actually in the fandom. There are fics -- of various ships -- that I have been reading for ten plus years that I can't read anymore.) I realize I got seriously into the fandom after the Black Widow movie came out, but even before that you couldn't really transfer her comics backstory over to the MCU, with or without the Bucky relationship. I've also found, reading the ship on and off over the course of the past thirteen years (like I said, I've been here for a while), that very few authors are actually interested in the SteveNat of that particular threesome and it tends to slant towards being a combination of BuckyNat and SteveBucky rather than a true OT3. And I'm a SteveNat truther, so... *hands*

The short version of all that is that it doesn't do it for me, but I get why people like it.

#sorry that this is a bummer of an answer!#I think I was actually thinking about this the other day because I reread some combination of stevebuckynat fics #and was trying to figure out why I had such a negative reaction to them #my curse is that of the various steve-bucky-natasha-peggy ships I virulently hate all of them #except for stevebucky which I am neutral on these days but don't actually ship #and stevenat because I am a stevenat truther #every other combo in there I really dislike and unfortunately nearly all the combos are more common than stevenat #which everyone else characterizes differently than I do anyway #well probably not EVERYONE but I've never read a fic that hits the points about it that do it for me #and then I hit the point where I mostly had to give up reading in my writing fandom #skywalkerrisen #bedlam replies

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