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allthatmarvel · an hour ago
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THE COLOR OF FOREVER: 2
A/N: Wow. Wow. Wow! I can’t believe all the support came rushing out for this story. I cannot thank you enough, especially when my heart is constricted by it. Thank you to those who liked the story, commented, reblogged, and even followed. Thank you! Also, as a reminder, this story wouldn’t be here if the amazing people (who I will retag because they always need more recognition in this life, epically with their talented skills in writing and having a big heart in welcoming me or just being amazing. So go see them, follow, and love their stories, as much as I do. 
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Chapter 2 
Your eyes speaks of love - Dhiman
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Even after three years, the bond between the three grew as if the way they grew throughout their times in age. And when the years grew, tension also grew around the world. Words spread that a war was on the brink of exploding into another world war.
And that was when Steve and Bucky began to talk: joining the war if the United States would ever get involved. Well, it was mostly Bucky tried to reason with Steve that if the worst case scenario came, Steve should stay with Y/N as he would defend his country. Whenever they weren’t with Y/N--which was rare--they’d argue behind closed doors, countless time until nothing was resolved but with heated glares and heavy breathing. In the end, Bucky knew Steve was stubborn beyond hell, so he couldn’t ask his friend of it no more. But they did agree that they didn’t know how to tell Y/N of their future plan, but they needed...wanted too. So that idea always gnawed at the back of their head,
Joining the war.
But when it got too much for them to bare, they decided to tell her. They took her to one of the local diner in Brooklyn -- a place where Bucky and Steve always met, and now it was with her.
Y/N knew something was up, because in her heart, she could feel the trouble coursing through her boys vein. So when they got their food, Y/N picked at it as she just watched Steve and Bucky also picked at their food. None of them had the appetite to eat.
“What’s going on?” she finally asked. None of the two boys dared to answer her. Fear clawed at Y/N mind, the biggest fear--a fear that came out when she washed away her days in the shower and or when she laid wide awake until the sun peaked out. “Are you regretting seeing colors... are you regretting seeing colors with me?” 
The both boys quickly looked up with wide eyes. The fries in Bucky’s hand slipped out of his grasp and onto the floor. He quickly slide out of the outer booth and slide into her side. He wrapped an arm around her as he used his other fingers to slowly tip back her head. “Why would you ever think that, Doll?” he then asked her, quietly.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled as she tried to look away from his pierced blue eyes. Eyes that warmed her heart and soul... her eyes to see, everyday.
 “Does this look like me” -- he turned to gaze at Steve, who sat quietly and watched the two-- “and Steve don’t love you?” He leaned down and captured her lips into his. It was a rough kiss but it held all the passion she needed to softly moan. A kiss that captivated her soul to catch flames, a kiss where it felt as if everything around her blurred away and all she knew was Bucky and Steve. Just them and her. 
Hey eyes wandered over to Steve as Bucky still had her lips in his. He held a small smile on his face, happy to see that what he was feeling was captured between the two physical contact. She then reached out her free hand over the table, and Steve gladly took it as he held it in his. It was just warmth and comfort. Love. 
When Bucky fell away from the kiss, he leaned over to push her hair to the other side and whispered into her ears. “I don’t want to ever hear that doubt out of your mouth again, Doll. Never doubt that Steve and I regret seeing colors, especially with you. Because we would trade our lives to see them only with you.”  Y/N pushed her face into Bucky’s shoulder, hiding away the blush in her cheeks. “Beside, that is not the reason why we are quiet cowards.”
He gazed at Steve, silently agreeing it was time to tell their girl what was on their mind. 
When Y/N got situated back again, still her hand never left Steve. It was then time for the truth to come out. 
“If and when the U.S is involved with the war, Bucky and I are thinking of joining the army.” Steve told her. 
Y/N’s heart sunk and the feeling of what once had happen minutes ago, washed away into the black abyss of anger... denial... fear. “What?” she croaked out. “NO. NO. NO.” She placed her hand over her mouth to contain her wanting to scream at the two of them.
“Its an if,” Bucky jumped in to help his best friend out. “It’s an if.”
“I don’t care,” she rushed out her words. “Don’t do it. I need you here with me, I can’t lose you two.”
“Y/N-” 
She couldn’t hear no more, and so she squeezed past Bucky and ran out of the diner. Rain cascaded throughout the sky. Her hair clung to her as she was poured down with rain and the salt of her tears. She knew that Bucky and Steve were to follow her, so she just ran, she ran as long as she could until fire was in her legs. She stopped at a store by the glass window display, where it played the news. News of what was going on in other countries... war. 
“Y/N!” She heard her name being called out, and she knew who voice it belong to. So she didn’t turn around; she just stared at the TV. A jacket was laid around her shoulders and an arm wrapped around her. “Don’t run, please,” Bucky begged.
She then heard another round of running steps and a breath that couldn’t contain itself. Steve. “Seriously,” Steve wheezed out as he stood on the other side of his girl, “I have asthma, couldn’t you just speed walk and not run for your dear life?” He kissed her left cheek. 
“Sorry,” she sighed as she too kissed him on the cheek. 
“Doll, please listen to me. I know this is hurting you, and its hurting us too. Believe us, we wouldn’t want it that way for our future, but deep in our hearts, we must serve our country, protect our country, one that you are in.” 
“In a way, we are protecting you,” Steve added in.
She didn’t say anything for a long time. Still, she looked on at the news report. Steve mindlessly watched, but Bucky just watched the two. He reached over and tapped Steve on the shoulder to grab his attention. And when Steve looked at his friend, he knew what he was asking of him. A plead. A plead from their past arguments. 
And for the first time in that argument, Steve agreed. “Beside... I might not be able to join due to my health.” Y/N looked at him and slowly nodded, her heart wasn’t that tight anymore. “Well, I will try, but I doubt they’ll let me in.” Steve gave a glare to Bucky now. 
“Okay,” Y/N resided. 
Before anyone could embrace each other, the TV broadcast flipped to breaking news. In the news, reports of an attack on US soil, in Hawaii - Pearl Harbor, and then to the president message of going to war.
And in that split moment, Y/N’s heart didn’t just drop but shattered away. She knew her boys were going to go into war. 
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puppypeter · 4 hours ago
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Part 2: this time there’s no Hydra involved (though some of the bad guys are indeed Hydra characters). Please READ THE TAGS! Most of these fics are based around trauma, recovery etc and feature triggering scenes or flashbacks and darker themes. Please be safe and don’t read them if they can be triggering for you! I love many of these fics so much, they have so much plot and are amazingly written, but bare in mind the themes they cover! Enjoy them below the cut:
Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt | 202860 words | Part 1 of Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt
Steve looks over; the guy is standing in the darkness, and when he steps forward Steve’s breath catches in his throat. A few inches shorter than Steve, dark hair falling flat and limp around his high cheekbones, eyes permanently flickering between blue and green and grey and framed by long eyelashes, sharp and bright even in the gray, artificial lighting, only one arm, pulled protectively around himself.
“Bucky?” he whispers incredulously.
or Bucky is a hooker who stumbled into prostitution in desperation and Steve is an achingly lonely artist who has spent four years missing his high school sweetheart and maybe they never stopped loving each other.
Even In The Dark (We Will Find A Way Out) | 242572 words | Part 2 of Tell Me How To Breathe In And Feel No Hurt
“I’m scared,” Bucky whispers. The words are packed; scared doesn’t begin to cover the impossible panic that’s still washing over him, waning and then slamming him again, so much it makes him dizzy.
“I know,” Steve whispers back, “I know. It’s okay to be scared, Buck. Nothing bad is gonna happen to us, baby, not anymore.”
Still reeling from the attack, Bucky and Steve, together, grow and recover and work to heal.
Then the past comes for them.
Snake Eyes | 159983 words
There's a lot of expectation attached to Steve Rogers' name. It's taken him years to prove his own worth - that he's made it so far in the USNA on his own merit and not just because of his father. He's close though - there are only a few more months until he graduates and gets to stand on his own two feet. It's taken a lot of effort to get there, and a lot of sacrifices.
Bucky's beyond the point of expectation. When your father and grandfather have both been President - and your mother nurses political ambitions of her own - brilliance is a foregone conclusion. He's just counting down the final months of his confinement to the glass cage of the White House and he's determined to put that whole world behind him.
But as the days standing between them and their dreams dwindle, Steve comes to realize he might have made one sacrifice too many, and Bucky learns that his freedom comes at a cost he's never going to be able to pay.
Marvel/Political Animals AU
Under The Bridges Of Fame | 89678 words
For better or for worse (usually worse), Steve Rogers has been the most famous guy in the room for a while. And though newsreels have given way to YouTube, people's reactions haven't changed much in seventy-some years. Steve's become an expert at keeping his head down and getting on with his life.
A head-on collision on a busy street sends books flying and sweeps Steve off his feet. The point of impact has a name: James. A charming mess of long hair, thick glasses, and a crooked, not-quite-smile. If he recognizes Steve, he chooses not to comment, placing him firmly in Steve's good graces.
As far as Steve can tell, they might be Bogie and Bacall all over again, save for the group of idiots with selfie sticks who surround them. But for once, the request isn't for Steve.
Which begs the question: if James is James, then who the hell is Bucky?
This Is The Place Where Everything Starts To Begin | 93430 words
Steve Rogers is a tiny spitfire of an artist just trying to make it through his junior year at SHIELD High. Bucky Barnes is the mysterious new kid, adopted son of Principal Alexander Pierce, with a prosthetic arm and a head full of dangerous secrets. When their paths cross, a friendship is formed, one that will lead to the revelation of the dark underside to Brooklyn and the horrific events happening right beneath the surface of its glimmering facade.
The Little Red Balloon | 151807 words
When Steve goes out to a bar looking for a chance to unwind, he doesn’t expect to find the most beautiful person in world there. And he doesn’t expect for that person’s kiss to feel like the missing puzzle piece in his life. And he really doesn’t expect to find himself falling head over heels for that person — for Bucky Barnes — over the next two months, watching as the rest of his life with this man stretches out in front of him.
But Bucky has secrets. Things he won’t tell. And he just wants to live his life in peace, and do what he can to give kids like him the kind of help he never had. But there are things you can’t outrun. And when his past catches up with him, Bucky will do anything to keep Steve safe from the monsters that lurk in the shadows of his life.
But Steve would do anything for him, too. And he’s not about to let Bucky slip away.
This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. When fate collides with choice. And when the deepest love confronts the worst kind of fear.
This is what happens when Steve Rogers meets Bucky Barnes.
What I Used To Be | 117095 words
When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas.
After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver.
Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony's charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn't expect to fall so hard.
Monster In A Daydream | 29804 words
Alexander Pierce was the only one who could love him. He was the only one who dealt with him being so useless and stupid and weak. The only one who helped him grow to be a better person, a better boyfriend and a better submissive. He was the only one who could love someone as disgusting as Bucky was.
OR
Bucky is stuck in an extremely abusive dom/sub relationship with Alexander Pierce and Steve, his best friend from childhood, tries to save him before it's too late. This is a story of abuse, recovery, non sexual intimacy and a blossoming relationship between an abused Bucky and a Steve who just wants to make everything alright.
Ugliness | 46762 words
Highschool AU - Bucky suffers a horrible injustice at the hands of his teacher Alexander Pierce. Will he ever be able to find his voice and reach out to his best friend?
Dark Fics Part 1 | List of all fics recs
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marvel-fic-recs · 8 hours ago
Hi! I saw you have fics with Stony soulmates - do you have any with Stucky or Stuckony soulmates? Thanks :)
Hi there! Stucky soulmates coming right up!! There were so many good ones, and I got a bit carried away and didn’t want this to be too long lmao, so we’ll be doing Stuckony soulmates in another post <33
Please note that some of the following fics are rated Mature/Explicit—make sure you’re reading tags listed for each work on ao3!
stevebucky - soulmate au
1/1 | 2.1k | Marks on My Soul by mngwa_archival (mngwa)
A soulmate AU where around puberty, your soulmate's fingerprints appear somewhere on your body. The soulmate(s) have matching placements of the marks, as well. They also can change to other peoples' prints/placements, or disappear if the soulmate dies.
Steve has always loved Bucky. That's evidently never going to change.
1/1 | 5k | like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass by irisesandlilies
The ache in his heart swells, pushes at his sternum and catches his breath. It’s a warm feeling, liquid almost. It starts in his nose and radiates across his jaw, down his throat and sparkling in his chest, so peculiar but not at all unfamiliar.
1/1 | 5.9k | First and Last by RosenMae
Steve's always loved his words; they've given him hope since he could read them, and they added fuel to the fire in his soul. When he went into the ice, his one regret was leaving a soulmate out there that would never ever know what had happened to him. These days, he still holds that regret as he tries to do the right things and fight the right fights and not get sucked into any of the wrong wars, but it's starting to feel like there are no right wars anymore. When he gets home from yet another mission, he's expecting pizza and to be endlessly teased by his teammates as they watch the never-ending list of movies he hasn't seen; he's not expecting to meet his soulmate, he's definitely not expecting this.
1/1 | 6.7k | Slip Of The Tongue by this_wayward_life
Mr Perfect Ass is even prettier from the front. His braid is loose enough that strands of hair have fallen to frame his face, and an oversized scarf is pulled up to just below his pouty, red mouth. He's big, with wide shoulders and thick arms and thighs that are straining at his jeans, and he's staring at Steve with a blush on his face and the prettiest eyes Steve has ever seen.
“Oh, god,” Steve blurts out. “Please sit on my face.”
There's a horrified silence for about a second, before Natasha starts cackling.
1/1 | 8.2k | Tremulous and Tender by humapuma, marvellingyou (tourmalinex)
He wasn’t complaining; he was used to being on his own. He’d grown up in a single parent home and his mom had worked long hours as a nurse, which left him alone much of the time. It had never really bothered him.
That evening, though… something was different. It had gotten under his skin and made his blood pump faster. All night long, his body burned in a way that he’d never experienced before, not even in a rut. It was as if there was an invisible string tied somewhere inside him, pulling him. But where?
And that scent… that perfect, sweet scent, it wrapped around him like a lover…
Like a lover.
Steve Rogers wasn’t lonely… until he’d scented that Omega, whoever they were.
AKA Steve Rogers is a social worker at a domestic violence shelter. He does everything he can to suppress his Alpha instincts so his clients can feel safe with him. Until one evening, as he's leaving work, he catches a scent that he can't escape and it opens up a world of possibilities he had long denied himself.
1/1 | 19.8k | but cause he really knows me (which is more than they can say) by archers_and_spies 
Somewhere in a New York City war museum hangs a painting.
1/1 | 20k | Kiss me under the mistletoe, just for show by rainbow_nerds
Almost everyone on earth has an hourglass tattoo somewhere on their body, counting down to the day you discover your soulmate. It’s almost never a first meeting, and rarely anything momentous. It’s a moment among dozens, among hundreds of others in which you look at someone and something clicks into place. The sand runs out, the skin surrounding the tattoo burns for a moment, and then it’s over.
Congratulations, you’ve found The One.
It’s all very romantic, really, unless you happen to be someone who lives their lives in the public eye.
Steve and Bucky are actors and old friends, and they hatch a plan to avoid unwanted advances while promoting their new movie together.
4/4 | 50.5k | Bleeding Love by Daretodream66
Bucky is a born vampire and Steve is not. They go to war, just like in the movies, but with a twist. This follows them through the war and Part Two will take place after 2002.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 16 hours ago
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Those Who Fall: "APTF" Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)
Forty-Five:
"Are you sure that she didn't just run away?"
Steve had wanted to hit Brock a lot of times in his life. But he was positive that this one out ranked all the other times. Having to cross his arms and tightly hold onto himself to keep himself from pummeling the asshole straight into the ground.
After all, the last thing that Steve needed was to be arrested for assaulting an officer.
"Why would she do all of this if she was going to run away?" Bucky asked, sounding just as angry and annoyed as Steve felt.
Shrugging, Brock offered, "Kids do strange things when they think they might get in trouble."
Shaking his head, Bucky turned to walk away. All the while muttering to himself, "I swear to fucking god, there's no hope for him."
"Aw, c'mon, Buck. We're trying to figure out what happened here," Brock taunted.
Steve narrowed his eyes and reminded himself, your kids need you. You can't get arrested tonight. No matter how much Brock desperately needed to have the shit kicked out of him.
"You really think that a pregnant teen would do this because she thought she'd get in trouble for running away?" Steve asked, evaluating the arrogant brunet the way he did when he assumed his kids were lying.
"Well, you, yourself, said that she was a runner and that this was a last resort after finding her on the street." With a smug smirk still on his face, Brock crossed his arms and added, "And considering the baby daddy is Jarvis "Vision" Edwards, aka the little brother to one of the most violent gang leaders at the moment, Silvan "Ultron" Edwards."
Gritting his teeth, all Steve could do was watch as Brock shrugged and clarified, "I gotta go with my gut."
"If we're going with our gut feelings…" Steve trailed off, mocking Brock's shrug with one of his own. Narrowing his eyes again when Brock grinned, Steve said, "With your particular skill set of finding someone who doesn't want to be found, I assumed that you'd be better at this than just going off a ridiculous hunch."
At that, Brock glared at Steve and said, "Listen here and listen good, I'm doing all I can. We all are. But when a kid who's almost eighteen and is prone to running away comes up missing, it's usually because they ran away. I'm doing my job. I can't help it if it's not the way you want it to be done."
"I'm not asking for you to make an exception," Steve argued. Exhausted and anxious as he continued, "But god damn it, Brock, something isn't right here! Wanda and Vis wouldn't have staged this! They're good kids!"
"They're connected to a gang," Brock's brows furrowed, "How good can they be?"
Steve's expression twisting into one of disgust, he shook his head and sneered, "Classist pig."
Turning, Steve crossed the living room and headed for the dining room where the kids were talking to Officer Walker and Officer Hoskins. Fuming as he thought about how Brock was, not only ignoring everything that his kids had been saying all night, but ignoring the evidence that corroborated their story. Not to mention how his patience was running thin when all he wanted was head to the hospital where Sarah was being monitored.
Pausing in the entryway to the dining room, Steve watched as Sophia and Ethan colored pictures. Beside Ethan, Officer Hoskins confirmed while also signing, "That's very scary. And you saw them?"
Steve was touched by the simple gesture. Knowing that it wasn't every day that they came across someone who knew American Sign Language. So, it was nice that despite Ethan now wearing his hearing aids, he was allowed to sign and be understood when he was already uncomfortable. After all, he had been through a lot and any little comfort was appreciated.
"I'm not classist."
Looking beside him where Brock had joined him, Steve rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. He was ready to leave. He was ready to get away from Brock.
"I'm not," Brock continued. "But I've seen a lot of shit. Especially from this particular gang. So, excuse me for not having much --"
"Empathy," Steve supplied with a quirked brow.
Brock narrowed his eyes, "Patience. Excuse me for not having much patience when it comes to certain groups."
Shaking his head, Steve redirected his attention to the table where Bucky sat with Sophia on his lap. The brunet combing through her silky black hair in hopes of soothing the eight year old. Meeting Steve's gaze, Bucky puckered his lips, miming blowing him a kiss.
"So," Brock started. Steve kept his gaze forward and Brock asked, "How long have you been Mr. Barnes?"
"Five years," Steve answered just as he would to anyone else.
"Well, shit," Brock scoffed, "I thought you would've gotten married right after graduation."
Steve shrugged, "We had other things to worry about back then."
"Oh," Brock nodded, "Right."
And while Steve hadn't meant it as a slight, Brock took it that way. At the time, Bucky had been worrying about grad school and paying bills. They wanted to be more financially stable before they got married. Especially with the type of wedding they had both wanted. The last thing either of them thought about was Brock.
"Ya know, I'm sorry," Brock apologized, "For how I acted back then. I, uh… yeah, I just wanted to say, 'sorry.'"
Glancing over at the brunet, Steve studied him for a moment. When he didn't see any deceit or malice, Steve decided, "Thank you."
"So, uh," Brock cleared his throat and gestured behind himself, "I'm gonna check if you guys can leave. You know, so you can check on your mom and the kids can get some sleep."
Steve nodded, "Okay."
And wasn't that just the fucking weirdest thing to happen that night. To be neutral with the man who used to stalk him. Neutral with the man who had terrified Steve and haunted him for so long even as they resided in different states across the country. And though Steve was never going to be more than neutral with Brock, hearing the apology was surprisingly nice.
Now if Brock could only pull his head out of his ass long enough to save Wanda before something really bad happened to her…
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oh-i-swear-writes · a day ago
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So, here’s my second @marveltrumpshate​​ 2020 fill!  This one will update twice weekly on Tuesdays (yes, I know it’s Monday I got excited and impatient) and Fridays until complete.
Prince James of Romania is the first Omega heir to the Romanian throne... and the first to any throne. He's got a reputation to upkeep and he takes that very seriously, as does everyone else and the national and international press.
Enter Steve Rogers, Senator's son with a reputation for attending rallies and protests and getting arrested. When they're found in the Palace pool house together following one poor decision at a party made by James, everything changes. Did anything happen? Does it even matter when the press thinks it did?
There's only one solution to save James' honour, and that's for him and Steve to marry - and sooner rather than later.
Basically, the modern Royal AU that nobody (okay, one person) asked for.
CHAPTER ONE
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stucky-fic-recs · a day ago
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how am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again? - mambo @whtaft
TEEN + COMPLETE + STUCKY + 1548 words
Modern AU, Professor AU, Professor Steve, Professor Bucky
Summary: Professor Steve Rogers sleeps with a guy he meets an airport bar and walks away regretting that he'll never see him again.
Until he sees him two nights later.
Something we like about this fic is the set up. Steve is more of a relationship guy, but Bucky draws him in regardless. We think this fic is excellent if you are looking for something to make you smile or are into professor AUs.
You can read it here.
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(Anti-baby anon) mhmm that was good. There’s just something about men who know what they want and just what is allowed within their perfect life. Making sure that nothing, not even Mother Nature, is able to ruin what they’ve built with you
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skyeisawizard · a day ago
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Bucky Barnes
Hi everyone! First of all, I would like to say a big thank you for 600 followers! I’ve only had this blog for just over a months so that is insane! If anybody has any idea of how we could celebrate please let me know.
Second of all, if Bucky was to have his arms covered in tattoos, what does everybody think he would have? (You’ll see why I’m asking this soon ;) )
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frostbitebakery · a day ago
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Who’s got the key to your heart
The boy with blue eyes and
Hands that were art
Don’t forget, don’t forget
Needle and thread
Off with your hat
Off with your head
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serial killer!Stucky anti-baby thoughts - taking reader to a clinic to get an implant. "if you say anything to the doctor, we'll kill all the staff. You're ours." Reader begging, because so scared of the staff being hurt "we don't need to go, I'll keep taking pills". "Those aren't good enough. We need to make sure you don't ever get pregnant."
Oof yesss this coming after a pregnancy scare. I imagine they have your body figured out like clockwork. When you're two weeks late, they freak the fuck out. Steve has to talk Bucky outta doing some botch job surgery (😅😳😅). They take you to the free clinic and have a heated stare off as to who gets to be with you during the exam. Bucky wins, pulls his hair back into a bun and practices his polite public smile at Steve.
You aren't pregnant, and Bucky offers to "hold your hand" while they place the implant in your arm. Really he is just taking notes. Next time, he'll be able to put the stick inside you. It'll be easy, and he has a reason to make you bleed a little. Bucky deffo picks up a few pamphlets on more permanent birth control options to show Steve when you're back home.
And the sex when you finally get your period? It is disgustingly mess and feral.
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Those Who Fall: "APTF" Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)
Forty-Four:
Eventually, Steve pulled away from Bucky and took Holly. Just needing something to do, he decided that she didn't need to be around all of that. So, he carried her downstairs. Getting emotional seeing the family photos and class portraits with their many foster kids on the floor instead of hanging on the wall where they belonged.
"Watch out for glass," Steve cautioned the others.
Nuzzling against Holly's red curls, Steve held her closer while tears rolled down his cheeks. All Steve wanted to do was lay down in his bed. To wake up and realize that all of this was just some elaborate nightmare. That he'd wake up and find all of their kids in the kitchen enjoying a nice pumpkin spice breakfast.
Pushing the door open, Steve sagged. Drawers were ripped completely from the dresser. Clothes were strewn about. Their pillows were torn open. Even their bedframe was broken. Steve wasn't even sure how that could happen. And when he noticed the slurs spray painted along the walls, Steve turned Holly's head into the crook of his neck as though she could read.
Sighing, Steve decided to check for other damages. Walking into the closet he found the clothes pulled off their hangers and thrown on the floor. Some of them were ripped and burned. Their important documents were pulled from the file cabinet and thrown about. Even some of those looked charred, and Steve knew that they were going to have to get new ones.
Entering the bathroom, toilet paper was strung about and tossed around. The shaving cream was sprayed over the mirror and the little ceramic pumpkin that would hold their jewelry, was smashed.
Holly started fussing, and Steve bounced her on his hip. Softly, Steve sang, "You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me hap--"
"Papa!" Sophia popped out of the bathroom linen closet from behind the clothes hamper, nearly scaring Steve to death.
However, knowing that Sophia was okay, Steve dropped to his knees, so he could look over her body for any wounds. And when Ethan followed, stepping over the towel rack that had been ripped out of the wall, Steve examined him as well.
So happy that they were okay, Steve cried and brought them close. As close as he could while still holding Holly, at least. Sniffling, Steve called out, "I FOUND SOPHIA AND ETHAN!"
Footsteps were heard as they crossed the floor over from the living room for the staircase. Steve looked over Ethan and noticed that he wasn't wearing his hearing aids. Steve signed while also verbally asking, "Are you okay?"
With a wobbly lower lip, Ethan lunged forward to wrap his arms around Steve's neck. Kissing the side of his head, Steve rubbed his back and asked Sophia, "Are you okay?"
Sniffling, Sophia said, "Mimi said to come in here and hide, and not come out until she came to get us."
Steve's chest constricted and he clenched his jaw to hold back his own tears. Steve confirmed, "Mimi was right. And you and Ethan are very brave, and listened very well. I'm so proud of you."
Rounding the corner, Bucky led the police through the wrecked bedroom, messy closet, and finally into the tped bathroom. Immediately, Bucky dropped to his knees and hugged each of the kids. Tears silently raced down Bucky's face before he pulled back to look over the kids.
"These are the kids that were presumed missing, correct?" the officer questioned looking over the kids.
"Correct," Steve confirmed, wiping the tears from his own face. Briefly distracted by the other officers who came into the bathroom to take pictures of the destruction.
Pulling back, Bucky amended, "Two of the kids. Our foster daughter, Wanda, is still missing. She's seventeen, 5'6", dark brown hair, light brown complexion, of Romani descent, and she's pregnant."
"The bad people took her," Sophia said, looking up at the muscular officer.
Fear froze Steve straight to his core. Looking at Bucky, Steve could tell that he felt the same. The officer crouched down so he could appear more approachable and less scary at their eye-level, "What kind of bad people, sweetie? Can you tell me what they look like?"
And while there was nothing too intimidating about the man, the kids had a bad history with the police. Sophia moved closer to Bucky and Ethan cowered completely. And Steve knew that they'd have to call the kids' therapist after tonight. Hell, Steve knew that he'd have to call his therapist after tonight.
Reaching out, Steve rubbed the eight year old's back, and assured, "It's okay, honey. We just want to make sure that everyone is safe, okay?"
Obviously catching on, the officer fixed a friendly grin on his face and introduced himself, "I'm Officer Walker. But my friends call me, 'John.' Will you call me, 'John?'"
Sophia thought about it for a moment. Glancing over at Steve, Sophia waited until he nodded his head in encouragement. Softly, Sophia said, "Hi, John. I'm Sophia."
"Well, that's a very pretty name, Sophia," John complimented, still smiling. "Now, I know that this is scary, but can you tell me about what happened?"
"They were scary," Sophia answered. Her mouth quivered as she fought back tears and continued, "They said bad words. And… and…"
Bucky rubbed her back and assured, "Take your time. No one is going anywhere any time soon."
"That's right," John confirmed, "I can wait right here all night, if you need me to."
Sophia nodded, but still tried to push through it, "And they hit Vis… when he tried to stop them. And… and… they hit Wanda. And mimi brought us down here because she went to get a bat… She told us to hide… And we did."
"That was very brave of you," John told her.
Wiping at her face, she hiccupped and Bucky brought her close again. Letting her cry on his shoulder. Steve's breathing started turning erratic again, and he nuzzled Holly to try and soothe himself. He didn't want his kids to go through that. Especially not when they had already been through so much in their short lives.
"What about you, buddy?" John asked Ethan, who was still cowering against Bucky's strong frame.
Figuring that Ethan probably couldn't read John's lips, Steve interpreted. Ethan replied with signing, "They had on scary masks. It scared me. It scared me a lot."
"He says they wore, 'scary masks.'" Steve relayed to the officer.
"What kind of masks?" John questioned.
Steve interpreted again and Ethan signed, "From movie."
As Steve relayed that back to Officer Walker, Sophia sniffled, "I can show you."
So, Sophia led the way over to the -- now -- broken shelf of movies that they kept in the master bedroom because they were inappropriate for the younger kids. Weaving in and out and around the other officers who were cataloguing the damage. John stayed close as he observed the eight year old and accepted the DVD when Sophia handed it to him. Considering there were many masks on the cover of The Purge: Election Year, Sophia pointed to the one.
Looking over the LED mask, John asked, "Are you sure?"
Sophia nodded, "All different colors."
Ethan had gone back to crying into Bucky's broad shoulder, and Bucky went back to swaying him in hopes of calming him. Steve reached over to rub the little boy's back too. It didn't stop Ethan from crying, but the six year old did reach out so he could hold Steve's hand. Steve didn't hesitate to bring the little boy's hand up so he could give the back of it a sweet kiss.
Seeing that her brother was getting loved on, Holly lifted her hand to Steve's mouth, and he gave her a small smile before kissing her palm. Holly smiled and Steve kissed her forehead. Despite everything going on, Steve knew that as long as he could help his kids, he'd be okay.
As Sophia ran over to hug Steve's torso, Officer Walker asked, "Do you know if your foster daughter had any enemies? Bullies from school? An ex-boyfriend? Anyone who would want to hurt her?"
Steve exchanged a look with Bucky and immediately knew who the perpetrators were.
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allthatmarvel · a day ago
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THE COLOR OF FOREVER: 1 
A/N: My very first fanfic, wow! Just needed the time to write because I need an outlet to just have fun and write whatever. This fanfic is inspired the amazing @imaginedreamwrite @writemarvelousthings @heavenhatesme @syntheticavenger  @roger-that-cap​ @harryspet​ @jurassicbarnes​ (& many mores that inspired me & will add soon, cause they need recognition) but atm... here it is
Who’s writing inspired me to write and be brave enough to post it here, so visit their tumblr, follow, and enjoy their work. 
Summary: [Stucky x Reader] 3rd person  
In a world filled with finding soulmates by not seeing colors then to colors, it was all perfect for the trio of Steve, Bucky, and Y/N. That is until they lost each other through the wars, each one on a different path, leading to not seeing anymore. But now, its 2016, the Civil War had resolved peacefully and had led Bucky and Steve to wonder if they’ll ever see colors again. That is until a certain girl, Y/N, is found encased in ice and soon colors began to fill each of their vision. (Series)
Type: ✔ (everything)
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Chapter 1 
Soulmates aren’t just lovers - unknown 
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Many never understood colors, because they never saw colors. A few in the world saw the brightness and sadness in colors, but it was only for one reason: they had found their soulmate. It was already rare and hard to find a soulmate that was imprinted to their heart and fate, but it was almost impossible for someone to not only find one but two. 
It had been said that when the Big Bang Theory created the universe, it created a time of soulmates, and in that speck of time, came a loophole. Where it been said that there would be one to seek her heart to not only to another but to two, and the three would be blinded and shed by the colors.
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Y/N was born to a mother who had not seen a day of colors. She was born based on her mother’s desires and despair of not finding her soulmate or the thought she was one to be soulmate-less. So many years ago, Y/N’s mother met up with one who also couldn’t see colors. They drank their sorrow away and soon things led up to the creation of Y/N.
When Y/N was born and grew into a young child, she had always dreamed of colors. Colors that made the world a less boring place in her eyes. With not many friends--but friends who parents saw colors--she always asked what it was like. Her friends’ parent would smile and tell her that she might understand it one day. 
But would she... could she? Would she know what colors are? 
And soon, when years turned her into her teens, she was brought-up upon the idea that love was something so cherish-able yet the difficulty finding so, was zero to none. Those were the words spoken from her Mom. 
But to her surprise, everything changed...
It was the Summer of 1937 when she was riding her bike along the greys. Her mind was filled with countless daydreams of finding and enduring love. Always, love.
Not paying attention, she had missed a group of boys—older than her, but one was shorter than the other. One was running freely while the other tried to catch his breath. You watched them and wondered, due to their banters, were they blinded by colors or just friends?
Not paying attention, she had hit a bump in the road, lost control and was biking her ways to those two boys. Each of them all fell in a heaps of painful groans.
Brushing off the sediments of dirt on her skirt, she was about to tell those two boys off -- more like blame them than take the fault, even if it was truly her fault. 
She was about to until one of the boys’ eyes -- the taller one-- looked at her, and soon she was blinded by a glow of lights around her. The greys dissolved into colors. She looked at him for a long time, until she turned her attention to his friend who gasped.
Oh, my God.
It was all colors. The short one held a mess of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pale, sweaty, and thin frame. While the other one was seemed more athletic with muscles, brown hairs, and blue eyes as well. 
All three of them stared at each other. Eyes barely looked away.
“I’m Y/N” she slowly said.
The taller one was the one to snap out of his gaze and introduced him and his friend. “I’m Bucky, and this” --he points to the blonde-- “that’s Steve.” 
Steve then whispered, “I can see.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to understand his words. That’s when Bucky spoke up too, agreeing that he could finally see also.
Sky was painted light blue and filled with puffs of white. The beauty of grass ran around them as did other people. People who didn’t care about the staring trio. Her bike was grey and the wheels were turnt weirdly from the crash. But none of that matter cause she could finally see. She could finally see...
“I can see, too.” she choked out.
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estelior · a day ago
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“Steve, if you’ll stay in the sun for so much time, your schee will get off “
“And you’ll stop loving me?“
“Don’t know about that, but you’ll be ugly like sea Devil, so we better get back in water“
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How You Leave - Chapter 22
So sorry for the delay with this. Also, for those of you interested, I was asked by a couple folks to offer my thoughts on Bucky’s character in FATWS. I just finished the series this past week, so I plan to write a lengthy commentary (you know how I roll). I also have another ask about a comparison between Baghdad Waltz and A Little Life, which I’ll be preparing in the next few weeks, too. 
Thanks so much for your support and awesomeness!
Chapter: 22 - CLICK HERE TO READ
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Minor Bucky Barnes/random folks.
Summary:
I check the monitor again, just as Steve’s eyes slide open. He looks into the camera. He looks into me. And I— I don’t know how to do this part. I never planned for this. I never dared to wish it into life, because I knew it would only bring me pain. And I was done with longing for the dead people and the dead world behind me.
This is a different kind of pain from the one in my shoulder now, as the skin frays around the place where it meets metal. It’s a pain of my reality crashing into this, into Steve Rogers. Alive. Drifting back into my life as I begin to drift out of it.
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builder051 · 2 days ago
Whoa Bessie setting, either Steve or James having his ass absolutely handed to them following COVID-19 vaccination if you're up for handling that subject?
Here’s the deal with COVID.  I’m ok with writing around it (vaccine, being afraid of it, wearing a mask, etc.). I am NOT ok with giving any character the virus.
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Steve takes a half day, grabs James straight from PT, and marches him to the open clinic.  
“We’re doing it,” he says.  
James nods nervously, taps his foot like a maniac all through the line, and then stoically accepts the stab in the arm, congratulatory sticker, and card reading proof of vaccination.
Two weeks later, they do it again.
“This one may hurt a bit more,” the technician says as the needle enters James’s skin.
“Great.”  James grits his teeth.  
Nothing happens during the mandatory 15-minute wait period before the troopers at the door let them go home, but almost as soon as James slips on his seatbelt, his arm’s aching up a storm.
“Ow,” he complains, using his chin to edge up the sleeve of his shirt.  A welt the size of a golf ball is rising beneath the skin, red and puffy around the edges.
“Aw, Buck.”  Steve goes in to touch gently, but James hisses and leans away.  
“Ok, ok.”  Steve drops his hand and turns the car on instead.  “Let’s get you home.”
“How’s yours?” James asks.
Steve shakes his head.  “Nothing like that.”
“Hm.”  James leans his temple against the window, which is starting to ache as well.
When they pull into the parking lot, James’s body feels so heavy he barely wants to move.  He stays put in his seat until Steve rounds the car and opens the passenger door for him.  
“Ready to go in?” Steve offers his hand.
“Can I go to bed?”
“Feeling that bad, eh?”
“Yeah.”  James sighs.  “It’s come on, like, all the sudden.  Chills, and, like...”
Steve opens his arms, but James shakes his head, grimacing.  “Don’t want to be touched,” he murmurs.
“Really achy, huh?”
James nods.
“I think we might have ginger ale in the fridge.  From those mixers we never made.”
James’s mouth is dry, but his stomach feels tender, possibly on the verge of rejecting anything he tries to put in it.  “Don’t really want to drink...”
“Gotta do that eventually.  Hydration will help you feel better.”
“Not if it makes me puke first.”  James grimaces.
“Let’s just get you inside.  Cuddled up on the couch,” Steve says.  “Or do you want bed?”
“Wherever...”
“This is only supposed to last a day or two, you know?”  Steve gently lays his arm around James’s shoulders.
“A whole day?” James complains.  “From a stupid shot?”
“Well, it’s better than getting the virus.”
James ponders that one, then lets his head droop to Steve’s shoulder as they make their way to the front door of the apartment.  
“I guess it is,” he finally says.  
“Yeah,” Steve agrees.  “I’m gonna take care of you, regardless.  Even if it’s just the aftershock of a stupid shot.”
“Thanks,” James murmurs.  He presses his forehead to the underside of Steve’s jaw.  “I appreciate it.”
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marvelmusing · 2 days ago
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Cover Stars and Stripes
A Stucky x Fem!Reader Series
Part 4
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4
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The next morning you wake to the sun peeking through your curtains, the morning light streaking across your ceiling. You smile to yourself, remembering last night.
After an embarrassing beginning of the day, you’d managed to smoothen things out with Steve and Bucky. This led you to spending most of the evening helping them finish their work, after which they dropped you off back home.
You check the time. It’s much earlier than when you usually get up on a morning, but Darcy and Jimmy asked for you to join them for breakfast at Pietro’s new cafe. Wanda was so excited when she first told you about the cafe. You get dressed and head out to meet up with Darcy and Jimmy. It doesn’t take you long to walk to the cafe, Jimmy’s stood outside waiting for you.
“Hi.” You call out to him. He looks up from his phone.
“Hey.”
“Where’s Darcy?”
“She had to drop something off at Jane’s place. Says she’s about five minutes away. Do you want to head in?” You nod in agreement, and you both enter the cafe. Despite how early it is, there’s already a few tables occupied. The cafe is bright and cosy, Wanda told you she helped her brother pick out the colours and the furniture, they did a good job of it. You and Jimmy sit down at a table by the window. It isn’t long before Darcy joins you. You place your orders and after a short wait Pietro brings you your food and drinks. You chat with Pietro for a while, complimenting the cafe and asking after Wanda. He leaves you to enjoy your food, which you tuck into. It tastes really good. You smile as you eat, the good mood from last night helping you through the morning. Darcy soon picks up on your smile,
“You look like a morning person. What happened?”
“The sun’s shining, I’ve got some good food, what more do I need?”
“Hm, I don’t buy it, what happened?” You sigh,
“Okay, so I stayed at work late last night-“
“Yeah, I know. You emailed me at like nearly midnight.” Darcy complains.
“So you did read my email?”
“No, I ignored your email.”
“So you stayed late?” Jimmy asks, trying to reign in the conversation.
“Yeah, then James texts me.”
“James Barnes?”
“Yeah. He asked if I could get him and Steve a coffee.”
“Did you tell him you’re not a coffee girl?” Darcy comments.
“No, I got them coffee and muffins.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a nice person?!”
“Because she’s in love with them.” Jimmy corrects. You sigh,
“And then I helped them with some of their work and when we finished that they gave me a lift home.” Darcy and Jimmy exchange looks. “But they were just being nice. It means nothing.” You remind them, though you’re mostly reminding yourself.
“I don’t know [Y/N].” Jimmy argues. “I don’t want to get your hopes up. But honestly? They both seem pretty interested in you.” Darcy nods,
“Barnes looked pretty smitten when he came to your office the other day.” You sigh,
“I don’t want to get my hopes up either. I just… They’re both so nice to me.”
“I think it’s best to just wait and see. They’ll either just carry on being nice, because that’s just how they are with people. Or, they’ll give you a sign that they’re interested in dating.” Jimmy reasons. You nod. He’s right. You just need to wait this out.
“That’s what I’ll do then. Thanks guys.” They acknowledge your thanks, before Darcy changes the subject, telling you about Jane’s new boyfriend. You hang around in the cafe for a little longer, until you’re insisting that you need to get to work. The three of you buy some sandwiches for your lunch, and with a wave to Pietro you’re on your way to work.
When the elevator stops at your floor, Jimmy heads off to the printer, and Darcy goes to chase up on the writers. You make your way to your office. You can hear their bickering long before you reach your office.
“Thanks for the coffee? Is that the best you’ve got Stevie?”
“I’m thinking, okay? What do you want me to say?” You lean on your doorframe, looking in at them both as they huddle around your desk.
“What’s all this?” You ask with a smirk. They both whip their heads around, guilty expressions adorning each of their faces. James grins sheepishly,
“Special delivery for [Y/N]?” You frown playfully,
“Funny, I don’t remember ordering anything.” Steve clears his throat,
“Well, we just wanted to thank you for helping us out last night and just for being a genuine sweetheart.”
“We thought you’d already be here and we’d just give them to you. But then you weren’t so we planned on leaving a note.” James adds, moving away from your desk, revealing a large bouquet of flowers. Your mouth opens slightly in surprise. The colours are beautiful; blush pinks, soft creams, and beautiful blues which remind you of their eyes. There’s a mixture of roses, peonies, daisies, and others you don’t recognise. When you look back at them both your smile is bright, but you insist,
“You didn’t need to.”
“And you didn’t need to reply to my SOS message last night.” James replies, smiling back at you.
“And you certainly didn’t need to stay late with us.” Steve adds.
“Well I had fun.” You say quietly.
“See? I told you she’s as bad as you with work!” James tells Steve, shoving his shoulder playfully. You watch the two of them with a small smile on your face, enjoying this little moment with them both. Then you hear Jimmy calling your name,
“Hey [Y/N], those photos came out really weird... Oh sorry!” He looks at the three of you in your office, and grins at you. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” you answer hurriedly. James laughs quietly at you. Steve turns to face you,
“I guess we’ll let you get on with your day then.” You nod,
“Thank you both, for the flowers.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“See you ‘round, doll.”
“Bye.” You watch as they both head down the corridor, before turning to Jimmy whose face is shining in excitement. You sigh and head to Darcy’s desk, her expression mirrors Jimmy’s. As the elevator doors close behind them, Darcy calls out,
“Come again soon.” You attempt to hit her with the bundle of paper.
“I will fire both of you,” you hiss at your two giggling co-workers.
“I don’t think you can actually do that,” Jimmy argues.
“She could ask her boyfriends to?” Darcy offers. You’re too busy threatening them both to notice the two men in the elevator exchanging smirks.
You spend the rest of the day making sure the pages are perfect before you send them off to Steve and James for review.
The next morning, you give the pages to their assistant but they must have heard you talking to her because Steve is calling out your name as you make your way to the elevator. You turn back to face him, confused. James is trailing behind him. Steve stops in front of you and asks,
“Are you free tonight?” You stand still, looking at them both. What?
“I, um, yeah I am. Why?”
“We’ve got a reservation at Shield tonight, Sam was supposed to be going with us but he’s had to go visit his sister.” You nod, not quite getting what he’s saying. James decides to elaborate,
“Would you like to have dinner with us, doll?” Your mouth opens in surprise, but you close it quickly, frowning a little.
“You two? Want to have dinner with me?”
“That’s what we’re asking.” He smirks a little. Dinner with them both. In theory that sounds like a perfect evening. But it’s also an evening of you watching the two of them be a perfect couple while you’re just there.
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Hundred percent, sweetheart.” Steve tells you. You let out a breath,
“Okay. Yes, I’d like to have dinner with you both.” At least if it’s terrible you might get over your crush on them both. They both smile, their excitement is infectious and you quickly smile back.
“Would you like us to pick you up tonight?” Steve asks you. You shake your head.
“Shield isn’t too far from my apartment, I think I’ll be fine thanks.”
“Okay, the reservation’s at seven, we’ll meet you outside?”
“Yeah, that’s good with me. I’ll see you then?” You step into the elevator, looking back at them both.
“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.” The elevator doors close and you’re taken down back to your floor. With shaky hands, you unlock your phone and dial Darcy’s number,
“Darcy, are you at work yet?”
“No, only crazy people come in at this time of the morning.”
“Come quick, we have an emergency.”
“What’s happened? Did the photos come out weird again?”
“This isn’t about work. Barnes and Rogers just asked me out for dinner.”
“Holy- I’m on my way.”
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sheisraging · 2 days ago
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Sunday Six, May 9 - Part 1
A Stucky AU that randomly came to me while on my way to buy groceries. (It has nothing to do with buying groceries.)
It starts in the elevator.
Bucky’s morning commute is part of a well-honed and perfected routine. Deviating for even a minute winds up costing him valuable time out of his work day, which means he can’t leave the office at exactly 5pm, which means he’s fucking miserable. He does not like to deviate.
So. The elevator.
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winter-soldier95 · 2 days ago
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Stucky AU - Unforgivable
(This is inspired by a fanart I saw on Tumblr ages ago, and remember vaguely. I don't remember the Tumblr handle. I tried my best with this. It has a happy ending, I swear🙈)
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eunoiapaintficrecs · 3 days ago
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At the End of the Path
By Niitza
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It was so rare for soulmates to find each other that young. If God had willed it to happen now, then They had to have a reason.
These thoughts assailed Winifred Barnes every time Steve fell ill and the doctor told them to ready themselves for the worst - and yet she could never have imagined what trials awaited him and her son.
But then, who could have?
Fandom: Captain America | Chapters: 3/3 | Words: 20,679 | Published: Oct 24, 2018 | Updated: Oct 24, 2018 | Status: Complete
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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 days ago
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Those Who Fall: "APTF" Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)
Forty-Three:
**TRIGGER WARNING** Medical attention needed and kidnapping
Protectively, Bucky kept Steve behind him as they approached the cracked door. Cautiously, Bucky eased it open the rest of the way. A light was on in the living room, which made Steve's stomach tie into knots. Hoping that it was Wanda or Vis up late watching scary movies. Or hell, Steve wouldn't mind if they walked in on Wanda and Vis making out on the sofa again! Or even Sarah up late reading, despite her typically going to bed at eight when she didn't have to work a late shift at the hospital. As they heard Holly crying from her room, Steve wanted to reason that perhaps Sarah had turned the light on when she went to attend to her granddaughter.
All of that hope vanished when they walked through the entry and found Sarah unconscious on hardwood floor.
Racing towards his mom, Steve dropped down to his knees and tossed the bat she must've been holding onto. Moving her hair away from her face, he noticed a gash in her forehead and his heart sank further. Checking her pulse and that she was breathing, Steve tried to rouse her, "Mom? Mom, can you hear me? Mom?"
When there was no reply, Steve could feel himself panicking and he pulled out his phone. Hands shaking, Steve dialed 911. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the dispatcher to answer, "Nine-one-one. What's your emergency?"
"Yes, hi, I need an ambulance," Steve replied, giving the address, "And possibly the police."
"Alright, and what is your name, sir?"
"Steve Barnes."
"And what is the reason for needing an ambulance, Mr. Barnes?"
Steve kept checking for Sarah's pulse and grew more relieved every time that he felt it. "My husband and I just got home to find the door broken in and my mom unconscious on the floor."
"Okay, sir. Is your mom breathing?"
"She is," Steve confirmed.
"Alright, sir. We'll be sending some officers to check ou--"
"STEVE, THE KIDS ARE GONE!"
A chill shot down Steve's spine at Bucky's frantic tone. Holly was still sobbing, and Sarah was still unconscious, and their children were missing.
"Sir?"
"Our kids are gone," Steve could feel himself hyperventilating as he pleaded, "Please, please hurry!"
"They're on their way, Mr. Barnes," the operator assured, "And I'm going to need you to calm down. Okay, Mr. Barnes?"
Only Steve couldn't calm down. How could he when no air was entering his lungs? How could he when he just kept gulping like a fish out of water? How could he when he felt like he was drowning?
Dizzy with his fear and from the lack of oxygen, Steve wasn't aware that Bucky had joined him until he took the phone from him. The brunet dug through their overnight bag for Steve's inhaler and set their crying eleven month old in his lap as he helped Steve use the medical device. On the phone, Bucky relayed to the emergency operator what was currently going on while trying to keep himself together with everything seemingly falling apart around them.
But Bucky was always better under pressure. The strong one whenever Steve needed him to be. So, that was the role that Bucky slipped into.
From there, Steve lost sense of all time. It felt like all he did was blink and suddenly, the EMTs were surrounding them. Some were looking over Sarah. Some were looking him over. All Steve could do was sit there and let them check his vitals and shine that annoying little light into his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
That caught Steve's attention as he turned to look at the front of the house where two police officers were standing. Once he noticed that Brock was one of those officers, Steve snapped.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Standing from his spot on the floor, he crossed the room and didn't stop until he was standing in front of Brock. "You're a police officer? How the fuck did you --" interrupting himself, Steve exhaled deeply through his nose so he could try to keep himself together "-- know what? I don't even care. I don't want you in my house."
"Listen, you and Bucky can be as angry as you want, but we were told that this was a potential burglary and possible kidnapping," Brock looked from Steve to Bucky and back again. "And I'd really like to make sure that those kids get found, alright?"
Clenching his jaw, tears started building in the rim of Steve's eyes and he moved out of the way, so the two men could do their jobs. Standing next to Bucky, he finally saw the rest of the destruction. Throw pillows torn open, couch cushions slashed. Picture frames were smashed and so was the TV.
Breaking down when they lifted Sarah onto the gurney and carried her out of the house, Steve turned into Bucky. Holly was in Bucky's arms with her head on his broad shoulder, so at least one of their kids was safe with them. But Steve couldn't help but okay that the other littles were okay wherever they were. Hoping that this was all a big misunderstanding where Wanda and Vis took the littles out for ice cream or something and they were going to walk through the door any minute just as shocked at Steve and Bucky had been.
Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
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