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nothing to lose

summary: after you start dating steve, it strikes a nerve with bucky, and your friendship may never be the same

pairing: frat!stucky x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: college au, poly relationship, perceived cheating (but not really), cheesy confessions, bucky is an idiot but so is everyone else so it's ok

a/n: so this is a part two to a fic i wrote this summer, which was originally supposed to be just a steve fic, but i ended up leaning into the stucky vibes i created and wrote this. i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy it - please make sure to reblog and comment!

please make sure to read part one first!

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You woke up the next morning with two pairs of arms wrapped around you - Bucky still snoring softly on one side and a fondly smiling Steve on the other.

“Mornin’,” he said, gently cupping your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek bone. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, almost like he didn’t know if he was allowed.

“Good morning,” you replied, returning his smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Once Bucky stopped trying to grab my ass from across the bed? Pretty great.”

That startled a loud laugh out of you, and Bucky shushed you, messily pressing a finger to your face - you think he may have been aiming for your lips - before rolling over.

You stared at Steve’s face, taking in the flecks of green in his blue eyes and the freckles lightly dusting his nose, and thought about how you had wasted so much time when he could have been yours.

“Did you mean it?” His words snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes met his.

Your own hand reached to cup his face, and you laid like that, just looking into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Of course I did, every single word.”

The smile that broke across his face lit you up inside, warming you even more than the two bodies encasing you. Your lips found each other then, a slow kiss that said more than any amount of words could. When one of his hands found your waist, gripping tight as he nipped at your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.

He tried to swallow it down, mindful that Bucky was still asleep beside you, but it was too late.

“If you’re going to fuck in my bed, at least let me join in.”

You laughed as Bucky’s arms came around you again, and Steve gave him a friendly shove, but you saw the blush in his cheeks, and you were surprised by how much you didn’t hate the idea.

By the time you made your way downstairs, it was well after noon and there were sounds of a meal being cooked in the kitchen.

You stepped onto the cool tile, both Steve and Bucky following close behind you, and found Sam nursing a bottle of water, Peter laying with his head in his arms at the kitchen table, and Natasha cheerily making pancakes, no sign of a hangover in sight.

Despite you relatively sobering up towards the end of the night, you still grabbed a bottle of water and the painkillers on the table, handing them to Bucky - who had his hood up and looked like he would rather be dead - as well.

Steve, as was the case with most Sunday mornings, joined Nat in the typical “look at these hungover idiots” conversation while said hungover idiots waited patiently for breakfast to be done.

Once everyone had eaten their fill and the worst of your hangovers started to wear off, Nat and Sam exchanged a look, and you were already rolling your eyes.

“So, you finally made a move, huh?” Same teased, winking at Steve. “It only took four years.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve tried to act nonchalant, but you could see the tell-tale blush across his cheeks as he slung an arm over the back of your chair, and you leaned into his side.

Peter, always the last to get it - despite the fact that he was graduating top of your class, the boy really lacked in the common sense department - finally put two and two together and his eyes went wide.

“Congrats, Steve! But what about -” His words were quickly cut off by Nat throwing a fork at him, though he caught it mere inches from his face. You wanted to question him, but Nat started talking about something Scott had done the night before.

As everyone else joined in, you were so caught up in the conversation that you missed the sad but pointed look Natasha gave Bucky.

It took about a week for you to notice.

You and Steve had been pretty caught up in each other, keeping to yourselves more than usual, but by the time Nat knocked on your apartment door, you had started scheming up a plan to corner Bucky.

With a glass of wine in your hand, you let her in and made your way to the kitchen to pour another.

“Have you talked to Buck lately?” She sounded casual, which you knew meant she was anything but casual.

“I was actually about to invite him over. Why?”

She let out a soft hum, noncommittal, and you eyed her warily.

“What did I do?” you sighed, because she always knew before you did. Always.

“Oh nothing.” It was never nothing.

“Natasha,” you whined, and she repeated your name in the same tone.

“Talk to him,” she ordered, draining the glass in her hands. “Please.”

And it was that whisper as she left your apartment that left you wondering how bad you had fucked up.

It was the next day, as Bucky sat on your couch for your usual movie night, that you finally got some kind of answer.

“Hey Buck,” you hedged as you scooted to face him, “how are you?”

He looked like a deer in headlights. “Me? I’m fine.”

“You didn’t come out with us last night.”

“I was tired.”

“Or game night before.”

“Busy.”

“Or to Nat’s last recital.”

“She knows why.”

Fine, if he was going to play stupid, you were going to have to play dirty.

You inched closer to him as he stared straight ahead at the TV, pretending not to notice.

In one quick motion, you tackled him onto the couch, tickling him as you straddled his hips. Since you were little, it was the most surefire way to get what you wanted from him. You couldn’t remember a time it hadn’t worked.

Except the last time you tried it you had been about 13, and now he was much taller and much stronger than you, so it took almost no effort for him to flip the tables, pinning you underneath him instead.

Your chest heaved, out of breath from the small amount of exertion, and when you looked up, Bucky’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan across your face.

So close you could- no. You were dating Steve. Bucky was your best friend. You were dating Steve.

Still, despite yourself, your eyes flicked to his lips and back up to his eyes, while he was doing the same. Before you could even think to move away, his lips were coming down over yours.

It lasted half a second, a short kiss packed full of emotion.

And then he was all but flying off of you, staggering and mumbling to himself. All you could make out was Steve and sorry, and you tried to make your way towards him, tried to calm him down, but he stayed out of your reach.

“Talk to Steve,” he said finally. “I’m sorry I- just- just talk to Steve. Please.”

And then you were left standing alone in your living room.

You paced the length of your apartment, trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to call Natasha, but you needed to talk to Steve first. But this wasn’t a conversation you could have with Steve over the phone. But if you showed up to their frat house, there was a chance you might run into Bucky first.

It took you all of five seconds to decide, and then you were shoving your feet in a pair of shoes and driving towards Steve.

There was no one in the living room when you walked in, and you didn’t pass anyone as you walked up the stairs. The house was a ghost town.

Steve was studying when you finally got to his room, and he broke into a smile at the sight of you, only for it to fall when he took in how distraught you looked.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” But something in his tone made you think he already knew.

“Bucky- he- oh Steve, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke, a sob coming through, and you felt sick to your stomach with guilt - not from the kiss, but the fact that you even wanted it.

He held you in his arms, and the guilt racked up even more as he stroked your back gently, whispering that everything would be okay. You didn’t deserve it.

“We were gonna wait to talk to you together. I guess he couldn’t wait.”

And that finally calmed down your tears, confusion settling just beside the pit in your stomach.

“What? What do you mean?” His hand stilled, now timid, and your confusion grew tenfold. “Steve, what do you mean?”

“He, well, we were going to talk to you. About our relationship.”

“Mine and yours?”

“Not exactly.” The voice came from behind you, and you turned to see Bucky there, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, looking like he didn’t think he belonged there.

But he always belonged with you and Steve.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Steve spoke. “I was going to come over in a little bit, so the three of us could… sort things out.”

He sounded unsure, like maybe your reaction had changed his mind, but you shook your head.

“I -” You tried to speak, wanted to explain, but Bucky interrupted her.

“I kissed her.” You felt your face heat, shame coursing through you. “I tried to wait but… you know.”

“I know, Buck.” Steve held his arm out, beckoning him, and the three of you stayed like that, pressed together, and you felt so safe; you wanted to stay there between them forever.

Your boys.

“So,” you pulled back, looking at each of them, “care to explain a little bit?”

Steve tugged you towards the bed, still staying close, and Bucky followed suit. It was like neither of them could bear to stop touching you.

“Well,” Steve started, “I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your chest at the confession, and then Bucky spoke, “But I love you too. Have since we were 14 and you punch Quentin Beck in the face for making fun of my arm.”

The same arm that was tracing circles on your thigh now, cool metal seeping through denim, and he continued, “I always joked about it, us, because I was scared of losing you. Then I met Steve, and I loved him too.

“Then he met you, and it just seemed like it could be perfect. But I was still scared, then the two of you got together and I thought it was a lost cause.”

“And Bucky was never subtle,” Steve gave Bucky a pointed look, “I mean, the man joked about us being a throuple for the last three years, and it didn’t take me very long to realize he was never fully joking.”

You giggled, despite the tears now welling in your eyes again, and Bucky at least had the good sense to look sheepish. The pieces were falling into place, and it was turning out to be more than you could have ever hoped for.

“Turns out I love you idiots, too.” Their smiles were worth everything. “Now I need both of you to kiss me before I start crying again.”

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, then turned your head and enveloped your lips in a kiss so passionate you were sure he could taste the tears now streaming down your face.

Steve wasted no time in turning you towards him and as he kissed you, Bucky placed kisses along your shoulder and neck, and you melted into them.

A bright smile lit the room as they shared a kiss across your body and in that moment, everything felt right.

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