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missvelvetsstuff · 8 months
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The Wrong One
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.
8. The Storm pt 1
Warnings: swearing, angst, pregnancy stuff, lite smut- fingering and dirty talk
When Y/N officially entered her 7th month she was exhausted and had a hard time finding clothes she can afford that fit comfortably. Even when she found pants that fit around her belly, they were too short and tall sizes were too expensive.
After grumbling about it to Pepper Y/N had to get off of the phone and find something to eat.
She realized how spoiled Bucky had her when prep time was a primary factor in deciding what to eat. She sighed and grabbed a yogurt. The baby, her little girl, was so big that she couldn't eat much food at one sitting.
The doorbell rang, she checked the app on her phone for the doorbell camera and saw it was a delivery. She opened the door and the delivery men wheeled a full rack of clothes, dresses and blouses, plus 2 large boxes with the name of a high end maternity boutique that specialized in tall sizes.
She shook her head, only one person could have done this. She picked up her phone when it picked up "Pepper. What did you do?"
Pepper laughed "Since you're calling me I'm pretty sure you know what I did. You need clothes that fit and are comfortable. Plus, I can afford it and I want to help."
Y/N felt her throat tighten "You didn't need to. I mean, thank you but it's really too much. I'll probably have this kid before I get a chance to wear most of it."
"Advice to a first time mom. Hold on to the clothes, it'll take a bit for your belly to go down after she's born and maternity clothes are more comfortable. At least they were for me."
Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes, thanked Pepper again then quickly hung up before she started bawling.
While she was going through the clothes her doorbell rang again but this time it was expected because Bucky had just returned from Europe, helping Sam deal with the Flag Smashers, and was bringing her lunch.
She tried to hug him but had to settle on a sideways half hug and a kiss on the cheek, because her belly was always in the way.
Bucky laughed when he felt the baby kicking against his hand "There's my little girl." He leaned down to her bump "You bein a good girl for mama? Letting her sleep?"
Y/N laughed "No she doesn't. She likes to practice her kick boxing on my bladder but only late at night. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get a good nights sleep again."
He took her hand "Don't worry doll. Won't be long before you have that little one in your arms."
She felt a spark at his touch and inhaled sharply, these hormones were making her crazy- happy, sad, horny. But she was scared, after Steve she didn't know how to trust someone again. Bucky had been such a good friend, she didn't know how She would have made it through all this without him. She didn't think he returned her feelings, besides being his friend's ex She had a baby coming. She was sure Bucky wouldn't want that kind of responsibility right now.
She shook it off and turned to set the table.
Bucky did feel it but didn't want to pressure her or add more drama for her to deal with.
They sat down to eat before he commented "So is this like one of those pop up deals?" Gesturing at the living room where almost every surface had clothing laid out over it.
She giggled "No, I was complaining to Pepper about the difficulty finding maternity clothes for tall sizes and a couple of hours later this showed up at my door. I was just going through it all and tried on a couple of things."
She shrugged "there are even a couple of cocktail dresses in there that I doubt I'll ever need, my life is nowhere near as exciting or glamorous as Peppers."
Bucky looked at her confused "Didn't Pepper tell you? I was going to see if you wanted to go with me."
"Go with you to what?"
Bucky tensed "There's a fundraising gala for a veterans charity that Sam and I started, this weekend. I don't like going to events with crowds but veterans were neglected before the Blip. Now with countries trying to deal with all the people that came back, veterans are worse off. I figure if I can help I should. Pepper is involved as well and we thought you might want to come."
He smiled at her.
She shook her head "I don't know Bucky, I'm really nervous about going out ever since Steve disappeared."
"I know doll but you can't let him control you. Sam will be there and I, I mean, we, we wouldn't let anything happen to you. There are expected to be a lot of big names so security will be tight.
I'll always take care of my best girls."
She felt her face heat up, just like every other time he used his little endearments. She wasn't even sure he realized he was doing it.
"I don't know, that kind of stress isn't good for the baby."
Bucky pulled her close "I know you're scared doll, I'm just worried about you, you've become kind of a hermit. I promise I won't leave your side all night." He kissed her forehead "Why don't you try on one of those fancy dresses, maybe seeing yourself in it will inspire."
She groaned "I'll look like a huge pregnant woman with a fancy bolt of fabric draped over me." She pulled one of the dresses off the rack "I mean really, look at this thing" held the dress up for him to look at.
Bucky shrugged "Hard to tell anything until you put it on."
She shook her head "I'm not modeling for you right now but I guess I'll go to your dumb party. I'm not staying all night, just a couple of hours and if Steve shows up I'm out."
Bucky sighed "It'll be fun, trust me."
"Ok, I said I would go."
Bucky was quiet for awhile but couldn't help himself "How are you feeling? Are you having those higgs boson contractions?"
She laughed "It's Braxton hicks contractions. Higgs boson is the God particle, silly."
Bucky blushed "Hey, I was close. Anyhow are you? Having them I mean."
She smiled at him "Yes, a lot. Helen said they would be picking up. She also told me what is normal and what I need to get to the hospital for. I'm fine right now. Except for this little girl beating me up from the inside out."
Bucky looked at her hopefully "Is she moving now? Can I feel?"
She nodded and released a tiny moan when Bucky started rubbing her belly. She felt his touch deep inside her and tried to keep control. She was so damn horny all the time and her toys weren't helping.
Bucky heard that little moan and tensed a bit. He could smell her arousal and couldn't think of much else besides finding out if she tasted as good as she smelled.
His hand rubbed lower until he was massaging the bottom of her belly and her hips bucked up a little.
He looked in her eyes "Are you ok? Is this too much? Please tell me how to make you feel better."
She relaxed into the couch and let her legs fall open "Please Bucky. I'm going crazy." She gasped as his hand moved lower, past the band of her pants, the skin on skin causing goose bumps and chills.
She could feel her panties soaking and whined "Need you Buck!"
Bucky groaned "I want you too baby but are you sure? I don't want you to regret-"
She shook her head "No, no regret. Please touch me."
Bucky moved his hand down until he felt her slit, swollen, wet and leaking. He groaned "Fuck doll, so wet."
He slid one finger inside her and she moaned "Oh god, Bucky!"
His thumb made small circles on her clit as he added a second finger to slowly pump in and out of her drenched pussy. He felt her clenching his fingers and heard the squelch as he touched her.
Y/N stiffened up and felt everything explode as she drenched Bucky's hand. When he felt her squirt, Bucky came in his pants like a teenager.
He held her as she came down and moaned while he sucked her slick off of his fingers "Jesus you taste good. Are you alright doll? Was that ok? I didn't want to overstep but you seemed to need it."
She looked at him, still a little dazed "That was you know just wow." Then looked down "Does this mean..."
He kissed her softly "It means I want you." He whispered "It means I love you and want to be with you but I don't want to push you. I just wanted to make you feel good."
She smiled "Mission accomplished. But what about you?"
Bucky blushed "I'm fine doll."
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The day of the gala Pepper took Y/N to have her hair and nails done after a pregnancy massage. They chatted and drank sparkling cider like they had been friends forever. When it was time to go they went in a limo to meet Bucky at the Tower.
Bucky paced at the entrance, waiting for Y/N to arrive. He had always had a crush on her but Steve was there so he tried to push the feelings down. When Steve told him he was leaving to go back to Peggy, Bucky didn't understand how he could just leave Y/N behind. He had hoped to be there for her and missed her when she disappeared.
The day they ran into each other at the ice cream parlor he had been so happy to see her again, even though her pregnancy was a shock, and promised both of them he would be there for her. He knew she deserved better than him but wanted to be the one to take care of her.
Bucky stopped short when he saw Pepper step out of a stretch SUV. He strode over to greet her with a quick hug then turned to the car to see Y/N looking at him thoughtfully. He reached his hand out to help her.
She took his hand and stood slowly. Bucky watched, breathless as she stood, almost as tall as him "beautiful" he whispered.
Y/N looked like a vision to him.
She was wearing a chiffon, off the shoulder, a line, powder blue dress that gave her bump space and highlighted her pregnancy breasts. Light make-up and soft, casual hair, flat sandals.
Bucky was practically drooling and couldn't find words as he stared at her.
Y/N squeezed his hand "Bucky? You ok?"
Bucky was pulled from some totally inappropriate fantasy involving her perfectly displayed breasts and quickly looked up at her eyes, blushing.
"Sorry doll, you're just, you are a uh damn" he trailed off then shook his head. "You look beautiful." He offered his arm with a twinkle in his eye "Alright m'lady, let's have some fun."
Y/N took his arm and they went inside. She looked around like a tourist at the beautiful decorations, the famous people and their designer clothes. Rhodey came to greet them and they chatted for a bit with him and Sam.
They were approached by Nick Fury who surprised Y/N because he knew exactly who she was.
After an hour with no incidents Y/N started to relax and enjoy herself a little. She met a couple of her favorite actors and did a little fangirling over her favorite singer, someone she never thought she would get to meet.
She was touched by how Bucky interacted with the older veterans, more relaxed than when he spoke to the important donors that he had to get along with.
They had just sat down at their table when a woman stepped up to the microphone on the stage and the band stilled.
She went into a big thank you to all the attendees and donors who helped the veterans fund. She went on for a bit and Y/N zoned out, holding Bucky's hand and sipping on her juice until she heard "and especially thanks to our very special guest, the first Captain America Steve Rogers!!"
Y/N looked up and saw Steve on the stage. Young again and wearing a well fitted tuxedo. Then she looked to Bucky who was squeezing her hand.
He looked at her, concerned "Are you alright doll? We can leave whenever you want. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you anymore."
They got up to leave before Steve left the stage but the crowd was difficult to get thru and before they made it to the door, he was suddenly in front of them with a nasty grin
"Well look what we have here, the whore and the bastard who stole her. You kids can't leave yet, we have a lot to talk about."
Chapter 9
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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 4 months
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Falling For You | Bucky Barnes (2nd Day of 🎄)
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Hiya! It’s our 2nd day of Christmas! Let me just quickly say thank you for the love on the previous fic! 🥹🩵 I hope y’all like this one!
Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨
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“You know, just to.. put it out there. I haven’t ice skated in a long time.” Bucky said while strapping on his ice skates. I took a quick glance at the rink and couldn’t stop the smile forming on my lips as I heard laughter coming from Steve and Peggy as he tried to find his balance. His cheeks were tinted pink as laughter escaped his lips as he slipped for the second time tonight. “Really?” I asked as he nodded. “Yeah, Steve was a pretty skinny kid and would constantly get sick, but he always insisted on doing stuff like this back then, even if he slipped and got hurt.”
“Wouldn’t that have been dangerous for him?”
“Hey, we were kids and he was my friend. Who was I to say no to him? Plus, he turned out okay. Just look at him!” We turned our attention back to the rink and saw Peggy laughing at him while he was trying to hold himself up and grabbed onto the rails to keep himself from falling once again. I chuckled as Bucky tried to cover up his smile by bringing his gloved hand up to his face.
He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. “I used to fix him up before I got him home. Luckily, my ma had bandages and treated Steve like her own. She was always doting on me for not taking better care of him, but I did the best I could. Other kids weren’t the nicest when Steve was around, but he never let that stop him from wanting to have fun. When it would get too much, I would protect that kid with everything I had.” He slowly stood up and stood in front of me, holding his hands out for me to take. I grabbed onto his hands as he lifted me up so I could stand.
“Were you a good skater?”
“Uhh..” He chuckled. “I’m – I’m okay but ya just gotta remember what I said earlier. I haven’t skated since the 20’s so I might be a little rusty. So if I fall, that’s why.” He joked as I rolled my eyes playfully. “Of course it is, James, but just know that if you fall, I’ll be there to help pick you up.”
“Why thank you doll – ”
“After I’m done laughing.”
His mouth was agape as he just stared at me as I stood there smiling at him. “If I fall, I’m dragging you down with me.” I gasped and lightly punched his shoulder. “You better not!” He reached his hand up to my beanie and fixed it so it rested more comfortably on my head. “There ya go. Much better.” He smiled.
We wobbled our way closer to the rink where we could see Sam with his date skating away as Steve and Peggy tried to keep up. I stepped onto the ice and slowly slid away, giving him enough room to get on with me. He stood there for a moment and shook off his nerves.
“Pfft, I can do this. No problem.” He held onto the rail and slowly skated across. I held out my hand towards him and he took it, gripping on for dear life. His legs stayed completely still as I slowly brought him closer to me. “See? I just have to get used to it, that’s all. Nothin’ to it.” I laughed as we slowly skated along the rails, waiting to see when he felt comfortable on his own without holding on as much.
His legs began sliding back and forth as he tried to find his footing. His left arm linked with mine while his right would occasionally lift above the rails, but stayed close enough incase he slipped. “You got it, baby?” He nodded and huffed out. “Yeah, and even if I don’t, I have you here with me.”
“Oh hell no! You better let go of me if you’re about to slip!” I laughed and he held tighter to my arm. “Nope, so you better make sure that..” He mentioned over to Steve who had just fallen and is now trying to get back up. “Doesn’t happen to us.” He smiled at me and I shook my head laughing. “Don’t be trying to put all the pressure on me! You said you were a good skater. Am I to assume that was just you talking out of your ass when I brought up this idea for a triple date?”
“No! I am a perfectly fine ska – whoa! Did you see that?” He said as he saw someone showing off their sweet skating skills by doing fancy spins and tricks. His eyes were gleaming with awe as they skated away like nothing. “That was so beautiful!” I exclaimed. They turned to me after hearing my comment, bowed and gave us a smile.
“You wanna see something cool?” I asked Bucky as he turned to look at me. “Sure, doll. Whatcha got?” With his hand still held in mine, I gained a little speed and went in front of him and began skating backwards, a cocky smile on my face as he smiled and rolled his eyes. “Showoff.”
“I’m tellin’ you, baby. Ice skating isn’t that – ” Before I could finish my sentence, I bumped into someone and stopped skating for a moment. “Oh! My bad! I wasn’t – woah!” Bucky couldn’t grab onto the rails and stop in time, causing the both of us to fall on the ice with me on top of him.
“Oomf!” He groaned out as I looked up at him. His hand laid protectively on my waist while the other was above his head. He blinked and glanced down at me, now realizing how close we are to each other. We just lied there looking at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up. “I guess you could say I… fell for you.”
I laughed at his horrible joke and placed my hand on his chest, trying to get up. “You’re such a dork. You didn’t stop in time!”
“It’s my fault? You were the one who decided to skate backwards!” He smiled. “That’s beside the point! I had that under control.” I laughed as I wobbled trying to stand. “Oh, under control. Riigghhtt.” He chuckled and looked up at the person we bumped into, getting ready to apologize and stopping himself before he could say anything. Sam stood there with a smirk and raised eyebrow, getting ready to tease the life out of his friend who clearly had trouble balancing on his own.
“You doin’ alright there, Tinman?”
“Doin’ just fine, Samantha.” He laughed and shook his head, looking back at the woman next to him. “You alright, baby?” She nodded as Sam held his hand out towards Bucky and helped lifted him up. “Hey, if you ever need lessons, Leila here would be very happy to help you out.” She turned to him and playfully hit his shoulder. “Oh shut up! Leave the poor man alone.” She chuckled.
“Yeah! Buck is the best skater I know!” Steve chimed in from behind us while laughing, Peggy holding onto him in case he were to fall again. Which.. we all know that’s bound to happen. “He taught me everything I know.”
“I can tell.” Leila hit him on his shoulder once again as he snickered. Bucky dusted the ice off himself as his cheeks were pink with embarrassment. “Uh, Steve.. m – maybe we don’t bring that up.” I chuckled as I brought my hand to the side of his face and brought it closer to my lips and placed a kiss on his cheek. I could hear Sam whistle while the rest of the group cheered as I pulled away as Bucky couldn’t stop a smile from forming on his face.
“C’mon, before you can call yourself the best ice skater in our group, you gotta work on your balance.” I slightly pushed his chest so he could slide backwards as he immediately grabbed onto the rail. “Hey!” Laughing, I started skating away as he went to chase after me. “Oh you’re gonna get it when I catch up to you!” He yelled after me as I turned my head to look at him with a smile on my face.
“Eventually!”
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iam93percentstardust · 6 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this (or when you feel up to it!), reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!
Ooh fun! I'm gonna go with semi-recent fics from the last year or so (with one exception) because 230+ fics means I have a lot of faves and narrowing it down is a pain.
Enchanted
Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is. Natasha has brought Tony with her. Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.
I love writing celebrity aus and this one was particularly fun because I wrote something I don't normally do with celebrity!Steve and nonfamous!Tony. Plus I got to write Natasha and Tony besties, which is always a lot of fun, and got to include a shout-out to my childhood best friend (and I always enjoy when I can work in references to my own life).
Death by a Thousand Cuts
“Tony?” Pepper asks, and he can tell just by the look on her face that whatever she has to tell him, it isn’t good. “What?” he asks. She looks uncharacteristically hesitant. Pepper isn’t supposed to be hesitant. She’s supposed to be barge-in, guns-blazing, unapologetically confident. “The news leaked,” she says eventually.
And now the flip side! Pop star Tony currently owns my entire heart, and I love the idea of breaking up and making up but with the added complication of having to do it on the global stage. There's just something extra delicious about Steve and Tony having to work things out when they have all these people shouting on Twitter and TikTok about how they're better off on their own.
Dear Juliet
When Steve Rogers is given a chance to accompany his friends to Verona, Italy, he's expecting to spend a few days wandering through vineyards and probably seeing at least one Shakespeare performance (and if he's lucky, finding some inspiration for his next webcomic). He isn't expecting the handsome brown-eyed man who works with Juliet's Secretaries or the decades-old love letter that he finds behind a loose brick underneath Juliet's balcony or that the response he sends to Dame Margaret Carter will be answered, not by another letter, but by the sender herself showing up in Verona. He isn't expecting that he'll get caught up in a whirlwind adventure to help Peggy search for her lost love, the woman she left long ago, her beloved Maria.
My current baby! Dear Juliet is an idea that's been sitting in my to-be-written folder for literal years. It was one of the very first ideas that I had for this fandom, and I've been chomping at the bit to write it since 2018. It kept getting put off though, first because I was working on three separate long fics at the same time and then I got caught up with all these other long fics over the years, but after I finished up MRaMRN last year, I told myself that once I was done with my long fic break, I was going to write Dear Juliet. And now it's finally here!
Tied Together With a Smile
“Captain Rogers, this is my sub, Maria,” Howard managed through a strangled voice. “And my son—” “I’m Tony,” YouKnowWhoIAm said, boldly sticking his hand out for Steve to shake. He took it, automatically raising it to his lips to kiss, the way he’d been taught to greet unattached subs as a child. It had fallen out of fashion while Steve was in the ice, and he’d mostly trained himself out of the impulse, but he just couldn’t resist when he saw Tony.
Age difference! Social media AU! Dom/sub verse! Art by two of my favorite artists in this fandom! I feel like this fic has everything that I love, and I pretty regularly go back to reread it.
Marvels Unsolved
A Buzzfeed Unsolved AU starring Tony and Bucky as two ghost hunters searching for truth and Sam as their long-suffering cameraman
Here's my little exception to the five fics because this isn't a fic, it's a verse, but I just love it so much. It's such a rare pair (I think I've written a third of the fics for this pairing), and someone once told me that I wasted a great AU idea on this pairing, but this verse is easily one of my favorite things I've ever written. I'm planning on wrapping it up next year, but I will very much miss it once it's over (and hey, if you like this verse, keep an eye out in October for another installment and a hint of a greater plot!).
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theawkwardterrier · 2 years
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🍦✨🏆
🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?
I write a lot of pretty light/sweet/fluffy stuff, but I have a huge soft spot for my Steggy fic Homemakers. Pre-Endgame, the idea of Steve and Peggy just having a normal life together was such a dream, and I basically wrote this piece as an example of that, no real backstory for how they got to this point of cooking and bonding and being with each other, just this little capsule of a happy future for them.
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
Oh gosh...The first thing to know is that I really like my own writing. I've said before that I'm my own biggest fan, and it's true - I reread my own stories a lot, and because I wrote them, the tropes and portrayals of the characters and particular canon events scratch my precise itch. But from a more objective point of view, I think my writing has developed a really good rhythm; even if the plot is absurd or there's something off about the characters, a lot of the individual sentences have a particular and really nice flow and the word choice is distinct and precise. 🤷‍♀️
🏆 What’s your most popular fic?
In terms of kudos, it's officially still Wingspan, although I've always maintained that I had a very particular advantage that area based on being the first fic posted when the movie came out (or even before; I saw the movie at a pre-release event a day earlier) - for a short while, I was literally the only game in town, and that gave it a big numbers boost which then became self-perpetuating because of AO3 filtering.
In terms of hits, oddly enough it's another VM fic, The Ninety-Nine Percent. I can't quite figure out why - even though it was a huge fic accomplishment for me at the time, it isn't that long, and even as it was being posted and the response was pretty positive, no one was really saying that it was their favorite fic that they had to revisit, plus it had some pretty strong detractors based on the specifics of the plot.
In terms of comments, my two recent fics Here's All the Melting Thrill for Outlander and things left behind for the MCU have been pretty popular. Which makes sense because they're both longer fics, so you have the time to get more invested in the plot and the characters and the universe I'm building, and just have more material and details and, like, events to talk about.
Fic asks have rolled over to the morning!
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causeimanartist · 3 years
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oh my god i LOVE catws it’s so good
also was n o t a fan of civil war tbh
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RIGHT
Like, it really wasn’t a Captain America movie - they should have just called it Avengers: Civil War (especially since Iron Man had more lines than Cap in a supposed CAPTAIN AMERICA MOVIE)
I guess I’m still salty lol (and don’t get me started on the decision to have Steve stay in the past like, I’m still angry)
At least it gave us this
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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years
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Strangers to Lovers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Reader
Summary: While on the run, Steve stumbles upon the best thing to come into his life…
Note: I’ve been meaning to write this forever and finally after going down a rabbit hole of Steve fics I got some inspo😁 I’m making this a mini series so let me know what you guys think❤️
Warnings🛑: nomad!steve, soft!dark!steve, obsessive/possessive behavior, smut(noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex, oral(fem receiving), overstim, praise kink, beard kink, spanking)
Part 2
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Running away to Ireland when you were 18 seemed like a good idea at the time, even saving up enough over the years to become a co-owner of a small hotel in the middle of nowhere…
That’s what you really loved, being in solitude and having nothing to worry about. That was until he came along, possibly the most alive you'd felt in a long time. Steve Rogers entered your life on a stormy night, needing a few rooms for an unknown period of time. He promised to pay extra, so of course you obliged. The first thing he noticed was your lack of Irish accent.
“Not from here,” you explained quickly, the tall, broad man made you uncomfortable with how deeply he stared into your eyes.
“Hmmm, you’re a pretty little thing.” he said with a deep baritone that made you shiver a bit, your stomach churning with a feeling you hadn’t felt in a while.
“Enjoy your stay,” you croaked, handing him the keys.
He took them from your shaking hands, admiring how small they were compared to his. He couldn’t wait to take you apart, spear you open on his cock until you were begging for him to stop. Steve knew as soon as he saw you that he needed to claim you, he’d never been so starstruck, not even with Peggy.
Steve took his leave with the room keys, passing them to the others that were waiting outside. It was just now getting dark, and the others would be heading to bed. This meant, he’d have you alone and at his complete disposal…
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Hours later, when most tenants had gone to bed, you felt eery. Like you were being watched...you felt him before you heard the slight creek in the floor, he’d found his way into the back room behind the desk. You whipped around, almost stumbling over your own feet. Fear crawled up your skin, but at the same time, you wanted him to find you. Your mind hadn’t voided thoughts of him since those hours ago when he first entered the building, a connection you couldn’t explain formed between the two of you.
You felt slightly ashamed because you knew this was wrong, red flags were blaring in your mind. This man was a fugitive, wanted by every law force you could think of. His aurora loomed in darkness, doing its best to drag you along, to mingle yours and his together. Fight or flight flickered through your nerves, eyes darting to the only exit that was behind him.
Almost as if he could sense the doubt in your head, he quickly swept you up in his arms. You squeaked at the sudden movement, your hands shaky as they laid on his huge biceps. His nose ran along the column of your neck, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.
“You smell phenomenal kitten, haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” he grinned, but it wasn’t an innocent grin.
No, he was taking pleasure in your fear. You gulped audibly at this realization, he wanted you to be scared of him. You began struggling in his hold, doing your best to break free.
“Ah ah baby, you can’t run.” he scolded, shoving you against the couch and pinning you under him.
“Please don’t!” you pleaded, pushing at his heavy body.
“No use in struggling doll,” he laughed maliciously.
“Steve don’t, please I-I don’t want this!” you said, but even you didn’t believe your own voice.
“You’ll learn to like it baby, promise I’ll make it good.” he murmured, his hands wandering.
“Oh,” you gasped, whimpering as he rubbed his thumb over your nipple through your shirt.
He ripped your shirt, baring your naked chest to him. You gasped as his eager tongue flicked over each nipple, his mouth sucking marks along your breasts while you squirmed. He ground his hips into yours, the massive tent in his pants rubbed against your clit so deliciously you mewled ashamedly.
Heat flooded your cheeks as he growled against you, the scruff of his beard chafing your skin made your pleasure heighten. You throbbed for him, your hands felt around his suit, but he laughed at your failed and eager attempts to get him undressed. You pouted up at him, embarrassment prickling through you, but Steve simply kissed you before taking off his suit.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his muscular form, he was so beautiful. Steve however, couldn’t take his eyes off of you once he got you naked. Jealousy raged through him, the thought of someone else having you like this made his need to have you even more prudent. You shied away as his stare became too much for you, Steve disapproved greatly of this and showed it by landing a harsh smack to your bare pussy.
The sound that left you was a mix of a scream and a moan, the action was so hot you wanted him to do it until you flooded him with your cum. He smirked as he did it a few more times, the sound of your wetness through the room made the soldier eager for a taste. He pulled his hand back to his mouth, licking the remnants off.
“Do not cover yourself from me, you are absolutely breathtaking kitten, and all mine.” he hummed as his hands felt your dips and curves.
“Please, Steve,” you whined, bucking your hips against his.
“Quiet,” he ordered, pumping himself a few times before nudging your clenching hole.
You keened into him as his cock entered you, the blissful feeling made your body erupt with tingles. The stretch was a bit painful since it had been a while since you’d last had sex, he was huge compared to the last asshole you’d been with.
“So fuckin’ tight honey, but your sweet pussy is sucking me right in.” he hissed as he bottomed out, moaning your name as he felt you clench around him.
He started off with deep, slow thrusts, reaching spots you’d never known were there. The tension was so hot it became slightly overwhelming and embarrassing how close you were to an orgasm and he’d barely began fucking you.
“Relax, you’re so tense. Look at me.” he whispered, your eyes meeting his blue ones.
He smirked at how fucked out you looked, his thrusts speeding up. Your lips parted, sweet whines and moans left as Steve hit your gspot until you came all over him. He kept his eyes on your face the entire time, becoming obsessed with how you looked when you lost it because he made you. Only he could make you feel like this, you belonged to him now.
You whimpered as he pulled out, his cock shiny from your release. He stared at your puffy folds, running his thumb through the slickness. You muttered uncomfortably from how sensitive you were, but Steve didn’t seem to notice, or he didn’t care.
The next thing you knew, Steve had you sitting up on the couch, legs spread wide with him kneeling in front of you. He propped your gloriously thick thighs on his shoulders and buried his face in your hot center. You gripped his long hair in your hand tight, sobbing at the overstimulation as he worked at bringing you to another high.
“Steve-” you cried, the scruff of his beard rubbing your sensitive skin.
“Doin’ such a good job baby, just a little more.” he smiled.
“No! Please!” you sobbed, pushing against his head.
“I’ll tie you down if I need to, I want you to enjoy this baby, so be good for me.” he ground out, squeezing your thigh hard enough to leave bruises.
His tongue ravished you, like he needed the taste of you to survive. His nose bumped against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside of you, fucking up into that spot he’d hit with his cock not moments earlier. You screamed his name as you let go this time, your legs shaking in his hold. Steve lapped up everything you gave him.
He kept your legs over his shoulders as he leaned up and entered you again with his cock, tilting you just a little so he could hammer his hips against the back of your thighs. You held on for dear life as he fucked you so hard and so fast your mind couldn’t comprehend a single thought other than him.
“I can’t, Stevie please.” you sobbed, nails digging into his arms as you felt so overwhelmed tears began falling.
“Yes you can, be my good girl won’t you baby? Give me one more, I know my kitten can do it.” he encouraged as he kissed your lips hotly.
His praise sent you over the edge once again, his mouth swallowing your cries of pleasure as he came soon after you did. He groaned as his seed emptied in you, moving your shaking legs around his waist as he picked you up. You don’t even remember him taking you to his room, laying you on his bed, or his gentle hands cleaning you.
“Sleep now my love,” he whispered, kissing your temple as your eyes fluttered closed.
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It had been two years since that night, even when the team had to leave, your Steve always came back to you. It was really hard never being able to see him for more than a few hours, but you were in love with him and wanted to make things work.
“I have to go back,” he whispered one night after the two of you had finished your nightly romp, his head laying on your chest as you combed your fingers through his hair.
“Back?” you asked confusedly.
“Home,” he muttered, tracing the skin of your hip bone.
“Oh…” you said quietly, unsure of how to react.
“Come with me.” he said, lifting his head up as he met your eyes.
“You know I can’t honey.” you whispered sadly, stroking his beard.
“I need you safe, there’s a threat out there and-and I can’t lose you.” he urged, his voice wobbly.
“I’ll be fine Steve, I’m needed here. You go save the world, and then…then come back to me, and we’ll figure something out. Ok?” you tried to compromise.
You could tell he was conflicted, so you kissed him. Your lips melted and molded against his, tongues prying at the others passionately. Once you were both breathless, he laid his head on yours.
“I’ll come back to you,” he swore.
He left the next day, both of you in tears as you didn’t want to let go of each other. You prayed with everything you had in you that your Steve would come back.
But…Thanos snapped his fingers.
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Steve x Reader: clandestine meetings and stolen stares (One Shot)
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Plot: Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?
or, the one where you were Peggy’s young, promising assistant until you became Steve Roger’s doll.
Tags: dark!steve, cheating steve, asshole steve, smoking, politician!steve, senator!steve, AGE GAP, drinking, SMUT, NASTY SMUT, INFIDELITY, spit play-ish (mentioned kinda?), cum play, yn is a mistress, poor peggy, cockwarming, no feminism here, daddy kink, dom!steve, reluctant to consensual
(A/N: This is my entry for #sugary4kchallenge of @donutloverxo​!! Congrats on 4k bby <3 )
Rest of the sugardaddies here!
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He was golden.
God’s greatest creation and his gift to this once crumbling country.
Up on the screen he was flawless, with his chiselled jaw, perfect smile, and bright, bright, azure eyes. The ultimate being that every man aimed to become and every woman longed to possess. Unfortunately for them, however, the woman on his arm is already as equally perfect. With her short but perfect wavy locks that was pinned to perfection and her painted red lips that split into such an eased smile, even to the way she stood by his side and managed to be his equal was something was not to scoff at.
If there was one woman who deserved the great Steve Rogers it would be his perfect sweetheart and your boss, Peggy.
“Darling,” you smiled at her, instinctively giving her the mirror she always brought with her to check on her makeup, nothing would be more embarrassing than to get caught having red-stained teeth on a screen broadcasted to millions all over America. As Peggy Carter-Rogers assistant you always had to prepare for menial but salient details that supported their faultless relationship and careers. “I’ll be visiting my mother for the next two weeks so I won’t be in the city.”
“Oh,” you couldn’t help but silently celebrate.It wasn’t all the time you get a break with her tumultuous schedule and you didn’t want to complain and leave a bad impression when you were only about three months in your job and she had been the best boat you had in the storm that was your life. “Is there something --”
“Yes, tomorrow a new delivery of clothes will be sent to the house. I trust you enough to trust your taste and it’s not like I can just ask Stevie to do it for me so can you please,” she took your hands, smiling kindly at you as if she was not just asking you to do your job. It was one of her many charms.“Just give it a brief run through, please?”
You nodded, heart warm at her trust, “Of course, should I tell Mr. Rogers then that I will be --”
“Oh no, don’t bother,” she shooed off your worry of formalities. “Our room is on the other side of the house, you’ll probably never even cross paths.”
That was fine with you. He always does manage to intimidate you despite how friendly he was with you. It was the way his eyes ran all over your body, as if nitpicking every crease in your dress and flaw in your skin despite how friendly his words were.
You guess, it was that always-there smile that unnerved you the most.
Seeing it fram afar was one thing, having it sent your way was another.
“Alright,” you answered. “I can do that.”
“You’re such a doll.”
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You grunted, cursing yourself for underestimating just how heavy winter coats were these days. You’d think they were like feathers considering she glided with them like they weighed nothing.
Plus, all the heavy lifting had made you break out a sweat, and you can’t have that considering you had plans after this with some friends in some fancy cafe they had found to take cute photos in.
You refuse to be the only one who looked busted.
With a peek into the mini living room that leads straight into the walk in closet you decided there should be no harm in taking off a few of your clothing to keep it pretty and safe.Nobody else was in the house anyways.
You didn’t even hear any presence of Mr. Rogers on your way in, he must’ve left for the country club he frequented.
You took off your cardigan first, letting it lay neatly on the lounge chair along with your cute top, leaving you in your short white skirt and bra. The lack of garments on your body made you feel the slight cold from the open windows better, opening up your movements and making your work easier.
Once you got over being so exposed outside your own home, your work became faster, finally making impressive progress -- smiling at the carefully arranged clothing on the rack ordered from the one you think she’ll like the most to the least.
With your job done for the day, you prepared to leave, walking towards your clothes when a black box, hidden on the bottom of a coffee table caught your eye -- it was after all the same box your favorite designer brand comes in.
You hesitated, looked around like a petty thief looking for a camera, and maybe you were. But a little peek shouldn’t hurt, right? It’s not like you were going to bring it home.
And she would’ve never worn these more than once anyways. God forbid, rich people get caught in the same piece of garment twice.
After all, if your hunch is right then it would be -- you gasped, it was the latest pumps that had just been released a few days ago. You couldn’t even try to hesitate to buy it as it sold out immediately on the first 4 hours of its release.
Despite yourself you couldn’t help but pluck the blank sandal from its resting place, carefully putting it on your foot, making sure not to crease it before you wobbly stood up on your legs.
From the large mirror you could see why they cost the way they did, they made your ass look impeccable and your legs like they ran for miles, even though they were uncomfortable as hell.
You couldn’t help but feel good about yourself, feeling sexy for the first time in a while in only your tiny skirt and underwear. Like a really, really, slutty schoolgirl seen only in playboy magazines and men’s filthiest dreams.
You were having fun.
That was until the door suddenly opened and you screamed at the face of your boss’ husband, landing on your ass on the floor in your panic.
“Jesus, doll!”
You could feel your face burn in embarrassment at the state the politician saw you in, barely remembering to cover your exposed chest.
“Are you alright?”
You yelped, heart beating out of your chest when he suddenly carried you bridal style with ease, setting the both of you on the expensive sofa on one coroner of the room. It did not leave your notice that you were currently being very unprofessional and sitting on his freaking lap.
“M-Mr. Senator, I am so sorry --”
“Hush, be quiet, darling. Let me have a look at your foot,” he berated softly, cooing when you yelped as he took hold of your leg. It was only then you felt the pounding pain on your soles, breath catching at the slight sharp pain as he massaged and turned it. “It doesn’t seem to be strained.”
You sighed in relief, letting him manipulate and gently turn your leg just to make sure you didn't break anything. “I didn’t mean to scare you, doll.”
From where you were seated (on his freaking lap!) his blue eyes were unbelievable darker, the lights and flashes from the camera always made them look lighter but now, with minimal lighting, you could see dark specks along the ocean blue. It was uncanny, not seeing the familiar and perfectly practiced smile on his face.
“Doll?”
“Oh, I --” your head shot down back to your lap where you were fidgeting with your fingers, but he put a stop to it immediately and took hold of your hand so you have no choice but to look at him. “I promise i wasn’t going to steal anything. I just wanted … I saw the shoes and … i’m really sorry, Mr. Rogers.”
“No, none of that, doll,” his hands were warm at your back, rubbing it back and forth and making you lower your guard. Completely forgetting that you were currently half-naked and on his lap. “It’s alright. Pretty girls like you deserve to play with pretty things. It’s alright, I won’t tell, okay? No more crying.”
You nodded to answer him, sniffing hard and trying not to let your tear drip on his white shirt. “I really am sorry.”
“Oh, baby,” he smiled, pulling you closer as he leaned on the back of the sofa. “It’s alright, you’re alright.”
He let his eyes run on the room, he could count with one finger the amount of times he has been inside this part of the house. It wasn’t until he saw a little bunny like you on the extensive security cameras on his screen that he decided to do a little sightseeing.
“Were you about to go out, doll?” he asked, cocking his head to where your cardigan was. All you could do was nod again, overwhelmed by his presence and strength, not letting you move an inch despite your subtle efforts. You became even more fidgety when you finally became aware again of the state of undress you were in.
“Well, you can’t leave with a busted feet, can you?”
“N-No,” you pouted at your pounding foot.
“Now, none of that, missy,” he chuckled, softly cupping your face and pulling on your pouty bottom lip with his thumb. “You can hang out with me if you like. This house gets really boring when i’m all alone.”
“Oh no, Mr. Rogers! I wouldn’t -- I couldn’t take up your time like that!”
His time was, quite literally, gold. You knew about a hundred journalists begging you on the daily for a simple five minute interview with the couple.
“Nonsense. Just until your feet become well enough for transport,” he shot your worries even though you were being polite. Any protests however died with another yelp when he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you out of the room without the rest of your clothes. “I feel like it’s high time we too get to know each other.”
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You should be sick of yourself.
Should feel disgusted at your skewed moral compass.
But with Steve’s face lapping on your cunt, guilt was the last thing on your mind.
in fact, you doubt you had anything on your mind except how good his rough tongue felt as he lapped at your dripping core.
You didn’t know how the situation had escalated to this point.
It was a simple budding friendship growing between the two of you as you found yourself coming to the Roger’s household the past few days, taking care of the loose ends Peggy had left or assisting Mr. Roger’s in his free time. Then the two of you started more and more time together, from the house tour to the gardens, or a short ride on his personal helicopter he drove himself towards his secluded country club.
And then the movies. The freaking movies.
“What do you mean you haven’t seen ‘The Godfather’? Doll, that’s a classic,” he playfully gasped, already walking around his table to reach for you.
It should’ve bothered you how easily he took your hands in his and how you just let him but your mind was drunk off the new friendship you have made with the quiet man and the many sides of himself he had shown you that was not for the cameras that you barely noticed. “We will fix that immediately.”
“Do the cinemas even show old --”
“Classic!”
You giggled, “Classic movies, like that?”
“No, not the one down the street,” he answered, but the glint in his eyes told you he had a plan. “But the one on our basement does.”
It was innocent.
You were sure it was.
At first, the two of you were just sitting by the sofa and watching some old-timey film he loved. Then the centralized air conditioning unit had made you shiver, which led to him pulling you close,rubbing his hand up and down your arm..
‘Bodyheat’ he claimed. Next thing led to another and you looked up to laugh at a silly joke the main character made just as he looked down, your eyes meeting at a silent but mutual understanding and the two of you moved to kiss.
The kiss was innocent enough at first, mild enough to write off as a mistake, but through his coaxing and grabby hands you were suddenly on his lap, rubbing your thinly veiled crotch with his rough jeans, moaning into his mouth.
It was a whirlwind, passionate, romance. One that had your underwear hanging off different pieces of furniture, and ended with your back on the fancy coffee table with only your short skirt on you.
“Da …” you bit your tongue, your brain trying to wrestle it down lest the cursed word came out of your mouth and disintegrated the remaining bits of your dignity with it. Steve however, seemed to have gotten an idea of your troubles and pulled his face away between your thighs, grinning down at you but continuing to slowly rub his rough thumb on your sensitive nub.
“What was that doll?” he growled, eyes raking at your body that was lewdly laid out like a feast on the wide and expansive dining table. He could almost imagine his wife sitting on the same chair on the left, as she always does, innocently eating her popcorn.
The taboo thought made him even harder.
“Come on, baby. I know you wanna say something.”
Despite your incessant need to moan, his skilled finger knew just when to stop to prevent you from getting that release you desperately need.
This time, you couldn’t help the yelp to come out of your mouth when he suddenly grabbed the meat of your thigh to drag your ass closer to the edge, folding your body in half until your core was right in front of his face.
Your cunt apparently more interesting than his favorite movie on the big screen.
“Say it, baby. You know you want to,” he coaxed, using his free hand to pull on your bottom lip till a drool dripped down on the side of your face. “Say it!”
“Daddy!” you screamed, nearly choking on your own saliva when he suddenly pinched your clit to forcibly rip the words and your orgasm out of you.
“What a naughty doll I have.”
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You didn’t come out of your room for a whole day.
Too embarrassed to look at yourself much less anybody else. The guilt was crushing your heart but every time you slip into a nap, the pleasure he had given you comes again and again in your dreams slipping even through your mindless daydreams.
So you had tried to distract yourself by making notes and arranging Peggy’s schedule despite wanting to burst out crying every time you saw her name.
You could barely remember how you got out of that house. Thankfully, you still had enough conscience not to actually fuck the man in his own home, but you were in deep enough that you still had a lot of fun throughout the night. Even rutting on his bare cock in the parking lot of your apartment, gasping and groaning, letting it rub on your hole just barely pushing into your wet and sopping --
*Bzzt*
The ringer on your door broke through your reverie, making you jump enough to nearly make you crash into the floor.
“W-Who is it?!”
There was a lack of answer but in your panic and the guilt that was still running in your veins you accidentally opened the door to the one person you did not want to see.
“There’s my doll.”
With the same box you were sure you had returned back to the sender 12 hours ago.
“M-Mr. Rogers!”
You quickly looked out of the hallway, grateful that there was no one out, lest they saw the freaking Senator at your doorstep. “C-Come in.”
He marched into your small living room like he owned the place, looking around, like he was judging every dust and cobweb his eyes saw making you feel smaller.
“Quite homey,” he chuckled, dropping the box on your coffee table with a bang, making you jump.
He slumped on your couch. You never saw your couch as tiny until his imposing body made it look like a loveseat. Nearly occupying every inch.
“Have a seat, doll,” he patted his thighs, cocking his head to let you know there would be no space for protests. “We need to talk.”
“M-Mr. Rogers,” he flinched, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching as he blew a hot breath through his nose. Too afraid of making him impatient, you hesitantly walked towards him, flinching when his hands guided you through the back of your knees till you were straddling him.
“I liked you better in a skirt.”
“I-I’m sorry,” you gasped, not knowing why you were apologizing but feeling like you had to. The guilt drives you to ignore his hands groping the globes of your ass and despositing you right on top of his core. “I …”
“Why did you return my gift, doll, hmm? I thought you wanted one for yourself so I got you three.”
The gift in question was the same brand of shoes he had caught you wearing in his wife’s makeup room in three different colors with a note that said, ‘pretty things for a pretty girl.’. But it seemed more like a materialization of your sin and guilt, making you return it back to him the same hour you had received it.
“I … Mr. Rogers --”
“Ah, ah,” he tsked, the heat of his palms ran up and down your legs making you unconsciously pant, his lips nipping on your throat as you swallowed harshly when his hands squeezed the globes of your ass. “That’s not my name with you, isn’t it doll?”
“B-But, we really shouldn’t aah--!”
His right palm slapped on your thigh making you scream at the sting. “Come on, use that pretty head. You’re a smart girl.”
“I …” his glare cut off your hesitance, making you look down, defeated. “Daddy.”
“Good girl, my good girl,” he hummed, pleased enough to give you a wet bite on the crease of your neck. “Now make sure all your windows are locked and all plugs are pulled out. You’re staying in my place for a few days cause daddy wants a show. After all, you'd been so ungrateful weren’t you?”
“W-What …” you gawked at him, surprised at his proclamation. “But my -- I …”
“And don’t bother packing, you won’t be needing uch clothes where we’re going.”
He used one hand to pinch your chin and pull your lips into his, slipping his tongue and sucking on your tongue. “Understand?”
All you could do was whimper, playing with the button of his shirt just to ease your guilt, “yes daddy.”
With gentler taps on your thighs he gently coaxes you to stand up, eyeing the three layered box that carried your gift for letting a married man eat your cunt.
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“Give me a twirl, doll,” it was vulgar how he wasn’t even trying to hide it, fixing himself in front of you while you stood naked with only the same white skirt and no underwear, the barbie pink pumps on your legs exposing your overheated core at every movement. He was quite comfortable in the ottoman at the end of his marital bed, one whiskey on hand as his eyes raked all over your exposed body. “And put your hands down.”
You swallowed audibly, looking up at him hesitantly. He gave you the same charming smile that convinced you to wear this obscene outfit in the first place. With a sharp exhale you slowly made a turn, goosebump littering your skin at the strong gust of wind around your body, breathing harder as your nipples tightened, and the cold air made your wetness more apparent.
“Come here, baby,” he leered, eyes never leaving you but never staying in one place either. “God, you look perfect.”
“No,” you froze at your first step, eyes quickly jumping to his face, thinking you made a mistake.“Crawl.”
You don’t know why you were letting him do this to you -- betraying the person who had been nothing but good to you and treat you like a little thing he can play with. However your burning and pounding pussy that was nearly dripping for his cock won over your conscience, too turned on to even think things through as you went down on your hands and knees, salaciously crawling towards the imposing man, looking colossal from your view on the ground.
“An ass like that would make any man want to marry you, baby,” he grinned, cupping your face when you were at an arm’s length, and pulling you for a kiss, sneakily guiding your hand to his belt, a silent command for you to unbuckle it.
“I … I don’t think i’ll be a good w-wife to you, sir,” you gulped, unable to step yourself from licking his saliva in your lips. God, the whiskey tasted divine in your lips.
“You’d be a perfect mistress though.”
You blinked, panting at his proposition.
“You like that, baby?” he whispered, licking your lips to make you open it. “I’d take care of you. Give you all the shoes and dresses your eyes would ever lay on. I’d get you out of that shitty apartment too.”
Whatever protests your moral compass was about to say was cut short when he plucked your nipples, your hips rutting the air on instinct, like a panting bitch on his masters leg.
“Wha’d you say?” his dark blownout eyes showed he was as desperate for you as you were for him. Any consequence of being the most well-known senators whore flew out of your head when he slipped his tongue in yours, like the same serpent that had doomed Eve to exile. “You’re gonna be my doll?”
Doll. His plaything. His dirty little secret who he will keep to his grave.
You shouldn’t, any sane brain cell you had were screaming for you to leave. To write everything off as a mistake and never show yourself to the couple ever again.
However, his foul words, lecharious eyes, and tempting touches won you over. Sealing your fate with the devil as you nodded.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
You whined, kneeling up on your knees to initiate a kiss by nipping on his lips till he opened it up for you, making you moan like a wanton whore. “Yes daddy.”
“Hmm,” he moaned in your wet mouth, letting you nip and suck on his mouth and tongue until all you could taste was the spice from the whiskey he had been sipping on. “Then you better start being a good doll for me.”
He pulled away, looking down at you. You too it as you cue and pulled out his magnificent cock out of his pants.
“Make it worth my while.”
Just like that, you had spent the next week and a half proving your worth to the devil. Opening your legs for him as he used you like a doll, making sure your cunt was molded to the shape of his cock by the time he was done with you.
You had defiled every inch of his home, even the same marital bed he whispered his devotions to. Making sure you were filled to the brim at all hours of the day, even going as far as forbidding you from wearing any clothing for easy access. 
“Be a good girl and remind me next week to buy you plugs. Can’t have this pussy wasting my cum.”
You would’ve felt like a cheap whore if he didn’t shower you with gifts on the daily.
By the time Peggy Rogers arrived back home, your cunt was well-used by her husband and you were moving in on your new penthouse in a building on the other side of the city.
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“God, I can’t believe she quit on me,” Peggy whined, massaging her head as she looked up at her husband who was busy typing away his new speech on his laptop. “I really liked her, y’know.”
“Honey, I know you did,” he grunted, loosening his tie, like he was hot in his freezing office. “But she was still too young.”
Peggy groaned, she really thought she had found a diamond in the rough. However, three days ago her two weeks notice came along with potential secretaries to replace her was placed on her desk completely ruining her plans.
But she should’’ve seen it coming.
Young things like her never really stick to one place for a long time.
“I …” Steve was clearly busy and getting slowly frustrated with her so she just relented. “I’m sorry for whining to you, honey. I’m just … really frustrated.”
Steve smiled at her, “How about I take you out in that restaurant you like to cheer you up huh?”
Peggy beamed, it had been a long time since they had a date together. Steve had been slumped with work as the election neared, even going as far as staying at a nearby hotel instead of going home to save some time. A dinner sounded so nice. “Yes please. I’ll get out of your hair then,” she leaned over the table, pressing a kiss to her husbands lips as a goodbye. “See you later, senator.”
Steve watched as his wife left, closing the door behind her and disappearing into the corner before he let himself relax and lean on the back of his chair, grinning maliciously at the young thing warming his cock, spit and tears dripping down her face.
“You hear that, doll?” he mocked, wrapping his hand on her ponytail to use her mouth like a warm cocksleeve. He would feel bad if she wasn’t so religiously sucking and moaning like a Grade A whore. “Would’ve broken her heart to know her precious assistant was now assisting her husband, hmm?”
You moaned on his cock, large droplets of tears dropping in your pretty eyes making him harder.
“What was that, baby?” The act of having a girl suck him off while his wife was right in front of him should’ve made him feel guilty but her mouth was too damn irresistable to stop using.
He pulled her off his cock, smirking at her whine, like a child having her favorite toy stolen. “I … I wanna cum, daddy.”
God, she really is his perfect doll.
“Hmm,” he pretended to look at his Rolex watch despite knowing he didn’t have any meeting today, ignoring your soft cries of desperation as you kissed and licked on his mast and rubbed your face on his pants. “Hop on then, you have three minutes.”
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He looked golden on the screen, the same flawless being with the same perfect woman on his side. But from your position you were able to see the cracks in their smile, and the boredom and irritation in their eyes that hid the strain in their relationship.
After all, the cock of the man who was lovingly kissing his wife’s cheek on the large TV screen of your penthouse was harshly pistoning inside you while you were bent down on the kitchen island.
“You like that, huh? Like watching her ignorant face?”
You moaned at his words, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt that ran from your core to every limb of your body. It was electrifying, the heat on your body makes you want to explode into pieces.
Your eyes widened in horror when the camera zoomed out and you saw she was wearing the black colored version of the heels you were also currently wearing while he fucked you like an animal. The pink pumps the first gift of his husband to you after the first night the two of you spent together desecrating his marriage.
“I got an idea. Why don't you apologize to her, doll,” he grunted, pulling on your hair to make you look straight into her face. “Apologize for having such a tight and delicious cunt. For stealing her husband away from her.”
“I -- daddy, please! I’m cumming!” you cried, mouth hanging open, his ministrations on your cunt not stopping.
“Not yet, apologize to her!”
“I’m sorry!” you moaned , eyes rolling at the back of your head and sobbing from overstimulation. You could almost taste your orgasm, receiving such a sick pleasure on his nasty words. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Rogers! I’m sorry for stealing your husband! F-For having a tight cunt!”
He grunted in approval, doubling his efforts in torturing your poor cunt until it was raw and molded to the shape of his meaty girth.
“I’m sorry for letting him fuck me behind your back!” The words were like vomit coming out of your mouth, unstoppable babbles that listed your dreadful sins and making them even more real.
Your mind playing flashbacks of all the sordid acts you had done with the married man. Letting him fuck you in their shared home every-time she left town, sucking on his cock on their anniversary party, even letting him play with your soaking cunt while the three of you had one last dinner together before you terminated your contract with Peggy.
“I’m sorry … I’m sorry for …”
“That’s enough, baby. Such a good baby,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck and nipping on your earlobe just as he buried himself to the hilt triggering you into an explosive orgasm while he painted your warm orifice with his spunk. “My good doll.”
You could barely feel anything else, nothing but the emptiness as he pulled out, and the sick dripping of his cum from your raw hole. You flinched, silently sobbing on the table as he gathered the drop of cum on your legs and rubbed it into your sensitive flesh, whistling like he was simply painting a new wall in his house.
Sex with Steve was always mindblowing, leaving you shaking and drooling, barely existing to the rest of the world. And it was no different now, in your ears you could hear the faint sound of Peggy’s speech, declaring her love and pride to her perfect husband, whose cum rested in your womb.
“Come here, baby,” he pulled you up, carrying you like a bride in your shared bedroom masterfully avoiding the large collection of designer dresses, clothes, along with your new black credit card by the door. “Let’s get you in a bath, hmm? That sound good?”
You nodded, rubbing your face on his chest, your free hand clutching on to his shirt for dear life, and the dim lights making the diamond on your ring finger glitter like the stars seen on your floor to ceiling bedroom window.
It was the symbol of his devotion -- his promise to you.
Just until the election, he was planning to run for president, and he can’t lose that because he was fucking his wife’s ex-assistant who was barely half his age.
“Doll?”
You looked up at him. Here, in your eyes, he was not golden.
Here he was a bad man, who drinks too much and smokes too much. A man full of darkness and shadows that sneaks and marks your soul as tar-black as his. Whose kisses were harsh and bites were cruel, a man who would fuck you within an inch of your life then go home to his wife with the same fake charming smile that was almost always painted on his face for the outside world.
Lying to her face knowing she would warily accept it, too scared of the truth.
“Doll?”
But it’s okay.
Because here, in your dark safe haven, he was yours.
And you will take any piece of him that he was willing to give.
“You with me?”
Always.
You’ll always be here, in the shadows, a sinful existence to his perfect life. Waiting, pleading, counting the scraps of attention he manages to throw your way.
“Yes, daddy.”
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Life Without Colour {Steve/Plus Size Reader/Bucky}
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Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader
Inspired by a tiktok trend lmao. i don’t usually enjoy love triangles, i find it unfair but couldn’t get this idea out of my head.
i might make this a series??? what do we think??
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
Life with Steve was a comfortable life. It was a good life; full of love, affection and happiness. You’d always felt like something was missing and something was missing. You hadn’t seen colour yet. When you met Steve, you knew that you weren’t soulmates yet he asked you out anyway and you said yes despite knowing that. You almost hated the life of soulmates and the fact that you had one soulmate, what if they lived miles and miles away? What if they were dead? What if you never met them? There were too many questions and not enough answers. You knew of some people who never met their soulmate and their vision was always in black and white. You also knew of some people who had been in large crowds or had been drunk, met their soulmate or at least glanced at their soulmate and either couldn’t find them in the crowd or the next day didn’t know who they were and there was no telling of who it could be because their vision was already colourful. So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the soulmate thing.
Steve had met his soulmate, it was Peggy Carter. The moment he met her as he stood in the line up in the army and she scoped them out, his world flooded with colour and so did hers. He hadn’t hidden this from you at all and you admired that; you admired his honestly. He smiled on your first date when he noticed you were apprehensive, “We’re not soulmates, it’s okay.” You relaxed then, “I like to think that there’s more than just one person out there for me. I like to choose my own destiny.”
It wasn’t long before you were in a committed relationship with him. He was like a breath of fresh air, so caring and kind and you had never been in love like this before. Steve was the closest thing to a soulmate as you’d had. You wished that he was your soulmate, it would ease your mind so much and it would have made your life so much easier. People didn’t think you and Steve should be together, you were regularly met with comments like, ‘You’re just setting up for heartache when you find your soulmate.’
You and Steve had spoken about what would happen if your world flooded with colour and you met your soulmate. Honestly, you’d expected a fight to break out but Steve was so kind about it and so level headed, unlike anything or anyone you’d ever seen before. ‘It would hurt me but I said on our first date that we weren’t soulmates. I love you, (y/n), and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I trust you. I would trust that you would be open with me and let me know what you want to do. I can’t stop you from being with your soulmate so if you wanted to get to know them and see where it goes then I wouldn’t stop you. I just want you to be happy and I don’t want to hold you back from it. Just know that I love you and I believe in us.’  You told him that no matter what, you loved him first and he meant everything to you.
Life with Steve was good. You’d been dating for the best part of a year now and things were going good. You’d met most of the team and regularly met up with Sam and Nat, two of Steve’s closest friends. Steve told you all about his past, he told you all about Peggy and all about Bucky and you loved hearing stories of his past. The way Steve spoke of Peggy made you a little jealous but you couldn’t compete with his soulmate besides, he loved you. He was with you, planning a life and future with you, so you didn’t mind when he reminisced. You hadn’t met Bucky yet but you’d heard all about him. He was laying low in Wakanda, Steve told you, to try and undo the mind control that HYDRA had done to him.
‘I can’t wait to meet him one day,’ you said with a smile, ‘I can’t wait to hear all of his stories about you growing up.’ Oh how you would grow to regret saying that.
It was at Tony’s birthday party that your whole entire world changed and that is where this story begins.
“Do I look okay?” You asked Steve as you walked out from the bedroom. You wore a dress that was a little tighter than what you’d normally opt for, it showed off more curves; hugging your larger stomach and your back rolls.
Steve grinned at you, “Beautiful, sweetheart. I love that dress on you.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” He was so handsome, with that gorgeous smile and his hair styled to perfection. He wore black suit and tie, “My god, my boyfriend is the hottest man alive.”
Steve laughed as you approached him, planting a kiss on your forehead, “My god, my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl alive.”
You looked up at him, wishing that you could stare into his blue eyes and see the shade of them, “I love you, Steve.”
“I love you, too.” A large part of him wished that you had seen colour when you saw him, in fact the majority of him wished that. Deep down, he worried what would happen if you met your soulmate. He trusted you, god he really did, but it worried him. He hadn’t loved like this since Peggy and when he lost her, it almost broke him and he didn’t know if he could do that again.
He kissed you softly and pulled away all too soon. People didn’t understand your relationship, they always questioned whether or not you could be in love with someone that wasn’t your soulmate and the answer you told them was always yes, you can be in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate. Soulmate didn’t mean romantic, soulmate could be platonic too. You told them that you got butterflies whenever Steve kissed you, you missed him every time he was gone, you thought of him all the time and you knew; you knew that he was made for you. People just didn’t understand.
“Let’s go, love,” Steve said as he pulled away, “I gotta show you off and tell the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” He just always knew exactly what to say, always knew how to lift you up and make you feel confident. Being a plus size woman dating Steve Rogers, America’s hunkiest superhero, it always made you feel a little insecure. When reporters or tabloids took a photo of the two of you together, the comments would always talk about you not being good enough for Steve. The media was a toxic place, that favoured white skinny people and hated everyone else. Your weight did not define your beauty or your worth. You were beautiful and you demanded respect. Steve was good for reminding you of that fact. He had been the one to tell you to wear this dress, he had told you that you looked like a Greek goddess and that Aphrodite herself would be jealous.
You had been to a few of Tony Stark’s parties before and each was always grander and wilder than the previous. This time though he had promised that it would be more intimate than the previous ones. Usually, half the city piled into the Stark Industries turned Avengers Tower and partied until dawn so you didn’t trust him when he said that it would be a more private event.
Low and behold, Tony Stark had been telling the truth! There were maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty guests, which was still a lot but it was a lot of people you knew. A lot of SHIELD employees were there, Maria, Fury, the guy that played Galactica (you really should learn his name). Tony had invited the team, family, friends, reporters and even... “Is that Paris Hilton?”
“Yeah,” Tony said, appearing at your back, “I built some tech for her dog Tinkerbell so that she could talk to her years ago. She’s pretty cool.”
“My god.”
“Welcome,” Tony grinned, “Champagne?” He asked, snapping his finger and suddenly, a waiter came to you and offered you and Steve two glasses of champagne. You took one and sipped at it, “Love that dress, (y/n), love the colour.” Tony winked at you before getting caught in a conversation with Pepper.
You looked down at your dress, “Yeah, love the colour,” you muttered sardonically. Steve glanced at you, feeling a pang of sadness for you, before pointing over to Nat and Sam. Natasha smiled at you, complimenting your dress and your hair.
“Steve said the colour goes well with my eyes. He said that it’s red.” you said with a smile.
Nat looked at your sadly, “Still nothing?”
You shook your head, “No. I mean, I’m half hoping that I’ll wake up one morning, look at Steve and it’ll happen. I wish it could’ve been him.”
You and Nat had become close over the year, she was funny and kind and she always made you feel better about anything that was going on. She could also be stubborn and sarcastic but she was such a good friend, “Anyway, enough about me,” you said with a smile, “Bruce made a move yet?”
Natasha smiled as she looked over to Bruce, “Uh, yeah, actually.”
“Shut up!” You grinned, taking another sip of your drink, “When? What happened?!”
“He asked me on a date.”
As Natasha spilled the beans on her and Banner’s painfully slow budding relationship, you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to Steve who stood a few feet away and hugged him. You didn’t notice Steve’s laughter and comment of, “It’s so good to see you, man.”
After a few minutes, Steve interrupts you and Natasha, “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s someone really important that I want you to meet.”
You cock your head, “Sure, who is it?”
You can’t see them, Steve’s figure hides whoever it is. Steve grins and you can tell whoever it is is super important to him, “(y/n), I’d love for you to meet my best friend. (y/n) meet Bucky and Bucky meet (y/n).”
Steve steps to the side and your eyes look up and suddenly, you’re staring into the most intense blue eyes, “Bucky...” You whisper as colour floods your senses. The black and white fades from view and instead, colour floods into your vision. There he is, Bucky, the best friend of your boyfriend and apparently... your soulmate.
Oh, fuck.
Bucky’s smile falls as colour floods into his vision and he finds himself staring into your eyes, the first colour that he saw; the first face he’d seen in colour; his soulmate. The two of you stare at the other, unable to move or speak. Steve watches the two of you curiously, “You two okay? Don’t tell me you hate each other already.” You didn’t know what to do. How could you tell your boyfriend that his best friend was your soulmate? You couldn’t. You knew that it would crush Steve. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
It’s Bucky who forces himself to look away from you and clears his throat, a smile plastered on his face, “No, just surprised that you never mentioned how beautiful (y/n) is.” He’s handsome, you’d known that for ages by all of the photos that Steve had shown you but he’s really handsome with a tanned complexion and short dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of (what you would soon learn to be) blue and they were lovely. They looked sad; haunted almost and had such intensity that it made you feel self-conscious the longer you stared at each other. He wore dark pants and a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his metal arm glinting in the light. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate. 
Steve’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve heard so much about you,” you say, forcing a smile, “Steve talks about you all the time.”
Bucky extends his hand, almost unsure whether he wants to make physical contact with you. You look at his hand and up to his eyes before extending your own hand and shaking it. He has a firm handshake with calloused hands from years of dealing with weapons and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. There wasn’t a spark or that electricity that people talk about. People described touching their soulmate like being shocked yet it was just a hand and it was just for a second.
Bucky smiles as he drops his hand, “I hope it’s all good stuff he’s been saying.”
“Of course,” you say, “I thought you were Wakanda though.”
“I was,” Bucky nods, “but I’ve been free from HYDRA for a few months now and I felt confident enough to come home again.”
“Even got a new haircut,” Steve grins, reaching out to ruffle Bucky’s newly cropped in hair.
Bucky rolls his eyes, “You remember when you were the five foot four scrawny kid that could barely reach my head if you reached up? I miss that.”
Your head hurts from all of the bright colours; so many bright colours all around you that made you wince. You didn’t know how people just adapted to the bright colours. There were so many and you didn’t know what their names were, “Excuse me, I’m just going to get some air.”
You turned on your heel and left, trying to ignore Bucky’s eyes that bore into the side of your skull and instead walked towards Tony’s balcony. You could feel your breathing quicken as your heels tapped on the marble floors as panic rose in your chest along with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Turning the handle, you opened the balcony doors and slipped out. Thankfully no one else was here so you were free to express whatever emotion you wanted. You looked out at the city, away from the party, as you let yourself feel. The city was beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Your hands trembled as they clung to the railing, terrified of what was going to happen next. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, was your soulmate. Out of the seven billion people in the world and your soulmate just had to be your boyfriend’s best friend.
Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm down your sense of panic as bile rose in your throat. Squeezing your eyes closed, you breathed in deeply through your nose, “You’re okay,” you whispered to yourself, repeating the mantra over and over.
You were so focused that you didn’t realise someone else had stepped outside with you and were approaching you, “Look at the sky,” the voice said; the voice that made a shiver creep down your spine, “It’s okay, just look to the sky, (y/n).”
Opening your eyes, you looked to the sky. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Bucky, “The night sky is the same as it always was; still dark with white stars. Slow your breathing down and focus on the stars.” You did as he instructed, forcing yourself to breathe slower and deeper and forcing yourself to look only at the stars. It was minutes later when your breathing was slow that you felt confident enough to look out at the city, “How you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed,” was all you said.
Bucky nodded, leaning against the railing and looking out, “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He asked, sparing you a glance, “Colours, I mean. I have no idea what each one is. I don’t know what’s blue or red or green but they’re beautiful.”
You nodded, “Yeah... What colour of eyes do you have?”
“I’ve been told blue, why?”
You pointed, “That colour. That billboard that’s talking about pizza. That’s blue. It’s the same colour as your eyes.” It was a lovely shade of blue actually; a deeper, more intense blue.
Bucky pointed to a flashing light across the way, “That’s the same colour as your dress.”
“Red. Steve told me that this dress is red.” You looked over at the light, “I’m too scared to look at the dress. It doesn’t feel right. He bought me this dress, he compliments how well it suits me and I’ve just discovered colour with his best friend.”
“I know... It’s the last thing I wanted or thought would happen.”
“Honestly, I would’ve preferred my soulmate be Loki, no offense, but that would’ve been much easier than this.” 
Bucky laughed slightly, “I’ll drink to that.” He drained the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the ledge, “Steve told me all about you. Whenever we’d call, all he wanted to talk about was you.”
“All Steve liked to talk about was you,” you said to him, “I suppose we’re the greatest loves of his life right here, Peggy aside.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Told you about Peggy, huh?” You responded with an ‘of course’. Silence falls on the two of you and it’s Bucky who breaks the silence a minute later, “Look, it’s gonna be awkward. We can try and pretend this isn’t there but we’ll always know but... I won’t tell him if you don’t.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, “Shouldn’t we tell him?”
Bucky shrugs, “If that’s what you want.” I don’t know what I want right now. I want to have never met you, Bucky Barnes. I want to go home and to curl into bed with my boyfriend. I want black and white vision back, “This would... destroy him. I don’t know if I’m prepared to tell him, not yet at least. Could you?”
You thought about it, going through scenarios in your head, “I want to but... I don’t want hurt him.”
Bucky nods and looks out towards the cityscape again, “So, it’s decided. We keep it a secret and don’t worry, we can try and avoid each other and pretend that nothing’s happened... Deal?”
You nod, “Bucky... I’m sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologised but you felt a pang of guilt that you’re his soulmate and nothing can happen between the two of you.
Bucky laughs but you notice that it seems a little forced, “If only I’d met you first, doll, eh?” You laugh with him slightly, only quiet and only for a second, “I’m sorry too. This isn’t easy so I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to avoid me like I’m the plague,” you tell him, “I don’t want Steve to get suspicious but he’ll get suspicious if we��re never around each other...” Bucky nods and tells you that he understands, “My god, it’s all a bit complicated.”
You feel a pang of guilt again that you’d be hiding it from Steve but it’s for the best. At least for just now until you and Bucky kind of understood everything and got a hang of the new world in front of you. You didn’t want to lie to him but you couldn’t tell him this... not yet anyway. Bucky mirrors you and sighs, “It’s for the best.” He nods, “We’ll tell him eventually...”
Bucky gives you one last smile before he turns and leaves. He pauses and walks back over to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n).” He says sincerely, “You really are beautiful, Steve’s a lucky guy.”
You look up at Bucky and you know that anyone would kill for him to be their soulmate, “It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky,” you say, voice barely louder than a whisper, “It’s nice to finally know who my soulmate is even if it can never happen.”
He takes a breath before going inside and it’s then that you finally look down at your dress. The colour surprises you, it’s bright yet dark and deep and rich and it’s beautiful. Steve had done a good job picking this one out. You lift your head and notice Steve approaching from inside.
You turn your back to him, taking a deep breath, before he’s beside you, “I saw the two of you talking,” he says happily, “You like him?”
You turn to him, about to say something when you falter. His eyes. His marvellous blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Bucky’s, brighter. You find yourself melting into them. You love them. Steve says your name, snapping you out of your trance, “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head. Uh, yeah, he’s lovely,” you say with a quick smile, “He thinks really highly of you, Steve.”
Steve grins, “I’m so glad that the two of you get along, I was so worried in case you didn’t. I was even worried in case it turned out that you two were soulmates because Bucky sees black and white too!” Steve laughs and you want to cry. You want to blurt out the truth; you should have told him. Dear god, you should have told him then and there but you don’t. Instead you force a laugh and laugh with him. Steve notices nothing.
You talk for a few more minutes before you tell him that you’re really tired and have a migraine coming. It’s not a lie. “Can we go home?” Steve nods, shrugging his suit jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.
“Let’s go.” He leads you back inside and you find yourself unable to look at anything other than the floor, “Let me say bye to everyone first, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple before weaving through the crowd to find the team and say bye. He’s back barely a moment later and as your leaving you accidentally bump into something hard; really hard.
“Jesus!” You hiss, grabbing your shoulder.
“Shit, sorry-” It’s Bucky. Of course it is. Of course. You can barely look him in the the eye longer than a second, “You okay? I promise the other one isn’t that hard.”
Steve mimics his question of asking if you’re okay, you nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve got a migraine, didn’t see you.”
“You know, I have a migraine coming on too,” Bucky says, rubbing his head. That was what finally seeing colour did to you, you supposed. “You two heading home?”
Steve nods, “Yeah... What about hanging out some point this week?” He asks Bucky, “You could come for dinner... Sunday?” Steve looks to you, “We’re not busy, are we?” You shake your head.
Bucky glances at you almost looking for your approval before he answers. You give the tiniest of nods and Bucky relaxes, “Yeah, sure. Sunday sounds great.”
Steve grins and the pair hug, “I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll set it up.”
As the pair say their goodbyes, you look up at Bucky, meeting those blue eyes. God, you just need to go home and sleep. Maybe this is all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and everything will be black and white again and the guilt will be gone. You muster up the strength to say goodbye to Bucky before Steve leads you out of Stark Tower.
It’s a long car ride home and you’re only fifteen minutes away in a car. The drive is long and all you can think about is Bucky, nothing romantic but more you couldn’t believe that your soulmate is Bucky. The universe is fucked up; getting off on causing the biggest love triangle of the 21st century.
Steve asks if you’re okay and all you can say is, “Tired.” He frowns at you, knowing something’s bothering you. He knows you the best out of anyone on his planet so he knows exactly when something’s wrong. He puts it down to the migraine and tiredness but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind as he drives you both home, something that makes him think that something else is wrong and bothering you.
As soon as you get to Steve’s apartment, you kick off your shoes and ask him to unzip you. He does and immediately, you step out of your dress and go to put some pyjamas on. He picks up your dress and follows you into the bedroom,  “Are you sure that nothing is wrong?”
You sigh, “I’m fine, really. This migraine is just doing a number on me and I’m tired. I think I just need to sleep.” Steve lets you get dressed and brush your teeth. When you come back into the bedroom, he’s in bed waiting for you with a bottle of water and some migraine tablets, “God, I love you, Steve Rogers.” You take the medication and the water and set it down on the bedside cabinet. 
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead once you’re settled into bed, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Something you always envied about Steve was his ability to fall asleep quickly. He always said that it was a perk of the super solider serum. Within three minutes, Captain America is snoring beside you, arms wrapped around you tightly. You try to sleep but all you can think about, all you see when you close your eyes is Bucky’s piercing dark eyes staring into your soul. When you do get to sleep, those blue eyes haunt you.
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky can’t get your face out of his head. He lays on the floor of his apartment, the cold wood cooling the heat of his body. He can’t stop thinking about you. After years of wondering who his soulmate is he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it’s his best friends girl. Bucky sighs and rolls over.
If only I met you first, doll, eh?
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Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do
A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)
Warnings: nothing yet :)
Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..
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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.
He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.
-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.
-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.
He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.
-Did you get the job?
-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.
-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.
-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?
-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.
-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?
-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..
After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.
You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.
-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.
-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?
-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?
-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.
-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.
- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?
-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).
-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.
-It's okay, i don't really...
-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.
-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.
-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.
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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.
-So thats about it, what do you think?
-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.
-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.
-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.
-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.
Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.
Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.
When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.
-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?
-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.
- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.
- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.
- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.
-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.
When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.
-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).
-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.
You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?
-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.
-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.
-Thank you very much.
Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.
With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.
You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.
After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...
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Devil's Warrior
-Okay so i keep seeing different things about bucky's age when he joined the military but apparently in the first Captain America movie he was 28 and steve was 25? So in the comics steve was older by three years and in the mcu bucky was one year older. fuck this i'm too stupid to calculate the math. and so bucky was 16 when he 'joined' oh shit damn he's shirtless and hot. cough anyways and i don't know so let's just say that reader is as of now twenty three and trained bucky. it'll make sense later i promise.
"Hey Steve,"
Bucky pulled aside the short blond.
"Yeah?"
Steve looked up at Bucky, confused.
"Stay away from him."
Bucky pointed at you going towards Peggy, your dark clothing mixed in with your surroundings.
"Why?"
You seemed harmless, he had never seen you before.
"He's called the devil's warrior for a reason."
Memories of you ruthlessly killing and training soldiers flashed in his mind.
"He doesn't look like a devil."
Your skin and hair glowed in the sunlight, to Steve you looked more like an angel.
"Looks can be deceiving."
Looking at Steve, you grinned at seeing him get the flag. Peggy looked at you with a knowing look in her eyes. "He interests you, doesn't he?" She asked. "He does. Like Sergeant Barnes did and does." The woman poked your cheek with her finger. "He's like twenty-eight and you're only twenty-three. You're five years younger yet trained him when he was twenty-three and you were eighteen." She said just as Steve got in next to you.
Peggy was talking to you about training the new soldiers making Steve gulp, t didn't go unnoticed by you of course. "Oh and (y/n), sergeant Barnes wants to speak to you once we get back." She said once more making you nod.
You saw Bucky waiting for you. "Sergeant Barnes, you wanted to talk?" You asked, Bucky bowed his head. "Yes, thank you for coming. But, you have trained me when others thought I would be useless. Is that what you're going to do for Steve?" You sigh. "He's fragile that's for sure. In the future maybe I will. Who knows, I'm being sent on another solo mission and this could take up to a month. Maybe I'll come back, maybe I won't."
What you said stuck with Bucky after the serum was given to Steve you disappeared that night. "Hey, Sergeant. He left something for you." Peggy said.
'Bucky
As my student and comrade,
You will always be in my mind, from the sleepless nights you gave me to always wanting to train. Remember? You broke into my tent and made it a living hell, from dumping water on me while I slept to endless training hours.
Stay safe...okay?
- (Y/n) (L/n).'
"And he wanted you to have this," Peggy murmured, holding out a necklace you always wore. The yang part to your yin and yang necklace. Bucky held it tightly before putting it on and not bothering to hide it inside his uniform. Memories flashed in his mind that night. "I never said I'd lie and wait forever, if I died we'd be together. I can't always just forget her, but she could try."
You always sang the same song every time you went out, Bucky easily had it memorized.
Three months passed,
You were nowhere to be seen until
"Sergeant Barnes, Sergeant Major (l/n) is outnumbered badly. He's bleeding from multiple wounds." Bucky could not describe the relief he felt, a group of men had quickly come to help you. Only then you had collapsed in Bucky's arms, smiling up at him.
"Okay well damn Howard you have a son now." Somehow still alive, after Bucky fell off the train and Steve was iced, you'd grown closer to the Starks. Howard, Maria, Bucky, and Steve were the ones who knew of your 'abilities.' Similar to James Howlett, aging was slowed. You still looked to be only twenty-three, by the time Tony would be around forty you'd look like twenty-five.
Ah yes being an alchemist and slow aging person in the military, such a good combination. Did you really think I was gonna let you go without adding something? Anyways.
"Howard please calm down."
"My wife is in labor-" Que her screaming and yelling curses at Howard.
"And by the looks of it you are either gonna pass out or I'm gonna make you pass out." You said, yeah it was the former. Catching his limp body, you placed it awkwardly in a chair before "Mr.Stark, your wife wants to see you." In all your years of living, you had never seen someone get up so fast, go in a room, and faint again.
Laughing, you pressed the 'stop recording' button on the camera. Oh lord would this make for a good story for Anthony later on. After a few minutes, Howard came out looking at you, "Come and meet your godson."
You saw that Maria didn't let Howard carry Anthony just because she was scared he was gonna faint with Anthony in his arms. Instead, you held him securely in your arms with Howard right next to you. "If we lay a strong enough foundation we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you and you'll blow us all away someday."
"Where could you be hiding? Under the bed?" You heard a six-year-old Anthony giggle in his closet as you looked under his bed. "Hm, perhaps behind the curtains?" You looked behind the curtains as the closet door opened. Turning around with your eyes closed, Anthony tackle-hugged your legs with a white blanket over him. You faked a gasp. "A ghost!" Picking him up he was laughing now as you gently threw him on the bed and tickled him.
Tony threw off the blanket making you gasp again. "Tony Stark, you're the ghost?"
You tried to spend all of your time with Anthony, from telling Howard to spend more time with his son to taking on spy missions from Shield. Whenever Howard and Maria died, it was you and Tony. You assured him it wasn't his fault, and so you had shown him videos of him when he was younger and the famous video when Maria was in labor.
Although after that, Tony engrossed himself in work leaving you to take more and more missions. Having your own two floors in his towers as well as your own level which only he and Rhodey had. It wasn't until whenever Steve woke up when Tony figured out your past with him, when he asked before your eyes turned darker before changing the subject.
If you weren't taking missions, you were with Steve catching him up with current life. You helped him settle in as well as training him up to your standards since you couldn't back then. Quote on quote "Training with you is literal hell, how could Bucky stand it?" "Simple, he couldn't."
The day you saw Bucky again, it was chaos. He was still the Winter Soldier but he broke when he saw you. "Hey darling," You muttered in tears, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Please don't leave me..."
When the whole 'civil war' started, you sided with Steve and Bucky. "I'm sorry Tony, but what you want is for people like me to be chained up. Still love you." After becoming literal fucking war criminals, you had stayed in Wakanda with him.
And then Thanos happened, you had used your alchemy to cut HiS hAnD rIgHt oFf. "Why- Why didn't anyone else think of that?" Yeah you were disappointed in them and let them know. "Oh my god he's giving me the glare-" "What glare?" "The glare he used to give me whenever I ate candy before bed-" "I'm sorry what?" "I said what I said."
Bonus:
"Anthony Howard Stark get your ass over here!"
Que Tony running down the hallway screaming.
"James Buchanan Barnes! Steven Grant Rogers!"
Never before have they seen the two super soldiers plus billionaire run so fast, they swore they saw Tony activate his nanotechnology. "We're sorry!" Steve yelled out.
"You fucks literally poured cold water on me while I was sleeping! And you James are fucked!"
Now Steve and Bucky were hiding behind the couches.
"Why did you pour water on (y/n) out of all people? you could've done it to Clint." "Hey!"
"I just wanted to relive some memories!"
"...Do we want to know.."
"yes and no."
"James Buchanan Barnes!"
Bucky paled. He was going to die.
"Don't you think I forgot about you Tony, Steve!"
"Better hide."
-Silas Here
So I didn't really like how this came out but I was working on something else too. not proofread obviously.
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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years
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FATWS One Shot #4 - Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides
Word Count: 1922
Warnings: Cursing, Implied PTSD, Mention of IED, Motorcycle Ride Without Helmets
Setting/Characters: Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Sam’s therapy group, Lady at the Front Desk, Mentions of Peggy Carter and Riley
A/N: Here’s number 4! Like I said in the previous One Shot, I’m hoping to get TWS One Shots done today and tomorrow. Um, I don’t have a lot to say this time since I unloaded pretty much everything in the last One Shot. So, I guess that’s all!
This isn’t beta’d, as usual, so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this part, thank you for reading, and stay tuned!
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“How is she?”
Steve nodded, taking the helmet he insisted on keeping for you in the compartment under his seat out and handing it over. What a hypocrite. “She’s fine. I guess. She…forgot. We were in the middle of a conversation and she…forgot I was alive.”
You gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Alzheimer’s is a scary thing. I’m sorry. It must be hard seeing your best girl go through that.” He froze, his wide eyes scanning you. You ignored his gaze, giving him the helmet back. You really hoped it didn’t come out as sad and spiteful as you meant it. You didn’t want to despise her, you really didn’t. You couldn’t. You had too much respect for her. She did help build the organization you worked for. You just hated the position you found yourself in. “We’re just going to the VA. It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”
“No, honey. I don’t want you getting hurt-”
“I won’t, Steve.” You pushed back. “I’ve done it before in a lot more dangerous places than the streets of DC. Plus, I trust you. You wouldn’t let me get hurt, would you?”
His lips turned up slightly, his head shaking just enough. “No. No, I wouldn’t. Hop on, then.” He jerked his head to his bike, putting the helmet away before sitting down with you following his lead. You pressed against him, an arm around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips lightly. “Ready?”
“Mhmm.” You hummed, setting your chin on his shoulder.
The bike roared to life underneath you before you took off. You were never worried when Steve drove. Sometimes he liked going fast when you two go for a drive through backroads of Virginia for a weekend, camping underneath the stars. But when you were in DC, he cruised, fast enough that you could get pulled over for doing ten over, but slow enough that you didn’t have to shout over the rush of the wind combing through your hair.
He usually talked to you while driving, but he was quiet this time. You turned your head to study him. His jaw ticked ever so often, his eyebrows furrowed and those pink lips turned down.
You didn’t want to distract him, but you couldn’t help but lift your free hand, tracing his jaw from his chin to his ear before pressing soft circles into the hinge of his jaw with your thumb. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”
“No. No, you’re perfect, honey.” He reassured quickly, moving around a car, side eyeing you for just a second. “I’ve just…there’s a lot on my mind. A lot I need to figure out.”
You nodded. “If you ever need me. I’m here.”
He grinned, taking your hand in one of his to press a kiss to the knuckles, eyes not leaving the road. “I know.”
“Tell me more about this Sam Wilson guy.”
Steve chuckled before telling you about his run the day prior and how he lapped Wilson a few times and their conversation afterwards. He was just finishing up when he parked in the parking garage of the VA, “and then Natasha drove up saying she was looking for a fossil she was supposed to pick up.”
“A fossil.” You snorted. “I’m gonna have to use that.”
He gave you a playful glare as you swung your leg around and stood up. Catching your jaw between his fingers, he chuckled when he squished your cheeks together. “Call me a fossil, honey, and I’ll tell Fury the only way I’m doing missions is if you don’t.”
You gasped, shaking your head. “You ‘ouldn’!” You slurred out, trying to talk with your lips pursed.
He gave a little giggle, gently making your head move up and down in a nod. “Oh yes I would.” He pecked your nose, letting go of your cheeks. “C’mon, dame.” You blinked after him as he started towards the elevators with long strides.
“You’re an ass, you know that?”
He smirked at you over his shoulder as you jogged to catch up, holding his hand out behind him. “C’mon. You know I’d never do that to ya.”
Narrowing your eyes, you snatched his hand and huffed. “Well…yeah. But still.”
Another chuckle left his lips, pulling you closer to his side as you pressed the button for the elevator, leaving a kiss on your head. You fell into comfortable silence after that, Steve’s thumb tracing patterns on your hand while you waited for the elevator to ding.
When it finally did, Steve had a pen pulled out and, as you entered the elevator, he pulled your hand up closer to his face, lifting the writing utensil to the back of your palm.
You didn’t say anything, merely looking around the elevator after pushing the level you were going to. It was something you found that calmed Steve; drawing. So whenever he was bored or anxious, you let him draw on your hand. He used to ask, but he stopped after you told him you’d never say no.
The elevator dinged and the doors open, causing Steve to stop inking up your skin and drop your still linked hands down to your sides, shoving his pen in his pocket. You looked down at the partial flower and leaves wrapping around your wrist, smiling affectionately. He really was a good artist.
The lady at the front desk told you where to go when you asked for Sam Wilson, which Steve did rather eagerly, making you laugh. He had told you about Sam’s want to impress her when he came in. Apparently he was with a group, but she said it was okay for you to go in as long as you didn’t disrupt anything. Steve thanked her, before following her directions down the hall and around the corner.
You heard them before you saw them. A woman was talking, telling a story of how she got pulled over the previous week. Steve leaned against a column to the side of the room, out of the way, putting his hands in his pockets. You let his hand go to allow him to do so, linking your arm with his and holding his wrist with your free hand.
“I swerved…to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.”
You watched Steve’s reactions through the rest of the session. It wasn’t much longer - maybe ten minutes - before it ended. You had tried to convince him to go to one of these when he first got out of the ice, but he refused.
“I’ve already got you, honey. That’s all I need.”
And, yes, he did have you; your assignment was literally helping him with that stuff. But you still thought he’d benefit from it. Especially now since you had started going back on your own assignments. Maybe he’d start going to Wilson’s.
After the meeting, you and Steve walked up to the veteran who had just finished his farewells and started cleaning up the table at the front with brochures and things. “Look who it is. The running man. And who’s this pretty lady?”
You smiled, sticking out your hand, your name leaving your lips in an introduction. “Sam Wilson.” He shook your hand with a grin of his own. “Nice to meet you, cher.”
“You too, Sam.”
“We caught the last few minutes.” Steve stated, leaning on the wall again, keeping his arm linked with yours. “It’s pretty intense.”
You listened sadly as Sam told you two about his wingman, Riley, but you didn’t pity him. You knew what it was like to lose people and you hated the pity you received from others. You were glad to see he wasn’t beating himself up over it, even allowing himself to smile as the conversation shifted to his retirement. Steve was right; he did seem like a good guy. 
“Are you thinking about getting out?”
You glanced up at Steve as he answered “no.” You saw the hesitation in his eyes that flickered to you, before he met Sam’s again. “I don’t know.” Hearing Steve admit that he didn’t know what he wanted made your heartache. You wanted him to be happy, and the fact that he didn’t know what made him happy caused you to grip his arm tighter.
You, Sam, and Steve talked a bit longer, getting to know each other a little better. You even did the unthinkable and told him you worked for SHIELD when he asked how you two knew each other. Steve raised an amused eyebrow as your eyes widened, your hand slapping over your mouth.
“Holy shit. I can’t believe I just told you that. You can’t tell anyone.”
Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”
You finally said bye when Sam mentioned needing to get back to work. Walking back towards the elevators, Steve chuckled and nudged you. “You warmed up to him quickly.”
“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes, your face landing in your hands. “Oh my God. I’ve never told anyone that. Ever.”
“I told you. He’s a good person. Easy to talk to.”
“Yeah…speaking of,” you tilted your head up to him as you stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind you. “Do you want to get out?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly. “That’s not what I said. I just…I don’t really know…what to do.”
You pouted a little, tilting your head. “What would you’ve done in the 40’s? After the war?”
“I dunno.” He shuffled on his feet. “Be a lab rat.”
“Steven-”
“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” Your frown deepened, your arms crossing over your chest. “Please don’t.” He said softly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, one thumb smoothing out your forehead while the other ran over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m not. I, just…worry.”
He placed his lips to your forehead, hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer. “Well don’t.”
Your hands mimicked his previous position, holding his face, thumb brushing under his eyes. Your eyes caught sight of the barely started design on your hand, and your lips pursed thoughtfully. 
“What?”
“Drawing makes you happy.” He blinked at your words, confusion in those ocean eyes of his. “You said you don’t know what makes you happy. Drawing does. And you’re really good at it. You could be an artist or something. Like a tattoo artist. I’d go to you. I mean, look at this!” You showed him your hand. “It’s not even halfway done and you did it with a crappy dollar store pen”
He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate that, honey, but I don’t think I could do that day in and day out.”
“Even with new customers coming in every day, asking for different designs in different places?”
Giving a chuckle, he leaned into your palm, kissing it. “You really want me to think about this don’t you?”
You scoffed. “Duh!”
He shook his head, ducking down to press his lips to your cheek, before laying his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m okay right now.”
“Are you?”
“Mhmm.” He hummed, arms wrapping around you. “Because I have you. And you make me happy, honey.”
You hugged him back, face pressing into his neck. You were glad you made him happy. And as long as you made him happy, you’d keep this relationship the way it was. Even if that meant you’d never be his best girl. “You make me happy too, bubs.”
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violetlilysunshine · 3 years
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Late Night
Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You meet Chris working in a bar, before he invites you to his house after closing.
WC: 3,525
Warnings: maybe a quick make out?? idk if I need to warn that, but better safe then sorry. Fluff, fluff, fluff 
A/N: I’m sort of feeling a part two, because I’ve been in such a fluffy turned smutty mood recently. Anyone down?? Lemme Know :)
Tagging the lovelies that wanted this! @maximeevansblog @saltyflowermakertaco
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You’ve been working in this small bar for years now; it mainly catered to older folks, the owners having fallen in love with the 40s and 50s and themed their bar after that. You quickly fell in love with the decades as well, hearing the old music and seeing all of the older people’s faces light up, reliving their glory years. However, usually, there were a couple younger groups there to relish in the theme a bit.
You started as a waitress at 18, trying to work your way through college. Quickly, you moved up to bartender, before one slow night when you randomly decided to sing along to one of the songs that the Thursday night live band always played. They were a pretty good group, and you soon found yourself listening to the songs they played in your free time. After you sang with them, the owners decided to add you to the regular Thursday night entertainment, still bartending on other nights.
You were nearing the end of your set, just two more songs to go before you could take off the heels you had ridiculously decided to wear tonight. They were very 50s and you loved the look, but, carelessly, you hadn’t broken them in yet. You thought you would be fine, but your typical little dance during Fly Me to the Moon had suffered greatly. However, they matched your midi-navy-polka-dot dress and your pin-up style curls, so it wasn’t a total loss.
“Alright everybody, we’re getting close to that time of the night,” you hummed into the microphone, “for this next one we’re gonna slow things down a bit. To those of you I’ve been watching sit in your chairs all night, you’ve only got two more chances to ask your ladies to dance. Even if you don’t know how, ask her anyway, she'll love it.” you joked.
The band started to play Paul Anka’s Put Your Head on My Shoulder, a personal favorite of yours.
“And remember, if anyone needs a partner, I’m ready and willing,” you joked as the intro played. Quite a few times, older men who no longer had a partner took you for a spin for a song or two and you loved it.
You hummed a bit before you started singing along.
As you were singing, you watched a few of the younger guys in the back finally bring their girls out on the floor. Smiling as you watched them, you swayed back and forth.
You kept going with the song, almost at the end, glad that someone hadn’t asked you to dance, because your feet were really killing you.
You finally finished it off, earning a small applause as you twirled with the mic.
“Alright y’all, last song of the night and you know what that means as well,” you spoke to the crowd, “last call for alcohol,” you sang out.
You pointed back at the bar, and your friend who was tending tonight, before she waved at the group. A few people left the dance floor to get a drink as you continued your end of the night spiel, “fellas still sitting by themselves, last chance to take a spin on the floor. I see you still sitting there in the back! It’s a short song, I promise,” you chastised the last table you saw still sitting there.
Two couples from that table got up to dance, leaving one man sitting by himself. You felt kind of bad for turning everyone’s attention to him, but you had offered earlier to dance if anyone needed a partner, so the ball was in his court.
You signaled to the band to start up and spoke, “alright here we go,” into the mic.
It’s Been a Long, Long Time kicked off, and you instantly swayed. The band didn’t usually play this song, but after your Marvel obsession kicked in, you convinced them to add it to the set list.
You sang away, loving life, but your eyes didn’t leave the man in the back. He was obscured by shadows - probably purposefully - but you felt drawn to him already. Something about him sent tingles down your spine.
Before you knew it, the song was over. You took a small bow before turning and pointing at your band, getting the audience to applaud them individually.
“Thanks everybody, have a good night and drive safe. Hope to see you next week!” you spoke quickly and everyone filed off the dance floor to collect their things.
“Thanks, you guys, that was a good show!” you spoke to the band before you rolled up your mic cord and packed it away backstage. As soon as it was safely in its case, you took a seat on one of the saxophone cases and started rubbing your feet.
Soon, the band came back to put their instruments away and you reluctantly gave up your seat. You headed to the bar to sit with your friend while she finished cleaning up; this gave you a chance to rest your feet a little more before attempting to maneuver yourself home.
You glanced around the room quickly and everyone had cleared out except the back table. They were all standing, putting on jackets, and just beginning to file out the door. The couples went first hand-in-hand, followed by the single man. You looked back at your friend and began to make small talk about the next night, seeing as you were off, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“That was a great set,” the man spoke out in a low raspy voice, “I wish I had a dance partner.”
“Thank you, but if I remember correctly, I did offer to dance with anyone. Anyone included you, Chris,” you quipped back lightly, chuckling.
“Well, doll, the way you were stumbling about up there, I didn’t want to risk it,” he joked back, “and you know who I am?”
“I’m gonna head in the back to finish cleaning up and then we can go,” your friend spoke, gently tapping your forearm. You usually carpool to work because you live a few houses down from each other and it just makes sense.
“Alright, sounds good,” you answered her before turning back to Chris, “well I did just sing Steve and Peggy’s song. I wouldn’t be doing it justice if I didn’t know at least its major history. And I don’t think I was stumbling.”
“Okay, fair,” he answered, “maybe stumbling wasn’t the right word, but I can tell your feet hurt in those shoes.”
A small silence settled between the two of you as you got lost in his eyes, barely registering what he had said. His lips curled into a small smile as he gazed back. His eyes darted from yours to your lips for only the slightest second, before wandering down to your feet, which you were rolling slightly on the leg of the barstool, attempting to massage them a little. He looked back into your eyes again, his smile growing. The tension in the room rose quickly, and you began to get a little hot under his gaze. You were wondering how you ever got so lucky to have Chris freaking Evans looking at you like that.
“I’d offer to get you a drink, but you did say last call a little while ago,” he spoke slowly.
“That I did,” you answered, “maybe next time.”
“Or, I could take you somewhere else,” he offered lightly, his voice raising in pitch.
“Hmm, I don’t know if my feet are up for it,” you said softly, “and I don’t know where else we would go on a Thursday night. Everyone is probably announcing their own last call.” You were surprised by your own confidence in front of him. You had no idea how you were keeping it together, let alone flirting.
“Another option,” he suggested, “I could offer you a nightcap at my place. Or maybe coffee? A glass of wine?”
“Eager there are we?” you quipped.
“Well, what can I say, that last song did it for me,” he chuckled, “but really, it would be totally casual, no expectations.”
You thought for a moment, weighing the options. He probably wasn’t a murderer, or a kidnapper. He was probably one of the gentlest guys you could go home with, and lord knows you’ve taken a few risks with others.
“Totally casual doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Really?” he asked, “great! Do you have a car here?”
“No, we carpool,” you said, gesturing at your friend who had just walked back into the room.
“Ready to go?” she asked.
“Actually I was going to head out with Chris,” you said, looking at him while you spoke.
“Oh, okay,” she said, her voice dropping slightly, “well, I’ll lock up the front and we can head out the back together then.”
“Great,” Chris answered, his eyes never leaving you.
You slipped your shoes back on and stepped down from your stool. You grabbed your purse from next to you and turned to grab your jacket, which was no longer on the back of your chair. You looked up and saw Chris holding it open for you and you slipped your arms in, your heart swooning wildly. You smiled at each other and followed your friend out the back.
You hugged her quickly, whispering “I’ll send you my location,” in her ear. After all, a girl can’t be too careful.
You followed Chris to his car around the front of the building, where he opened the door for you before jogging around to the driver’s side.
His car was nice, as to be expected, but not flashy and you enjoyed his modesty. It smelled freshly cleaned - a big plus - but also rode incredibly smoothly. You were more than content to drive around with him, listening to pop songs and belting out musicals, but before you knew it, he was pulling into his driveway.
He got out first, stepping out quickly. You waited half a second, sending your location to your friend quickly. As you were reaching for the door handle, it was being pulled from the outside. Always a gentleman, he is.
Chris flashed you a charming smile as you stepped out, swinging your purse over your shoulder.
“This way, darlin’,” he spoke lowly, shutting the car door. His hand was quick to find a home on your lower back, gently guiding you towards the front door.
Once up the stairs, he crossed in front of you, unlocking the door and slowly pushing it open. The alarm on the wall chirped, signaling the opening of the front door. Chris quickly bent down with his hands in front of his knees, preparing for the impact. Dodger came flying around the corner having heard the chirp, and slammed right into his dad’s hands before jumping onto his dad’s legs begging for pets.
“Hey bubba, how you doin’?” Chris spoke to his best friend, rubbing his ears, “this here is Y/N, be nice to her buddy, no jumping.”
Dodger quickly took notice of you and immediately tried to jump onto your legs, a greeting you weren’t necessarily against, but since Chris said no, you quickly pushed your hand down and met him on the ground. He sat at your feet, immediately accepting your presence.
“He never does that!” Chris spoke, shocked at how quickly Dodger took to you.
“What can I say? I must be magic,” you joked and shrugged at him, making him laugh.
“Well let’s move out of the doorway, yeah?” Chris asked before closing the front door behind you.
Chris moved to the side of the hallway quickly; he kicked off his shoes and encouraged you to do the same. You happily followed suit, aching to get those damn heels off again. You sighed in contentment once your bare feet hit the cool hardwood floor, throwing your head back slightly, closing your eyes, and breathing deeply.
“That bad, huh?” Chris chuckled, waiting for you at the end of the hall.
“Oh yeah, I definitely have to get used to those before I try to wear them again,” you answered back.
“Well, follow me and we’ll figure out that drink I offered.”
You set your purse on the bench next to your shoes before following him into the kitchen. He strolled around the island, resting his forearms on the island.
“Take a seat, doll,” he encouraged you, gesturing to the barstools on the other side.
Usually you wouldn’t have obliged so quickly, offering to help him make whatever, but given the state of your feet, you hopped up quickly.
“Alright, so you have a lot of options, water as always, coffee, beer - my personal favorite - tequila, a slew of other liquor, juice, soda, milk, - which would be weird but whatever - wine, take your pick,” he said smiling at you.
“Coffee sounds good to me, to be honest,” you answered quietly. You would’ve chosen beer simply because it was his favorite, but you weren’t a big fan if you’re being honest.
“Coffee it is, gorgeous,” he answered, filling the pot with water and loading in the grounds, “milk, creamer, sugar, black? What do you like?”
“Milk and sugar would be good.”
“You sure? I’ve got peppermint creamer,” he coaxed you.
“On second thought...” you chuckled, taking him up on his offer.
“Alright, doll, peppermint it is,” he laughed.
Soon the coffee was ready and as excited to try the peppermint creamer as you were, you could’ve watched him flutter around the kitchen for days. He handed you a sleek navy blue mug, taking a red one himself.
“Shall we head to the living room?”
“Whatever you want, it’s your house,” you laughed.
“Alright, follow me,” he said, leading the way, “you too, Dodge,” he called over the island. Dodger had been sitting at his feet the whole time, watching his dad.
He settled into one arm of the couch, pulling the coffee table closer to rest your mugs on. He placed his mug down and gestured for you to join him. You sat on the other end of the sofa, gently, looking over at him. He threw an arm over the back of the couch, kicked his feet out in front of him, and turned his body towards yours. Dodger watched you sit down and looked at you, almost saying “you’re in my spot,” before turning around and going over to his bed by the fireplace.
“How’re your feet doing now?” he asked you.
“They’re okay, it may take a few days to recover,” you laughed back, turning to face him as well. You held your mug in one hand, bringing the other to your foot as you swung your legs up at your side.
Chris reached over towards your feet, pulling them into his lap, “here let me,” he spoke.
You blushed lightly at the very domestic action, but who would say no to a beautiful man rubbing their feet? He massaged them gently and you let out a little groan.
“You really don’t have to do that, but you’re so good at it I don’t want you to stop,” you told him.
“Well then I won’t stop, darlin’.”
He looked at you from across the couch, making your heart swoon again. You let out the quietest moan, enjoying the work of his hands, and closed your eyes.
Chris laughed lightly, whispering something to himself under his breath. You were a little lost in the moment, so you didn’t hear him.
“Sorry, what was that?” you asked him.
“Oh, nothing, just talking to myself,” he answered. You knew that wasn’t the case, but let it rest anyway; it couldn’t have been too important.
Chris started asking you about your work and friends and family, what kind of movies you liked, and music preference of course. You asked him as well, really getting to know each other. He had stopped rubbing your feet a long time ago, but kept them in his lap, an arm thrown across them, rubbing your shins and ankles lightly. Dodger was snoring loudly across the room, and had been for quite a long time. The both of you were so lost in the conversation, that you didn’t realize how late it had gotten. You glanced out the window behind him, beginning to see the sunrise.
“Oh my goodness, what time is it?” you asked him, chuckling.
He glanced at his phone quickly, “almost 5:00,” he said with wide eyes, “I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”
“I’m so sorry,” you said a little embarrassed, “I’ve stayed way too long, I’ll just get out of your hair.” You began to pull your legs out of his lap, but he locked them down.
“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” he spoke quietly, “I’ve really enjoyed your company.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome…” you trailed off.
“Positive, sweetheart. Please, stay.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. He nodded slightly at you. “Then I'll stay,” you said, settling back into the couch.
“Can I get you another cup?” he asked, gesturing to your mug.
“Sure,” you answered lightly, handing it to him. He got up and trailed into the kitchen. You waited half a second before following him.
Chris heard you walk into the kitchen, turning around to look at you quickly, “sorry, can I get you something else?”
“No, I’m fine,” you answered.
“Oh, well, uh… I would’ve brought your mug back to you,” he chuckled.
“Oh that’s okay, I felt weird just sitting there,” you laughed lightly.
“Oh, okay,” he chuckled back, “well, since you’re here now, can I offer you breakfast?”
You didn’t realize how hungry you’d gotten until he offered, “only if I can help,” you responded.
“Oh well, that’s a deal breaker, darlin’,” he answered, almost seductively.
“Well then no breakfast for me,” you laughed.
He was starving too, only having had a small dinner before he went to the bar last night. He didn’t know when you’d eaten last, so you must be hungry as well.
“Well, maybe there is one way, you can help,” he said in a high pitched voice.
“What can I do?” you asked quickly.
“Come here,” he said.
You walked around the island you had been leaning on, joining him between it and the cabinets on the wall. Chris extended a hand towards you. You took it quickly and allowed him to guide you closer to him. Once you were fully in front of him, he dropped your hand and grabbed both of your hips. He picked you up quickly, surprising you, before setting you on the counter.
You laughed lightly at him, “okay, now what?”
“Now, you sit there and look pretty while I make breakfast,” he chuckled out, standing between your knees, keeping a little distance between the two of you.
“Chrissssss,” you whine out at him.
“What, doll?” he asks, taking a step closer to you as you wrap your hands around his shoulders.
“I can do more than just sit here.”
“Oh, really?” he asks, taking another step towards you, now standing between your thighs, almost flush to the counter.
“Yeah, I can,” you breathe out, barely able to contain yourself now that he’s slotted between your legs.
“Nope, darlin’, this is enough help. Promise,” he says quietly.
Chris glanced down at your lips quickly before looking back into your eyes. He ran his hands up your thighs, starting at your knees, before settling onto your hips again. The temperature in the room seemed to rise at an unbelievable rate as you stared into each others’ eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips, you were sure he could feel yours as well, the smell of coffee and peppermint radiated between you. He slowly leaned in and connected your lips.
It was like time stood still. He moved one of his hands around to your lower back, pulling your body to the very edge of the counter and flush against his chest. The other hand stayed firmly on your hip, digging in just a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as you molded your lips together. He licked your bottom lip slightly, asking for entrance, which you granted. He explored your mouth just a little bit before pulling back, breathless, and resting his forehead against yours.
“Well, that was, uh…” he spoke.
“Yeah,” you answered, breathless as well.
You held his gaze for another second before moving forward and kissing him once again. You pecked him sweetly, before mumbling against his lips.
“I’ll let you cook, as long as you let me clean up,” you laughed a little before connecting your lips again.
Chris let the kiss hang just a little longer than a peck before pulling back completely. He pecked your forehead quickly, before answering.
“No,” he said firmly, turning around and letting out a loud laugh, one you knew so well.
You laughed right back at him, watching him start to cook and shaking your head to yourself. How did you get so lucky?
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The Number One Rule. Chapter 26.
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Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)
Word Count: 3800+
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the last chapter. I know I say it almost every time, but I truly think this is one of my personal favorite top stories. At LEAST in the top 3. Now it is time for me to go through and read it all the way through and revise where I can. I’m so glad you all loved it as much as me and I am happy to say, I am already working on a new series!! And yes, it is a Bucky x Reader. I just can’t seem to stray from them lately. His character is stuck on my brain and I’m not mad. Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you once again for all your love and support with this one! I loved each and every single comment and thought thrown my way:) Also, BONUS, I will probably write a one-shot explaining the Bumble Bee nickname, since I was never able to work it into this... If not that, maybe a prologue... I don’t know we shall see;) With that being said, enjoy this ending and let me know how your heart feels after!!
Chapter Twenty-Six:
A whole year had passed. Today marked the 1 year of Y/N and Bucky finally coming together after all this time of being friends and making it official as two people who loved each other deeply.
To give you a quick update in the time passed…
Steve and Peggy went on a first date after she came back for a second time and made her move to New York permanent. He had been sweating buckets while getting ready and Y/N and Bucky coached him from the couch as he came in and out of his room trying on multiple outfits for the night. 
Y/N had suggested taking her to some different places around Manhattan, kind of like the scavengers hunt Bucky did for their first date. But instead of knowing the different places, Peggy really hadn’t known the city at all, so it was more so a tour guide kind of date. 
It was a simple and solid plan. However, Steve wasn’t used to the confidence that Peggy tended to give off. Did he admire it and love it? Yes, no doubt. Did it scare him at times, or more so intimidate him? Yes, again. 
So after some light teasing from his little sister, she gave him some tips to impress her best friend, as well as, reassured him she was a sweet girl on the inside. Just someone who has lived in a man's world a little too long and has to put up a front of intimidation. Once you get past that, you have a loyal and kind person to bond with. 
Needless to say, the date went off without a hitch and the two were now celebrating two strong months of dating. 
Becca had finished up college and was already secured in a job as a child psychologist at a new hospital in upstate New York. She was a little further away now, but that didn’t stop her from coming and visiting. It just so happened that her new boyfriend lived down the hall from Y/N. If you know, you know. 
His name was Thor and after some light flirting every other time she came to visit Y/N, she asked him on a date which he accepted. They were on the route of 3 months of dating now. He had joined the friend group to an extent and got along great with the whole crew. 
Wanda and Vis’s boys were growing up faster than light itself and would be about 6 months soon. After Bucky and Y/N’s last time babysitting, they were recruited a few more times since they did so great with them. They may have been thrown for a whirlwind the first time around, but they were a lot easier the next few date nights. 
Nat and Clint had gotten married last month. They were coming back from their belated honeymoon now in Budapest. The wedding was beautiful and everyone being together all at once again, was a joy and it showed just how much the group of friends was growing. Each of them hitting a new and different stage in life. 
Back to the present...
Bucky had planned a one year anniversary date for him and Y/N. One that was bound to be unforgettable. 
Y/N asked if they could keep it simple with just a picnic in the park since it was going to be cold soon in New York, and she wanted to soak up the last bit of summer that was left. 
“Ok, you have everything set for the night?” Steve asked as Bucky buttoned the cuff to his button up. 
“I hope so. I go to pick up Y/N in 10 minutes,” Bucky sighed in nervousness. 
“Hey, don’t worry about it man. You know it’ll all work out how it’s supposed to,” Steve chuckled, coming over and patting his friends shoulder in reassurance. “Plus, you had Peggy and I help you plan this out. No way it could go wrong with our expertise.”
“You say that, but watch me slip up somewhere,” Bucky mumbled, straightening his clothes. 
“You’re putting nerves where they aren’t needed. Stop thinking worst case scenario,” Steve groaned, walking out the bedroom door with Bucky behind. “What would Y/N say about that?”
“That it’s premature and won’t do me any good to think negatively,” he muttered, knowing the exact words to come from the optimist. 
“Exactly. So stop stressing and go with the flow of things. Nothing good is going to come out of you waiting for the worst thing to happen tonight,” Steve shook his head. 
“It’s supposed to be a night to remember. Not a night to dread,” Peggy interrupted as she came to Steve’s side with a little note in hand she saw on the counter in a spot it may have been easily lost. “Here, you may want this though if you do want it to go well.”
“Right, thanks,” Bucky nodded quickly, taking the item. 
“You guys will meet us there right? Everyone else ready too?” Bucky asked.
“Everyone else is ready. You’ll be fine Buck,” Steve laughed again. “You sound like me the night I took this gal out.”
“Is that so?” Peggy smirked, leaning more into Steve’s side as he wrapped an arm around her.
“Yeah, he’s a little worse than I was, but he’s doing something a little bigger than a simple date,” Steve winked to Bucky. The brunette sent him an eyeroll.
Peggy looked down at her watch and gasped. “You need to get going, Bucky. She’ll be expecting you any minute,” Peggy moved to push him out the door with a bouquet of flowers in her hand to give him. 
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Bucky had made it to Y/N’s apartment in perfect timing, but found himself faltering at the door. His whole body was made up of nerves at that moment. He couldn’t seem to shake them no matter what he told himself. 
Lucky for him, all it took was Y/N opening the door and sending him that sweet smile accented with one of her simple little dresses, that made those nerves dissipate. 
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“You look great,” he said with a lovestruck school boy and sappy smile. 
“Thanks B,” she blushed, scrunching her shoulders in a bashful way. “Here, come in for a second before we leave,” she motioned him in as he followed. “I need to put on a pair of earrings and I’ll be set.” She stood on her toes giving him a gentle kiss to the lips. 
Before she could walk off, he put the flowers between them and smiled. 
“For you as always,” he winked. 
“And everytime, it makes me happier and happier,” she winked back, giving him a bonus kiss. “I actually bought a new vase since I’m lucky enough to get gifted with them everytime we go on a date. Want to put those in it?” she asked as she started walking to her bathroom.
“Hard not to give a pretty girl flowers every chance you get,” he noted, going into the kitchen where the new vase sat. “That plus, I know you like the greenery.”
“It makes me very happy,” she smiled, coming back in with her hands working to put the last pair of earrings on. “Ok, I’m all ready handsome. Shall we?”
“I would love nothing more,” he smiled back offering his arm. 
“I like this little routine we have,” she giggled as they walked to the door. 
“I can agree,” he nodded, pressing his lips to her temple before they left the building. 
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They started off with a quick stop to Winnie’s shop, as Bucky said he had a gift there for them to pick up. 
Winnie was all dressed up and Bucky’s dad and Becca were also there. 
“Well, you guys look all spiffy,” Y/N noted, walking in the doors where the group was patiently waiting for the couple. Becca and Winnie in dresses and Bucky’s dad, George, in a nice button up like his son. “You're not by chance celebrating an anniversary like us, are you?” Y/N teased still locked into Bucky’s arm. 
“We can celebrate yours a little with you too, can’t we?” Winnie asked, going in for a hug. 
“The more the merrier,” Y/N replied cheerfully.
“No, no. We wouldn’t intrude on your anniversary date,” Becca nodded off. “However, we did want to give you guys a gift before we go off to dinner. We’re meeting Thor to eat soon.”
“Oh, I see. Boyfriend’s meeting the parents?” 
“We’ve already met him and we enjoy him,” Winnie waved off. “Plus, we have Bucky and yours sign of approval, so that goes a long way too.”
“These are the facts,” Bucky agreed. “Uh, Mom, we do have to go to the next stop I have planned though, so…” Bucky said with a raise of his eyebrow in a hinting manner. 
“Right, right! I won’t keep you long I promise!” Winnie rushed to the counter where a book and a picnic basket was sitting. “Ok, here you go, but don’t open that book until after dinner,” she warned Y/N as she handed it off to Bucky for safe keeping. “It has another little gift in it I don’t want to spoil.”
“In that case, I’ll let Bucky hold onto it then. You know I can’t help opening a book if it’s sitting right in front of me,” Y/N chuckled. The rest of the crew laughed with her. 
“Ok, Ma, Dad, Sis,” Bucky waved off redirecting the two to the door. “We’ll see you guys later.”
“Yeah, later!” Becca said with an odd tone. One that showed she knew something, but Y/N didn’t know what. 
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They made it to the park where Bucky had the whole nine-yards of a pinterest perfect picnic planned. His mom had packed a light meal, while the rest of the basket held a blanket, wine glasses, and other little decorations to make the set up special. 
“Look at you being oh so the romantic,” Y/N noted once they had set everything out. “This is impressive.”
“I would say I did it all, but Becca helped with the decorations aspect of it,” Bucky chuckled as he set up some of the food. 
The two sat and ate for a little, watching the motions of the park play in front of them as they talked about their day and any other thoughts that came to mind. They were facing straight west, so the sun would be setting right in front of them when the time came. And it was coming soon as they finished up their meal. 
“Ok, present time,” Y/N noted, turning to her purse and pulling out something from it. The gift was wrapped in a little brown wrapping paper with a twine string around it. “Open mine first because I can’t wait to see your reaction.”
Bucky chuckled at her childlike excitement and took the present as he sat up from where he was laying on his side. Carefully not to disrupt her precise wrapping, he undid the bow and peeled away the brown wrap around the box. Taking off the lid, inside sat two little slips of paper that looked like tickets. 
He quirked an eyebrow confused at what they could be, and when he turned them over and looked closer, he saw they were plane tickets. 
“Two tickets to… Rome?” Bucky gasped. “Y/N-”
“I wanted to show you everything I got to experience. Italy, Verona, Venice, and all,” she smiled softly, leaning closer to him. Her eyes never broke away from his face.
“Y/N, this is…” He smiled down at the paper before bringing his eyes up slowly to meet hers. “I would love nothing more than to experience that all through your eyes.”
Y/N blushed hard and the two leaned forward in sync to kiss. 
“I’m glad you like it. But I want you to see it in your own way, I’m just happy to be your tour guide,” she smiled harder. Their noses were practically still touching. 
“Either way, it’ll be an experience I’ll be counting down for,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss. 
When he pulled back he noticed the sun was settling down with the perfect glow. It was now or never…
“Ok, I guess it’s my turn for the gifts,” he said, taking in a deep breath. “It’s actually in the book.” He turned around grabbing the book his mother had handed off to him earlier, and carefully opened the cover. “This one’s long overdue, but it’s one that I’m starting to realize may have been meant for this specific time in our lives anyway.”
Handing over an old letter, she noticed it had changed colors from small stains and wear of when it was originally written. She was confused some by the details of the packaging, but when she saw it was addressed to her on the front, she picked up on what it was. 
The address and her name was that of her childhood home, but what gave away it’s age, was the return address of where Bucky was stationed all those years back when he was in the army. 
“Buck,” she said softly. 
“I wrote it way back when. Shortly after I realized that you were someone I…” He paused trying to find his wording. “Well, when I realized you were the kind of person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Y/N looked up from the letter she was holding ever so delicately in her hand. Scared she would damage the antique writing. 
“You don’t have to read it now, but to sum it up, I never sent it because I knew, at least I thought I knew,” he chuckled under his breath looking down at it. “I could never deserve someone like you. You were always so kind and wise when I was going through my mess of life overseas. You had things of your own that you were working through, and yet you put it aside for me when I felt like I was alone and drowning in a foreign home.” 
He closed his eyes, picturing all the times he wanted to give up. When he wanted to call it quits after the things he saw, the things he did. It killed him on the inside. Mentally, emotionally, he didn’t hold strong like he thought he would be able to. 
“The only thing that kept me sane over there and gave me hope, was receiving letters from you. I know I teased you to begin with, but as time went on, your words, your advice, and your love that you somehow were able to ship overseas to me with just ink on a paper, kept me alive. Kept me from giving up.”
He looked up finally and saw tears in Y/N’s eyes. The look on her face was heartbreaking yet so loving all at once. It showed how she hated hearing just how lost Bucky was, but also showed just how grateful he was there. He was there now and it was partially because of their letters to each other. More than she could ever imagine though. 
She believed she may have played a role, but it was Bucky himself that held strong. He was the one who pushed through in those hardships and made the effort to keep going on. Not her. But to him, she was the angel on his shoulder keeping him from sinking in times where the waves were just too strong to push back on. 
“I wrote out all my feeling and thoughts in that letter. I think it’s like five pages,” he said in a single laugh. “But I never sent it.”
“Why?” was all she breathed out and he moved his hand to wipe the stray tear off her cheek. His hand staying there and running over the bone it had landed on. She leaned into the touch like it would be her last time feeling it. 
“I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I’m still not sure I do, but I’m going to make damn sure that I spend every waking hour of my life, every minute, doing my best to get there.”
There was a pause as she took his hand and moved closer to him, their foreheads pressed to the other. 
“Bucky you deserve everything and more in this world,” she said softly. “Don’t ever think you should have anything less than that.”
“I know, doll. And it’s because of you I realize I can strive for it all,” he sighed, breathing in her presence. 
They stayed like that for a while. Taking in the moment. Taking in the air. Taking in the wholesome and doting atmosphere. 
It wasn’t until the lights started to get low, Bucky realized he would run out of time for his next gift soon. 
“Y/N, I have one more thing to give you,” Bucky sighed, nervously pulling back and grabbing the book again. “Now, I know this is a cheesy way to do this, but I couldn’t think of a better way,” he chuckled lightly. 
He grabbed her hand and helped her stand. The sun now on the horizon giving the perfect golden shine to everything around them. 
When she stood with him, he brought the book in between them. 
“Ok, open it carefully to page 214,” he nodded, handing her the book. 
She sent him a confused look, but followed the directions anyway. Like asked, she gently flipped the books from the beginning before she reached said number. Just as she pulled back page 213, right in the middle of the book, the pages stopped lifting and inside was a little cut out square that held a small ring. One with a beautiful white shining stone in the middle, encrusted by a gold intricate design. 
“Oh, my-” she didn’t even finish the sentence as she looked down a the ring. Her grip on the book tightening as her other hand came up to cover her mouth. 
Bucky let out a small nervous chuckle at the reaction before slowly taking out the ring and bending to one knee. The book still in her hand, she gasped again watching Bucky move down. 
“Y/N Josephine Rogers,” he started with the brightest smile on his face. “I would be nothing but forever grateful if you allowed a guy like me, to have you as my wife.”
She didn’t answer right away as she was clearly in awe and still processing the last 20 seconds of what just happened. The only thing breaking her out of her shock, was the sound of Bucky laughing again.
“Is that a yes, or am I indeed just making a fool of myself?” he said with a scrunch of his nose.
“No! Oh, my God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes Bucky!” she jumped up and down before wrapping her arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground. 
He let out an, ‘oof’ sound as he caught them from the fall and held tightly to the ring not to lose it. He was now on his back and she was laying on top of him giggling and squeezing him in excitement. 
“Ok, good. I was worried I might have read the signals you were giving me wrong,” he joked. 
“You’re a dork,” she laughed, pulling and looking at him lovingly before going in for the kiss of all kisses. 
They were quickly pulled away from it when cheers and whistles started going off around them. 
Y/N looked up from where they were laying on top of the other and noticed herds of people they knew coming out from random parts of the park smiling and whooping in elation. 
“Is that-?” she started, once again taken aback. 
“Everyone? Yeah. They were kinda in on it,” Bucky chuckled. “Hey, did you get that last part?” he shouted toward Nat who was coming around a tree with Clint and a professional camera in hand.
“Oh, it was the best picture of them all I’m pretty sure,” she smirked. 
“You little stinker,” Y/N scoffed, pushing off of him to sit up more. “How in the world did you pull this all together?”
Wanda, Vis, and the twins were there. Steve had his arm around Peggy with Sam next to them and Sarah next to Steve. Winnie, George, Becca, and Thor were all there too smiling and laughing. Everyone was there. The whole crew was apart of the moment. 
“It was easy. I told them I was asking the girl of my dreams to marry me, and they asked when and where. Not much convincing on my part,” he answered, offering her his hand as they stood back up. 
“You guys,” Y/N gushed, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist, which he gladly wrapped his arm around her. “This is too sweet.”
“Nothing sweeter than you giving Bucky a run for his money with that delayed answer,” Sam teased. 
“Back off, punk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him as if any second she’d change her mind. 
“I will say, he did catch me off guard,” Y/N laughed in response. 
“Oh, my sweet girl is getting married! And to the sweetest boy a mom can hope for,” Sarah interrupted, instantly running to her daughter and almost tackling her like she had Bucky. 
“Mom!” Y/N laughed, catching her balance. 
The next 15 minutes went on like that as the sun set behind them, giving off the final glows of the evening. 
Sarah and Winnie blubbering on about how their little boy and little girl were going to be husband and wife. Then of course going on and on in excitement for the wedding details of it all. At that point they pushed them off for George and Becca to handle as they talked with everyone else. 
Wanda and Vis saying how Billy and Tommy would be glad to be a part of the wedding if they needed them to. Nat gave Y/N little details and advice with planning the party and also offering to lend a hand where it was needed since she just got done with her own.
Then Steve and Peggy also congratulate them and express their excitement for all that was to come for the couple, and all the fun double dates they would/ already had been taking apart in. 
Once it got dark, Steve announced to the crew the little celebration they had set up at Roger's home for an after party of the engagement. Everyone agreed they would meet there. 
So as Y/N and Bucky grabbed their things and started walking to the car, Y/N stopped him as he was about to close the car door for her. 
“Hey,” she turned where she was standing on the sidewalk. Bucky just inches from her. 
“Hey,” he responded with a goofy grin. 
“I love you so so much. You know that right?”
“I know Y/N. And I love you so so much too, doll.”
Thank you so much for reading!! Keep an eye out for a possible one-shot/ prologue of this story;)
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Steve Rogers: The Man Out Of Time (Steve Rogers x Reader!)
Warning: NONE! FLUFFFFFFF Just Sad Steve and a moment of a nosey Romanoff .
A/N: Love this one to death! Still contemplating on if I should make  a second part.
Summary: After the teams attempt to try and stop Ultron and failing horribly, you all find yourselves at the Barton’s Family farm. Steve is shooken up about his vision, and is  reflecting on the life that he will never have. This was a side of Cap you never  really seen before, he had never been this venerable with anyone. He was the one who held the team together and called everyone out on their bullshit. You find yourself consoling him, possibly blossoming a friendship into something more. 
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“Hey you.” You say standing in the doorway of the Barton’s spare bedroom. 
“Hi.” Steve says lowly not looking up at you. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, visibly upset looking down at his already folded hands. 
“What happened out there ?” You say referring to the squabble he and Tony had while breaking down wood for Laura. Steve got pretty pissed very quickly, which was kinda unusual for him, since he has always been the level headed one.
“It was nothing, I’m fine.” He sighs not breaking his focused gaze from his hands.
“Oh yeah, I can totally tell you are Steve. Just a typical ray of sunshine.” You say sarcastically hoping to lighten his mood. 
The situation with Ultron was spiraling out of control, and that witch bitch only made matters  one-hundred percent worse. From the visions, to the ambush, to the media buzz, you weren’t sure if the avengers would even recover. It was obvious that this new mission to stop Ultron was too much for even the strongest of the bunch, which was understandable, but still alarming.
“Come on.” You sigh leaning against the doorframe crossing your arms trying to examine his face. “You can talk to me, you don’t always have to be the most levelheaded one in the room. And plus I won’t leave you alone unless you tell me what’s up.”
“Now that I can believe.” He huffs out a small chuckle looking up at you, then takes a deep breath. “It’s all just a bit overwhelming.” He admits.
“Yeah I know this all may seem like a lot, but Tony meant well by building Ultron. He—“
“That’s—that’s something we can fix.” He says shaking his head. “I wasn’t, I mean I’m not that worried about Ultron because I have faith we will win that fight.” He says this then looks back down at his hands in his lap. “We just gotta figure out how.”
You sigh as you look at him confused hoping that he’d continue and share his thoughts. You were relived that he was ready to fight Ultron, together, and glad he had faith that the team would win; But if it wasn't Tony creating Ultron that bothered him it was something so much bigger. 
It was the vision. 
This made you gravely concerned about what he saw, what could be making him react this way, so solemn and hot headed. You walk all the way into the small farm house bedroom and sit next to him on the full sized bed, putting a hand over his own.
“Steve, talk to me.” You encourage him in a soft voice, giving his hand a squeeze. 
This was all very knew territory, so you were shocked when he looked up at you through glossy eyes, before opening his mouth to speak again.
“I just can’t get it out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About what Steve? The vision? Because that’s what they want, the twins, Ultron, they want us all to be off our game Steve. None of what you saw was real.” You say reassuring him by caressing your thumb over his hands.
“That’s the problem, it wasn’t real...but it- I’m the man out of time.”
“The man out of time?” You question repeating after him. You frown at the dumb catch phrase everyone seemed to use to describe Steve as. “What did you see?”
“I was with… with, her.” He sighs getting up from his position on the bed and walking over to the window. “It’s this, this whole secret life Bartons been living.” He pushed the cream colored curtains aside slightly gazing out the window. “I just wish that things could be different, that maybe I could… be happy like them.”
It dawned on you finally why he was upset. Steve never got the opportunity to live his life, in his time. He was so busy trying to prove himself or be the person everyone else wanted him to be. When he finally got a chance to show what he was made of— well he obviously got he short end of the stick. And now, well he’s so busy saving the world he’s barley even gotten a chance to live it now. He has told you about Peggy once or twice  and how he fell in one with her, but you never thought he’d be so upset now.
“Steve…” You say not necessarily knowing what to say. You get up from the bed and walk over to him putting a hand on his shoulder. You turn your gaze outside the window to see Laura and Clint cuddle up on their yard, watching their children play. 
He lets out a sigh. “That witch, the girl, the vision she gave me. It just felt so real,” He takes a deep breathe and turns to you. “I’ll never have that and the vision, it just made me think of just how much I missed… how much I’m missing.” 
You sigh and decide to pull him into a hug immediately. You couldn't even try to pretend to know what he was going through. He doesn’t hug back right away, but in time he does. He rest his chin on the top of your head  and holds you tight taking a deep breath inhaling shakily as you rub circles around his back. The two of you stay like this for a moment, while you gathered the correct words that you wanted to say, without making him feel worse. You hoped he didn’t mind your silence  and  hoped that maybe he needed this quiet and this closeness, just to feel someone was there with him.
After a few more moments you finally speak still holding on to him.
 “Steve, you’re not a man out of time, I really hate that saying. It literally makes no sense to me because - not the point. What I am trying to say is you have multiple people here in this time who care about you and want to see the best for you,  myself included.” You finally say as you pull away from him slightly so that you were able to get a good look at his face.” I think I’m the one rooting for you the most.”
It was true, you heavily looked up to Steve, and not just because he was taller or because he was the leader... But because he was truly a good man and always had good intentions.  You would follow him into the trenches if he told you to, that's how much you trusted him and this is why it hurt you to see him so distraught. 
 You continue to speak. “I love you Steve, I really do, but your problem is you put the needs of others before your own.” You look at him as he looks at you, his blue eyes peering into your own as the wheels in his head begin to turn. You continue, “Honestly tell me, have you ever asked yourself what you wanted and just let yourself have it?” 
He’s now looking  at you in shock or confusion, either way his eyes were peering hard into yours as he thinks for a moment. 
He frowns and shake his head no, then says, “I guess not… I’ve been so wrapped up in saving the world, I never really got a chance.” He says this with his hands still comfortably wrapped around you.
“Well I think you oughta think about that one mister.” You say giving him a smile and a quick peck on the cheek, about to pull him back in for another hug—
“Oh there you two are.” Natasha says as she peeps her head into the  door way. You both turn to her still very close to one another. Her face goes from flat, too surprised, then back to normal. The two of you let go of each and move apart. You were calm, while Steve looked embarrassed.
“Don't stop on my account love birds.” She says with a smirk.
“ Everything alright Natasha?” Steve says clearing his throat trying to ignore her comment.
The smirk never leaves her face and she shakes her head “Fury is here, meeting in 5.” She says popping her head out just as fast as she popped in.
“Love birds? Jeez you’d think men and women can’t be just friends.” You scoff shaking your head looking at Steve who was turning red.
“Well… that’s Natasha for you.” He says kinda sounding awkward.
You continue, “She’s one to talk, have you seen the eyes her and Banner have been givin each other ? It’s gross.” You laugh.
“Yeah, we better get out there then…” He drifts seeming as if he wants to drop the conversation entirely.
“We should.” You say now feeling uneasy at Steve’s awkwardness, but decide to backtrack quickly before heading out of the room by saying, “ Hey listen, I still want you to think about what you want Steve. Really think about it and then just go for it!” You say emphasizing the word you.
“Thanks for this (Y/n), I think I have somewhat of a idea of what that is now.” He stares at you for a moment more, then looks away. Which surprisingly gave you butterflies because he had never looked at you that way before, it was different.
“Well- that, that  was easy enough.” You fumble on your words before taking a deep breath and gaining your composure. “ Will you share with the class anytime soon?” You say trying to ignore the feeling as your face heats up.
“Maybe later.” He says with a sincere smile. “Sometimes it’s just nice to know I have people here for me.” He shoves his hands in his pocket and nods his head towards the doo. “Let’s go.”
“Of course Steve.” You nod feeling relived, that he was feeling better. You walk towards the door with him close behind. “Maybe we can set you up with a secret farm too.” You chuckle a bit.
“Oh shut up.” He says throwing his head back with a chuckle realizing you were what he needed.
“Do you like goats and stuff?” You laugh.
“(Y/n)!” He chuckles again as you both walk down the hallway into the living room where the meeting was being held.
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Skirts and dresses Part 4
Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5
Tag list: @purplefreakwolffish  @mayucerise​
This chapter is for @sarcastich​​ and @starkeraddictbaby​
Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading!
CW: genderfluid Loki, Kinda asshole Thor
PeterParkerBingo2021: square Pet Names (card below)
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Thor & Loki
Because Peter had been fairly young when he moved inside the compound, they had put his room next to Tony’s quarters since he was the one in charge of their youngest member. Then one day a door appeared in the middle of his room, connecting it to the Stark’s private quarters. They had a long discussion about boundaries: “Ask before putting doors in my bedroom” and “don’t threaten people because they hurt me” etc. Tony had argued it was easier (it was, but that was not the question) because they spend more and more time together. Which was true. 
Tony and Pepper had started to teach Peter some things about business practice. They took him to smaller meetings and introduced him as Tony’s intern; it suited Peter very much. That, plus his patrols, as well as other Avenger business, like training, and his new business classes...Peter was now even busier than he already was.
Except on Sundays. Sundays were days Peter could rest, sleep, visit his aunt May, hang with Ned and MJ, and watch movies with Bucky the other Avengers.
Every Sunday morning, before leaving their quarters, Peter and Tony would eat the most decadent brunch that Peter would let Tony buy him. From all the changes that happened in his life since he got adopted by Tony Stark, Sunday brunches were certainly Peter’s favorites. He loved those calm moments with the man that he admired so much. He also loved that he could put on whatever clothes he wanted because FRIDAY would only let people in the know enter.
That Sunday, they were finishing their meal when Steve entered. He briefly stopped at the soft pink hoodie, gray and pink plaid skirt, and long white socks Peter was wearing before dismissing it and greeting the two men.
“So, Steve, what can we do for you?” Tony asked, forgoing the pleasantries. Peter knew Tony hated being interrupted during Sunday brunches, and saw that Steve started to move from one leg to the other, a bit nervous. Peter frowned.
“Oh, I-I mean, I wanted to apologize for-” Peter tried to interrupt Steve, he had told him many times that Steve was forgiven, but the man was stubborn and didn’t let him talk. “I know, you already told me, but I- I made this for you.” Steve gave Peter a piece of paper. 
On the paper was a beautiful drawing of Peter in the purple dress that he had been wearing when Steve had discovered his secret. Peter was startled out of his stunned silence when his dad gently took the paper from his hands.
Tony simply whistled when he saw the drawing. “Aunt Peggy had told me you could draw, Rogers, but this is something else.” Steve looked at Tony, in shock.
“Au-Aunt Peggy? But you-you weren’t-” 
Tony snorted, irked. “I went to her grave later, Rogers, because there was an emergency, and if there was something Aunt Peggy could understand, it was emergencies. She was Howard’s friend, and my godmother.” Peter, who had been told the story, silently stroked his dad’s back in support as he continued. “We also fought a lot when you came back.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Tony didn’t let him. “Not that it’s any of your business, Capsicle, but who do you think covered the truth about Howard’s death? Who do you think had enough power for that? Peggy Carter. She let me think my father killed my mom because he was a fucking alcoholic.”
Steve looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, grimacing. “I didn’t know. I am sorry, Tony.”
Tony lifted his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He lifted the paper with Steve’s drawing on it, looking at it pensively. “You’re very talented. We should make you an art studio. There is an empty room with great lighting.” Tony turned to Peter to watch him. “What d’you think kid? Wanna design it?” 
Peter felt excited to be offered this opportunity; he nodded with way too much enthusiasm. It made Tony smile, proud.
“You’re gonna make some blueprints, and we will see with the Captain what he needs and likes. No, Cap, don’t argue, it will be good training for the kid. Now, Steve, if you don’t mind, I was having brunch with my kid.”
Peter only had 30 seconds to thank Steve for the drawing and promise him he would make the best art studio there was before Steve left. After Brunch, Peter framed the drawing and put it on his shelf with the piece of his first skirt and the picture of his dad in a dress.
--
Later that day, while Peter and Tony were looking at a movie, before heading out for a diner with Aunt May, someone crashed into their quarters through the window.
Tony was ready to fight in seconds; his watch changed into a piece of armor around his right fist, while his left arm pushed Peter behind him, only to find that it was Thor, son of Odin, that had crashed on the ground. Peter couldn’t help but find it kind of cute that his dad would try to protect Peter with his body when Peter could take the most damage.
“For fuck’s sake, Point Break, what the ever-loving fuck?” Tony let the gauntlet recede back into his watch and put his hand on his heart. “I have a heart condition, you know? And we have doors. FRI, baby, tell everyone in the compound there is no immediate emergency. Put the compound in code orange until further notice,” Tony turned to look at Peter, seeing the pink skirt, the hoodie, and the panicked glances his kid was giving, then added, “Tell them there is no need to come and lock the quarters immediately.” 
Peter relaxed some and started to play with the hem of his skirt. 
“I apologize, Man of Iron. It seems like I missed the door.” Thor stood up from where he had crashed, and he opened his arms to hug Tony. “It has been too long my friend. How are you doing?” Tony frowned, but he let the god hug him. 
After they separated, Tony started to give instructions to FRIDAY for the reparations while Thor turned to look at Peter. There were a few seconds where Thor paused to take in how Peter was dressed before he widened his eyes.
Before Peter could react, Thor bowed deeply before speaking. “Good day, Lady Peter.” 
Peter winced. Why would he be a lady? Just because he was wearing a skirt?
“I-I, no, Thor. I-I am a man.” Peter hated how his voice shivered. 
Thor righted himself, beaming at Peter as if nothing had just happened. “Good, how are you doing Man of Spiders?” 
Peter looked at the god, completely lost by what had just happened. “I-I am fine? Thank you, mister Thor,” Peter said with a small voice. 
The god nodded happily. “I am happy to hear that.” Thor promptly turned to Tony. “Man of Iron, I am in great need of a favor.” 
Tony scowled looking at the damage. “Is it more important than repairing the hole in my wall?” 
Thor’s face became serious in a blink, making Peter shiver. “I am afraid it is really important, my friend,” Thor said in a deep voice. 
--
The meeting had been going on for hours, and Peter was exhausted. 
Thor wanted their help to get some information out of his brother Loki. The Asgardians had a reason to think that Loki hadn’t been the one behind the invasion and could even have been a victim of the scepter like Barton and the others, but Loki wouldn’t talk. Thor hoped that maybe someone on Earth could help them because they had tried everything.
The news was welcomed by an uproar, led by Hawkeye and Fury, and had calmed down after Thor had explained that if his fears were correct, there was something worse coming to Earth. He also promised that they wouldn’t need to bring Loki for them to interrogate him and that there was a magic mirror they could use to talk to him.
It was decided the mirror would be locked in Tony’s lab, the most secure room at the compound.
However, they all forgot Peter had unlimited access to the room.
--
The first time Peter saw Loki, Peter was walking along the glass walls of the main lab. He could see Natasha and Maria Hill looking frustrated at a mirror. In the mirror, there was a gorgeous woman with long, raven black hair; she had piercing green eyes, green lipstick, and she was wearing a stunning, black leather dress. 
If Peter hadn’t been gay, and stupidly in love attracted to Bucky, he knew that he could have fallen for this beautiful lady.
Then his brain started to work again and realization clicked: The woman was Loki. Loki was wearing (and rocking) a dress. He looked like a woman, but how? When she/he/the God of Mischief saw Peter, they winked. Peter startled and simply walked faster to the B-Lab where Bruce was waiting for him.
--
Peter couldn’t get Loki out of his mind. The God didn’t look uncomfortable wearing a dress or looking like a woman in front of his enemies. 
After some days, Peter decided to go to the main source of information about Loki: Thor.
“Oh, yes, Loki sometimes, uhm, switches? Mother always said to respect the gender he looks like, but you know that Loki is my brother, so it was difficult at first.” Thor massaged his neck, uneasy. “But then, Loki started to play vicious pranks on the people who would call him a man when he was dressed like a woman. So, I learned to, uh, call Loki a lady when he wears a dress.”
And then Peter understood. “That's why you called me a lady the other day!” 
Thor nodded. “But luckily you don’t ask me to call you a woman.” 
Peter frowned. “Why do you say luckily? I mean, I don’t think there is anything wrong with asking someone to call you a woman if… you feel like a woman?” Thor, confused, looked at Peter and was about to reply, but Tony (since when had he been in the room?) answered first, making Peter and Thor startle.
“No, there is nothing wrong, Peter. Loki is genderfluid, which means that they don’t identify themself as having a fixed gender.” Tony, who was at the door, walked into the room and up to Peter. “We asked Loki and he said you could use the pronouns depending on what he looks like. It’s easier because Loki is a shifter, and can change depending on his moods. But if you ever meet another genderfluid person, you can just ask them what gender they identify with at that moment.” 
Peter nodded. It made sense. 
Thor looked a bit crushed when he started to speak again. “So, it’s not only Loki?” Tony simply shook his head. “Oh. I think I need to talk to my br-Loki.” With those words, the god left the room.
--
Peter did some research about genders - Tony helped - and he concluded that he was a man that liked to cross-dress and that there was nothing wrong with that. Peter had felt very loved that his dad, who was always so busy, had taken the time to explain all of those terms to Peter until they found the ones that felt right.
But Peter was a curious person, and it was what led him to be bitten by a radioactive spider in the first place... Peter wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to talk about the dress, and about being genderfluid. He knew that the god was not a good being, but Loki was already in prison. What could go wrong?
--
“The mighty Avengers are sending me a child, now? Interesting.” Loki’s bitter words made Peter flinch. Peter silently closed the door behind him, before he entered the lab.
“No. I- I mean, I am an Avenger, but they didn’t send me.” Peter nervously played with the plaid shirt he was wearing that day.
“Then why are you here?” 
Peter lifted his head and looked directly at Loki for the first time. He noted that Loki was in a male form. 
“I learned that you are genderfluid. I- I just wanted to talk.” 
Loki’s face softened a little bit. “Oh, yes. People of Midgard have been strangely open-minded about it.” His face then hardened again. “What do you want? Do you want to see the shift? Do you want me to become a female?” 
Peter winced. 
“What? No! Only if it’s what you want. But, no, who would want you to do that? You’re not some kind of animal.” Peter was horrified, just thinking about it. Loki huffed but said nothing, watching Peter with piercing eyes. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “I-I like to wear dresses. It is called cross-dressing here.” 
Loki looked at Peter like he was analyzing Peter’s very soul. “Why are you telling me this, human?” he seemed perplexed.
“I saw you in that dress the last time, and you were gorgeous. I mean, that dress, it looked like it had been made just for you.” Peter couldn’t contain the excitement in his voice. Loki raised an eyebrow, but Peter could see that he was fighting a smile.
“That would be because it was crafted for me. I am a prince of Asgard, little one.” The reply was unexpected, and Peter felt his eyes open with shock that was rapidly replaced by glee.
“Oh yes, my da- Mr. Stark let a tailor come to the tower, and he wanted to tailor some things, but I wasn't ready yet. Mr. Stark said that the man could come back later. ” 
Loki didn’t fight his smile this time.
“And why weren’t you ready, yet, dear?”
--
Peter and Loki talked a big part of the night until Peter started to yawn too much, then Loki sent him to his room. As days went on, after his patrol and doing some homework, Peter visited every night to talk about stuff with Loki.
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“By the Norns! Dear Spider, why would you not simply tell the man that you want him?” Loki asked, sitting against the wall of his prison.
“What? No! He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Peter answered stubbornly while painting his nails with a green nail polish that had been approved by Loki.
“You won’t know until you try, dear.” Peter shrugged and changed the subject.
--
Of course, after a visit one night, they were discovered. While Tony and Natasha (and Bucky) hadn’t been really happy about it, there was nothing they could do or say to change Peter’s mind.
--
“You what?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.
“I stabbed the mongrel,” Loki answered, way too smugly if you asked Peter.
“Because he slapped your ass? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“Oh my sweet, sweet, little Spider. If you let men get away with unwanted touching, they will think it is alright to do it again and again. No one should dare touch a lady like that without consequences.” Loki played with the knife that had been in his hand since they started to talk that day.
“Yes, but still, Thor is your brother.” Peter never had had a sibling, but if he had, he wouldn’t have stabbed them, for sure.
“After that, neither Thor, nor any of the savages he called ‘friends’, ever touched me without my consent.” The smile Loki sent his way made Peter shiver.
“Yeah, ok, fair.” The god did heal fast, so Peter guessed that it was okay-ish.
--
Peter had been surprised when a raven had given Peter two identical letters one morning after breakfast. He was even more surprised when the letters ended up being Loki’s complete confession. One had been addressed to ‘The Mighty Avengers’ and the other to ‘Sweet Spider’. 
Loki explained how he had fallen into Thanos’ lap after the destruction of the rainbow bridge; he mentioned the torture, the scepter, and how the beating that the Hulk gave him had helped him evade his conditioning. He also laid out Thanos' strengths and weaknesses, including how and when to beat him.
At the end, Loki wrote that he would never have written his confession if it weren’t for Peter. 
Peter then took the last page, where Loki had drawn them both and had it framed to be placed on his beloved shelf.
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Remember Me: Chapter Three
Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones? Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Mentions of drugging and sexual assault. Small bit of violence.
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Chapter Three - Hunger
Bucky had been awake most of the night watching Y/N sleep soundly on his lap but eventually his tiredness took over and he fell asleep himself. When he opened his eyes to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, he immediately looked down to see Y/N not there anymore. There was a small bubble of panic as he got up quickly, walking to the kitchen to see Peggy with a mug of coffee. Without a word, she pointed to the front door with a smile to let him know where Y/N was. Bucky gave a soft smile of thankfulness before making his way to the front door, opening it as his eyes fell on Y/N’s back as she sat on the porch steps. He froze in that moment, listening her hum the tune to their song. Was she remembering bits and pieces? He slowly moved to sit next to to her.
Y/N stopped humming when she noticed Bucky sit by her, looking at him quickly. She had a banana on her lap with a cut through it and was practicing sutures on it with tweezers in her hands that held the needle and thread, “Good morning, sleepy head.” She said with a smile towards him before returning her focus on her practice sutures, “You ever wake up with a song in your head that feels like it’s your favorite song but can’t remember it? Because I cannot get this song out of my head and I can’t look it up because I don’t know the words, just the tune.”
Bucky smiled over at her, watching as she threaded the needle through the peel of the banana and suture the peel back together with black thread, “Everyday darlin’,” He told her. Their song had been stuck in his head on repeat since the night they found it. It was one of his favorite memories. Y/N had snuck out with him and they went to a field on his dirt bike. He had brought a blanket so they could watch the stars together while the little radio he had played music. He kissed her for the first time to the song Hunger by Ross Copperman. It had been stuck in his head from that moment on, like a theme song to their relationship, “Is the banana going to make it?”
Y/N giggled a little bit, “I think so. I’m a very good surgeon.” She told him as she tied a knot onto the last suture and put the tweezers down in her lap as well, “There. He should live a long life of 24 hours before he turns to mush.” She looked back at him, running her eyes along his facial features. She had never seen a smile so sincere that she could remember, “I’m practicing so eventually I can go back to work at the hospital. From what Steve says, I have a very good reputation there as their old trauma surgeon and they’d be happy to have me back. Plus I still have all my memories when it comes to medicine and surgical procedures which should help.”
“That’s great.” Bucky told her, happy that she was still pursuing the thing she had dreamed about since she graduated. Y/N was still her, even without her memories. He couldn’t help but wish the things she remembered were him and the love they had between them. It was an epic love and Bucky wanted that back, “I should probably head home and change into some clean clothes. I’ll be back later to replace the fan in your room so you can sleep soundly.”
Y/N looked at him, observing him as he spoke. She could see something in his eyes that didn’t want to leave. Or maybe it was that he didn’t want to leave her. She bit her lip, “I was actually thinking, since we were so close before, maybe seeing your place would bring back some memories. Plus Peggy already said they didn’t have anything for breakfast.” She smiled at him, “Do you have breakfast supplies? I can cook while you change and stuff.”
Bucky grinned at her idea, it was just what he wanted. Her to come home with him, “Sounds like a plan, doll.” He told her, knowing he had supplies for her favorite food already. He had gone to the store as soon as he heard she was coming home, buying all her favorite things to eat in case she remembered him and came back home, “You think you remember how to make blueberry pancakes?”
Y/N scrunched her nose as if trying to think of the steps on how to cook, “Nope.” She said with a large pucker of her lips on the sound of the ‘p,’ “But I’m a surgeon. I can figure out how to make pancakes… probably.” She said with a small laugh before licking her lips and staring at him, “Does this mean you’re taking me home on your motorcycle?”
Bucky stood and smiled down at her, “Oh no, I still think you need some more time after I found you walking down the street in the middle of the night. I just live a street down, we can walk it isn’t far.” As much as he would like to take her home on his bike, he didn’t want to rush things with her and knew Steve wouldn’t be too keen on the idea.
Y/N nodded, a little sad she wasn’t going to be able to remember the feeling Bucky had told her about when she rode with him but was happy to adventure out of the four walls of Steve’s home. She stood by him for a moment before opening the door and telling Peggy she was going with Bucky and she was alright before turning back to the dark haired man, “Lead the way, Bucky.” She told him with a smile and a wave of her hand, following as he walked, “I’m curious, tell me more about this girl you loved.”
Bucky looked at her as he walked down the sidewalk beside her, “Love.” He corrected, “I still love her and I always will.” He stared at her for a moment as if waiting for her to say it back before connoting, “We were a very unlikely match, total opposites. I already told you she was smart, I have no idea how she fell in love with me. I was a mess, always getting in fights and causing trouble. When she came into my life, she was like the little angel that appeared on my shoulder that helped me choose the right path to go down.” He smiled at the memories, “But she always told me I was the one that made her feel truly alive, like the world was brighter and made sense. She calmed my wild soul and I brought out the wild in her’s.” He had rambled on the whole time they walked, not being able to stop himself until they were in his driveway, “Home, sweet, home.”
Y/N smiled as she listened to Bucky talk about the woman he loved. It was obvious he was still completely and undeniably in love with her. She looked at the house, taking in its features when they stopped, “It’s a pretty house.” She complimented before following him inside. She watched Bucky hurry and pick up a shoe box on the coffee table, taking it into what she assumed was his bedroom. Curiosity sparked in her as it seemed like Bucky didn’t want her to see it and that made her want to know more but wouldn’t pry. She went to the kitchen, “Okay… Pancakes..” She said to herself as she closed her eyes tightly trying to remember the ingredients. When she opened them, Bucky was already pulling out all the ingredients with a smile on his lips, “Thank you. I’ll try not the screw it up.”
Bucky watched her scan over the ingredients and when he saw she didn’t remember where to start, he pulled out a notebook. Y/N always wrote down the recipes she loved. It helped Bucky cook a few meals for her when she got home from working at the hospital, “Here’s the recipe. You got this.” He encouraged, “I’m going to take a quick shower. Try not to burn the house down.” He said as he started walking out of the kitchen and down a hallway towards the bathroom.
Y/N watched him go before scanning her eyes over the recipe. She tilted her head as she recognized it as her own hand writing. She bit her lip lost in thought for a moment, trying to put puzzle pieces together. She finally snapped out of it and looked at the ingredients nodding to herself, “Alright, Y/N. You know how to do a double lung transplant. You can make blueberry pancakes.” She encouraged herself. She wondered around the kitchen, finding pans and utensils to help and started the mission of making breakfast.
Bucky came out to find Y/N flipping pancakes with extreme focus on her face as if it was a life or death situation which made him smile. He wore dark jeans with a short sleeved black shirt that showed off his tattooed left arm. He walked into the kitchen, gently taking the spatula from Y/N who looked grateful that he was taking over, “They look delicious. I’ll finish up.” He told her, adding the blueberries and flipping the pancakes.
Y/N let out a sigh of relief when Bucky took over, stepping back and hoping up onto the counter as she watched him closely, observing every move he made while he cooked. She couldn’t deny she was attracted to him, something about him drew her towards him. She ran her eyes up and down his figure, biting her lip as she took in every part of him. Y/N was very observant and when she saw the small red heart tattoos between the rest of his ink, her eyes narrowed. She recognized them as her own which made her curiosity grow. When she first woke up after having the bullet removed, the doctors had her draw shapes and write her name to make sure she still had the ability to write and those hearts looked exactly like the ones she had drawn.
Bucky turned to look at Y/N, seeing her looking at his tattoos. He wondered if it was sparking anything to remember him. He held two plates of pancakes in his hands which he set down on the table gently before pulling out the syrup and pulling out a chair for Y/N, “Breakfast is served.”
Y/N took a seat in the chair Bucky pulled out for her, “Thank you.” She said with a smile towards him, picking up the syrup and slathering enough on to cause a toothache, but she always had a sweet tooth. She licked her lips slightly at the view before digging in.
Bucky kept his promise to Y/N, replacing the fan in her bedroom with a small chandelier which made her smile when it sparkled in the light. Y/N got to know Bucky better. He was over everyday entertaining her but as much as she brought up the idea of Bucky taking her on a ride, he would deny it and his reason was that Steve wouldn’t like it. Y/N was smart and everyday she spent with Bucky and listened to him talk about the girl he once loved, the puzzle pieces slowly started to be put together in her mind. She had a feeling by the way he talked and spoke to her that she may be this mystery woman that he had broken the heart of but she wouldn’t know unless she asked. One day at dinner with Steve and Peggy, Y/N finally built up the courage to confront her brother on her thoughts, “Stevie, did Bucky and I use to date?” She said out of the blue.
Peggy and Steve both almost choked on their food at the question, sharing a look. Steve looked at Y/N trying to keep a straight face, “What.. Why would you ask that?” Y/N bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at their reaction. She was pretty sure she was given her answer by the way they choked on their food. Or she was dead wrong and they couldn’t believe her question, “Just some things I’ve noticed. He has a recipe book in my handwriting at his house and the heart tattoos look like hearts I draw.” She said, giving him a short list instead of talking about the way Bucky looks and speaks to her. The way he made her feel.
Steve opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find a good answer so looked to Peggy with pleading eyes for help.
Peggy looked at Steve then smiled gently at Y/N, “You should talk to Bucky about that, honey.” She said simply.
Y/N frowned a little at them, her eyes flickering between the two, “Why can’t you just tell me?”
They both stayed silent for a moment as if trying to think of a good answer, glancing at each other and their food trying to avoid eye contact with Y/N who was staring at them intently.
Y/N rolls her eyes and sighs, standing up, “I’m not going to break.” She told them with bitterness in her voice before walking towards the front door. She grabbed her small backpack and a jacket, pulling it over her figure and opening the front door, “Don’t report me as missing person!” She called back before exiting the home. She walked down the street, muttering words under her breath in frustration towards her brother. Why couldn’t he just answer the question? It bothered her and she wanted answers about who she was and who she was to Bucky. Y/N found herself walking into a bar, smiling slightly when she saw someone she recognized sitting at the bar from the BBQ, Sam. Y/N hoped up on the stool next to him, “Hi. Sam, right?”
Sam looked at her, holding a bottle of beer in his hands, “Y/N! Yeah, Sam.” he smiled at her. He had known her for a few years, he was one of Steve’s army friends, “Whatcha doin here?”
Y/N shrugs, “Brothers being annoying. Needed to get away for a little bit. Do you know what kind of alcohol I like?” She asks with a tilt of her head. She remembered she has drank before but couldn’t remember what she enjoyed.
“Tequila. Lots of tequila.” Sam remembered with a small laugh, “You said it got you through your surgical internship.” He waved his hand at the bartender, “Can we get a tequila shot?” To which the bartender nodded and placed it in front of Y/N with a lime.
Y/N narrows her eyes at the liquid in the shot glass in front of her with a lime resting on the top, “Okay, so lime first or second?”
Sam chuckled, picking up the lime and putting it on his napkin, “You don’t like the lime.” He reminded before watching her take the shot and her nose crinkle, “Just like old times.”
Y/N wrinkled her nose at the sting then let out a small laugh, “Yup. That is definitely something I would fall in love with.” She looked away from Sam as another man sat next to her with a smile. She didn’t recognize him but from the look on his face it seemed like he knew her from how comfortable he was to come up to her.
“Hey, pretty girl.” The short haired dark man said to her. He had a sharp jaw that matched his sharp cheek bones with some stubble for a beard, “It’s been a while.”
Y/N bit her lip at the new man, “I’m sorry… I don’t remember who you are.” She told him, “I lost my memories on deployment from an injury so you’re going to have to reintroduce yourself.” She added quickly as to not hurt his feelings.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He smiles at her before holding out his hand, “Brock Rumlow. We used to hang out, or at least you came to one of my parties when we were younger. It was fun.”
Y/N scrunched her nose in thought, “Nope, sorry don’t remember. But it’s nice to meet you again.” She smiled at him. She hadn’t noticed Sam glaring at the man and didn’t notice when he got up and walked away to make a call.
Sam stood away from as many people as he could, dialing a number on his phone and pressing it to his ear as he watched Y/N talk to Brock who was buying her another shot of tequila, “Hey, Buck. It’s Sam…. I’m at the Howlin’ Cammandos bar with Y/N…. She said her brother was being annoying and wound up here, I don’t know man. Listen, Rumlow just came over and reintroduced himself to her…. Yes, Brock Rumlow the one you and Steve told me about…. He’s buying her shot after shot… Alright, I’ll stay close to her..” He hung up the phone, shaking his head before returning to his spot beside Y/N, listening to Brock put all the moves on her while she laughed like it was the first time she had heard his cheesy pick-up lines which Sam determined was because she couldn’t remember hearing them before.
It didn’t take long for Bucky to walk through the doors, immediately grabbing Brock by his shoulder to turn him around before landing a hard punch straight to his nose. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the bar, “I told you to never come near her again!” He growled out at Brock before landing a punch to Brock’s cheek followed by another. He wasn’t holding back, he was putting everything he had into every punch.
Y/N jumped a little at the sight, her jaw falling open as she watched Bucky punch Brock. She looked at Sam as if it say ‘help’ and watched as Sam got up and separated the two, pushing Brock out the door telling him to get out of here. Y/N looked at Bucky once Sam had gotten rid of Brock, “What the hell, Bucky?” She said to him.
Bucky turned his angry stare to Y/N after watching Sam drag Brock out the doors, “C’mon. I’m taking you home.” He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside. Sam was standing out there, watching as Brock’s car pulled out onto the street before heading back inside with a nod towards Bucky. Bucky kept pulling Y/N towards his motorcycle, passing her a helmet, “Put it on.”
Y/N held the helmet in her hands for a moment before setting it down on the seat of his Harley, “No. Not until you tell me what that was all about.”
Bucky rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, picking up the helmet again and holding it out to her, “Put it on, Y/N. I’m taking you home.” He said again in a more stern voice.
Y/N folded her arms instead of taking the helmet, frowning at him. She was already irritated at Steve and now she felt like she was being babysat by Bucky, “Talk or I walk.”
Bucky stared at her, knowing that look. She was stubborn and she would walk away from him if he didn’t spill what he knew, “Fine, Y/N. When you were eighteen you went to a party at Brock’s house because we got in a fight. You thought he slipped something in your drink and called me right away. I got there just in time to find his hands all over you in his bedroom while you were passed out but it hadn’t gone any further than him copping a feel. I told him if he ever came near you again, I’d kill him.” He sighs, “Now you’re back with no memories and he would’ve taken advantage of that. He’s not a good person, Y/N.”
Y/N looked suddenly saddened as Bucky spoke, her lips parting a little in shock. That was something she rather not remember and was partly grateful she wouldn’t have that memory living inside her brain. She looked down, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” She apologized. She sighed deeply before dropping her hands to her sides, “I asked Steve something tonight and he wouldn’t answer me. Peggy said I should talk to you about it.”
Bucky’s couldn’t help but frown as Y/N looked sad, that was something he didn’t want her to remember. It was an awful memory for both of them and Bucky had never felt such rage when he saw Brock’s hands all over her. He had beaten Brock to a pulp, almost unrecognizable and he would’ve again tonight if Sam wasn’t there to stop him, “What is it, doll?” He asks in a gentle tone, knowing whatever she had asked Steve was bothering her.
Y/N ran her tongue along her lips for a moment, not daring to look at Bucky. She wanted to know and she felt like she already knew the answer from all the hints Bucky had given her. Half of her didn’t want to ask but the tequila was giving her courage and the need to know was overwhelming, “Am I the girl you talk about? The one you still love?”
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