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He Loves Me Cause I’m Cute, He Thinks I’m Pretty Funny | 2588 words 📱
He watches it back one more time after it posts, checking for typos in his subtitles and captions, and has to laugh again.
Steve fucking Rogers? His brain thought he could pull Captain America, literal superhero and America’s favorite sweetheart?
“Hello I’m a 35 year old amputee living in New York and I think that I could get Steve Rogers.”
the one where bucky posts a tiktok and steve is utterly smitten.
Summer Slipped Us Underneath Her Tongue | 10712 words 🧳
Bucky is a tour guide who enjoys sharing the rich history and culture of each city they pass through with a bunch of early-20's college students who just want to know the cheapest place to get drunk.
Except for Steve, who asks Bucky for a personal tour around his hometown.
The rest is, as they say, history.
You Make My Heart Skip A Beet | 3853 words 🧑🏼‍🍳
“I made soda bread.” Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.” The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”
Ollie Meets Bagel | 5517 words 🥯
He was a skater boy, Steve said let's get bagels, boy.
Steve wants to start doing this twenty-first century thing properly. He gets help in the form of skateboarding, skateboarders, bagels, and Sam Wilson.
Taxi | 5113 words 🚕
Bucky Barnes was, he hoped, a good taxi driver.
He's so good, he actually tries to return lost property that ends up left in his car and... well. It has some unexpected consequences involving a National Icon.
Enough said.
Leg Day | 12157 words 🏋️‍♂️
“So talk to him,” Sam says.
“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”
“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."
(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)
Love In Aisle Four | 2127 words 🛍️
When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…
Coming Up Easy | 45515 words ✍🏻
“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”
While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.
"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."
“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”
“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”
Anywhere The Wind Blows | 8845 words 👨‍🚒🎖️
After a catastrophic fire that shakes him to his core, Steve Rogers quits his job as a Brooklyn firefighter and relocates to a cabin in the remote Canadian wilderness, wanting quiet and solitude and to maybe never have to speak to another human being ever again. He gets his wish, more or less, until a recently injured Bucky Barnes is discharged from the Army and rents the cabin next door.
The Safer Course | 7918 words | Part 1 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡
When Steve moves to the suburbs in 2033, he intends to retire from superhero life.
He does not intend to fall in love with his pain-in-the-ass neighbor.
Every Year I Have You | 7064 words | Part 2 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡
Steve set the bar pretty high, as birthday presents go.
Bucky is determined to outdo him when July 4th comes around.
Beneath The Mistletoe | 21203 words 🎄
Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he's 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.
At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.
The Settler | 52203 words 🍞
“What do you want to do?”
Steve pauses and looks at them.
What he wants is to stay with them. He doesn't have any family left, they all died before he even joined the war and became... this. Captain America turned whatever he is now. But Natasha and Sam have become his family over the years. Not just because they're on the run together, fugitives and vigilantes, but way before that too.
He doesn't want to leave that.
But he knows that, realistically, he can't stay with them and they can't stay with him.
So he looks at them with a smile and lies. “I don't know.”
OR; In which Steve retires and finally finds a place to call home.
You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory | 1148 words 🐈
"Alright, Bucky," Steve slows his steps, watches his neighbour stop at the bottom of the next flight of stairs. There's a canvas bag in his hand that Steve didn't notice earlier, cream coloured with the figure of a sleeping, black cat painted on it. "Have a good day."
He thinks Bucky's cheeks pink up a bit right then and there, but Steve can't tell. He's too distracted by his pounding, foolish heart, by the way Bucky smiles bashfully, and ducks his head. The way he seems like he wants to stay.
To Believe In Tomorrow | 3959 words 👨🏻‍🌾
Bucky's mornings at the community garden get a little more interesting when the new guy shows up.
Maybe This Christmas | 24873 words | Part 1 of Maybe ❄️
Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.
Hurrying was a bad idea. Bucky’s foot hits a patch of ice and slides out from under him in what would have been a comical cartoon banana-peel-like trip, if it wasn’t happening to him, and he braces himself to hit the ground. This is going to hurt.
“Fuck,” Bucky screeches, but as he lands on his back, it’s not the cold hard concrete he expected, but a solid mass beneath him. Oh god, Bucky thinks as he realises he smacked into the person behind him and took them down with him.
Maybe This Year (Will Be Better Than Last) | 133868 words | Part 2 of Maybe ❄️
Last year, Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers. Well actually, he slipped and fell on him. What followed was the best Christmas either of them had ever had. But what happens when Christmas is over and life returns to normal? What happens after the Christmas miracle?
Bucky should have known. He did know. When things seem too good to be true, they usually are. And Steve is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, possibly ever, so of course it couldn’t last.
Maybe This Time (I Hope I Get The Chance To Say Goodbye) | 34561 words | Part 3 of Maybe ❄️
Steve and Bucky Barnes are happily married. They've made it through some hard times and come out stronger and happier, together. Then Steve gets called on to come out of retirement for the most important mission of his life and everything changes. Everything.
“Have yourself a merry little Christmas…” Steve starts singing along softly, and Bucky chuckles, before leaning his head onto Steve’s shoulder, always happy when he’s in Steve’s arms.
“From now on, our troubles will be miles away…” Bucky joins in.
Dancing round their living room, just as in love as ever, their troubles seem light-years away, if not non-existent.
Sadly, they’re closer than they think.
The Unexpected Gift | 9504 words | Part 1 of When Winter Comes 🐕
Steve Rogers is fine.
After ending a long-term relationship with Sam Wilson, Steve moves back to New York. He's tired and lonely but depressed? No. At least, that's what he thinks.
From the window of his apartment, he watches a dark-haired man and his service dog sitting in the park, wondering what his story is.
The Winter Storm | 2218 words | Part 2 of When Winter Comes 🐕
"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability you see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me."
After Bucky and Steve confessed their feelings for each other, life has its own twisted way to challenge the most profound love.
One January Night | 4213 words | Part 3 of When Winter Comes 🐕
Before going back to work, Steve Rogers still has things to learn: 1- Depression is a bitch and the battle against it isn't an easy one. 2- Dating a person with disabilities comes with its share of challenges.
Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (And Other Lies He Tells Himself) | 14159 words 🔒
You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.
But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.
Obvious | 917 words ☕
"Oh, I have a prompt! So, it makes me laugh how painfully obvious Steve and Bucky's feelings are to everyone when they're in that pining, slowburn, does-he-doesn't-he phase. But imagine Steve and Bucky working in a coffee shop together and constantly bickering, nudging and playfully flirting with each other. And all the employees and patrons are so invested in their relationship and just want them to kiss already but no one realizes that Steve and Bucky have been married since they got out of HS."
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lyrachloezhang · 27 minutes ago
Multicouple | Hoax
"You know I left a part of me back in New York You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?"
Another multicouple vid from me!!!
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thelostxwatcher · 34 minutes ago
rec’d by @glittercake for stevebucky
all i know is pain 😔
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match a marvel ship with a song
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kiu-k · 45 minutes ago
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“We can go home soon. ”
If they were able to celebrate VE Day 76 years ago.
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dadplease · 49 minutes ago
spoiling her rotten.
[disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this this blog. for more information on this blog’s commitment to protecting minors, read eun’s full statement here.]
warnings | ddlg (daddies!stucky x little!reader), smutTtT, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, forced orgasms? kind of getting there, restraints? (steve's holding reader down/open), dub-con? since reader is clearly reaching limits but they keep going, overstim
requested by anon | CONGRATS ON 2k+!!! i was wondering if i could request a stucky smut ddlg blurb :) something along the lines of little reader feeling kind of low so daddy steve and bucky cheer her up with multiple orgasms even when she’s super sensitive and saying she can’t anymore but they just keep praising her and telling her what a good girl she is <3
an | hi friend thanks so much for this request! tbh what a way to be cheered up lol, daddies would truly know just how to take care of you and get you feeling better. hope you enjoy!
"Come on sweetheart, just gotta let us take care of you," Steve hums into your hair as you writhe against him. He's got you positioned directly in front of him with your back pressed against his chest, your legs being held open by his own with his large hands wrapping around your thighs to keep your pussy nice and spread.
"That's right, doll. Gotta make sure we get our baby feeling aalll better," Bucky sings from his spot between your legs, two of his metal fingers pumping steadily into your soaking heat while he toys with your clit using his flesh hand. "What kind of daddies would we be if we didn't spoil our sweet little girl rotten, hmm?"
"Daddy, p-please," you pant, not sure which it is you're pleading to at this point, or maybe if it's both. "Too much, can't cum again," you whimper.
Chuckling, Steve raises an eyebrow, shifting one of his hands to pull back on the hood of your clit to allow Bucky to swirl his fingers directly over the swollen nub. "You can't? Oh, I think you can," he disagrees, both of the men smiling as they sense another orgasm quickly building up inside of you.
"There it is, that's it," Bucky encourages, quickening his pace inside you to ram almost painfully against your inner walls, the torturous sensation almost sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Come on, little one. Cum for your daddies, goood," he croons as you cry out, clamping down on his metal fingers as you squirt out onto the already drenched bedsheets below.
"P-please," you beg as Bucky lowers his head down to come face to face with your quivering cunt, licking his lips at the sight. "No more, Daddy, please," but your efforts are futile.
"Shhh, it's okay," Steve soothes, lifting you gently and tilting you up to give Bucky a better angle. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you doll? Now let Buck have a taste of that pussy, honey. Gonna make you feel so good, don't you worry."
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loverbarnes · 50 minutes ago
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Once again I am asking the Russos to explain themselves
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caps-rogerswilson · 56 minutes ago
anyway snuggly steve rogers curling into the side of literally anyone who will hold him but especially bucky and sammy
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i-love-the-mcu-3000 · an hour ago
So I went on a walk with my Stucky shipper friend who hasn’t watched Endgame yet (they have to watch Ant-Man and the Wasp first) and we talked about many things, as we usually do.
And then she says “I don’t like Peggy Carter because she’s taking Steve away from Bucky”
And I’m like “I like her as a character tho”
And she’s like “Yeah but she has to stay away from Steve”
And I try to laugh it off just like “hahahahaha yeah you can have any of the other guys!”
... I’m not going to be the one to tell her.
(Just in case some of you interpret this post the wrong way, Peggy Carter is a Queen and a badass that I have nothing but respect for. This conversation was said in a tone you use when you’re making a joke. Please don’t come at me.)
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loveforpreserumsteve · an hour ago
Those Who Fall: "APTF" Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)
The dark and quiet was a breeding ground for Steve's anxieties. As the alcohol wore off, his mind started running through all the What Ifs. Even weighed down by Bucky's strong arm and with the brunet's snores coming behind him, Steve couldn't help it. His mind just wouldn't shut off.
What if Brock had been at the party? If he wore a mask, he could blend right in. It was a costume party, after all. Steve tried to think back to if anyone who had been around him and Bucky seemed out of place. But that was the thing; everyone seemed out of place.
What if Brock had seen him and Bucky leave for their room? What if he had followed them? What if he was going to try to convince a maid or something that it was his room and he was able to sneak in? What if --
Laughing broke through Steve's thoughts but only amped up his paranoia. He tensed in Bucky's arms and glanced around the dark room. Afraid that he would find a dark figure waiting for him. Luckily, he and Bucky were alone in their room and the people in the hallway were getting harder to hear the further they got.
Then, a worse stream of thought came to him.
What if Brock had waited for him in the school parking lot? What if Brock had followed him? What if Brock had found out where he lived? Lived with his children. What if Brock had arrived at their house? What if Brock scared his mother? Scared his children?
A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he wondered how the kids were. Hoping that they were okay. Hoping that some twisted bastard hadn't terrorized them. Hoping that Sophia and Ethan hadn't woken up from a nightmare only to realize that he and Bucky weren't there.
Wiggling out of Bucky's embrace, Steve made his way over to the dresser where their overnight bag was and promptly got dressed in a pair of jogger sweatpants and one of Bucky's cozy #1 Dad sweatshirts.
As Steve finished dressing, Bucky rasped, "Stevie?"
Shoving on his sneakers, Steve assured, "It's alright, go back to sleep."
"Where're ya goin'?" Bucky asked, flipping on the table lamp.
Both squinting from the sudden light, Steve worried his bottom lip as he tried to think about how to phrase his current paranoia. So, he decided on, "I wanna go home."
Bucky's brows furrowed but he still climbed from the bed. Not arguing or questioning, Bucky got dressed and assured, "I'll call an Uber."
"Thank you," Steve melted, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Bucky. He was lucky to have a loving husband who would be willing to leave a fancy hotel at two in the morning for no other reason than Steve wanting to leave.
Entering the bathroom, Steve took care of his business. He could hear Bucky on the phone and Steve tried not to break down. He needed to hold it together. For just a little while longer, at least. Once he saw that the kids were fine and that Brock wasn't there and that Brock hadn't been there at all, he could cry himself to sleep in Bucky's arms. And only then would Steve tell Bucky about his icky feeling and how afraid he still was.
With everything packed into their bag and both of them dressed, Bucky led the way out of the room. Slinging the bag over his broad shoulder, Bucky held his hand out for Steve to take. Lacing their fingers together once he did as they entered the elevator.
"Hey," Bucky shook their hands to gain Steve's attention. Once he had it, he tried to comfort, "It's okay."
Dropping his gaze, Steve shrugged and trailed off, "I just…"
When it was clear that Steve wasn't going to finish his thought, Bucky tried to lighten the mood, "You know how I hate sleeping on hotel beds. Too soft. Like a marshmallow."
"Whatever," Steve good-humoredly scoffed. Teasing, "You were sleeping like the dead."
"Only because I was with you, and I always sleep better next to you," Bucky tugged Steve closer and kissed his temple. Dropping his hand, Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders and said, "Whatever's bothering you, it's gonna be okay."
"I just --" Steve cut himself off as the emotion and fear threatened to choke him "-- I just need to see it. Believe it."
Bucky pressed another kiss to Steve's temple; not knowing what else to do to comfort him. Steve wasn't sure what else he could do either. But being close to Bucky helped. So, Steve stayed close as he climbed into the back of the Uber and Bucky climbed in after him. Instantly taking Steve's hand in his and lacing their fingers together.
Monster Mash played on the radio and Steve focused on his breathing. Schooling his fear and keeping his tears at bay. All he could do was hold Bucky's hand. All he wanted to do was hold Bucky's hand. And he was lucky enough to have a husband who didn't mind.
When they finally reached their house, Bucky thanked the driver and climbed out from the backseat. Holding his hand out for Steve and helping the petite man out. Once they were free and clear, the driver left and Steve started up the front steps.
The ceramic planters were broken and the jack-o-lanterns had been smashed. In disappointment at the destruction, Steve sighed, "Casualty of teens on Halloween."
Bucky exhaled the way he did before having to discipline their kids, then yawned. Holding the keys, he gestured for the door and said, "We can worry about it tomorrow."
Nodding, Steve didn't dilly-dally as he followed Bucky up to the door. However, the door wasn't shut. Steve's heart stuttered as he grabbed onto Bucky's arm. Regaining the tired man's attention, Steve gave the broken-open door a pointed look, "Something's wrong."
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not-withoutyou · an hour ago
Not until a few enthralling chapters later did Bucky realize what time it was. He’d been re-reading the same sentence and his eyes were starting to close. Checking his watch with bleary vision—it was 2am—he decided Tolkien could wait for tomorrow. He marked his place and set the book down on the table behind him. At the movement, the steady rise and fall of breath stuttered against his chest. “Stevie, wake up,” he murmured into disheveled, aurelian hair, trying gently to cajole him from sleep.
“I’ll fight ya—” Steve mumbled, half in a dream.
Gingerly scratching blunt nails down his spine through the fabric of his shirt, Bucky remarked, “I know ya will, punk. Get up. Your back’s gonna hurt tomorrow if you stay like this all night.”
Steve grumbled again; an unintelligible disagreement, then more clearly, ‘make me.’ So, Bucky did. With minimal effort, he had Steve scooped up to carry him to bed; one arm under his knees, the other encircling his waist. Cheeks were still flushed from the alcohol, the freckles on the bridge of his nose obscured by dusted rose. Steve laughed; like light and bells and crisp winter air—pressing his hot face into Bucky’s neck, his skinny arm around his shoulders.
Carefully set onto the bed, as soon as Steve was left to his own devices, he fell flat backwards against the mattress. Enough light from the hall shone in for Bucky to see the big, still-drunk grin on his face.
“Why’d ya have so much, huh?” Bucky asked, halfway between amusement and concern as he tried to get Steve out of his day clothes so he could be comfortable enough to have some decent rest.
“Thinkin’,” Steve said, letting heavy eyelids close again; peaches and cream tones and those long eyelashes.
Unbuttoning Steve’s shirt, helping him shrug out of it, Bucky murmured, “What about?” He tugged on the blanket trapped under Steve to try to coax him under the covers. (Too drunk to remember any of this, but Steve was safe with him.) Unprompted and without sitting up first, Steve tried to get his undershirt off, only managing to get it caught halfway over his head. When Bucky helped him pull it the rest of the way off, Steve reached out to grab his hand. Palm to palm, long slender fingers, the freckles on his knuckles. Just...warm. The only thing Bucky could think was, ‘warm.’
“You’re beautiful,” Steve slurred.
Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat, choking him. Sitting down heavily on the side of the bed, he pulled his hand from Steve’s grasp to tuck the blanket up around him. “You’ll forget you said that in the morning, when you’re miserable and hungover.” And Bucky would pretend this hadn’t happened—for his own sanity.
Steve shook his head, blinking half-lidded eyes. Glacial isles, made of magic. Every word was slow. “No, I won’t. Think about it every day. Beautiful. One of them Botticelli paintings of a saint.”
Bucky squeezed his eyes shut thinking, ‘Don’t. Please, don’t. It hurts.’ Because it wasn’t real. Steve had an eye for aesthetics; that was all. He could appreciate nice bone structure. It wasn’t real. His eyes flew back open when a soft hand touched his burning cheek.
“So pretty I could cry.” Wide-eyed, Steve was still looking at him like the oldest light. It poured mercy over him, soothed him like nothing else.
He held Steve’s hand against his cheek, biting down hard on the inside of his bottom lip. “Please, go to sleep.”
Chapter 6 is up!
(You can read the whole fic here)
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autisticbats · 2 hours ago
Please don't tag SamBucky or SamBuckySteve content with the Stucky tag.
The main majority of the Stucky fandom dislike SamBucky as a romantic ship and do not want to see content pertaining to it in the tags.
sam and bucky are such great boyfriends who love eachother so much
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silverskyfullofstars · 2 hours ago
I love how Steve is supposed to be a tactical genius but we all know when it comes to common sense he’s stupid as shit. Like he can run a near-flawless mission or come up with a workable battle plan on the fly but also when he and Bucky are near each other suddenly Bucky is expected to have the braincell?
Steve, staring at the ceiling in bed: so if I sprint to the donut shop I can probably -
Bucky, half-asleep: Steve it’s three in the goddamn morning shut up and go to sleep
Steve: but Bucky the donuts
Bucky: it’s three am, the shop is definitely closed
Steve: but if I -
Bucky: I will sew your clothes to the sheets with you still in them, don’t test me
Steve: but -
Bucky: I said don’t test me
(Sam and Bucky Part 2 here)
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fawneii · 2 hours ago
𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐢'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
✿ smut //  ღ fluff //  ❣ angst
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ʚĭɞ  𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
pansy parkinson
ma’am [oneshot] 580 words ✿
you decided to wear an extra short skirt that day,
nymph [oneshot] 1,000 words  ✿
pansy comes across you; a lonesome nymph in the forbidden forest, but something feels different.
draco malfoy
what it would be like to date d.m [imagine] 417 words  ✿ ღ ❣
what your relationship would be like with draco malfoy.
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ʚĭɞ  𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥
soon to be updated!
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ʚĭɞ  𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥
ours [oneshot] 1,154 words ✿
bucky and steve had been away on an eight day mission, they come back to a bratty, distraught [reader]. 
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ʚĭɞ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬
soon to be updated!
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Prompt #13
“Don’t you just hate watching the person you love fall for someone else?” D said.
A sighed. “Yup. Wait - which one of those two do you love? Because I swear to Hades below if it is B I will rip out your throat and toss you to the hellhounds.”
D looked at them oddly. “No - it’s C, B’s lover.”
“Right.” A said. “I guess I’ll scratch you off my list of rivals and enemies then.”
“You have enough enemies and rivals to have a list of them?!?”
“I have multiple,” A said. “And they’re ordered alphabetically.”
This prompt is part of a story I’m writing! Use the controls below to find the next parts!
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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 hours ago
I got an ask about serial killer!stucky making the reader pick out their victim and it has sent me to outer space. I'm gonna respond with a bit of a longer drabble for that. So if you're out there nonnie, I am coming for you bb
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abovethesmokestacks · 2 hours ago
This... was such a goddamn delight, and as someone who worked three summers in a restaurant, I felt Bucky’s frustration at every turn. And don’t even get me started on the food. I’d inhale all of it because damn.
I love the flow of the story, the brutal honesty and the stream of consciousness-like ease. You’re propelled forward, but there’s humour and it makes it such an amazing read.
Bucky's soul has departed his shambling corpse and is mocking him from somewhere up near the ridiculous light fitting. It's probably better that way. He feels blissfully calm.
The time stamps adds to the feeling that the night is dragging on forever, even if, as Bucky reflects, it’s a relatively short gig. Again, feeling that hard. A night never goes slower than when you keep glancing at the clock to see how much is left of your shift.
And damn. That ending. I agree with Bucky. Fuck Karlo, he’s just following orders.
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