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wittyminds · 7 days

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More Than A Feeling

This was just a random idea to distract me from revising for my exams. I'm slightly obsessed with him at the moment and just wanted to write some fluff that would make me even more sad than i already am. I know I also said that I would be doing a bucky barnes fic but... i got distracted and now can't commit to writing it. I'll probably write it eventually but i can't bring myself to do it right now.

I was also listening to More Than A Feeling by Boston when writing this so... it stuck.

Just a small fic of Steve Harrington and a bookworm reader girlfriend who is also Dustin's sister after their first time and the "chaos" that ensues.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Suggestive, Both Steve's and Reader's 'first time'

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Dustin couldn't understand how it all happened or exactly when you stopped disliking the King of Hawkins but he was convinced it would all end in heartbreak. He did like Steve Harrington after he protected them all from all the dangers they had faced over the years. But dating his sister was a different matter.

To say he is overprotective of you would be an understatement.

You had spent your entire life protecting him from bullies and assholes and now it was his turn to keep you from the possible heartbreak that was Steve Harrington.

So when he peaked through the door to your room and saw the two of you curled round each other fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel upset and scared for you. It clearly wasn't the first time Steve had snuck through the window without anyone but you knowing and the thought brought disgust to his gut. He had invited his friends round as your parents were away. He now regretted the idea and wished he had agreed when Mike suggested his house instead.

He wasn't being dramatic, he had every right to believe that you could end up like all the other girls.

Before he could wake you both up, though, his friends had pulled him back and disappeared back into his room to discuss what they had just seen.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn't be happier.

Your head rests on his chest, arms wrapped round his body. A sheet covers you and he brings his hand up and down your arm gently as he gazes at you asleep. He has been like this since he woke up to see you curled round him, hair a mess, no makeup on and breathing softly onto his bare chest.

What had happened the night before had surprised you both, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been ready from the second date with you but you had made it clear that you wanted to wait. He had thought he was ready when he dated Nancy but when the time came, he froze and ruined the moment.

But now, here you were snuggled up close with memories of the night before playing through your dreams as your boyfriend watches over you lovingly. He can't remember ever loving anyone as much as he loves you and all he wants is to tell you, and keep you by his side till the day he dies.

Just as his hand stops grazing your arm, you roll over off of him and wriggle onto your side, still facing him. Your lips pull up into a brief smile before dropping again. He shifts his body onto his side too and props his head onto his arms, watching as your eyebrows pull together and your eyes flutter open slowly.

A huge grin falls onto his lips as you look up groggily with a bashful smile.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice is still husky from sleep and a thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"Morning." You rub a hand over your eyes to try and wake up properly, to no avail.

"I was gonna make breakfast, if you're hungry." He lifts his head off his arm to give you a playful look that is sleepily returned.

He gets up from the bed and tries to track down his trousers and socks before perching on the edge of the bed to give you a soft kiss that lingers longer than usual.

His blushing face then leaves your eyesight and you roll onto your back with a disbelieving laugh, quickly covering your mouth to stifle it.

You were still questioning how the two of you were even together, total opposites from different sides of the school. The King and a bookworm.

You suppose, in a weird way, you could thank the horrors that you had both witnessed over the past two years for bringing you together. But you don't want to give the Upside-Down any credit for your happiness given it was a hell like no other.

You can still remember how much you had disliked him at first, the way he acted, the way he spoke to people, the way he made you feel about yourself. His "friends" had given you hell for years and when he had finally stood up to them and broken up with Nancy, you had seen the better version of Steve Harrington who laughed and smiled and actually cared without any fear of being judged.

As you lie on your back, you cans still feel the gentle press of his hands on your skin, hear the whispered words "Are you sure?". Still feel his face buried in the crook of your neck, hear the hushed laughter when he first appeared over you with a bashful "Hello."

It couldn't have been more perfect and you could smile forever in your new bliss.

You wrestle your way out of the warmth of the bedsheets, grabbing the closest article of clothing to you: his navy sweater from yesterday. The sleeves fall over your hands and you bunch it up in fists as you open the door and walk into the hallway.

Dustin's door is still closed and you creep past, so as not to wake him. He wouldn't quit poking fun at you or Steve if he saw you now so it was better to be safe than sorry to leave him sleeping in. It was the holidays anyway.

You're suddenly startled by the sound of pots and pans crashing against each other, followed by the sound of a terribly hidden string of curses as whoever spilled the contents of the cupboard tried (and failed) to catch them.

When you reach the kitchen door, you can see Steve busy at the stove, pots and pans sitting haphazardly on the counter and floor. Without a word, you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watch him attempt to work the stove. A smile plays on your lips and eventually, you clear your throat quietly to get his attention.

He whips round, only to notice that it's you.

"Morning... again." You murmur softly, still smiling.

God, it was like you slept with a hanger in your mouth or something.

"Morning," He turns away as his cheeks blush bashfully, and you can't help but feel warmth at the thought of making Steve Harrington blush. The thought nearly turns your legs to jelly and you walk over to the stove to keep them working.

You swat his hands away from the buttons with a laugh and stand in his place to turn the stove on, hearing his almost silent "Oh." as you show him how to work it.

His arms snake their way round your middle and his chin falls onto your shoulder, your face heating at the contact. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, then your neck, and you run your hands along his forearms.

"Steve." You feel him hug you tighter at his name and his hum of acknowledgement is disguised by another kiss, "Last night..."

You trail off and he laughs against your neck, moving away to turn you round. His nose scrunches as your hands move to the ends of his hair out of habit and he sways slightly.

"Yeah?" You can tell he's wanting you to talk more and you repress a sigh.

"I just wanted to say I..." You can't seem to finish the sentence as you gaze into his eyes, the whole scene perfectly homely. You didn't want to ruin it with a love confession that might be rejected.

He watches you with curious smirk and you open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off with a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hands move further into his hair and his pull you closer by the waist. More memories of meaningful kisses and the whispered confessions whilst pressed close together from last night resurface in your mind. The feeling of his hands, his lips, just his touch made your head spin and your forehead falls onto his, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh come on!"

Your brother's voice startles you both and you break apart, Steve keeping a hold of your waist.

Dustin stands in the doorway, his friends lingering in the hallway, awkwardly watching the scene playing out. You feel your face burn and turn to your boyfriend for help, but he seems entirely unfazed.

"A bit of privacy wouldn't kill you, Henderson." Steve grumbles, ignoring the disgust on Dustin's face.

"I live here." Dustin replies matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

"And..?" You can't help but hold back a laugh at your boyfriend's oblivion and he pulls a face at you which lets the laughter escape.

Dustin pulls a different kind of face, "Well, when you two are finished grossing everyone out, I'd like some pancakes."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him round. He begins to protest but gives up when you give him a sharp pinch on either side.

"Just go upstairs and do whatever it is you do together there," You give him your most serious look you can muster with a stomach full of butterflies.

"Fine," He stomps up the stairs, "But I'm serious about those pancakes!"

You watch his friends follow him up, quickly noticing the two girls and yell up a quick "Leave the door open!" before turning to return to the kitchen.

Max stops and gives you a look that makes you freeze and eye her curiously.

"Yes?" You ask quietly.

"I was just thinking that the sweater is real subtle." Her eyes move along the sweater and you shift uncomfortably under them.

"I-I don't know what you mean..."

She snorts out a laugh and runs up the stairs.

"Nice hickey, by the way!" She yells after her and you throw a shoe up the stairs that hits her legs.

"Teenagers." You mutter under your breath and turn back to the kitchen to see Steve leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his pretty lips.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Harrington?" Your voice is quiet and he closes the distance between the two of you in four long strides.

His thumb grazes your chin, pushing your face up to his before he kisses you again, a contented sigh escaping him. Once again, your hands find his messy hair and he grips the sweater with a little more power than before.

"God, I love you." His words are almost hidden against your lips but you freeze and pull away slightly, out of breath from both the kiss and his confession.

A blush creeps up his face and you can't help but smile before giving him another quick peck on his lips, relief filling you.

How can you have thought this man didn't love you enough to say it when he had blushed and grinned the entire morning. You love him to Jupiter and back a thousand times and realise, you had always really known he feels the same.

So, when the words leave your mouth and leave him a blushing mess, you can't help but know that this is your future.

You and him.

"I love you too."

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A/N

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sosa2imagines · 5 months

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I had my dance and now I'm where I belong.

Warning- Angst, cheating and hopeful fluff. ----------------------------------------------------- Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Completed -----------------------------------------------------

When they say love is blind it truly is blind cause all the red flags turn color blind. You had noticed changes in his behavior and you also noticed the little things he’d stop doing. Even when Bucky was in Wakanda you remained by his side like glue. Slowly he started to regain his memories and the old Bucky was back not completely though. So when he started to flirt with other girls or when someone random made a pass at him he never denied them you foolish thought he is acting his old 40s self just like Steve had told you once the evergreen womanizer so you ignored it till it was getting out of hand so one day you confronted him but he just said you are overreacting and it's cute to see you getting jealous and the confrontation would end up with a kiss followed by sex every single time when he did it again.

Thanos took a toll on all of you but thankfully everyone were back safe and sound. Tony took semi retirement and Clint too, Nat handle the tower Wanda was in and out cause Vision was in Wakanda and Steve you best friend and once upon a time crush was getting ready to return the stones. "Hey" you coo, "Hey" he beams at you "Ready?" Looking at the compass he looked at you with a sad smile "Yes as ever I will be" "Enjoy your dance Steve and know where you belong ok?" the true meaning behind your words were that you were begging him to have his dance with Peggy and to return back to you guys but that didn't happen as soon as Steve told Bucky not to do anything stupid and when he complained Steve is taking all the stupid with himself you knew he won't come back and just like that he was gone. You cried all night long and Bucky held on to you tight he was equally sad and cried along with you.

It had been fifteen days since Steve left and new recruits had joined Nat and you were training them Bucky helped in between but that didn't stop him from flirting with the girls Nat found it weird and you tried to cover it by saying he is missing Steve and everything is tough for him at the moment but Nat was not having none of it and banned Bucky from training the recruits. Soon he and Sam left on a mission in London and here begins the downfall of your relationship. "Sharon?" Bucky was shocked to see her "What are you doing here?" "Undercover Barnes shield sent me to help you guys" So just like that she was helping them and when they both got separated from Sam and their cover almost blew up Sharon thought it is a great idea to kiss Bucky and he kissed her back and one thing led to another for the time they were in London they had sex daily. When Sam found out he was furious but Bucky told him he would come clean to you but not in the way Sam had thought.

Once they were back Sharon accompanied them she told you all she was helping them in the mission. The day Bucky arrived he went straight to his old room instead of your shared one you decided to let him be it was not new for him to stay alone after a mission but for days Bucky avoided you your heart was paining the glob in your throat wanted to explode Nat was worried about you and Sharon was still living in the tower and now Bucky would only train with her and it killed you when he would talk with everyone except you day by day you were getting killed by the love of your life you would cry to sleep every night, Bucky would sleep far on his side of the bed he would only enter the room late in the night. You started to miss Steve terribly if he was here he would have helped you even kicked Bucky's ass. Weird sexual noises would come from Sharon's room but it was none of your concern except it was. Sam had enough he gave Bucky last warning to come clean and Bucky was ready as if he was tired hiding his 'relationship' with Sharon. It was like almost on purpose both of them decided to show you what was happening behind your back Bucky and Sharon were making out in your shared room you were standing there numb tears flowing freely you gave them few more minutes before opening your mouth "are you done?" Bucky sighed and got up he told Sharon to wait in her room on her way she smirked at you like she won some competition. "I’m sorry Y/n it's over I'm in love with Sharon, I have packed your bags please go back to your old room." You scoffed at him "Just her Buck? So what about those, who you flirt with?" Bucky was quiet he knew he deserve your venom. "I have loved you so deeply but James I can’t forgive you, maybe one day in the future, I have been stood by your side through every single thing that has happened to you and yet you betray me." "Can you give an hour please", he nodded and left the room. You open the packed bags just like you had thought he had packed the things he gifted you, you picked out every single of them and kept them on the bed. Once you were done it was time to face the music the time you were busy re packing since Sam and Wanda were out Bucky told Nat you two broke up hiding the real reason. So when Nat came and asked you what happened you went along with Bucky's lie but karma was in your favor Wanda and Sam had just arrived Sam called Bucky a liar Nat was confused that gave Wanda time to read your mind you begged them not to tell Tony the whole truth you were like sister to him and it took a lot of hard work and trust for Tony to forgive Bucky and you did not wanted to ruin what Steve had worked upon. "Where are you going Y/n?" Nat asks, Wanda was crying feeling your suffocating pain, Sam was saying sorry over and over for not telling you sooner but you forgave him, it's not his fault Bucky couldn't keep it in his pants. "I need some alone time Nat please I can't breathe here give me some time" "You call us everyday ok no call we will bring you back!" Wanda warned understanding your need to go away, you nodded hugging Wanda and Nat, Sam was furious "He should go not you" "No Sam please be nice to him for Steve" and with last look you left. Once the team knew about what had actually happened they gave Bucky hell for what he did to you. Bucky however was feeling very guilty for how things did go down he did love you at one point but that didn't stopped him and Sharon making things official just after a week you left. Things were awkward for him with the team.

Meanwhile in the past Steve did have his dance but he was not happy Peggy had moved on but that was not what was bothering him he was worried about you, he open his compass that had your photo truth is Peggy was his first love but you made home in his heart Peggy was only a memory he only loved you wanted a family with you but when he saw Bucky falling for you he took a step back the ever thinking about other's happiness he let Bucky take you away. Steve decided it was time to head back to his love but most importantly his best friend you.

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Broken - part 3

Summary: You find Bucky having a panic attack and do your best to help him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Panic attack. Innocent and broken Bucky. I'd also like to say I never actually had a panic attack but did my best to write the whole process with the research I did. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: I'll say it till the end of time: English isn't my first language and this is my first fanfic. I'm thinking of starting to write fanfics because I have so many different ideas and scenarios and I have NO idea where this one is going, so maybe let me know if you'd like to read more from me? Idk. If you find mistakes please feel free to point them out so I can correct them. I'd also love some feedback and constructive criticism Enjoy!

Masterlist

As soon as you left the medbay, you immediately went to the floor where the guest rooms are, determined to check up on Bucky.

You find them all empty, so you decide to check around the tower in all the communal spaces: Living room, kitchen, training rooms, ecc.

Nothing.

At this point you're starting to wonder if he left the tower altogether. "Jarvis?" you decide to ask the AI.

"Yes, Miss Y/LN?" he answer.

"Do you happen to know where Bucky is?"

"He's locked himself in his room." Jarvis promptly answers, leaving you a little confused.

"But I checked the guest rooms, they were all empty."

"Mr Barnes has been assigned a permanent room, like every other Avenger."

"Oh." you say, a little surprised but happy about it "Could you tell me where it is?"

"It's on the 48th floor, room next to yours and in front of Mr. Wilson’s."

"Thank you, J." you say, making your way to the elevator.

"You're welcome, Miss." he says.

It made sense he would get assigned that room. It's one of the last ones left free as the team keeps growing, and it also happens to be the floor where Steve lives along with you and Sam.

You get to your floor and are thankful to see that it's empty, not wanting to confront anybody else today.

You make your way through the corridor and stop at the first bedroom on the left, Bucky's new room.

You gently knock on the door but don't get any type of answer, so you knock a little louder.

Again, nothing.

"Bucky, it's Y/N." you can't hear anything. "

I just wanted to make sure you were okay? Jarvis, are you sure he's in there?" you ask after not hearing a sound.

"Positive, miss Y/LN." you consider what to do for a few seconds.

He obviously doesn't want anyone's company. Or maybe he just doesn't want yours.

After all, you have known him less than a day, and he did left the medbay after you made eye contact and you saw him crying.

You hope he doesn't think you agree with what Tony said, even though you didn't even try to defend him after you learned about his past. But you were just shocked, whatever you expected, it definitely was not that.

Before you could decide to knock again or just leave him alone, you hear a very muffled sob coming from the other side of the door. As much as you do want to respect his privacy, you're getting a little worried.

You try opening the door but it's locked. "Jarvis, override lock on Bucky's room."

"Lock override successful." he says just as you hear the lock click.

You carefully open the door and look towards the bed, but see that it's empty.

You come in and close the door behind you, standing with your back against it and trying to adjust to the newfound darkness in the room without the light from the corridor.

You look around the room trying to locate Bucky when you hear another quiet sob coming from the furthest corner of the room.

You slowly make your way towards it and, as soon as you're close enough, you see Bucky curled up with his arms hugging his legs against his chest and his head buried in his legs.

"Bucky...?" you try to get his attention before getting any closer so as to not scare him, but you’re not sure if he can even hear you.

He's still visibly shaking like before and sobbing very quietly but uncontrollably. you get closer and kneel down right in front of him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

His head shoots up in surprise and the look on his face is that of pure fear as he moved back as close as he can against the wall and as far away from you as possible.

you feel bad for scaring him, and pull away a bit further from him, but still close enough so he can see who you are after the initial shock.

You can tell he recognizes you when his face and his shoulders drop some of the tension, although he makes no attempts to get closer to you.

You decide to try and get a little closer after a few moments, so you slowly get back to kneeling right in front of him while he watches your every move but doesn't try to get further away.

His eyes are wide open and his breathing is getting quicker by the second, tears still streaming down his face.

Then you realize he's having a panic attack.

You consider your options for a second. You've never had a panic attack yourself, but you know Tony gets them and, although you've happened to be there for a few of them over the years, you were never the one to calm him down. Getting him wasn't an option either, everything considered.

You could try to get Steve, he might know what to do if this has happened to Bucky before, but seeing Bucky's breathing get quicker and quicker you guess there's not enough time to get him here.

Then suddenly you remembered something helpful, thank fuck.

"Bucky, look at me." you order him quietly so as to not make him panic even more.

He meets your eyes, meaning you have his attention, but shows no signs of calming down.

"Tell me five things you can see." You simply tell him.

He's confused for a moment, but seeing the determined look on your face you guess he decides that he indeed heard correctly what you asked of him and starts looking around.

"I can see..." He starts but seems to have trouble finishing his sentence.

"It's okay, just try to take a deep breath and concentrate on the things around you." You tell him in the softest voice you can while trying not to panic yourself.

"I-I can see a lamp," he starts, looking around. "the door... a bed, a chair, and... a desk?" he finishes, a little unsure of what he's even doing.

"Good. Now, tell me four things you can touch." you tell him, still surprisingly calm.

"I can touch the carpet" he says, slowly touching the fluffy carpet under him. "The dresser, the wall..." he says, touching the dresser at his right and the wall at his left that he was basically hiding between.

"And... Um..." he looks like he has a little trouble coming up with a fourth thing, until he reaches for you, puts his right hand on your shoulder and says "And you."

You chuckle, which seems to calm him just the slightest bit and you keep going. "Alright, tell me three things you can hear."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, listening for sounds you imagine, and then says "I can hear the AC, the rain and the elevator being used."

He then looks at you waiting for the next thing, but you take a second to realize what he said and you're impressed.

You hadn't even realized it's raining and the elevator was all the way across the floor. The hearing on this man. With a small 'damn' that you’re now sure he can hear, you keep going.

"Tell me two things you can smell." you tell him.

You can see his nose scrunch a little, which you find adorable, and he says "I can smell jasmine." looking at the flower vase on his bedside table filled with jasmines, your favorite flowers that Tony tends to leave here and there just for your enjoyment.

"And… strawberries?" he says, a little confused with his answer.

You're confused too until you realize what he's probably smelling. "Oh, it's probably just my shampoo" you say with a chuckle.

He gives you a nod with a smile smile and you say "Now, last thing, tell me one thing you can taste."

He thinks about your words for a second, a look of concentration on his face, then he looks back at you and says, very quietly. "I can taste my tears."

you give him a sad smile and say "That's heartbreaking... But on the bright side, you're not panicking anymore."

He gives you a sad smile of his own, but seems to suddenly realize everything that just happened.

His face drops and he bows his head, refusing to look you in the eye, clearly very embarrassed that you saw him in the middle of a panic attack.

"Are you okay?" you ask him softly, tears still running down his face and his body still trembling a little but visibly more calm.

"I should be the one asking you that..." he answers, his voice a little hoarse from all the crying.

You can't help the smile that makes its way on your face at his concern.

"I'm fine, thanks to you. Are you okay, though?" you ask again.

"You shouldn't be here..." he says quietly.

He's still avoiding your question, so instead you ask "Why not?"

"I could hurt you..." he says in a small, sad voice that breaks your heart.

"Would you hurt me?" you ask.

He frowns and almost immediately says "of course not" still very quietly.

You give him a reassuring smile and say "Then I'm not worried." he finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

After a few minutes of silence, you feel the need to ask him. "Was that the first time that happened to you?"

He shakes his head and, when you don't say anything else and just look at him expectantly, he elaborates.

"I've had a few in the last three months, since... You know..." He says with a quiet voice and avoided your gaze. "It was the first time someone helped me though... Steve tried to, but they wouldn't let him..." he finishes.

You know by 'they' he means the guards at the Raft, so you don't ask any more questions about it, knowing he probably wants to forget about that place in the first place.

So instead you get up, look down at him and, extending your arm for him to take, you ask. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look exhausted."

He just nods, slowly taking your hand and getting up with absolutely no help from you. Being a big and strong dude of course he doesn't need it.

You walk to his bed and he sits down, you turn and are about to walk to the door when he stops you, his hand still in yours.

You turn back towards him and see him looking down, which makes you think that maybe you imagined him pulling on your hand?

But then you hear him, barely because of how low his voice is, asking "Can you stay?"

You aren't sure you heard right, so you ask him "You want me to stay with you?"

But he seemed to take that as you thinking he was crazy for even suggesting something like that because he very quickly drops your hand and says "You don't have to, you probably have enough of me after the panic attack, it's alright you can go." and just lays down on the bed, turning his back on you.

You stand there for a moment, thinking of what to do before you decide that not only is it clear that Bucky was desperately reaching out, not wanting to be alone, but you don't want to be alone either.

And, right now, it feels like Bucky is your only friend left in the tower. The only one you aren't pissed at, at least.

You move closer to his bed and quietly say "Bucky... I can stay, if you want me to."

He turns around to face you, a little shocked so you give him a smile to let him know you're serious.

He scoots over to make space for you and, after taking off your shoes and without either one of you saying another word, you lay down on your back.

After several minutes of silence you hear him quietly say "Thank you." which makes you turn on your side so you're facing him, only to find him already facing you.

"Anytime." you whisper back with a smile, which he returns.

You stay like that for a little while, just looking at each other, and eventually you fall asleep, his beautiful, freakishly blue eyes being the last thing you see.

Bucky watches you sleep for a bit until he also falls into a quiet sleep, with you very unaware of the fact that this is the first time in years, if not decades, that Bucky actually gets a full night of peaceful sleep.

Part 4

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whore-for-chris-evans · 3 months

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I don't know what you expected but I am still not done talking about the infamous fifth episode of the What If...? show.

Spoiler warnings ahead.

Throughout the episode, while trying to pull Steve out of the mind control, Peggy keeps repeating "Steve, this isn't you, wake up" an abnormal amount of times. It's actually sickening how lacking the scriptwriting is, at least for her character.

Bucky interacts with Steve for barely a minute and even then, his efforts to get Steve back display a wider vocabulary than Peggy's throughout the whole episode.

Furthermore, I'd like to break down and compare Steve's words to Bucky and CATWS, and Peggy's words to Steve in What If...?

Steve: "I'm not gonna fight you," and here he drops the shield into the river below, "you're my friend."

Moments later, as Bucky nearly punches him to death, saying "YOU'RE! MY! MISSION!", Steve's calm, collected response is "then finish it, cause I'm with you till the end of the line."

Yes, tear-jerking, we know. Let's move on.

Peggy, having gone up against Steve in a huge (around the same size as the armour Tony built in the cave) metal suit, made of plutonium or something, and still standing straight up, says:

"I don't want to fight you, I can't fight you anymore. I'm done fighting, I've been fighting for so long, to end the war, to forget what I lost...I'm tired. Steve, I want to be with you. I want you, even if this is the end."

Keeping aside the frustrating repetition of the word "fight" in just a few lines of Peggy's speech, let's look at the motivation behind both the dialogues.

Peggy talks about herself. About how she is tired of the war and of losing people, how she tries to forget how Steve isn't in her life anymore, about how she wants to be with him. Her entire purpose is not to save him, but to save him for herself. Her actions come from a selfish point of view, and by the time she says this, she is far from being as battered and bruised as MCU Steve. In fact, she gets away with just a couple of bruises at the most.

On the other hand, Steve's intention was to free Bucky from Hydra's torture, to protect his childhood best friend and lover. He had been shot multiple times, stabbed at least once, had his skin split open in several areas when he dropped the final bombshell. Steve was nearly dying while he was saying all that; yes he would've loved a second chance at life with Bucky by his side, but it was never his primary focus.

His primary focus was making sure Bucky had a second chance at life, even if he himself died trying. It was as if to say "I may die right here right now, but I love you too much to hurt you any further than I already have. You've always been more dear to me than life itself, so if your mission is truly to kill me, you know I'll support you in it even as you're taking my last breath out of me. All I ask for is your safety and well-being."

And it shows in the consequences too - in CATWS, Bucky not only regains just enough of his memories to stop, but also pulls Steve out of the Potomac before he can drown to death and places him somewhere he knows Sam and Nat and the others will easily spot him.

On the contrary, Hydra Stomper Steve barely shows any affection, shock or remorse towards the woman in front of him, but instead, he flies up to the Red Room and destroys it. It is unclear whether he survives the crash himself.

Like I said before, despite Marvel trying their absolute hardest to push StevePeggy as the superior pairing, they still end up portraying Steve and Bucky's (I say romantic, because Steggy mirroring Stucky proves the latter to be a romance) bond to be far stronger than that of Steve with a woman he only knew for a couple of years at most during a world war.

They dug their own grave and cannot crawl their way out of it. Stucky prevails.

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Hi dear ☺️ could I ask for an imagine with Bucky where you can't sleep, so you walk around through the compound enjoying the silence. Just as you find a wide awake Bucky as well. You then just talk about senseless stuff till you find yourself in each other's embrace on the couch where he finally gets the guts to kiss you and tell you how much you mean to him. Eventually you fall asleep and the others find you both tangled together the next morning and are very happy for you 🙊

Bucky Barnes x reader (sleepless nights)

After what felt like hours of tossing and turning you finally gave up your battle to sleep. Grumbling, you swung your legs over to the floor and out of bed. You grabbed an oversized, long-sleeve tshirt to pull on over your pajama shorts and headed out of your room. The compound was silent as you walked into the kitchen intent on making some hot tea. As you got closer you could hear the Keurig already on and you were surprised to see the defined bare back of the winter soldier. Bucky turned as he heard you walk in and shot you a small smile.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked and you nodded glumly.

"Here," he said, pouring a cup of the tea he just made for you. You graciously accepted and made your way to the large gray sectional. You were glad that you weren't alone and shamelessly watched as Bucky poured another cup. You wouldn't say you and him were close, I mean he wasn't really close to anyone besides Steve and maybe Sam. You'd be lying if you said you weren't in to him, how could you not be? He was gorgeous. But he didn't really talk that much so you had no idea what he thought about you.

You felt the couch dip as Bucky sat on the other end, taking a sip from his own mug.

"Thanks for making tea," you said and he smiled before looking away.

"My mom used to do it every time I couldn't sleep as a kid," he said. "Always did the trick." You smiled sadly. You couldn't imagine not being able to say a final goodbye to your parents.

"I'm sure you miss them," you said softly and he nodded sadly at you. He cleared his throat before slightly changing the subject.

"Do you get to see your family often?" He asked and you launched into a story of the last time your parents were here and how they complained about the city and that you weren't married yet. After the subject of your family was over you told him all about growing up in a small town, what college was like, and how you ended up here. He would make little comments every once in a while but it was mostly you babbling on. You started to feel sleepy again but you really didn't want to leave Bucky. With your tea being gone you started to get a little chilly and wrapped your arms around yourself while still talking with Bucky.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"Just a little," you admitted. He had smartly pulled a blanket over himself when he first sat down. He lifted the side of it and beckoned you over.

"Come on," he said. You crawled across the couch and snuggled under the blanket. You threw your legs over his lap and your head found his chest while he wrapped his arm around you. Warmth filled your body and you sighed contently.

"I'm sorry I talked for so long, you're probably exhausted now," you said.

"It was cute," he said and you looked up at him.

"Cute?"

"I like how you go on and on," he said shrugging. "You always get so excited about little things." Your face turned scarlet as you realized how often he paid you attention.

"You never talk to me though," you said pouting and he smirked.

"I don't have anything to say," he said and you laughed. "I'm content with just listening to you for the rest of my life." You felt butterflies as he said this and watched his eyes flick down to your lips. He slowly leaned down until your lips were attached in a sweet kiss. You moved against his soft lips while tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. Breathlessly, you pulled away.

"Maybe I would have done that sooner if you ever talked to me," you said and he laughed leaning down to kiss you again. You snuggled into him again once more and slowly drifted off.

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"I called it," you heard someone whisper as you slowly came to.

"Yeah it was really a matter of time," someone else said.

You opened your eyes to see that you were lying on top of Bucky, who had a tight grip on you as he slept. You smiled lazily, admiring how peaceful he looked before you tried to pull up. You turned your head to see Steve and Sam standing behind the couch holding mugs of coffee. Steve lifted his eyebrow at you and you groaned before resting your head back on the winter soldier.

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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A/N: even though I’m shadowbanned I decided to post something because I’ve already posted it and a second chapter on ao3 (link in my bio). Enjoy;)

Noise

Summary: Steve and you get intimate while Bucky sleeps in the same room. Of course he's asleep....right?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, sex with another person in the room (not involved), kinda getting caught

Steve's hands slid along your waist, till he was able to grab his shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it fall to the floor. It was hard for both of you to be quiet, but a glance to the side reminded you that there was no other way. "Are you sure this is a good idea?", you breathed barely audibly against Steve's ear as you scratched his back. The feeling of skin against skin was enough to make you gasp softly.

For several weeks Steve, Bucky and you had been on a mission. In these many days you didn't have a single moment to yourselves-and Steve couldn't stand it anymore by now. In the last twenty minutes, Steve's hands had been constantly wandering, driving you crazy. "Come on, sweetie, I know how much you miss it," he kept talking as his fingers drove you crazy, stretching your tight channel. It was great to feel his wide fingers inside you. Your hands quickly found their way to his boxers, which you quickly reached into and grabbed his hard dick, stroking it.

And of course Steve was right. You had missed his touch. His fingers, his kisses, his- Steve grabbed your thighs and spread them a little wider to position himself between them.

A suppressed moan escaped your lips as Steve thrusted into your wet pussy with one quick thrust. Every Time you had sex you felt like he was about to split you in half. He was definitely the biggest man you’ve ever been with.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned as he paused for a moment, needing a second to breath. Or he’d come already. Gently, he kissed down your face to your neck, where he sucked lightly to leave a hickey. You both couldn't suppress our soft moans as Steve finally started to move again. His movements became a little faster and after a soft 'harder' from your lips, he did just that. And it was incredibly good. It was just-

A movement in the bed just a few feet from us brought you out of your thoughts. A little startled, you squeezed your legs around Steve to make him stop moving. "No, why-" he started. "Are you sure Bucky is asleep?", you interrupted him immediately. This merely made him sigh softly as he briefly glanced to the side, listening for Bucky's breathing or movements. "He's sleeping, I already told you-can we move on?" he said sulkily towards the end, making you quietly chuckle. "Okay," you breathed, loosening your legs enough so Steve could move again-and he did.

A whimper-like sound escaped you as his hardness hit straight against your most sensitive spot. Just that single movement overtook you with blinding pleasure, which made you moan louder than intended. Immediately, you slapped your hand against your mouth to silence yourself-especially when another moan sameafter, this time Steve’s. Steve buried his face in your neck to keep himself quiet as a loud moan escaped his lips.

"fuck, fuck, fuck...tight-you’re so fucking tight," the blond whispered against your skin, kissing your soft skin. For a moment his hip movements were slower before he became faster and harder again. The sound of skin against skin was loud-and Steve seemed to ignore it completely, just like the squeak of the bed. "Steve...", you gasped against his ear as his hips grinded against yours, a sign that Steve was coming. You felt him twitch, while he filled you with his seed. Slowly you felt his weight on you, while he slowly laid down on you.

Again, you felt like you heard a movement in the bed next to you and as you turned your head to the side, uou could have sworn Bucky turned around quickly. Briefly, you gulped before looking back at Steve.

"This can't happen again, Steve...I'm getting really paranoid-do you think he's really asleep? I have a feeling-" "Don't worry, sweetie, he's a deep sleeper-he'd sleep through any noise," Steve reassured you again. A little more convinced,you then nodded and squeezed your legs a bit tighter around Steve's middle.

"How about a second round, then?", you breathed cheekily into his ear. Immediately you felt Steve start to grin slightly against my neck. “You don’t have to ask twice”

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Bucky was sitting at the table eating breakfast. He had gotten up early, showered, and made some food.

When Steve entered the kitchen, he could barely look him in the eye without blushing.

"Hey, Buck, up already?" asked Steve as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Bucky choked on the bite he had just taken. Immediately, Steve patted him on the back. "Yeah-I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep," the brunette spoke, looking back down at his plate.

At that moment, you also entered the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and Steve's t-shirt, which he had carelessly thrown on the floor yesterday-just before you-

"Good morning, Bucky, sleep well?", you asked with a broad smile. As Bucky quickly raised his head and his eyes fell on you, you noticed his red cheeks. Immediately, yours turned a little rosy as well. Somehow an unusual feeling came over you. You watched closely as Bucky swallowed his bite with difficulty. "Good morning-I-yes, good, good...I'm a deep sleeper. I can sleep through any noise," everyone immediately knew what had happened during the night.

When Bucky used the same words Steve used yesterday, the latter's expression turned shocked, Steve spat his water back into his glass, and you? Your mouth just dropped open.

Oh my god

Holy Jesus Joseph and Mary

No.

Bucky was awake.

"Steven Grant Rogers! You idiot!", you scolded, which merely made him laugh. Without looking, you grabbed the first thing next to you-which was a cloth-and started hitting him with it. "I told you it was a stupid idea! I can't believe it!" The only thing that came from Steve was just more laughter.

Meanwhile, Bucky started laughing too, which is why you hit him with the towel too. "You're both such idiots-the last time I'm on a mission with you. And for you-" you pointed at, the still giggling, Steve. "-none of that until we get back home," you said, pointing at yourself to indicate that there would be no sex for him until the mission was over. Immediately his laughter died.

"What? Ah come on-that could be months," he pouted slightly and took your hand. You withdrew it from him and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Bucky laughed again, but fell silent when you looked at him.

"And you-you should have either kept your mouth shut and saved us all this embarrassment or said something yesterday-" you said, shaking your head slightly, sighing as you hid your face in your hands. "Sorry," he grinned slightly. However, that grin disappeared at your next words. "Steve's sleeping in your bed this week."

"What?" they both said in surprise. A cheeky smile settled on your lips. "That way we can be sure you won't be woken up tonight." Both boys looked at you and then at each other, before sighing.

You were just joking, right? They may have slept many times in the same bed but not in such a small one.

The next morning when you woke up, you stretched your body comfortably, while your gaze fell to the two soldiers sleeping together on the small bed next to you. Squashed, but sweetly cuddling with each other, as they would probably fall off the bed otherwise.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, taking a picture.

Pt 2

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Nine

/N: Hey guys, been through a lot for a bit, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i'm curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 2,414

Warnings: slight angst, Sharon, and fluff, if I forgot anything let me know please!

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Y/n wiggled around the kitchen as she worked on making breakfast, she was no expert when it came to food, but she was trying. She had music playing kinda loud but not so loud that Bucky would hear from the master bedroom. She was trying multitasking on pancakes, eggs, and bacon, her current least favorite of the three was the bacon with grease popping up, freaking her out every so often. So as she moved about listening to the music while making sure the food didn’t burn, she missed Bucky’s initial entrance. “You know how to cook?” He joked tilting his head, with a little laugh, Y/n hadn’t heard his morning voice before but she liked it.

She laughed along with him.“Sort of. I’m trying, and possibly failing.” She looked at the food, removing the pancake that just finished cooking.

Bucky moved across the room standing near her grabbing one of her cooked pieces of bacon and eating it. “A little over cooked but whatever.” He shrugged off.

“Blame it for that, the oil kept on popping out at me!” She blamed, soon begging to laugh at her fake whining.

Bucky laughed with her. “When’s your next day off?” He leaned against the counter looking at her as she finished up the food.

“Sort of whenever I want, but I got to go in today.” She explained as she began dishing up food for both of them. “Why?”

“Well, since we’ve gotten back, I’ve had time to finish my car, and I wanna take you on a drive.” He smiled up at her. Y/n nodded along, liking the idea of it, they sat at the table, continuing to talk for a bit, until Y/n got up to go get ready for work.

Bucky had been in the middle of working out when Steve texted him. ‘I’m having a barbecue tonight, around six, do you want to come?’

Bucky obviously wanted to go, he hadn’t seen Steve since before the wedding, which had been a while ago. Bucky was an instant replay, while Y/n was usually so busy it sometimes took hours to get a reply, and he didn’t want to call because it probably wasn’t important enough. He sighed, deciding to just try and call her, and if she didn’t answer he’d completely understood. The phone rang for a moment, it took a moment for her to pick up but soon her voice rang out through the speaker. “Bucky?”

“Hey, sorry for calling, but um my friend Steve is having a barbecue today around six, I want to go, but I wanted to see if you did too.” He explained in a rush, even though their relationship had gotten better, Y/n still was very much the same when it came to work.

Y/n’s eyes widened not expecting the sudden invitation, she turned to look through a two way mirror where she could see one of Rumlow’s guys, that Andy had found dealing something on her territory, completely covered in his own blood if he was gonna keep siglent Y/n wouldn’t take it easy. She looked down at the clothes she’d chosen for that day, her white shirt was possibly completely destroyed but it didn’t matter she was going to be burnt later that day, she looked at the time, three hours till it started. “Uh, Yeah I’ll be home soon.” They said bye before ending the call. Y/n walked back into the room where two of her men stood on either side of Rumlows guy. “You two finish this up, if he doesn't talk, by two, chop him up and throw him in the hudson.” She ordered, before marching out of the dimly lit building.

Y/n made her way out to The SUV, she began texting Andy telling him she’d get her car tomorrow, updating him about Rumlows guy, and explaining she was leaving early, which seemed to have shocked Andy, because his caller ID had popped up. “When do you ever leave early of your free will?” He asked with exaggerated shock, right after Y/n put him on speaker.

“Relax, Bucky’s friend is having a barbecue, he wants me to go, and I need to get cleaned up, before.” She explained shortly, well yes it was that, but she was secretly happy to spend more time with Bucky, she typed away at her phone getting something sorted for later.

“You don’t seem like the type to go to a barbecue, the last however long I’ve known you not once have I ever heard a word about a barbecue till now.” He began teasing her.

She rolled her eyes with a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll talk to you later. Go check on the guys at the warehouse later.”

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow bye.” He said into the phone before ending the call.

When Y/n got home, she immediately made her way up to the shower in her bedroom, she used a light purple loofa to help wash away the blood and other grime that might have gotten on her, as she did so soon the bathroom doors opened and her eyes widened, connecting with blue ones. “Sorry!” Bucky said immediately, walking out and closing the door.

Y/n laughed lightly before calling out. “Bucky, it’s okay, just grab what you need.” There was so much fog around the glass of the shower that she probably looked like a human shaped blob on the other side.

“When did you get home?” Bucky asked as he opened the door and quickly went to grab a few things.

“Not that long ago, I needed some time to get ready, work was dirty today.” She shrugged while saying it, continuing to scrub, Bucky made a sound of understanding, before he left.

She wrapped herself in a towel, moving into the bedroom, she found a box sitting neatly on the made bed, she opened it finding exactly what she had expected. Most of her clothes weren’t for being out in the heat for too long, usually she’d be switching from air conditioned building to air conditioned building, being outside wasn’t something she didn’t usually do, save for when she had gone on vacation with Bucky. She pulled out the outfit, first pulling out the plain white shirt, followed by light pink shorts, and lastly white tennis shoes, she blow dried and straightened her hair, before applying some make up.

Bucky felt still slightly embarrassed after walking into the bathroom while Y/n was showering, as his brain continued to fester on his embarrassment he heard the clearing of a throat, he turned to see Y/n, she looked different, good, but different. For instance she seemed shorter because of her not wearing her heels, he’d seen her a few times barefoot or in flats on rare occasions but it still took a little getting used to. Then his eyes shifted up to what she was actually wearing, the shirt and shorts were something he couldn’t imagine being in her wardrobe but she still looked gorgeous. “Ready to go?” She asked, looking at him.

He nodded. “Y-yeah, how do you look better than me and we’re going to my friends barbecue?” He joked as he led the way towards the garage, he wouldn’t miss this chance to take Y/n, in his car.

Y/n smiled and thanked him for the compliment, she took him in form the moment she saw him, with light blue jeans, a white tank top and a tan verging on white button up shirt over it with the sleeves rolled just above his elbow. As she realized they were making the way towards his car her brows furrowed. “Really?” She asked with a smile.

Bucky nodded with a smile of his own. “Yeah, you ready for speed?” He opened the passenger door for her.

“I guess.” She shrugged, Bucky soon got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the garage. She’d speed after shoot outs and other work related things, she’s never just done that for fun though. Before Y/n had married Henry, she was a law abiding citizen just like most of New York, and until finding out what her father actually did for a living, she thought she was just an heiress.

“What happened today that caused you to get dirty?” Bucky asked, knowing it could have been a million different things.

“Drug stuff.” She said as if it were casual, then she sighed and shook her head. “Brock Rumlow is trying to sneak stuff under my nose.”

“Whos, Brock?” He asked with furrowed brows looking at Y/n swiftly before shifting back to the road.

“Brock owns a drug cartel, and he wanted to become a partner of mine, but I shut it down, I don’t trust anything he’s got here.” She stated seriously.

“Is he dangerous?” Bucky asked, Y/n caught the hit of concern in his voice.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so, possibly just stupid, but if it does turn out to be dangerous, you’ll be like second to know.” She promised.

Soon they pulled up to a set of three story brown stones, her eyes scanned around just for safety, before following Bucky up the steps to the front door, after he knocked, the door opened a few moments later, a blond on the opposite end, Y/n remembered him from the wedding. “Hey.” He greeted Bucky, and then turned to Y/n. “Hello, Mis-”

She cut him off. “Please, if you're a friend of Bucky’s you can call me Y/n.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Okay, uh I’m Steve, it’s nice to officially meet you.” He shook her hand as he spoke, soon letting it go before greeting them both in, first thing he did was introduce them to his girlfriend Sharon. “Sharon, this is Bucky, and his wife Y/n.”

“Bucky, nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you from Steve.” She smiled, shaking his hand, then she turned to Y/n.

“Hey, Little sister.” Y/n smirked looking at the woman who looked nothing like her, pulling her into a hug, usually a display of affection but this was anything but.

“You have a sister?” Bucky, and Steve seemed to have said at the same time.

Y/n pulled out of the hug first putting on a fake smile, showing Sharon the mood to put on. “Yeah, we’ve been out of touch since mom died.” That wasn’t a lie but it also wasn’t the full truth. “Well, Steve, now that I know you're dating my sister, I’ve got to know everything about you.” She smiled, leading the blond to his backyard, to talk in private. “So, Steve, what do you do, to afford this beautiful home?” She asked standing beside him at the grill.

“I’m the captain of a police precinct.” He told her honestly, making her nervous, wondering if this was a trap to arrest her, he clearly knew who she was. “Don’t worry, I have a rule with Bucky’s family, that I’ll follow with you, so long as I don’t see you do anything illegal I won’t arrest you. Is, Sharon, apart of the-”

“No, well, I don’t think so, I haven’t talked to her in a while so your guess is as good as mine.” Y/n shrugged, her eyes soon followed as Sharon and Bucky marched out of the house, Y/n’s eyes were glued on her sister not sure of what she intended. Y/n wasn’t going to be the one to break Steve's heart, but Sharon was certainly very deeply involved in the business, so Y/n didn’t understand why she was here playing a cute little girlfriend wearing a white sundress.

The barbecue went well, Y/n chose to minimally talk to her sister, and Bucky could tell something was up, so he knew to ask about it later. Y/n stayed until Bucky wanted to go, she could tell he was happy, and comfortable with his friends, and that made her happy to see, and she wouldn’t take it away. A few of them had come up and told Y/n about Bucky being an idiot in high school, while protecting Steve from bullies, some of them making her laugh.

Steve said bye to Bucky, while Sharon seemed to not want to look Y/n’s way, not wanting to attempt the facade of happy sisters. As Bucky pulled away he looked at Y/n, who looked at ease, and happy. “So what's between you and your sister?” He asked seemingly out of nowhere.

The question had taken Y/n off guard, she hadn’t realized Bucky had seen through her facade. “We’ve never gotten along.” Y/n rolled her eyes, lulling her head to look at him. “And when mom died when she was eight-teen she ran off, which now looking at it I should have probably done the same thing.” Then she sighed feeling bad, she didn’t want to hurt Bucky or Steve, he genuinely seemed nice. “Look, Bucky, I didn’t want to say anything to Steve because we barely know each other, but I would suggest him try to leave Sharron, I think she is up to something.” She spoke honestly.

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “She seems nice, what would she be up to?” Y/n looked at him as if he were joking. “You do know what I do to make money right?” She rolled her eyes. “Fine, ignore what your wife is saying about her sister, whom you just met.” She looked out the window, her mood dampening from his dismissal of her warning.

“It’s not that I’m ignoring what you're saying but do you even have proof?” Bucky asked, looking at her for an answer for that.

“No, but I know my sister, I think better than you.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, once again. Then as they continued driving, in a stuffy silence, streets passed by as lights in the dark night and as they pulled to a simple stop at a light, still not even close to home, a low beet began to sound Y/n's brows furrowed as she began to look around the vehicle, for the source of the noise, it soon sped up and as soon as the light turned green and Bucky pressed his foot on the gas everything went black.

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acriminalmind · 2 years

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Covered in White

MaleAvengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: After stressful missions, the men want to de-stress and empty themselves and you are the perfect candidate to help them do that.

Male Avengers in this story: Tony Stark, Steve Rodgers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Clint barton.

Warnings: smut, bondage, buttplug, masturbating, cum eating, vaginal, oral (m receiving), kidnapping, voyeurism, praise, pet names, Stockholm Syndrome.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

Idk what this is. It's certainly not my best work. Maybe I'll delete this later, maybe not. This is more like a short story made out of shorter stories. Nevertheless, Enjoy!

Clint had been sent on a mission to a Hydra base to gather useful information when he first saw you. You were one of the Hydra scientists The Avengers were after. The moment the men saw a picture of you they knew they wanted to have you to fulfill their needs. Clint got the information he needed and then decided to wait for you to leave the base. A little after midnight you walked outside, but before you got to your car an electronic arrow struck your face and knocked you out. Clint picked you up and put you in the jet. When he had you strapped tied on one of the chairs he sends out a message to the guys with a picture of your sleeping form. Looking back at you one more time with a dark look, he started the jet and flew back to the compound. "Time to bring you to your new home."

The sunlight peeking through the curtains woke you up. When you opened your eyes you had no idea where you were. In a slight panic, you hadn't noticed that your hands and feet were bound to each post of the bed and that you were completely bare. When you did though a scream left your mouth. Clint, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Peter were watching you through the hidden cameras. "Shall we officially welcome our prisoner, boys?" Clint asked his teammates before walking towards your chamber.

After your captors explained what they were gonna do to you, you tried to scream for help, but to no avail. The room you were locked up in was soundproof. They said to you that this punishment was better than getting sent off to a horrible prison like the rest of the Hydra scientists they found at the base you worked at. "Maybe you will end up liking it, doll," Bucky said to you darkly before leaving the room followed by the rest. From that day they would come in unannounced to destress in or on you. Sometimes alone, other times together.

Tony Stark

Tony came in one day after he had a pretty rough mission. He was angry and wanted to get rid of it before he went home to his wife and daughter. After getting rid of his pants and boxers he straddled your chest. The tip of his hard cock was covered in pre-cum. "You are gonna suck me dry until I'm satisfied, and don't you dare use your teeth. I will cut your toes off one by one if you do that. Do you understand, mutt?" "Yes." "Yes, who?" One of the rules you had to follow now you were their prisoner was calling them by their title. "Yes, Master." A dark smirk plastered on his face, "Good girl." He took your face in between his hands, "Open up." When you had opened your mouth to the fullest he pushed his cock inside till it was fully in and reaching the back of your throat, making you gag a little. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock." Tony started to move his head up and down. "Use your tongue, don't hold back. I know for sure that you know how to please a man with that mouth of yours. Prove it, or you will be punished." He let go of your head so you could move on your own. Licking his shaft, you murmured around his cock to send vibrations, which makes him moan. "Yes, like that. Don't stop." Looking up at him you saw that he had thrown his hand back. Feeling the throbbing of his cock you speeded up your pace. "I'm gonna cum," he warned before he spurted his load into your mouth. Before getting off of you he forced you to swallow his cum, which he watched you do with darkness in his eyes. "Till next time, pet." He walked out of the room after he had dressed back up again and locked the door behind him.

Bucky & Steve

Bucky and Steve always came together. They had won a fight against a small army of Hydra soldiers and they wanted to celebrate that. They freed you from your ropes, knowing that you couldn't escape, and manhandled you on all fours. When they both were naked they took their position. Steve kneeled in front of you, slapping his huge cock against your cheek, ordering you to open, which you did and Bucky kneeled behind you and inserted his stiff member into your behind. "Good girl, taking both of our cock so good." Steve grabs ahold of your hair and stuffs more of his cock into your mouth. Bucky's grip on your hips tightened. "Feels good, doesn't it, doll?" Steve pulls your mouth off of his cock so you can answer, "Yes, sir," before putting it back in. "Gripping me tight, you're milking me dry. Are you cumming, bud?" "I'm almost there. Her mouth feels so good around me." Your walls start to clench around Bucky his cock. He picks up his pace more, chasing his orgasm. "Prepare yourself, sweets. I'm cumming," Steve moans. When he spills into you, you feel Bucky's cum paint your other hole. They moan in a union. Bucky rides out his orgasm en with these few thrusts you feel your approaching. "Come on my cock, doll. Let us see how good we fucked you." Your wetness started dripping alongside your tighs. "That's a good Dollie. Look at the mess she made, Steve," Bucky smiled at his pal. After they both withdrew from you and made sure that you had swallowed Steve his load they laid you back on your back again tying you back to the bed, but not before putting a blue plug in between your asscheeks. They both kissed you on your head before dressing up and heading out. "Sleep tight, princess."

Sam Wilson

Sam loved fucking into your ass. He mostly came to you after training sessions. Your feed would be freed, but your hands would still be bound to the bed. He flipped you around and pulled your ass up in the air. "Good to see you ready to take me, baby girl," he said when he admired the blue buttplug before slowly pulling it out. Bucky's cum started dripping out onto your legs. You felt the bed dip behind you. The feeling of Sam spanking your ass a few times, admiring the firmness of it made you moan. "Are you ready to take daddy?" "Yes, daddy. I'm ready. Put your cock in me, I want it in me, please." "good girl, so well-behaved. Trying to escape the first weeks, but now begging to be fucked by your owners." Sam grinned when he finally grabbed your ass and pushed himself inside of you in one swift motion. He didn't wait long before setting a brutal pace. You repeated his title over and over again with each thrust. "Take your daddy's cock, baby. Gripping me real tight. Daddy loves his sweet girl." Sam wouldn't be satisfied with one orgasm. He would give himself and you multime until he decided it was enough. Today you both got 7 orgasms before he stopped. After admiring your ass with his dripping seed he pushed the plug back in. "You were a good girl for daddy today, baby."

Clint Barton

Clint made you kneel in front of him in between his legs, with your hands tied behind your back. He was obsessed with your big breasts. The moment he first laid eye on you he started to fantasize about fucking them. Now his fantasies will become reality. His cock stood proud in between his legs. He grabbed your breasts and pushed his member in between them, moaning at the soft feeling of your skin. Slowly he started to move. "God, that feels good. Even better than I imagined. Laura would never let me do this to her." When he felled his orgasm approach he fastened his pace. "Open your mouth, hun. I'm gonna cum." The tip of his cock was aimed at your open mouth. He spurted his load and except for a few drops, everything went into your mouth. "Let me see your filled mouth, baby." The sight of his white juices floating in your mouth made him moan. "Swallow." You did. The drops that didn't land in your mouth made their way down your chest in between your boobs. "This will definitely happen again, sweets."

Peter Parker

Peter was a little shy the first time he went to you, but the moment he saw you lying naked, tied down, and at his mercy all that was gone. After he had to get rid of his clothes he stood before the bed, slowly stroking his long cock in his hand, watching you. When he felt ready he laid on top of you and sweetly kissed your lips, before taking his tip in his hand and inserting himself inside you. His pace was slow but with hard thrusts, making you feel every hit on your G-spot. "You feel so good, baby." He said sweetly in between thrusts. Taking one of your nipples inside his mouth, while pinching the other with his hand. "I'm cumming, are you gonna cum?" You nodded. "Words, baby, I want words." "Yes, Mr. Parker, I'm cumming." "Good, I want to cum together." And so you did. Your juices mixed inside you. The feeling made your eyes roll back. Peter let you ride out your orgasm before kissing your lips again and sliding out of you. "See you after my math test tomorrow, baby." He smiled at you before leaving in his spiderman suit.

Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Clint, Peter

There were moments when all of them came in together. This happened mostly when they were sent on the same hard mission. You were ordered to kneel in the middle of the room. They all stood naked in a circle around you, pumping their cocks. One by one they covered you with their loads covering you in white. Your face, breast, stomach, well almost every part of you was covered with their seed. After all of them were finished they took some pictures for the group chat and left you, still covered with juices to wait for one of them to use you again. And honestly, you started to kinda enjoy being their cumrag. You were a little curious about the female Avengers though. Did they know about this? Did they also have a toy like you? You didn't get to wonder about it for too long when the door to your chamber opened and the ones you were just thinking about walked in.

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shamelesslyshippingocxcanon · 1 year

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Bucky x Reader: Wakanda

Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him

You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing

cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough

You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups

I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda

And Bucky is on the list of amazing things

The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met

Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys

"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"

"Shuri!" He gets really flustered

"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"

He vaguely might recall you from the area

"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"

He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)

He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'

It's adorable

But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.

And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.

But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions

"Are you okay Bucky?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"

As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.

But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?

He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.

It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other

It slips away

But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.

He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.

But you LOVE him, not like him.

Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both

Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking

"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"

"But Shuri, we do."

"WAHTTT-"

"Platonically Shuri."

Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky

At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.

"Which was this ass?"

"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"

"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"

"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."

Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though

So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you

He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.

"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."

Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing

"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"

"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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I have an idea for a one-shot😳 and I was wondering if you would write it! I adore your work so much!

Here's my idea:

You and Bucky have been put on a hydra mission with Steve and Sam and bucky doesn't want you to go on the mission because he knows how bad hydra can be. After the meeting briefing, you and Bucky go back to Bucky's room and you both have a massive arguement about the mission and Bucky comes out and says that he can't concentrate on the mission and look after you even though he knew you can look after yourself. So that night you slept in your own room, you and Bucky didn't speak at all for days and even when getting ready for the mission you guys didn't look at each other. While on the mission you got paired with Steve, due to the atmosphere between you and Bucky, while scoping out the place with Steve you get separated and you get losted and end up getting ambushed by hydra and you fight off as many as you can but you end up getting injured badly and Bucky can hear the pain in your voice as you are talking over the Comms and then he hears Steve call for Sam to get you back to base asap because you are hurt badly. After Bucky hears that he feels his heart drop into his stomach and his whole world comes crashing down. Once Bucky gets back to the base he doesn't even change he comes straight to find you and he eventually finds you and you are in the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to you and wounds covering your chest. He breaks down and sits beside your bed and holds your hand, apologizing about what he said and about what happend, how much he needs you and how much he hated not hearing your voice over the past couple days and he stays by your bed refusing to move till you wake up and once you wake up you feel him holding your hand and you look down and see him with his head on your bed sleeping with tear stained cheeks and you remove your hand from his and gently stroke his hair and he jumps awake and looks at you in disbelief and starts crying again and you raise your hands to him wanting a hug and he climbs on your bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, telling you how much he missed you and how much he is sorry

ugh, angsty, I'm here for it lol

Warnings: angst- Bucky can't live without you

Tags: @whiskey-barnes @elle14-blog1 @potatothots

Summary: Bucky can’t lose you or the one where a hydra mission goes wrong

No.

That is what Bucky thinks when Steve finishes the meeting.

His fingers curls into clenched fists, the metal plates in his arm whirring as he looks over at you and then to his best friend.

“She’s not going,” he grumbles and all three heads turn to him.

Your eyes narrow at Bucky before you close your folder giving Sam, Steve and then Bucky a tight-lipped smile. “She,” you hum, “makes her own decisions.” You say sweetly you’d almost miss the burning behind it. “I’ll be there, Steve.” And you’re out the door before Steve and Sam can move.

“Buck-” Steve begins but the super soldier is right out the door and hot on your trail before Steve can finish.

Sam whistles low and slow, shaking his head. “This will be fun.”

It didn’t take long for Bucky to catch up to your fiery steps, his metal fingers circling your wrist and twirling you into his apartment for more privacy. “I said no,” he says once the door is closed and turns to see you glare.

“That funny,” you laugh with no mirth behind it. “And I thought I said I make my own decisions.” You counter, arms crossing as you tilt your head at the soldier before you.

“I’m not joking,” Bucky says your name like a warning but you are already shaking your head.

“First of all, how dare you speak on my behalf to Steve or Sam about my job.” You grumble as you watch Bucky stand broad and protective in front of the door, your exit. You had nowhere to go. “And secondly, you’ve never stopped me on a mission before, you have no right to start dictating any choices now.”

Bucky’s frown deepens, his arms mimicking yours by crossing them over his chest. He says your name again, but you hold your ground. “This is hydra,” he says it like it enough to make you change your mind but you’re still standing off against him.

“Okay?” You shake your head like it means nothing. “And I will be going.”

Bucky’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. “You’re not going.”

“Why? Huh, why not?” You’re pushing his buttons and he’s cracking.

“Because-”

“Because why?” You’re getting closer to him and now he feels like he’s the one cornered.

“Because,” his chest puffs out and when his eyes meet yours, you stop. “I can’t concentrate on the mission and look after you.”

Your anger dims slightly, knowing what Hydra did to Bucky. But it only lessens slightly because it’s the exact reason why you want to go and will be going.

“I can look after myself.”

And then you’re out the door, leaving Bucky alone in his apartment.

Sam exchange looks with Steve as you walk onto the jet. You walk right past Bucky, not giving him a glance, before sitting down and buckling.

You look over to Steve and he feels like he’s just burning up from your gaze as you address him.

Steve clears his throat and notices when Bucky’s fingers dig into the top of his thighs as he doesn’t look at anyone.

“Bucky you’re going to be going through the west side of the base.” Steve instructs after informing everyone that Sam is look out, using red wing to scope and be the eyes for any blind spots. When he gets to you, he can hear Bucky’s arm whirring, tensing as he lets you know that you’ll be with him.

Steve hopes that would make Bucky a little less apprehensive but one look with Sam, he knows it doesn’t even matter.

Your hand holds your gun, pointing it to the ground, as you walk down the corridor. You peak your head into any room that had the door open as you walk a little ahead of Cap. You are looking for anything that may be dangerous but you can’t focus. Your thoughts on Bucky who was on the other side of the base.

Stupid. You think, the fight you two had. You were so irritated you couldn’t even go back. Choosing to sleep in your old room at the compound. Which only irritated you further, you had grown used to sleeping next to Bucky, that you barely had a wink of sleep.

Steve said your name, bringing you from your thoughts and you hummed. Just about to turn and answer him when a rumble went through the floor.

Your mouth dropped as the biggest man you had ever seen emerged from a room, coming out into the hallway. He was tall and wide, his arms looked like the size of your leg and his lips showcased a sinister grin. Your name was yelled again but the man before you was quicker than Cap.

The man pressed the remote in his hand and you had turned just in time to see the ceiling crumble, trapping you as Steve tried to throw the shield. The debris piled separating you from Steve and leaving you nowhere else to go.

“Hello, Little Birdy.” The Australian accent from the huge guy grabbed your attention again. You shivered as the man licked his lips like you were prey and he was the predator.

Bucky heard a curse over the comms as he held his gun up on the west side of the compound, his footsteps quiet as he walked down a hallway. Bucky recognized the voice being Steve.

Before he could ask, Sam’s voice came in. “Cap? What’s going on?”

“Bucky-” Steve choked out, “I’m so sorry.”

The blood in Bucky ran cold when over his comm a blood curling scream sounded.

“Sam, Sam, I need you to find,” Steve instructed Sam to locate you informing both men that he had gotten separated from you. But to Bucky, Steve’s voice sounded muffled, nothing compared to the screams you let out over the comms in everyone’s ears.

“Bucky, I’ll get her.” Sam’s voice tried to sound in his ear but Bucky couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t feel anything. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground as the world fell from underneath him.

“Bucky? Where are you?” Steve tried and Bucky could hear him grunt as it sounded like he was throwing his shield at a wall.

“I got her,” Sam’s voice rang over the comm. You had stopped screaming a while ago but it sounded clear on repeat in Bucky’s head.

“Was there a man?” Steve asked panting as he ran. “Big, metal helmet,” he continued and Sam cursed softly.

“No, Steve I-” Bucky had never heard Sam’s voice sound so broken. “I got to take her back right now.”

When Sam said it, Bucky felt a hand on his shoulder. Without hesitating, he snatched the hand twisting as he placed the gun to the man’s head.

“Bucky,” blue eyes met his pleading. “It’s me, Steve.” Steve looked at Bucky, hands raised in surrender as Bucky breathed. He looked like the Winter Soldier again.

“We’re out, heading back.” Sam’s voice sounded through the comms and Bucky finally lowered the gun.

“A man with a metal helmet?” Bucky growled and Steve nodded his head silently.

Bucky closed his eyes, inhaling, and when his eyes opened again Steve flinched back only seeing death behind them.

Bucky and Steve were silent the entire flight back.

Steve couldn’t look over at Bucky without seeing the red that were left on the walls at the Hydra base. He shivered, hands tightening on the handles as he lowered the jet on the ground.

Once the wheels touched the ground, Bucky was out of his seat. Heading straight to infirmary.

And when the nurse gave him your room number his eyes met Sam’s who was currently slumped in a chair right outside your door. Sam was quick to jump out of his seat. Mouth opened to speak but Bucky shoved past him, walking into your room and shutting the door before Sam could follow.

When his eyes landed on you, his breath left him.

You laid on the bed, a sheet covered up to your chest. Bandages were wrapped around your arms, chest, and neck while a tube was attached to your wrist, pumping blood into you since you had lost a lot on the field.

Bucky crashed to his knees again, his hands shaking as he kneeled at your side. Your eyes were closed and your breath shallow, his heart twisted in pain from the sight. He let out a choked-out sob as his fingers shakily took your limp hand into his. “I’m so sorry,” he gasped, his head bowing as his shoulders shaked, tears falling faster down his face.

You didn’t respond, and Bucky slumped further, “I’m so sorry.” His apologies stuttered out between tears as he held onto you like if he let go you may disappear. “Please,” he begged to you. The only noise besides his broken sniffles was your heart monitor. “Please, wake up, I can’t live in a world without your voice. Without your smile, without you.”

The door opened and closed quietly.

“She has three fractured ribs, stitches on her left thigh, minor cuts on her arms, and bruising on her neck from him...” Sam couldn’t finish the sentence. From him choking her.

Bucky didn’t turn as Steve and Sam stood by the door. His eyes only focused on your face as you breathed slowly. “They medicated her so she’ll be out for a while.” Sam mumbles but no one moves.

“I’m not leaving.” Bucky voices quietly, his hand still shaking slightly as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

When you wake up, you gasp, feeling your whole-body ache. You blink a couple of times as you slowly come to, remembering everything. You shiver, a whimper falling from your lips as you remembered the man at the Hydra base.

The machines connected to you beep softly in the still room and you feel warmth on your right hand and wrist. It hurts, but you turn your head to look and your eyes meet Bucky’s slumped form. His hand gripping yours as his head rests on your arm.

You smile softly and wiggle your arm from under him, running your fingers through his hair as he slept. He was seated in the chair beside you but half of his body was leaned forward onto your bed. Your smile grew weakly, that could not be comfortable. But your smile doesn’t last as you stare further, seeing his wet eyelashes resting above his cheeks that had clear stains of dried tears. Your heart broke.

You didn’t even realize you had let out a noise from the sight but it was enough to wake Bucky. His eyes meeting yours before he jumps up, fresh tears already flowing down his face.

The sight alone makes your own tears well as you open your arms, you needed him.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate in climbing into your bed beside you. Carefully moving himself around so he didn’t hurt you any further as he pulled you into his warm embrace.

“Thank you,” his voice shakes as he holds onto you as tight as you hold him. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He apologizes and he could feel his shirt dampen where you rested your head on it. “Missed you, missed your voice, never letting you go.” He mumbles and you whimper, burrowing your nose into his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you cry softly and his heart twists in pain again.

“Never letting you go.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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The Perfect Life

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Summary- 1.7k Dark Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark Bucky Barnes. It's been over a year since Steve and Bucky abducted you to bring you to the remote farmhouse with fields of sunflowers. Finally, Steve and Bucky have the perfect woman, pregnant with their child.

Warnings- Noncon and violent death of a major character.

A/N- This is it folks, the very end of this series. For those of you who have stuck with me, I hope that this gives some satisfaction, although I'm anticipating some disbelief. I do hope you all enjoyed this dark series. Also, beware of those people with hero complexes.

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Steve was a god among these people.

He believed this as he stalked through Stark Towers to where Tony waited for there meeting. People stopped him in awe, giving him the rush to get through these moments till he could get home to his family.

A sunflower room where you waited like the good girl they trained you to be. Waiting patiently for his all his desires, no matter how twisted they could get. After that day in the basement, you were finally the housewife he and Bucky deserved.

It was a good feeling. After all these years, he and his best friend had what they needed. It was only a matter of time before you would be all swollen, months into your pregnancy. They just found out last night with a test, but now Steve needed actual confirmation.

Excitement filled the super soldier as he recalled watching you piss on the stick. When it finally revealed that you were pregnant, he was so damn proud. He and Bucky both.

Since you couldn’t leave the house, not yet anyways, Steve was going to have Tony send a trusted physician to the farmhouse. You might be broken, but Bucky pointed out that you had a wild streak for freedom in you. After the baby was born, they would see about taking you off the desolate property. Back to civilization for a while.

After having his and Buckys child, you deserved a vacation somewhere, as a family. Steve smiled at the thought of being able to take you to the faraway places he remembered traveling to. He couldn’t wait to see your eyes light up at the wonders of the world, thanking him and Bucky over and over in that sweet way where you go to your knees, eyes shining adoringly up at them while you stuck out your tongue.

Fuck he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about you. Punching the top floor button on the elevator, Steve leaned against the glass to watch the world below get smaller, lost in his thoughts of all the ways he was going to treat you for being simply perfect for them.

When the door slipped open to the massive office, he strode off. Tony from behind his desk glanced at the clock, cocking an eyebrow. “I expected you sooner.”

Honestly Steve did too, but he got preoccupied leaving that morning.

“Come on Sweetheart, say my name.” He urged as he knelt behind you, your head tipped back to look up at him while your ass slapped back into him as hard as he was pounding you.

“Steve.” You finally moaned out in that way that could make his balls tight with the need to spill again.

“I was busy.” He informed Tony while taking a seat, one leg folding over the other and Tony gave him a knowing look.

“And how is she doing? Adjusting?”

“Y/N knows she is ours, accepted it.” Steve said happily. “It took some time, but we got through to her that this was really the best for her. She will never want for anything.”

“Not even her freedom?” Tony raised a cool brow at this question and Steve felt some doubt simmer in him, enough to make him snap a bit.

“Not even her freedom."

"Hmm, you know Cap, you and Bucky tried this with others. That field of sunflowers confirms that." Tony said darkly, making Steve tense. You certainly weren't the first. Others before you were tested, proved to not be able to withstand the life he and Bucky were willing to give you. But you didn't need to know about the scattered graves in the field of flowers, none of those women were good enough. You were perfect. "What makes her different?" Tony asked curiously.

"Because we showed her how good life with us can be," Steve said confidently. "In fact, I believe we are expecting so that will take up her time when we are not around.”

Tony’s eyes brightened in surprise, giving a snap of his hand against his desk. “Well, congratulations Cap. I'm shocked you even dragged yourself away after that news.”

“Thank you, it was a long time coming but worth the wait.” Steve got a faraway look as he thought about how long he had wanted to settle down, have his girl on his arm and a babe in hers. How Bucky would stare after him and Peggy longing for that family. Steve thought Peggy would be it, but then everything happened and dashed that dream away.

When he rejoined the world, everything changed. He thought he was all alone. A lonely life longing for what was.

Until Bucky showed up again, broken but still his best friend. That's when the idea took root for Steve, they couldn’t find a girl here to satisfy their needs, they would train one. Make her the perfect wife and mother. Steve had no issue sharing with Bucky, not when he wanted to see his best friend as happy as he was now.

With Tony’s help, that dream became a reality. It had taken over a year to get you to this point, but Steve wouldn’t change anything that had happened. You all were now so happy.

“So what do you need then? You want to bring Y/N here to have her checked out?”

Steve gave a shake of his head. “No, she isn’t ready for that yet. Can we fly someone out there?”

“Of course, I got plenty eligible people on the payroll. Jarvis, pull up a list of pediatricians in the building.”

While Tony searched for the doctor, Steve pulled out his phone to check on you. Would you be curled up in your seat, reading in the sunshine? Taking a walk with Bucky around the property? Maybe in the kitchen working on one of your wonderful apple pies for when he got home.

It took seconds of him being able to find you. Apparently he wasn’t the only one needing to be with you because currently Bucky had you on the kitchen counter, thighs gripping his waist as he fucked you. Your head was tipped back, Steve could picture the soft moans escaping you. So sweet sounding.

He was about to close the phone when he saw your hand reach behind you and panic rose in his chest.

“Dont you do it Doll.” He growled out and Tony paused in surprise.

“Everything okay Rogers?”

“Fuck.” Steve snarled as he stared at the screen. “I need to get back, right now.” He leaped up from the chair, panic wild in his eyes.

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“Tighter Doll, thatta girl, good girl.” Bucky's hot breath was buried against your neck, your arm slung around him with nails gripping his muscled back. You squeezed your thighs more, wrapped around him while you jolted against the cool counter, panting in Bucky’s ear.

“Make me cum Bucky, I need it so bad.” You whined as you nipped at his earlobe. “Put another baby in me.”

It made him groan, grinding into you and you felt yourself building up to make it end. Your body shaking as your belly clenched, needing it now. “Keep me full, Bucky, please.” You whined out again, crying out in pleasure while scratching down his back.

“I'm gonna Doll. You are so good. Fuck.” He grunted and you feathered kisses against his neck, pulling him closer against you, His forehead fell to your shoulder, his hands bruising your hips to hold you still for him to finish.

He was distracted enough to not notice your subtle movements while your moans of his name got louder, keeping him pounding you.

Your hand stretched behind you, the knife block so close now and he was distracted with finishing. Trying to drive you to finish. You couldn’t cum, not yet as much as your body wanted to loose itself, making you feel disgust with yourself for even wanting to give in.

Closer, closer, your fingers brushed the familiar wooden handle. And just as you started to quake, moments away from giving into the sensation, you pulled the knife loose.

Bucky came just as you plunged the blade into his neck, making him roar in shock and pleasure while he crashed into you.

You didn’t stop, you yanked that knife out again and went deeper with each plunge. Spurts of blood escaped him to cover you as he pushed you away with a bloody hiss while it squirted from his mouth.

You tumbled against the floor, scrambling to your feet to lunge at Bucky again, grabbing at the knife protruding from his neck and yank it out.

“Y/N, fuck, why? Fuck.” He tried smothering the grisly holes in his neck, blood running all over the place. You held the knife in front of you and scrambled further away from where he was laying on the floor, panting at the exertion of what just happened, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

It was a better feeling then any orgasm he had ever given you.

“Y/N, Steve, call Steve.” Bucky’s voice was gutted sounding, still not having processed your betrayal.

You laughed coldly while you worked your way to a stand and held onto the counter to keep from slipping in the blood on the floor. “You are delusional Bucky.”

“Do it.” He hissed, his hand slippery against his neck while he started going pale. You savored the actual look of fear in Bucky’s eyes. You imagined that was how you must have looked so many times. Having the power to be able to stare him down gave another rush of adrenaline. “Because you need us. We love-” His tone started to fade, his eyes trying to stay open.

“You love me?” You flipped the knife to aim into a downward plunge motion, this time aiming for his heart, grimacing slightly as you felt the blade push in. You loomed over him, watching his vibrant stormy eyes fade to nothing. “You were a monster, even if you loved me like you think you did.”

Prying out the knife, you fell back, the whole kitchen floor streaked red with sticky blood and you were covered in warm blood. You felt the tingle of anticipation fill you and glancing up, your eyes fell on the houses camera system.

It was like you could feel Steve’s rage and pain through the lens that was focused on you. You could just imagine his expression now, watching as you killed his best friend, the only friend you suspected. Pushing up, you made your way across the kitchen till you were standing just under it so the camera had a clear view of you, staring coldly up at it. Pulling off the dress you were wearing, you tossed it at the bloody mess that was once Barnes. With the knife still in your hand, you felt along your hip till you found the B scar Bucky gave you.

“He doesn’t own me anymore Steve.” You said out loud, taking the knife tip and slicing it across the B till it was ruined. Tears streamed down your face, cutting through the blood smeared on your face, but your smile was cold, and predatory, showing your satisfaction. The lens seemed to zoom in on you while you mouthed silently.

Come get me Steve, I’m ready for you.

You were ready to burn down your sunflower prison to the ground when Steve came for you.

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lunarbuck · 1 year

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This song is literally perfect for a bucky one shot! Probably a sad and angsts one 🥺👀

Thank you so so much for the request!!

this song is legit so sad 😭 i'm sorry in advance y'all

Our Song

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

WC: 977

Summary: nothing is the same after the snap

Warnings: THIS IS SAD!! ANGST NO HAPPY ENDING, takes place post-infinity war… , mentions of death and loss, grieving, referenced death

A/N: legit cried while writing this.... and yeah i said no happy ending but in reality, we all know what happens during end game so like,,, you catch my drift? all I'm saying is that eventually things will get better but they don't in this one shot lmao

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The dog tags around your neck sway and clink as you climb through your bedroom window onto the roof.

The moon is high in the sky on this beautiful cloudless night, and you can’t help but stare at it.

You find your way to the middle of the roof and lay down flat, pressing yourself against the plaster. Your fingers mindlessly fiddle with the dog tags, running the pads of your thumbs over the words pressed into the metal.

It’s only been a week, and it still doesn’t feel real.

Wakanda is nearly silent tonight, still mourning all the lives lost. It happened so quickly. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

You weren’t even there to make sure he wasn’t in pain; you were cooped up with a few families in town, staying safe.

Your mind constantly replays what you think happened, the way he faded away in bits and pieces like sand in the wind. He must’ve been so confused, so scared.

You’d met Bucky a year ago after his deprogramming ended. You worked in the palace, and he often visited T’Challa and Shuri. It was inevitable that your paths would cross.

Bucky was perfect. So kind and caring, he would go to the ends of the earth for you. He’d pluck the stars from the sky; he’d keep the world from turning. And you’d do it all for him too if only he asked.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve choked, face twisted in pain.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no.” Arms wrapped around you from behind as your legs collapsed, slowing your descent. You couldn’t breathe. There was no more air in the world.

Steve fell to the floor in front of you and placed his hands on the sides of your head. His tears cleared tracks in the dirt on his face.

You still couldn’t breathe.

“He- he- he put up a good fight.” The arms holding you released you, and you threw yourself at Steve, burying yourself in his chest.

He held you tightly, shaking with his sobs.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Steve held you tighter, and you gripped him harder like you were the only thing tethering the other to earth.

Steve didn’t speak for a long time, only whispering, praying, “‘Till the end of the line. ‘Till the end of the line. ‘Till the end of the line.”

‘Till the end of the line.

You struggle to take a full breath as tears spill from your eyes. Your chest shudders, your heart aches. The Wakandan grieving process is a celebration of life. It recognizes the pain but reminds everyone of the beautiful life the individual lived.

As you suck in gasping breaths, you try to remember Bucky the way he’d want you to remember him.

Smiling, laughing, happy. You try to remember the way he’d wink at you after telling a dirty joke or making you blush. The way he’d wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up, spinning you around. The way his lips felt pressed against yours, soft and sweet.

You can practically see his eyes in the stars, gleaming down at you.

Even though it’s difficult, you push yourself up, standing and stretching your limbs to the sky. You pull out your phone and scroll through your playlist until you find the song you’re looking for.

Won’t you lock me in your heart

And throw away the key

Cause I love you forever

Through eternity

You sway with the breeze, holding the phone close to your chest. Images of Bucky’s bright eyes and beautiful smile flash through your mind at the sound of the song the two of you would dance to nearly every evening.

He’d spin you around the kitchen and sing along, always the hopeless romantic.

You know that even though he’s gone, he’s still yours. He’s still your knight in shining armor, your beautiful Bucky. And you’re still his, his best girl. But it’s hard to convince yourself that as the weight of his absence presses down on you.

You don’t know how you’ll move on, how you’ll ever open yourself up to someone like you did with Bucky. There’s no one out there like him, no one for you now that he’s gone.

Today, Steve left Wakanda to head back to New York. He offered to bring you back with him, but you can’t bear to leave behind the place where you’d met Bucky, where you’d fallen in love. You can’t fathom living in a world without Bucky, one where he’s not at your side.

Each night this week, you’ve repeated the ritual. You hold on to whatever you have left of him, a ratty old henley, his dog tags, a hairband. You listen to the song even though it tears you in half, and you stay up all night. Each night, you wait for a sign, something… anything that will tell you that he’s okay.

Tonight, it still hurts, but the song brings you a new comfort. The stars shine down at you, and this time you can see his eyes, his smile. His soul, etched out in the constellations.

He’s there, just harder to see. You can live with that.

I have searched for a lifetime

For the one I could call my own

Now I found you, my darling

And I’ll never be alone

Every night, you dance with the ghost of what used to be, what you used to have. Maybe one day, the pain will lessen. Maybe one day, it’ll all make sense. Today is not that day; today doesn’t need to be that day. All you know is that tonight, Bucky is with you in the stars, and that’s all you can ask for.

We’ll be sweethearts forever

Through eternity

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Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.

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songs referenced in this fic:

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Through Eternity: Jerry Fuller

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ktficworld · 1 year

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Fighting with you in my dreams part-2

Paring: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Summary: the truth is bitter but it may lead to future sweetness.

Warning: angst and some more angst and oh! I broke the jar! Aand... Happy ending!

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A/n: you won't understand shit if you haven't read part 1, so go read part 1

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Bucky watched as Steve cupped your cheeks and said. "Take care of yourself." You smiled and kissed his palm. "Of course."

He was surprised to see you grinning, he expected you to be sad. But he guessed that you were concealing your hurt. Just like him.

But then he saw you getting confused when Steve didn't arrive back and then he did. Sitting on the bench, old. He watched as your eyes landed on the frail figure. And the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't tell you.

He watched as your dreams for a happy future crumbled in front of your eyes, facing going emotionless.

You turned to him and even with a blank face he could see the anguish and betrayal in your eyes.

"You knew?" You asked tone flat.

"He said he told you." Bucky muttered and stood there as your face didn't change.

You were calm, dangerously calm.

The air was thick. Thick with pain, deceit and suffering. It was suffocating him, so much that he couldn't look at you anymore, couldn't bear the ache in his chest anymore.

Sam's voice cut through the despair telling you that Steve wanted to talk. It didn't seize the tension only amplified it. He gazed at Sam who wore a mask of pity and concern.

"I don't think so." With those words you started to leave. He chased after you.

"Don't follow me Barnes." It felt like someone pour a bucket of cold water on him. You never called him by his last name.

But the way you were acting really concerned him so he decided to stomp on your boundaries and followed you back to the tower.

⌚

After reaching the tower he immediately marched towards your room. And his heart leaped in his chest when he heard a loud crash followed by a gutt wrenching scream. Instantly he started pounding on the door. "Sunshine open the door."

"Stay put, Barnes! " You cried out. But he vehemently refused.

"Bucky aren't you mad?" Bucky jumped as heard scattering of glass. "Doll, please calm down."

"You were his best friend. He promised to be with you, till the end of the line." He leaned his head against the door as you provoked what he was trying to suppress this whole time.

"I guess this was the end of the line." He voice trembled as he tried to withhold his emotions.

"That's bullshit and you know it. You were there when he was getting beaten up in a dirty alley, but he left you when you needed him the most!"

The kept up emotions started flowing down his cheeks. But he knew that it was not about him. "You don't need to make excuses for your pain."

You scoffed a humorless laugh. "You're right. I want to feel like I'm not the only one hurt, again."

After a bit of silence you spoke. "Bucky" Your voice was small, as if finally accepting defeat in the battlefield. He could hear the soft padding of your feet, you were coming near the door.

"Why was I not enough?" Your question tore him apart as he sunk down on the floor.

You are perfect doll." He whispered.

"No, there has to be something wrong with me. Everyone I love leaves me, is it so hard to love me? "

You were an orphan and when you tried to contact your parents, it turned out that all the contact details were false. Then came Tony who treated you like his sister and then Steve. But these two were also gone.

"I love you." Bucky said but you didn't answer so he just stayed there, listening to your lullaby of torment. And the only thing he could think was. Steve Rogers was a coward.

He heard the door unlocking and you saying. "Bucky, come inside."

He opened it as soon as those words left from your lips. You almost fell down as you were leaning against the door, Bucky caught you and knelt beside you. He looked in your eyes and his heart clenched at the sight of your eyes hollow, like someone sucked your soul.

"Bucky I want to rest." He could see that you were tired but your tears haven't dried up, apparent by the stray tear that fell from your eyes.

He nodded and gently placed your head in his lap. "I know I replace Tony, but I'll try to always be there for you."

"You are a great friend Bucky, always remember that."you quietly said. But he just lulled you to sleep, thinking when this eclipse of betrayal would be gone.

⌚

And so he did, he was there when you couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't get up from the bed. And you did the same.

He thought you were making progress, he thought you were healing.

Until oneday when Sam came running like a maniac. "Bucky, sunshine collected all the infinity stones and is nowhere to be found." Sam blurted out.

"Where is she?! "

"We're tracking her, but something is very wrong." He knew that damn well.

Thanks to strange they were able to track you quickly and he also teleported them to where you were. At a desserted mountain near a cliff, carrying the stones in a wooden box.

He immediately tried to come towards you but you shouted. "Don't come near me Or I'll chuck them down! " He backtracked when you held the box over the cliff.

Strange rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the box with his magic but stumbled back, his burnt.

"What the hell? "

"You're not the only one who knows magic." You said while glaring at strange.

"Sunshine what are you going to do? " Bucky asked and your eyes softened at this voice.

"I'm going to destroy them." You said with a voice so calm it made Bucky break into a cold sweat.

"But why?!" Sam asked trying to prolong the inevitable.

"Because they are the reason for all the trouble, " Your eyes welled up with tears. "First it was loki, then Thanos and then Tony and him." You started sobbing and fell into the ground." These give nothing but suffering. "

"No please don't do it, it's not like that. " Buck tried to talk you out of it.

"No! " You growled and clutched the box tighter to your chest. "I'm going to crush them and no one can stop me." You knelt to the ground sobbing while muttering, it's their fault, it's their fault.

They tried to persuade you but to no avail, they were losing hope and were growing extremely worried at the each passing second but then the sky grew darker, winds became violent and dust blurred their vision. Then a yellow and black figure formed in the sky.

"The infinity" Strange gasped as the goddess slowly appeared in between the clouds.

"Who's she? " Sam asked frowning as he tilted his head to get away from the dust particles.

"She is one of the most powerful cosmic entity. She could could manipulate time, energy magic and reality-" Before strange could explain further infinity spoke your name. Making everyone shiver from the intensity, except you were you, your eyes unwavering as you stared at the infinity.

Then the infinity spoke again. "You could destroy the infinity stones I won't stop you. But if you don't, I'll grant you one wish, anything you want. "

That made your face turn curious and Bucky could practically hear the gears turning in your head. "Anything? "

"Anything" The infinity replied.

"Bring back Tony, with his memories and experiences." You demanded and the surroundings fell into silence. No, he didn't think that was possible.

But infinity just smiled and said. "Granted" After that she closed her eyes and what Bucky could only describe as surreal happened.

Bit by bit a figure was formed by what looked like sand and gradually the body and face of someone familiar came into view. Tony.

"Tony you remember me? " You asked when he finally fully formed.

He looked at you incredulously and said. "Of course I remember you kiddo and, " He glanced around with a frown and continued. "What is happening here? Aren't I supposed to be dead? "

You ran towards him with a shriek, stones abandoned. Strange picked up the box and the infinity faded into the sky.

"What is going on, kiddo? " Tony asked but hugged you nonetheless.

"Tony I'll explain everything but Tony he-he's gone. 15 seconds were enough to throw away 15 years." You sobbed into his chest.

Tony instantly understood what you were saying as he hugged you tighter and said. "Sorry kiddo, I'm here now."

Even though you chose Steve's side during the accords. Tony never left you and never stopped loving you, unlike Steve. Bucky mulled over.

⌚

"... So this was the consequence of her wish."

After Bucky finished explaining, thousands of questions were running through Steve's mind. But the one that drowned out everything was.

"Why? " Steve asked in a whisper.

Bucky looked up at him and scoffed a bitter laugh. "Trust me, I have asked this to him several times but got no answer, " Bucky paused for a moment, his face solemn. "I guess she's right, 15 seconds were enough to throw away 15 years. "

Steve remain silent, his going blank as everything calmed inside him, like the haunting peace after a disaster. Exhaling loudly he got up and trudged outside of Bucky's room.

Wandering aimlessly, he came to a halt and turned to his right side. The door was ajar and dim light escaped through the crack. He soundlessly walked to the door and lightly knocked.

After a painful silence, there was a quiet 'come in' and Steve released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He pushed the door open as the door creaked slightly.

He gulped when your face came into view. Sitting on the floor with your head leaning against the bed, eyes red and puffy. You looked up at him when he froze in his spot and gestured for him to come closer.

He slowly came near you and sat beside you, not speaking a word. After a choking silence you cut the tension.

"I'm sorry. " You said quietly.

Steve's head whipped around to face you and he asked. "Why? "

You frowned at his question. "Because I yelled at you... It's not your fault. "

Steve shook his head and looked down. "It's okay I understand, " He then gently grabbed you hands and looked at with teary eyes. "Sunshine I want to stay here. "

"Why? " It was your turn to ask now.

"Because I like you and Bucky is also her, what-what your Steve did is going over my head but I can stay here and everyone can be happy. " He hastily explained. Wanting to correct a mistake he didn't commit.

But you just stared at him with an unreadable expression, sighing deeply you asked. "Is there Tony in your timeline? "

Steve was a little perplexed at your question but nodded in affirmation.

"What about Bruce? Or Thor? " You prodded gently.

"Yes, they all exist in my timeline. " Steve and pursed his lips in confusion.

Flashing a small smile and softly said. "Then I and Bucky will also be in your world. "

Steve's eyes widened as this was the first time he ever got a concrete answer to his wonderings. You came closer to him and gently touched his cheek.

"If you want to be with me then be with your sunshine. If you stay here, then what's the difference between you and him. " You said with a sad smile.

Before Steve could reply the door slammed open and your eyes went wide. You yanked on his shirt, making him fall over you. He tucked you in him when hot energy whirled pass him. Heavily slightly he turned his body and the familiar red and yellow suit came into view.

"Tony?" He called out in a daze. Tony had a fierce expression as he glared at Steve.

"Why do you keep bothering her?" Tony barked and held up his hand again to shoot him.

Steve was ready to take the shot to the chest but your scream stopped both of them.

"Tony! Are you out of your mind?" You said and pushed Steve to sit back up. Tony opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off. "It's not his fault."

Tony's face was a mixture of resignation and indignation as he huffed in surrender. "Everything is ready for your leave. Come down tomorrow and leave us for good this time." Tony said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked down accepting his fate, but suddenly a bulb went off in his head and he looked at Tony. "You have done so much for me and i'm grateful for it. But, please do me one more favor."

⌚

Steve leisurely walk on the smooth metal floor, the space was painted white with technology varying in complexity.

Sensing his presence the frail figure sitting in the centre of the spaceship turned around. When his eyes landed on Steve the man's eyebrows jump in shock as he looked Steve up and down with a look of awe and reminiscence.

Steve gave a tight lipid smile as he observed the old man. It was a quite peculiar experience to come face-to-face with his old self. "Hello, Mr. Rogers" Young Steve greeted.

Old Steve chuckled at this and said. "Hello to you too, Mr. Rogers. Please have a sit. " Old Steve gestured to the chair next to him.

Young Steve strolled over to the chair and sat beside old Steve.

"So, I take it you already know about this whole," Young Steve furrowed his brows to search for the appropriate word. "Situation." He said and glanced up at older Steve.

Older Steve huffed out a laugh. "Yes, was told as soon as the spaceship landed. I'm surprised they let you come here! " He then turned to young Steve. "What do you want to ask? "

Young Steve smiled lopsidedly. " Just Anything and everything you could tell me. "

And that's exactly what he did. He told him everything, about war and then waking up in the present time and it's struggles. He also gave young Steve a lot of advice and his pitfalls without disclosing any events, which young Steve found impressive.

They were so engrossed in the conversation that they lost track of time. The spell was broken when young Steve's phone started to ring. He smiled apologetically to the old Steve and picked up the phone.

"Hello, yeah I'm coming. Sorry. " He hastily ended the call and turned to old Steve.

"I think it's time. " He said and old Steve nodded with a half smile.

Young Steve stood and turned around to leave but the question that he desperately wanted to be answered finally gave him enough courage to turn back around.

"I have one more question, " He said and old Steve nodded for him to continue. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a deep breath and asked. "Was it worth it? "

He didn't need to elaborate as the smile on old Steve's face fader way and a heavy silence settled between them. Old Steve didn't say anything but his eyed said a thousand words.

And those words were enough for young Steve. "Thank you, I got my answer. " He said with a solemn voice and walked out of the ship.

⌚

"What took you so long? " You chastised him as soon as he got off the bike. You had your hands on your waist and an angry frown sat between brows. But you looked adorable more than angry.

"I'm sorry, lost track of time. " He apologized with a smile and came to stand in front of you.

Time stopped for that moment as you both stared at each other. Steve saw your eyes well up and you let a slithered of affection glide in your eyes. Why would anyone want to give up this?

"Time to get the fuck out of here, Rogers. " Tony called out from his computer and the trance was broken just like that.

"Time to go. " Steve said longing in his voice. You sputtered a teary chuckle and a nod.

He hugged Bucky who patted his back and gave a small smile. He did this before, didn't he? He then went to Sam and pulled him in an embrace.

At last he he slowly walked towards you, he was reluctant but he took a deep breath and hugged you.

You were clearly taken aback as you stiffened in his embrace and your hands froze at your sides. He was not at all expecting you to reciprocate, he just wanted to savor your feeling, he didn't know how long he would have to wait to meet you.

However, you took a deep breath and relaxed in his embrace. And what made him shut his eyes was when you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tighter. He also felt his uniform dampen with your tears. After sometime you gently pushed him away and looked away.

Steve looked at you for one last time and then stepped onto the platform. He closed his eyes as birds chirped in the background, leaves rustled and the staccato of of computer keys filled his ears.

His eyes flew open when the calming and melodies sound were replaced why screams and grunts. Steve looked around, smiled in melancholy, picked up his shield and began fighting hydra agents in the dirty abandoned warehouse.

⌚

Steve strolled across the tulip garden with a nostalgic smile. He still vividly remembers that day, even though the ending was unexpected and bad, it was still something he cherished. The way your eyes lit up at the beautiful sight, how you ran deeper into the garden and how-

"Ouch! "

"I'm sorry! " Steve apologized as soon as he collided with someone. He looked forward to check the person but his breath caught in his throat and his heart jumped.

Same eyes, same same lips, same face. It was you. Steve stared at you with astonishment as bend down to pick up your fallen stuff, your yellow dress fluttering in the air and the colour making your complexion pop. Yes! Finally.

"You are lucky you're captain America. " You said out of the blew and Steve had to blinked a couple time to get rid of the stunned look.

"Well I guess it has it's advantage. " Steve said with a lopsided grin and you shook your head.

"You broke my camera! " You barked and waved you now broken camera.

Steve looked at you with a sorry expression and slowly walked near you. "It's beyond repair, " He drawled out as he gingerly touched it. He then looked at your cute angry face and asked. "How about we discuss the compensation with a cup of coffee? " He whispered, his face mere inches away from yours.

You were caught off guard as you looked at him with wide eyes. He was bad at flirting so he prayed you got his hint.

"Smooth motherfucker. " You muttered, biting back a grin as you started to walk lit of the garden.

Steve didn't even mind the swear word as he happily began following you like a lost puppy. "Thanks, y/n."

You halted at that and whirled around to face him with a confused frown etched between your brows. "How do you know my name? "

Steve smiled and effortlessly took your place as the leading party, with now you following him. "Just a hunch. " Steve shrugged his shoulders a d slightly turned his head to throw a wink at you.

⌚

The night was dark but calming, the cold breeze was pleasant as it gilded through the window you had opened for some coolness as you didn't want to turn on AC because the price of gas was already too high and you didn't want to break your bank.

You drived aimlessly through the New York's road with a melancholic smile. It's been a week since Steve returned to his universe. You would be a liar if you said that those couple of days with were fine. They were torture, putting on a happy face while feeling like a knife was slicing through your chest everytime you interacted with him.

It did boil up to a breaking point, where you just couldn't take it anymore and the emotions burst out, like a dame breaking due to an earthquake. At first you regretted it but then after Bucky told Steve everything, it felt relaxing.

The day of his departure he ahd asked to meet him. Tony gave him the location as you didn't even want to utter his name. So, you didn't ask and he didn't tell. But, when he hugged you and bid goodbye. It felt like the goodbye you wanted, maybe even the goodbye you needed.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you mulled over, well everything. Maybe it was time to move on. You had the most wonderful people in your life, who stuck with you through thick and thin, what else could you wish for? Plus, some nice therapy would help.

You smiled as you came closer to your favorite bridge, where you had watched countless sunsets and sunrise. But your smile quickly turned into a scowl when you saw a man there. Like okay, you knew that New York City never slept but why here of all the places? Why was he raining on your parade?

You pouted and quietly got out of your car. Soundlessly you walked to the bridge and stood there as rigid as a sculpture, because the last thing you wanted was to communicate with a stranger.

You had just started to relax thinking that the gods might have made you invisible when-

"Oh! Hello. " A deep voice called out.

You screwed your eyes shut and groaned under your breath. Plastering a sweet smile you turned to the man.

"Hi... " You trailed off and you might cry about this later but you couldn't help it. The man was gorgeous, blue eyes, with beard and fluffy hair, tall and muscular physique. Your mind did warn you he could be a serial killer so you also looked out for that.

"Nice to see an Avenger here. " He said with a smile that made your heart flutter.

You smiled bashfully and walked beside him. "Well I just sit behind a desk and stare at a computer screen all day long, not really Avengery. " You turned your head slightly and my oh, was his side profile something to marvel at. "What so you go? "

"I'm an ADA. " He replied with a glance throw at your way.

All the color drained from your face and you asked with dread. "Are you here to secretly interrogate me for the murder I committed? "

"What do you mean?! " He asked with a serious and dark tone.

"Yeah, the cockroach I killed today in my bathroom. "

The man paused, looked at you and then burst into a fit of laughter, while clutching his chest.

"You got me there! " He said while wiping off some tears.

"I'm a regular here, never saw you before? " You softly asked as the sun began to rise.

"I'm travelling to New York. " He whispered.

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask. "Traveling or running away? " Dammit. You shouldn't have asked, but why did his eyes had the same glint as you?

He didn't reply for a long time and you thought he might have just left, offended by your insinuation.

"Maybe both. " He said in a whisper and you glanced at him. The soft rays of the sun making his face look... Mesmerizing.

"Finally sunrise, " You said and then leaned your head closer to him. "I would really like some coffee and muffins. "

He glanced at you from the corner of his and quirked a brow. "Me too, " He said and leaned closer to you, just like you did, making your breath hitch. "But you're driving. " He declared.

You jumped so back you were afraid you might fall flat on your butt. "No way, I have a shitty SUV! And you have, " You searched for his car and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "AUDI! "

You practically drooled at the sleak, black car. You slowly walked up to the car and twisted your body to every angle you could to admire the beauty.

"I think you are more interested in my car than me. " The man said through a chuckle as he walked towards you, who had now crawled over the hood of the car like a sweet kitten.

You looked up from where you had made yourself comfortable as the rising sun slightly warmed the chilly air. "Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty, Mr... " Your eyes widened as it finally hit you that you never asked for his name.

You sheepishly looked up from your lashes when he eventually reached you. He smirked and said. "Barber, Andy Barber. "

You told your name as well and said. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hairdresser. " You giggled like a fool when he shot you the dirtiest look you have ever seen.

"Okay since you do not want to drive then how about we walk to a nearest cafe? " Andy proposed and came around to the front of the car.

You put a finger on your chin and pretend to think. "Ahhh, I'm ready for this offer but in return if my car gets stolen then you'd had to fight my case, pro bono, deal? " You asked ina a chirpy voice and stretched out your hand.

Andy glanced down at your hand and then back at you. He put his hand in yours and you thought he would shake it but he gently yanked on it, making you fall of the hood and crash straight into his chest.

"Deal" He whispered in your ear making you release a shuddery breath and your heart to thump in your ribcage.

You pushed him away with a small smile and started walking in the direction of the nearest cafe. You waited for awhile but a grin broke out on your face when you heard heavy footsteps approaching you.

You glanced to your side when his cologne filled your nostrils. He glanced at you as well and came closer to you, your bodies grazing each other.

You bit back a smile and gazed into his cerulean eyes. "Soo, what's next Mr. Barber?"

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Heyo! For the wrapped ask, number 13? Stucky?

Also just wanted to say you’re one of my favourite fic authors I’ve found in a while ❤️ I often anticipate the smutty stuff the most but in your fics I enjoy the in-betweens so much! The way your write children is simultaneously the most warm yet hilarious prose and it always feels so much more lifelike than I often read? Having kids probably helps lol. Sorry I’m just rambling on but you’ve brought me a lot of comfort in the past few months and I appreciate you a lot

Hope you have a good one!!! :)

Thank you for the amazingly kind sweet words - so encouraging - flattery will get you everywhere, so here is a 2500 word smutty fic inspired by this wistful little love song, and yes, I wrote this whole fucking thing last night laying in bed and edited it today in between work calls because I have ADHD, we've talked about this, my brain is very good at doing exactly what it wants and sometimes our interests align and things like this happen.

I listened to this album (So Jealous) on repeat when writing the sad chapters of my fic Tension and Tonic, so not surprised this song ended up in my top songs nor in the direction this story took.

Tegan and Sarah - Take Me Anywhere

Warning this is smutty with graphic sexytimes.

“Stop making me laugh. I'm trying to be sexy," Steve laughs.

"If you can't laugh and be sexy what are you even doing, sweetheart," Bucky drawls back and that's probably when Steve fell in love with Bucky. Unfortunately it was also during their first hook up. It was decent enough - mutual blow jobs. Bucky clearly knew what he was doing. On the surface nothing too different than Steve’s normal routine of finding a guy and blowing off some steam, but there were a lot of subtle red flags that should have warned Steve to run like hell.

Like how entranced Steve was when it was his turn to make Bucky feel good. Bucky, with his dancer's grace, with the asymmetry of his missing arm making the lines of him more perfect somehow, his long hair falling loose into his face, framing his perfect jawline, the pink O of his mouth, the dark smudge of his eyelashes. The way his elegant fingers fluttered so tenderly along Steve's cheek when he sucked in. It was. Lovely. Bucky is lovely. Lovable. It's a problem.

That first time Bucky had sort of folded Steve into his body after, pulling him up onto the couch and burying his face in Steve's hair in a way that normally would have made Steve bristle because he is small but he's not a fucking stuffed animal. But Bucky hummed and sighed in this contented way. Bucky is all bones and muscular and yet fluid and it feels powerful to be held so desperately by someone like that.

"Sorry I’m a cuddler, just shove me off when you get sick of me," Bucky hums, and laughs after a minute, and lets Steve go. "Don't make fun of me, I can't have sex with out snuggling, I should have warned you in the Grindr chat," and Bucky is easy and lax and happy and Steve could have maybe stayed longer without it being weird, but by then, he kind of wanted to stay forever so he definitely needed to go right away.

Bucky is a former ballet dancer. Well, he still dances actually, but he was a principal with the New York City Ballet till he lost his arm, a story he shrugs off easily. "My ma always said I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached and turns out it's the same for my arm? I called the Coney Island lost and found, but it wasn't there? Just kidding, it was a car accident, just glad I'm alive." He's the assistant director of fundraising for the ballet now, and does some choreography too, Steve's not sure how it all works, but Bucky is happy and charming and Steve would definitely hand over all his money to fund the ballet if Bucky had asked him. But. Bucky's never asked him to donate to the ballet. They don't talk about work stuff beyond the minimum. Steve’s just happy they talk at all.

The next week Steve's phone pings and it's Bucky on Grindr again, and apparently Bucky had a shit day and wants to get fucked, and he likes Steve's dick so, well, does Steve top? Steve saves his work, stops his time tracker, and that's all the graphics that are getting designed for today. He changes out of his work from home sweats and puts on his date jeans, and heads over to Bucky's place to take them back off again. Bucky's wearing a suit, his hair slicked back, and the arm of the suit neatly tailored up. He looks amazing, his tie just a little loose around his neck, his eyes lazy and suggestive, moving right into Steve's space and dipping his head down for a kiss before Steve can even say hello.

Steve can work with that, he pushes Bucky into the wall and spreads Bucky’s legs enough so that they're the same height and untucks Bucky's shirt so he can feel up his slim frame. Steve moves Bucky through his apartment and into his bed, and climbs on top of Bucky, and Bucky reaches into the bedtime table for lube and condoms and it's good, it's so good, and Steve can't recommend fucking a ballerina or whatever a guy ballet dancer is any higher, especially when Bucky bites hard into Steve's shoulder and keens desperately and more and more until Steve's ready to last forever if Bucky needs him to, except then Bucky's shaking apart with his one hand in Steve's hair and kissing him messily all teeth and heaving breath and that's fine. Steve loves Bucky's teeth.

After, Steve's forcibly cuddled by Bucky again, which is fine because Steve's legs are kind of rubbery because he's not as athletic as Bucky - then again, who is.

Steve cuddles with Bucky and listens to him ramble on about nothing in particular before sliding back into his date jeans and letting himself out. In his head tells himself this is a business transaction more or less. Steve is a consultant who knows how to do authentic and meaningful work for his clients and move on. A skillshare of sorts.

It sort of becomes a Friday night thing. Most Friday nights Bucky seems to have some kind of high end fundraiser related to his work at the ballet. It makes sense that Bucky can’t be hunting for a hookup while representing his work, so it’s perfectly logical that he’d touch base with Steve after for a bit of no strings attached fun. Steve doesn’t see any need to tell Bucky that he’s not seeing anyone else and also that he’d love to be Bucky’s boyfriend because, haha, what? Why would he say that?

Honestly, they barely know each other beyond Steve having every inch of Bucky’s flexible, lovely body memorized. Steve’s favorite parts are the imperfections, the freckles, the scars, the cowlick that makes his hair stick up funny if he doesn’t slather product in it. He doesn’t mention it, because what kind of asshole would mention it, but he’s transfixed by the way Bucky adapts to having one arm, because it’s just so fucking beautiful. It draws the eye, the way his liquid grace casually defies gravity. It often seems his momentum should go one way, but it seamlessly flows another, and Steve wants to draw Bucky or at least take a picture of him. But they don’t do that.

"I looked up your art," Bucky murmurs into Steve's hair one evening during their post coital cling session that maybe gets a little longer every week. Steve kind of freezes because what? He didn’t realize Bucky even knew his last name? "It's good. You're pretty badass. It's impressive. I can't draw for shit, so I was curious what kind of art you do. Maybe we could commission you at the ballet, you like drawing ballet shoes and legs and shit?"

"Oh," Steve says because, like, seriously, Bucky, do you not know what a hookup is? Steve should be getting dressed right now, not letting Bucky lazily slide his hand up and down Steve's back while talking about his art.

"It's dynamic, lots of movement, reminded me of dancing. Maybe I have a dancing brain. Everything reminds me of dancing," Bucky laughs, and his breath is hot into Steve's hair, and Steve laughs too, because laughter is the appropriate response and also dear oh dear. Yeah. Bucky Barnes is lovable.

"You had heart surgery?" Bucky asks in a sudden subject change. And Steve wonders for a minute how Bucky knows that. In his defense, he's drunk on sex endorphins and being stroked like a kitten and practically purring.

"Yeah, couple of em," Steve says. It's such an enormous scar. Obviously Bucky noticed the damn thing, they’ve been naked together close to a dozen times.

"It's all ticking away alright now though?" Bucky says softly, and Steve huffs a yes and pulls back before he falls asleep. "Should I not have asked? I feel like I have no filter about scars and shit since I got de-armed. It's like, I dunno. My injury is the first thing everyone sees. You're probably as bored as I am of talking about it."

"Did you ever have a filter?" Steve teases, and Bucky laughs hard, his head thrown back with joy, and that feels good. "Yeah, Buck, I'm pretty healthy these days."

Steve manages to escape a little while later. He looks up videos of Bucky dancing. It's only fair if Bucky's been looking up Steve's art. What he does next in the privacy of his own home when he sees Bucky's thighs in those ballet tights is his own business. All of the videos are from before the car accident. Bucky looks strange with two arms, off balance and overloaded, which makes absolutely no sense, but Steve’s just so used to Bucky’s body how it is now.

They meet up the next week, and Bucky’s freshly showered from a dance performance, which, Steve didn’t realize Bucky was performing anymore, let alone today. Bucky’s full of adrenaline and way pushier than normal, taking Steve’s mouth and getting Steve up against the wall. Usually Steve doesn’t like to be pushed around, but he trusts Bucky by now. He’s really a super nice guy. Steve couldn’t be luckier in having such a convenient sex arrangement with such a beautiful, kind, sexually compatible person. This is a thought he has briefly before Bucky grabs him by the crotch and presses their shoulders together hard, slamming Steve into the wall, and Steve’s mind kind of whites out.

After they’re laying on the floor in the hallway of Bucky’s apartment, huffing and limp and half dressed. Steve reaches into his jacket pocket, (how convenient they are still right there by the door) and takes a puff of his inhaler.

“Shit, you ok?” Bucky asks in surprise.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m cat-sitting for a friend, got my allergies up, and you know, I know that wasn’t enough exertion to get your heart rate up, but some of us mere mortals have physical limits.”

Bucky laughs dryly. “My heart rate was up Steve. Before the physical exertion started, actually though,” he adds softly. And what is that supposed to mean?

Steve lays in bed awake half the night trying to decide if he should go to Bucky’s dance performance the next night. It’s in a massive hall, there’s no way Bucky would know. Is it too intimate? Is it too stalkery? Does he mention it after if he goes? Is it weirder if he goes and doesn’t mention it? That would be weird if he doesn’t mention it, so okay he has to mention it but does he mention it before or after he goes? The tickets are expensive too, so then it’s weird like, does he seem like he’s trying to score free tickets if he mentions it before? But then Bucky seems like the type to be annoyed if Steve pays when Bucky has free tickets on offer. Ugh.

In the end, Steve goes, and he buys the ticket and doesn’t tell Bucky, and he cries because Bucky’s dancing is amazing, and breathtaking, and every adjective, and Steve could draw only Bucky for the rest of his life and not have captured the lines, the strength of him, the defiance. He wants to explain to the person next to him that he’s not crying because he’s like inspired that Bucky is disabled, but because he’s in love with Bucky, and it’s one thing to suspect the guy you’ve been fucking with no strings attached every Friday night for months is perfect, but it’s another thing to have it proven.

Steve doesn’t mention to Bucky that he went to his performance, but he tries to put it into the way he touches Bucky the next week. Reverent. He spends close to an hour opening Bucky up with his mouth and fingers, and the sounds Bucky makes when Steve finally enters him, kissing him gently down his neck, the way Bucky’s out of athletic moves to try and wow Steve with, but just transcendently arching up, helpless with pleasure, that’s how Steve lets Bucky know he saw him dance, and he loved it, and he loves Bucky.

That night, Bucky asks him to stay the night, and Steve actually has an early Saturday meeting with a client, he’s not making it up, he even shows Bucky the calendar note, and Bucky laughs happily, and says it isn’t a big deal. But. It seems like a big deal. Steve makes sure not to schedule anything the next Saturday, in case Bucky asks again, but Bucky doesn’t ask again. Which is fine.

Then something strange happens. Steve’s locking up Wanda’s apartment from checking on her cat, and his phone pings, and it’s Bucky via Grindr, asking for Steve’s phone number. It’s actually super weird they haven’t done the phone number thing yet, honestly, Steve doesn’t even use Grindr except to confirm his weekly dates with Bucky. Steve sends his number over as he’s walking to the subway to head back home, it’s only one stop, but it’s cold.

Bucky texts him right away, asking him what he’s doing Friday. Steve says he’s open, because, duh? At this point, Steve would turn down the presidential medal of freedom if the ceremony was on a Friday night between 10 pm and midnight.

Bucky asks him what he’s doing at 6 pm on Friday, and that’s new. They almost never hang out before 10 pm, or whenever Bucky’s fundraising events wrap up. Steve’s not doing anything in particular, and says as much. Bucky asks if he’d hate wearing a suit and getting free wine? And Steve does not, in fact, hate free wine. He also has a decent suit, he thinks it’s pretty stylish still, he had it tailored a few years ago, but men’s styles don’t change as fast as women’s, which is a relief when you are not a standard human male size and have to have all your clothes custom fit to make sure you don’t look like a child wearing their dad’s dress up clothes.

Bucky asks if Steve would want to meet up with him at his fundraiser on Friday, it’s at an art gallery, and the art reminded him of Steve. Steve feels his heart pound.

S: I like free wine, wearing suits, and art galleries. Sure.

B: Another question.

S: I also like answering questions

B: Do you like holding hands?

S: Depends on the hand.

B: I mean, I only have the one.

Steve feels dizzy.

S: Yes, I would like holding your hand. One is sufficient for my needs.

B: And you would like holding my hand and going somewhere with me on a date?

S: You could take me anywhere.

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