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flordeamatista · 1 year
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A lil Librarian!Steve for you 🤭
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Knowledge Man
pairing: librarian!steve rogers x fem!reader
concept: With him, your words are becoming novels.
word count: 600
warnings: tiny plot in library with just smut, semi-public sex, oral and fingering (r receiving),nicknames ─ Dove,
a/n: you knew @lookiamtrying exactly where my mind will go for this daydream
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A page has ink, the ink has words, and words create stories. Stories make books, and books make libraries, and libraries have Steve Rogers.
You moan as you grab your fingers over the tall shelves, the fingernails sliding across the bright spines of the books. The shelves are illuminated by a shaft of sunlight that has found its way through the partially drawn drapes. Even though there are a lot of unfamiliar words on unfamiliar pages, the library remains a useful place.
"Quiet, now, Dove" he playfully warned. “This is a library.”
What you are looking for is not a book, it is a chapter featuring librarian Steve Rogers. 
You would like the blue knowledge man to discover every part of your body.
Steve got down on his knees and buries his face in the space between your legs. For what feels like an age, your body remains perfectly still and attentive as Steve's tongue glides slowly up your slit, feeling every tingling and pulse along the way. 
The words flows at a steady pace, you felt yourself tensing up, from your toes to your thighs to your pussy, enjoying the thrill of the trip alongside him.
Steve has notice that your breathing is uneven, shallow, and rapid. While you were trying to remain calm and collects, your body language betraying your intentions. 
He is going to run and tease.
Going to take the words out of your body but quietly because he doesn’t want the others to hear.
Steve raises his hand and traces the line his tongue had travels a few seconds ago in gentle circles. He speds up and begins adding kisses and soft bites to your inner thighs to the already severe sensation. His attention is drawn to the relaxes  yet tense expression on your face, which consists of closed eyelids, an open mouth, and an arch back.
"Sweet Dove. Open your eyes. I want you to look at me. I will teach you the definition of me"
You glances down while still panting, mouth open. 
Then, as his blue eyes meets your own, he speaks softly again, running his thumb back and forth across your clit.
There was no doubt those were the same fingertips he uses to turn pages of books and daydreams of novels. 
Now he is discovering the inside and outside of your body. 
You are his novel.
“Shhh- Shh- I'll look after you and transport you to places you've never dreamed of. But you must remain quiet. I'll quit if you don't?" you nodded 
It was my body that lay between the pages of Steve's book.
He slams you up against the bookcase. Steve was unconcerned about the book that had fallen alongside you. 
He opens his mouth and thrust your pussy in with a little more effort than usual, erupting as an electric jolt and releasing as a low, amaze moan. 
You look up, one hand clutching at the bookcase behind you and the other trying to bury itself in Steve's hair.
 The heat of his lips on your pussy's gasping for breath. 
The breath for you. 
With him, your words are becoming novels.
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bonkywobble · 1 year
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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3
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Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers
Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Word count: 611
Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.
Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.
A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.
Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist
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It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.
It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.
He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.
His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”
There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.
You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.
Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”
You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.
When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.
Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.
You hate how you hate it less and less. 
Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."
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fsbc-librarian · 8 months
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Guess who just updated the Legendary Category?! New fics!!
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Legendary is located here!
I’ve simplified how I list the fics (older fics have not been changed) so it will be quicker and easier to add to each category moving forwards.
I’ve also changed the Legendary criteria a touch (if only so Infinite Coffee actually qualified because it was heartbreaking that it did not).
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ozwriterchick · 7 months
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Something to read...
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Summary: You are new to the area. With your stuff in transit, you stumble on a local library that feeds your love.. of reading..
Characters: Librarian!Bucky; OFC!Reader; mentions of Librarian!Steve
No warnings
Word count: 915
A/N: So this popped into my head when I was relaxing reading one day. I wanted to make a one shot - let's be honest, that's what I am always striving to do and I usually fail.
This one could be a one-shot - unless you want more. If so, let me know and we might get some drabbles or imagines. Anyway, enjoy, don't forget to like, reblog and comment.
I appreciate each and every one of you.
Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.
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You had just moved to the area, arriving a few days ago.  All of your belongings were still in a moving van, probably only about halfway across the country at this stage.  You should have planned this better you thought to yourself, maybe having your stuff collected a few days ahead of you leaving your old place.  
There would still have been the need to stay a few days in a hotel and really, it seemed more logical to do that in your new hometown and spend the time exploring the area without the hassle of also trying to unpack.  You spent the first 2 days here in the hotel just recovering from the trip.
California to New York was a ridiculous move, but you’d been offered the job of a lifetime, working as a PA to Tony Stark, the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist of Stark Enterprises.  The pay was phenomenal, the hours and perks amazing.  You’d certainly never be able to afford to live in New York without the pay he had offered.  Not even in Queens or Brooklyn, where you would be renting an apartment for the first few months at least.  If you liked the job and the area, you’d decided that you’d see if you could afford to buy something, to put down roots.
It had been years since you had any contact with your family, and you didn’t have many close friends either, simply deciding that the less people you had close to you, the less chance of being hurt.  There had been far too much hurt in your lifetime for you to endure any more..
You thought today would be a good opportunity to venture into Manhattan and suss out where the Stark building was, but as you strode through the tree-lined streets heading for the subway station, you noticed a sign for the local library.  Knowing your stuff was still a few days away and you were wanting some reading material, you decided to check it out and maybe go into Manhattan afterwards.  Feeling unsure whether this library was close enough to your new place to join and whether you’d be able to check out any books without joining.
Walking up to the front door, it looks fairly non-descript.  Just a normal brick building with a few windows, you weren’t expecting anything fantastic inside.  The sign out front said Brooklyn Public Library.  Inside it wasn’t huge, but it was bright and airy, had a few tables in the middle and shelves of books around the outer area.  You also noticed a few comfy looking chairs and you thought if they didn’t let you check any books out, you’d be able to spend a few hours in one of them reading the books you chose.
The front desk was unattended but you saw a bell so you rang that and waited for someone to come so you could ask a few questions. After about a minute you heard a deep Brooklyn accent behind you.  
“Mornin’ sorry to keep you waiting.  How can I help you?” The voice asked.
Turning around you saw the most intense blue eyes you’d ever seen.  Words failed you as you felt like you were swimming in the ocean blue eyes that were looking at you.  “Oh, Um, hi” you stuttered, feeling more like a teenager and wondering if your cheeks were as red as they felt.
“Are you ok sugar? Can I help you with something?  My names Bucky, I’m the head librarian here.”
“Oh, yeah.  Sorry” you say, shaking your head to clear your mind.  “I’m new to the area and all my books are still on their way and I wondered if I could borrow a couple of books?  But I’m not sure if I live close enough to join this library”
“No problem sweetheart, where are you living?”
“Well, I haven’t actually moved in yet but I’ll be living down near Coney Island, kind of Gravesend/Bath Beach area? That’s if my stuff ever gets here.”
He laughed and you wondered what you could do to make that sound come out of his mouth more. “Well, lucky for you, that’s still in the Brooklyn area.  So all you need to do is join one of the libraries, and you have access to all of them.  So if you can’t get back here, you can go to the Gravesend branch, which shouldn’t be too far from your new place but the sounds of it.”
“Ok then, what do I need to do” you smiled at him.
You spent the next half hour chatting to Bucky and filling out the paperwork to join the library.  He handed you your new library card and offered to show you where everything was.  
“Oh I’m sure you have more important things to do, I’m happy just to browse.”
“Well, some things are more important, but if you’re sure I do have a kids session to host shortly.  Just give us a wave or a yell if you need any help.  Alternatively the other librarian, Steve, is around here somewhere.  He’s a blond meatball so he should be pretty easy to spot.”
“Thanks for your help Bucky, I’ll be sure to let you or meatball know if I need any assistance.”
Walking away, towards the shelves of books, you couldn’t help but hope that you could get back to this library branch in the future. 
Little did you know, someone else was hoping the exact same thing.
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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What next, lovelies? 🥰
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birdwithpen · 11 months
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Archive
Eddie Brock/Venom
Sides of the Same Coin
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chaneajoyyy · 2 years
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Hi! Do you know who wrote the Steve x baker!reader stories?
STEVE X BAKER!READER FICS
fresh out (baker!steve), "what does baker!steve look like"- @angrythingstarlight
sugar and spice- @fangirlovestuff
cute as a fuckin' button series- @kinanabinks
piece of cake (baker!steve)- @navybrat817
strawberry kisses and candy wine series- @deliciousangelfestival
sweet success series (baker!steve x baker!reader) - @jewels2876
roll me, like your flour dough (baker!steve)- @jadegrey711
***THIS IS WHAT I HAVE. PLEASE HIT MY LINE IF YOU HAVE SOME OR KNOWS SOMEONE WITH THESE FICS***
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Yep librarian Bucky and Tattoo Artist Steve
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darthbloodorange · 2 years
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Professor Stark asks one of the Librarians to help him find a resource he was looking for. 
They didn't find what he was looking for... but the Librarian, Steve, showed him something else that made up for it.
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For the: ✦ @stevetonygames - Fuck|Marry|Kill; prompt “Found” [O4] (Team: Fuck 🍆)
Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Hidden within the Archives Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel 616 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Nudity Major Tags: Modern AU, No Powers AU, Professors AU, Library AU, Professor Tony Stark, Librarian Steve Rogers, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Professor Stark asks one of the Librarians to help him find a resource he was looking for. 
They didn't find what he was looking for... but the Librarian, Steve, showed him something else that made up for it.
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Mafia!Steve must think his little librarian is adorable after a couple glasses of wine.
Librarian!Reader is a huge fan of the mummy and Evie specifically. She's also more fiesty.
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Librarian!Reader
Warnings: Drunk reader,
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"How long has she been like this?" Steve asks, sweeping his thumb across his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on his very drunk, very passionate girl lecturing her newly appointed bodyguards about why they need to let her leave and—Steve leans in, brows furrowing as he listens to your slurred speech—the importance of libraries.
Nico shrugs, forcing his laughter back down before speaking. "Uh, since sometime around the third glass of the Chateau Cheval Blanc."
Nico goes still, glancing at his boss with rapt attention. Stifling a smile. Waiting for the words to sink in.
It doesn't take long.
Steve cants his head to the side and he slowly looks at his consigliere. "The what?"
The older man gestures at you. "She said that you said she could have whatever she wanted and—" he pushes that pesky laughter back down again when Steve's gaze narrows. "—she wanted the most expensive wine you had. I do recall, sir, that you did say to give her anything she asked for."
He wisely decides that Steve should find out about what you did to his bedroom, study, office and library on his own.
Steve turns back to you with a smirk. He knows you're trying to upset him but he's enjoying seeing you relaxed and unfiltered too much to care that you're spilling expensive wine on his priceless rug.
The heat from his gaze settles on the back of your neck, your head lifts and you see the cause of your ire smiling down at you in a sharp three-piece suit.
God you hate him and his stupid suit. It fits around his muscular, large body so perfectly.
Emphasizing every line of his impressive frame. You want to rip it off him with your teeth.
There's no reason for him to be that big, it doesn’t even make sense. You don’t get how someone’s arms and hands can become so massive and of course, he has a huge dick. Of.Course.He.Does. He probably got the biceps from lugging his huge cock around all day. He could probably pick you up without even trying, fucking bastard
And his skin is pretty, you want to mark him up, you want to dig your hands into his back and claw your way down to his firm ass while he fucks—
It takes three long seconds to realize the room is silent. Pin drop silence. Suffocating silence.
Your words hang in the air.
Its an embarrassingly longer minute for you to realize what you did, what you said.
Heat courses across your face as you curse him and your drunken tongue. Mostly him though. This is his fault.
Steve leans against the railing and his brow raises. Before he can say anything to add to your growing discomfort, you defiantly raise your chin, straighten your dress and flip him off.
"For the record," you start, taking a wobbly step back. "I was not talking about you. I was talking about another Steve."
"Really?" He dryly intones, loosening his tie.
"Yes really," you say, mocking his tone. You drop the wine glass. Another step back, your arms out to keep your balance as you scrounge for the last of your dignity. "He uh, he works at the coffeeshop next door." You smile, proud of your quick thinking.
Steve saunters down the steps, unhurried. Unfazed. "Come here and tell me all about him then mo chroí."
You take a deep breath in, square your shoulder and meet his blue gaze. "You know what I—"
Steve huffs out a laugh when you take off down the hall.
Rolling up his sleeves, he follows you with languid sure steps. "Mo chroí, tell me all about this other Steve. I wanna hear your pretty lips lie to me while I think of all the things I'm going to do to your pretty little pussy once you admit that you want me."
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golden-barnes · 11 months
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Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear
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Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k} Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
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Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break. 
Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met. 
Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old. 
She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl. 
 Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat. 
Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee? 
Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.
“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.
“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed. 
What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve. 
“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend. 
“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff. 
“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.
“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again. 
Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda. 
(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations. 
More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.
One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career. 
Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes. 
But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different. 
“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand. 
“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya. 
“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug. 
“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly. 
“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion. 
“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke. 
“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat. 
“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment. 
Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books. 
“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air. 
“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him. 
“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him. 
“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.
“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly. 
“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles. 
“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.
“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.
“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment. 
“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.
“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way. 
“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed. 
“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself. 
“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings. 
“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears. 
“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.”  She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her. 
“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it. 
She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.
“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention. 
“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.
“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl. 
“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment. 
“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-” 
“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer. 
Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors. 
“I wish all dads were like you.  You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm. 
“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction. 
“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.
“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm. 
“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help. 
“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.
“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.
Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them. 
“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast. 
“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.
“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added. 
“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it. 
“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky. 
Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old? 
For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early. 
Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old. 
What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm. 
Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast. 
“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid. 
Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day. 
“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range. 
“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop. 
“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?
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January 2024 Stucky Fics
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The Things We Hide (Rated: E, Words: 109K) by ThePirateStorm / @fsbc-librarian
Summary: Bucky looked at Steve. Steve carefully did not look at Bucky. “You didn’t tell him?” Becca asked, pausing in the doorway. Steve shook his head. “He only just got here. Besides, I thought you would have told him over the phone,” Steve grumbled, now also carefully not looking at Becca. “He is also standing right the fuck here,” Bucky snapped. “In case you both forgot.” “Steve,” Bucky started, quietly, purposely not looking at either of them now. “Why is Becca your doctor?” Neither Steve nor Becca answered him. Bucky looked up. Becca was watching Steve, who was staring intently at a wrinkle in the sheet covering the bed he was sitting on. “Why is Becca your doctor right now?” He asked again, more forcefully, this time looking to his sister. “And why are we in the fucking family rooms?” ***** Steve’s a marathon runner. He’s still friends with his ex-alpha, his life revolves around training, work, and Bucky, his best friend. He’s also 6 months pregnant and he doesn’t know who the sire is. If he ignores his problems, they’ll go away, right?'
Wanna Be Your End Game (Rated: E, Words: 23K) by KirkApologist
Summary: "Brooklyn, baby!" Bucky types up an Instagram post. "It was so great to be home. Y’all were the best crowd I could’ve asked for on the last night of the US tour. I’m going to miss the hell out of all of you. Get ready, Italy! I’m coming for you next month. And @StevenGrantRogers - my DMs are open. Ball’s in your court - er, zone? 🏈" Before he can second-guess himself, Bucky attaches a few photos from the concert and hits post. Then promptly tosses his phone away as if burned by it. * The one where Bucky's a world-famous popstar, and Steve is the NFL player who sweeps him off his feet.
young hearts, out our minds (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by junko (orphan_account) / @ladydent
Summary: Bucky posts a selfie of the two of them in bed to his instagram. He hashtags it #goodmorningamerica. Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts retweet it to their twitter accounts.
a question of expertise (Rated: E, Words: 2K) by mwestbelle / @villainsexuale & Fancomic by piumpoetam / @pium-poetam
Summary: Steve has criteria for losing his virginity. Bucky knows somebody who meets them.
The Long Way: A Stucky Fancomic (Rated: T) by BeaArthurPendragon / @beaarthurpendragon & LittleWolf82
Summary: After Thanos is defeated, Steve doesn't stay in the past. This is the story of where he and Bucky go next. Seven pages. Posting complete.
A Trace of All That Was (Rated: M, Words: 36K) by leavinghope
Summary: Bucky Barnes has to deal with the pain of watching Steve Rogers leave and return as an old man. Sam Wilson has to learn how to become Captain America when he had not asked for the role. How could they both have been so wrong about Steve? How could the man they both thought they knew have let them down so completely?
Lost But Found (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by innerslumber / @innerslumber
Summary: Bucky shrugged Steve's hand off his shoulder and tried to get up but his legs wouldn’t co-operate. His whole body felt heavy with random bursts of pain shooting through his synapses. The interior lights were too bright and while the quinjet was quieter than almost anything except a Wakandan aircraft, it still emanated noises that his super soldier ears could pick up. It was all too much. Bucky curled his body toward the wall and tried to make himself as small as possible. “Bucky-” “No, Steve,” Bucky groaned, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t do this right now.”
Joker in the Pack (Rated: G, Words: 9K) by Ginny_Potter / @hipsterdiva
Summary: “Shut up,” Bucky mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning the back of his head against the bricks. “You’re jinxin’ it. C’m on, deal. I’ll know if you cheat.” “I never cheat,” Steve says, a smile already creeping up, anticipating Bucky’s reaction. Bucky snorts. “Like hell, you don’t.” Or, Steve and Bucky team cheating at cards, 1922 to 1945.
Barnes & Rogers and the Goddamn Truth (Rated: NR, Words: 18K)
Summary: There are three well-known facts at Shield High: 1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other. Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.
Crack My Back Like a Glowstick (Rated: T, Words: 1K) by moodymelanist / @moodymelanist
Summary: Actors Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes read thirst tweets to promote their latest film.
Everybody is Supposed to be Dead (Rated: M, Words: 22K) by pollutedstar
Summary: “…there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.” In 1944, Bucky Barnes falls off a train into the Alps, missing and presumed dead. Months later, Steve Rogers nosedives a plane into the arctic. In 2010, the Winter Soldier project is uncovered by S.H.E.I.L.D., and Bucky Barnes is found alive. Three years later, Steve Rogers’ frozen body is found in the ocean.
look what you do to me (making me love you) (Rated: E, Words: 13K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter & art by Reagy_Jay / @reagi-df
Summary: “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Steve says, though it doesn’t really sound like a question at all. There’s an underlying threat in his voice, something almost dangerous, almost animalistic, and a smile spreads on his face when he sees Bucky shudder again. “Yeah you do.” Steve takes a step towards him, and he’s still so far away, but Bucky finds it hard to breathe anyway. The air around him feels heavy, tense, and he doesn’t know what to do. “Shut up,” Bucky mumbles, but he doesn’t deny it. He can’t really, because Steve is right, he is, and Bucky hates it. ———— After a failed mission, Steve and Bucky find themselves in a safehouse, where tensions run high and a lot of things come to light. When everything is said and done, it’s unclear where they stand and where their relationship – both personal and professional – is headed, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. Bucky has only one thing on his mind: to find out what happened on their mission.
put you on something new (Rated: E, Words: 13K) by howdoyousleep / @howdoyousleep3 & the1918 / @the1918
Summary: “What? Y’never suck a dick before, Rogers?” Steve can’t even stop the hysterical bubble of overcompensated laughter that escapes out his open mouth. It’s loud and such an extreme reaction that Steve can’t take back, makes his cheeks heat right back up. He shuffles on his feet, bounces on the balls of them a few times, has another round of giggles as he chugs the rest of his beer. “N-nah, I...fuck, yeah no I haven’t really—” --- Steve's fraternity throws a kegger. The star of the football team shows up.
Birthday Wishes (Rated: E, Words: 6K) by Graendoll
Summary: Steve Rogers has made the same birthday wish for almost a decade. The wish has gotten more explicit since he and Bucky started living together.
No One Wants Your Opinion (Rated: E, Words: 5K) by thepinupchemist
Summary: Wherein Bucky loves to cuddle Steve Rogers, Steve comes out on national television for the sole purpose of spiting conservative politicians, Tony sees things he wishes he hadn't, and Pepper doesn't know why she even bothers.
WIP
Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 93K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary
Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.
twelve twenty-five (Rated: E, Current Words: 40K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter
Summary: “I have to say,” Winifred says, a mug of cocoa in her hands. “When you say you were bringing someone home, I thought you meant you were bringing a boyfriend. But I’m glad you brought Steve.” “Who says I’m not?” Bucky teases, laughing when Steve lets out an exasperated groan. “You two finally got your respective head out of your respective ass?” asks George, looking at Steve and Bucky intently. “No,” Steve says pointedly, “Bucky just thinks he’s so funny.” - Ever since they met, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before Steve and Bucky became a thing. Ten years later and it has yet to happen. But when Bucky invites Steve to spend the holidays with him and his family in upstate New York, things start to change.
Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 23K) by deadto27 / @deadto27
Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He’s getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve…well, it’s best he doesn’t think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he’s trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away. —– Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America. “You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now. “I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her. “Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series
dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother
neighbour  -  housewife reader
lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard
priest bucky  -  college
football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer
professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop
coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal
other AUs  -  taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova
Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange
Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 
Moon knight  -  Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler -  Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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fsbc-librarian · 9 months
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- Bucky time travel anon here Lol
Oh dear what have I done? I really dragged you down the stucky rabbit hole
I’ve been looking and looking and I can’t find anything that matches what you described 😓 here is some other time travel ones that certainly live up to their hype though for the meantime, but I promise I will keep looking
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to memory now I can't recall
Etharei
While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.
Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.
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Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square
Speranza
Natasha wanted to tell him the whole story of wartime London and the pub and seeing who Steve Rogers was before he lost everything, and meeting The Winter Soldier only to find out that he was just a young charmer named Bucky Barnes.
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To Live It Again Is Past All Endeavor
trinityofone
Time travel bodyswap! Present-day Steve and Bucky wake up back in their old bodies in 1938, while past Steve and Bucky wake in a future where they're both built like comic book heroes and Bucky's got what he thinks is a swell future robot arm. Adventures are had, and the ethics of time travel are debated. Also, everyone trash talks Willem de Kooning.
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I can’t remember how this started (but I can tell you exactly how it ends)
gwyneth rhys (gwyneth)
“And this is the thing, Steve. I would rather relive this day for eternity than watch them win and you die, or see you be enslaved to them the way I was.” (Groundhog Day)
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four dreams in a row where you were burned
voxofthevoid
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Steve Rogers.” Steve straightens, looks Bucky in the eye. Remembers all the times he’s said this, in a future that this world will never see. “I’m your friend.”
“Steve Rogers,” Bucky repeats, mouth twisting bitterly. “Captain America. The same Captain America who’s buried in ice, who fucking sacrificed his fool ass to stop the Red Skull, who crashed a motherfucking plane into goddamn ice nine days ago.”
“Twelve,” Steve corrects a little numbly, because that’s the easiest part he can address. “I went down on February 2nd. It took them a while to determine whether or not to let the public know. To weigh the demoralization my death will cause against the vengeful heroics my sacrifice will inspire. Clearly, they decided on the latter eventually, but I’ve been told it was pretty close.”
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When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves.
But time has a will of its own.
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Cross The Same River Twice
littlerhymes
In the fall of 1940, a stranger with Bucky's face saves Steve and Bucky's lives. The stranger claims he's from the future and that his only mission is to protect Steve Rogers.
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Title: The Charming Man
Author: @zenaidamacrouras1 (on AO3)
Artist: @late-to-the-party-81 (on AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: 65,000 ish (how am I supposed to know till it's done posting? it's not like I'm in charge of writing and posting this fic.)(oh wait I am)
Warning: Smutty m/m times, canon typical violence, angst in the middle with a happy ending, Sam Wilson's patience is tested
Relationships: Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes
Other Characters: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanov, Skye | Daisy Johnson
Summary:
Steve Rogers is quite happy with his pleasantly simple life working as a graphic designer, chatting with his best friend Sam who has the desk next to his, eating the same gluten free sandwich for lunch every day, and staring out his office window hoping to catch a glimpse of The Charming Man walking by. Unfortunately, life has a tendency to get complicated without our permission, particularly when Steve begins to suspect that a certain evil corporation is doing criminal things that decidedly grate on his nerves. Will Steve find himself over his head (which is precisely 5’5” inches off the ground)? I'll never tell. (Yes. The answer is yes.)
Written for the Shrinkyclinks Double Bang at @buckybarnesevents. Thanks for being the best mods ever and putting together such lovely events.
A million thanks to @late-to-the-party-81 for choosing my weird idea and making amazing art for it, and to my squad of betas including but not limited to: @burberrycanary @booksandabeer @late-to-the-party-81 and @fsbc-librarian
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Wildest Dreams: Part 4
It seemed like weeks since they had found you in the library and tried to trap you, the two massive alphas who had practically been dry-humping in the aisle that you were needing to get into, but in reality it was a little over a week.
You had exited one of your physiology classes only to be flagged down by one of the junior receptionists that worked directly for the dean. She had caught you before you could head to your second class, and had in not so many words, informed you that the dean needed to talk to you.
You’d thought that maybe there was a problem with your admittance papers, or there could have been a few issues with your classes since you’d been told they were reaching peak registration numbers. What you had been thinking was on an entirely different level and scope than what was waiting for you when you arrived at the dean’s office.
The first indication that the older alpha and dean were not alone, was the wavering and wandering scents of the two alphas who had cornered you in the library. The first integral notes that had infiltrated your nose were confusing at best, given that you had no reason to be here with them unless the head librarian had made a complaint about you from the week before. Still, it hadn’t eased you.
Still, as you had entered the office and had taken the seat to the far right of Bucky you were not unbound.
You were confused, you were anxious and you had been stuck between wanting to throw your book at Barnes’ big head and fleeing the room as the scent of alpha became overwhelming.
“Hey bean-“
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut Bucky off with a tense snap, your entire body and hindbrain firing off neurons that only added to your feeling of unsettled composure.
There were too many alphas in the office that wasn’t nearly big enough to give you ease or peace of mind. It was much too concentrated to focus on anything but the way Steve and Bucky’s scent had reacted in time with your own, and the dean was looking between you expectantly.
There was a moment of awkward silence that fell between the four of you, as you waited for the news of why you were here to come to light. You had no possible idea why you were called to the office or why the two meatheads were here with you, the junior secretary had revealed nothing, and with no given clue as to why you were called, you were becoming more agitated and put off the flurry of scents.
It was only after the dean of the university had leaned forward and rested his elbows upon the desk, tucking his hands under his chin, that he had addressed you with a clearing of his throat.
“Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes are in need of a tutor in order to continue playing with the football team, they need to maintain a GPA of 4.2 and they’re sitting at 3.9. You were recommended by a few professors here and because of your connection-“
You felt the heat, bubbling and boiling anger poignant under your flesh as you grit your teeth and sucked air in through your flaring nostrils. You had bounced your heels against the floor as you fidgeted while listening to the dean yammer on about the pride the university had in their football team, and the great importance that having two players like Barnes and Rogers on the team.
He had continued, applying pressure to you to give in without formally asking you, all while the sound of his voice and his grading scent was fuelling your internal engine that would eventually lead to an outburst. You were biding your time, you were positively stewing from the weight of this news.
And you couldn’t cognitively explain why.
“We need the help, omega bean.” Bucky had fixated his gaze upon you, watching you with widening eyes and a droop of his bottom lip into a pout that had simultaneously made you more irritated than before and empathetic to their cause.
“We can’t play if we don’t raise our GPA.” Steve had also allocated a pout, and his blue-green eyes had become wide and doll-like.
You knew they loved the game, you knew they were talented and incredible at the sport. You knew they had to be extremely talented to have made the team in the first place, but to then have the admiration of so many people in and out of the school? That kind of talent and skill was impressive and had stirred support that was as powerful as it was poignant. They loved it, and they needed you.
Still, you were annoyed.
Was it because of the insistence that you and the two alpha form a bond again? Was it the feeling that this was all contrived by your parents and the past you shared? Or were you so annoyed and triggered by their presence because you recognized the familiarity you shared when you were younger? Was it your stubbornness that wouldn’t let you get past this re-admittance into your life?
“-you’ll receive extra credit toward your degree for your hours put into tutoring Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes-“ The dean continued to speak even as you had shoved your chair back and stood with your bag resting on your hip, and Steve and Bucky looking your way.
“It would’ve been nice to be asked instead of coerced into it.” You slammed your hand upon the flap of your bag, feeling the weight of your physiology and biology textbook that you’d used no less than ten minutes ago while wondering if you could get away with bashing them over the head with it.
“Omega Bean-“
“I’ll help you, not because I like you.” You smacked Bucky’s hand away when he tried reaching for you, warmth and piercing irritation stirring your ire like hot coals. “You miss one study session and it’s over, I won’t let you waste my time.”
You were overwhelmed by the scents of alphas, you needed out and you needed to breathe in a more even mix. You had stepped outside and slammed the door behind you hard enough to rattle the doorknob and the windows in the office. You had stumbled forward while your legs shook, desperate to get rid of their heady mix and get outside into the fresh air, your feet carried you until you hit an invisible wall and found yourself unable to move any further.
“We didn’t do this on purpose.” Steve jogged after you, coming to a stop just as you had a few feet away, his scent coming unhinged and still as potent yet it made you feel less stifled and more invigorated.
You had slowly exhaled and pivoted partially toward him, your hands clenching and leaning in a slow rhythm, his eyes fixated on you while your eyes had bounced around his face and shoulders, unable to focus on one thing for too long.
“Bucky and I, we’re not….trying to manipulate you. I know what you’re thinking, both of us know-“ you turned and darted away from him again, taking the nearest exit with a fire under your ass.
You pushed open the fire door and let it slam behind you, the metal clicking into place only to be opened again a few moments later. The sound of the door opening for the second time had echoed in your head just as the sound of their footsteps on the concrete had called out to your hindbrain like some kind of siren song to take control of your body.
“Y/N, stop!” Bucky had spoke up, Bucky had given the alpha command that slid too easily into your hindbrain and was accepted far too easily by those primordial and basest urges.
“Can you just talk to us? We’ve barely been able to keep up a conversation with you.”
They encroached, they drew closer and you were enveloped by their scents like you had been in the office only there wasn’t such a tarnished concentration as before. This was easier than before, even if you hadn’t wanted to be in their presence at all, at least their scents weren’t aggravating.
“I don’t want to talk to you, have you ever thought of that? Have you taken a moment to think that maybe I don’t want anything to do with you?” You turned on your heel, quickly coming to face them head on while also leaning into the stubborn nature that was inflicting you with such strong resistance.
The truth was, that having them pursuing you, it made you feel weak. Having them actively trying to worm their way back into your good graces and into your life, in general, was more than you could handle right now. Steve and Bucky wanting to pick up whatever you had in daycare when you were five, it had felt like you were standing on the edge of a high board, ready to dive into the water but being too afraid to look over the edge.
You knew that eventually you would have to go over, eventually you would have to take the plunge but it was your fear and your anxieties that kept you from completely giving in.
“Come on, you know that’s not true-“ You screamed in frustration and slipped your bag off your shoulder, whacking Steve in the side with your physiology and biology textbook as you countered his claim.
“It is true! I don’t want to be around you! You and your annoying little posse of cheerleaders and constant fuck cycle!” you huffed and whacked him once more before you turned sharply and started stalking away, only to stop again and turn back to look at both of them.
“That’s what you’re so mad about? You think we slept around with the cheer squad? JellyBean, those girls are our friends-“ Bucky had begun laughing, a sweeping chortle making his shoulders shake while Steve had winced and waved at Bucky to shut up.
“And the other omegas? The other girls who like to comment on your stupid instagram page-“
“Steve and I only fuck each other. Occasionally we have a third but-“ Bucky groaned when Steve had smacked his chest with enough power to knock the wind out of him, but the damage was done.
You had groaned and huffed again, stomping your feet dramatically like you had when you were younger. They let you leave, they let you walk away while they watched you and the steam billow out from your ears as you huffed and puffed about the two alphas who were caught under your skin.
They waited a few minutes before they had begun trailing on after you, walking the same path you had until you turned a corner and headed straight into one of the coffee shops on campus. Bucky and Steve had watched and waited as you took a table near the back and dumped your bag onto the seat, sitting with another, silent to them, huff and a purse of your lips.
None of this was going like they wanted, none of this had played out like what was in their heads and given how excited they were for you to be back it had felt like a harsh blow. There had been a long stint between daycare years and university, with most of the time passing as you were across the country from Steve and Bucky while they had each other.
It was, in part, a necessary evil to save you three from being socially isolated in a formed pack, but while Steve and Bucky had each other you had no one.
“We have to talk about it eventually.” Steve had grabbed Bucky’s hand to yank him into the coffee shop, the bell above the door announcing their presence but you had sparsely lifted your head.
You had only glanced at them when they approached the table as a pair and remained quiet and solemn. You had leaned back against your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, giving the two of them a deeply seeded glare that was akin to something cute and sweet trying to look deadly.
“We’re sorry,” Steve had cleared his throat and attempted an apology, settling one hand upon the back of the chair, “for…being stupid.”
“That’s a lifelong disease, Rogers. Being stupid.” You snipped and bared your teeth, your ire and anger as an omega was almost as deadly as theirs as alphas and you hadn’t needed to get physically violent. Again.
“Can we talk, please? explain ourselves?” Bucky started to slide the chair out from under the table, only to cease his actions when you whipped your head in his direction and let out a soft little growl of your own that had sparked little noughts of desire.
“We’ll buy you hot chocolate, and something to eat.” Steve attempted to smooth you over, with a bashful smile and a wave of his hand toward the counter. “You still like crushed candy cane and whipped cream, right?”
“My next class got cancelled.” You huffed and grit your teeth. “You have two and a half hours, and if I don’t want to listen-“
“You can leave anytime.” Bucky had quipped, adding the little bit as he took his seat across from you and then craned his neck back, grabbing Steve’s wrist to stop him from moving. “Grabbing me something, Stevie?”
“Are you going to pout if I don’t?” Steve grumbled, yanking his hand from Bucky’s wrist and rolling his eyes when he fell silent. “Why do I even bother asking?”
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The cacophonous scents that had irritated you earlier had now dissipated and was replaced with the aroma of brewed coffee and slightly burnt sugar, the blend of teas and additives to the tops of their seasonal drinks that you had focused on.
And then Steve and Bucky’s scents crept back up and overpowered it all, leaving you feeling as if you could have purred and revelled in its comfort since your heart, brain and hindbrain all seemed to be discordance with each other.
“We didn’t sleep around, I should clarified-“ Bucky’s voice was akin to honey, laced with the kind of sweetness that was natural for an alpha trying to connect with an omega.
“Your friend…Rhys-“
“Rhys! Yes!” Steve spoke with overexcitement, knocking his knee against the underside of the table, a sharp whine falling from his lips.
“Rhys, the cheerleader, she found me after you left. But then I saw all these other comments-“ you sighed, your eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not friends, we haven’t been friends-“
“Steve and I have only been with each other, and occasionally we’ll sleep with an omega when our ruts are really bad.”
Bucky reached out and rest his hand upon yours, only connected for a moment before you yanked your hand back. “Sorry. Sorry…”
“She said you’re like their brothers, and that most of them are in relationships.” You steeled your gaze toward Bucky, yanking yourself and your coffee back to create more distance. “But you still have all those girls hanging off of you, your little fan club-“
“Omega Bean, we waited for you. We would never-“
“Yeah? Did you?” You snapped again, bearing your teeth with bite and ire. “You had each other. I had no one. You at least got to grow up together while I was ripped away and moved across the country.”
“You know what our parents said-“ Steve had reached for you again, his fingers grazing your forearm. “I’m sorry we had to leave, but you’re here and we can start off-“
“No,” you cut him off, confused by your feelings and the screeching of your hindbrain to just give in, “no we are not diving back in. Not where we left off. Absolutely not.”
“Friends then?” Bucky stole your attention, smiling charmingly and beautifully. “No courting, no dates. Just…friends? And a tutor..?”
“I’m so pissed at you, I could throttle both of you.” You growled, still as intimidating as a little bunny, but if it made you feel better they would’ve heard it all day.
“You got Steve already.” Bucky grinned, boyishly chortling under his breath. “I don’t remember you being so strong.”
“Bucky-“
“Yeah? You’re next Barnes.” You grabbed your bag and lifted it over your shoulder, letting it fall against your hip. You stood and grabbed your coffee and your untouched pastry, clinging to both as you stood but hadn’t left.
“Friends?” Bucky batted his eyelashes at you, pouting and pleading in a very un-alpha like manner.
“You really waited? You had no one else?” You questioned, your guard slipping for a moment.
“Of course we did.” Steve’s voice had grown softer, his eyes just as tender and sweet. “I can count on one hand-“
“We missed you.” Bucky grabbed your wrist, his thumb brushing against your veins as he scented you. “We missed you every day, omega bean.”
It brought you comfort and warmth, and you had to mentally berate yourself not to close your eyes and revel in it.
“Friends. Barely friends.” You jabbed your finger into Bucky’s chest, your eyes narrowing into a glare that was neither intimidating nor deadly. “And we start studying Thursday.”
“We have practice Thursday.” Steve spoke, sliding the calendar over to you. “Friday and Saturday’s are saved for games-“
“Fine. Wednesday then,” you spoke again, with a little more fierce, “I can only do Monday and Wednesday.”
“Since we’re friends…” Bucky slowly stood, trapping you between the next table and his chest. “Would you consider coming to our practices and games?”
“Our first game is this week. Start of the season-“
“-fine.” You stepped around Bucky and began walking toward the door, stopped once more by the sound of his voice.
“Would you consider friends with-“ you turned and looked over your shoulder, a laugh bubbling on your tongue as Steve slapped his hand over Bucky’s mouth to shut him up.
“Silence,” you laughed under your breath, “it’s a real good look on you, Barnes.”
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