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booksandabeer · 1 year

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Hi. First of all, you’re amazing and you’re doing God’s work for us. Second, could you please recommend me some time-travel fics? I think I already read a few well known ones, and was wondering if there’s more? Also, it’s usually both or Bucky who time-travels, is there fics where Steve goes alone instead?

Hello Stranger!

Thanks for the ask and your very kind words. I live to serve! 😉

Now. The first thing I need to do here, is to point you towards this excellent rec list by @voylitscope There are a lot of very good fics on it and I strongly recommend you check it out.

I also want to apologize again for the long wait. I had a busy week and when I finally sat down to put together this list, I realized fairly quickly that almost 90% of it was comprised of some sort of EG-Fix-It fics. Just the idea of writing up my thoughts on all of them felt exhausting and saddening to me, so I scrapped the whole thing and started over. So without further ado, here are 7 fics featuring timey-wimey stuff that I have read and very much enjoyed and 3 more that I've yet to read, but can't wait to get to because they look amazing:

sun peeking through the sky series by dontcallmebree | M, 16K (2 Parts)

Author's summary: Steve clears his throat, curling his hands into fists to hide them. “Alright, say I believe you. Hell, you’re here. So what?”

Scott pins him with an unshakable stare, alive and unyielding. He never realized Scott could be so intense. Sam was the one who knew Scott better, but then again, Sam was always the better one of the two of them. “Look, the place I was in—the quantum realm—it messes with time, it lets you go back.”

Steve wants to throw him out.

A post-IW, twice-over canon divergent series. In the first part, Scott and the Ant Fam (or what's left of it post-Snap) burst into a heavily depressed Steve's existence and slowly turn it into something resembling a life again, and together they hatch a plan to save the world. What that plan entails? I'm not going to spoil it here, but let's just say it's much more clever and original, not to mention more logical and emotionally satisfying than anything that happened in EG. It's a quietly humorous, suspenseful, heartbreaking, and at times brutally tender series about finding and accepting second chances when you least expect them.

To Live It Again Is Past All Endeavor by trinityofone | T, 21 K

Author's summary: Time travel bodyswap! Present-day Steve and Bucky wake up back in their old bodies in 1938, while past Steve and Bucky wake in a future where they're both built like comic book heroes and Bucky's got what he thinks is a swell future robot arm. Adventures are had, and the ethics of time travel are debated. Also, everyone trash talks Willem de Kooning.

A story that really drives home some hard emotional truths while never entirely losing its light touch. Accompany Steve and Bucky as they travel into the future AND the past, and discover their once and future selves. I call this fic "the clairvoyant one" because it features Steve and Bucky contemplating staying in the past and a subsequent discussion of the ethics and purpose of time travel that had me frantically scroll back up and check that, yes, this fic was indeed written all the way back in 2014. I then proceeded to lose my mind a little bit because it is such an eerily specific and accurate rebuttal to Steve's EG ending that I'm more than half convinced the author has clairvoyant abilities.

Where All Roads Lead by DrowningByDegrees | E, 46K

Author's summary: When Steve Rogers inadvertently touches a relic in the course of a mission gone sideways during WWII, he’s catapulted seventy years into the future. Before he's even sure where he's ended up, his search for help puts him in contact with Bucky Barnes, a historian and college professor who has built a career around studying Captain America. With Bucky's help, Steve means to find out how exactly he ended up in 2017, and solve the bigger mystery of how to get home. There's just one problem. The closer they get to their goal, the less certain Steve is that he wants to go home.

A Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve accidentally time travels straight from WW2 to the 21st Century. It's funny and heartbreaking, well-written and cleverly plotted. Also features beautiful art by alby_mangroves that not only beautifully augments the story, but actually is a part of it, too.

The Restoration Artist by superheroresin | E, 109K

Author's summary: As a conservator of rare oil paintings for The Met, Steve Rogers thinks of himself part scientist, part archaeologist, but hardly an artist in his own right. Only when he’s faced with the daunting task of restoring a frozen painting from a recently unearthed Nazi art hoard does he start to feel his passion for the craft return. Before he has a chance to understand what that means, Steve is transported to the 1940’s, where he meets both The Winter Soldier himself, and his own destiny.

A Shrinkyclinks AU in which art conservator Steve travels through time to save Bucky... who has been trapped in a painting...? Mystery! Romance! Art Talk! I practically inhaled this thing in one go, despite the length. This is a really lovely story, full of clever ideas and twist and turns that will keep you guessing. And on top of that you'll learn a whole lot about art restoration! What's not to love?

the world on fire by burlesquecomposer | M, 62K

Author’s summary: Steve loves old vinyl records, doodles on his files, and cannot remember a time that he didn't serve the TVA. And that suits him just fine—that is, until stray variant Bucky Barnes, fresh out of HYDRA's grasp, drops into his time theater and makes Steve question everything he believes in.

A really well written fic that has time travel and variants and alternate timelines and parallel universes and... you get it. A whole lot of timey wimey stuff, but the author keeps track of it all and ties up everything beautifully in the end. A super fun premise, clever plotting, wonderful characterizations, and a firm grasp on the SteveBucky dynamic in every incarnation/iteration/variation. It's a really lovely fic and I think it deserves a lot more love and attention.

On the Cover of Dawn by adeepeningdig | T, 6K

Author's summary: “Listen,” Bucky says again, and pads to Steve, book still in hand. “I’d sell my soul for that/fawn/of a boy night walker/to sound of the ‘ud & flute playing/who saw the glass in my hand said/“drink the wine from between my lips.” He kisses Steve then, insistent, tongue sweeping into his mouth, body to body. Steve buckles beneath it. Two stories. One poem.

I'm cheating a little with this one... maybe. To be perfectly honest, I don't really know what's going on here even after I read this several times. Is it time travel? An alternate universe? Reincarnation? None of it at all? The thing is, I'm not sure the reader is meant to definitively know or understand what exactly is happening, and ultimately, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is the poignancy, the beautiful, at times lyrical language, and the reassurance that Steve and Bucky will find and love each other in every possible universe and incarnation. Also features one of my favorite George Barnes scenes ever.

From Tralfamadore, With Love by newsbypostcard | E, 106K | Part 1 in From Tralfamadore series

Author's summary: In 2018, Steve, Sam, and Bucky embark on a mission to explore a Hydra-owned warehouse when a kid with mutant powers sends Steve 18 years into the future. Steve's just as in love with Bucky as he was when he left, but for Bucky it's been a long 18 years. As he gets used to life in 2036 and the flaws in Bucky's idyllic life expose themselves, Steve also has to manage a suspiciously ubiquitous security force, a Brotherhood of Mutants, and old competing loyalties among his aged friends. There's a Bucky in 2018 waiting for him to come home, but if he does that, it means leaving this Bucky behind for a third, unforgivable time. How can he choose?

Yes yes, I recced this not too long ago, I know. But there is simply no way in hell that I'm going to put together a time travel rec list and NOT include this fic. The summary is pretty self-explanatory, and I really don't want to reveal anymore than that. Much of the tension and emotional drama in this fic comes from not knowing what's going to happen, and from desperately guessing at how on earth the author is going to solve Steve's impossible dilemma. I loved the way the author explored the relationship of a Steve and a Bucky who have been separated for two seconds and 18 years, respectively. Also, possibly the best use of a Fleetwood Mac song in fanfic ever.

🕰 +3 To Reads:

Savage God by PottersPink | M, 36K

Author's summary: Past, present, future, Steve knows Bucky Barnes. It’s why he recognized him when he found him in that alley in April of 1942, even though Bucky was older, stronger, wearier; he called himself The Asset, and had a metal fucking arm. The Asset was only with Steve in 1942 for a few days, but it’s enough to change the course of Steve’s life forever.

Seventy years later, Steve wakes up in the twenty-first century, and he doesn’t know whether to be heartbroken or hopeful when some of the things Bucky revealed to him in 1942 start falling into place.

Every You, Every Me by Starshot | E, 48K

Author's summary: Desperate to follow when Bucky ships out to war in 1943, Steve volunteers for Project Rebirth, an experimental program meant to turn him into the world’s first super-soldier. Instead it fails, leaving him with a condition dubbed “Chrono-Impairment” which sees him travelling uncontrollably through time, to random points in both his and Bucky’s lives.

But with Bucky brainwashed into working for HYDRA, and Steve living life on the run, torn between his own time and Bucky’s, will they ever find the happy ending they so desperately desire? (AKA the Stucky AU based on the book, "The Time Traveler’s Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger)

a day in the life by powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) E, 20K

Author's summary: Steve wakes to the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen below him. He lies for a few moments, trying to recall—a dream?

He looks over at the nightstand and there is a piece of card propped up there. He reaches out to take it.

You are Captain America. You are Steve Rogers. It is 1956. You are married to Peggy Rogers, nee Carter. You live in New Jersey. Sometimes you have trouble remembering.

Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

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glittercake · 1 year

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could you go into your writing process a bit? i’ve been a fan of your fics for years now, and i still find myself in awe of how you’re able to create these cohesive worlds and voices and dynamics and just how tight your writing is. like i never feel like anything should be cut and even if all the loose ends aren’t tied up, i feel like it ends right where it should. like i’m so curious to see how your brain turns out so much magic!!

Oh my gosh, this is so nice of you to say 😭 Thank you first of all! Secondly, I'll try to map out my process for big wips below the cut! Hope it makes sense 🤭 But this ask literally put a smile on my face all day, so thanks again.

So to start off, I usually have a good idea of exactly how the story should end. That helps big time with everything else. If I don't know kind of what happens in the middle and exactly how it should end, I really struggle.

Then I have a separate doc where I write down all my notes or thoughts about the stories, and also do the outlines. The story ideas come either extremely randomly, like me falling down a rabbit hole of presidential assassinations on YouTube (y'all know what this resulted in) or they're a result of my friend and i spiraling about something in the DMs (lighthouse, boxing fic, soulmate fics, most of the horny ones too 😂)

I also like to gather some pics just to get an idea of what the characters look like in whatever universe I'm writing about, as well as the scenery and buildings/layout. So for example, i used these inspo pics for The First Gentleman:

So every time I open the doc to write I'd have these, the outline, and the notes open. Other visuals like the banner or graphics I make also help put me in the right mindset for the story.

So, before I start writing, I draft an outline. I try to keep it brief tbh, the longer and more involved the outline the more intimidating the story feels which means less chance of me actually writing it 😅 (there are about 3 outlines that will probably never see the light of day!) but brief doesn't always work so what i do, especially for long wips, is make a short bullet list for what needs to happen in each chapter.

This way i can accommodate plot bunnies, shift stuff around and kill the darlings before i get too attached, i usually also have a few key scenes in my head and i then fit them in here. Outlines also include stuff like a quick character write up like age, quirks, bad habits, cute habits or sayings they have (in Ain't No Grave they had this cute back and forth "keep up now" or in Ruins Bucky called everyone meatballs.)

This is roughly what a chapter outline looks like for me:

lmaooo. as you can see it's very informal. basically a scribble.

Usually when I'm super inspired, i can get going straight away, otherwise I let it turn over in my head a little bit until i come up with a good starting point. What also helps me cement the character voices and specific characteristics is re-watching whatever source media it relates to. So for me it's always Cap 2 & 3 and TFATWS, Endgame where Sam gets the shield, and Sam’s scene in AoU and Antman.

I prefer to write in order from start to finish. I find I lose interest too quickly if I don't. Having a point to work toward is easier for me. BUT at the bottom of the notes/outline doc I also have a section for scenes that I absolutely can't get out of my head and need to write down right the fuck now. For example Monica’s induction in TFG was written waaay before anything else, so was the sambucky reunion in that fic. But, because I placed it at the bottom of a separate doc, the fic was still technically written in order 😌 makes perfect sense, I know lol.

Then whenever I finish a bullet point in the outline, I color it off the list. This process helps me keep track of what has been done and what still needs to happen. Seeing how much I've completed also really helps to keep me motivated, plus the colors are fun! Helps with sticking to what i had planned too, i find if i don't follow outlines, the scenes and characterization kind of jump all over the place. Mostly i only have some time on weekends to write so knowing exactly what i need to write and how i need to write it beforehand is key to me. Having the outline done before I start means I have a week to play those scenes out in my head or play with the dialogue until it sounds right.

If I get stuck, I read either a book or my favorite fics, do some art, or just leave it be until inspo strikes again.

And I think that’s about it. Don’t know if this is what you were looking for but there you have it 😂

💕

I’m always happy to get asks about my fics and writing, so don’t be shy!

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indigosunsetao3 · 4 days

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🍑 and 🍇 for the ask game, please!

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about what would it be? How would it work?

Making me pick a favorite, haha. Well Soap wins that fight, but I do love them all. I think I would connect Soap to Marvel, specifically the Bucky/Steve/Sam trio. The military background would tie in perfectly and Soap could easily fit into that group. They need an elite soldier contact in Europe? He’d be the one to call. Also, we all know Soap survived that shot in the tunnel, so he’s a super solider. I don’t make the rules.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Peril scenes. Honestly, it doesn’t matter where it's from or what is happening. If someone is in peril and needs rescuing I want to write it. Even better if it’s a “your life at the expense of mine” scenario. I find myself watching and reading stories with this scenario and I'll instantly do character inserts and figure out how I would write it. About to drown? Best believe Gaz is going to shove his mask on your face even if the surface is too far away for him to hold his breath to get to. If you're being held at gun point, Alex is going to nail that guy right between the eyes even with four guns trained on him. Soap is going to make that self sacrifice call to keep you from that killing shot, never mind he doesn't have his vest on. Ghost won’t hesitate to use his bare hands to crush a man’s throat to keep him from hurting you, he doesn’t care about the fact he’s bleeding out. And Price? Man is going to using his last breath to push you out from the room before the bomb goes off. Well shit…now I have to go write these out for real -adds to list-

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stuckylibrary · 2 years

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Please reply to this post if you know one of the fics mentioned in this ask. Thank you so much in advance!

Anonymous 1 asked:

Hey I'm looking for a fiction I read while ago. Bucky still has the trigger words and Steve and Shuri try to give word a positive meaning to get rid of them. Steve tells a story and the words are in it.

Anonymous 2 asked:

I don't remember much but Steve is a CEO of Rogers Inc. and Bucky is his assistant or a temp or something and one day they're having a private meeting and hook up and get together but they have to keep it secret and then it gets really dramatic and Pepper catches them one day and makes them confess to everyone.

Anonymous 3 asked:

hiya!! I lost track of a fic, it’s one where Bucky dies and hydra creates a baby clone of him, but the clone gets rescued by the avengers when he’s like three years old and grows up with a twin sister, and is best friends with a trans Sam Wilson. He goes by James and doesn’t find out about his past until he’s older. Steve shows up eventually? If you could help I would really appreciate it thank you!!

Anonymous 4 asked:

i'm looking for a fic that i read a WHILE ago and i've looked everywhere for it but basically it was a/b/o i'm p sure but the main thing was steve and bucky were apart of this pack that would go running in the park or something and their wolves kept ending up together but when they switched back they acted like it never happened

Anonymous 5 asked:

hi mods! i've been trying to find a fic i read a long time ago but having no luck. in the fic, steve is a witch and bucky was turned into an animal (something small, might've been a cat), the specific details are fuzzy but the story starts with steve finding animal!bucky outside in the rain then bringing him back home to take care of. near the end of the story bucky transforms back and they get together (i think they had sex too?)

jumpingfromshiptoship asked:

Okay, so I cannot find this fic for the life of me. I thought it was a 5+ fic, but I can’t find it in the tags. I remember it was post-AOU, Bucky lives in the Tower, and there are a lot of misunderstandings about their relationship. The first scene opens with Bucky wandering into Bruce’s lab, and he’s looking for Steve but he can’t find Steve because his phone is dead, and anyways at the end of the interaction Bruce is like maybe they arent just friends? The third vignette is Wanda walking into their apartment looking for help with a homework assignment, and sees them napping on the couch, she also wonders if they arent just friends? Finally it ends with Steve cooking breakfast for everyone and Bucky comes out of their bedroom covered in hickeys and there’s a whole conversation about yes, we’ve been together the whole time.

It was a one-shot, I think around 20K, and its not Build it Bigger Than the Sun. If someone knows what it is I would really appreciate it!!!!

Anonymous 6 asked:

Hi! I'm trying to find a fic that Steve writes Bucky a journal to help him remember their past. And I think there was some boy in the past and he was Steve and Bucky's neighbor and Bucky was jealous of him. Do you know that story? Thank you for your help

Anonymous 7 asked:

Hello - I've been searching for a very specific fic for a while. It's a WWII, Bucky centric fic where he's increasingly disillusioned by the war and Steve's naive outlook. There is one specific detail - Bucky carves sayings into knives such as "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil - for I am the baddest motherfucker in the valley," "Bury me face down so the world can kiss my ass." Thanks!

meepmorp007 asked:

hello! i lost this one fic and i can't find it, was hoping y'all might know the one i'm talking about! basically bucky and steve grow up together, only bucky is super wealthy and steve is his butler/best friend. at some point bucky gets disowned and he and steve get an apartment together. thank so much!

Anonymous 8 asked:

Can you help me find this fic?

Steve and Bucky are childhood friends. Steve is in love with him, and Bucky doesn't know. Steve works in a bakery. For Halloween, Steve dresses up as zorro and Bucky just loses it. When he sees Steve with someone he gets jealous and Steve gets mad at him. Bucky goes home to his mom for Thanksgiving and his mom helps him realize his feelings.

Anonymous 9 asked:

Hi!! I hope this reaches you well. I read this fic a while ago where alpha Steve and Omega Bucky go through their first heat together. However the heat was really intense and at the end they both end up in the hospital I believe. The fic was based around the idea of Compatibility and the more compatible a couple was the stronger the heat is. Thank you so much I hope this is enough detail.

Anonymous 10 asked:

Hey! This might be a bit vague but I'm looking for a fic where steve and bucky meet at a hospital when they're kids. At some point they start dating but then Bucky moves away. There's a step father involved (think his name was victor?). A few years later Steve is looking for a roommate and Bucky turns up and after a bit they get back together. Thank you in advance :)))

Anonymous 11 asked:

i'm looking for a fic i totally lost track of. all i remember is bucky and rebecca living in soviet russia and trying to get out. bucky worked for the mob and was a drug runner and had to stay in alaska for a time and met steve (undercover fbi agent) in a bar. it was only four or five chapters, but i remember the drug run went bad and bucky woke up in the hospital with steve sitting beside him at the end?

Anonymous 12 asked: (/others)

hello, looking for a fic, steve is in love wuth bucky but he thinks bucky is dating natasha because he and nat spend a lot of time together, bucky even buys her a ring and steve think they are engaged. steve and bucky do end up together in the end

Anonymous 13 asked:

Hi I'm looking for this amazing fic, I think it was slow burn. Also think it was set civil war era. Team cap were having to run away, across Europe. Had to split up and I believe it was just Bucky and Sam and they were in a hire care and Bucky was being a BAMF. I think there was a scene where to get away form the police Bucky made him and Sam jump off a bridge? Also something like mcdonalds being a place like home in Europe. I think their rendezvous code name was best hamburgers

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theycallmebecca · 2 years

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Drabble: Birthday Fantasy - One Year Later

So @nomadicpixel nagged me yesterday about stopping where I did on Birthday Fantasy but I was adamant that I wasn't writing more of that night... however, that didn't keep an idea from coming to me as a follow up to what happened after that night.

Like the first story this is for my Kinktober Bingo card @the-horniest-book-club, specifically for the Voyeurism square.

Title: Birthday Fantasy - One Year Later

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive, [audio] voyeurism themes

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context.

“I told you they wouldn’t be ready,” Bucky said smugly after he and Sam let themselves into the apartment you and Steve shared.

“How do you know they aren’t ready?” Sam asked. Then he heard what Bucky had.

“Oh god, oh god,” your voice carried down the hall.

“Sounds like our boy is doing a good job,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“He better not have stolen any of my moves,” Bucky muttered as you let out a cry that echoed through the apartment.

“And if he did?” Sam countered. “It’s for her pleasure, isn’t it?”

Bucky grunted his agreement that was followed by a long moan from Steve.

“I could have gone without hearing that sound from him again,” Sam muttered.

“Agreed.”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the love making happening somewhere else in the apartment.

“The decent thing to do would be to turn on the tv,” Sam pointed out.

“Yeah, but that might disrupt them and then they’d both be grumpy at dinner,” Bucky reasoned.

“True,” Sam conceded.

They both knew that they could just leave and wait for the happy couple at the restaurant, but neither offered it as a suggestion. Instead, they sat silently listening to their friends fucking.

“She’s about to come,” Bucky pointed out, a few minutes later.

“How can you tell?” Sam asked.

“I heard her come like five times that night,” Bucky stated with a shrug. “And once I hear a woman come, I never forget what it sounds like.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief.

Then you reminded them both of something from that night a year ago: you were a screamer.

“When Steve goes deaf, we’ll know why,” Bucky joked.

“His hearing has gone downhill since they started dating,” Sam observed.

———

Down the hall, you leaned in Steve’s embrace as you basked in the afterglow of sex.

It had been a year since you’d met him and had the wild once in a lifetime night with him and his best friends.

In the morning, you had planned to say goodbye to the three of them forever, but Steve had asked for your number. You hadn’t been sure, but when Bucky and Sam had nodded approvingly, you had given it to Steve.

“Bucky was right,” you said into Steve’s chest. “He said next year I’d have friends to celebrate my birthday with. And I do.”

“Friends that will probably be here soon to go to dinner,” Steve said. “We gotta get up and shower, again.”

You laughed and sat up. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

Steve was showered and dressed within ten minutes, but you took a little longer to get ready.

As you left the bedroom, you heard Steve speaking in hushed tones. Clearly Sam and Bucky had gotten to the apartment early.

“No, you said 6:30 pm,” Sam’s hushed voice replied to whatever Steve had said.

“You did, your text clearly says 6:30,” Bucky added.

Your eyes widened and you looked down at the watch Steve had given you for Christmas. It was nearly 7:30, which meant that the guys had been in the apartment when the two of you had been making love.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Sam’s voice rang out louder.

Startled, you looked up and saw him grinning at you from the mirror above the mantle that revealed your location in the hallway.

“It sounded like you two were enjoying yourself,” he said with a grin. “Besides, what is there to be embarrassed by when all four of us have seen each other orgasm.”

“And closely,” Bucky chimed him, unhelpfully.

Pushing your shoulders back, you made your way into the room where the three men were waiting for you.

“Happy birthday,” Sam and Bucky chorused. They each gave you a side hug and a kiss on the cheek while Steve watched.

Bucky’s hug lasted a few seconds longer than necessary and he loudly said, “Let me know if there’s anything that Steve needs some pointers on. I’d be happy to talk him through a few things if it makes you smile like that.”

“Instead of worrying about my love life, why don’t you worry about yours,” Steve offered, playfully putting Bucky in a headlock.

“Stop, you’re going to mess up his hair,” you told Steve. “He needs to look perfect.”

“Why?” The three men chorused.

“Because it’s my birthday,” you stated and then smiled. “And I might have invited some of my girlfriends to join us tonight. My single friends.”

Steve smiled to himself as Bucky and Sam bombarded you with questions as you led them out of the apartment with him following behind.

Had it been an accident that he had texted his friends to come over at 6:30 instead of 7:30? Yes. But while he knew Sam and Bucky were just friends with you now, he wanted to remind them that you were his and that the four of you would never be together intimately again.

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 6: A raven haired god.

Thor was in New Asgard, awaiting the arrival of someone he missed immensely.

“Brother!” The blond exclaimed when Loki appeared in a green shimmer and ran to him, enveloping him in a tight hug.

“I. Can't. Breathe.” The god said while his brother was squeezing him.

“Right, sorry.” He said letting go. “So, how was the trip around the realms huh?”

“I'll tell you after I shower.”

“Of course, I convinced Stark to give you the biggest room in the structure, he even decorated the room with your colors!”

“Oh, how kind of him.” Loki said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Even after fighting against Thanos with them, they still didn't trust him enough to let him free of their invigilation.

“Don't be like that, they were all kind enough to accept you into their home, after New York.” He hated being reminded of it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

They got into the quinjet that the avengers tended to lend the blonde Asgardian to travel back and forth from New Asgard and made their way to the compound.

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Standing in front of the big glass doors, Loki felt anxious, but of course, he hid it perfectly well behind an expressionless mask.

“Now remember, be nice.” He looked at his older brother with a mocking expression and the other one sighed. “As nice as you can be. Please. Specifically to-”

“Yes, yes. You've told me already, the new mortal.” His brother was very insistent on this new asset in the team, Y/N, if he recalled well. Apparently she was some sort of universe traveller and had some powers, but Thor was very adamant about him being kind to her, for reasons unknown to him. But he didn't care, mostly.

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Y/N was sitting at the counter in the kitchen chatting with Nat and Bruce when Thor appeared in the doorway. He had been gone for three weeks, taking care of some things in New Asgard.

“Thor!” She jumped from her seat and went to him to wrap her arms around him, and in response he hugged her tighter and lifted her off the floor.

“Lady Y/N! I missed you!” He exclaimed.

“I missed you too, Thunderboy!” She said as he put her down. Peeking behind him, she saw God. Well, not God per se, but a god. A certain god she knew very well, even though he did not know her at all.

“Thor,” she paused. “That is Loki.” She ended the sentence matter-of-factly pointing to him. The raven haired god lifted his eyebrows in question but was startled when she smiled the brightest smile he had ever seen. To him. The others just nodded in his direction and left.

“Yes, Lady Y/N, my brother Loki. Loki, Lady Y/N.” Thor introduced them.

“Hi! It's so nice to meet you!” She said nervously. He just gave a nod. “Aren't the others going to welcome him?” She asked Thor but the face he gave her told her everything she needed to know. “Right,” she said sheepishly.

“Lady Y/N, why don't you show my brother to his room, it is the big one on your floor.”

“Sure! Um…” She was doubtful, perhaps she was afraid, Loki thought. “Come with me. Do you have any baggage or something?” She asked.

“I do not.” Not of clothes.

“Oh, okay.”

They got into the elevator and made their way to the floor where their rooms were. Y/N guided him along a hall and signaled to a dark wooden door.

“This is your room, mine is over there.” She pointed to a grey door at the beginning of the long hall. “We are the only ones on this floor, which is good, because everyone here is lovely but they tend to be very loud very early…” She chuckled and he cocked an eyebrow.

“How long have you been here?” He asked out of curiosity.

“Um,” she looked at the ceiling, thinking. “Six months, give or take.”

“And why did you come here?”

“I'll answer your questions once you get settled, you're probably tired.” He nodded, he knew she was telling the truth, she wasn't refusing to answer, yet she wasn't eager to do it.

“Right, yes.” He opened his door to reveal a big room, by midgardian standards. Before closing the door, the mortal, called him. The way she said his name made him shiver. He turned around impasible.

“Thor left a bag in the closet with some clothes in case you want to change and I put some books in the bag too that I think you could like, maybe… anyway, if you need anything, anything, either company or a water bottle, let me know.” She breathed, finally. “Oh! And welcome.” She gave him a shy but sweet smile. He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes, too many thoughts in his mind. But nonetheless, he decided to speak.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

And with that she left and he closed his door.

Soon enough, dinner was served at the dining table. Y/N came down last and saw that everyone was there, except for Loki. She waited until dinner finished, in case he came down later, but when he didn't she put some food on a plate and grabbed a tray.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked.

“Taking some food to Loki, he's probably hungry.”

“And what are you, his servant?” He said, his tone venomous.

“Stark, leave Lady Y/N alone. She's kind with everyone, let her be.” Thor said calmly but with a firm voice. “Thank you.” He said now looking at her. She smiled a shy and sweet smile, as she always did.

“Of course.”

After that, she left the dining room and went to the elevator. Walking nervously down the hall, she approached his door.

“Loki,” she called to him, unable to knock due to the tray in her hands. “It's Y/N, I brought you some food in case you were hungry.” No answer. “Loki? Are you there?” She asked now, confused, but then realized that perhaps he didn't want to see anyone. On the other side of the door, there was a very confused god. “Okay, I'll leave you the tray here, if you need anything just tell me.”

Right when she was turning around she heard the door open. A nervous Loki was standing in the doorway, with a long sleeved black shirt and dark grey sweatpants, but being a professional at hiding his feelings, all Y/N could see was a stoic god. Grabbing the food and then looking at her, he asked:

“Why?”

“What?” She asked, confused.

“Why did you do this and why do you keep telling me that if I need anything I can let you know? Are you planning to lure me in and then kill me mortal?” Y/N laughed and he was pleased with the sound.

“If I was planning to kill you I wouldn't tell you.” She said with the obvious. He gave a nod, agreeing.

“And the other question?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Loki, may I come in? Your food must be getting cold and this is an uncomfortable place to have a conversation.” He lifted his eyebrows, she was shy, that was obvious, but she was also honest, which battled with her shyness. ”I'll answer all your questions.”

He stepped aside and motioned for her to come in with a movement of his head. His room was big, much more bigger than hers, probably because Tony took in consideration that he was a prince.

“You may sit down, if you want to.” He pointed to the bed and she nodded timidly and sat at the edge of one side. He sat in front of her, with his back against the headboard and the tray on his legs. “Are you going to answer now?” If she wasnt so nervous about being in his room alone with him, she probably would have noticed the jokingness in his tone.

“Right.” She sighed. “So, I'm from another universe. The thing is, in that universe you all are characters from a movie franchise called Marvel.” He seemed confused but wanted to let her finish. “So since you are a character in the other universe and I've watched you in movies, I know a bit more about you than the others.” He nodded with furrowed eyebrows. “But the same goes with everyone else! I know a bit more about them than the rest, because I watched them in the movies.”

“I have a movie?” He asked, surprised.

“No,” she said sheepishly, “but you have a TV show!”

“Hm, so how does that answer what I asked you? Why are you kind to me?” He inquired, again.

“Loki, that is a weird question to ask. I'm kind to you because you are a… I was going to say person but… let's settle with being with a consciousness, and you deserve as much kindness as the others do. Also I know you, a little, and you're not… evil.” She finished the sentence and felt stupid for every word that came out of her mouth, she was about to apologize for ever opening it, until he smiled. It was brief, and she would have missed it if she blinked. But he smiled, and it was beautiful.

“So, a weird question huh?” He asked, now more relaxed.

“Yeah, why would you ask someone why they treat you with basic decency? Imagine going around and asking every person who doesn't kill you why they don't kill you!” She exclaimed, flailing her arms to make a point about how ridiculous it was. This time, he chuckled. He actually made a sound of contentment. Because of what she said.

They fell into a comfortable silence while he was eating until Y/N noticed a book on his nightstand.

“So, you chose Romeo and Juliet.”

“I did. Have you read it?” He put the tray aside and sat more comfortably.

“Yes, I did. What are your thoughts on it from what you've read?”

“Oh, I finished it.” He said nonchalantly.

“You what? What are you, a robot? You only got here today.” She said, shocked. He just shrugged with a small smile.

“I had nothing to do and it's a good piece of literature.”

“Okay, since you are a robot and finished it… tell me everything.” Her demand was innocent, she was clearly talking about the book. But Loki felt the compulsion to tell her everything.

“I quite enjoyed it. A tragic romance, who doesn't like those?”

“A tragic romance.” She drew out the words. “I just think it's tragic, maybe there is a bit of romance, but it's not the main plot.”

“How so?” He asked, intrigued.

“It's the story about two teenagers who were brought up in families where hate was more prominent than love, which in return made them fantasize about the perfect love, or what a lot of people call true love. So yes, there is romance, but the thing is, why is there romance? Why did they fall in love so quickly and so recklessly?” She looked deeply into his eyes, “I think it's because when all you know is hate and you find something that might just be love, you take it and you nurture it, no matter how fleeting it might actually be.”

He had the urge to just never speak again, to let what she said be the last thing. Yet, he realized, she was probably waiting for an answer.

“That is a beautiful reflection.” He said. She chuckled nervously. “I don't think I could add anything worthy of saying to that.”

“Thank you,” she told him. “I should probably go to my room now, I bothered you enough for one night.” She started to get up.

“Of course,” he responded.

Before she left down the hallway he called her.

“Mortal,” she turned around, “you didn't bother me, in fact, it was… not as dreadful as I thought it would be.” That was a lie, he never thought that she could be dreadful, yet he wasn't brave enough to tell her that. Y/N smiled.

“Goodnight Loki.”

“Goodnight mortal.”

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Vendetta - Unity (13)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: talk of sexual assault, angst

Autor’s note: People love throwing glasses in this story. Not just in this chapter but in general. Huh, interesting.

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 4100+

Chapter twelve

Vendetta Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Unity (13)

It’s crowded in the small apartment. Yelena is sitting on the couch between Steve and Sam, glaring at the redhead that was invited by Stark. Wade was sitting on a barstool, awkwardly staring into the ceiling rather than the people present. Scott was aside in a corner, humming a tune while picking dirt from behind his nails. Everyone could feel the tension between Yelena and Natasha and yet no one dared to say a word to them about it.

All of them were bruised or patched due to the attack that happened at the funeral. Sam had a wound on his head which resulted in having his head bandaged, covering the stitches. They all looked defeated – hell, they literally were. Hydra decided to play dirty again and so far, they were winning.

There were two bottles of vodka standing on the coffee table. The first round of shots was already poured and drunk. No one dared to speak. They all seemed exhausted and ready for bed. But they needed to stick together and mourn the loss of their men. Some were killed during the attack, including Chao – Y/N’s trusted man.

The door to the apartment opened. Bucky and Y/N stepped inside in silence, both checking out the people. It seemed as if it was all lost but it wasn’t, not yet. They all were in pain, tired. However, they were determined to break someone’s jaw – that’s what Yelena looked like when Y/N’s eyes found her friend’s face. She was pissed.

“Seven dead, including Chao,” said the blonde when Y/N and Bucky took off their jackets and joined the circle. “Many harmed, including us.”

“Your father doesn’t need a cremation anymore. Hydra did it right in front of our eyes,” Wade commented when he poured himself another shot of vodka.

“And it gets better,” Y/N remarked sarcastically and waved with a document she brought. “For those who don’t know, Hydra came to the funeral with only two intentions – to harm us and to take away Queens from me.”

Who seemed surprised were Wade, Scott and Natasha. These people didn’t hear about the contract closed between Hydra and Attila. “What do you- What do you mean, Y/N? Wade asked. “I thought your father gave you everything, including the business. How come now it’s different?”

“That, my friend, is an answer we need to find. Yes, my father gave me the business and I officially became the boss once he was poisoned and remained unconscious. Everything was prepared by the lawyers we have. Unfortunately, this contract is something not many of us knew. This document was signed around the time I was in the military.”

Y/N handed the document to Wade who checked it with Scott looking at it through his shoulder. “Sixty days?” Wade almost shouted. “Wait kind of a fucking joke is this? Also, it specifically says 60 days after Attila’s death. He’s been dead for two fucking weeks already.”

“Has he always been such a drama queen?” Natasha pointed a finger at him. Everyone ignored the question and so she continued. “I mean, I wouldn’t see it that dark. There has to be a loophole.”

“A loophole?” Sam raised a brow.

“Yes, a loophole – it technically allows you to avoid a scope of a law or restriction without directly violating the contract or the law.”

“You think Hydra wouldn’t think of it?” Yelena frowned at her half-sister. “Think about it, Natasha. Those fuckers have everything under control, even this.”

“There is always a loophole,” Natasha replied strictly. “If you have a good lawyer, they might be able to help you find something. Or maybe, your father made his own loophole that might prevent giving up the Queens.”

“Attila would have to have an ounce of a healthy brain to come up with something like that,” said Wade, not caring how he talked about Y/N’s dead father.

Suddenly, the people started to talk at the same time, bickering about the contract that Hydra had signed Attila. They were coming up with many ridiculous ideas it only brought Y/N a headache.

Was there anything she could do now? Her eyes went from one person to another. It slowly hit her that all of those people, standing in the living room, were putting their lives at risk for her and her mess. Mad Man Attila caused this – he made sure to complicate everything and give Hydra anything they wanted. She thought they could all form an alliance and work together to defeat Hydra. But as she kept looking around, she knew she was endangering the people that meant something to her.

The relationships changed and they all bonded over the several months.

“I’m giving you all a clean break from all of this,” Y/N’s voice said firmly and loudly. Immediately, she had everyone’s attention. “I can’t put your lives at risk because of the mistakes my father made. It- It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Wait a minute,” Yelena was quickly on her feet, stomping towards her. “You are giving up?”

“I’m not giving up, Yelena. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt because of this. You all should be protecting your own territory and family. It was a mistake to bring you into this mess,” she sighed.

“No,” Bucky shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. It was good you brought us into it because thanks to you, we’ve learnt the truth. Hydra was manipulating us for years and we were blind.”

“Bucky’s right,” Steve agreed. “Think about what could have happened if you didn’t present us the evidence that Hydra stole cargo from us and set up this mess. We would have destroyed your family and split Queens.”

“You are a good boss, Fox,” Tony grinned at her. “We are in this together, no matter how it ends. You can always count on us.”

“There you go,” Bucky smiled at her. “The Alliance stands together and united. Together, we will get rid of those fuckers and get back where it all started.”

Yelena giggled like a child. “I feel like I am in a movie. Such speeches, much wow,” she commented.

Y/N bit her lower lip to hold the laugh that wanted to escape her throat. “Alright then, it’s settled. Now, let’s move and plan some work ahead,” she took the phone out of a pocket and dialled Peter’s number, waiting for him to pick it up.

Peter: Hi, Y/N.

Y/N: Hey cutie. Listen, I have a job for you. Are you up for it?

Peter: Anything for you. How can I help?

Bucky had a sour face and Yelena wanted to laugh at him. He was jealous and it was evident. How could he be jealous of a young boy? Well, he wasn’t a boy but was way younger than Y/N. He cleared his throat loudly and frowned at the blonde.

Y/N: I know you are not a lawyer but I believe you know someone that will help you with the following assignment. I’m going to send you a picture of a contract that my father closed with Hydra. I need you to find out if there’s a loophole. Your job will be rewarded as usual. If you succeed, I’ll throw in even more money. What do you say?

Peter: Sure, just send it through the secured mail. Wait, are you guys still together?

Y/N: Yeah. I need you to rest, pretty boy. It’s been a tough day at the funeral and you’ve been hurt. Take care, Parker.

Once the call ended, the first thing she did was to look directly into Bucky’s blue eyes. There was something different inside of them. As if he was pissed that she flirted a tiny bit with her intelligent IT boy that has been in her life for over a year and a half.

“Wade, Yelena, I need both of you to go back into the mansion and destroy every room to find a secret document or something that would reverse the contract.” Wade was about to protest but Y/N continued. “You don’t have to do it now. I want you to rest. There is still time to figure things out.”

“I just wanted to say,” Wade raised his hand as if he was at school, “that I need to do some other job that I have planned, plus, I need to be with Vanessa. It’s our anniversary.”

“What are you celebrating this time?” Y/N kinked a brow. “The first time you tried anal?”

Everyone’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Sam chuckled and Steve only shook his head, not commenting on it.

“No,” Wade seemed to hurt. “We celebrated that last month. This time, it is our real anniversary, thank you very much.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Wade, fine. I’m doing it because I love you.”

Tony clapped his hands to bring attention to himself. “Alright, moving on from a topic that I don’t want to hear anything about,” he shook his head in disgust.

“What, you’ve never tried anal?” Natasha mocked him.

He decided to completely omit the topic and get back to work. “I’ll send my men to the Long Island borders where we’ll have a better eye on them. I’ll pull some strings; maybe get better protection from the police – I provide them money, they provide more security.”

“We’ll do the same from our side,” Bucky joined.

“It’s settled,” said Y/N. “Please, everyone go and get some rest. We’ll stay in touch. You know what they say: fresh for the morrow.”

Slowly, one by one, they left the apartment. First, it was Natasha and Tony, followed by Scott and Wade. The Wolves were the last to leave. Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder gently before he left. He wanted to do something else – even thought about a kiss on the cheek, but she would murder him for it.

Once they were all gone, both women sat down on the couch and poured themselves another round of shots. It was nice being in a silent apartment after stressful events.

“You’ve been crying,” Yelena pointed at Y/N’s face which had tear stains on her cheeks. They had ruined the heavy makeup she wore and some of the bruising was more evident than before. “What happened?”

“Great,” she shook her head. “So I’ve been walking around like this and no one told me about it,” she was annoyed. Quickly, she ran into the bathroom where she took off the rest of the makeup. Some places were sore due to the bruising and she still looked beaten. Staring at her reflection, she was disgusted by the way her face played with colours. “A lot of things happened, Yelena,” said Y/N when she left the bathroom.

“Wow,” the blonde was startled when she noticed Y/N’s face. “It looks bad and it’s been only a day since Klaue beat you. Glad your eyes are fine and not swollen.”

Y/N sat back on the couch and sighed. “Oh fuck, shit, in 24 hours a lot of things happened and I can’t process it.”

“Well, start talking!”

“You know how I told you about Hydra knowing what happened to me back in the military? Well, there is more to this,” she gulped dryly. She had to go back to the past again and her stomach started to hurt. “Today, as Barnes and I went back into the mansion, I had an unexpected and unpleasant surprise there. A surprise that made me want to kill myself for a moment. There were rose petals all over the hallway, leading into the dining room. There was a projector set on the dining table that played photos of the night.”

“T-the night? Do you mean the night they raped you?”

She nodded carefully. “Yeah. I had no idea they were taking photos of me, Lenka. And what’s worse, Barnes saw it all. He saw the pictures of the moments I keep coming back to; the moments that haunt my life even until today.”

“What?!”

“He was there and seen it all. He knows what happened to me,” she sighed and lowered her eyes to her hands. “H-He was very sweet though. I thought he would keep his distance but he held me in his arms and was there for me, while I went through the rollercoaster of emotions.” Her fists clenched and she licked her lips. “I-it made me feel something among all of those emotions. I must admit that I was so glad he was there. I don’t know how I would react if I was there all alone.”

“Shit,” Yelena exhaled all the oxygen she kept inside her lungs. “A-are you okay now? I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. But, Barnes did a hell of a good job,” she put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m very sorry, Y/N.”

And just then, another revelation escaped her mouth. “I kissed him,” she admitted.

“What?! What the fuck? When?”

“Last night, when I was drunk and emotionally vulnerable,” she explained. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Just the opportunity was there and I took it. I fucking took it.” Y/N’s brain was immediately filled with flashes of the moment she kissed him. “You know what’s interesting? He didn’t pull away immediately. He deepened the kiss. That fucker liked that I kissed him. Afterwards, he pulled back, telling me it was wrong or… something. I don’t know, the alcohol kicked back in.”

“Damn,” Yelena’s eyes sparkled. “I knew you still liked him,” she nudged her shoulder. “You two would be great together. Is he a good kisser?”

Y/N frowned at her friend but nodded. “It was very good.”

“Yeah, it was,” Yelena laughed.

Y/N tilted her head lightly and made a grimace. “Well and that is still not all,” she chuckled.

“What more could have happened in less than 24 hours?” Yelena quickly changed positions, kneeling on the couch, listening carefully.

“The death of Bucky’s parents wasn’t an accident,” she said, biting her lower lip. Her eyes found her hands again, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Klaue admitted that Hydra was behind the accident. He admitted that Rumlow and he made sure they wouldn’t survive. They used Bucky’s grief to manipulate him.” Without realising it, a tear escaped the corner of her right eye. Her heart was aching for him. “They played as well.”

“Shit,” that’s all the blonde could muster to say.

“It’s all going to shit, Lenka. We have to make a plan to stop this nonsense and destroy Hydra once and for all. Otherwise, I’ll lose everything and we all die. I don’t want that.”

“And do you have a plan?”

She shook her head. “Nothing much so far. We still have time, though. What we all need now is to rest and lay low. I think I’ve been repeating that for years now.” She reached for her phone and found Peter’s number. “I need to tell Bucky what really happened to his parents. He deserves to know.”

With Yelena’s approval, she dialled Parker’s number and waited for him to pick up the call. It took him a few beeps, but he managed to pick it up.

Peter: Hey, Y/N, sorry for the delay. I was just in the shower.

Y/N: That’s alright. I’m going to need one more favour from you. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but this won’t wait. This is crucial and needs to be done before the loophole I asked you to find.

Peter: Sure, Y/N, anything for you. What do you need?

Y/N: I need you to find anything about the car crash that happened to Bucky’s parents. The accident happened years ago. Hydra admitted to me they were the ones that killed them. We need evidence, photos, CCTV, anything you could provide me, I would be very thankful.

Peter: Shit, that’s rough. But, uh… sure, I will have a look into it and will send you anything that will pop up. I-I thought it was just an accident, nothing more.

Y/N: Well, more revelations are coming to the surface. Who knows what more is about to come to us.

Steve had his eyes locked on Bucky’s figure who kept fidgeting in the leather armchair. Something was eating him up, he could tell by looking at him. Usually, he was distressed or something was eating him up inside. The blond man tilted his head to the side. “What’s wrong, Buck?”

The brunet kept his mouth shut, looking directly into the fireplace that was lit up. They were all sitting in the living room, drinking some expensive scotch after a long, hard day. His head was filled with flashbacks of the moment it was revealed to him what happened to Y/N. His stomach twisted and turned. The photographs were appearing inside his mind, replaying like a film.

“He’s thinking about the Little Fox,” Sam laughed. “I’ve noticed how he keeps daydreaming about her. I mean, don’t get me wrong, but she deserves to be shut with a cock inside her mouth.”

Bucky glared at him. Sam was crossing a line.

“It would be a nice look though. Just imagine, looking down at her with-“

James darted out from the armchair and jumped at Sam, tackling him down on the floor. His eyes were on fire, ready to burn his friend alive. “Shut your fucking mouth, Wilson,” he warned him. He kept his forearm pressed against his neck, constricting him of oxygen.

“Dude, that the fuck?” his voice was hoarse.

Steve put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders and pulled him back, making him back away from Sam. The blonde helped his boss to his feet, shocked by the sudden reaction. “Buck, what the fuck happened? Why did you attack him? We usually joke like this.”

He brushed his short hair with fingers and then shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t ever say anything like this ever again, or I will shoot you in the head.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? We normally talked like this and suddenly you do this?” Sam stroked his neck. He could still feel some form of pressure. “Are you in love with her or what?”

Bucky grabbed the glass of scotch and took a sip. After he was done, he turned on his heel and smashed the glass into the fireplace. The fire multiplied and illuminated the whole room and yellow and orange colour. That simple move made his body relax a bit.

“Buck!” Steve called his name, concerned. “What happened?”

The boss pursed his lips, debating whether to tell them about Y/N’s assault or not. But he knew they needed an explanation. He would never harm Sam in any way. This was an impulse reaction. He then laughed, remembering her words. She knew he would tell them eventually.

“As I was with Y/N back in her house, I discovered something disturbing.” He licked his lips and sat back into the armchair. He could see both men were listening closely. “I know the whole deal with Killmonger – that piece of shit raped her when she was in the military,” he informed them. “And that fucker, with his two friends, made pictures of the whole act.” He was disgusted. With every word, he felt like he was about to throw up. His head turned to the side as if he tried to hold back the vomit that wanted to escape his throat. “I saw it all today. It was a surprise from Hydra for her.”

“Shit,” Sam sighed. His face turned a few shades lighter once he knew the truth. “Man, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t…”

“I saw the photos, Sam. It was disgusting. She was struggling, crying and yet they kept going. It’s,” he couldn’t continue. “She didn’t deserve it. No woman deserves it,” he stated. “It all makes so much sense to me. I’ve learnt a lot of things about her today and I have much respect for her.”

Steve brought Bucky a new glass, then reached for the bottle of alcohol and poured everyone another round. “Are you in love with her, Buck?” he had to ask him. “Answer honestly. You’ve changed since she came back into your life. I can see it. I’ve been looking at you two the entire time and I even feel the chemistry between you. So, are you?”

His finger brushed the rim of the glass, staring at it. Deep inside he knew the answer but was too afraid to fully admit it. Would it make him weaker? “Maybe, I don’t know,” was his answer after some thinking.

The door to the office was slightly ajar and Y/N could see Mr Barnes and her father discussing what she knew was business. They were smoking cigars while going through some documents. Two half-empty glasses were standing on a wooden tray next to a bottle.

Their wives were somewhere in the garden, chatting and drinking mimosas. Their presence wasn’t important, they’d say.

Y/N sighed and turned on her heel, quietly walking down the hallway to the stairs. No one was giving her attention per usual. They all had things to discuss and talk about… something, and no one gave a shit about her. She fixed her black sweater and hopped down the stairs one by one, humming something under the nose.

Why was it okay for her father to have a bigger belly and not for her? Why were there stupid comments about her appearance but no one dared to say a word about Mr Barnes’s weird nose or the fact that her father had weird looking legs?

As she was about to turn to the dining room, she heard her brother’s voice, laughing as he was talking to none other than young Bucky Barnes. Slowly, silently like a mouse, she approached the entrance into the living room and pushed her chubby body to the wall. Carefully, she peeked from behind the corner and looked at the older boys who kept playing a game together. Why didn’t they invite her to play with them?

She frowned and nibbled on her lower lip. Bucky was a cute boy, she had to admit – hell, he was the only boy, except her brother, she knew.

“Ew, Y/N, stop slobbering and go to hell you creep,” Danny barked at her when he found her spying on them.

Bucky’s eyes met with her for a brief moment before she managed to run away. He looked at his friend and frowned at him. He didn’t like that behaviour. His mother taught him to let others join no matter what.

Y/N found a secure place in the library that her father built not long ago. It smelled like wood and paper. She loved spending time there. It was also a great place to study.

She was sitting behind the desk, reading a book and writing down some notes. It helped her to silence the world around her. Her goal was to be educated. If she wanted to have some respect in the family, she needed to learn and earn her place between Foxes. Danny had it easier. He was a boy; therefore, he had some level of respect already.

But she didn’t know that Bucky was watching her too. He noticed her long ago but never talked to the girl. His mother was annoying, always making comments about him and Y/N being together. His mother was the best mother he could ever have. She was pretty, and smart and always taught him how to behave towards other people. But the teasing…

A hand landed on his shoulder, patting him roughly. He knew it was his father. “Son,” he started to talk with that strong, instructive voice. “One day, you will need a strong woman by your side. Not every woman will be able to deal with this world we live in. It might take some time, but you will find the one that will be able to bear the heaviness of our world.”

It made sense. Their world was dark, and risky but filled with money and luxury. Bucky knew that when the time comes, he’d become the head of the family. He would need a strong woman by his side – strong, loving and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.

“And, who knows,” old Barnes continued. “The right one might be closer than you think she is.”

Bucky sighed. Would it be too bad if he chose Y/N to be the one when they are older? She was living in the same world, dealing with the same stuff as him. But he knew his father would never approve. He always commented on the way she looked. Why did it matter?

Y/N frowned and snapped her head towards the Barnes's as they were leaving her sight. Of course, she heard what he told his son. Boys were mean, she was now sure of it.

Chapter fourteen

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antiquarianfics · 9 months

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Hi :) I need an advice Kyra. This might be personal but how do you write? I have so many story ideas (short story or novel) but I don't know how to start writing them. I'm a bit introverted and I dont go out much if I dont need to buy something. And for writing, you need to know places,etc. , right?

Btw, I want to send this via message but it seems I can't.

Honestly, the best advice I can give you is to just start. You can’t edit what isn’t there.

Sometimes, it’s best to break an idea apart and write one part at a time. Like an essay, you write the thesis, and then you explain the thesis in the body. In creative writing, you write a line, and you explain it. For example, if my idea is that Bucky Barnes and Y/N hate each other and have to share one bed, I might start with something like:

If Bucky Barnes could pick anyone on Earth or Space to share a bed with, he’d sooner pick the raccoon that tried to steal his arm than Y/N Y/L/N.

I took the basic idea, and I wrote a line that expresses that idea. Next, I would go on to explain why Bucky would rather sleep next to Rocket Raccoon than Y/N. Once I explain that, I’d move onto the situation: How did they get here?

It’s not that Y/N isn’t a good person, but everything she does just grates his nerves. Sometimes it’s the little things like she sits in the chair he was planning on taking at dinner, or she sings a song that he hates while she trains. Sometimes it’s more obvious things like how she always sides with Sam in the field, or she specifically pulls up fanfiction about him and reads it aloud while she follows him around.

So now that he’s in the safe house after a long, exhausting mission and discovered it’s small, and that there’s only one bed, he wants to scream.

Then you just expand upon that.

If you need a visual, consider the plot mountain. Think back to middle school English. What’s the exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution?

In our example, the exposition is introducing the characters as Bucky and Y/N and the conflict. The rising action would be the characters arguing over who gets the bed and then choosing to share. The climax, or the turning point, might then be the two realizing they’re actually comfortable with one another and feel safe in each other’s arms. The falling action would be them discussing this development, and the conclusion would be them getting together. Note how the story follows a basic structure that can be easily followed. Taking the time to map out the story can help you get started.

As far as the needing to know places, you really don’t. It can be helpful if you’re familiar with different environments that you write about, but you can also learn about said places through documentaries, articles, etc.

In the case of fanfiction, you can just pull from the media. So when I write Bucky, I set the story in Louisiana at the Wilsons’, or Bucky’s apartment, or the Avenger’s Compound. I make up the rest. And with original work, you can make up places. I mean, Middle Earth (Lord of the Rings) is made up and follows its own rules and customs. Gotham City (Batman) is based on real places, but it’s made up so it could be whatever the writer wanted.

Don’t focus on super specific things like the color of a shirt or the name of a setting. Focus on the plot. What was the idea? Did you write about it? After that is on paper, you can edit the parts that aren’t cohesive and adjust the specifics. But like I said, you can’t edit what doesn’t exist, so the best thing to do is to just write something.

I wish you the best of luck!

#kyra says things sometimes

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bbyboybucket · 9 months

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For the ask game - 1, 3, 14, 20, 21, 42

Thanks for asking love 😚

1. ONE SHOTS. I can’t do multi chapter. Even way back in my early fanfic days, I would try to do them and then I’d just never finish them, I’d never update again. For me, they start strong and with every chapter the quality greatly declines. And even if I do finish a multi chapter, it’ll be deleted in like a month bc I’ll hate it so much 😂 I just stay far away from them

3. I’m a lazy writer most of the time 😭. Usually either I’m day dreaming about a scenario or I just have vague idea/headcanon. And I mean sometimes it is VAGUE, like borderline nothing. Then I think to myself “hmmm. this could maybe be entertaining to other people.” Then I brainstorm how to turn it into a story and make a little note of the important stuff I wanna include, or if I’m feeling fancy I do an outline. Then I write all the fun stuff or whatever pops first up in my stream of consciousness, and then I go back in later and connect the all dots lol.

14. When I do emotional stuff, I definitely do draw from experience sometimes but I always try to put myself in whatever characters shoes and try to imagine that feeling. But I only base off myself to an extent because you know, you have to go off of your character’s personality and obviously how I feel things is different than what they would.

But I draw from sympathy a lot too? Like I kinda think about what would make me wanna comfort them the most 😂 Another thing when it comes to emotional writing is I try to mix in an objective stand point, if that makes sense? I feel like I need to do that to keep things grounded and from being over dramatized, but I def still get carried away sometimes 😂

I feel like none of this answer made sense so I hope you kinda get what I’m saying lol

20. I definitely have my things. I write friends to lovers so much it’s my staple. Wether it’s self insert or a ship, I always do it. I do banter a lot, even if it’s just a little bit off the top of my head and half-assed, banter always makes an appearance. I haven’t reread my own stuff in a while, so I can’t think of specifics but I know for sure that there’s words and phrases that I reuse a lot.

21. I’ve honestly never really thought about it before but I probably would be open to it bc two heads are better than one. Especially since I hold myself back bc my weakness is more plot intensive things, I usually can only come up with half the idea, so I definitely feel like I’d enjoy mixing my half with someone else’s. I also just think it’d be fun because it’d be catered to me but it’d feel fresh because parts of it would come from another person

42. Holding Onto You by SunsetMaiden. It’s so very cute and sweet, it’s very domestic and I think they write both Sam and Bucky very well, so I def do recommend. Sadly I couldn’t get the link to work though 😔

#ask games #asks

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idy-ll-ique · 2 years

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dreams, memories

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut (soulmate AU)

warnings: smut, talks about bucky's past as the winter soldier

requested: nope

word count: ~2.6k

summary: bucky and y/n are soulmates. this is how they meet.

author's note: hiya peeps! sorry for the big break, enjoy! editing this real quick: i JUST saw doctor strange, like i came back from the theatre 20 mins ago, and ive had this fic written since 2 days. the dreams and memories thing... i had no idea 😂😂 what a wonderful coincidence!

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"No!" Y/N screamed, waking up in cold sweat. She breathed heavily, looking down at her left arm, touching every part of it to make sure she was okay. Then she ran her palms over her face. "This is fucking ridiculous," she muttered and got up from her bed. "Not again…" Her bed was covered in sweat. Turning on the air conditioner in her room to dry up her bed and also make it a little cool, Y/N left her room to make herself some late-night coffee.

The dreams she had every night were horrible. It was always from the point of view of a particular man; everyday, he was strapped to a chair and people, usually in white lab coats that made her think they were doctors, did disgusting and inhumane things to him. The screams of the man echoed in her head, mixed with her own screams. She was yet to know who the man was; the only thing she knew about him was the fact that he was her soulmate.

Example, person A and person B were soulmates. The way it worked was that person A's memories would serve as dreams for person B and vice versa. So who was this man, who had such painful and abhorrent memories? She wondered if that person had dreams of her memories as well. Maybe he'd seen the time she had, once a long time ago, embarrassed herself on stage at a school function. Or the time she had thrown a party for her friends after getting first rank in an exam.

She had memories good and bad, as all people do, but her soulmate… it seemed as though he had been through more bad things than good. Sometimes, she saw memories of a science exhibition— specifically a flying car— but the exhibition seemed to have happened in a time so far back that it felt weird. Maybe it was a themed exhibition? Then other times, her dreams consisted of war; specifically, World War 2. She saw guns and explosives mostly used in that particular battle, and after confirming a few things from the internet…

Was her soulmate an old man?

If he had fought in the second World War, he must've been born in the early 1900s, and that would make him… above hundred?! Y/N choked on her coffee at the realisation and coughed, wiping her face. "My soulmate's a hundred year old man?! What the fuck!" She hurriedly finished her coffee, kept the mug away and went back to her room, falling into a peaceful slumber.

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"Morning, Barnes."

Bucky nodded his head in greeting, making a beeline for the coffee machine. He'd woken up only 15 minutes ago. "How did you sleep, what kinda dream did you have?" Bucky looked at Steve, who was seated next to Sam. "A college lecture. The professor told a funny story and she laughed. Her laugh's kinda cute." Steve grinned. "That's fucking amazing! Only if there was some way we could find out who this lady of yours is…" Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, bringing the cup to his lips.

"She's not mine yet, Steve, calm down."

"What do you think about the dreams she must be having?" Sam quietly asked and Bucky's head shot up. Of course, that thought hadn't occurred to him at all! How horrifying were her dreams?! Was she getting proper sleep?! What if her dreams— his memories— kept her awake all night and scared the living crap out of her? "Fucking shit," he cursed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck— if only we can find each other—" Steve got up to calm his best friend but Bucky kept his coffee-filled mug down, turning to the door. "I need a walk."

He left the communal area and walked out of the Avengers Compound, running his fingers over his head. He'd never, ever even thought about what she must've been going through because of him; how thoughtless of him!

He still remembered the first night he'd had a dream. Back in the 40's, he never dreamt, because of course, unbeknownst to him, Y/N wasn't born yet. Years passed. HYDRA captured him and while in captivity, he had his first dream. It was an odd dream; the point of view was such that he realised his soulmate at the time… was a baby. Bucky tried not to think about it much. At least he was having dreams, and about such sweet things, too, a complete contrast to the situation he was in.

The dreams kept him going. He saw glimpses of humanity in those dreams of his, and the thought that the world outside was mostly a beautiful place, it helped immensely. Once more, years passed by like a breeze. His soulmate grew older; a teenager, a college student and soon, a working adult. By the time she became a working adult, Bucky had successfully joined the Avengers, no longer a part of HYDRA.

As he walked around aimlessly, his mind drifted in the opposite direction. While he had those lovely, humane dreams, what must his soulmate have gone through? From her birth, all that she must've seen were scenes of torture, him killing people in his mindless state, him forced to be in a confined room with no human contact other than the doctors and HYDRA workers… to have to see all that since a young age seemed a nightmare.

He couldn't believe he had put his poor soulmate through all that. Then, another thought occurred:

What if she rejected him for all he made her go through?

Over the years, Bucky lost a lot. He gained a few things along the way too, no doubt, but he lost more than he gained. His early days were spent looking after his sister and Steve, then as a young adult, he was forced into war, and after that… well, HYDRA. Now he had a stable enough life; sure, he risked his life every now and then but hey, things were going pretty good as of late. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate, the woman destined to be with him, but things seemed difficult.

First off, he didn't have a clue as to what her identity was. Sure he saw hints in his dreams, he noted them all down as well, but he could not pinpoint the woman. One time he found out she worked in retail, but which store? Which branch? No idea. Shaking his head, Bucky looked around. He saw a Starbucks nearby; remembering the fact that he hadn't had his morning cup of coffee yet, he decided to get some.

Bucky entered the place, observing it as he walked up to the barista. After placing his order, he went to find an empty seat and finally sat at the table behind a lady who was talking on the phone. He kept quiet, unknowingly listening in on her conversation. “Yeah, I know, I just remembered this one time in class, remember how the professor told us that story about his kid?”

Bucky paused at that. “I know, the poor dude had to pay for messing with our professor! That story is seriously so funny, oh my God—” He abruptly stood up, his eyes wide. His dream that day, the professor in his dream, the story, her laugh— holy shit. It was her! Bucky turned and walked to her table, making her look up. Her eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Hey Jeannette, I’ll call you back,” she whispered and ended the call. “Mr Barnes, what can I do for you?”

“You, uh—” he stammered, “The story you were telling your friend right now— may I ask you something personal, miss?” the lady gestured to the empty seat in front of her and Bucky sat, running his fingers through his hair. “This one time in high school, you came first in a class test, a Geography test if I remember correctly— did you or did you not throw a party for your friends?”

The lady gasped. “I did! How do you know that?”

“And in elementary school, you were the host for a school function and completely butchered your lines.” Bucky watched as the lady covered her mouth. “H-How… unless…” He nodded. “Dreams. I had dreams, and I’m guessing you had those too.” So the horrid, unpleasant, godawful vile dreams… were his memories. She should’ve at least guessed. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer so much, I—”

“What are you apologising for?! It’s not your fault I went through all that, all the more, I should be sorry for giving you those terrifying dreams! Man, I feel awful…” To his surprise, the lady reached out and touched his arm. “It isn’t your fault you went through all that, either. At least the dreams will stop now, now that I’ve met you.” Bucky hoped that was the case. He clicked his tongue.

“Ah! Uh, what’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

He gave her a small smile just as his name was called by the barista. “Join me,” she whispered to him and he agreed, getting up to get his coffee. For the first 2 minutes, there was complete silence between the two as each finished their own drink. “So the exhibition wasn’t themed after all, it actually took place back in the day,” she jabbered and Bucky met her eyes. “You saw the Stark Expo in your dream? With Howard’s flying car?” Y/N gasped. “Howard? So it was actually Howard Stark’s Stark Expo? That’s cool!” Bucky heaved a sigh of relief. “At least you had good dreams, too…”

“Plenty of ‘em! In a lot of those I saw this blond, skinny kid— that was Captain America, right? I’ve heard that you two are childhood besties.” Bucky chuckled. “We are, as you referred to us, childhood besties. Steve had asthma growing up, wasn’t even allowed to join the military but he never gave up, even illegally trying to get in. Swear to God, I’ve kept him outta trouble so many times—” Y/N laughed at his words.

“Why does that actually sound like something Captain America would do? Hey Mr Barnes, I also kinda wanna know: you had a sister, didn’t you?” He smiled at the fond memory. “Rebecca, my younger sister. Well, she kinda passed away a few years ago of old age, but—” Y/N smiled a bit too. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He waved in dismissal. “She lived a good life. Got married to a good guy, had kids, many grandkids…”

“Do you know any of them?”

“Not yet, no.”

Soon, they finished their coffee. “I gotta go to work now, how about we meet later?” Y/N packed up her things, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Of course, Ms Y/L/N.” They exchanged numbers and she waved at him as she walked out the front door. Bucky watched her go from the window; he’d finally met her. He wasn’t expecting her to be someone so kind, who didn’t blame him for all the dreams she had been having. On top of that, she was beautiful, too.

A kind soul, and kind looks. He couldn’t wait to meet her again.

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“Stop moving.” Bucky froze when he heard his girlfriend next to him. “Baby, I thought you were asleep,” he murmured, turning to face her only to see her already looking at him. She reached out, running her fingers over his head. “What’s keeping you up? It’s— 1:30 am, love,” Y/N yawned. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, tugging her closer. He’d wanted to do that in the first place, but seeing as she was asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her.

“Had a bad dream, woke up. I’m sorry.” She chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “When was the last time? I think 4 months ago, right? New record. Like a thunderstorm, if the time between your bad dreams is getting longer, that means they’re going away.” Bucky smiled at that as well. “Nice comparison, doll. I think they are, all because I found you.”

She scoffed at that. “I can’t take all the credit, Bucky, you’ve been diligently and regularly going to therapy, that is helping a lot.” He clicked his tongue and gave her a smooch on the lips. “That’s helped, for sure, but you’ve helped more. I look at you… and know it’s going to be alright. I hold you every night, and I know you’re safe— I’m safe— and I don’t think bad thoughts.”

She smiled lazily and burrowed closer to him. “8 months of this sap, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Bucky stuttered indignantly as Y/N closed her eyes. “You little shit— I thought I was being cute!” Y/N burst out laughing. “It was cute, but it was also sappy. Now goodnight, Bonky, I gotta sleep.” He muttered under his breath, “Stop calling me that.”

Then cheekily, his hand trailed down her waist, all the way to her— “Bucky! Now?” Y/N squeaked as his finger flicked her clit. “I’m not sleepy yet, plus look, you’re so wet…” Y/N moaned a little as his metal fingers ran up and down her folds, their coolness being a contrast to her warm cunt. He pushed two digits in, hissing in pleasure. “So warm, feel so good…” he uttered as Y/N twitched next to him, desperately trying to hold herself back. A few minutes passed.

“I know you wanna cum, my love, with the way your fucking cunt is clenching around my fingers so I suggest you do so immediately, I don’t wanna repeat myself,” Bucky spoke cockily. Y/N obeyed and let go, coming all over his fingers as he slowly made her ride her high. “Bucky,” Y/N whimpered when he brought his digits to his mouth for a taste. “Take off your shorts,” he rasped and she did, while Bucky also tugged his off.

Then he climbed on top of her, the blankets still over them, and slid home in one fluid motion. Both of them moaned at the sensation; it had been 8 months but Y/N felt like she was never going to get adjusted to his size. “Fuck, Y/N, my pretty baby,” Bucky groaned, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead. Somehow he simply stayed there; his hips rolled over hers lazily, both of them being tired in the middle of the night.

Even Y/N didn’t say anything; she felt like she was in heaven, and after one more orgasm, she’d definitely fall asleep in an instant. And that was exactly what happened; Bucky’s lips left her forehead and he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to muffle his sounds of pleasure. “I’m so close, darling.” She hummed along. They let go at the same time; Bucky pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her thigh.

Y/N’s legs shook as she came for a second time. Bucky then threw the blankets off of them, and got up to bring a towel to clean both him and Y/N up. But by the time he returned with the towel, Y/N had already fallen asleep, even snoring a bit. He laughed a little at that. Bucky sat next to her and gently cleaned her up, pulling down her t-shirt that had ridden up.

It was his tank top to begin with, that she’d stolen because it was “way more comfortable than any she owned” but he loved it when she stole his clothes, so he only pretended to be annoyed. Putting on his shorts again, Bucky lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, doll.”

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a/n: thanks for reading! leave a like if you enjoyed! also side note— sebastian stan looked amazing at the met gala lmao

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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The Cap Quartet

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson has managed to recruit his own cap quartet of you, Bucky and Joaquin. Bucky can’t help but notice that there’s something a bit deeper between you and the new Cap.

A/N: basically all the friends to lovers and mutual pining my Sam girlies could ask for. Also, my toxic trait is thinking Bucky and Sebastian are the same person and writing Bucky as such.

You winced in pain as Sam dabbed the disinfectant on the gash on your arm. It was a stiflingly hot summer evening, the kind that you knew was going to be restless as you were 99% sure the air conditioning in your motel room didn’t work.

The mission had been tough and you were glad to be sitting in safety with Sam tending to your wounds. The hot evening air fanned your face as you sat on the picnic benches outside a restaurant near your motel while Bucky and Joaquin were getting the drinks in.

You looked down at your arm that Sam was bandaging incredibly carefully. “What’s the verdict, Cap?”

“You’ll live.” He smiled, looking up at you and meeting your gaze. It made you both feel vulnerable and eye contact was broken as quickly as it was met.

“Here,” Bucky said, breaking the tension and putting a beer down in front of you. “Wash your painkillers down with this.”

“Don’t painkiller packets specifically state that you should not mix them with alcohol?” You challenged Bucky, grinning at him as he and Joaquin sat down the other side of the bench.

“It’s purely medicinal! Take my advice and you too can look this good when you’re 106.” He replied, taking a sip of his beer and chuckling.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky but took his advice, feeling the ibuprofen swirl down your throat as you took a sip of the cold beer. Sam finished bandaging your wound before attending to his own drink, rubbing your back lightly when he finished.

“Thanks Sam.” You said shyly and then got annoyed at yourself for potentially giving your crush away to Bucky and Joaquin. They’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Hey, don’t mention it. Can’t have you out of action, you’re the only one who can help me keep this one in line.” Sam replied, pointing at Bucky who feigns offence.

“Oh yeah,” you agreed. “Without me you’d have this one in the passenger seat playing his 40s music.”

“Hey!” Bucky laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with 40s music.”

“Not quite Marvin Gaye though.” You retaliated, earning a high five from Sam.

“See! She gets it!” Sam proudly beamed, putting his arm around you, solidifying you in a team against Bucky.

“How many times do I have to say it? I like Marvin Gaye!” Bucky laughed genuinely, his eyes creasing. However, he didn’t fail to notice Sam’s arm making its way around you. He smiled into his drink, hoping that you and Sam would finally get your act together and admit your feelings.

Joaquin looked round at the group and smiled. “Sam, is this your cap quartet?”

Sam paused his giggling and met eye contact with Bucky, both feeling a twang of pain as once again they were forced to move on from Steve.

Bucky nodded and patted Joaquín’s back. He’d come to learn that change was good.

“Yeah, Torres.” Sam eventually said, looking round thoughtfully at his team. “I guess it is.”

“Does this make Y/N the new Black Widow?” Joaquin asked, looking at you with a toothy grin.

You smiled at the compliment but shook your head. “No. No one will ever be Nat.” You remembered your friend thoughtfully for a moment. “But I am happy to be part of the new cap quartet.”

“To the cap quartet.” Bucky announced holding his beer up.

“To the cap quartet.” You, Sam and Joaquin echoed, clinking your beer bottles together in unison. The new team was christened and it felt fresh and new. You felt ready to take on the world, feeling the support of your best friends and your unbreakable bond. You looked over at Sam, knowing he felt it too.

After a few hours, multiple rounds of drinks and quite a few war stories, the small hours of the morning settled in. The air stilled over you and the bar was closing up.

Bucky was the only sober party, being unable to feel the effects due to the serum. It meant that the details did not go unnoticed. The way you’d bent your arm and rested it on Sam’s shoulder as he recalled coming back from the blip and although he wasn’t sure why, he just knew he had to say “on your left” to Steve.

He observed how Sam had put his arm round you again and pulled you in closer by your waist as you spoke fondly of Natasha and your memories of your friend that had passed.

Bucky looked at Joaquin who had clearly not noticed and had continued his chatter. The super soldier had taken a more reserved approach, watching you and Sam dance around each other but also unable to stay away from each other.

Eventually Bucky stood up and patted Joaquin’s back. “Come on, buddy. You’re driving tomorrow remember?”

Joaquin didn’t think any more of this and stood up with him. “Guess you’re right. Night guys.”

You and Sam both lazily said “g’night” to the others and watched them walk off, leaving you alone again.

Sam looked at you nervously, not feeling anymore confident despite the amount he’d had to drink.

“H-how’s your arm?” He eventually asked, kicking himself at that being the best he could muster.

“Oh,” you looked down at it. “Much better, thank you.”

“I meant it you know,” Sam replied. “I can’t have you out of action.”

“Don’t worry about me.” You laughed at him almost sounding like Steve and stared up at the sky. The air was a lot cooler now but you still had no desire to go back to the motel room by yourself. You played with the empty bottle in your hands and absentmindedly ripped the labels off.

Sam watched you looking at the sky and although you couldn’t see it, his features were softening and he felt a sense of serene calm wash over him. He too didn’t want to go back to the motel, just glad to have you all to himself.

Despite wanting the moment to last forever, you were both tired. It had been a gruelling mission and now the hours of drinking in the heat had gone to your head. You had reached an impasse, both not quite wanting to go your separate ways but also not wanting to admit this to each other.

You rested your head on Sam’s shoulder and closed your eyes. He instinctively put his arm round you again and pulled you close, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t think the air con in my motel room works.” You said eventually, breaking the silence.

“It’s not quite the Marriott, is it?” Sam responded and you both chuckled.

“No it certainly isn’t.” You agreed, breathing in a mixture of the still night air and Sam’s fresh scent. You could fall asleep there and then.

“You can stay with me if you’d like,” Sam offered but immediately felt embarrassed and had to justify it. “I’m sure my air con works.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah I think I’d like that, Cap.”

The two of you walked lazily back to the motel room. At some point along the way, Sam’s hand made its way into yours and your fingers intertwined. It was passing the threshold of the point of no return.

Sam had sensibly left the air con on while you were all out so when you walked in, the cool air hit your face and almost made you shiver. He offered you one of his t shirts to wear and you gladly accepted.

He tried to be a gentleman and take the couch but you were having none of it.

“Just sleep in the bed with me!” You ordered with a lightness in your tone. “I promise I don’t bite… or snore.”

“Okay but don’t put your toes against me! I don’t like feet.” Sam (rather stupidly) tried to reason with you. As soon as he got under the covers you had pressed your feet up against his legs and flexing your toes to freak him out.

“Y/N stop!” He shouted but laughed during it. He got his revenge by tickling your waist mercilessly, your one true weakness. You threw your head back in fits of giggles as you desperately tried to get him to move his hands but to no avail.

Unintentionally, during his tickling attack, Sam had managed to find himself in between your legs with his face hovering above yours. Laughter and bickering soon drowned out into silence and you looked at each other intensely. It almost felt wrong to blink, you were too busy trying to figure your next move and his. Your years of training to be an assassin and learning the art of reading people completely abandoning you.

Sam closed the gap between you and kissed you passionately. You responded by moving your hands to to softly hold his neck, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw and allowing him to deepen the kiss. His arms snaked their way around your body, encasing you in. You wrapped your legs around his waist to try and bring him as close as humanly possible to you. The t shirt he had given you was quickly discarded and so was any notion of you two being able to be “just friends” with the events that followed that night.

In the morning, you and Sam groggily walked to the car adorning sunglasses and rubbing your heads to nurse your hangover. There was an extra tenderness in Sam now as he put your bag in the trunk for you and his hand on the small of your back protectively.

Once you were both seated in the back seat of the car, Bucky looked at you both and smirked, turning up the car radio to reveal Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On, mimicking some of the words and even doing a little dance in his seat where he rotated his hips.

“Okay, Buck, you’ve made your point.” Sam laughed after allowing Bucky a couple of minutes to tease. He put his arm round you, kissing the top of your head. You cuddled into him and sighed contentedly, settling in for the next phase of your journey with the cap quartet.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Shut Up!

Summary: request! Bucky and Y/N hate each other... or so they say.

Warnings: as Steve would say: Language!, but really it's just a bunch of fluff.

Word Count: 1798

a/n: Italics are thoughts in their heads!!

This request brought me so much joy to think about. Happy Birthday anon! Thank you so much for all the love!!! ❤️ 💕 💗 💖 💘

"BARNES!" You screamed, giving him the customary warning before throwing your least favorite knife at him.

He flung himself backward, catching the knife in midair.

Damn, that's hot. You shook the thought away, glaring at Bucky as he turned to look at you.

"Did you just throw a knife at me?" He asked, incredulous.

You rolled your eyes. "You deserved it. Plus, I warned you." You bit back.

"Y/N, you can't just throw knives at people." Steve sighed, tired of the two of you arguing all the time.

"I don't throw knives at people. Just Bucky." You said his name with disgusted expression. "And he deserved it!"

"What the hell did he do to deserve being impaled by a knife?" Sam chuckled, but only to keep the mood light.

"He wasn't impaled. I knew he would dodge it." You defended yourself, sneering at Bucky's smug grin.

"Not the point. What did he do?" Steve asked again, trying to clear the air despite it never working before.

You pulled the beanie you were wearing off your head, showing off your freshly bleached hair. It was nearly white, a stark platinum blonde contrasting your typical dark style.

"You know what they say, 'blondes have more fun'. I was just looking out for your social life." Bucky smirked, enjoying the rage.

She's so cute when she's angry. He thought as he stared at you.

Sam snorted, trying to hold in the laugh under your glare.

"How thoughtful." You quipped sarcastically, leaning in to threaten him. "I'm going to get you back for this." Your words were laced with venom, the anger palpable even in the vast gym.

"Looking forward to it! Thanks for the knife!" Bucky called as you stormed away, ignoring the thoughts lingering in his head. Not cute. Hot. So very hot when she's angry.

The next few days, Bucky heard nothing from you. He didn't think much of it, considering you were likely plotting. It wasn't until you started being uncharacteristically sweet to him that he grew nervous.

"Hey, Buck, Steve." You smiled as you walked up to him and Steve.

"Hi, Y/N." Steve greeted you warmly, glad to see you at least acting cordial after the stunt Bucky pulled.

"Hi..." Bucky hesitated, unsure of what you were playing at.

He's so adorable when he's nervous. You shook your head, getting back on track.

"I brought you some drinks!" You excitedly exclaimed, handing the drink carrier to Steve since Bucky seemed frozen in place. "Protein smoothie for Steve, chocolate milkshake for Bucky."

You walked away without another word, throwing a thumbs up to accept Steve's thanks.

Steve happily drank his smoothie, enjoying the energy boost. Bucky just stared at the milkshake before throwing the entire thing away.

"Buck! Don't be a jerk. She bought that for you." Steve huffed, annoyed with his friend's childish behavior.

"I can't trust anything she gives me unless I saw it being made." He shrugged as if it was obvious.

"Jerk, she's not going to poison you." Steve rolled his eyes.

"You don't know that." Bucky shook his head, walking into the kitchen. The idea of a milkshake made him hungry.

The next day, you were back with more treats. This time a cinnamon roll for Steve, something he said was his guilty pleasure, and a chocolate eclair for Bucky. You were grinning ear to ear as Steve thanked you profusely.

She's so adorable when she's this happy.

Once again, Bucky threw it away, ignoring the glare Steve shot his way.

The next days followed the same pattern. You would seek out Bucky and Steve, giving each of them some snack, dessert, or drink. Bucky threw it away every single time, not trusting your motives.

You didn't break pattern for a solid week, watching as Steve grew increasingly annoyed with Bucky throwing away all of your treats.

"I made cookies!" You walked into the living room where everyone was enjoying movie night. You handed out cookies to every member of the team, saving Bucky for last.

As you walked back into the kitchen to return the platter, you heard Steve whisper yell at Bucky.

"Just eat the cookie." Steve glared, thinking you would be upset if you saw him through it away.

"I can't! What if she did something to it?" Bucky whispered right back.

"Buck! She gave one to everyone! You really think she would purposefully keep track of one specific cookie just to get you back?" Steve rolled his eyes, completely fed up with the situation.

"Yes! I really do!" Bucky defended.

"Eat the damn cookie." Steve spoke between his teeth, elbowing him in the side.

"Fine." Bucky hesitated in bringing the cookie up to his mouth, but ultimately gave in.

As soon as he swallowed the cookie, he knew something was off. His whole body felt tingly, but there was a pleasant warmth to it.

A sudden bright flash of light had you walking back into the room, watching as Bucky turned into a cat.

"What the hell..." Sam turned, glancing between the small white kitten and Steve's shocked expression.

He's cuter as a person. You couldn't stop the thought from popping into your head, causing you to chuckle.

Steve suddenly whipped his head to you.

"Y/N. What did you do?" He sighed, exasperated but a little impressed.

A small meow followed the question, earning various "awws" from the entire room.

"I turned him into a cat." You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending this was a normal occurrence.

"Did everything you brought him this week have the power to do... that?" He gestured to Bucky, who hissed at Steve as if to say I told you so.

"Nope." You shook your head, laughing as Bucky wobbled across the couch, not used to how it felt to move as a feline. "I knew he would think I did something to them, so I didn't. Just plain old snacks."

Damn, she is so fucking smart. Bucky's thoughts came out as a purr, startling the room.

"How long is tinman stuck as a cat?" Tony laughed, enjoying the sight.

"Just a few hours. Long enough to think about why he deserves this." You gestured to your hair.

"Can we take pictures of him in cute cat outfits?" Nat questioned, always up for blackmail material.

You pulled a shopping bag out from behind you, pulling a series of Avenger themes costumes.

"I'm one step ahead of you." You grinned devilishly, swiftly scooping Bucky up from off the couch.

"You're evil." Bucky glared at you as soon as he turned back into a human.

"You deserved it. Plus, you were so cute as a little kitten." You pouted.

That pout is doing things to me. Bucky shook his head, trying to maintain the angry facade. He ran his hands through his hair, causing your own thoughts to spiral.

What I would give to run my hands through his hair when he wasn't a cat.

"You turned me into a cat!" He yelled, chasing you down the hall back to the living room.

"You died my hair platinum fucking blonde!" You screamed right back, turning on him once you made it to the end of the hallway.

"I can't stand you." Bucky spat, while simultaneously thinking if only she wanted to touch me not as a cat.

"Yeah, well newsflash! I can't stand you either." You glared right back.

The team watched on with amused expressions.

"Who wants to see pictures of kitty Barnes in cat costumes?" You turned to the room, a wide grin adorning your lips. Without waiting for an answer, you displayed your phone on the TV screen.

He is so damn cute. Cat or no cat. You laughed as you swiped through the pictures.

Bucky tried to grab the phone from you, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of enjoying this too much.

Her laugh is like music.

"Oh my god! Shut up!" Wanda suddenly stood up, pointing at the both of you. "You two pretend to hate each other so much, but your thoughts tell different stories."

Your mouth dropped open, shocked at both Wanda's volume and words.

Bucky wore a similar expression, eyes wide and heart beating fast.

"Wanda, you read my mind?" You tried to deflect the attention.

"No. You were just thinking so damn loud it involuntarily popped into my head." She grinned, trying to impersonate your voice as she quoted your thoughts

"Damn, that's hot. He's so adorable when he's nervous. He's cuter as a person. What I wouldn't give to run my hands through his hair when he wasn't a cat. He is so damn cute. Cat or no cat."

"And those are just from the past week and a half!" She yelled at you.

Bucky grinned smugly, forgetting Wanda also heard his thoughts. "Oh, doll. Why didn't you just say you cared?" He asked in fake sympathy.

You glared at him, ready to fight again when Wanda switched focus.

"Don't start with me Barnes. You think just as loudly!" Her voice took on an exaggerated depth as she impersonated Bucky, sighing dramatically between sentences.

"She's so cute when she's angry. Not cute. Hot. So very hot when she's angry. She's so adorable when she's this happy. Damn, she is so fucking smart. That pout is doing things to me. If only she wanted to touch me not as a cat. Her laugh is like music."

"I can't take it anymore! The two of you are driving me insane." She huffed, barging out of the room in an effort to hear nothing but peace and quiet.

Everyone else quickly followed, figuring the two of you could use a minute to talk.

"You think I'm hot." Bucky stated the fact. "That's embarrassing." He grinned, slowly walking closer to you.

"Not as embarrassing you thinking I'm smart." You countered, a matching grin on your face.

"You want to run your hands through my hair." He smirked, placing his hands on your waist.

"My laugh is like music to your ears." You leaned closer.

"Just kiss already!" Sam shouted from the hallway, but the two of you were in your own world.

"Do you want to get dinner with me? Tomorrow?" Bucky asked, his forehead pressed to yours.

"I'd like that." You smiled back.

The two of you moved in tandem, pressing your lips together, fighting for dominance of the kiss.

You pulled back, breathless and needing air. "I hope you know I'm not deleting the pictures of you as a cat."

"I wouldn't think so." Bucky chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"You know what this means?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

You grinned conspiratorially while nodding. "We can team up on Wilson!"

"My thoughts exactly." He smiled, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

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Hey Daddy - Bucky Barnes

a/n: so this one is a little more... lighthearted? idk but it was based on THIS request!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

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You totally forgot Peter would have his friends over for the night, so you’re slightly surprised when you find him with Ned and MJ in the kitchen, but it’s a pleasant one. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, being the youngest of the adults in the tower, you developed a great friendship with the youngster and his friends.

“Oh, hello guys! Good to see you again!” you beam at the three of them, Ned greeting you with a little wave and a stunned smile on his face. Peter has recently revealed that Ned might have a tiny crush on you, which you find cute. Though you’re more than a decade older than him, you find it endearing he is crushing on you out of all the amazing women on the team.

MJ nods in your way as she munches on her sandwich, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she is annoyed by you judging by the look on her face, but you’ve learned by now that this is her default expression, almost a happy one.

“Hi Y/N!” Peter greets you smiling. “How was your day?” he asks lightly. He is such a good kid, knows his manners and cares so much for others. The men in the tower like to tease him about his soft behavior, but you think it’s such a great trait.

“A little tiring. Training kicked my ass today, but it was fine. What are you guys up to?” you ask, grabbing yourself a canned soda from the fridge.

“MJ wants to play truth or dare, but only because she wants to make us do embarrassing stuff,” Peter huffs looking at the girl who just smiles with a shrug.

“Oh, I love that game! Used to play it a lot at parties too!” you smirk, remembering the times you played with your friends in the basement of your mom’s house.

“You want to play with us?” MJ offers.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all!” Peter smiles, happy to have another person join their little group. Glancing at Ned you see that he is now blushing, the tip of his ears turning red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Poor kid will have to learn how to function around women sooner or later.

The game starts out quite innocent, it’s not even the wild version where you’re drinking, though it popped into your head to pour yourself some wine. But then you decided to keep it PG rated for the kids’ sake.

But as more and more rounds go down, the tasks and questions are getting a little… spicy. When MJ turns to you and asks you the question of the game and you answer before you could even think about it, you know you are in trouble.

“Dare,” you answer and want to take it back right away, but you don’t want to look like such a pussy. But then MJ smirks at you devilishly and you consider just walking out before she ruins your whole life.

“Alright, text all the other Avengers ‘Hey Daddy’ and read the responses out loud.”

The boys gasp as you press your lips into a thin line, knowing well it won’t end good on your side. Especially because there is one person whose response you would rather not read out loud.

You’ve been close to Bucky since day one and though you both were a little ignorant towards your feelings, a few months ago you finally moved your relationship a little further than just being friends. However you both agreed it’s better kept as a secret, at least until you figure out where you really want to head together as a couple.

Now, if you text that message to Bucky there’s no way he won’t write back something that would bust your asses right away, but you can’t back out now, you can only hope he is busy doing something else and won’t pay attention to his phone.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you lean onto the kitchen island as the kids start cheering for you being a badass and accepting the task.

“Just hey daddy, that’s all?” you ask as you open your contacts.

“Maybe add a winking face,” Ned suggests and you shoot him a glare that immediately turns his face red as he shuts his mouth.

“The winking face is a good idea,” MJ nods.

“Thanks, Ned,” you mumble under your breath as you start opening the text threads, sending them all the same message. Tony, Nat, Steve, Banner, Clint, Sam, Strange, even Rhodey and at the end of the list… Bucky.

“And what, now we wait?” Peter asks.

“Place the phone here so we see when you get a reply and you’ll read them, we can move on until then,” MJ tells you, bossing you around like you’re not even a highly trained special agent who could take her out in a blink of an eye.

The first reply comes from Nat who just asks if you’re drunk. Then comes Banner, who sounds offended that you think he could be your father, totally missing the point of the text. Tony teases you about always knowing you had a thing for him, Steve kindly tells you he only sees you as a sister, Clint just reads the text and doesn’t reply. Sam just sends a simple “control yourself” message back while Strange threatens you to block you if you send another text like this again. Rhodey doesn’t even reads it.

You start to feel relieved when about twenty minutes pass by and no reply comes from Bucky. The game moves on and you almost start to forget about the whole task when your phone lights up again and your breathing hitches when you see Bucky’s name appear on the screen.

“Oh, another reply!” MJ beams as she urges you to unlock the phone and read the reply. When you do so and see his text, you almost just hop off the stool and run out of the kitchen. You consider saying something else, pretending like he didn’t write what he did, but MJ doesn’t take the bullshit and her patience runs short so she simply snatches your phone out of your hand and reads the text herself.

“I specifically remember you saying you’re not into that stuff. What else are you keeping from me about our sex life?”

You let out a long and tired sigh as the room falls silent and they all just stare at you in confusion before MJ slowly slides the phone back to you.

“Our sex life? There’s… there’s a you and Bucky?” Peter asks quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. An anxious chuckle slips from between your lips as you try to find a way to get yourself out of this massive trouble, but nothing comes to your mind. You’ve fought aliens, assassins, you were captured, tortured, went on a hundred mission in your life, yet now three kids defeated you with a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, um… It’s a funny story, you know—I don’t… fuck,” you mumble, scratching the back of your neck.

“Are you like… together or is it just a friends with benefits thing?” MJ question, shooting you a curious look.

You don’t get to answer, because just as you are about to open your mouth, the man in talk walks in, a puzzled look on his face, phone in his hand, probably still dwelling on your latest message. His eyes spot you first, but then he realizes that you’re not alone and he freezes. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like Peter or his friends, he just feels so far away from people these days, let alone teenagers who are about a century younger than him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, slowly walking closer to you. “Hello guys,” he murmurs shyly, trying to put the picture together as his eyes fall back to you and he sees how uncomfortable you are. Before he could get another word out, MJ speaks up and just as always, her raw style doesn’t disappoint any of you.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is not really into the Daddy stuff.”

You almost choke on your own breath as you turn to shoot her a glare, your hand moving to grab Bucky’s arm gently, sensing him growing more and more anxious with each second.

“MJ, I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is the right person to joke around with,” Ned mumbles, avoiding to even look at Bucky as you let out an airy chuckle.

“G-Girlfriend? We are not—“ Bucky starts, but you cut him off.

“No use to deny, Buck. They know it.”

Bucky huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before he moves closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this small little gesture makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

“Is there any chance this could stay between us, kids?” you ask with a charming smile, turning to the three troublemakers.

“I don’t know, what do we get out of keeping it a secret?” Peter purses his lips, pretending to have the higher ground, but you already know what’s about to come.

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaps to the counter top as he shoots a death glare over to the poor kid and though he definitely looks like he is ready to kill any moment, you know that it’s all just an act.

“How about I don’t rip your guts out, kid? That enough?” Bucky growls and while all three of them take a step back with wide eyes and dry throats, you just shake your head chuckling, placing a hand to his hard chest.

“Buck, no need to go all winter soldier on them. They’ll keep our secret, right?” you ask with an innocent smile and all three of them start nodding wildly, as if they just saw a ghost.

Seeing their reaction you realize it’s better if the game ends here and you let them be on their own. You thank for the fun time before grabbing Bucky’s arm and pull him out of the kitchen, heading up to your rooms.

“You shouldn’t have scared them that badly, Buck,” you scold him, but you still actually find it kind of funny, seeing their pale faces and fearful eyes at your boyfriend’s tough guy act.

“Well, they scare me too sometimes,” he mumbles shrugging. “Especially that MJ girl… she is just… weird.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, a six feet tall super soldier with a metal arm being scared of a teenage girl with a big mouth, that’s quite an interesting concept.

“Hey,” you stop him before the two of you would part in the hallway. He turns back and his blue eyes soften on you. “Do you want to… sneak into my room?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip as you smirk up at him, sliding a hand up his chest, cupping his cheek in your palm. “We could have some fun… Daddy.”

“Wait, are you really into the daddy stuff?” he asks with wide eyes, making you cackle with your head falling back.

“Just shut up and come to my room,” you chuckle, pressing your lips against his as you pull him into your bedroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

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stuckylibrary · 2 years

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Please reply to this post if you know one of the fics mentioned in this ask. Thank you so much in advance!

Anonymous 1 asked:

Can you help me find a fic? I can't remember all the details, but Sharon was Steve's ex, and I think she was dating rumlow and she invited steve (and bucky) to her place which was neat and impersonal and she was biphobic and Peggy (who was also there) wasn't happy with her and defended Steve. Thank you so much for all your work!

wickedlybrilliant asked:

Hi! Do you know the shrunkyclunks fic where Bucky and Steve have a meet cute and Bucky doesn't know Steve is cap? It also has an attack in the city where they found Bucky underneath some rubble because he was on the subway and he hurt his arm because he was holding on to a girl he tried to save. The first thing the avengers asked when they saw him was if he's Cap's secret boyfriend.

Anonymous 2 asked:

Hi! i’m trying to find a fic and I haven’t had any luck so far :( I know it’s an apocalypse setting (possibly zombie?) and steve has a baby, I think bucky may have found him on top of a truck or something? I know this isn’t super specific but i’d appreciate it if you’d help me find it!

Anonymous 3 asked:

i'm trying to find a lost fic and i'm just pulling my hair out looking for it. set post CATWS, bucky moves into the avengers tower and gets a service dog (maybe named marshmallow?) who is afraid of elevators. that's literally the only thing i remember and im sorry i'm not more descriptive. please help if you know this fic!!!

Anonymous 4 asked:

Hi! I'm searching for a fic where Steve thinks Bucky's going out with someone and he gets all jealous and emotionally constipated over it (internally). But Bucky and the dude are not actually together for real (I think?). The dude's an artist and he paints Bucky w/ the metal arm (half naked, Bucky half-lidded, and Bucky looks dangerous and sensual in it and it reminds steve of a panther), and Steve sees the painting and gets all emotional ab it. I've been searching forever, sorry if too vague

main-for-aspen asked:

alright, so i'm looking for a fic, but this one might be p hard to find? it was probably canon-complaint, but all i really remember is the line "all i ever wanted, was to be what you wanted," so hopefully someone out there recognizes it nksdafklsj

Anonymous 5 asked:

hi! i'm looking for a fic where at least one of them is a dragon (i think it's bucky if only one of them is) and there's a part in the fic with a mating season where the dragons fly around doing aerial displays to try to attract mates. thank you!

Anonymous 6 asked:

I was wondering if you could help me find a fic I’ve looked everywhere and can’t find it even through all my book marks . It’s a stucky kid fic Steve gets a message from Bucky telling him to come visit him in some small town and Steve finds out Bucky has a daughter and I know Steve does window art for a coffee shop and then Steve asks Sam if he wants to visit them and no one knew were Steve was at the end Sam stays for the little girls birthday party and finds out Nat knew this whole time

Anonymous 7 asked:

Hi! I was looking the story of Steve and Bucky are university students and Bucky wait late night in libraries to escort students their home. Do you know that story? Thank you for your help.

musingsofaretiredunicorn asked:

hello! i'm searching for a christmas fic i read, which i don't think is in your christmas tag... in it, bucky is a lawyer/attorney/businessman who’s stuck in a small town over the holidays due to weather, and meets steve who lives there... they end up sleeping together and steve is like "i don't do one night stands" and bucky is like "... i don't do relationships" but they keep having sex and bucky goes back to the city only to realize he’s a massive fool so he returns for a Big Declaration on what is maybe xmas eve… at some point in the middle the whole town is having some kind of festive get-together that bucky goes to, possibly while wearing steve's clothes??? i think the town's get-together was a gingerbread house decorating competition?????

Anonymous 8 asked:

The fic was about how Steve was depressed in the 21th century, and Rumlow manipulated him into a relationship by acting exactly like Bucky used to do. At one point he also gets to Bucky and tries to provoke him by telling him things he's doing to Steve. Thanks in advance!

Anonymous 9 asked:

Hello, so there was this recent fic that I read that was hot, hot, hot! But I didn't save it and now I'm going crazy looking for it! It was heavily explicit and was a short fic, but it featured Steve spitting in Bucky's mouth during sex. Bottom!Bucky/Top!Steve. Sorry it's so vague but the spitting was just vdjsnxhfjsn

Anonymous 10 asked:

Hi! I'm looking for a fic (modern AU) where Steve gets home from the hospital after a very serious illness: Bucky stays home to take care of him and accepts money from his parents. Steve has some kind of PTSD after nearly dying, and he takes his anger out on Bucky, who is already worried sick. They end up arguing really bad, and I think Steve's doctor was Bruce. Do you happen to know which fic it is? Thank you anyway! Have a nice day!

Anonymous 11 asked:

hi folks! im looking for a fic. it was a daemon au. bucky's one was wolf and he was also a prince. but like pierce, his uncle, ruled very poorly but blamed it on bucky. but one day bucky runs away and meets steve. steve is like the leader of the resistance im fairly sure. can u guys or ur followers help?

Anonymous 12 asked:

Hi! I’m looking for a fic where modern Bucky doesn’t know that Steve is Captain America. I remember that during an invasion or attack, Natasha is sent to bring to him to some sort of base? And when Steve arrives there he kisses Bucky who punches him in the face lol I know it’s really vague but if you know what it is I would be forever grateful :)

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