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savemesomenachos · 14 hours ago
Heyy congratulations on 200!! How about 5 from fluff and 5 from angst with Stucky x reader??
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Drabble #4
Fluff🌸 5.A- “You’re smarter than you look.” B- “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?”
Angst💔 5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”
Alternate Universe
Pairings: Stucky x Super Soldier! Reader
Warnings: lots of angst, smoking, fluffy ending
Word Count: 1315
Y/n’s POV:
“You’re smarter than you look,” Steve whispers to me as I free myself of the ropes the Hydra agents used to tie us.
“Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?” I ask in mock offence as I lean over Steve to free his hands.
“Definitely the first one. You’re so pretty baby,” he says wrapping his free arms around my waist and pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“We’ve been kidnapped and all you can think about is flirting?” I say exasperated at Steve’s childish behaviour.
“Sorry!” he says as we sneak out the dirty cell and into the hallways.
Immediately an agent approaches us and we both slip into our fighting stance. I raise my knife to throw it at them but suddenly, they step into the light.
“Bucky?” Steve asks as he steps forward for a closer view.
He doesn’t say a word, only steps closer, his eyes murderous. I run into his arms at lightning speed. I clutch his waist and bunch my hands in the rough fabric of his tac gear. I feel tears threatening to escape as Steve joins the hug with an arm around Bucky’s neck and one supporting my back.
“I’m so fucking glad to see you,” I whisper as I pull away from him but Bucky’s gaze is fixed on Steve. Making sure he’s okay. Making sure there are no injuries on him. Fussing. I wait patiently for my turn but it never comes.
As soon as he finishes with Steve, he nudges me aside and marches straight ahead. I stare at his back, surprised by his behaviour until Steve snakes an arm around my waist and guides me forward and out of the base. Agents lay unconscious or dead all around us while me and Steve exchange a worried look.
The whole plane ride is spent in silence except for the occasional snore Steve let out. I tried to catch Bucky’s eye so many times but he stared at the ground the whole time. Something was definitely wrong and I was gonna find out what.
“Shower together?” Bucky asks Steve who’s too tired to say no. He practically carries Steve to the shower room where I follow.
“Just him Y/n,” he whispers to me at the door. I open my mouth to ask why when he closes the door. Right on my face.
I stumble to the bed and flop down on it. I don’t understand what’s happening exactly. Did I do or say something wrong? Bucky’s never pissed so easily so something must’ve really set him off. We hadn’t had a fight or something so it can’t be that. I gasp as I realise what it could be. Is he going to break up with me? It was just the both of them for so long until Steve wanted to add me to their relationship. Bucky seemed hesitant at first and so did I but as we got to know each other, we fell in love. Or at least I did. Things hadn’t been easy between us but we made it work and I really did love him. I never stopped to think for a second that maybe it was all one-sided.
“Why didn’t you come baby?” Steve asked as they both exit the shower with a towel wrapped ‘round their waist. I stared at him for a minute trying to memorise the lines of his face one last time before I pushed past him into the bathroom.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked holding the door open and a hand reaching out to me.
“She’s being dramatic is what,” Bucky hisses as he towels off and pulls on his pyjamas.
“What the fuck Bucky? Seriously?” he asks, turning his head to glare at him.
“Just say it Bucky,” I say as I step out from behind Steve.
“Say what? That you got both of you into this mess? You’re the reason you both have been stuck there for weeks,” he screams as he turns to face me, flinging his towel to one corner of the room.
“What are you talking about Buck?” Steve asks as he grasps my hand tightly in his.
“They’ve been tracking her for months Stevie,” he screams as he glares at me with a ferocity I had never seen. “She’s the reason you’ve been stuck there,” he says finally and then, silence.
Nobody moves a muscle and I can only stare at Bucky’s face with a guilt-ridden expression. I step forward to apologise before he says the words I would never be able to forget.
“Maybe you should just leave now,” he whispers and I halt my steps. I forget to breathe for a second and I stumble back before my hand meets the door of the room. I turn to face the door as I whisper, “I’m sorry Bucky. I never meant to be the reason you almost lose someone you love. I hope you forgive me.”
With those words, I run out of the room without a backward glance.
“Y/n wait,” Steve shouts after me but I don’t listen. I power through and only stop when I get to the roof.
I stand at the rail and blink back tears. I reach around to my jeans where I pull out a cigarette. I place it between my lips and light it up. I take a long drag as tears blur my vision and my legs weaken. I stand there smoking for a long time before I hear footsteps.
“Hey,” Steve whispers as he walks up behind me.
“I don’t think you should be here,” I say as I crush the cigarette under my shoe.
“He didn’t mean all of that. He was just scared. You know how he gets,” Steve says, steeping up the railing beside me.
“And he was. He was scared for you,” I say, sniffling.
“That’s not true,” he says, brushing a strand of my hair off my face.
“I told you this was a mistake. That this trio thing wouldn’t work coz Bucky doesn’t like me and here we are Steve,” I shout as I step away from him.
“Bucky loves you, he’s just wired up-”
“No Stevie, he doesn’t. Coz if he did, I would have been taking a shower with you and we’d be lying in bed already. He wouldn’t have asked me to leave,” I say as I break down in sobs.
“I do love you,” Bucky says as he steps onto the roof with tears streaming down his face.
I gasp as I turn to face him but avert my gaze to the ground as he steps closer. I feel his metal fingers slide up my neck and under my chin where he tips my face up to his.
“I’m so sorry about what I said. It was way out of line and it wasn’t true. I was just so scared when I heard they’d taken you,” he says as his eyes soften and tears still leak from the corner of his eye.
I watch him quietly as I process his words. My lack of response seems to make him more nervous by the minute.
“Promise you’ll never say anything like that again? I whisper as my hand raises to graze his cheek tenderly.
“I promise and I’ll make it up to you. Both of you, I promise,” he says, his eyes shifting between me and Steve.
‘Why don’t you start with a bath huh?” Steve questions as he steps forward to wrap an arm around each of our waists and press a lingering kiss to our foreheads.
“I’d like that,” I whisper into his shoulder and steal a glance at Bucky who seems relieved at my acceptance of his apology.
“Also, you smell and look like death,” Steve says which prompts a giggle from Bucky.
“That’s coz I haven’t showered.”
“Is it though?”
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savemesomenachos · a day ago
Congrats on 200 followers!!!! 😊 Love your writing.
Can I request Stucky with Fluff #6 and Smut #3 please.
Thank you 😊
Thank you so much!!!!! And you definitely can. I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it✨
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Drabble #3
Fluff🌸 6.A- “You flirt in the most awkward situations.” B- “You know you love it.”
Smut🥵 3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
Alternate Universe
Parings: Stucky x Super Soldier! Reader
Warnings:, fluff, cursing, smut (Oral F receiving, handjob)
Word Count: 1065
Y/n’s POV:
“I’m kinda scared at the looks he’s giving me,” Sam whispers into my ear, his eyes still focused on Steve and Bucky’s glares.
“He’s a man-child. Ignore him,” I whisper back as I strap an extra knife to my thigh.
“We can hear you!” Bucky exclaims from across us while toying with his knife between his metal digits. The knife twirls dances across his finger with expert precision. His fingers suddenly stop and my gaze snaps to meet his smirk.
“You were supposed to,” I say. Bucky gasps while clutching a hand to his chest.
“Enough,” Steve’s commanding voice carries through the jet. “We have work to do. The sooner we do it, the sooner we can be back home. In bed.” He says that last sentence while looking right at me and I feel a blush rising to my cheeks.
“Approaching drop point in T-2,” Torres announces as we all rise and proceed toward the doors.
“We’re talking about this Sam thing when we get back,” Bucky whispers from next to me.
“We were partnered up for the mission, what should I have done exactly? Said no because my child of a boyfriend is jealous?” I hiss quietly in his ear, aware of Sam’s attention on this conversation.
“Later,” Steve whispers in our ears as he squeezes between us.
“T-3 2 1…”
We all leap into the air but except for Sam, we all land in a heap on the forest floor.
“Never doing that again,” I cough as Redwing leads the way to one of the last remaining Hydra bases.
“Sam, I need help,” I pant between laboured breaths.
“I’m still fighting them off. Hold on!” he screams into the comm.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my hand comes up to clutch the rapidly dizzying head
“Hey beautiful, I’ll be right there!” Steve says through the comms.
“You flirt in the most awkward situations,” I say as my vision starts to blur at the edges where I sit, leaned against a wall.
“You know you love it,” Bucky says as he round the corner and comes to kneel at my side.
“Hey,” He whispers as he helps me up with an arm around my waist.
“Hi,” I whisper weakly I wrap my own around his neck and quickly lean forward to kiss his cheek.
“Now who’s being flirty huh?” he asks with a laugh.
“Shut up. Oh, and as soon as get back, we’re having sex,” I say, nonchalant.
“Did you forget that the comms are still on? I don’t need to fucking hear whether the three of you are gonna fuck like rabbits or what!” Sam announces.
We laugh at his uncomfortableness and make our way to the jet.
“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” I pant between the kisses being showered on my skin and lips from both of them.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky hisses as he practically rips my tactical gear off while Steve strips himself, silently.
“Say you’re fucking sorry,” Bucky demands as he tugs on my hair harshly.
I hesitate for only a minute before Steve decides he’s hand enough of only watching. He curls his fingers in a come hither motion which I immediately respond in kind with. I slide to the edge of the bed so my legs dangle off the edge. Steve kneels between my legs while sliding his palms down my thighs and calves where he presses hard on the tense muscles. I moan at the relief his fingers provide and lean up to kiss Bucky.
‘It’s not her fault Buck. If anything, we should reward our girl,” he says with a smirk. Bucky huffs in response and tears off my bra in protest.
Steve’s mouth descends on my dripping pussy. His tongue starts to lap up the wetness gathered on my pussy lips and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. I feel Steve’s finger prod at my opening while his mouth ascends higher and sucks on my clit.
Bucky guides my hand to his hardening cock and I promptly spit in my hand before wrapping it around his length. My strokes match the pace of Steve’s fingers moving in and out of me.
“I think she’s close Buck,” Steve whispers against my clit and the vibrations from his mouth send a jolt through my core.
“Make her cum, Stevie,” he spits through clenched teeth as my hand around his cock tightens.
‘I’d love to,” Steve says before diving right in. The suction on my clit and the pace of his fingers is increased. A whine gets stuck in my throat as I thrash around on the bed. Steve throws his arm around my waist and effectively pins me to the bed as he continues to eat me out. My hand around Bucky fastens in hopes of bringing him to orgasm at the same time as me.
“Cum baby,” Bucky whispers in my ear as my back arches and stars explode in my eyes.
Sticky cum spurts from Bucky’s cock and onto my chest as we catch our breath. After one last lick on my overstimulated pussy, Steve leans forward to kiss me. The taste of me lingers on his tongue as it entwines with mine. I lean back and run a finger through Bucky’s cum on my chest and bring it to my lips before surging forward to kiss Steve again.
“That was fucking perfect,” Bucky whispers as he settles next to me on the bed and throws one arm over his eyes and wraps another around my shoulder. Steve smiles softly as he brings a damp cloth to wipe up both off. When the cloth comes in contact with my sore pussy, I whine.
“I know baby,” he coos, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“What about you?” I ask pointing at his noticeable boner.
“I’ll take care of it. You should get some sleep,” he says, standing to leave.
My hand wraps around his waist and pulls him to me. I caress his face lovingly while Bucky rests his head on my shoulder and gazes at Steve with hooded eyes.
“I think we should take care of our boy Buck,” I whisper in Steve’s ear and I feel a shiver racing down his spine.
“What do you say Stevie?” Bucky asks, running a hand down Steve’s chest.
“Who the fuck am I to say no!”
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savemesomenachos · 2 days ago
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savemesomenachos · 3 days ago
Congrats on 200!! Can I request smut 3 and angst 2 for Stucky??? I imagine it’d be tough working out dynamics for dating two super soldiers who’ve known each other for years and I feel like these prompts would really fit 🥺🙏
Thank you so much!!! I completely agree. They’ve know each other for so long and it would be hard to figure out the dynamics until they fuck the reader🤷🏽‍♀️
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Drabble #2
Smut🥵 3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
Angst💔 2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: angst, almost smut (MInors DNI), insecure! Reader
Word Count: 904
Y/n’s POV:
I freeze in my spot at the entrance of the bedroom where I hear moans pour out of the door.
“Fuck Steve…” I hear Bucky whine as I push the door open an inch.
“So fucking impatient huh?” Steve taunts as he shoves his hand through Bucky’s hair and tugs.
“I need you to touch me, please!” he whines once more while Steve only chuckles.
My fists clench as I force myself to turn and walk away as I realized I wasn’t invited to this particular rendezvous. I enter the living room with a scowl on my face and flop down on the couch, face down. Lately, I had started feeling left out with Steve and Bucky. I knew they were still getting used to the idea of a third in their relationship but it hurt. The way they’d gravitate toward each other and forget that I was there. I know it wasn’t intentional but it hurt nonetheless. Obviously, Captain America, a WWII trained soldier and the Winter Soldier, an assassin for over 70 fucking years were oblivious to the pain they caused.
“Why aren’t you with your boys?” Natasha asked as she sat on the back of my legs. “Thought they’d be all over you by now.”
“That makes two of us,” I mumble into the couch seat.
“Trouble in paradise?” she asks, twisting off the cap to her beer and throwing her legs up on Tony’s expensive centre piece.
“I think they just forget I exist sometimes. I know it’s not on purpose but…”
“It stings anyway?” she completes.
I shrug as much as I can in my position as Natasha sighs.
“You tried talking to them about this?” she asks, taking a long sip of the beer as the condensation from the bottle slides down to my leg.
“Not really,” I say. “But you know what,” I say, shoving Natasha off me, “I fucking will,” I decide.
“GET IT!” she screams after me and I only laugh in return.
When I get to the door this time I push it open this time and their gazes snap to me immediately.
“Y/n!” Bucky announces, surprised as he scrambles to cover himself.
“Hey, whatcha doin’ doll?” Steve asks, pulling the sheets across his lap.
“Why didn’t you come see me when you arrived?” I ask, ignoring his question completely. The confusion on his face only works to fuel my anger.
“I guess it slipped our minds,” Bucky says, sitting up straighter against the headboard.
“Did it also ‘slip your minds’,” I say as I air quote, “that you have a fucking girlfriend?”
“Woah doll, don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Steve asks dragging my attention back to him.
“No I don’t think it is. We’ve barely talked in the past few weeks. You’ve barely kissed me or touched me or even looked in my fucking direction,” I say as their jaws drop at my angry tone.
“It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake,” I mumble under my breath but their super soldier hearing picks up on it anyway.
Bucky gasps in surprise while his eyes widen.
“Baby, you don’t mean that,” Steve pleads as he makes his way across the room to me.
“I don’t know anymore Stevie. Do you even love me? Or was this just some sex adventure for you both?” I ask shakily, tears escaping the corner of my eyes.
“Of course not. We’ve just been assholes. We were actually planning something for you and I guess we got carried away,” Bucky says as he comes to stand beside me and fiddles with the hem of my t-shirt with a blush on his cheeks.
“Planning something? Like what?” I ask, my hands raising to my face to wipe off my tears.
“We were gonna ask you to move in with us but Bucky was nervous,” Steve says, a smile making its way onto his face.
“You were too punk! Don’t try to blame this shit on me,” Bucky exclaims exaggeratedly.
“You want me to move in with you?” I ask, my eyes widening and tears threatening to escape again.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers, raising his hand to cup my cheek in his warm palm.
Bucky wraps his arms around my waist from behind me and rests his chin on the top of my head.
“So…” he asks. “Will you?” he whispers in my ear as his vibranium fingers make their way under my t-shirt and up my stomach.
My stomach clenches at the coldness of the metal and his insistent kisses on my neck don’t help either.
“Y’know, jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” Steve whispers in my ear before he kneels on the floor in front of me.
“Shut up Steve,” I pant between laboured breaths as Bucky cups my breast in his palm. His fingers tweak my hardened nipple and my back arches in desperation.
“Say you’ll move in with us doll,” Steve whispers against my thigh as he undoes the button on my pants and rolls them down my legs. His lips press against almost each inch of bare skin.
“Yes,” I moan as Bucky peels my top off and works on unhooking my bra.
“That’a girl,” he whispers against my ear as Steve lifts me by my waist and deposits me on the bed.
“Let’s show our girl how much we missed her huh?”
“Yeah, let’s.”
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savemesomenachos · 4 days ago
Love & Other Desires - Chapter 9
Alternate Universe
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Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: Some fluff, angst and H/N is hospital name.
Word Count: 2205
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Previous // Next
Give Me Love
Y/n’s POV:
I limped down the stairs and into the kitchen where Steve made breakfast while Dom sat at the table and coloured.
“Mama!” he screamed when he saw me and ran toward me. He attached himself to my uninjured leg while my hand shot out to grab the wall for support.
“Dom, what did I tell you about running into mama?” Steve asked, worried as he rushed over to us and replaced the wall with himself for my support. I looked up at him with a smile but he refused to meet my eyes.
“It’s ok. He’s just excited to see mama and so am I. Come here you!” I said with a smile as I leaned down to give him a proper hug.
Dom laughed and hugged me right back. His tiny hands ran over my back soothingly and I could cry. It seemed like he was the only one who liked me right now.
“Mama, I’ll be late to school!” he said as he pulled away and rushed back to the table and sat down for breakfast which Steve immediately provided.
He came up to me again and wrapped his arm around my waist while helping me to the table.
“I’m fine Stevie. You don’t have to help me do everything,” I said as I poured myself a coffee and tried to catch his eyes.
“Yeah, I know,” he said as he avoided my gaze still.
I guess he was still pissed about the Bucky thing. Though I’m not exactly sure what.
“Come on dad, we’re gonna be late!” Dom whined as Steve started on the dishes.
“I can get those; he’ll be late to school,” I say as I plate my breakfast.
“You’re not supposed to be working,” he says as he dries his hands off anyway.
“It’s like 3 dishes Stevie. I’m not completely useless,” I say, annoyed at his protectiveness.
“Don’t do them. I’ll get the dishes when I come back,” he says, walking over to the front door with Dom in front of him.
I follow them silently but don’t reply. Dom’s hand wraps around my wrist and gently tugs me down to his face. He plants a quick kiss on my cheek with a soft ‘take care mama, bye!’ whispered in my ear. I smile at his ‘Steve qualities’ and ruffle his hair in thanks.
Steve smiles and ushers Dom forward with a gentle hand on his head.
“Hey,” I call out while Dom rushes forward to the car. Steve remains stiff with his hand on the door and his back facing me.
I limp forward some more and reach out to touch him while he turns to look at me at the exact time I decide to retract my hand. He looks at my hand questioningly and turns his gaze to mine. I bite my lip, at a loss for words.
“Can I kiss you?” I whisper as my eyes wander to the floor, nervous about his answer.
There’s absolute silence on his end. Just as I begin to apologize, his fingers slot themselves in my hair and tip my head up with his thumb hooked under my chin to look him in the eye as he steps into my space.
“Yes,” he whispers with a hint of relief in his tired eyes. I lean up to plant a quick kiss on his lips while he does not seem gratified in the least. He leans down once again to catch my lips in a heated kiss. Like he missed me. And I don’t blame him. I kiss back with equal fervour until Dom’s “dad, you can kiss mom later,” sounds in the background. We pull away with a blush on our cheeks and a laugh bubbling in our chests.
“Bye,” he whispers as he slips out the door and raced to the car. Once his car slips out of the view, I hobble to the sofa, needing a much-needed nap. Damn these pills for making me all sleepy.
As I lay down, I think of Bucky again. I couldn’t seem to stop. I knew it was wrong but I didn’t know who else to talk about it with. Steve bristled each time his name came up in conversation. My eyes started to droop with drowsiness as I let sleep take me away.
“You’re so fucking selfish, Bucky. What about Y/n and me, huh? You just gonna leave us behind?” Steve asks as he paces the length of our bedroom.
“And you asking me to do that is not selfish? This will be good for me. It’ll help my career a lot,” Bucky says, running his hand through his hair in frustration, a habit he picked up from Steve while throwing down the acceptance letter on the bed.
“Bullshit! You never wanted this job. You were fine with the intern job at H/N but now you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” Steve asks, his voice rising with every response Bucky gave.
“Enough!” I screamed. They stopped immediately and turned to look at me.
“Bucky, do you want this job?” I asked as my heart constricted in my chest painfully.
He hesitated and looked right into my eyes as if trying to convey a message. “Yes,” he finally said.
“Then we’ll support you,” I whispered. Steve started to protest. With a stern gaze from my end, he shut up.
Bucky crawled over to me on the bed while I tried to avoid his gaze and hide my unshed tears. His hand caressed my cheek and turned my head up to look at him. His eyes reflected my sadness and he surged forward to wrap me in a ferocious hug. I sat still as he sobbed uncontrollably on my shoulder.
Steve softened at the sight of us and sat down in front of me. I breathed deeply, unwilling to cry in front of Bucky. He needed us to be strong right now and that’s exactly what we would be. Steve and I seemed to agree on this because he nodded wordlessly. His hand hesitated before making contact with Bucky’s back.
“I’m so sorry,” Bucky wailed while my hands clenched into fists and my eyes stung with the need to cry.
My hands raised to his back where I pulled Steve’s along as well. We rubbed his back in comfort as Steve’s other hand to catch mine in silent comfort. I tried to smile while I’m sure I looked crazy.
Bucky pulled away from me but while still keeping a hand on my waist, his other arm wrapped around Steve’s neck, pulling him forward for a teary hug.
“I’m sorry you hate me, Stevie,” he cried as his fingers tangled in Steve’s hair.
“I don’t hate you, Buck,” he said as he pulled Bucky away to look him in the eye. “I’m just gonna miss you. I mean who's gonna bribe me into doing laundry or make breakfast or get up to all sorts of mischief that pisses Y/n off, huh?” he asks as he strokes Bucky’s cheek. Bucky replies with a watery laugh.
“We love you and we want what’s best for you. Even if that means you going away,” I say resting my head between Bucky’s shoulder blades.
“When you become a really rich and famous doctor, don’t forget us,” I whisper against his back while wrapping my hands around his waist.
“I could never baby. Especially you,” he says, resting his arms on top of mine.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Steve asks exasperated, pouting.
“Nothing Stevie, I’m gonna miss you too,” Bucky says, pulling Steve’s head to rest on his chest.
A while later, Bucky lays asleep between us while Steve and I stared at his sleeping form, memorising.
“We’ll be ok right?” I whisper shakily.
“It’ll be hard but you’ll have me, I promise,” he whispers with no hesitation. I smile at the comfort that I wouldn’t be alone.
We smile at each other and clasp hands across Bucky’s chest.
*End of Flashback*
I gasp as I sit up on the sofa. That dream was so goddamn vivid. These drugs are really fucking with my head. I rub the remnants of sleep out of my eyes and wince as my leg clashes against the coffee table. I rub my throbbing leg when the bell rings. I check the time on my watch. 11:00, huh. I didn’t know Steve was coming home this early. I stagger to the door, my leg still throbbing painfully.
I yank the door open with unnecessary force and am immediately met with Bucky’s nervous face.
“Hey!” he says excitedly. He winces almost instantly at my confusion.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I just wanted to give you this,” he says while pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He thrusts them in my hand and turns to leave.
“Lavenders?” I whisper as I clutch them to my chest and the sweet aroma from the flowers warps my senses.
He freezes and mumbles a quiet ‘yeah’ while his cheeks turn pink.
“You remembered?” I ask, my voice on the verge of breaking.
“’ Course I did!” he exclaims, offended that I could even ask such a thing while turning around to face me.
We stare at each other in contemplative silence before I gesture him inside with a free hand. He hesitates at the doorstep as I move to the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
“He’s not home,” I say and Bucky stiffens which makes me think I was right in thinking his hesitation came from Steve.
He immediately steps inside, closing the door behind him and slipping his jacket off.
“Coffee?” I ask, already pouring myself a cup.
“I can get it. You should rest that leg of yours,” he says, making his way into the kitchen, and snatching the pot out of my hands. When our fingers brush, my eyes slit to his but he pointedly looks away.
He pours himself some coffee and wraps his arm around my waist to help me to the sofa. He lowers me down before settling himself opposite me on an armchair.
“I don’t bite doc,” I say, trying to break the tension.
“Yeah right,” he mumbles into his cup which makes me choke. I cough at his snark and try to hide my smile and blush in my cup.
‘So, what brings you here?” I ask draping a blanket across my lap.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he says. “And give you the flowers.”
“You do that for all your patients?” I ask fiddling with the tassels on the end of the blanket that suddenly seemed quite interesting.
“You know I don’t,” he whispers.
My head whips up to meet his gaze and I see him melt a little. For a moment, I get lost in his eyes. Still that same shade of blue and still breathtakingly beautiful. Butterflies made their way into my chest while an odd sense of guilt swirled in my chest. I was with Steve now and this was wrong. I had to nip this in the bud.
“I’m serious Bucky. What are you doing here?”
“I already told you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You don’t need to do that anymore. I have a husband to do that.”
“I fucking know that!” he screams into the empty space while rising up from his chair. He stalks toward me menacingly while I gulp my fear. He leans so close to my face; I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of coffee and mint and something uniquely Bucky lingers between us.
“It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about since I saw the both of you,” he whispers. I shudder and chew on my lip nervously. I try to look away but his eyes make it really difficult.
His hand reaches out to touch my face but he retracts his hand, suddenly remembering where he is. He straightens while running a hand through his hair and practically sprints to the door while I try to follow on my bruised leg.
“Wait!” I shout, limping toward him as fast as I can. He stops but doesn’t turn around.
“Bucky, I’m sorr-”
I’m cut off by the sound of keys jingling in the lock. We back away from the door as it opens to reveal Steve and Dom.
“Babe, I bought-”
He freezes when he sees Bucky in the doorway, jacket in hand.
“Papa, it’s the doctor from the hospital!” Dom exclaims making his way to Bucky.
“Thank you for making my mom all better, doctor!” he says, peering up at Bucky through a blinding smile.
“Of course, buddy,” Bucky says, raising his hand for a fist bump. When Dom responds with one of his own, Steve snaps out of his shock.
“Dom, go to your room,” Steve says, calmly and Dom immediately shuffles upstairs throwing a wave at Bucky over his shoulder which Bucky reciprocates with a wide smile of his own. As soon as Dom disappears out of view, Steve’s low command shakes me to my core.
“We need to talk.”
Bucky moves to leave and Steve stops him with a strong on his arm.
“All of us.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 4 days ago
Baby Girl: Part 12
“She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.” You were amazed, you were blown away by the simplicity of the tattoo, yet it was amazing. It was beautiful.
The quote was black and white and written in cursive on your left shoulder with three red petals and three blue on the other side, a nod to Steve and Bucky, who were your rocks, your strongest supporters, as well as your soulmates.
“I love it.” You beamed, a bright and excited smile on your face as you gazed at the tattoo before the artist put the covering on. “I already want another one.”
“Sweetie,” Natasha crooned with her arms crossed over her chest, “you should let the first one heal before you think about getting a second.”
You shrugged and kept your back turned so the artist could place the covering over, something that wouldn’t have to be taken off or changed until the tattoo was completely healed, which according to him, would be 2 to 3 weeks before it could come off.
“How much do I owe you?” You kept as still as possible, questioning your tattoo artist when he placed the final piece of tape over the edge of the covering.
“Your boyfriend paid for it,” he stepped away and moved to a plastic storage compartment near the stand holding all the different colours of ink.
“Boyfriend?” You glanced at Nat.
“Bucky. Wired the money over a couple of minutes ago.” Nat leaned against the wall of the tattoo parlour, only able to be with you when it was all done. “Though I’m guessing that you didn’t officially make your relationship a thing?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek as the coil in your stomach tightened. There was bursting warmth in your belly, the feeling of their phantom touches caressing your skin as if they were behind you whispering their sweet nothing promises into your ear.
You’d been intimate but not had sex with Steve. You’d cried on their shoulders multiple times but hadn’t labelled yourselves as being together. But you should.
“Have you said the three little words yet?” Natasha implored, raising one of her red eyebrows in curiosity.
“No,” you held the care sheet in your hands as the two of you left the shop, “but I do.”
“You love them?” Natasha didn’t sound surprised, but her statement ended in a question anyway.
“Of course. How couldn’t I love them? I’ve never met anyone who’s been so supportive and understanding.” You rubbed your hands against your jean shorts before you shoved them into your back pockets. “Steve and Bucky are my soulmates. It’s only natural that we’d fall into a relationship, but it doesn’t feel forced or like some twist of fate. It’s like being in love with Steve and Bucky is as easy and natural as breathing. It just inherently feels right.”
“No labels?” Natasha asked, opening the passenger’s side door of her car for you.
“We’re together. I guess their my boyfriends?” You pulled a face and shrugged. “I’m with them; they’re with me. Putting a label on it feels…wrong?”
“Or maybe you’re not used to being in a relationship that has a healthy balance and having a label on it feels too real?” Natasha suggested after starting the car and pulling away from the curb.
“My relationship with Peter wasn’t toxic.” You countered.
“It wasn’t healthy, honey.” Natasha stopped at a red light and looked your way, her green eyes sympathetic.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, you spent the better part of a year investing yourself into a relationship that ended the minute you caught sight of Steve and Bucky. Yet, you pushed. Peter wasn’t as invested in the relationship as you were, and he was ready to cut the cord. You held on. You pushed. You wanted it to work, and Peter was stringing you along. It might not be toxic, but it sure as hell wasn’t healthy.”
You supposed she was right. You assumed that your relationship with Peter was never ideal and was instead a coping mechanism for not being able to see colour or have your soulmates. Maybe it was nothing but a stand-in for something real. Perhaps you had dove too far into a relationship that was never worth saving, that would never pan out in the end.
“I love them, Natasha.” You were of clear mind, spirit and heart. You were speaking from a place of clarity that was deep and true. “If they asked the question-“
“The question,” Natasha preened with happiness for you and excitement, “that is THE question?”
“I would say yes. Immediately. I know we haven’t been dating long, but I have never felt secure and cared for. I’ve never been so sure of myself.”
“You’d say yes.”
“I would say yes even if I had nothing to offer.”
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Natasha walked off the elevator and down the few short steps to get to the centre of the ‘party room’ that the few avengers who weren’t on missions were hanging out in. As they sat on the circular couches, with drinks in their hands, Natasha plopped down on Bucky’s lap with her arm wrapped around his shoulders. As she sat, she looked over her left shoulder, casting her green-eyed gaze upon Steve, smirking pointedly at him.
“What, Nat?” Steve lifted his beer bottle to his lips and sipped on the barley ale in the dark glass, the foamy head of the beer hitting his lips first.
“Your girlfriend is a delight.” She cocked her head to the side. “She is a funny woman, full of humour and wit.”
“Yeah, and gorgeous.” Bucky agreed before he grabbed Natasha around the waist and moved her off his lap. “What’s the point?”
“The point,” Natasha readjusted her position before he reached forward and grabbed a shot with red coloured vodka inside the thick glass, “is that you should be thanking me.”
“For what?” Steve moved closer to Bucky, draping his arm across the back of the half-circular couch, his fingertips grazing Bucky’s right shoulder.
“For figuring out where your girlfriend wants to go for her birthday.” Natasha lift the shot to her parted lips and tipped her head back, swallowing the red-coloured vodka.
“I thought you were throwing your girlfriend a party, Cap?” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Tony offered to throw a party,” Bucky shift and pressed himself closer to Steve, his left shoulder pressed against his chest, “but Y/N doesn’t want a big party.”
“Gee,” Natasha spoke sarcastically, “I wonder why. Could it be because her ex-boyfriend is a little shit?”
“So what does the future Mrs. Barnes-Rogers wanna do for her birthday?” Clint asked, stretching out on the couch.
“After we got our tattoo, we went to this little place tucked into an alley near Times Square that has the best Italian food,” Natasha reached for another shot, “and little miss told me about this place in Finland. An ice hotel.”
“An ice hotel?” Steve’s blonde/brown eyes brows furrowed. “Really?”
“Don’t knock it, Rogers. If you saw pictures of the place, you’d be on the first plane out of here. It’s the kind of place that couples go to screw each other’s brains out in a romantic sense.” Natasha downed her second shot and placed the empty glass back on the coffee table. “The hotel is made of ice, or you can stay in glass igloos that have a nearly 365-degree view of the northern lights.”
“Y/N wants to go to an ice hotel?” Steve sounded incredulous.
“Y/N said she wanted to go to the hotel since she first saw pictures of it when she was 15.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head. “This place is romantic. I mean, they have private hot tubs, and fur blankets, secluded suites with private chefs.”
“Y/N is a young woman who is turning 21 and doesn’t want to go to Las Vegas but would rather spend her birthday trapped between two super soldiers in the cold, with nothing but their body heat to keep her warm.” Natasha licked her bottom lip, watching the revelation settle into the two men; the news that you wanted to give yourself to them under the northern lights was enough to make them book flights now.
“Unfortunately, the ice hotel doesn’t open until December 15th,” Nat informed the two, bouncing her leg up and down with her hands resting in her lap.
“Her birthday is the beginning of November.” Bucky bit his bottom lip.
“Take her there for Christmas,” Clint suggested, finishing his beer before reaching for another. “The kid has no family here. She doesn’t keep in contact with most of her extended family. Celebrate her birthday in November and take her to Finland for Christmas.”
“We could-“
“You should.” Natasha nods her head, green eyes studying the two soldiers. “It’s been a dream of hers to go. If you took her to this nice hotel for Christmas….”
“Nat, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
She shrugged and remained silent with only a half-smirk as their answer.
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savemesomenachos · 4 days ago
Writing Update!!!
Since I’ll be doing the 200 followers drabble list for a short time (Undecided), I will be giving those drabbles priority. I have 2 pending fics in my ask box which I will complete at a later time but I have seen them. Thank you for all the love lovelies!!!🌸✨
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savemesomenachos · 5 days ago
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So, I’ve hit 214 followers as of today and I’ve got so much love here😌 and so I’ve decided to have a prompt list to celebrate my 200+ followers!!!!!!!🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 (limited time)
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AN: These will all be reader inserts!!! EVERYTHING IS 18+, minors DNI
Characters I will write for:
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
You can choose 1 or 2 prompts from any 2 genres at a time only.
While sending your request, you can refer to the prompt with the name of the genre and the number. E.g., Fluff #1, Angst #5
Likes & Reblogs are not compulsory but would be thoroughly appreciated!🤌🏽💋
The same is with feedback. It’s one of the most important things to a writer coz it does help me write other stuff and improve.
Drabbles will be between 500-1000 words depending on my motivation🤷🏽‍♀️
It might take some time for me to reply but I will eventually!!!!
Anons are welcome to request stuff too!!!
If you want to be tagged in the Drabble or my permanent taglist, specify which taglist you want to be in and drop your username in the request.
There will be prompts for fluff, angst and smut down below.
Credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for all the lovelllyyyy promptssss!!!!
1.A-“Stop staring at me to distract me!”
B- “Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you.”
2.A - “Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?”
B- “That was supposed to be a wink!”
3.A- "Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.”
B- "Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too.”
4.“You’re saying that you’re only attracted to someone’s brain, but I totally caught you checking out my butt.”
5.A- “You’re smarter than you look.” 
B- “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?”
6.A- “You flirt in the most awkward situations.” 
B- “You know you love it.”
7.A- “Are you trying to flirt with me?” 
B- “Yes. Is it working?”
1. “Is everything a joke to you?”
2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
3. “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”
4. “I can’t believe you sometimes!”
5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”
6. “Stop! Just stop it!”
7. “Maybe, this is it coz I can’t do this anymore!”
1. “Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”
2. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”
3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
4. “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”
5. “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”
6. “I want to please you.”
7. “Your hand feels much better than my own.”
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savemesomenachos · 8 days ago
Hey!!! So some college stuff came up and I’ve been busy with that for a while. My exams have officially been cancelled and I’m just waiting on the evaluation scheme. Until then I’m gonna be totally free.
I know I’ve been really slow at working through my requests but I’m trying my best. To those that did send me requests, I’ve seen them and I love them and I’ll be writing them in the coming weeks.
Thanks for all the love guys!! In the meantime, read my latest fic - Show Me How
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imaginedreamwrite · 8 days ago
Baby Girl: Part 11
Bucky tried to keep himself as quiet as possible as he came through the front door of their suite, his bag trailing behind him. As he crossed the threshold, with the sun long since set, casting the city in darkness save for the glow of the city lights even on time square.
He was under the assumption that Steve was sleeping and that you would be tucked into his side, waiting for the day Bucky would return. He expected you to be in bed, to be in the presence of Steve, giving him a chance to clean himself up and finish up some last-minute paperwork before coming to bed.
However, when he flicked on the kitchen light and heard an audible gasp, Bucky’s attention immediately fell to you. His attention was immediately fixed to you and the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Honey,” he crooned and came to your site immediately, “what’s wrong, my girl?”
You pressed your lips tightly together and turned your head; your blurry vision and your trembling body that shook with each sad cry, was pathetic at best. That was how you felt, pathetic.
“I tried talking to Peter,” you wiped your nose on the sleeve of his sweater, of Bucky’s sweater, your snot clinging to the ribbed sleeve ending, “I tried telling him.”
“Oh sweetie,” Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, “I thought Steve talked you out of it?”
You nodded your head and sniffle. “I couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t…I couldn’t let that happen to him.”
“So you’re sitting in the dark by yourself?” Bucky asked, pulling you further into his side.
You turned your head and cried into his shoulder, your hands gripping the front of his shirt. You were trying to do what was right. You were trying to keep Peter from having his life screwed by his soulmate, and yet you were the one, in the end, that was still crying.
“I tried….” You mumbled, hot tears dripping onto his shirt, “I tried to tell him, and he…fuck.”
Bucky kisses your temple tenderly. He let his lips linger against you, and then he brushed your hair behind your ear. He continued the trail down your jawbone and your neck until they came upon the neckline of his sweater. His eyes searched your face, unspoken words on the tip of his tongue.
“I found him in the training room, and I cornered him. It weighed on me, this tremendous guilt that was like a horse pill stuck in the back of my throat. He was talking about it, Bucky. He was talking about how excited he was to have this baby.”
Bucky kept you close; he kept you tucked against him. He gave you as much comfort as he could give you while trying to control the irritation he felt at the kid, at the baby-avenger who thought he could run around nothing off to anyone he saw without facing the consequences. Bucky knew that it was just a side effect of him being a kid, a cocky little kid, but a kid nonetheless.
Yet, the comparison between you and Peter was like night and day.
“He called me a liar. Right to my face.” You sniffled and wiped your tears. “She turned it all around. She made me out to be the villain, and when I tried to tell him what she told me, he called me a manipulator.”
Bucky listened to you talk about Peter. He kept you close to him, and he listened to your pour your heart out, talking your frustrations down. He listened to you and offered you comfort when you needed it. He kept you against him, his arm offering you warmth and comfort while you let loose your emotions.
“I tried Bucky,” you mumbled, “I tried my damndest.”
“I know, honey.” Bucky edged closer to you, “you did what you could.”
There was silence, brief and fleeting. Bucky knew you were listening to his heartbeat, just as he was listening to the sound of your breathing and occasional sniffling.
“He hates me. And he blames me. He thinks I’m the reason why his soulmate is acting erratically.”
“You’ll be okay,” Bucky mumbled into your hair. “But you can’t be around him anymore. You have to stay away from him.”
“I mean it, sweetheart. Stay away from Peter. It’ll only cause you more stress. Promise me.”
“I…fine. Yes,” you agreed, “I’ll stay away from him.”
** **
He came in with a few new agents for a training session with Steve and Bucky. He went into the room with a look in his eyes that told them everything they needed to know. Peter had been told about his soulmate and cheating; you tried to say to him because you felt like you owed him in some sense, and Peter called you a liar.
He called you a manipulator who was trying to break him and his soulmate apart. Peter already knew he must’ve, and now he was projecting his anger into you.
His soulmate and relationship weren’t what it should be; it wasn’t what they wanted it to be. Peter wasn’t as happy with his soulmate as he thought he should’ve been. And now he was focusing that anger, and that blame on the one person he thought was responsible.
He cast his blame on the one person who would allow themselves to feel that guilt. And he knew that.
Peter was still a kid, not yet an adult, and he had a lot of growing up to do. He had a lot yet to learn, and part of that was taking responsibility for his actions instead of blaming others.
“We’re sparring,” Steve cast his gaze upon Peter, “bring your all. Parker! You’re switching off with Elliot and working with Bucky and me today.”
Steve watched him swallow; he watched his eyes flash with fear. He knew what he did, and he knew that this would be some form of punishment.
Peter punished you in his way by calling you a manipulator and filling you with guilt. Peter punished you when he called you a liar when he spoke such hate against you.
It wasn’t fair to you; it wasn’t fair that you had been spoken against with such venom, and he got away with nothing. You had been barraged by his anger, by his relationship that seemed so healthy.
It was a flaunt to you to make you feel shitty.
That was the kind of selfishness that Peter chose to dabble in.
“Mr. Barnes-“ Peter was thrown off his feet, slammed to the ground.
“You’re a distracted kid,” Bucky commented after landing a blow to Peter, catching him off guard again.
“If this has anything to do with Y/N-“ Peter was caught off guard again. This time by Steve.
“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Steve knew that was a lie, “this has to do with your last mission. You took blows that should’ve missed.”
“I didn’t-“ Peter dodged bucky’s vibranium fist, rolling to the side. He stood and kicked back, landing one against Steve, throwing him back against the far wall with building intensity and power.
“You need to be aware of your surroundings, kid,” Bucky faked his approach, catching Peter in his attempt to block his attack. He grabbed his shoulder and pinched, bringing him to his knees. He saw Peter’s wrist when he had tried to get Bucky off him, twisting it behind his back.
“If this is about Y/N-“ Peter tried again, and again, he was caught off guard and taken by surprise.
“This isn’t about her,” Steve claimed when Peter broke from Bucky’s embrace and threw him off. He hit him with a force that sent him flying as Steve had. He descended upon Steve, throwing punches with the same strength and desire to prove himself to the two soldiers.
“I don’t believe you!” Peter swung his foot, clipping Steve’s jaw. “You’re doing this because of her-!”
“She wasn’t lying to ya, kid.” Bucky ripped Peter away from Steve. “We saw the scans ourselves. We saw the footage through the security feed. She said it herself.” Steve tried to reason with him; he tried to get through to Peter.
“She wouldn’t have cheated on me. My soulmate-“
“You’re in denial.” Bucky landed a punch to his gut. “And you’re blaming Y/N for something she didn’t do.”
“I am not-”
“Y/N isn’t lying to you, kid. If you think she is-”
“That’s my kid.”
“Than we gave nothing else to say to you.” Steve stood and places his hands on his hips. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 10 days ago
The Auction: Part 11
The event was being held outdoors, and despite your initial protests, you let Tony take the reins of the party planning, with the clear message to keep the event in a style that Steve and Bucky and yourself would like. With the promise that the theme wouldn’t be outrageous or an eyesore, or something that would even be jabbing toward Steve or Bucky, the event was planned under strict promises.
When you arrived at the estate Tony had rented out for the night, the first sight that caught your eye was the row of Edison string lights that were hung from the gate separating the entrance to the estate grounds, from the large wooden doors that granted access to the inside of the home. The light emits a soft glow that encapsulated the fairytale aesthetic of the building; the faded grey stone exterior had almost looked like a castle in New York.
“Wow,” you gazed wide-eyed at the mansion and the light and pastel-coloured roses that spun around the stone support pillars on the front steps and the red carpet that rolled down the broad steps into the building beneath the closed front doors, “this is beautiful.”
The car that picked you up and drove you from the city to the rented mansion had stopped just short of the staircase. As the car came to a stop, the driver got out of the car and walked around to your side. He opened the door and held his hand out for you to take, which you did, and when you stepped out onto the red carpet-covered stone, your attention was drawn toward the two wooden doors that had now since opened, and the two men standing in the threshold.
You lift your head and made eye contact with them both, Steve on the left dressed in a dark blue suit that matched his eyes, and Bucky dressed in a black suit that made his entire figure seem more imposing.
“You look good.” You stood on the landing, speaking to both of them. “You look outstanding.”
“So do you,” Bucky came to your side and wrapped his left around your waist, tucking himself against you.
“You think so?” You tilt your head and turned in his embrace, chest to chest. You leaned in and kissed him softly, your hands running up and down the lapels of his suit. “We could leave.”
“We could,” Steve spoke from behind you, “but do you want to hear Tony whine about it for the next month?”
You turned from Bucky and cast an appreciative gaze upon Steve. His suit not only brought out the colour of his eyes, but it also made his eyes look brighter and more captivating than they already did. His suit, like Bucky’s, made him appear larger and more foreboding, which in turn made you feel comfortable between them. They made you feel normal, despite being a plus-size woman, and that was only a part of what drew you to them.
“I’d rather not,” you laughed under your breath.
“I hope you’re ready to dance, dame.” Bucky slid his arm back around your waist.
“Don’t think you can steal her all night, punk.” Steve followed behind you, his eyes burning holes into your back and lower, as he checked you out shamelessly.
“You gonna make me share, Stevie?” Bucky flashed him a grin.
“Damn right I am.” Steve stopped you two before entering the garden before other people would consume the whole night. He closed the distance and placed his hand against your cheeks before he dipped his head and brushed his lips against your own.
Your hands grabbed onto his suit and pulled him closer, trapped willingly between Steve and Bucky. While you were delightfully pressed against Steve, with your back to Bucky, you felt his hands slipping around the front of your waist and back to your hips.
“Come on, love birds!” Nat broke the moment; she interrupted the kiss and the small touches with a smirk on her face and a look in her eyes that spoke to her pride.
“We could slip out the back,” you mumbled into Steve’s shoulder when you rest your forehead against him, “Tony be damned.”
“Come on, doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “anyone who looks as good as you needs to show themselves off.”
You laughed and shook your head. You all indulged Tony because he wouldn’t let it go. You all just went along with it because that was how Tony showed his love for his friends, but when it came to the actual engagement party, it would be much smaller. This was more of a PR stunt, a public celebration.
“Fine,” you pulled away from Steve and sighed, “but you two owe me.”
You cracked a half-grin, walking behind Steve and in front of Bucky as the three of you finally made it to the garden.
The flashing that immediately followed the three of you stepping out was blinding. The ear-splitting chaotic mess of people trying to speak over one another was irritating, it was grating, and you fought against your instinct to turn around and go back inside.
“You’re okay,” Steve mumbled into your hair, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and shielding you with his large frame as he helped you down the stairs and away from the shuttering cameras.
“That was too much.” You frowned, feeling like you’d just had your privacy invaded, despite being in a public space. “Tony owes us all.”
“Damn right he does.” The statement was unanimous. It was felt by all three of you who had indulged Tony because he would either whine about it most condescendingly or because he was a friend and he was only trying to help.
“We can still have fun, sweetheart.” Bucky wove his fingers in with yours. “We can spend all night on the dance floor.”
“I’m a terrible dancer.” You countered.
“Bucky’s a great dancer. Just let him lead.” Steve kissed you silently and quickly, pulling back as Bucky swept you away. “I’m coming to steal her soon, Buck!”
He didn’t stop until you both were on the dance floor. As the band started a tune known to Bucky, but not yourself, his arm moved higher up your waist while his hand held yours firmly yet not painfully.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.” He grinned. “Don’t look away and let me lead.”
“Bucky-“ you squealed when he started moving to the beat, moving to the tune. He was flawless; he carried himself with ease unknown.
“You’re doing great!” He complimented you and then threw you into a dip before he pulled you back up, your laughter the only incident that caused you to slip up, though Bucky was quick to recover.
“How did you learn to dance so well?” You giggled, leaning flush against him.
“I was a lady’s man, honey.” He stole a kiss in the middle of the dance, completely ignorant, you both were, to the other bodies on the dance floor.
“Should I be jealous, Mr. Barnes?” The beat changed, the song changed to something slow and sensual, which was meant to be loving and tender.
“Any of the dames I ran with are either dead or old,” Bucky moved his hand again, his palm resting against the small of your back, heat penetrating and radiating from his hand through your dress, “you have nothing to be envious of, Mrs. Barnes.”
You rest your head against the crook of his neck, your eyes fluttering closed. You hummed to the tune that you didn’t quite know and let yourself be embraced by the scent of his cologne and his warmth, by the strength in his arms and shoulders.
“Mrs. Barnes,” you beamed, “that sounds amazing.
“Or Mrs. Barnes-Rogers.” Bucky’s rumbled against your ear, the vibration bringing you a sense of peace.
“Bucky…” you pulled away and looked up at him, your eyes searching his. You opened your mouth to speak again, to say something to him, only to shut it again when his PA called his name.
“Mr. Barnes,” Courtney came through the crowd with two champagne glasses in her hands, one for you and one for him, “Mr. Rogers wanted me to let you know that Mr. Stark said you’d make a speech. The three of you.”
You sighed and hung your head back against his shoulder. You didn’t want to make a speech; you didn’t want to get up in front of all these people and say something. That wasn’t your job as a PA, and you didn’t want to do it now.
“It won’t be that bad, sweetheart.” Bucky kissed the top of your head and grabbed the drinks from Courtney, nudging one of them against your arm. “One speech, and then we can spend the rest of the time dancing.”
You pulled away and sighed. You took the drink from Bucky and lift it to your lips, downing the alcohol inside in one swallow. When it was emptied, you rolled your shoulders back and cracked your neck.
“Feel better, Y/N?” Courtney asked, taking the glass from you once more. “Feel a little more relaxed?”
“Enough to make a speech,” as the champagne settled in your stomach, Bucky reached for your waist again. He pulled you into his side and kissed into your hair, leaving behind his PA, who only let her guard down when your backs were turned, and you were out of earshot.
“Won’t be long, bitch.”
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savemesomenachos · 10 days ago
Love & Other Desires - Chapter 8
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AN: T’was supposed to be a soft day but of course it becomes angsty🤷🏽‍♀️
Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: Fluff, angst
Word Count: 1403
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Next to Me
Y/n’s POV:
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” Steve asks for the umptieth time today.
“Bub, I’m fine. Just come lay down with me,” I say making grabby hands in the air.
“But what if I hurt you?” he asks, cautiously climbing into bed with me.
I grab his arm and yank him to my chest. “You fucking won’t. Now I just wanna lay with my husband. Is that too much to ask?”
He shakes his head ‘no’ and lays his head on my chest with his arm thrown around my waist. I raise my hand to run it through his silky locks and he immediately melts with a shaky sigh. Occasionally, I twist a lock of hair around my finger while his fingers draw circles on my waist under my t-shirt. A shiver runs down my spine at the contact and Steve notices. He always does.
“Are you cold?” he asks raising his head to look at me. There’s an uncharacteristic softness in his eyes which renders me speechless. I realise I haven’t said anything for a while and he’s looking at me weird.
“No, I’m fine.” I say burying my face in his hair to hide my blush. He didn’t fail to make me nervous even after all these years of being married.
We lay still for a while. The sound of our breathing the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. I could feel his heartbeat reverberate through my chest. I start to feel his body quiver with a sob in my arms. His arms tighten around my waist and my chest t-shirt with his tears.
“Hey,” I say, grasping his hair in my fist and trying to pull him away. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
His sobs only intensify at my question and his arms slip higher underneath my t-shirt and push my back further into his chest.
“Honey, tell me what’s wrong?” I ask as I manage to manoeuvre his face up to mine.
His cheeks were stained with tear tracks and his nose had visibly reddened. And in his eyes, for the first time in years, I saw fear.
“I was so scared something had happened when I got the call on the phone. They wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong,” he says, my t-shirt now bunched in his fists.
“I know honey. It’s ok. I’m here and I’m ok,” I coo with one of my hand stroking his back and the other running through his hair.
I clutch him tightly to my chest as his sobs subside and turn into the random sniffle. Suddenly, his lips, wet with tears press against mine. His tongue snakes into my mouth and kisses the roof of my mouth making me moan into his lips. My hands slid down his back but as I start to lift his shirt, he grasps my wrists in his hands and pulls away to look into my eyes
“You’re not cleared for sex yet baby,” he says through a watery smile.
I laugh at his blunt rejection and lean up on my elbows to kiss his cheek. I wince at the movement and Steve instantly shifts into mama bear.
“You’re not supposed to move Y/n and it’s time to change those bandages,” he says as he gets out of bed and makes his grabs the dressing. “Wait right here, I’m gonna get some lunch for us too.”
“Where exactly do you think I’m gonna go?” I ask sarcastically. My head flops back into my pillow as I wait for his return. My hand goes to my bandages and runs over the expert work there and I’m instantly reminded of my last day at the hospital and the last day we saw him.
“I’ll change your bandages and then you can leave,” Bucky says as he walks into the room with fresh bandages in his hand.
When he sees Steve, his hands stiffen around the kit but he remains otherwise unbothered. Cautiously, he makes his way to my bedside and turns to look at Steve for non-verbal permission to touch me.
“I would trust no one else Buck,” I say dragging his attention to me. His eyes widen at the use of his nickname and I backtrack immediately.
“I meant doc,” I try to cover up with a blush. “S’ok doll,” he says as he settles himself way too close to me for being just my doctor.
Steve’s hand instinctively goes to his jaw and scratches at the stubble there. I’ve realised that it’s one of his nervous ticks.
“Is this ok?” Bucky asks as he fingers the hem of my gown. I nod with a smile and he slowly lifts the gown to reveal my leg. Gashes and cuts litter the whole of my thigh and down to my calf.
“Are you feeling better?” he asks as he starts to unwrap the old bandages.
“Better. Just sore,” I say as I wince at all the scars littering my leg.
I hear Steve scoff and we both turn to look at him. When he notices our stare, he clears his throat and goes back to sulking. I roll my eyes at his behaviour and turn to look at Bucky who had a look of amusement and a smile on his lips. Like he was used to this.
Our eyes meet and his smile falters. Awkwardly, we avert our gaze to look at anything but each other. His fingers make quick but nimble work of wrapping the new bandages.
“I’m done,” he says as he finishes off with a small knot of the bandage.
As he rises up to leave, Steve’s hand wraps around his wrist. Bucky freezes in his tracks and I watch with bated breath. Slowly, Bucky turns around to look at where their hands touch. Steve realises he’s still holding his hand and pulls away like he’s been burned.
“I-uh, I just wanted to say th-thanks,” he stutters, a blush making its way on his cheeks.
Bucky still stares at his hand and Steve immediately straightens.
“Hey,” he starts. “Are you ok?” Steve moves close with his hand poised to touch Bucky’s shoulder.
Bucky takes a big step away from him and gulps. “Yeah, it’s n-no problem really. It’s my job so…”
An uncomfortable silence takes over the room and the tension so thick, I choke. Steve’s eyes cloud in disappointment as his shoulders hunch. I stare at Bucky’s face trying to memorise the details because I knew this would be the last time in a long time.
“Thanks-” I begin but Bucky’s already out the door.
I gape in shock while Steve walks over to my side. His hand reaches out to squeeze my shoulder in silent support and I can only offer him a tight smile in return.
*End of Flashback*
“You ok? You spaced out for a bit,” Steve’s voice snaps me out of my reverie.
I raise my head to look at Steve sitting on the bed with a tray of food in his hands and a medical kit next to me.
“Yeah, fine. Just hungry,” I respond unconvincingly.
“Good thing I brought food then,” he replies with a goofy smile.
“Yep. Real good,” I say as I shift up onto my elbows and shift back to sit against the headboard.
“Is this about Bucky?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“What? No,” I announce firmly with a scowl and mild surprise that he even brought it up.
“Of course, it is. You’ve been weird since that day he left in the middle of your thanks. And it’s always about fucking Bucky,” he says running a hand through his hair in frustration as he gets up to pace the length of the room.
“What the fuck does that mean Steve?” I ask, all the pent-up anger threatening to burst out of my chest.
“Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything,” he says, walking out the door and without another word.
I stare at the empty doorway and feel my chest constrict so hard; I gasp. My eyes moisten with tears but I furiously rub them away. I want to talk about everything but not if it’s only going to make things between us worse. I grab a pillow from my side and scream into it as the tears flow. This is all because of fucking Peggy. Once I’m out of this goddamn bed, I’m going to fucking kill her.
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zaddy-cevans · 12 days ago
Icy Winds - Part 3
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A/N - I decided to use the same warnings each chapter because I'm lazy. Bear with me. Also, I highly advise those sensitive to mature violent matter to not read this. It's gonna get messy.
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No matter how much you tried to avoid both Steve and Bucky, inevitably you had to face them. Whether that be today or in 2 years, you would have to face them. Both of them were smart enough to give you your space once you yelled at them on the phone. The first two weeks of you avoiding them was tough, insistent calling and texting. Once you reacted in a negative way though, it got much easier.
They backed away, giving you the space you so desperately needed. Now, you paced the entirety of your common area, thinking of how you got yourself in this mess and what to do. You couldn't pretend to be normal after seeing what you did. The images still haunted you.
The sheer look of terror on the woman's face, frozen there since her brains were spilled across the road. The blood gushing from the man's neck, staining the entire room in crimson. You didn't know these people, but that didn't matter. What did was that your boyfriends had pictures of their mutilated, dead bodies in a folder in their study titled, "Trophies." Which kind of sick bastard would name those photos Trophies? Serial killers. That's who.
Your hands shook and your eyes filled with tears, your lungs started to crush you as you couldn't breathe normally. You tried to catch your breath, but it felt impossible to do standing up. So you sunk to your knees on the carpet, your face going to smash against the soft floor as you cried your heart out. What had you gotten yourself into?
Your brain was lagging at the moment, but it knew of one person that could help you unravel who Steve and Bucky really were. The one person who was by your side since day one, especially after your asshole, murderous father had skipped town. You ran to your room, your eyes went to your bookcase, stacked with textbooks and other ones that you enjoyed to read in solitude on a hot, lazy day.
You rummaged through the entirety of your closet, throwing away books on your floor as you dumped everything from the case. At the very back was a cellphone, one of those prepaid flip phones, taped to the wall. You yanked it off the wall and opened it, only one contact was in there. You clicked on his name and called him. After two rings, he picked up, "Hello?" His low, gruff voice rang out. "Sam?" You asked, your voice cracking.
"Y/N/N?" Sam asked, his own voice cracking from emotion because he hadn't seen you in nearly 4 years now, since the time you had went off to University. He thought you'd never speak to him again. "Who is that?" You heard a female voice in the background. "Is that Wanda?" You asked. "Yeah. It's Y/N, Wanda." You heard a squeal and some rummaging as a female voice now entered the line, "Y/N/N?"
You took a deep breath, "Hey Wands. I'm in some deep shit." You could practically feel the rush of emotions from Wanda through the line, "Ok. Where are you and I'll pick you up." "Home. Hurry, Im terrified for my life."
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Steve stared at the mess of books on your bedroom floor. "Seems like she left in a hurry." Bucky mumbled and Steve growled deeply. "What did she see that made her run like that?" Bucky pursed his lips, he didn't know what to tell his husband. Truth be told, he was terrified for you because he knew that if he and his husband wanted something, they'd stop at nothing to get it. Even if that meant killing.
"Fuck." Steve yelled, running a hand through his hair as he paced your room's length. "What?" Bucky asked, blue eyes peering into his husband's lighter blue ones. "The folder." That was all Steve said, but it was enough. Bucky paled as he thought it over, "You don't think she..." "That's exactly what happened." "We need to get her back." Bucky mumbled and Steve nodded in agreement with him, "Yeah. Don't worry, I've got an inside person keeping an eye on her."
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"Ready to talk now?" Sam asked as you swirled your drink in your hand, dark amber Whiskey swishing around, some splashing over the edge to stain your flesh. You took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed. "I had sex with my profs." Sam blinked. "Excuse me?"
You pursed your lips, "I fucked two of my professors that were married to each other and then they started dating me, but I found out that they're killers and they have a folder with pictures of their victims in it." You looked up at Sam to see him pinching the bridge of his nose as he nodded slowly. "Names." That's the only thing he said. The only thing he could say in response to what you told him. Poor guy.
"Steve and Bucky." Something like recognition flashed across Sam's face before he composed himself again. You startled at that, "What? Do you know them?" Sam adamantly shook his head, "No. But I think I've heard of them." You sighed loudly as you sunk into the leather couch.
"I know I'm not supposed to contact you because of the mess my father left behind, but I just... I needed help. I needed to be with family right now." Sam stood up, he approached you as he opened his arms wide and you stepped into them. You hugged him back just as tight as his hold was on you. "You're safe with me." "Promise?" You asked, but Sam remained silent. Maybe he was just taking in your presence again, it had been quite a long time since he had seen you. It must've been a shock for him.
"That's enough of that. I'm taking you out for a mani pedi, since you clearly need it." Wanda spoke as she entered the room and pried you from Sam's arms, giving him a sisterly peck on the cheek as she led you out. "Wands?" Sam asked for her and she turned around with a bright smile.
"No matter what happens, know that I'll always love you." Your friend furrowed her eyes and snorted, "Ok, Mysterio. Now can we go?" Sam nodded, you looked into his eyes and saw heavy regret and it bothered you.
"Let's go!" Wanda sang enthusiastically and you chuckled, walking away with her. You two went out back to her car and sat in it. You in the passenger side as you shuffled through her music selections, choosing the one you liked most. Wanda smirked at your choice of 80's rock music, but remained quiet as she drove to the salon.
You looked out of the window at the passing greens, lost in thought. How did you end up in this position? Damn that librarian who locked you in the school that night. Then, you would've never slept with Steve and Bucky and things wouldn't have gotten this serious and you wouldn't have been in your current predicament.
You were terrified, for your life, and maybe also for the deep secrets that you had kept hidden for so long. If Steve and Bucky were to unravel the web of lies you created to keep yourself and your family safe, than all would be lied to waste. You were so wrapped up in your mind that you didn't even notice when Wanda had stopped the ignition.
"We're here. You okay?" She asked and you nodded absent-mindedly. "Perfect." As you two got out of the car, everything happened so fast that you could barely register it. Shots fired at your car and you and Wanda yelled, hitting the ground to avoid the raining bullets. Wanda threw you a gun through the open car doors and you caught it.
You got up and shot back at the people behind the black van that were shooting at you. Wanda got up to shoot them as well, and you kneeled down to refill your bullets when...
The shooting stopped. You looked over your side, slowly getting up as you saw Wanda looking down and holding her stomach. Blood gushed out of her and you screamed. "Wanda." You jumped over the car and ran to her just as her legs gave way. You caught her and gently lowered her to the ground.
Her breathing was erratic and hitched, her body convulsing slightly because of the sheer amount of blood loss. "No, no, no." You cried, "Stay with me." Her eyes held sadness in them, sad at the betrayal. "Someone told them we'd be here." She choked and you shushed her. "Help." You screamed as you smoothed her hair back.
She grabbed your hand in hers as she strained to whisper something to you. You leaned down and pressed your ear against her lips. "The key will always be with you." You furrowed your brows and got up to see her go still in your arms. "Wands?" You shook her, sobbing hysterically. "Wanda?" She didn't respond, her eyes had lost all life from them. You gently closed her lids with your fingers.
Someone grabbed your arm, but you didn't desist. You just stood up and walked with the masked man, your face numb, you were numb. You had just lost your bestfriend because of your stupid mistakes.
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Someone shook you awake and you looked up to see Sam staring down at you with concern on his face. You sighed in relief, "It was all a dream. Thank God. I thought Wanda had died. Where is she?" Sam pursed his lips, your smile dropped from your face, "Sam... where is Wanda?"
Sam closed his eyes tightly as he leaned back against the wall and let tears flow from his eyes. You looked down to see a bed you recognized, a bed that you didn't think you'd ever be in again. "It was you." You whispered. "You're working with them?" Your voice was thick from the pain of betrayal.
"I didn't know they would kill Wanda." You shook with anger as you walked up to Sam, his posture defeated as he looked up at you with tears glistening in his dark eyes. You couldn't stop yourself as your fist swung and you punched Sam so hard that his lip split open, bleeding profusely. He didn't fight back, he just sat there, numb. Kind of like how you felt yesterday.
Your legs gave way under you as you crashed to the floor infront of Sam. Your fists pummeled against his chest, "How could you?" You screamed. Your sobs were loud enough to cause an earthquake. You kept throwing punches, they got weaker as your energy depleted until finally, you let Sam cradle you in his arms as you both sat there on the floor, a crying mess.
You might not have known how this all happened so quickly, but you did have someone to blame. Your pain hardened into anger as you shot up, you glared down at Sam. "Where are they?" Sam gulped. With your murderous expression and cold eyes, he had no doubt you'd kill him to get the answer out of him.
"Study. They have men outside the room though." You quickly made your way to the door, waiting for a few seconds and collecting yourself before you opened it. True enough, there were 2 men standing flank on either side of the door. One man reached for your arm but you twisted away from him as your leg came up to kick him on his chin. He stumbled back and you used the tie of the other man to choke him.
Your hold only tightened as his fingers scratched you until he finally fell limp to the ground. The first one was just receiving his bearings again, but this time you jumped up and brought down your elbow on his head as he slunk to the floor. You smoothed down your skirt and continued to walk with purpose towards the study. Luckily, no one crossed you again.
You kicked open the door and walked inside. Steve was standing alongside Bucky, the two seemingly in an intense conversation. "Son of a Bitch." You spat and Steve looked up, smiling widely at you. "Honey. We were getting worried about you." You walked up to him and pulled him down by his tie.
Looking straight into the blue eyes that you once loved, you chose your next words carefully. "I... will... kill... you." Steve smiled as he pried your grip from his tie and straightened up. "I expect nothing less." He cheerfully stated as he leaned down to give you a searing kiss. You pushed at his chest, but he didn't budge, not until you kicked him square in the nuts.
He moved back, holding his crotch with a strained expression on his face. Bucky walked up to you, ready to take you on, if necessary but Steve waved a hand at him. "I'm okay, Buck. Seriously. Don't want Sunshine to think we're gon' hurt her. Right?" Bucky nodded once, his blue eyes piercing through your very soul.
"You hurt me the minute you killed Wanda." You spoke, your throat hurt with how badly you were trying to keep your emotions in check. Steve smiled, "That could've been avoided." You laughed humorlessly as you ran a shaky hand through your hair.
"Mark my words, I'll make you pay for this. For everything." Steve smiled at you again, that damn smile. "I'll still love you after that. Forever." You felt dirty just hearing those words come out of his mind. You shuddered and walked out of the room, forming a plan in your head.
If there was anything about male serial killers, it was that they often miscalculated the strength of women. Steve and Bucky had miscalculated not only your strength and ambition, but also your lack of humanity once they hurt someone you loved. Now, they were gonna get it.
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kinanabinks · 13 days ago
for method acting blurbs... sam and yn doing karaoke and her totally singing to steve and him to kayla... im bEGGING you
idk if this was the kind of thing you were wanting, but i really hope i don't disappoint! ❤
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timeline: i'd place this event just a few weeks before part 1!
content warning: frat!sam x reader (platonic), frat!steve x reader (mutual secret stupid pining), bi!bucky, fluff, decent singer!reader, ABBA, sliiiight angst
"Ah, I don't know."
Sam glares at you, his lips pursing together. "It's my birthday. It is literally illegal for you not to do as I say."
"I don't know," You repeat with a mumble, stealing a glance over to where Steve is sitting next to a girl from his Film class, the two of them getting pretty cosy. You aren't sure why it has put you in such a sour mood because it most definitely isn't the first time you've had to watch him canoodle with another girl, but lately it has been getting harder to stomach. Looking up at Sam, you shrug. "I'm too shy."
He snorts, before resting his hands on the table. "You? Too shy? Get your ass up and on that stage with me, now."
Knowing that he won't give up, and knowing that you'd be an incredibly selfish and terrible friend if you refused, you get up and give him a smile. "Okay. But nothing with rapping in it - we are not having a repeat of New Year's."
Sam holds his hands up in surrender, grinning with achievement while slowly walking backwards. "Atta girl!"
Taking his outstretched hand, you allow him to pull you up onto the stage and pick up one of the microphones.
Sam moves over to the kiosk to pick a song. He scrolls through the options, trying to find something you both know and enjoy. Stealing an upwards glance, his eyes land on Kayla who is sipping on a raspberry mojito with a lazy smile on her face. She looks calm and content; the complete opposite of how she looks when her asshole boyfriend is around.
Turning back down to the screen, Sam spots the perfect song, and doesn't waste a second in choosing.
The second the opening chords to ABBA's 'Lay All Your Love On Me' fill the small karaoke booth, Bucky pulls his lips away from Barry the Quarterback's and looks to the stage with wide eyes. When he sees you and Sam preparing to sing, he's filled with utter excitement, and he can't help but let it show.
"Fuck yeah!" He yells, ditching his date and rushing over to stand right at the front. "Everyone, dummy and Samuel are fucking singing! Fucking ABBA!"
His words cause the whole party to tune in, cheering along while Sam nods, gesturing for you to take the first part.
"I wasn't jealous before we met," You begin, your eyes falling onto Steve. "Now every woman I see is a potential threat."
He shoots you a wink back before whooping loudly for you, while the girl he's with snuggles closer into his side.
"And I'm possessive, it isn't nice," Sam sings, looking at Kayla who is drunkenly smiling up at him. "You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice."
You both sing the bridge together, line by line, and when the chorus kicks in Sam lets you take it alone.
"Don't go wasting your emotion," You sing, watching with excitement as Steve stands up. "Lay all your love on me."
Sam sings the first two lines of the next verse, while Steve moves closer to the stage. Your heart pounds with every step he takes, your hands clamming up.
"It was like shooting a sitting duck," Sam's eyes are glued to Kayla, who is utterly entranced by his buttery voice. "A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck."
She grins. Baby.
"I still don't know what you've done with me," You move to the front of the stage, sitting on the edge and swinging your legs while coyly looking at Steve. "A grown-up woman should never fall so easily."
Once again, you and Sam sing the bridge together. Steve feels a pull to you, ignoring everyone else in the room as he comes to you, his hand tightly gripping the neck of his beer bottle.
"I feel a kind of fear," Kayla bites her lip, feeling utterly seen under Sam's dark gaze. "When I don't have you near. Unsatisfied, I skip my pride. I beg you, dear."
"Don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me," Sam sings, moving forward and pointing at Kayla. "Don't go sharing your devotion. Lay all your love on me.
"I've had a few little love affairs," You sing, while Kayla and Sam share an entranced gaze. "They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce."
"I used to think that was sensible," While Sam sings, Steve gently pulls your legs apart, moving to stand between them. "It makes the truth even more incomprehensible."
"'Cause everything is new," You meet Steve's eyes, your heart fluttering as he smirks down at you. "And everything is you."
Fucking everything is you.
"And all I've learned has overturned. What can I do?" Sam belts, grinning when Kayla finally takes his outstretched hand.
"Don't go wasting your emotion. Lay all your love on me," You beg Steve through song, and he doesn't think you've ever sounded prettier. Bucky watches the two of you interact, a warm smile on his face. Those loved up idiots. He can't wait until the day you finally admit your feelings. Maybe then it'll be easier for him to move on from both of you.
"Don't go sharing your devotion," Sam sings, disappointed when Kayla lets go of his hand. "Lay all your love on me."
You sing the chorus once more, while Steve drunkenly dances around in front of you with one of his hands on your hip. Before the last line, you grab his chin and address him. "Steve," You say desperately. "Lay all your love on me."
He grins and kisses the tip of your nose. "You've got my love, bunny baby. You got it all."
Realizing you may be feeling something a little more than friendship for him, you bite your lip, feeling a pit of dread in your stomach. You stand back up and turn to Sam, who has a similar look on his face, and you know it has something to do with the way he was singing directly to Kayla.
You each put down the microphones while the final chords of the song play, before meeting each other's eyes and speaking in unison.
"Don't say a fucking word."
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zaddy-cevans · 15 days ago
Icy Winds - Part 1
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A/N - I forsee much pain in this series and plenty of sex 🤠.
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|| WARNINGS || Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Unprotected sex, Threesome (M x M x F), Oral (both M and F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, insane sensitivity, Professor Kink, Double penetration (in vagina only), Hair-pulling Kink, praise kink, sub and dom complex (reader switches often), spitting kink, choking kink, Rough sex, BDSM (very light), Somewhat angst (the beginning of a whole pile, sunshines), pet names, Age gap (reader in her early 20s, Steve and Bucky in their late 30s), mentions of violence (can't reveal too much bc of the story line and surprise at the end but tw)
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4.4k Words
Part 2, Part 3
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Your long fingernails tapped impatiently on the printer as you waited for your final paper to be delivered. Your grouchy librarian had already warned you 3 times that she would be leaving soon, meaning you'd be locked up all alone in the school while a raging ice storm blocked any way of a possible escape for you. Your feet carried themselves here and there to distract you as you waited for the old printer to cough up your paper.
As soon as the paper had been printed, you nearly shouted in joy, "K, I'm done." You yelled out to the librarian, but you heard nothing. You grabbed your paper, shoving it into your backpack as you looked around the vicinity. "I'm done." You called out again, no response. Panic started to settle deep within you, a bad feeling beginning to arise. "Oh no." You whimpered. "No, no, no." You're breathing was getting erratic.
You ran out the library, flying down the stairwell and trying the door, it was locked. You pulled harder, locked. You slid down the floor, tears forming in your eyes, "That bitch." You spat as you tried to collect your thoughts. You were stuck... all alone... in a big school... with a history of ghost hauntings. "No such thing as ghosts." You chuckled nervously to yourself. Loud mumbling made you jump, "There's someone here."
You followed the mumbles, there were two different voices. Perhaps you were going insane, but it never hurt to make sure. You creeped along until you stood right outside your history prof's door. The voices were indiscernable though. You knocked on the large, imposing doors. "Come in." Your professor's voice boomed as you opened the door slightly and walked in. "Sir, I-" you stopped as you saw your psychology Professor, James Barnes sitting near Steve Rogers desk.
You fumbled with your hands, being in the same room as your insanely hot prof's, that you'd had more than a few dirty thoughts about, was not good... so not good. "I-I'm so sorry to bother you both, but I think we're locked in the school." Your psychology professor chuckled. His dark hair was pushed back from his face with his prosthetic. "Well that ain't good, Peach." You nearly buckled at his infamous nickname for you that had numerous female students jealous of you.
"No, Sir. It's not." You mumbled softly. Steve got up from behind his desk, button-down tucked into jeans and a leather jacket sitting on his chair. He walked up to you, his hand lightly resting on your lower back, "Let's go see if we're really stuck." He mumbled and James smirked at your small shudder. He got up as well to follow you two outside the door and to all the major exits. With each tug of the door, your heart sank further into your stomach. God, you were done for.
"Let me call the Dean. Let him know what's going on." Steve spoke as you sighed and leaned your head against the cool window. "Huh." You glanced up at him, "What?" "No... reception." You groaned, actually groaned infront of your professors. You didn't care, you were locked with two of the hottest profs in your school, all alone, no one else. Except maybe the ghost rumored to haunt the faculty building.
"Have you eaten anything, Peach?" James asked in a gentle tone and with tears reaching your eyes again at the horrible turn of events, you quickly shook your head. "Hey, it's alright. We've got you, Sunshine. You're safe with us." Steve cooed. You took a deep breath, nodding, and ignoring the way butterflies arose in your belly when they both called you by adorable nicknames.
"Maybe there's some leftover coffee cake in the teachers lounge." James mumbled. "Raid everything. They deserve it for leaving me to die here." You shot back and Steve and James exchanged amused glances as they both chuckled under their breaths. "Sure, Peach. Just come with us. We've got you now." You nodded, letting James lead the way with a guiding hand on your back. His touch warmed you up completely, his palm emanating heat to your entire body, like you were on fire.
The teachers lounge looked so... boring. Imaginations really ran wild when students weren't allowed in a room. You had assumed a TV, microwave, coffee machine, couches, all the essentials would be in there. You hadn't expected a beaten down microwave with some very questionable stains, a coffee machine that barely sputtered out any of the hot beverage and a couch that's stuffing had been ripped apart. It wasn't the budget... this was a prestigious university, perhaps all the profs except for the two by your side were boring so they had an equally boring lounge.
"Glad to know you don't think of us as boring, Sunshine." You bit your lip, "I said that aloud, didn't I?" Steve nodded, your face flaming red with embarrassment. He bent down to get the coffee cake out of the fridge and your gaze followed the curves of his ass as you bit your lip. "Like the view, Peach?" Your face flamed once again at being caught by James as you quickly averted your eyes. "What view?" Steve asked and your heart started hammering.
"Outside, Punk. It's lookin' real pretty." James said but his eyes never left your own once. You knew that Professor Barnes and Professor Rogers were married, had been for quite a while now. You didn't know how the university could possibly allow them to work together, but perhaps there was a workaround. Maybe that's why you felt like crawling into a hole and dying, the guy you were checking out, his husband caught you and teased you.
You bit your lip, gnawing on it as a nervous habit of yours. You felt intense gazes on you and you looked up to see both Steve and James gazing longingly at your lips. "I-I can't thank you enough, Sir. Both of you." You spoke. James chuckled, "Call me Bucky and him Steve. It'll be our little secret." You gulped. "Can you do that for us, Sunshine? Keep a secret?" Steve asked breathily as he approached you. You nodded.
Steve reached you, standing infront of you as his arms trailed up and down your own, "Good." He smiled, appeased with you agreeing so readily. "So... coffee cake, huh?" You rambled nervously, mainly to get both those intense gazes off of you since it felt like you might spontaneously combust any second under them. "You know coffee cake actually has very little coffee in it." You chuckled.
"We're hungry for something else, Peach." Bucky spoke lowly and you nearly moaned at his words. This was wrong, so wrong. But you wanted it, so bad. "You want me?" You asked, curious of their answer and straight to the point. "Don't beat around the bush, do you? Yes, we do. You know how hard it is seeing you skip around in those tight jeans or mini skirts, how hard it is when you're wearing that mesh top. My fists are clenched so hard from stopping myself from touching your body." Steve spoke.
"And we've overheard you with your friends, we know you think we're hot too. So what do you say, Peach?" You were filled with a new sense of confidence, these insanely hot men wanted you. These Greek gods wanted you, you. That would be enough to give anyone a big head. "Alright, but," You walked up to Steve, pulling him down by his collar and surprising them both as your lips tickled Steve's, "I'm in charge." Their eyes widened as they gave you crooked smiles, "Whatever you want, Sunshine."
That was all it took to smash your lips against Steve's. Your own lips slid along his with such ease and comfort as if you had done this a million times before. You didn't think of the repercussions, you didn't think of the consequences. Right now, there was an insatiable fire roaring in your entire body and all you knew was that you needed these both, right now.
Your hands roamed Steve's body, his pulling you closer in by your waist so that he could roll his hips against you. You moaned loudly in his mouth as you felt Bucky's hands grip your hips on either side so that he could grind his hips onto yours. One of your hands reached back to tangle in Bucky's locks as he kissed down your neck, finding your sweet spot and sucking there. His teeth sunk into your flesh and your hips crashed further back onto his as your arched your back, his low groan vibrated your body.
Your other hand fumbled with Steve's shirt's buttons until he finally helped you, undoing them himself and tossing his shirt away. You peeked an eye open to look down at his chest. Damn. Your hand ran over the indents of his abdominal muscles, his breathing turning erratic with just one touch of yours. It made you feel powerful, empowered, you were getting drunk on that. You wanted to elicit more sounds from both their bodies so you pulled back as you slid out from between them.
You moved back as you smiled at them both, "Kiss each other and take your clothes off." They both chuckled, "Does our pretty girl wanna get off on us making out, huh?" You smirked, shrugging your shoulders, "I want to see you two get each other ready for me." They both blushed slightly at your words, but Bucky leaned forwards and kissed his husband. Taking a fistful of Steve's hair in one hand as he pulled him in and fumbling with his jeans with the other. Steve bit down on Bucky's bottom lip, his hands went down towards the hem of Bucky’s Henley as he pulled it up and over his head.
"You want my cock? That it, Baby?" Steve growled in Bucky’s ear as he whimpered and nodded. You bit down hard on your lip to keep from making any noise and distracting them. Your hand started to cup your aching core ontop of your jeans, just to provide some sort of relief to it. Steve took off his jeans, throwing them to the side as did Bucky. Before they could go any further, you stepped in to stop them. "Grab a chair." You told them both. They did.
"Eyes on me. The entire time." Steve and Bucky both nodded, each of them seemingly having a contest of who could please you more. You grabbed your phone, going thorough your "Sexy Times", yes you had a sexy time playlist, to get the perfect song on. Once it was on, you placed your phone on the table, volume high as you slowly started to swing your hips and run your hands down your body.
Your fingers reached your sweatshirt as you teased the men by showing them just a bit of skin, enough to have them wanting more. You slowly stripped off your sweatshirt, throwing it to where Steve and Bucky's clothing sat. You turned around, slightly lowering your ripped, black jeans and showing them your lacy, red underwear. You heard two groans and it was like music to your ears. You smiled. "Matching lace underwear. I think you knew we were gonna fuck you today, Peach." You chuckled.
You slid off your jeans completely and walked over to Steve, your leg swung over his as you barely lowered yourself onto his crotch. You leaned closer to him, your breath tickling his lips, "Have you dreamed about this?" You asked, "Dreamed about fucking me until I can't walk." Steve growled his hands going to clutch your hips as he tried to pull you down but you simply grabbed his face in your hands leaning in and biting his earlobe. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer."
Steve moaned lowly in your ear, "Yes. I've dreamed of fucking you until you can't remember your own name no more." Your crotch met Steve's as you grinded against him. The feeling of his hard-on, the fabric of his boxers and your underwear was enough to make you as wet as a waterfall down there. You leaned in and kissed Steve, your tongue pushing past his lips to enter his mouth. He tasted faintly of vanilla ice cream.
Bucky's whimper of being left out wasn't missed by you as you pulled back from Steve, "Don't be greedy. Be a good boy while I take care of our boy, Bucky. Ok?" You whispered. Steve nodded. You got up and walked over to Bucky, sitting down on his lap as you pulled him close by tugging on his tie. Your lips crashed to his as you rolled your hips against his. The kiss was all tongue, saliva dripping from your mouths.
Bucky gasped into your mouth as your hips rolled just the right way over his raging boner. "Need you two. Now." You gasped, you couldn't take anymore of this teasing cat and mouse game. You just wanted them to fuck you bad.
"We've got you, Sunshine." Steve promised as he got up and walked behind you, pulling you up. He turned you around and walked you back until the back if your thighs hit the dining table in the room. Steve pushed you onto it as he spread your legs. He sunk to his knees infront of you, "Lemme take care of you." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over your clothed core as you hips bucked up to feel more. "Ok." You breathed.
Bucky came to stand next to you, his hands going to pull back your hair into a ponytail as he pulled you down towards his crotch. An awkward position, but it didn't matter as soon as you felt Steve's fingers slide off your underwear delicately. You did the same with Bucky's boxers, pooling them around his ankles as you leaned forwards to take him in your mouth. Having teased them for so long before, you couldn't take any more teasing. So you took his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the red, swollen tip.
Steve's whole face was practically drowning in your pussy. His chin tickled your tight hole, his tongue darted into your entrance, feeling around and his nose rubbed against your clit. The rush of touches were so intense that you started to choke around Bucky's cock, even though it was barely halfway in. You pulled off and gasped as Steve pulled you closer to the edge, half your ass hanging off as he stuck his face further in your pussy. Your hand pulled his head in closer, hips moving on their own accord.
You leaned down to take Bucky in your mouth again, you hollowed your cheeks around him as you slid up and down his shaft. You attempted to take him completely in you, suppressing the urge to gag and instead relaxing your throat so you could deepthroat him. "Ah, Peach. You're doin' so good. You lookin' so pretty, mouth stuffed with my cock like that." You moaned around Bucky's cock, the vibrations enough to send him over the edge as he leaned heavily against the table while shooting spurts of his cum down your throat.
You popped off Bucky's dick and opened your mouth wide to show him the white stuff, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you quickly gulped, taking it down and using your fingers to scoop and eat the rest. The taste was faintly salty and bitter, yet you still loved it. Your hips bucked against Steve's mouth until you felt your legs start to tremble as you came. You felt hot liquid splash your thighs and you looked down worriedly at Steve.
Before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed your face roughly and turned you to face him. "Did you know you could do that?" You shook your head, mortified. Bucky laughed loudly, a good, rumbling laugh, "Don't look so scared. That was hot as fuck, Peach. Haven't been able to do it cause you've been fucking little boys. You need men like us to take care of you." You hummed, head buzzing from your recent orgasm as Steve got up after licking you clean, pulling you against him.
"You've started something and now you're gonna finish it." Steve mumbled darkly as he rubbed his hard cock against your sensitive core. He stripped off his boxers, keeping eye contact with you until he sunk into you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You shut them tightly, "Eyes open. Wanna see how good I make you feel." Your eyes shot open as you looked at Steve.
The feeling of him stretching you was euphoric. He stilled in you and then slowly went back out until he stilled again, his tip just barely in you. His hand wrapped around your throat. "Open." He commanded and you opened your mouth as he spat in it. You gulped it down, hands going to tug at his golden locks, bringing him in closer. Your tongue licked a stripe from his jaw up to his forehead as he slammed into you without warning. You cried out.
"Shhh, Peach. You're okay." Bucky whispered into your ear as his fingers went into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the cool metal of his rings. You looked deep into Steve's eyes as he kept thrusting into you roughly, each thrust making the table shake with the sheer force of it. His eyes bore into yours, pulling at your very soul and entity with his mind. His fingers were squeezing so hard, you knew there'd be imprints of them. Marks.
That very thought did it for you as you came again, panting and leaning your forehead against Steve's. Your breaths mingled with his as your chest heaved. You didn't think you could take anymore, you were already a pretty sensitive person from down there and 2 orgasms felt like pushing it. But Bucky thought otherwise as he hefted you up and into his arms, holding your body upright and entering you once again. You cried out at the sensitivity but it soon turned to moans as he started to slide in and out of you at a relentless pace.
"Bucky." You moaned, he slapped your ass and wrapped his bicep around your throat. "Who's making you feel this good? Who's cock is reaching all the right places in you?" When you didn't answer because your brain simply couldn't compute, Bucky slapped your clit. He stilled as he reached over to grab his tie that somehow had ended up on the table and used it to bind your hands behind your back.
"Now you tell me who's making you feel this good or I leave you begging me for my cock." You gulped, although your throat was dry. "You, fuck, you. You, Buck, you." Bucky hummed lowly, satisfied with your response. "See Peach, that wasn't hard, was it?" You shook your head frantically. Bucky resumed his brutal fucking of you, you didn't think it could get any better not until Steve, who up until now had been jerking off to get hard again, came up to your front, kissing you tenderly.
The kiss was soft at first, before his teeth sunk into your bottom lip and pulled it out as he slowly, slipped into you alongside Bucky. "Fuck, feel you rubbin' against me, Stevie." Bucky moaned and Steve groaned lowly as well. They both stilled in you for you to be able to take them, but it didn't take much because you were already so wet from your previous orgasms and new wetness. Infact, your juices ran down your thighs and down onto the floor as it pooled below all of you.
"Buck, you move first. I'll join when she's ok with it." Even though they were rough with you, they still made sure you wouldn't be in any pain and that alone was enough to make you simply melt. Bucky started to slide in and out of you slowly, with Steve's cock fully in you and Bucky's moving, you felt the two stuffed you like a Thanksgiving turkey. You took deep breaths to help yourself until you whined for more. You don't even remember when Steve had started to move, but your brain couldn't really understand anything at the moment.
The two men moved in and out of you, all three of your sweaty bodies colliding with one another as flesh slid against flesh. Your head fell limply back against Bucky's shoulder where his prosthetic was fused with his flesh. Your eyes shut tight, your whole body just feeling the bliss of the moment until you came again. This time, your orgasm wet all of you and left you seeing stars, but Bucky and Steve didn't deter from their fucking.
Infact they sped up, chasing their own orgasms. The sensitivity was too much, your eyes watered with tears as they fell down. You didn't want them to stop, but your pussy felt like it was on fire. And then, it felt as if you blacked out, head pounding, teeth grinding together, legs clamping, abdominal muscles clenching as you came for the fifth time that evening. Bucky and Steve couldn't hold back once they felt your walls clamp down on them and they shouted spurts of hot cum in you.
"Birth Control, right?" Bucky immediately asked in a panic and you chuckled, "Shoulda asked me that before you fucked my brains out. Yeah, I'm on the pill." "We'll get you a Plan B, just in case." You nodded as you all remained quiet, trying to catch your breaths. The silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable.
Bucky got your panties as he rolled them over you, his and Steve's cum drying on the inside of your thighs. "Let it stay in there, yeah Peach?" You blushed and nodded as you wore your remaining clothes. "There's a sofa couch in one of the other teacher lounges, the better one." You chuckled, "Yeah, let's go there." "We can stay the night." You nodded as you let Bucky wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you to the lounge.
You looked back to see Steve wasn't following you two, "Buck, why isn't Steve coming." Bucky just seemed to notice as he whipped around to see. He pursed his lips and looked back at you, "He'll be coming in a minute. Don't you worry, Peach." You knew that he was keeping something from you, but it couldn't have been something bad since these two were so innocent and cute. They were, after all, entitled to have their own life.
"I hope I'm not ruining your relationship with Steve." You whispered quietly, your voice slightly echoing through the mellow lighted halls. "No, Peach, absolutely not. You..." Bucky paused, trying to compose the right words, "We really like you. Like really, really. Tonight was kind of just expressing our lust for you. If anything, I feel like you're the one missing part." You absolutely melted at his words, eyes filling with tears as you hugged him tightly enough to make him halt and knock the air out of his lungs.
He picked you up as he hugged you back and inhaled your perfume. You leaned back to kiss his lips, pouring your emotions into it this time. "I really like the sound of that." You giggled as you leaned your forehead against his, "Glad you do. Now let's go sleep." You nodded as he set you down and the two of you found the teachers lounge, getting ready to sleep. You don't remember when your eyes shut, just that Bucky was behind you, cuddling into you as you drifted off into peaceful slumber.
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Your eyes slowly opened, mind hazy as you distinctly heard someone yelling harshly. You looked back to see Bucky gone, Steve wasn't anywhere in sight either. Your eyebrows furrowed as the yelling got slightly louder, but still quiet enough so that you couldn't completely make out the words. Your heart hammered in your chest as you snuck your way towards the door, pressing your ear to it and trying to listen to what was happening on the other side.
"Listen. I've been stuck in this building this whole night. Just got reception right now. Tell me the job is done." Your breathing quickened, that was Steve's voice, what job was he talking about? "Who I fuck is none of your concern and she's under my protection, now." You bit down on your lip. Protection? "I don't care what her father has done, she doesn't know him anyways... I think. Regardless, you can tell all of 'em that Y/N L/N is under Barnes and my protection."
Your head pounded. You had met your father before... once. Known for his notorious crimes and godforsaken secrets. He had thr local PD working under him, he had killed more people than you could count, he was... a serial killer essentially. He conducted illegal trades of illegal items. And now? Why would... no; how would Steve know about your father? Was he in this business as well. Him and Bucky had seemed so... nice. They didn't seem like people capable of that, their life had seemed so plain.
"I don't care. Listen to me, Nat. I pay you for a reason. Whatever needs to be done. Kill her if you need to. Kill her family, her kids, everyone. I don't give a fuck." Your hand shot to cover the whimpers falling from your mouth, "Yeah, I love you too. Bye." You shot back to the bed and laid down, wiping the tears from your eyes as Steve and Bucky walked in. You pretended to wake up due to the door opening.
"Hey Sunshine. Did we wake you?" Your blood rushed to your ears, but you knew you had to be convincing. The only way you could find out what was happening was if you were close to them both. You smiled slightly, "Couldn't sleep without my two teddy bears." Steve and Bucky laughed as they climbed into bed on either side of you, snuggling you close to their bodies. The bodies of killers.
"Hear that Buck? Our girl can't stay away from us. Guess we just have to keep you close, huh?" Steve winked at you and you smiled. That's what I was hoping for, you thought.
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buckyswhcre · 15 days ago
converse , stucky
— (fem!avenger!reader x avenger!stucky)
summary; ❝when the notoriously known pair of super soldiers almost lose their best girl during a recon mission, steve and bucky realize that they must finally come to terms with the fact that they’re in love with her before it’s too late.❞
warnings; fluff, angst, angst, angst, kissing, canon level violence, mentions of sex, profanity/coarse language, fallin’ in love, verbal arguments, lotta feels 
word count; 5498
a/n; the reciprocated banter in this piece is so stupidly adorable, i love it. first ever fic, here we go! enjoy<3
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It was pouring.
Rain or blood - or some grossly depicted combination of the two – she didn’t know.
Thick, limpid drops of iridescent liquid were languidly slithering themselves down the slopes of her soot covered jaw, and awkwardly pricking at her eyes. The gingerly placid strokes of salt ridden tears that had traitorously painted their way down the length of her wine-stained face, resembled the jumpy skids of an artist. An incomplete muse.
Where were they? Where was the magnanimous backup she had continuously been promised?
“Stark?” The blunt swipe of her tongue against the back of her teeth almost felt sour in a way. “I’m inside.” 
The vicious push of the harshened air against her already flushed nose, expelled more tears out of her eyes.
“Stark?” The chilling reminisce of a gunshot was heard from the other side of her comms, gruesomely echoing around the constricting space of the abandoned storage room. Her heart was hammering itself into her ears and consequently thinning her blood. “Tony?” Her voice was quivering, bordering on a frightened whimper. “Oh my god, are you guys okay- “
A grunt. 
The buzzing crack of a skillfully landed punch.
“I hear you kid. Don’t worry, we’re fine.” More silence. “How’s it looking on your end?”
She whipped her head around, the oddly uncomfortable flick of her hair striking her forehead. The room was empty, and it was dutifully dotted up by shredded cardboard boxes and seemingly forgotten files. “Run me down on what I’m looking for again?”
“Briefcase.” Another voice hummed through her head, “A black briefcase. There should only be one.”
“Copy that, Rogers.”
“Ooo, last name basis.” Tony quipped smugly, all while simultaneously tearing through a large assortment of hydra agents. Y/N strongly rolled her eyes at his childish behaviour before decidedly proceeding to advance towards the array of understandably repulsive communal desks.
“Careful, Stark.” Bucky spoke up against the violent downpour, “we’re working.”
“Not my fault, Barnes. Your girlfriend gave me a clear shot at the net with that one.” He snorted at his next thought, “And please, working my ass. Maybe, we’re working – me and Y/N. You’re just sitting there, babying a strategically oversized piece of machinery, and staring at Steve’s ass.” Bucky guffawed at Tony’s obvious take.
“Oh shit,” Sam wheezed, barking out a joyfully rewarding laugh. “Nice one, Stark.”
“Thanks, Wilson.”
“First of all,” Y/N started, barely managing to suppress her own delighted snort, “I am not, their girlfriend-”
“-She’s not our girlfriend.” Steve and Bucky said in unison, their deep honey-like tones obnoxiously overlapping. Oh, Tony and his wise cracks.
“You guys are fucking.” Sam offered instead. “You have been fucking for months.” Steve choked on the icy air around him at Sam’s casual confrontation. It’s not like the three of them had been keeping their sex lives a secret, but still, the common knowledge of their relationship was outlandish.
“-That is still not considered dating, birdbrain. Second of all, this is not a football game, Tony. Get your head out of your ass.”
“Babe, that was your first mistake. Its soccer, not football. We’re in New York, not England. And what? Since we’ve established the fact that Bucky’s looking at Steve’s ass you’ve decided to look at mine? I’m flattered, L/N.”
“Watch it, Tony.” Bucky growled under his breath.
“I thought you guys weren’t dating?” The playful malice in the billionaire’s voice was touching.
“We’re not.” Steve hurriedly promised, clacking his teeth together, even though he knew that both him and Bucky would have all too eagerly jumped at the given opportunity to call her their girlfriend. The two, hundred-year-old super-soldiers were enamoured. In fact, they were so in love with her, that it made them oblivious. Oblivious and crazy.
“Well in that case, Y/N, just know that I gave Elio your number yesterday. He might be giving you a call.”
“You what?” Bucky gawked outwardly, incredulous. “No, Y/N. You are not going out with Elio.”
“What’s wrong with Elio?” She asked, feigning confusion. “God knows he’s smart, and funny, and handsome, and tall – how tall is he Tones? Six foot three-“
“And a half.” Tony argued, catching onto her monologue. “Six foot three, and a half.”
“Even better.” Y/N agreed. “And he’s got a really good sense of style. I mean those pants he wears,” She paused for dramatic effect, “they’re so tight and well fitted- “
“Please stop.” Steve whined from somewhere near the quinjet.
“Okay, you big baby.” She snipped back, imitating Steve’s preceding behavior. “I’ll think about it though, Tony. Thanks.” At her genuinely stated expression of gratitude towards the playboy genius, Steve and Bucky blanched. Literally.
“You’re pullin’ our legs right now, right doll?” Bucky questioned, carefully controlling the verging voice cracks he was surely about to experience. His breath was caught mid spew, hitched just above his vocal cords.
“Why would I be joking? I, of all people, could use some stability.” The certainty that was laced around her pretty words tore a fist sized hole through the soldiers’ tactical gear, and practically yanked their beating hearts straight out of their chests. “Plus, I am very devotedly seeking out the realization of my undying dream-“ pause, “-becoming a milf- “ Tony chuckled at that, and Sam let out his own little amused chortle.
“A milf?” Steve asked, all while being temporarily compromised due to the white, hot searing numbness that had taken over his lungs at Y/N’s confession.
“A mom I’d like to fu- “
“Oh. Oh.”
“Do you want me to finish that sentence?”
“I’ve got it, Sam. Thanks.” Steve interrupted with an awkward cough.
“And who’s to say we can’t be the ones to make that dream come true?” Bucky joked lightly, gracefully covering up the ugly spout of jealousy that had reared its nasty horns at the though of Y/N having kids with Elio. Elio.
“Woah, dude, TMI.”
“I knew that one!” Steve exclaimed over the comms.
“Sorry, I just- Uhm. I understood – I understood that abbreviation.”
Y/N laughed quietly at his surely blushing face, “Careful boys, I might start thinking that you two are in love with me or something.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t that be a plot twist.” Tony chaffed. The woman huffed out an exasperated puff of air through her nose.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Don’t call her babe.” Bucky grumbled as his blond boyfriend let out a disgruntled sigh, “I agree.”
Y/N paid them no attention as she continued, “It’s still called football.”
“Soccer- “
“Fucking hell, just agree to disagree or something.” Sam interrupted
“Language, Sam.”
“Kiss my ass, Rogers.”
“Steve, honestly, just give it up already.” Bucky groaned, effectively succeeding in shutting the man’s trap. Y/N was smiling like an idiot, and the shit-eating grin she was sporting was cutely splitting her skin. Her nimble hands were expertly gliding themselves across the different pieces of furniture littering the room in an attempt of finding the alleged briefcase they had been sent to retrieve.
“I’m not going to give it up, Buck. It’s not professional.”
“Oh Stevie, name one aspect of our lives that could be considered professional.” Y/N replied swiftly, finally catching sight of the artifact. “I’ve got it by the way. The case.”
“That’s our girl.” Bucky drawled, his lazy tone seeping into her earpiece as Tony disagreed. Her chest warmed at the thought.
“She’s not ‘your girl’, Barnes. Maybe Elio’s, but not yours. Y/N Rivers, has an awfully nice ring to it, no?”
A glassy snarl. 
Porcelain breaking.
“Say his name one more time and I’ll show you just how intuitive this new arm is. I can see the headlines now, ‘Stark, beat and strangled by his own invention’- “
“Oh shut up. Go back to BuzzFeed unsolved, your case is still cold snowflake.”
Y/N’s fingers neatly clasped themselves around the cool metal of the gleaming handle and hauled the briefcase off the table. “Can you guys go five minutes without- “ The shrill screech of a pistol clipped through her question like a pair of safety scissors. The owner of the weapon – a disheveled looking hydra agent – was staring straight through her, as if he had seen a ghost. Dropping like a pile of rocks, Y/N rolled over the dozens of boxes splayed out across the floor and tucked herself away behind one of the metal hatches that was lining the wall.
“Are you going to finish that sentence, doll?” Bucky teased, completely unaware of her current predicament. Her breathing was low and laboured as her eyes quickly examined her whereabouts. The only exit was the one through which she had come in, and much to her unmatched horror, a second agent had filed in behind the first.
“Y/N, come on we were joking.” Tony concurred, willingly agreeing with Bucky.
“Hey there, pretty girl. Where are you?” Came the sing-song whistle of the raggedy looking criminal. Compared to the soothing and familiar voices of Tony and Bucky, this man’s voice was rough and puffy, that of a life-long smoker.
“Y/N?” Steve prodded. 
With one more internally minded debate, Y/N pulled her own gun out of its holster and flung herself around the file cabinet. The first shot rang out loudly, surprising the two agents and nailing the first one in the thigh.
“Y/N, are you engaged in combat?” Steve asked again, significantly more on edge.
“No?” She murmured in response, once again hiding herself behind the ledge of the cream-coloured wall.
“Where are you, you bitch!” The injured one seethed, slamming his fist down onto one of the desks.
“Y/N what’s going on?”
“I’m-“ She propped her elbows up against the side of the demolished crook, once again sliding the gun towards the second one’s head, and firing. “-good.”
“Where are you?” Bucky implored, panic permanently fusing itself against his lips.
“Buck, I’m fine, I promise.” She hissed out, before finally delivering the final blow to the larger of the two men. “Just a little bump in the ro- shit!” Her choked scream filtered it’s way through the perceptive ears of her teammates.
“Babe, where are you?” Tony paused, his voice nothing short of fear.
“I’m in the- fuck, oh my god.” The second bullet cut through her shoulder, and she inhumanly crumpled to the floor.
No reply.
“No, no, no.” Steve spoke firmly, “You’re okay, you’re fine. Get back up, baby. Please, please get back up.” Was she hurt? What was going on?
The captain had no idea where his girl was.
“Steve,” She whimpered, and all four of the men’s hearts stopped. “-Shit, it hurts- it hurts so much.”
None of them knew what was happening, where she was or to what extent she was injured.
“Listen, doll.” Bucky tried, but his voice split. “How are you hurt? Tell us what’s going on, and we’ll come find you, okay? We’re coming. We’re – we’re coming.”
“Talk to us, princess.” That was Sam’s voice, she was sure of it.
“I’m- I’m in the storage unit labeled – 222, I think.” She gasped out, her hand clutching at her dampened shoulder. “There was t-two- “, her own blood was welling up her mouth.
It was pouring.
Rain or blood - or some grossly depicted combination of the two – she didn’t know.
“Two agents – Hydra.”
“You’re doing amazing, baby. Are you hurt?” Steve already knew the answer to that question, but his brain was craving the terribly flimsy hope that only she would be able to give him.
“I-I killed one of them.” Inhale. “And the other – I was s-so, close.” Exhale. “He got me twice. S-shoulder and chest, no exit wounds.” Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Bucky was having a hard time breathing, much less functioning.
“We’re almost there, babe. Stay awake, okay?” Tony’s suit sounded distant, staticky.
“I-I’m really tired though, Tones.”
“No, no, Y/N. Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes; I swear to god.”
Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and the more they drooped the harder it was for her to peel them back open.
She was going to die.
“Hey there, pretty.” She froze. 
Her shallow intakes of breath were already depleting, and here he was, bloodied and smiling. His teeth were drenched in red, and he looked an awful lot like the Cheshire cat with the sickeningly wide grin he was projecting. “This will only hurt a bit,” and with that, he unscathed his unfairly gorgeous little pocketknife, and brought it up to her chest.
Her agonizing screams were the last thing the boys heard before her comms went null.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Bucky was running his mouth like a sailor, the sharp padding of his boots drilling through the stoned floor as he yanked at his dark locks. “We should have been there – fuck – I should have been there.”
“I know.” Steve whispered, hot on Bucky’s heels as both Sam and Tony flew above them.
“We were supposed to protect her.”
“I know, Buck! Stop reminding me of things I already fucking know!” The filth littered curse that had spewed passed his conscience, efficiently took to silencing Bucky, if not for a second.
“It’s over here – 222.” Sam yelled back to them before taking to the sky. The small space was encased from front to back by hydra agents – both male and female, young and old.
“Cap, Barnes. You go get her out, me and Wilson will take care of the rest.”
“Okay. Thanks, Tony.” Neither of them had the energy, nor the willpower to disagree with him, knowing that he loved her just as much as they did. Even if it was a different kind of love.
Bucky was furious as he snapped his leg out to aggressively kick down the door, splintering the lumber straight down the middle.
The sight that greeted them within storage room 222 was something that they would surely never choose to remember.
Y/N was curled up on her side with her eyes shut, and an arm elegantly draped over her midsection.
Bucky was the first to bolt, thoughtlessly dropping to his knees in a split second before cradling her lolling head against his chest. “Y/N, baby, wake up.”
She was limp and pale, her body cold. “Come on, baby.”
“Y/N, open your eyes. Please.”
“Buck, what’s wrong with her suit?”
At Steve’s confusion, both sets of azure-coloured eyes immediately dropped down to her chest where the fitted tac suit had been pried open, and horridly zoomed in onto the sharply lined marks that were carved into her skin. Against each one of her ribs, there was a childishly scribbled letter dug deep into the flesh of her abdomen. Hail Hydra.
“No.” Bucky denied, vehemently shaking his head as he intentionally continued to stare down at his own blood-fonted set of writing. “No, NO.”
“Why would they- “
“-Because they know that they’ve already damaged us to the point of no return. Killing us – it wouldn’t do shit.” He spat out angrily. “Killing her though-“ They both spared a glance at the unconscious girl sprawled out in Bucky’s arms. “That would terrorize us. It would break us. The avengers would crumble, Steve. She’s the goddamn glue.” He was going to cry.
Steve anxiously pressed his fingers up against her pulse point, visibly sagging over in relief when he gingerly felt the faint beating of her heart. “Let’s get her to the quinjet.” He ordered. “Now, Bucky!”
The brunet hauled the girl up into his arms, and followed his boyfriend out of the ghastly room, making sure to have picked up the briefly forgotten case.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
The room smelt of tropical boba and faintly aromatized pineapple jam. Bright, medically altered, bulbous lights were casting a frenzied shadow over the room, illuminating the girl’s battered frame. Her splotchy skin was doused in a dozen artisan colours, ranging from a brisk yellow to an angry shade of indigo, and the cast that was firmly planted across her shoulder stuck out like a sore thumb.
Her left eye was twitchy, struggling greatly to fully open itself up against the overwhelming luster. Her lashes fought amongst themselves, pinching her eyelids apart as if they were controlling a circus marionette. A doll.
Y/N felt disoriented, which was to be expected. Her bleary gaze was continuously scanning the room, pausing every now and then to achieve a few fully articulated blinks. It was like waking up from a deceivingly horrid nightmare. Her entire body shuddered at the thought.
At her sudden movement, a warmth began to stir underneath her fingertips. Panic drew her arm away at once, her mouth dropping open.
There, laying on either side of her, were two overly heated human-furnaces. The unmistakably coiffed mop of brown curls adorning her right side made her heart jerk.
Bucky was slouched over by her bed, his left cheek pressed warmly up against her hip with his eyes screwed shut. There was an ever-growing crease mapping its way across his forehead and settling in between his thickly shaped eyebrows. The blonde side of the equation was a stupendously accurate mirror-image of his boyfriend; his calloused hand rigidly wrapped around that of the injured girl.
They were both out cold, no doubt exhausted, as was she. Without thinking too much about it, Y/N fervently pulled her arms away from the sleeping figures, briefly wincing at the uncomfortable jab of prickling nerves.
She sighed. 
After giving herself a moment to breath, the woman curiously watched as the two men casually shifted against her, latching onto her waist. It was so natural.
Once she was seemingly satisfied by the looks of pure ease plastered across their handsome faces, her left hand had instinctively gone to bury itself into the rich blonde locks belonging to america’s golden boy, while her right hand had taken to gently caressing the sides of Bucky’s jaw, eventually pressing her thumb to the spot between his eyebrows. These were both things that she knew comforted them.
Her nails ran lightly against Steve’s scalp, all while prettily weaving their way through his parted hair. He groaned in his slumber, and lazily popped one eye open. 
Y/N glanced down at him as her hand dragged it’s way over his honey like tufts in order to ruffle them back into place, and smiled. A warm, dewy smile. Her unparalleled content drew an equally rewarding grin from Steve as he ran an arm over his face and shook the sleep from his eyes before leaning over to press a balmy palm to her cheek, soothingly running a thumb down the side of her face.
“Hey, baby.” He mumbled, voice thick and groggy from his well-earned nap.
“Hiya, casanova.” She whispered back, smoothly pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb as he dragged it over her bottom lip and tugged.
“You scared us.” His words were so quiet, so remorseful, that she barely heard them at all.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” At the sound of Steve’s more deliberate statement, Bucky’s head snapped up, alert. His delirious glare sent a chill straight through Y/N’s spine.
“Bucky, hey. It’s okay.” His dark blue eyes swung over towards Y/N, following her voice, before an utterly wrecked sound tore past his lips. “It’s okay.” He flung himself at her, momentarily forgetting about the illustrations that were freckled along her ribs and the gruesome stitching she had undergone. At her sharp intake of breath, he stumbled back, afraid.
“Bucky, please. I’m okay.” She repeated, opening her arms.
This time, with a bit more caution, he engulfed her into an embrace, angling himself against the tiny bed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” He rehearsed, over and over and over again.
“It’s okay, baby, shh…” She hummed against his hair, her hands tracing intricate patterns along his back.
Steve overlooked them as they hugged, feeling the utterly insatiable bloom of adoration sprout against his lungs.
“It’s my fault, Y/N, I could’ve- “
“Hey, no. Stop it.” She pleaded, pulling her face away from the crook of Bucky’s neck. “None of this was anyone’s fault. If anything, the stake out was a huge success. We got the case- “
“What?” Steve interrupted her, shocked. “I would hardly call this a success.” He was standing now, gesturing to her cast.
“What he said.” Bucky muttered.
“Well, you got the files, so technically- “
“Screw technicality-”
“It almost cost us your life, damnit!” Steve’s sudden outburst rung out in her ears, and her entire body visible reclined against the scratchy pillows. “We could have lost you; do you understand that? We could have lost you, forever.”
She paused, “But you didn’t. And even if you did, Steve, It’s part of my job. I put my life on the line every single time I walk out of this tower. So do you, so does Bucky, so do Tony and Sam and Nat- “
“But you’re not me, or Bucky, or Tony, or Sam or anyone else, are you?”
She flinched.
Did he take her to be incompetent? The weakest link in the team’s chain?
“What does that have to do with anything? We are all your teammates, Steve. Sam and Tony are some of your best friends for god’s sake!” She ground out, sitting up to shove a finger against his chest. ”Riddle me this, Rogers. If it had been Nat instead of me, would you be in here right now screaming at her?”
He snorted, “No.”
“Why not?”
Bucky silently watched as they continued their argument, his eyes struggling to keep from flitting back and forth.
“Because it’s Natasha. She’s more than capable of holding out on her own.”
The room went quiet, even Bucky froze.
Steve knew that what he was insinuating wasn’t true.
“What about Tony?” She hissed, smoke coming out of her ears.
“No.” He stated again, firm in his belief. Her finger jabbed itself between the two top buttons of his dress shirt and she continued.
“Why the hell not? Why are you acting like I’m incapable? Like I’m useless or replaceable – “
The rage and incredulity in her simmering eyes set his chest on fire, “Because I’m in love with you!”
Her mouth snapped shut with a sickening thump, her glossy eyes widening relentlessly as her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. “What?” She squeaked out, feeling the creaky mattress shift beneath her as Bucky readjusted his knee. The brunet’s gaze was glittering with excitement. Apprehension.
“I’m in love with you.” His face contorted into a devastated sneer, “I’m so in love with you that I feel like I’m going insane.” Steve huffed out, frustratedly pulling at his hair. “And when you almost died, I-”
“You’re- “
Steve yanked at the hand that was currently stabbing at his collarbone and splayed it out across his chest, resulting in her delicate fingers fanning themselves against his sternum for support. His heart was pummelling itself against the rest of his organs at an award-winning speed, steadily pulsating against the feel of her palm as it continued to pump some much-needed oxygen towards his brain. “You did that, you idiot.” He mumbled, pressing her chilled hand further against his feverish skin.
“You’re not replaceable, Y/N.” Bucky whispered faintly against the back of her head as she shivered, “That’s the problem. That’s why we can’t lose you.”
“We? As in, both of you?” She breathed out, not making any move to reinstall her hand by her side.
“Would that be a problem?” Steve asked, his deep gulps of air rhythmically bopping against her arm.
“I just – how long?”
Bucky’s lip carefully trapped itself between his teeth as he got lost in thought, “I can’t speak for Steve,” he started, “but I think that I fell in love with you on the night of your birthday party last year.”
Y/N glanced up at him from under her thick lashes, expectant.
Bucky laughed lightly at the unspoken stubbornness hiding behind her doe-like expression. “You had just finished retying a double knot on those stupid red converses that you wear around the compound all the time – you know, the ones that you doodle on using Tony’s favourite sharpies?” She smiled a little at the mention of her favourite sneakers, “anyways, you were walking towards the snack table Pete had set up, and I ran by you chasing after Clint who had secretly reprogrammed my arm again–the bastard–“
Bucky shot Steve a glare over Y/N’s shoulder before continuing, “And as I ran by you, I stepped on the laces of your other shoe and tripped over my own two feet, you remember?”
She chuckled, “yeah, I remember.”
“So of course, I was embarrassed out of my mind and to make it up to you I went to tie it back up.” His blue eyes were wide and animated as he retold the story, “I pulled your foot towards me to tie the laces, but I got so caught up in the little scribbles you had inscribed on them, that I totally forgot what I had intended on doing in the first place.”
“You do have a short attention span.” Y/N offered sarcastically.
“I’m getting off track,” He grumbled, softly pressing a finger to her lips. “The shoes were covered in signatures, both faded and freshly inked, and when you noticed that I had been staring so intently, you tapped my shoulder and handed me a marker, telling me to ‘knock myself out’.” Cue his finger quotations.
“Those shoes are a menace to society.” Steve joked from the other side of the bed.
“Are not.” Y/N countered bravely all while staring him down and greatly trying to tame the heroine infused butterflies that had cracked the cocoons of her façade.
“Guys, at least let me finish my story before you start debating the civil threat that those shoes might pose,” Bucky zipped, “So I wrote my name along the top of the rubber platform and slyly mentioned that it wouldn’t kill you to add some colour amongst all the black scribbles. Safe to say it worked, because at the next team briefing that following morning, my name was encircled by colourful little stars.”
Y/N flushed at the terribly smug reminder of her once girly crush.
“What about you, Steve?” Bucky asked, very pleased with himself at the reaction he had been able to reprieve.
“It was when we had that mission in LA and Fury had us fly all the way out from New York.” Steve started, “We had just finished stopping Kora from further advancing hydra’s tech team, and we had landed near long beach. It was nearly three in the morning, and this girl right here thought it would be a good idea to go for a swim.”
Bucky laughed at the clearly conducted image his brain had drawn up for him.
“She grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into the ocean with our clothes still on.”
“It was fun though.” She teased, playfully smacking his shoulder.
“It was.”
A serene kind of silence overtook them as they sat there, wrapped up in an endless whirlpool of euphoric emotions.
“You know,” Y/N uttered slowly, watching as the men’s internal thoughts danced across their features, starting at the bridge of their noses, and twirling down their chins. “I’ve never been good at emotional intellectuality. I’ve never really wanted to be. I like being on my own. I like being, you know, independent …” Steve was holding his breath as he listened to her innocent semblance of rambling, and Bucky was unknowingly doing the same exact thing. “I’m impulsive, and rash, and I enjoy my personal space more than I should. I don’t like being coddled or babied, and I certainly am not a touchy person, but…”
“But what?” Bucky murmured.
“I don’t – How do I – What if – “ Y/N groaned inwardly as her uncoordinated spew came to a halt, and before she could register what was happening, Bucky had sneakily snaked his grip up against the back of her head, and calculatingly molded their lips together. His fingers were drawn loosely at the nape of her neck, sweetly fumbling with her matted hair.
Their tongues tangled in a sweet sort of conference, a clash of teeth and pent up deceit, and her breathless gasp only allowed him to further inhale her bottom lip into his own mouth making her groan. “I’m in love with you guys too.” She mumbled hazily against his kiss-swollen lips, certifiably intoxicated by what she was feeling. It was just so… them.
It was them. Bucky and Steve. Just them, and her bombarding heart.
The smile that lit up the entirety of the brunet’s face could have put the northern star to shame. He outshone every single constellation the universe had to offer.
“You do?” He mused, placing another quickly deduced peck against her lips, never once dropping the curve of his mouth.
“Completely and utterly in love,” with that soulful confirmation, Steve gladly eased her chin in his direction before following Bucky’s lead and covering her mouth with his own. His kiss was more frantic, more demanding. He kissed her like the world was ending. “Never scare us like that again.” He mumbled, profanely blissed out as they both pulled away for air. “Never.”
“I’ll try my best, Captain.”
“So, doll. I think it’s about time we ought to take you out on a real date.” Bucky slurred, once again habitually dipping towards her to nuzzle his nose against her uninjured shoulder. “We might have done the whole relationship thing in the wrong order-”
“Hey! R2-D2! You can’t just ask her such life imploding questions when she’s all doped up on painkillers.” Tony’s unruly head of dark coils came into view, “Plus, my Y/N would never go out on a date with someone old enough to be her great-grandfather.”
Y/N smiled sheepishly, “Tones!”
“Hey, babe.” He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head.
“She’s not your Y/N, Stark.”
Tony narrowed his eyes at the soldier but stayed quiet, the infamously intelligent gears fogging up his mind as he took a quick peek at both Steve and Bucky’s hands.
“Hey princess.”
“How you feelin’?” Sam asked, confidently situating himself by her left side after having placed a gorgeous bouquet of white roses down at the door. He was always on the left.
“Better, now that you guys are here. Thank you for the flowers-”
“I got it!” Tony shrieked out, startling every single person in the room.
“Jesus, Tony, what?” Sam asked, dramatically slapping his hand over his stomach.
“You guys told her!” What?
“You knew?” Y/N croaked, terrified.
“Of course, I knew. We all knew. Everyone except for you three.”
“Oh my god, Tony! We missed it.” Sam whined, shooting the two men a glare.
“I can’t believe it,” Tony feigned, wiping away at his non-existent tears, “the tin-man finally got his heart.”
“Oh, shut up.” Bucky grumbled, clocking him in the side with a container of green hospital jello.
“Ow. Y/N, your boyfriend hit me.”
Y/N just watched as the four of them bickered, an amused and all the more loving expression snuggly settling itself upon her face. “Y/N, you cannot go out with them. Maybe Steve, but not Barnes. Please.” Tony begged, dodging another precisely thrown packeted food item. “What about Elio?”
“Thin ice, Stark. Thin. Ice.” Steve shushed, setting his jaw.
“But Y/N.” He snivelled flakily, “I brought you your favourite flavour of boba.”
At this newly learned piece of information, Y/N paused and gave her boys a bashful glance.
“You’re joking.” Bucky stated.
“Wish I was, Buck.” Tony gave them both a unnervingly proud smile before pompously sitting his arrogant ass down beside Y/N and handing her the milky beverage.
“Extra pearls?”
“Love you t-money.”
“Love you too, babe.”
“You too Sammy.”
“Right back atcha princess,” He bent down to squeeze her hand, “I’m gonna go finish making us our roadtrip CD!” he called back after having already bolted towards to door.
The genius by her arm thrummed his skillful fingers against the wretched headboard as he watched Sam skip down the hall, “Well,” he cleared his throat, “I’m just going to leave because I know - for a fact - that I’m cock-blocking right now.” Tony sighed, disappointed, “Use protection! I’m too young to be an uncle.” And with that, the three of them were left alone again.
“You love them, huh?” Steve questioned as he laid down by her side, propping himself up against his elbow, his eyebrows drawn tight in admiration.
“Not the way I love you two.” She replied.
“And how do you love us, baby?”
“More than my converse.”
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Stucky Fic
Time For Me To Go - Stucky x Avenger! Reader; When a mission doesn’t go as planned, you end up avoiding both Bucky and Steve.
No Room Available - Stucky x Avenger! Reader; Feeling like Bucky and Steve have been excluding you for the past few weeks, you decide to disappear.
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imaginedreamwrite · 16 days ago
The Auction: Part 10
The headline read a positive however you knew that not every headline and critic would be enthusiastic about your engagement to the two men. You knew that critics and those critics would focus on one thing specifically that you head dealt with all your life as a ‘bigger’ woman. The comments and statements made about why those two men would want to be with someone who didn’t care about herself or her appearance would undoubtedly be circulating and filling the spaces between the positivity. The cries of injustice from young women who vowed that they could be better would be better than themselves, for Steve and Bucky would be at the forefront of many people’s minds.
You weren’t naïve when it came to how people looked at you and what they thought, and when the articles started circulating about how the ‘plus-sized community’ didn’t need an ego boost like this, or how the ‘plus-sized woman’ who won the hearts of the two bravest soldiers must’ve been conniving and manipulative, still affected you.
You were used to the comments made by people you knew, but having the world look at you and judging you for your appearance, not something you were used to. It was the constant flashing of the camera’s anytime you went out, and the threats of death by underage girls and young women who thought you stole something from them was entirely new to you.
You had announced with Steve and Bucky, you had done the interviews and told the story of your love, albeit sweet and short, that led to the engagement.
The ‘short and sweet’ had fired another rumour that the engagement was purely meant to be a way for them to ‘save face’ because you must’ve been pregnant.
For every positive review and congratulations, there were four negative reviews and scathing comments about you, not Steve or Bucky, but you personally.
It had gotten to the point that you could no longer work with Natasha as her PA because you would soon require your own. It had gotten to the point where so many people wanted to unfold the pages of your relationship with Steve and Bucky and had become so invested in the events and the engagement itself that you were having a hard time handling both Natasha’s personal life and your own.
“Sorry, sweetie,” she apologized before giving you the news you knew was coming, “for the time being, you’re no longer my PA. You can’t handle both your booming social life and my shit-“
“And you shouldn’t have to.” Colbie was ever-present around you when she could be, threatening anyone or anything which dared cross the line emotionally and physically.
“I understand, Nat.” You knew the ‘why,’ and you wouldn’t argue. You didn’t think you wanted to do both jobs right now, not when you were so consumed by your engagement and the flurry of craziness that surrounded it all.
“You need your own PA,” Nat dug her phone out of her pocket and unlocked the device, scrolling through some app on her phone, “the world seems to be obsessed, whether it be good or bad, and your schedule, should you want to make appearances, could be very busy.”
“I know,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, “I expected it but not really…ya know?”
“I know,” Nat nod her head, “Colbie offered-“
“I would be your kickass PA sidekick-“
“-but you need someone with a more level head.”
“I wanna know what Steve and Bucky are going to do about their little slutbag PA. I know you told them not to fire her, but she can’t be around forever. What if she tries to poison your coffee or something?” Colbie ran her thumb across her neck, mimicking the act of being killed.
“I told them not to fire her so she could wallow in it. She’s been oddly silent lately.” You told your shoulders and let your head fall back, extending your neck. You closed your eyes and took a slow, deep breath before exhaling and lowering your head.
“Visitors,” FRIDAY’s AI voice announced before the door opened, and the two men you couldn’t get enough of walked into the room.
“Talking about us?” Bucky teased, moving directly toward you. He didn’t wait for you to answer before he bent down and slipped a hand behind your neck, securing your lips against his. He kissed you softly and tenderly, his lips moving against yours in a slow dance that picked up in intensity and speed when your hands gripped the front of his shirt.
“Hey,” Colbie interrupted, “keep that up, and those rumours about you being pregnant won’t be false.”
You had pulled away and slowly licked your lips, your eyes moving from Bucky toward the small box in his hand that was wrapped in crushed velvet with a slight bow on the top. He was holding onto the box rather tightly while Steve moved around the back of the couch. He stood behind you, and like Bucky, had leaned down to kiss you softly, though his lips were moving in a slow trail on your neck, his hands reaching for and grabbing your shoulders.
“What’s in the box?” You asked with an airy voice, Steve’s kisses stealing your breath and captivating you through simplicity and building eroticism.
“That’s your ring, sweetheart.” Bucky came to sit beside you and opened the box, giving you a first look at the ring they had chosen.
The ring had two separate platinum bands, yet each held on the pear-shaped statement diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds that enveloped the central jewel. The ring bands were also encompassed with smaller diamonds that accentuated the shape and the platinum bands that made the whole ring sparkle and catch the light in such a beautiful and breathtaking way.
“It’s amazing,” the ring mystified you, the dazzling ring that was representative of Bucky with one band and Steve with the other, “the ring doesn’t matter, though.”
“We know,” Bucky plucked it from the box and slid it on your finger. Despite that, adjusting it, so the narrowest part of the pear-shaped diamond was pointed toward you, “but now it’s official.”
You gazed at the ring on your fingers with delight. It was official, it was happening, and you were engaged. Truly. You were hired by two of the most amazing and brave, tenacious men you’d ever known. They weren’t perfect, but they were good.
“I love it,” you held out your hand and studied the beautiful ring with bubbling and boastful admiration. “And I love you. Both of you. I love you so much.”
Steve hummed into your neck, starting the process of kissing up and down your neck, leaving small little love bites on your flesh as he trailed up and down.
“You need a kickass PA,” Colbie broke the slowly building affection between you and Steve, “apparently not me-“
“You’re a little too mouthy, babe.” Natasha grinned, a quick flash lighting up her green eyes, “but I am going to start interviewing PA’s for you, Y/N. If you don’t mind?”
“Go ahead,” you waved her off, “Tony wants to throw an engagement party for us, but I don’t know how much planning I want him to do….”
“His parties are a little crazy..” Bucky continued,
“And we’d all like a little privacy.” And Steve finished.
“I’d rather have an event, maybe, something separate from the actual party.” You hummed and leaned against Bucky, melting when he kissed into your hair. “I don’t want everyone diving deep in our personal lives.”
“You mean more than they already are?” Colbie questioned, collapsing onto the adjoining couch.
** **
There was no turning back. Her emotional range had gone from jealousy and envy to a twisted and dark need for vengeance. The entire time she had been working for Steve and Bucky, she had been planting herself into their lives.
She had been the one who handled everything they needed when they needed it. She was the one who had worked tirelessly, and had she was the one who had worked tirelessly; she is the one who knew everything there was to know about them.
She should have been the one they wanted; she would have been everything they needed. She was beautiful; she was perfection.
They wanted her until you came along. They wanted her as much as any other man did, however unlike those men, all Courtney wanted was Steve and Bucky. All Courtney wanted was to have the two men who were just as equally perfect as she was to love her. God knows she loved them.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” The only voice of minimal reason came from her partner, the man she dug her barbs into.
“I have to,” she teared up, her bottom lip quivering as she put on a show for the man so easily manipulated, “Y/N took everything from me. She…”
“It’s okay,” he squeezed her shoulder, “I promised to help you.”
He slid a jar across the lab desk toward Courtney, the warning labels on the jar painting a grim fortune for anyone who would mishandle what was inside. It was lethal and slow, but what it lacked in speed was quickly made up for pain caused once enough was built up in the body. It was only a matter of time.
“I have to ask again,” he was nervous, his hands shaking and his voice cracking, “are you sure you want to go down this road?”
“Don’t you want to be happy?” Courtney asked, her eyes moving from the jar of poison to the man caught under her spell. “This is the only way that we can be happy.”
He stuttered and stumbled, hesitating just enough to give himself a chance to back down. He had even reached for the jar to take it back before Courtney swooped in and pressed her lips delicately to his.
The kiss deepened the spell; the kiss solidified the plan and returned him to the palm of her hand. He melted into her touch and she found her pawn again, the good little pet that would do whatever she wanted.
“It’s slow acting and it takes some build up to see the results. You have to make sure the plant is ground up as fine as possible. If you want it to work well, it needs to be a steady dosage.” He warned, his eyes searching her face as she studied the plant.
“And it will cause pain?” There was too much glee behind her eyes, her smile too wicked and tainted.
“It’ll be agonizing.” He swallowed thickly.
“And untraceable?”
“If it…” he paused to gain traction again. “If it is used correctly, there should no known source.”
Her grin widened and the darkness in her light eyes in aged a dangerous and vengeful beast. The prospect of enacting revenge while simultaneously being so innocent was perfect.
It was a perfect plan, and no one would see it coming.
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savemesomenachos · 17 days ago
Love & Other Desires - Chapter 7
Alternate Universe
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AN: This whole chapter is going to be flashback so everything will be in italics. I thought a flashback chapter might help give some perspective and I really needed a break from Peggy🤷🏽‍♀️
Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: Poly! Stucky with fluff and lotsa smut (Oral – M, nipple kink) Minors, DNI
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Word Count: 1341
Y/n’s POV:
“I don’t think that’s how it works Buck,” I said while crossing my legs and settling down next to him on the bed.
“You’re not even in med school but you know how it work?” he asks, turning his unimpressed glare toward me.
I raise my hands in surrender and lean in to rest my chin on his shoulder to look over at his textbook. He breathes a tired sigh and leans his head back with his eyes closed to rest on top of mine. I slip my arms around his shoulder and squeeze his shoulders in reassurance.
“You two having a cuddle fest without me?” Steve asks as he settles on the other side of Bucky, rubbing a hand down his arm.
Bucky only hums in response with his eyes still closed. Steve cranes his neck to look at me with a questioning gaze. I only shake my head in answer and he understands. He always does. It’s just one of those days when one of us has worked ourselves out. Mostly, it’s always Bucky with his stress about med school and not being good enough. Steve and I always reassured him but there always was something and we’d found that just holding him between us made his feel much better than our words did.
Steve pulled Bucky’s thighs to lay across his lap and gently dug his fingers into his leg muscles. Bucky moaned and shifted further down till his head was in my lap and his legs in Steve’s. He shot me a concerned look which Bucky caught.
“I’m fine Stevie. Stop asking her again and again,” Bucky said, his eyes still closed with a smug smirk pulled across his lips.
I smacked his shoulder while Steve’s face was covered with a blush.
“I just worry about you.”
“I know.”
“You always do this Buck. You work yourself so hard even though you always do well. It’s not good for your health. You should know that. You’re gonna be a goddamn doctor,” Steve exclaims, exasperated.
Bucky looks to me for help but I shake my head.
“He’s right bub. You do that and it’s not good,” I say carding my fingers through his hair.
He only sighs and turns to bury his face in my stomach and wrap his arms around my hips. Steve shifts closer to lie closer to us and pulls Bucky’s face away from me with a gentle but demanding hand on his neck. Bucky turns to face him while still keeping an arm around me. He smooths his thumb over Steve’s furrowed brow and leans in to plant a hard kiss on his lips. Steve squeaks at the unexpected kiss but eventually falls lax in his arms. Bucky wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me down to him to plant an equally strong kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” he says, pulling away from me and resting his forehead against mine.
I tip his chin up with a finger to look into my eyes and softly kiss his eyelids.
“It’s ok bub. Just don’t overwork yourself, m’kay?” I say as I snuggle closer to him.
He nods his head in response and kisses the top of my head while Steve wraps an arm around his back.
Steve sighs and cuddles into Bucky’s warm chest. Suddenly, he moans into Steve’s hair while he starts to rut against his ass.
We both turn to look at him, surprised at his change of mood. “I need to be inside you,” he says to no one in particular.
Steve smirks and leans up to kneel on the bed in front of Bucky. He starts to peel his shirt off agonizingly slow while I place soft kisses on the column of Bucky’s thick neck. He gulps at the sight of Steve’s bare chest who’s started to crawl toward Bucky. He stops in front of him and rubs his hands down Bucky’s thigh who turns to me, begging with his eyes to do the same.
I make my way toward Steve on the bed. I remove my t-shirt and bra and leans down to place a suggestive kiss on Bucky’s jean clad crotch. Steve giggles at my forwardness and starts to undo the loops on Bucky’s belt. He drags the jeans down his legs while I palm Bucky through his boxers. His cock twitches at the attention and starts to harden immediately.
“Please,” he whines while bucking his hips into my hand, desperate for more friction. To distract him, Steve catches his lips in a passionate kiss while I slip his boxers off. His length twitches and slaps up onto his stomach, now completely hard.
I spit on the hard length of his cock while looking straight into his eyes. My hand curls loosely around his cock and jerks him. Steve swallows his whine up in his kiss. I put him out of his misery when I wrap my lips around the tip which had visibly reddened. Steve’s hand snaked down’s Bucky’s front and wrapped around the base of his cock. Bucky chokes into their kiss and Steve took that as an opportunity to lay next to me. He leans forward to place a kiss on his tip and our lips meet in a messy kiss with the tip of Bucky’s cock in the middle while he squeezes the base harder.
Bucky growls and his hand comes down to rest on each of our heads. With an encouraging push, my head begins to bob on his length while Steve jerks off the bottom half which doesn’t fit into my mouth. He leans down even lower and starts to kiss Bucky’s balls. With a gasp, Bucky’s hips lift of the mattress which shoves his cock deeper into my throat. Tears start to leak out of my eyes while Bucky starts to mutter an apology. I cut him off my by taking his cock into my mouth once more and going further down than before. I gag when I reach the base of his cock and my nose brushes against his soft hair surrounding his cock. I pull off him with a gasp and Steve takes that chance to attach his own lips to Bucky’s cock.
“You both look so fucking hot sucking me off,” Bucky growls while shoving Steve’s head farther down his cock and pulling me up, against his chest. He leans down to take on of nipples into his mouth while tweaking the other with his dexterous fingers. He looks up at me through his lashes while continuing his assault on my nipples. He pulls away with a wet pop to moan into my neck.
“Come on Buck. Come for us,” Steve says while working his hand around Bucky’s length faster and harder. With a guttural roar, Bucky spills onto Steve’s hand and his chest. Maintaining eye contact, Steve licks the cum of his mouth and slides up Bucky’s chest to place a messy kiss on my mouth.
Bucky buries his face in my neck while Steve slides off the bed and brings a cloth to wipe both him and Bucky off. He nuzzles his nose in the base of my neck before placing a soft kiss there which makes me melt.
“Feeling better?” I ask with a smirk accompanied by Steve’s booming laughter. Bucky blushes and mumbles a faint ‘yeah’ from his place on my chest.
“I was just scared I’d do bad this time around, s’all,” he says while pulling Steve to lie on his chest.
“Hey,” Steve starts while pulling Bucky’s gaze to him. “We know you. You work really hard but it’s important to take breaks too,” he says admonishingly.
“Yeah, I know punk,” Bucky replies bashful of the attention on him.
Steve relents and cuddles properly into Bucky while tugging me closer. I wrap my arms around them and sigh in content.
“I love you both, you know that right?” Bucky asks, his gaze continuously switching between Steve and me.
“We know jerk,” Steve replies. “We love you too.”
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