#too many soft stucky thoughts

[haleyhunwritess]

hi haley love, i’m probably sending too many requests i’m so sorry i just feel like i’m being heard here and i feel seen. i’ve been having so many panic and anxiety attacks and i was wondering if you can write something where broken promises stucky help the reader get through it or honestly whoever you’d like. i love you and i hope you’re doing good 🥺

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

warning: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of anxious feelings, angst, fluff, dd/lg themes, soft!dark!stucky x little!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way love 🥺 but i hope you're doing a lot better now and you can always talk to me if you need help, my dms are always open my love <33 also i know you said broken promises but i think this could work as a general fic and for broken promises too, i hope you like it lovely <33 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Sweetheart I need you to put your coat on so that we can leave, we're already very behind on our schedule today. We still have to make dinner when we come home, I promised Steve we would try to cook tonight." Bucky rambled as he quickly slipped his boots on.

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Mafia stucky is one of my favorites!

I Wonder if the reader was ever really really sad/mad at them because of something? 😄🤔

Hello! Thank you, I'm so glad you love the series!

I would say, of course, there are plenty of times when you would experience both of those emotions because of something Steve and/or Bucky have done.

When you were mad, they would know immediately because of the rage evident in your eyes but, you were never good with expressing verbally how you felt during those moments so would have to take a couple of minutes away.

For example, last Tuesday, you had been waiting and waiting for them to text or call, but still, nothing as you stared at your phone. They’d told you not to call them in case it interrupted the handover of illegal goods but you couldn’t wait anymore as your thumb hovered over Steve’s phone number, ready to call when the front door opens and they waltz in, chirpy and not a worry in sight.

“Hey Doll, we’ve got take- oh shit, I thought you’d called her”, Bucky declares, smacking Steve in the shoulder as they take in your distressed state as you look from one to the other, realising they were both, in fact, completely fine and not dead or held captive by the enemy.

“No, you were supposed to call her after we wrapped up”, Steve shook his head, stepping towards your trembling body but you took a step back, not wanting him to touch you right now. Your blood was pumping so hard you thought your chest was going to explode as your worry turned to anger, scared if you opened your mouth you would call them something you could never take back. All you wanted was a quick call or text to say they were ok, but no… they had left you panicking to the point you were ready to go out and find them.

They knew not to follow when you stormed outside, needing the crisp air to cool your heated skin, going to the wooden bench hidden beneath the large tree at the corner of the garden, the sun beginning to settle behind the building, leaving you in the dusk. Taking long breaths to try and ease your temper and negative thoughts, of course, they didn’t do it on purpose and soon you were regretting not running into their arms but you waited, even as the adrenaline wore off and you began to shiver.

Steve and Bucky had watched from the window, waiting for your shoulders to drop as the tension ran from your body before coming outside. They were always good with apologising, coming over and opening their arms for you to crawl into happily, stroking their broad hands over your body in soft strokes and circles. “I’m sorry we made you worry baby, we never wanted to make you scared, we’ll do better I promise”. Both would be whispering against your skin, anywhere that they could kiss, and you were reaching just as desperately for them, really checking that they were ok and safe, letting them beg for forgiveness by worshipping your body.

You forgive them, you always did.

Sadness though… Steve and Bucky would never purposefully make you sad. Yes, they made you nervous with the line of work that they did, but never sad. However, there were moments they made you feel overwhelmingly sorry for them and thus, sad. Like when Bucky woke up from a nightmare from his time before the gang, he’d wake up shouting in agony, subconsciously gripping where his metal arm met his flesh and you’d hold him tight, not letting go until he fell asleep. Or there were times when Steve would be overwhelmed, needing to not be the boss, just for a few minutes, having so many lives in his hands had to be draining even to the strongest of people. So you would hold him too, stroking through his blonde hair and whispering to him that it was ok, everything would be ok. Forgetting about your own sadness with seeing his vulnerability, trying to remain strong for him.

Because as much as you needed Steve and Bucky, they need you just as much.

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[buckets-and-trees]

First Night

I promised two anniversary fics this weekend, and it's still "this weekend" in a couple of time zones...

Fandom: MCU Series: The Brooklyn Boys Title: First Night Characters/Pairings: Stucky x female!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Summary: Takes place immediately after the events of the final part 10 Steve and the Best Friend. Dinner and a movie and...

Content Warnings: fluff, feelings, soft semi-retired superheroes

Additional Notes: Filling my ninth square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - U1 "Galaxy" and is the much spoken of (by me) PROMISED ANNIVERSARY EPISODE TO CELEBRATE POSTING PART ONE FOR THIS SERIES A YEAR AGO! These boys meant a lot to me back then and writing for them again to celebrate this with all of you has been a dream.

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Bucky kisses the back of your hand, then stands from the couch, checking his watch. “Dinner’s about ready. I’ll go finish it off.”

As he leaves the living room, Steve scoots a little closer. He pulls you into a short kiss, then rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and you breathe in the moment.

“I know it’s so predictable to ask you about your day,” he says, “but I’ve been waiting for weeks to just have these everyday conversations with you.”

You smile, though you know he can’t see it. You’re sure he can feel it because you can feel it coming from him, too.

“When we went to dinner that night, I thought that was going to be the beginning of so many days like that, seeing you, texting with you, just sharing everything with you.

Your heart stutters and leaps, “I wanted that, too. I’m sorry it wasn’t–”

He stops you with another gentle press of his lips to yours and cups your cheek. “No, I didn’t mean to bring it up to make you feel guilty. Tony would say if you want to make an omelet, you have to break some eggs. I think we’re coming through for the better.”

In the time that you’ve spent with Steve, you’ve become aware of how influential and powerful his mood is in any situation, and right now he’s feeling a contentment that really does envelop you.

So you sit back a little in the armchair, but take his hand, and start talking. He holds your hand in both of his, idle stroking of the back of your hand with his thumb as he listens. You talk about the bookshop. Bucky has become a regular, but Steve hasn’t been in yet. You’re eager to share that with him soon, too. You tell him about an upcoming book launch event you solidified today with a local author – it’s their debut novel, but they’ve been a frequent friend of your shop for a few years. “Oh,” you suddenly remember to ask, “you mentioned before that you were getting a lot of chatter about some things happening in Turkey. Is that where you and Bucky went?”

“Yeah.” He grins, probably pleased that you remembered. “Turkey was… interesting.”

“I’ve wanted to go to Turkey! Mission stuff aside because I know that’s probably classified, did you get to experience anything?”

“Not too much, but we did get to see a little of Istanbul. It was beautiful.” He tilts his head a little. “I… would like to go back and see more.”

You plant your elbow on the armrest of your chair and prop your chin on the hand Steve’s not holding. “Steve, have you even been on a vacation?”

He shakes his head. “Only day trips or weekends once or twice upstate when I was a kid. We kept on the move and covered a lot of territory when we didn’t agree to the Sokovia Accords, but that was survival and trying to be of use while keeping a low profile, not traveling. And during The Blip, it never even crossed my mind.”

You squeeze his hand.

“We should go.”

“I’ve never done as much traveling as I wanted either. Couldn’t afford it when I was starting out, then… yeah, The Blip, and since the Second Snap, it’s been busy, but now…”

“Now maybe we have even more reason to make it something to prioritize.”

Butterflies flare in your stomach when he smiles at you like that. Your chest gets that happy tightness. This was why you said yes to them.

“So, Turkey,” you say, a little breathlessly.

“I’ll put it on the list.”

You’re melting.

“Dinner is almost ready!” Bucky’s voice calls from the kitchen. “Steve, come set the table!”

“France should probably go near the top of the list.”

Steve nods in agreement and pulls you up as he stands. He keeps your hand in his as he walks both of you into the kitchen.

“Bucky won’t let us eat in the kitchen, not even at the stools at the counter,”

“Damn right I won’t!” he says, already catching your conversation. “The French wouldn’t hear of it, and I worked hard enough for us to eat at the altar of a proper table.”

“Everything smells incredible,” you gush when you enter their beautiful kitchen. Every part of the brownstone you’ve seen so far is beautiful.

Bucky turns and flashes a devastating grin before turning back to his prep. “Glad you think so.”

Steve brings you to a stop right next to Bucky, who is fully occupied whisking egg yolks one at a time into a custard on the stove, a separate pan with melted chocolate set off to the side. You lean your hip against the counter so you can watch.

Standing behind him, Steve puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder on the other side and leans over the stove to stick his finger in the chocolate, getting his taste before Bucky can stop him.

“Rogers!” Bucky growls.

You laugh, and Steve grins wickedly.

“It’s good.”

“Get to setting the table. Food’s already set, just going to finish this off and put it in the oven.”

“And pour the wine?”

“We’ve got a Syrah, right? Or any Bordeaux blend.”

“I’ll look and see.”

“Can I help?” you ask.

They both immediately frown at you. “You’re not lifting a finger the first dinner you’re eating here with us,” Bucky says adamantly.

You hold your hands up quickly in surrender. “Understood,” you laugh.

“Good girl,” Steve says, his smile immediately returning. “I’ll go sort out the wine.”

He squeezes Bucky’s shoulder before he leaves the kitchen.

It hits you out of nowhere. There’s a short constriction in your chest at seeing how easy that casual intimate gesture was between them. They’ve known each other for years and years longer than they’ve known you. You’re nowhere near close to that ease and familiarity with them yet. Will this work?

“Come here,” Bucky invites you in closer, and as you step forward, he tucks an arm around you and pulls you securely into his side while he continues whisking with his other hand. Did your insecurity show on your face? Did he merely suspect it? Or maybe he just wanted to hold you for no other reason than wanting to. Whatever the reason, it does soothe away that doubt that had tried to creep in. He presses a kiss to your temple. “I missed you. I don’t know if I would’ve been patient enough to wait much longer. Steve was adamant we had to wait for you to set the timing though.”

Your chest blooms with warmth. You’re glad they did wait – you had needed the time to think and sort out your heart so you could feel secure jumping all in – but it also made you feel good to know he’d been eager. You circle your arms around his waist and look up at him. “Thank you.” You could say more, but you think he knows. His eyes and a squeeze of his arm around you say that he does.  “Kiss me?”

“Always,” and he does. It’s a swift kiss because he is in the middle of the complexities of whatever he’s cooking, but he makes sure even the short kiss takes your breath away.

You only just manage not to whimper when he draws his lips away. Instead, you content yourself with resting your head against his chest. “Now what is it you’re making?”

“The boeuf bourguignon was easy to finish off, and I had decided something decadent for dessert was in order. Chocolate soufflé.”

“Damn, Barnes, you know how to impress a girl.”

He laughs. “Honey, get ready for a lot more of this.”

Your stomach flips, but he doesn't leave you flustered for long, diving into normal conversation while he continued working, Steve coming in and out of the kitchen to set the table. Bucky allows you to assist him as sous chef for only a moment, letting you to open the oven door when he was ready to carefully put the chocolate delicacy in to bake.

Then the three of you sit down to dinner, and it wasn’t an oversell to say it is one of the best meals of your life. The food is incredible, and simply being there with the two of them with the conversation, the laughter, the way they look at you, the way they look at each other, all of it is bliss. That bliss bleeds into Bucky taking the chocolate soufflé out of the oven and the three of you devouring the rich masterpiece. Then you settle in to watch a movie together, you tucked between them.

When you wake up, you are no longer tucked between your super soldiers, but instead tucked beneath a set of soft sheets and blanket that are unfamiliar to you, your head rests on a comfortable but foreign pillow, and your body feels the awkwardness of having slept in your jeans and button-down blouse. The latter wasn’t awful, but never ideal. Why were you asleep in your day clothes? You shift and yawn and sink a little more into the pillows and mattress, appreciating how cozy they are but wondering where exactly you were. You rewind your memory and start to recall a few of the last details in your mind – leaning up against Bucky’s side, Steve pulling your legs up across his lap and giving you a foot massage while the opening scenes of a movie played out.

They had let you choose the movie, and you’d gone with The Count of Monte Cristo, one of your favorites, but now you weren’t certain you’d even made it to the Chateau D’If with poor Edmond Dantes before falling asleep. Actually, you were pretty sure it was that soothing foot massage that had you lost to the land of the waking. You do have a vague half recollection of being scooped up from the couch into someone’s arms, but that was it.

It's clearly what landed you here.

You roll onto your back and smile. The ceiling is littered with carefully mapped out constellations, a glow in the dark replication of the galaxy. Adorable nerd, you think, and with a look around the room, the shelf full of books that covers an entire wall of the room and a neatly stacked pile of three books on the bedside table let you know you must be in Bucky’s bed. There is a low level of moonlight casting a glow across the room from the windows, and you remember the distinct thought you’d had about wanting to see how this man kept his books and what else was in his collection, but that would need to wait for daylight. You never would have dreamed this was how things would have played out all those weeks ago.

A little more alert, your throat feels a little dry, and knowing once the thought has crossed your mind you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without a drink of water, and it was clearly too late to go home (or late enough to absolutely justify staying in this very cozy place for the rest of the night and seeing your boys in the morning), you pull back the covers and shift out of bed. Sitting at the foot of the mattress you see a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt that are clearly meant for you, and a huge sleepy smile splits across your face. You discard your clothes, feeling immediately comfortable in the alternative – which smell like Steve.

Bucky’s bed but Steve’s clothes.

Your head spins happily as you pad quietly into the hallway and make your way to the kitchen.

Once properly watered, you make your way back to the bedrooms, carefully bringing the partially-refilled glass with you just in case you get thirsty again. It is so quiet in their home, but comfortably so. You will get to see more in the daylight, but you love how it feels already. You pause at the doorway to Bucky’s room, bite your lip, and turn to look across the hallway at another bedroom door.

You don't want to sleep alone in Bucky’s room when they are together in Steve’s.

Heart pounding just a little, you step across the hallway and slowly turn the doorknob, trying to open the door as quietly as you can. You step inside, but then stop and look around. This was an unoccupied bedroom – it had a bed, but that bed was empty, and this room didn’t seem to have much to it. It was a guest bedroom. A little bloom shoots through your heart at the thought that while they had wanted to give you every bit of privacy – leaving you clothed, giving you a bed to yourself – it felt intimate in its own way to know that they’d tucked you in in Bucky’s room, not the guest bedroom.

Not at all nervous now, you step back into the hallway, close that door, and make your way further down the hall, eager to find where these two impossibly wonderful men were slumbering and join them. The next door on the left was a bathroom, but the door on the right is Steve’s. Bucky is asleep, but Steve is sitting up against the headboard and had been engrossed in scrolling in something on his phone, earbuds in, but looks up when your movement pulls his attention. He grins and pulls the buds out, “Hi, Sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you breath, padding toward his side of the bed.

He nudges Bucky as you make your way over. Bucky groans.

“Told you our girl would make her way to us before sunrise,” Steve says to him, and that seems to bring Bucky around slightly.

Steve sets his phone on his bedside table, takes the glass from your hand to set it there as well, and pulls back the covers so you can hop up and crawl in and join them. Bucky immediately pulls you in to his chest, kissing the top of your head. You sigh as Steve closes in behind you, and between your two super soldiers, you quickly drift back to sleep, held safely in their arms.

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[voylitscope]

Stucky Recs: Fairytales, Fae, and Magical Realism

I enjoy fairytale-style Stucky fics because they often involve Steve and Bucky's love for each other being able to do things like break curses and, as that's also the plot of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, it feels very fitting for them. (Curses, seventy years of Hydra mind control, whatever. It's the same principle.)

I wasn't going to do another rec post so soon, but then I thought aiming to get one out on the 10th made sense. So, some happily ever after recs, just for Bucky's birthday.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

Fairytales

🏰Under One Small Star | notlucy | Teen | 50,923 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

In which the world tries to keep Steve and Bucky apart and fails miserably. Also, Steve gets a Cinderella moment. This fic is so, so lovely. There's magic and fairytale elements involved, but a lot of this is also just Steve and Bucky saving the day through their own determination, intelligence, goodness, and intense draw to each other. I'm very here for it.

Quote:

There is no such thing as love at first sight.

Before we continue, we must be perfectly clear on that matter. Love at first sight is balderdash—a silly, fanciful notion borne on children’s wishes and lies spun by unlucky dreamers.

However, love at hundredth sight? Thousandth? That, my darlings, is perfectly reasonable.

It was a lucky thing, then, that the young king and his pretend knight were more the latter than the former. Certainly, the king remembered none of those sights and the pretend knight only the most recent, but being as love ran truer than faded memories, what did it matter?

No, it was not first love that drew them together, neither was it mere infatuation that had them walking through the gardens, hand-in-hand, exchanging shy glances and secret smiles. It was old love, bone-deep and bound up in their very souls.

🏰A Marvelous Gift | biblionerd07 | Teen | 75,554 words

It's an Ella Enchanted AU! Well, it uses the magic, fairytale elements, and plot-defining curse itself from Ella Enchanted. The rest is primarily actual, reworked, canon plot points done in fairytale style. Steve and Bucky's relationship in this captures so many beats of canon, including the tragic ones, but there's an unbelievably well-deserved happy ending. Really beautifully done.

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"I’m going back to the Academy and I’m ripping the whole place down brick by brick.” Steve’s hand was warm against Bucky’s skin. It was strange, because all their lives Steve’s weak heart had meant his hands and feet were always cold. Now he was radiating heat even from a few inches away.

“Wasn’t the whole Academy’s fault,” Bucky told him, slightly hushed because his voice suddenly felt too loud for some reason.

“Anyone who knew what was happening and didn’t protect you helped hurt you.” Steve’s voice was soft, gentler than he usually was, and he was stroking his fingers up and down Bucky’s back. It made Bucky shiver a little, his stomach whirling the way it usually only did when he was disobeying an order. He couldn’t think what order he was forgetting about, though.

They stayed like that for a minute, looking at each other, and Bucky couldn’t figure out what this buzzing under his skin meant or why he was finding it hard to breathe. He finally swayed just a little and Steve frowned.

🏰 La Belle et la Bête  | maichan, moonbooning, sirsable | Explicit | 66,720 words | *Post-2016 Rec* 🧚

This is both a Beauty and the Beast retelling, so a fairytale, and a story that relies on Fae lore, because things start off with Steve and Sarah in Ireland. It's straddling categories, here. A crucial early event of this fic involves Steve arguing with the fae. This is, of course, a terrible life plan, but it's also such a very Steve thing to do. I love it a lot. This fic also features a veteran Bucky who is doing his best and who will also do anything to help Becca. There's a slow burn, some ID porn, a lot of healing, and love overcoming seemingly impossible obstacles.

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He’s in trouble and he knows it, because already when he sees Bucky’s face in the morning, he finds himself thinking of returning to the garden and making the one small cut that will seal his fate. But he has no way to know how Bucky feels. If he might be open to the idea of love at all. Steve talks himself out of it constantly now, and then he starts all over again when he sees Bucky’s slate-blue eyes and thinks, Love is a leap of faith.

He thought he’d gotten used to the burden of the curse; accepted it, even. But now that he knows Bucky in both forms, there’s part of him that fights it. He wants to stay in a single body. Wants to offer Bucky an explanation and an entreaty. He wants to feel whole again—a single person can hope to be worthy of a man like Bucky, instead of the patchwork parody he’s become.

Stubbornness is writ in his bones, in his very soul. It’s not in his nature to give up—that’s what has kept him sane for the unnatural life he’s led so far. So he fights all of it, from the twilight transformations to the compulsions that lock away certain words, details, confessions.

Fae

🧚Under the Hawthorne Tree | odetteandodile | Explicit | 57,123 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

There is something that hits so right about an AU Steve and Bucky who are drawn to each other for reasons they don't fully understand at first but who, by the end of a few days, can't stop thinking about each other. Even when one of them is a fae whose life force is tied to a tree, and who has no memory of their life before they were part of the forest. Another story about these two overcoming the impossible.

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“I was human, once,” he says. His voice is soft, but the words still ring through Steve with the shock of a gunshot in the hushed clearing. Now Bucky’s eyes do slit open, long, dark lashes fanned low over his cheeks. “Before this, I think…I was a person.”

He lifts his eyes to Steve’s, and his face does something complicated that almost, maybe could be mistaken for an attempt at a smile—if only his eyes weren’t so unspeakably sad. His cheek twitches and he drops his gaze again, to somewhere around the hollow of Steve’s throat. He tips forward, just slightly, but Steve’s breath catches anyway. Bucky’s still not close enough to touch, though he’s curled in toward Steve now. Steve can see Bucky’s pulse jumping against the thin skin under his jaw, and his hands almost ache with the urge to press against it, to pull Bucky against his chest.

Instead he licks his lips, mouth unaccountably dry, to form the only question that comes to him.

“How do you know?”

🧚You are Light | AidaRonan | Explicit | 4,028 words | *Post Endgame Rec*

Technically, Steve is tagged as being a "forest deity" in fic, but I feel like it fits here. If, by the end of this fic, Bucky is Winter Soldier Bucky and Steve is pre-serum skinnny Steve (who is a forest deity) does that count as a shrinkyclinks? I have no idea. But whatever it counts as, it's terribly romantic.

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“You said you could feel me. You weren’t just saying what I wanted to hear?”

Steve smiles warmly and traces the line of Bucky’s jaw. “Of course you care about that and still have the nerve to think you’re not a good man.”

Bucky swallows.

“You should sleep though,” Steve says. “I’ve met two of your needs. Let me meet the rest.”

Bucky frowns and looks out the window, trying to gauge where the moon is at in the sky. What he really should do is get back. Wake up and get back.

“Time does what I need it to here. I’ll make sure you’re awake before it’s too late.”

“If you are real and this ain’t a dream, you’ll let me kiss you goodbye?”

Magical Realism

🪄69 Beans And a Cup of Magic | crinklefries | Teen | 28,070 words | *Post-2016 Recs*

This one is also a coffee shop fic! A modern skinny Steve is studying literal magic, often at Bucky's coffee shop. A lot of this fic involves Steve talking about magic to Bucky, and Bucky being like, "I have no idea what that means, and it was sort of a weird thing to say. But, damn, you're so cute I can't stand it." This fic is heartwarming, sweet, and charming. Everything you want from a coffee shop AU, plus magic!

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“Work what out?” Bucky grumbles. “The rules of arson?”

“I totally promise that I very likely won’t set your coffee shop on fire, Bucky,” Steve says. He sighs and removes some of the post-it notes from his person.

“How does one person have this many post-it notes anyway?” Bucky mumbles and reaches forward to help Steve.

His fingers brush against Steve’s hair as he removes a piece stuck to the top of his head and his heart beats a little faster in his chest once he realizes how soft it is. He goes back for another post-it note, careful to touch the hair again.

So soft, he marvels, while simultaneously glaring at Steve.

“I’m trying something,” Steve says. “It’s not going well.”

Steve puts his elbows up on the counter and rests his face on his palms. He looks so despondent and it’s so unreasonably cute that Bucky has to refrain from smiling.

🪄Wishes and Words | wearing_tearing | Explicit | 48,425 words

This fic is an absolute delight. Grumpy Bucky is just fine being a recluse in his cottage, okay? He's a bad person, anyway, and people should stay away from him. It's for the best, really. So maybe he saved that one guy's life last night, whatever, no big deal. Oh, was that guy the prince? The weirdly persistent prince who keeps showing up at Bucky's door to try and express his gratitude, for the whole, saved-his-life, thing? The oddly sincere, blue-eyed, prince who keeps bringing presents because he really wants Bucky to know how grateful he is? Look, Prince Steve just wants to thank Bucky, okay? Seriously, this fic is so ridiculously cute.

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It looks like the easier way to deal with this is just to accept whatever he’s brought with him. Bucky could use new tools, that he knows, and the prospect of having the Prince leave him alone after he accepts them is just an added incentive. He can thank the man for this small kindness, and then never see him again.

Finally.

Bucky regards the Prince for a few more seconds, just for the pleasure of watching him squirm. Then, in his best dignified voice, the one learned when the King ruling him was nothing more than a tyrant and a murderer, he speaks.

“Thank you,” Bucky says, and then adds, with every ounce of respect he can muster, “Your Highness.”

It is worth it, although Bucky does his best to ignore it, for the grin that takes over Prince Steven’s face. It is bright and bold and happy, and a little bit blinding under the light of the sun.

🪄 Heirloom | 2bestfriends | Explicit | 21,734 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

The thing about fairytale, fae, and magic AUs, is that Bucky does tend to go through terrible things in them. Which, of course, is canon, and does happen in a lot of other AUs too, but fairytale-style AUs are a perfect place for curses/magic to work as a stand-in plot point for Hydra-related Bucky things. And for Steve and Bucky's love to break those curses. At least in this fic, when Bucky is cursed, blackmailed, and forced into an arranged marriage with someone he sure is going to hate him and have no problem demonstrating it, that person turns out to be, well, Steve. So really, things are looking up from the start.

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Steve’s heart sinks. Bucky has had to leave his home, to uproot his life and come to live in a completely unfamiliar country, with no support from his family, all of whom are dead or missing. How would Steve feel, if their positions were reversed?

"I hope that you will be comfortable here," Steve says quietly. He hesitates, then offers, "I know this can't be easy."

Some switch seems to flip, and that flirtatious personality returns, Bucky winking lasciviously at Steve. "But I definitely am,” he laughs, a slight edge to it, and then helps himself to a roll from the basket, the thin gold band around his wrist reflecting the candlelight and catching Steve’s attention again. "You've been exceptionally charming, Steve. I have no doubt I'll be very comfortable here with you."

Steve takes a deep breath and butters his own roll.

It's going to take some work to get to know the actual Bucky hidden beneath this mask, he thinks. "Tomorrow, the ceremony will likely take most of the morning, and then the celebrations will be expected to fill the rest of the day. In the evening, we'll leave together."

Bonus!

💮listen to your heart (don't say goodbye to me) | CinnamonCake | Explicit | 9,834 words

Greek mythology can't really be classed a fairytale, and magic doesn't feel like the right word for anything that happens, either. That said, I have no idea what other rec list I'd possibly put this fic on. So, I'm throwing it onto the end of this one — Stucky Hades and Persephone. Because, these two creating seasons so they can be together, seems fitting.

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"Don't," Bucky says, panic etching his words, and Steve looks up at him, confused frown on his face. "Don't touch the water. Don't eat the food. That's for them, not for us."

"What would happen if I did?" Steve asks, but he gets up and takes a step back and Bucky can’t help but curl his fingers protectively around his wrist .

"You'd be damned to this world."

Steve closes the gap between them and his lips graze Bucky's. "Would it be that bad? For me to be here forever?"

Bucky takes a deep breath, taking in the scent and warmth of Steve so close to him, so foreign in this place. He still wakes up in the middle of the night afraid he’ll turn to find Steve cold next to him, skin and eyelashes powdered with the ashes of funeral pyres. Only when he puts his lips to Steve’s wrist and feels the pulse there, the quiet beat of it against his skin, does he close his eyes again.

"Not like that," Bucky says and touches Steve's cheek until Steve looks at him. "Not because you were forced to."

(Additional bonus!

So, As I was creating this list, @raven-writes-fanfic posted this fic: The Tale of Prince Steven of Avalon. I haven't read this yet, but I am incredibly excited about it. It is inspired by this Irish Folktale, that I once posted about because it is so very perfect for Steve and Bucky.)

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Claws Out {2} || Stucky

STUCKY x shifter!fem!reader

Summary: After a delicious morning spent with Steve and Bucky you have a much less relaxing afternoon training with the Avengers Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral (both), mentions of male/male penetration, unprotected sex, reader injuries WC: ~2860

A/N: please head over to my side-blog HERE where my fics will be reblogged as a library. I have too many people than can be tagged now so I will be stopping it in the next few days to give people time to hit Get Notifications from @dilemmaslibrary - thank you so much for your support xxx

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“Why are the curtains open?” Bucky complained as the bright light flooded the room. “Steve…go find someone else to annoy.”

Steve chuckled as he sat on the love seat across the room, your soft purrs radiating from his lap that you sat on, enjoying gentle strokes he placed along your spine.

“You’re gonna waste the day away in that bed, Buck.” 

“Not my fault.” Bucky groaned as he pulled his pillow out from under his head and put it over his face to block out the light. “You two kept me up all night. Where’s my morning cuddle?”

You looked up at Steve, nudging his hand with your head before jumping off and padding across to the bed the three of you had woken up entangled in. Your paws had barely touched the sheet before Bucky curled his arm around you and you pulled you under the blankets, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness as you settled against his chest. 

You transformed in his arms and wrapped yours around his waist, your human need to capture his lips compelling the change without a thought. Running your hand across the planes of his chest, you felt his slow, steady breaths begin to change and the scent of his arousal permeated from his every pore. Your body was already moving on its own, your hips pressing closer as your tongue swiped across his plump bottom lip. 

“Thought you were tired.” Steve teased, his voice growing deeper as he caught a whiff of the delicious musk. 

“I was.” He said as he broke away from your kiss to trail his own down your neck, the sheets falling away as Steve appeared at your side. “Now I’m wide awake.”

You could feel just how awake he was as he draped his leg over yours and his hard length pressed along your thigh. You were still feeling the sweet ache at your core from your night sandwiched between them but it didn’t stop you from antagonising them further as you reached for the waistband on Steve’s sweatpants. His hand came to rest on yours and he looked like he was going to argue as he looked at the light bruises across your thighs, the  marks from their hips thrusting against your supple skin. 

“You didn’t hurt me.” You said gently as you eased the material down his hips and freed his erection so you could stroke him. “I love that you don’t hold back.”

When your lips kissed the tip of his cock all thoughts of his lazy Sunday were thrown to the wind and he knelt onto the bed, filling your mouth with a satisfied groan at the warmth enveloping him. One of his hands brushed your cheek tenderly and he looked to Bucky who had moved down the bed, nudging your legs wider as he settled between them. Your lips were still swollen from the pounding they had received last night and you moaned around Steve’s cock as Bucky soothed them with his tongue.

“She tastes like you.” Bucky grinned at Steve between the teasing swirls he circled around your clit.

Your back arched at the reminder of Steve filling you late last night with Bucky knelt behind him, watching you over his shoulder as he spilled into Steve. You had loved learning the new dynamics that Steve brought to the relationship and you liked to think they did too, becoming closer than ever - physically and emotionally.

Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair and massaged his scalp as he guided your head up and down his length, tipping his head back at the feeling of your mouth and the sight of Bucky eating you out. “This is not what I had planned for this morning.”

You pulled away, sucking all the way to his tip before releasing it with a small pop, wrapping your fingers around his girth. “What did you have planned?”

“I thought we could have…” he breathing laboured as you tightened your fist and dipped your head down to capture the bead of precum at his slit, “breakfast together.”

“That’s what we are doing.” Bucky chuckled. “Eating in.”

“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” Steve tried to growl but it turned to a moan as you cupped his tight sack and rolled it in your palm. “Shit.”

You loved the rare moments Steve would indulge in a curse and it sent your core tightening around Bucky’s fingers, your orgasm within sight. The bed shifted and you immediately missed the feel of Bucky’s warm mouth on your throbbing pearl but he was quick to wrap your legs around his hips and thrust his cock in instead. Your cry echoed the room at the sudden fullness but the sound was cut off as Steve pulled your hand away and silenced you with a mouthful. 

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head and Bucky fucked you hard, his hand reached out for Steve’s throat and pulling him closer. Your head spun at the sight above you, Steve and Bucky’s tongues fighting for dominance as they both thrust their cocks into your holes. 

You felt Steve’s cock swell first as he broke away from the passionate kiss and cried out with his release, the salty sweet flavour filling your mouth as you swallowed every drop of the huge load. You were delirious as your men filled your senses and the coil in your belly snapped, sending your pussy clenching around Bucky and keen mewls escaping your mouth. The sight of your tongue cleaning Steve of the saliva and cum that coated his cock and your walls spasming around him set off Bucky, his guttural cry vibrating through you as his back stiffened and his cock pulsed. 

Steve kissed your head and disappeared as Bucky collapsed beside you, his arm tossed happlessly over his eyes as his chest shuddered. You giggled as he kept his eyes shut but blindly reached for you and pulled you into his arms as Steve returned with a towel around his hips and two washcloths in his hands. You shivered at his tender touch, gently cleaning you with one warm cloth before doing the same to Bucky. 

“I love you.” You purred, a lazy smile gracing your face as you heard their responses echoed back.

“Now did I hear something about breakfast?”

The corridor to the industrial sized communal kitchen seemed to narrow as Natasha's voice echoed along the otherwise silent path through the facility. You felt Bucky and Steve stiffen beside you a second before the redhead came out of the room with Tony, her distrust for you palpable. She quickly turned on her heel and headed away but at least Tony looked happy to see you.

“Ah good, there you are.” Tony smiled. “Change your plans, get everyone out to the assault course, it’s competition time.”

“No, not until we sit down with Nat.” Steve argued. “We’re a family, we’re not meant to be divided.”

“Trust me, run the assault course and you’ll kill two birds with one stone, or should I say one cat?” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them over his nose with a smirk and clapped his hands. “Round up the gang.”

You looked around confused as everyone gathered on the back field, an assault course that was crazier than anything the army could ever think of having. Bucky and Steve looked equally confused as they found Sam, Scott, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Clint and Natasha beside them. You half expected Dr Banner to join the line up but it appeared he would be only observing with a clipboard.

“Right, it’s come to my attention that some people don’t trust me and my decision on who to bring to the team.” Tony said as he looked at Natasha. “It looks like we have to go old school and have a friendly competition so that you get to see I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Tony snapped his fingers at Dr Banner who squinted at the clipboard, forgetting to bring his glasses once again. “Uhh, Steve, Bucky, Y/N, Peter are up first, you can use all your super pow- wait, really?”

“Yes.” Tony nodded. “You can use your super strength, webs, all that jazz - first through the course wins.”

“C’mon Tone, that’s not fair.” Steve said, waving a hand at you.

“Rules are rules, we’re making an omelette today.”

“Yeah, yeah, break some eggs.” Steve muttered before looking at Bucky and whispering. “Just don’t let us come last.”

“Hell no, I’m not losing to spider-boy.”

You looked at the teenager rolling on the balls of his feet before looking back at the course and focusing on the obstacles you were going to be facing in mere moments. It all started with a 15 foot high wall with a landing before leading into a whole lot of posts that were jutting out of the ground. Each post was about 6 inches in diameter and required you to leap from one to another until you crossed the 50 yard span and reached the landing at the other side.

“On your marks.” Tony called out.

“$100 says she won’t make it past the wall.” Nat whispered loudly to Clint.

“Get set.” Tony growled in her direction. “Go!”

You pushed off and launched forward with Steve and Bucky at your side. A string of web shot through the air to a beam on the frame above the wall and Peter jumped as he pulled himself along the web to the top of the wall.

“Oh no you don’t.” Bucky grunted. “Queens is not winning this.”

The wall was fast approaching and you knew everyone would be watching you with intrigue since Steve and Bucky would use their super strength to jump and reach the platform. Preparing to reveal yourself you took a deep breath and let the change flow as you fell forwards, landing on four paws.

“Holy shit.” Sam gasped. “Anyone else seeing this?”

“What did Luis put in those brownies?” Scott mumbled as he shook his head and tried to clear the picture of a mountain lion now sprinting towards the obstacle course.

You pushed all your power and strength to your hind legs and leapt the span of the wall, your claws gripping the narrow landing to stop you clearing it completely. Although Peter had the head start there were no beams over this part of the course so he had to jump from post to post at regular human pace. Your coat began to change, spots breaking through the golden fur as your tail elongated at your more agile leopard form took over.

“Get him, baby girl.” Bucky cheered as you cleared each row of posts on the bounce and quickly leveled with Peter.

“What the hell, Mr Stark?” Peter squealed as he scrambled and nearly lost his footing. “Tell me this thing’s not real.”

“She’s real alright.” Tony laughed as he snacked on a twizzler. “That’s y/n.”

The Spider-Man swiveled his head back to you and you couldn’t help dropping your long tongue out the side of your mouth as you overtook him, Steve and Bucky laughing as they closed in on him too.

You reached the next landing with ease and found a narrow balancing beam that also rose at a steep angle, the drop to the ground below moving from a sprained ankle height to a broken leg height. It didn’t phase you though, not when you took Bucky’s favourite form of yours and shrunk to the size of a housecat. The beam was no longer narrow but wider than your body and you ran up it, your paws and claws giving you the traction needed for the incline.

“Guess that answers that.” Sam chuckled. “Wondered who brought the stray home. Oh, here comes wonder boy and his onesie.”

Because you were running towards what you could only describe as a turret, Peter had a higher anchor he could aim at and you pushed your little legs harder as a web shot overhead. You could feel the beam shudder with heavy stomps as Steve or Bucky started their run up it and you nearly bounced off with a hiss.

“Sorry!” Bucky yelled as he heard you, grateful you were nearly at the top.

“Ah, I guess we go that way?” Peter half asked as he reached the top at the same time as you, the other two quickly closing in again.

You looked over the lip and saw the ground was at least a 30 foot drop below and the next landing was about that distance away and halfway to the ground. Stepping away to the back edge of the landing you filled the space with your mountain lion form and calculated the force and angle you would need to clear the space and land square on the next platform.

Just as you were about to take the few steps forward to jump Peter punched his hand out and a web fired at a branch of the old white oak tree growing not far away. He leapt out before testing it and you watched with horror as the dead branch snapped and the teen began to fall, arms flailing.

You didn’t think, you didn’t calculate, you just leapt. You weren’t sure if Peter screamed because of the free fall or because there was a 120 pound big cat jumping at him with your teeth bared, but boy did he scream. Your sensitive ears ached as you reached him, your teeth grazing his skin slightly as you caught the strong material of his spider suit between them.

Your flank hit the edge of the shelf you had been aiming for but just came up short and the kid fell as your mouth opened with a painful roar. He tumbled safely across the landing as your claws buried in the wood trying to pull your body up but you were slipping further and further down.

“Hold on hun.” Steve called out behind you as he stood helpless beside Bucky. “Throw me.”

You weren’t going to die from the fall but you really didn’t want to lose the race, that was the hardest part to stomach when one of your claws broke and you fell to the ground. Your spine twisted, tail swiping as it helped you to turn and land feet down. Pain jolted up your legs and radiated up your body as you hit the ground and staggered a few steps before collapsing.

Warm hands ran along your fur, feeling for breaks as you whined quietly. Steve lifted your head gently and laid it on his lap as he sat beside you. “Talk to me, Buck.”

“I can’t feel any breaks. Can you change back for me, doll?”

You groaned as the pain shifted with you and your ankles and wrists both hurt to move, your lips pouting as you looked at your bloodied finger. “I broke a nail.”

Bucky laughed as he fell back on his butt, relieved that you were able to joke as Peter landed beside you, the rest of the team making their way over.

“Nice save.” Tony said to you as he nodded towards a very sheepish looking Peter.

“Yeah, uh, thank you y/n. That woulda sucked.” Peter said as he rubbed the red skin where your teeth had caught him but he wasn’t bleeding.

“Don’t mention it.” You winced. “Does this mean I lost?”

“Actually you won.” Tony grinned. “You touched all the platforms and made it back to the ground first.”

Bucky grinned back and held his fist up to Steve. “Brooklyn beats Queens, every time.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.” Natasha said as she held a hand out to you.

“For what?” You asked as accepted it, standing gingerly on your sore feet until Steve’s arm supported you around your waist.

“I really didn’t think you would be able to hold your own.” She admitted, tilting her head as she looked at you. “But you even managed to have the kids back too.”

“I must have missed the sorry in all that.” You teased as her lips curled up in a tight smile.

“Let’s not push it.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You should go get checked out, do we have a vet on staff?”

“Ha ha.” Tony rolled his eyes. “You two take her to the medbay. Romanoff, Wilson, Barton, Lang - you’re up.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.” You promised your boyfriends as they tried to get you to the medical wing. “Stop fussing, I just need to lay down and have cuddles.”

“C’mon Steve.” Bucky shrugged. “You saw her heal from Rumlows’s attack and you weren’t this worried.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning to look at you with his sad eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek, “it’s just now I can’t risk losing you. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, but I promise I’m not going to die from this.” You reassured him as Bucky lifted you up to kiss him, your ankles too sore to try tiptoe and reach. “Now can we please go back to bed?”

Click here for part 3.

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[disasterofastory]

Doll - Part 5 (Stucky x Reader)

Doll

Part 5 - Deal // Doll Masterlist

Stucky x Reader

Bodyguard AU

Warnings: none

Summary: You talk with your bodyguards about what happened.

You wake up in your own bed, tucked in. Your bottom is sore, and only a shower can help with the burning feeling, but you have no idea what to do with your mind. Your thoughts zigzag in your head about yesterday. Bucky spanked you while Steve watched the whole scene. And you enjoyed every minute of it. What happened last night? What does this mean to your relationship? What does it mean for you?

After a shower, you still plan on hiding in your room the whole day when a soft knock disturbs your overthinking. You stare at the door, not knowing what to do. You have to answer. Yes. You should. That's what you should do, but you can't move.

"Y/N?" You hear your name from the other side of the door. "Are you awake?" It's Bucky.

You bit into your lower lip until it hurts, and you force yourself to get up and let them in. They wait for you patiently, looking at you up and down when you show yourself.

"Hey," you greet them meekly.

"Can we come in?" Steve asks with slight worry in his voice.

What Bucky did yesterday, what they did was reckless and risky. Maybe they hurt you even though it was far from their intentions. Maybe you regretted it, and now you think they are perverts, but you are too afraid of them to send them away. So many possibilities how this can go wrong for all the three of you.

"Of course," you hum, letting them in and closing the door behind you with a soft click.

"How did you sleep?" Steve asks, trying to bring up the topic slowly, but Bucky has other ideas. In contrast with his friend, Bucky has no doubts about last night.

"How's your backside?" He asks at the same time as Steve. The blonde stares at his friends for a second before his attention is back on you.

"I sleep well," you reply. "And sore."

"Do you need the soothing balm?" Steve asks.

"No," you shake your head. "It's fine."

"How do you feel about last night?" Steve asks after a deep breath. You can feel both of their eyes on you as they wait for your answer. Heat creeps up on your cheeks, and you bite into your lips once again.

"I-I'm confused," you confess, glancing at them for a moment and then back to the window. "I mean, it wasn't bad... I enjoyed it," you continue because you don't see a reason to lie. "But I don't know what that means... for us."

You don't want to seem like a girl who imagines too much into things, but you still need some explanation. It's not every day that you get spanked by your bodyguards.

Bucky seems much more confident than Steve. The blond man is worried while his friend knows what he wants and just waits for you two to catch up with him.

The brunette thought about it a lot since you got comfortable around them. Yes, it's totally unprofessional, and they risk everything with it, but he knows his feelings. And he knows Steve too. You excite them and keep them content at the same time. You make them laugh and warm and horny with everything you do. They didn't feel like this a long time ago. So what if you don't reciprocate their feelings? They go home to work as mechanics. But what if it works? What if you are the missing piece?

"Come here, Doll," he says, sitting down on your bed to pull you on his lap. You let him move you with wide eyes. Your legs are at the sides of his thighs, your hands are on his broad shoulders. His large palm is warm on your hips.

"Bucky? What are you doing?" Steve asks, worried. The brunette has to force himself not to roll his eyes. Steve was always like this. He worries and thinks too much. His heart is too damn good.

"Doll told us she enjoyed it," he replies. "Right?"

"Yes," you nod.

"And you want to know what it means for our relationship," Bucky continues. You nod again. "We like you, Y/N," he says easily. "Even when you are bratty," he smirks, pinching your ass and making you jump up a little.

"I like you too," you answer, licking your dry lips.

"But there are a few things you should know, Doll."

You frown, thinking about the worst immediately.

"We are a package deal," the man says, glancing at Steve. "You get both of us or none of us."

"I don't have a problem with it," you reply without thinking. You like both of them. You couldn't even imagine one without the other.

"And we like certain things in bed."

"Like what?"

"Like dominating our partner," Bucky explains. His thumb draws small circles on your hip. "We like it when our partner is obedient and does as we say, but we like them bratty too so we can punish them. How do you feel about that?"

"Like... yesterday?" You ask, trying to keep your breathing even. You can't deny that Bucky's words excite you like nothing before.

"Exactly," he nods. "You did something wrong, you got punished, and now you are forgiven."

"I liked it," you admit. "I really... liked it." At this point, you don't even remember how it feels like when you don't burn from embarrassment and excitement at the same time.

"And you liked it enough to try it with us?"

"As in a relationship?"

No matter how much you like Steve and Bucky, you don't want it to be just a sex thing. You want much more than that.

"Yes," Bucky nods. "We have to keep it a secret, though."

"Yeah," you agree. "I understand."

While you are busy talking with Bucky, Steve just stands there, thinking. He can't help but think about ways this could go wrong for all the three of you.

"Go and kiss Stevie over there, Doll. He seems a bit lonely."

Bucky's words wake him from his thoughts. He whips his head up, watching you get up from his friend's lap to make your way to him. Even though you look a bit shy, there is a cheeky glint in your eyes as you look at him.

"You really want this, Doll?" Steve asks quietly.

"Yes," you nod. "I really want both of you."

Steve leans closer to you, placing his hand on your hip to pull you closer against his chest. You are warm and soft and smell like berries and body lotion. Bucky stays in his seat, watching his friend's gaze getting hooded as he closes his eyes at the last moment. His lips are on yours. At first, you can barely feel it, like a light breeze early in the morning. An impatient grunt leaves your lips, making them smirk.

"And here is the attitude again," Bucky sighs without real annoyance in his voice.

Steve hums, closing his mouth on your lower lip, sucking it in before caging you in his arms as he licks into your mouth much more confidently. Soon, your whole body trembles against his as you let him lead the kiss however he wants. And he ends it too soon.

"How about a date, Doll?" He asks hoarsely, still keeping you in his arms.

"Yeah," you hum. "I would like that."

Maybe it's not professional. But what can they do when it feels so good?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #stucky x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #bodyguard au

[questionableratatouille00]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ (ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ)

Pairing: Stucky/Stevebucky

Summary: it’s a lament I guess

Warnings: talks of abuse and domestic violence, child abuse, religion is heavily mentioned, religious imagery(???), death, sadness, homophobia, internal homophobia, slight mention of suicidal ideation. Let me know if more needs to be tagged.

When he fell off that train, James Buchanan Barnes died. When James Buchanan Barnes’ empty grave was filled with dirt, he was truly gone.

Steve would never see him again. He would never see his perfectly styled—‘but casual,’ Bucky had always reminded him—hair again. He would never stare into those beautiful steel blue eyes again. He would never bundle into Bucky’s warmth during the cold winter nights in Brooklyn in their occasionally shared bed. He would never smell that familiar scent, the pine trees with a hint of sandalwood and something else that was so inherently Bucky.

He would never feel the soft and warm touch of Bucky’s fingers against his chin as he helped Steve shave a spot he’d missed. Not that he grew much facial hair anyway. But he liked pretending that there was something to shave.

These days, he’s positive that he could grow a beard or a mustache if he really wanted to. Product of the Serum.

He doesn’t know how he feels about the Serum anymore. It feels like everything that came from it came with a price.

He can grow a beard now, but he has no hair on any other place on his body beside his head. And that’s literal; the only hair he has—his scalp, his brows, his lashes, his potential beard, and even his ear and nose hair.

He got what he wanted, too. A strong and healthy body. Strength. Speed. Quicker healing.

But the price for that was higher, too. He lost what he actually cared about. Bucky. His home in Brooklyn. Bucky. His peace. Bucky. Occasionally, his morals, too. Like when he was so eager for revenge on HYDRA. And he lost Bucky, too.

He didn’t know why he kissed Peggy. Part of him thinks that he did it because he thought he was expected to. But it wasn’t like he was in front of a crowd with the Star Spangled Singers, so who was he performing for?

Another part of him thought he was doing it because he liked her. Which he did, that wasn’t a complete lie. She was pretty, and smart, and confident. And she seemed to like him enough. And even before the Serum, she liked him more than any other woman had besides his mother. His Ma. He missed her. And he missed Bucky.

Even after his Ma died, he saw her everywhere. He saw her in the 40s, in the nurses who worked with the 107th after he rescued them. He saw her in some of the girls who danced on stage with him, their sparkling eyes and mischievous grins and their soft hands and faces when they were worried about him.

He saw her in the future, too. He saw her in pots of coffee, he saw her in mothers watching their children who sat next to him on the benches at the park as he was sketching the birds, he saw her in himself sometimes, too. In his blond hair, in his sense of right and wrong. Sometimes he felt like he was losing that.

But what seeing her in all of these places taught him was that even after people died and went to Heaven or wherever people go when they die, (Steve wasn’t really sure anymore, not after what he’d seen) they weren’t really gone.

He didn’t know if Heaven was real or not. He was raised Catholic, and even if his Ma couldn’t afford to feed herself some nights, she did make sure he got to go to church. When he was thirteen, he had a phase where he really didn’t want to go.

And his Ma didn’t make him go. He was lucky like that; some kids he knew (or knew of, he didn’t have very many friends during that time of his life) had rebelled against their parents and didn’t want to go, and their parents would beat them as a punishment.

His Ma never hit him. Intentionally, that was. Of course, she’d bumped into him a few times, but she’d never hurt him on purpose.

He knew Bucky’s dad beat him. Not all the time, only when he’d done something his father deemed ‘bad’ enough. Bucky didn’t like to talk about it.

In the future, such things are considered abuse, and people care about it. People can and do go to jail for it, now. Steve was glad.

He ended up going to church again a few weeks after the phase started and inevitably finished. He believed in it enough, and he knew it made his Ma happy.

But even so, it all didn’t seem to stick after he came out of the ice. He didn’t know if there was a God or not, but he guessed he’d find out later, right?

But it wasn’t just his Ma who’d he see in things. He’d see Bucky, too. He’d see Bucky in little boys who were pushing their sisters on the swings at the park, he’d see Bucky in guys who went to comic book stores and other ‘nerdy’ places.

He saw Bucky’s curious mind in Bruce, he saw his stress for the people he cared about in Tony. He saw him in Nat, who cared about him and his health. He saw him in Wanda, who cared and stressed so deeply about the world it occasionally gave her headaches or made her sick. He saw him in Pietro, too, when the kid was still alive. In Pietro’s charm, his flirtatious nature when he talked to the Sokovian girls he saved.

He saw his loyalty in Sam. He saw his marksmanship in Clint. He saw his cleverness in Scott.

He saw his intelligence in Thor. Just like Bucky, Thor was really, really smart. People would assume that he wasn’t due to the fact that he was Asgardian and not from Earth, or because he’s so handsome that even if he was as dumb as a rock it wouldn’t matter.

People in the forties knew Bucky was smart, he was well educated and he talked like he was smart, along with the fact that he knew a lot about a lot of things. He had to be smart to be a sniper.

But people never knew just how smart Bucky was. Bucky was much smarter than Steve ever was, and likely ever would be.

In that awful museum exhibit, they have a few small bits about him and Bucky. Not enough to show how much they meant to each other, and on that Steve was sure. They didn’t even talk about his Ma, besides mentioning that he was born to her. They had messed up her name, too. That made Steve angry. Not even angry, enraged, really.

His Ma was his biggest influence, one of the most important people in his life and not only did they not even care enough to talk about her, but they messed up her name. Her name was Sarah Rogers, not Sara Rogers.

It wasn’t the only error. A popular belief about him was that his birthday was July 4th. That wasn’t true. It’s what he’d said on one of his enlistment forms. Just like he changed his city and state, he’d changed his birthday, too. It would make it easier if he was caught. Nobody would believe that that many Steve Rogers were born on the same day. His real birthday was December 22nd. Nobody alive knew about that. The Howlies didn’t, Peggy didn’t, Commander Phillips didn’t, nobody did. Except for Bucky. And that secret was buried in his empty grave. None of those historians would’ve known it. Those historians sure liked to focus on him and Peggy, though. He didn’t know how he felt about that.

He only kissed her once. Which, he guessed, meant a lot, considering he didn’t kiss very many people.

If anyone asked him about his first kiss, he’d say it was a girl from Brooklyn. He made up a name for her and everything. Charlotte Darlene. He wasn’t sure if Darlene was meant to be a second first name or a last name, but nobody ever asked, so it didn’t matter.

But that was another lie about him. There were a lot of those, he realized.

The truth is that his first kiss wasn’t Charlotte Darlene. It wasn’t a girl from Brooklyn, either. It wasn’t a girl at all.

It was Bucky.

Bucky was a lot of Steve’s firsts. He was his first best friend, his first kiss, his first Coney Island buddy, he was his first housemate, and he was the first person to destroy him, too.

He could remember that kiss. That was the worst part.

They were having a sleepover at Steve’s house. His Ma was at work, she was wouldn’t be home until late. They’d built a pillow fort in front of the couch using it, its cushions, and the sheets off Steve’s bed. It was small, so the two 14 and 15 year old boys were pressed up against each other. They were talking about something stupid, like girls in their class that they liked.

Bucky was talking about how there was this pretty girl, Nancy Laurel, that he had a crush on.

Nancy Laurel was a pretty girl. She was thin, and her family was well off. So was Bucky’s, but then again so was nearly everyone compared to Steve. Nancy’s eyes were a bright blue, like the sky or the ocean on a sunny day. Her skin was pale, but when she blushed it made her cheeks a beautiful pink. Her hair was blonde, always neatly styled in soft and gentle waves or curls.

The air in the small blanket and pillow fort was hot from their laughter, and as they quit laughing for a minute, they just smiled at each other. Steve could remember what Bucky looked like, his cheeks a light pink and his smile wide. His eyes sparkled, and they were so beautiful it made Steve want to ask God to strike him down right then and there.

That was when Bucky quickly leaned in and kissed him. Steve knew he intended it to be a quick peck, but something made Bucky linger there for a minute before he pulled away.

Both boys stared at each other again. But this time, it wasn’t a small pause in conversation filled with bright smiles. It was a sense of fear shared between them. He could see the shame and instant regret on Bucky’s face; the poor boy looked like he was seeing the devil at that very moment. Steve didn’t think he looked like that. All Steve felt was shock, and a hint of fear. That was wrong, and he knew it was wrong. Boys don’t kiss boys, boys kiss girls and fall in love with them and get married and have kids. That was that.

Steve didn’t believe in that anymore, nor did he ever really believe in it back then.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s eyes watered. “I’m sorry.” And then he rushed out.

It was a Friday night that night. Bucky and Steve didn’t talk until the following Monday, where Steve hoped he was making it clear that he just wanted to forget about it and pretend it never happened. And Bucky seemed to agree, because the 17 year old boy never brought it up again.

They didn’t have any more sleepovers until the following month after that. It was December when that happened. Steve’s last sleepover as a 16 year old boy was the most memorable one he’d ever had.

Steve found his grave a couple of months after the Battle of New York. He was buried in Brooklyn. His grave was nice enough. He was buried in front of an angel statue. She was a beautiful angel, with her head tilted slightly down as she looked upon the graves. Particularly, upon Bucky’s empty one.

“I see him everywhere,” He told Natasha as they stood on the roof of a HYDRA building they’d just cleared out. She said nothing at that.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. When we find him.” He confessed. She looked at him, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You’ll figure it out. I’m guessing you’re not going to hand him to the authorities? Or the government?”

“Hell no.” He huffed out a laugh. “I..I can’t force him to stay. But if he agrees to go back to the states with us, I’ll let him stay with me. Like we did back in the forties.”

“Steve.” She hummed, and he looked at her. She held his gaze as she continued. “I know you want to have him back. But the guy you’re looking for is not the same guy who fell from that train. I know you want him to be, but he will never be that again.” Natasha Romanoff was a good friend. She was a good friend because she was honest. Even if sometimes he didn’t want her to be.

He looked back out towards the woods the building was concealed by. He tried to ignore the stinging in his eyes and the burning in this throat as he answered.

“I know.” There was silence after that.

#bucky barnes x steve rogers #stucky #stevebucky #steve and bucky #bucky and steve #steve bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky/steve

[banannabethchase]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @aidaronan <3 <3 thanks deary!

Putting this monster under a cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As of this very second, 298. Which is absurd.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,342,926 (I'm well over a million words even taking out my Quintis baby fic holy applesauce)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wrestlefic, mostly AEW. But I will always have a soft spot for Quintis, Pipeyna, Stucky, and my everlove Percabeth.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Oh this is gonna be weird for reasons you'll see: Plus One [Criminal Minds], Back to the Future [PJO/Marvel], The Pros and Cons of Avengers Tower (It's Mostly Cons) [Marvel], Forever After You Will Be My Home [CBS Scorpion], The Rumor of Us [Heroes of Olympus]. Wrestlefandom is just so flippin tiny not a single fic made it in here kudos wise or even came close. It will always baffle me that my highest kudos'd fic is a Criminal Minds story.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I make it a point to try and make sure most if not all comments are responded to, but I think that's a compulsive thing on my end.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh. Good question. I have a fair bit of angst, but the only one I can think of with a truly hopeless and angsty ending is Aftermath of the End, which is a concept of what would happen if Percy had died in Blood of Olympus and Annabeth went mad with grief. It is...very dark, very angsty, and very different from most things I've written.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

You ask the fluff monster what is the happiest ending? This is a hard question. I think Set the World Alight is the overall happiest ending, since everyone gets their best possible outcome, especially after all the tough stuff they worked through in the rest of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but it's usually built from a misunderstanding, I'd like to think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*gestures to the 95 explicit and 58 mature rated fics on my AO3 account* I mean. Very much yes. And what kind? All kinds, at this point. Too many kinds, truly. See the most recent thing I posted. Yoinks.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have! Craziest one is the one I'm making for my 300th AO3 posting which is AEW based but brings in two of my other college AUs from completely different fandoms. It's pure self indulgent shenanigans.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh yes. Multiple people have specifically stolen The Rumor of Us which like. Why???

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes a handful.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh I hate this. I think all time is Percabeth, because come the fuck on, but Quintis, HangMatt, HangMox, Pipeyna, and Stucky challenge constantly for the title.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would love to finish that massive undertaking of writing Heroes of Olympus where Reyna and Annabeth were switched instead of Percy and Jason, but it'll never happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, fluff, and porn with feelings.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Angst. Writing without stupid puns. Keeping things serious. Editing to make sure I didn't make the same joke/use the same word/repeat phrasing across a fic or all my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think the only languages I'd be comfortable even attempting are French and Spanish since I'm relatively conversational in Spanish and I took 9 years of French, but I would be very hesitant and would consult a native speaker to help me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...when I was 6 I wrote a self-insert based on Berenstain Bears and when I was around 10 or 11 I wrote a self-insert where a girl named Mallory met Puddleglum's brother whose name escapes me (because I made it up in 2002) and they had to save Narnia together.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh goodness. I think my novel-length ones are my favorites. Set the World Alight, The Rumor of Us, and Forever After You Will Be My Home were labors of love and dedication that proved to me I can write a single story narrative. I also accidentally imprinted on all of those character designs for these fics, so they are intrinsically related to my interpretation of characters when I'm initially playing around with ideas. Forever After specifically I worked my ass off on with 15 or so hours of research on pregnancy, early childhood, and giving birth which I think shows in the detail.

Should they like to do so, I tag @perseannabeth, @sarahcakes613, @booboo-eyedbambi, and @scissormedaddyass! No pressure though <3

#Tag games #about Sara #in which sara writes

[burberrycanary]

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) ∘ a Post-TFATWS Stucky Fix-it

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

The narrow patch of sky above them drifts toward navy, then a muted cornflower blue. Grayish-brown birds land on the high patio walls before taking off again with a dry rustle of wings. Their low coos are a mournful sound.

Bucky reaches the end of his book and stretches his arms out, rolling his shoulders, particularly on his left side.

“Does it hurt?” Steve asks, meaning his Wakandan arm.

Bucky considers the question, like his body is complex algebra and he has to figure out which variable he’s solving for.

“Gets stiff, in my shoulder. And there’s a—” Bucky pauses, licking his lower lip. “A something that I know is pain. But it’s just information. I can’t feel it. Best Shuri could do.” And then Bucky smiles, mostly around his eyes. “Which is pretty damned good. Kid’s amazing. She still sends me the weirdest memes now and then.”

Steve tips his head back and stares at the sky that’s pinking up with the dawn.

“Would you ever go back to Wakanda?”

Bucky is quiet a little before he makes a soft noise that’s too wistful to be a chuckle and too fond to be sad.

“I’m sort of on their shit list right now. Long story.”

Steve rolls his head enough to watch Bucky in profile and he’d like to draw Bucky just like this: thoughtful, patient, weary, silhouetted against the complicated mass of wild brilliant flowers.

Quietly Steve says, “We’ve got some time.”

Read Chapter 8 on AO3

Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic​​​​​​​, @booksandabeer​​​​​​​ and @zenaidamacrouras1​​​​​​​ ❤️❤️❤️

#stucky #stucky fic #steve x bucky #steve x bucky fic #steve/bucky #steve/bucky fic #stevebucky #stevebucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #endgame fix-it #endgame fix-it fic #post-tfatws #post-tfatws fic #lost vocabularies that might express #the existential loneliness of steven g. rogers #bucky barnes needs a hug #otp: till the end of the line #otp: even when I had nothing I had you #steve makes better choices #he's trying folks

[cable-knit-sweater]

Just thinking Stucky + music thoughts…

Just some rambling thoughts under the cut

Like, pre war Stucky in their crappy little Brooklyn apartment, with not too many belongings that are worth much (in monetary value that is), until one day Bucky brings home a record player that he fixed up himself. He tells Steve it’s because he just loves music so damn much, that he wanted to be able to listen to his favorite records whenever he could, was going to save every little penny to get the records he wanted. And part of it is that, it’s not an outright lie. But a bit part of the reason is also that he’s always wanted to dance with Steve. And they can’t do that in public, not in the way he really really wants.

So he saves up, until he gets a record that’s perfect for slow dancing, and he grabs Steve’s hand, telling him that this song is just not made for dancing to by yourself, that he needs a partner. And Steve splutters and blushes and tells him he can’t dance, that he’s not gonna be a very good partner. Bucky gives him a soft smile and tells him that they’ll go slow, that he’ll teach him how to dance, that it’ll be a good skill to have and Steve no longer would have to stand on the side lines whenever they go out, but join in and find a girl to impress. Steve caves, and not because of any of the reasons Bucky brought up, but just because he wanted to do it all along but now Bucky doesn’t think he’s too eager.

And they dance together slowly, all of Steve’s senses so attuned to where Bucky’s one hand is resting on his hip, the feeling of his other hand being intertwined with Steve’s. But then he looks into Bucky’s eyes, and he’s not sure what he sees there, but it surprises and scares both of them a little, and they jump apart. Still, they try again a couple of days later, and they get so comfortable dancing together, to fast music and slow music, dancing close together and both of them almost trembling with the tension they now both recognize for what it is, or just letting loose and dancing like crazy without a care in the world, forgetting all their problems for a little while.

And as much as Steve loves the dancing, some of his favorite moments are coming home to Bucky sitting on the fire escape, his smooth, deep, beautiful voice singing along, echoing through their little home. And one day, one day they just give in, and Bucky’s hands travel from Steve’s hips to his face, cupping it in between his palms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

During the war, everything changes. There’s so little music in their lives then. Bucky’s changed due to whatever had been done to him in Zola’s lab. But still, some nights, after a rough day, when the two of them are together in Steve’s tent, all wrapped up around each other, sharing body heat, Bucky will softly sing him to sleep.

When Steve wakes up from the ice, and slowly gets introduced to what he’s missed, including all kinds of music from the past couple of decades, he feels kind of indifferent. Sure, he likes some of it. Sam has some suggestions for music that he thinks he could enjoy. But it just doesn’t sound the same to him. And he can’t really listen to music from before the war. It reminds him too much of his mom, of Bucky. He sometimes does put an old record on, when he feels like finding something to connect with Bucky again. But it ends up in shattered records and record sleeves drenched in tears.

But then Bucky comes back to him. Bucky, who’s trying to regain his memories, but with so many of them painful and traumatic, Steve tries to help him remember some of the good. He gets their old record player from the Smithsonian, and spends hours on eBay and in small record stores finding some of Bucky’s favorites. When he plays the one he and Bucky danced to that first time, Bucky comes out of the corner he’d been hiding in, a frown on his face, clearly trying to place it. Steve grabs his hand, and carefully places one hand on Bucky’s hip, and slowly starts to sway.

After a while, recognition seems to dawn on Bucky’s face. He stumbles a little over his words, but he asks in a whisper “have we danced to this before?”, and Steve tells him about it as best as he can. Bucky listens raptly, a few tears running down his face, and when the story ends, he tells Steve he remembers, that he always just wanted to dance with him, that he never thought Steve would go for it & how it had lit him up inside when he’d said yes.

And one day, Steve comes home from a run with Sam, and finds Bucky sitting on the floor, records spread out in front of him, confidently singing along to one of their favorite songs, his voice just as smooth as it was all those years ago, and for a couple of minutes, Steve just stays where he is, overwhelmed with emotions and love and gratitude & with the biggest smile on his face, just taking it all in, in complete disbelief that he gets to have this again.

#and obviously Bucky gets obsessed with new music #introducing Steve to all kinds of artists #just getting so completely excited about discovering something new #dragging Steve from concert to concert #taking him out dancing every time they can #making all kinds of playlists and obsessing over them #yeahhh #so that #stucky #I’m having SO MANY feels 😭😭

[jamesbuch-anon]

Breakfast with Daddies

(just a one shot for my dear friend @killerblackwidow this is a Daddies!Stucky x Little!Natasha one shot, based on our RP. Super fluffy and written on my phone so I'm sorry for any errors!)

Steve awoke early that morning, as he usually did, for his morning run. It was hard for him to get out of bed though, warmth and softness surrounding him.

As he laid on his side, his eyes opened up to see Natasha curled up next to him, cuddling into the blonde's strong chest. Her red, curly hair was perfectly messy- she looked like a piece of art in a museum. On the other side of her was Bucky, flesh arm draped over the Russian's slim waist as he held her close. Bucky's fingers gently brushed against Steve's arm and it made him smile.

So did his boyfriend's slightly scruffy face and relaxed face- the only time he looked so relaxed was when he was with Steve and Natasha. Which Steve was thankful for, as he felt the same way. And he was sure Natasha did as well.

Bucky mumbled to himself as he began to wake up a little. The sun glaring into the room which made him sigh. He was just starting to have nice dreams, as he had begun sleeping in the same bed as Steve and Natasha. They provided him the safety and love he needed in order to have a restful night. And that damned sun had to go and ruin it.

As he opened his eyes, he couldn't help the smile that graced his face. He leaned in a little, careful of Tasha, and kissed Steve sweetly. The other returned the kiss lovingly, a quiet hum leaving him.

"Good morning, handsome. I was just about to go on my run.." Steve didn't need to finish his sentence, Bucky already knew what he was going to say. The two never wanted to leave Nat alone- especially when little. She was too precious to them and the little thing should never be left alone. Not even during punishments, where they would be sitting near her as she got time out. Offering words of love when she needed them.

Bucky nodded and gave him another kiss. "Alright, I'll work on breakfast. I'm sure Tasha will be up soon." He and Steve carefully got up from the bed as to not disturb Nat- Steve going off to get ready for his run, and Bucky going to start on breakfast for his loves.

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As Bucky sang to himself, bacon sizzling on the pan in front of him, another sound hit his ears. Little feet padding on the wooden floors, and then the tiles of the kitchen. Without turning around he knew who it was.

"Good morning, little swan!" He beamed and turned to the red head, who grinned and ran to her daddy, giving him a tight hug.

"G'morning Papa!" She giggled as Bucky scooped her up in his arms, giving her a little bounce.

"Did Tasha sleep well?" He hummed and rubbed her bum affectionately, making her purr and snuggle into his neck.

"Uh huh, slepted good." Bucky chuckled and kissed her cheek. He went over to the island and set her down in one of the chairs.

"I'm glad you slepted good, sweetheart. Papa doesn't want you to get hurt while he makes breakfast, so stay there okay? We're having pancakes, bacon, sausage and eggs." Nat giggled again with a playful eye roll.

"Papa you always make pancakes! Dats all you know how to make!" This time she squealed in laughter as Bucky gasped, a hand to his heart. He tried so hard not to smile- her laughter was contagious.

"Excuse me, missy! I know how to cook many things! Remember when Papa made us that fancy pasta dish?" He nodded encouragingly, hoping she would indeed remember. It was a hard dish too, he thought.

Natasha put on a thoughtful face, as if she had to think hard to remember. Bucky chuckled and began tickling her sides, causing his girl to burst out in giggles. "Silly girl." He whispered, kissing her cheek before he quickly went back to the food, so it didn't burn.

Just a few moments after, Steve walked into the apartment. Slightly sweaty from his run, cheeks flushed. Natasha perked up when she saw Steve and grinned, reaching for him with grabby hands.

"Hey, pumpkin!" Steve cooed, easily picking her up on his hip and giving her a big kiss to her cheek. She kicked her legs shyly as she giggled.

"Daddy! All sweaty!" She playfully complained, wriggling in the blonde's arms. He laughed and gently set her back down in her chair before booping her nose. "Yeah, daddy should probably take a shower before breakfast huh?" The redhead nodded emphatically as he went over to the brunet, kissing his scratchy cheek. Bucky turned his head and returned the kiss to his clean shaven cheek.

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Fresh out of the shower and in some comfy clothes, Steve walked out of the bathroom and into the aromatic kitchen. There he saw his two loves sitting at the table, Bucky cutting some chocolate chip pancakes up as Natasha drank some milk out of her red sippy cup. He stood, watching them for a moment, his eyes practically in the shape of hearts. He had no idea how he ended up being so lucky. Being in a relationship with the two people he cared about and loved the most in the whole world. One his best friend from childhood, and one his first friend when he woke up from the ice. Not only that, but he got to be in such a rewarding BDSM dynamic. It was like he was born to be a Daddy. Everyday he woke up and was excited for what the day would bring. What adventures the trio would get up to.

Steve had the sweetest little girl and fellow daddy anyone could ever dream of.

Finally he stepped fully into the kitchen, wordlessly giving both Bucky and Nat a kiss on their head. He got himself a big plate and food and some orange juice before sitting down.

He would enjoy breakfast with his found family, making sure to soak in every minute. Love practically radiating off of him.

[endgame-steve-is-not-real]

I am sorry for continuing to fuel your obsession but I was left alone with my thoughts so I thought about cottagecore stucky💖💖💖

with the flowers that they have around their garden, would they have marigolds and calendula since those are good for repelling insects (calendula petals are also edible and used for making cosmetics), would they also have some sage since burning it repels mosquitoes?

Also for their tea garden I feel like they'd have chamomile, lavender, and maybe some mints. I also feel like they'd have a lemon tree bc you can use lemons for a lot of things. Maybe they'd grow pumpkins too, like the type for eating/making pie. I feel like Bucky would probably have some vintage recipes for various pies including pumpkin.

Also with Steve's art, how do you feel about the idea of him making his own paints and making taking some of the flower petals from the garden and drying them and grinding them to make pigments to make more organic paint colors. Also I feel like they'd have a fireplace and/or outdoor fire pit, if Steve uses charcoal for drawing maybe he could make charcoal sticks/pencils from the burnt wood in the fireplace instead of buying more expensive/fancy charcoal for his art.

Also how many indoor/house plants do they have and which one of them would be the plant dad. Do they have any bird feeders in front of the windows for Alpine to look at?

Never be fucking sorry I think I'm in love with you a lil bit<33

YES. YES. yes to all of it. Alpine watching birds at the cottage is possibly the most peaceful thought I could ever have. you are a genius 🤌😭

Steve making his own art supplies is so fucking cute and just SO Steve like OF COURSE Steve would do something like that.

Steve is Obsessed™ with charcoal sketching cus he use to do that all the time before the war and he fucking loves leaving charcoal marks all over Bucky *cough*activities*cough*

Steve using flowers to make different colors and experiencing all the different things he can do with it and the never ending possibilities is just afshaajsvs. Imagine curious lil Steve finding out he can make his own paints and doing all the research he possibly can and after SEVERAL failed attempts ending in adorable pouts that Bucky was more than happy to kiss away, he finally finally got it right and now has a whole pallette of organic paints which he made himself????? And he is so fucking proud of himself?????

And the pumpkin and lemon tree!!! Growing up my grandparents had 2 lemon trees in their front yard and i have so many good memories with lemon trees and like ohhhhh all the goddamn lemonade that Steve would make, he is BIG on using everything from his garden and making minimal trips to the grocery store. Bucky is just happy he doesn't have to leave the house much often and gets to spend more time in his garden. All the pies they made with the pumpkins they grew and and all the gallons of lemonade they made.

They would have those big transperant dispensers which are constantly in use and full of different stuff either one of them made that day

Dispensers like these 👆

And their house smelling like sage is such a soft feeling oh my 🥹🥹 obvs they had to be careful with certain plants to not trigger any bad memories for Bucky and stuff but yesss they grow lavender which I think is Steve's favourite (because it's my favourite i think I'm projecting lmao) cus like you look at Steve and you just KNOW he smell something flowery and it's most prolly lavender and they have all the flowers growing right in front of their main entrance like thiis

Their kitchen have a back door that leads to their herbs and tea garden cus that's the sensible thing lmao and the kitchen is always smelling nice even when they r not cooking/baking something.

Over all the big picture is Bucky and Steve sitting in their kitchen, Steve still has some paint splatters on his hands, they are drinking thier tea with mint and lemon, the house smells like sage while alpine is sitting on the picturesque window sill watching the birds near the bird feeder that steve put up himself, there is pie in the oven which Bucky made and Steve would like to say that he helped a bit but he was just snuggling and distracting his husband, thus the reason Bucky ALSO have paint on his neck and hands and everything is peaceful and birds chirping and all that Disney bullshit im going to go cry happy tears for my boys now thank you ✌️

#wht #did i ever mention i never really liked pumpkin lmao so i really didn't know what to do with that one😃👍 #also btw btw bestie can i call you hazel? ive known you for years and i still dont know you name help a bitch out please #cottagecore stucky my beloved #cottagecore stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #stevebucky #steve/bucky #steve x bucky #bucky/steve #bucky x steve #nice ppl

[latibvles]

Hi Poet, Y'know that scene in BoB part 9, Web telling Lieb he studies literature, Joe names some comics and the look on Web's face is🙄 well, had an argument with a friend about this, and I won. My ask is why the fuck can't fanfic be called literature? Cuz IT IS.

Hi Anon, first let me say I agree with you. Fanfiction IS literature, just as comic books are literature, just as any written media can be considered literature.

If we want to get into it — literature is broadly defined as “Written works, especially those considered of superior or lasting artistic merit.”

To this I say, how many of us have been moved by some kind of line in fanfiction? “The galaxy is endless (I thought we were, too)” is LITERALLY the name of a Haikyuu fanfiction. “We deserve a soft epilogue, my love” was popularized by STUCKY FANFICTION. Is that not artistic merit? Long-standing quotes and lines from fanfiction, that we still think about no matter how long it’s been.

My friend wrote a fanfiction about the friendship between Marlene McKinnon and Sirius Black. I’ve never consumed Harry Potter and never plan to. But he wrote the line “Lucky is to know you, Marlene McKinnon” and that line stuck with me. It’s been five years since I read that work.

I think people who try to make this argument that these works can’t be considered literature have a very rigid view of what literature is. Now, for Webster, an Ivy leaguer in the 1940s, I can understand a little bit, from the basis of “It was the 40s and there were a lot of rigid viewpoints.” However it is 2022 and there are far too many literary works out there for us to be fixated on just what came out in the 1800s.

I’d call The Cruel Prince literature — because I know so many people who have been affected by lines such as “Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” and “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

I’d call In Another Life on AO3 literature, because I know a lot of people who were affected by the simple exchange of “I found you.” “You found me.”

Fanfic can and should be called literature, and as an English student myself we need to stop treating these works as though they’re less than. Because honestly : most things Hollywood churns out these days are just fanfictions of other works / people.

#literature #writing culture #fanfic culture #writeblr #writing #poet’s think thoughts #poet’s secret friends

[delusionalvvitch]

Gentle thoughts of Stucky learning the 21st century together.

Flipping through early 2000's and back CDs to find what they like; Bucky learns he loves 'I think we're alone now', by Tiffany - it reminds him of Steve. Steve keeps it a bit old school and 'Fly Me To The Moon' by Frank Sinatra is his favorite.

Countless movies they need to catch on. Wowed by how far television and movies have come; some of the CGI is insane.

Going to zoo's and seeing animals theyve only ever seen in drawings and books. Museums where they can see famous paintings and pieces of art - which Bucky takes way too many pictures of Steve at the Smithsonian.

Going to a foreign restaurant together and neither of them really recognize so when the waiter gets to the table, Steve declares they'll have one of everything.

Sitting in libraries while Bucky can catch up on so many of the books he missed - they manage to check out a whole tower of books to take home.

Just little miscellaneous adventures in New York as they try new things. Rolled ice cream shops, art supply stores. Roller skating at the rink - going bowling and fucking around way too long with the monitor to set up their profiles. Places like Dave N' Busters, things like zip lining for fun and escape rooms.

Walking the board walk at Coney Island and seeing that out of all the new things, it still feels like home. It's still the same foundation; just looks a little different.

Stucky in modern day got me soft 🥺✨

#stucky #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #i just want them to get the life they didnt have #of mundane and fun and no money troubles or health problems #just soft and happy :((

[disasterofastory]

Doll - Part 2 (Stucky x Reader)

Doll Part 2 - Going for a ride // Doll Masterlist Stucky x Reader Bodyguard AU Warnings: none

Summary: You and your bodyguards get to know each other better.

The sun is nothing more but an orange hue on the horizon when you get in your car and start the engine. It's quiet enough not to wake the whole house, and you can't help but smirk as you look back for one last time before you turn off the driveway to the way of the city. The scent of the freshly mowed grass lingers in the air as a soft breeze swirls around you through the open window. Music plays in the background as you get closer and closer to the city. The traffic is light with a few cars and busses. Most of the people are still asleep or already at work. You enjoy the calmness and silence. Even the impatient vibrating of your phone can't change your good mood.

The name on the screen is clear; Bucky Barnes.

"Yes?" You answer the phone after who knows how many calls. You are still sitting in your car in front of your favorite coffee shop. "Where are you?" Comes the first question immediately. The brunette's voice is angry and impatient. You can barely suppress your laughter. "What do you mean where I am?" You ask back. Mockery drips from your every word. You can almost imagine Bucky's angry face with that slight stubble that makes him look much older. "Don't fuck with me, Y/N! Where are you?!" After a bored sigh, you reply. "In the city. I wanted coffee." "And you couldn't wait until we wake up?" You are sure Steve is next to him with folded arms in front of his broad chest, shaking his head the whole time. "Where is the fun in that?" You ask back teasingly, enjoying the thundering of Bucky's voice. "Come. Home." "Sure, sure," you hum, ending the call without a second thought. You know you are petty. And childish. And you enjoy it a bit too much for your bodyguards' biggest annoyance.

Two weeks have passed since you met Steve and Bucky for the first time in your father's office. Since then, you found out that being with two handsome men all the time is not so bad, especially if they can do nothing against your small pranks from time to time. And you love being a brat every now and again just to see them annoyed. It's fun. You can see them trying to keep their calm even when you laugh and smirk at their faces. Steve usually tenses under the white button-up shirt. The fabric stretches on his tight muscles, and the line of his jaw becomes sharper as he clenches his teeth. And Bucky becomes gruffer with his dark hair and furrowed brows. It's fun to see him like that since he is the more playful one out of the two of them.

When you get home, Steve and Bucky are already waiting for you at the entrance door. They stand at the bottom of the stairs with folded arms and stoic expressions. Seeing them like this makes you feel things you shouldn't. Excitement and slight fear flutter in your chest as you stop in front of them with the cups in your hands. "Did you sleep well?" You ask them with feigned innocence. The corner of your lips jerks as you force back your mocking smirk. "You can't do this to us, Y/N!" Steve is the first one who snaps at you. "What?" You snap back with the same force. "I can't go and buy coffee alone? I was barely away for half an hour!" "You know the rules!" "Fuck the rules!" "Y/N!" "No," you continue. "I'm sick of you and my father telling me what I can and can't do! If I want to go a fucking coffee shop alone, I will go and get some fucking coffee alone!" Your voice echoes in the quiet house as you get louder and louder. "Not if you put yourself in danger!" Bucky replies, and you scoff. "And who's fault is it?" You ask. "It doesn't matter, Y/N," Steve shakes his head, calmer this time. They can understand your frustration, but it doesn't change the fact that it's their job to keep you safe even when you don't want it. And you sneaking out without their knowledge doesn't help them do their job. "Your father pays us to keep you safe," Bucky continues. "Let us do our job, Y/N." "Sure," you murmur, not having so much fun anymore. Steve's and Bucky's gaze is heavy on you, and you feel much more vulnerable than you would like it.

Spending their day with you means they see much more about you than anyone else. They know how much time you spend alone, and they know you hide away to cry every time a dog finds a forever home at the shelter because even though you are happy for them, you will miss them too. They know you love reality shows even if you deny it, and you crave ice cream with french fries rather often.

"Latte," you tell them, giving them the two cups as you pass by them to go to your room. "I will be working." Your back burns under their intense gaze until you disappear into the corridor.

You work at the shelter whenever you can. It started as a volunteering job, and it turned into more when a girl had to quit because of school. Your parents still think it's a hobby when you don't work with them. Your father is adamant about you seeing his business so you can take it over one day. You mostly check documents and help him organize things. He has no idea that you don't want his business when the time comes. You want to get far away from threats and strategies.

It's late afternoon when a quiet knock breaks the silence. You need a few seconds to wake up from your thoughts and open the door. Your leg is numb from the long hours of sitting, and your head is dizzy because of the documents you worked on. "Yes?" You speak up when you find your bodyguards at the other side of the door. A small frown appears on your face as you wait for their answer, thinking they only come to check on you. "I didn't run away," you state. "We know," Steve replies. "We just thought you could have a break." Your frown deepens. "What do you want?" You ask them rather rudely. You don't like the pity in their eyes. Bucky huffs at your reaction. "Do you want to go somewhere, or do you continue being a brat?" Not just you, but even Steve can't hide his surprise at his friend's words. No matter how much you annoyed them for the last few weeks, they never talked to you so unprofessionally. "Okay," you croak. "We can go." "Good," Bucky nods, leaving you at the door with Steve. "Where are we going?" You ask the blond man, still a bit shocked at the other man's behavior. "How about getting some food and going for a ride?" "Sound good," you hum.

After getting some hamburgers and a bunch of french fries, you let your bodyguards drive outside of the city without any purpose. It helps you clear your mind, and by the time Bucky finds an empty parking spot, you are famished. The smell of food lingers in the car, making your stomach growl and your bodyguards laugh.

The mood is much better between you three than before. None of you rush anywhere, and none of you feel the need to speak until you start to eat at a small wooden table with benches not far from the car. There is an entrance to a hiking road with boards and warnings. "Do you go hiking?" Bucky asks out of nowhere. "No," you frown. "Do I look like somebody who is hiking?" A frown appears on his face as he looks up at you from his hamburger. "Sorry," you sigh, apologizing for your rudeness. "No, I don't. And you?" "Sometimes," the brunette answers. "When the city gets too much," Steve adds. "How long do you know each other?" "Since childhood," Steve replies between two bites. "We went to school together, then the army, and now we are here." "You were in the army?" You ask back, surprised. You are not sure why you are so surprised. You can imagine them in their uniforms with firm postures, commanding around. "Just for a few years." "And what would you be if you wouldn't be bodyguards?" "Mechanics," Bucky replies after drinking. "One of our friends' father owned a shop, and we hung out there a lot. We wanted to go back after the army, but being bodyguards seemed like a better idea back then." "Not so good anymore?" You smirk, glancing up at Bucky under your lashes. "Not so much anymore," Bucky agrees, smirking. "As a matter of fact, you are our last job." "Oh?" You hum with a slight disappointment in your voice. You have no idea why you feel bad. The thought of them leaving you one day is hard to face even though you still like to annoy them and do the exact opposite of what they ask from you. It surprises you how easily you got used to their presence. "Then I guess you can't wait to be over with this whole thing?" You ask. "Did my father tell you anything about it?" "I don't think it matters, Y/N," Steve replies. "He wants you to have bodyguards even after we are gone." They don't take their eyes away from you while the blood freezes in your veins.

You have to get away before you live a whole life with your father's hand on your shoulder.

#stucky x reader #stucky imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bodyguard au