#wait why am i getting a Stucky fic idea from this

[innerslumber]

Dream Job: Being the faceless human being who gets to have my hair brushed for an hour in an ASMR video while they talk about puppies and kittens.

#where can I apply for this? #I've been told my hair is thick and nice to brush #i can also sit still for a very long time #wait why am i getting a Stucky fic idea from this #i bet Bucky can also sit still silently for a long time and also possess nice hair #hmmmmmmmm #fuck i don't need more WIPs #ASMR #hair brushing

[nickfowlerrr]

such a tease

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. idk lol.

words: 1.4k

notes: trying to practice writing shorter fics so here’s a lil oneshot. enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated! 🩵

“Steve, this isn’t a joke. Where did you put it?”

You’re kneeling on the floor, peering under his bed as you continue your search. You hear his smug chuckle and your eyes narrow. You sit up and turn to look at him over your shoulder as he stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest... his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his shirt…

No. No distractions right now. You force your eyes up to his face as he smirks down at you.

“I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, Rogers,” you call him out as you stand up and stride over to him, jabbing him with a finger and doing your best to look intimidating but knowing full well you were failing as his smirk grew and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Look, you give it back now and I won’t breathe a word of this to Bucky. Scout's honor,” you say as you cross your fingers behind your back and hold up three on your other hand.

Steve laughs, genuinely laughs, and it confuses you for a second before he pushes off the doorframe, uncrossing his arms and turns you around.

Your face falls stoic as you’re met with your reflection in the mirror behind you. Steve’s hands are still on your arms as he presses closer against you, his lips right against your ear as he speaks through his never faltering smile, “You really need to work on being more perceptive, doll.”

“I’m plenty perceptive, pretty boy,” you reply haughtily as you push your hips back, your ass pressing against him. You watch as his jaw tightens and his hands squeeze you just a bit tighter, his eyes shutting as he wets his lip. You can’t help but smirk in turn at his reaction. “You have something of mine. And I want it back. So, either you give it to me or I’ll have Bucky get it back from you instead.”

“You keep saying that,” he laughs, “but I think I’m gonna call your bluff. I don’t think Bucky even knows about it. And I have a feeling you don’t want him to know, either,” he whispers against your ear as his broad hands fall to your waist.

You try to stifle your gasp as he pulls you back more firmly, holding you to him. You deflate just a bit as you realize he’s seen right through your lifeless “threats”.

"Steve," you whine, letting your head rest back on his chest as you pout up at him, placing your hands over his as he continues holding you. He meets your gaze and smiles down at you, bending to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Pleeease," you murmur against his lips, hoping he'll give in this time.

You really never know with Steve, some days all it takes is a bat of your lashes to get him to fold and other days he truly has the resolve of... well, him.

The nipping of his teeth on your lip as he pulls away lets you know the last thing on his mind is giving in.

"It's a surprise, Steve. Don't ruin it," you complain, turning to face him.

He tuts, apparently insulted at the insinuation. "Ye of such little faith," he admonishes. "If anything, I'm doing you a favor, sweetheart. Your hiding place isn't as secret as you'd like to think. It's in a much safer spot, now. Scout's honor," he smirks, coping your earlier actions. You roll your eyes at him before trying a new tactic.. You need the album before Bucky gets back, the rest of his belated birthday gift all wrapped and just waiting for the final addition.

"I get it," you nod in faux compassion, eyes gazing into his bright blue greens. "You're jealous," your voice is laced with pity as you bring a hand to his solid chest.

He grabs your hand roughly and tugs you, keeping you close against him.

"Maybe I am," he admits. "Why does Buck get all those pretty pictures and not me?"

"Because," you begin, walking into him as he allows you to lead him back, "they were his birthday present; special, just for him. With all the work we've been doing these past few months, things just got pushed back, took a while to get everything together," you shrug.

"And, there's no reason to be jealous, baby. You'll be getting your very own next month. Different pictures, of course. Special," you say as you lean up on your tip toes, your lips brushing against his, "just for you."

You can't help the giggle that escapes you as Steve grabs you and picks you up with no effort at all. You're on your back on his bed in the blink of an eye with Steve on top of you as he attacks you with kisses.

"Such a god damn tease, you know that?" he breaths heavily against your skin as he tugs down your bottoms, taking your panties with them.

"So I've been told," you smile as you lay back and shamelessly watch him undress before you. You pull your top off and don't wait for Steve to lower himself back down to you, instead sitting up on your haunches. Steve follows your lead and sits on the bed when he finishes undressing. You waste no time as you crawl onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Steve pulls you closer and crashes his lips to yours.

You can feel his cock hard against you and you smile into the kiss.

It's hot and heavy and you're nearly panting as you just enjoy the feeling of one another's bodies being so close, his lips so soft and pillowy against yours, you could just stay like this all night.

The loud clearing of someone's throat has you pulling away from Steve and turning to the open doorway.

"Hey, babe," you say breathlessly as Steve continues trailing his lips down your neck.

"What happened to waiting it out til I got home?" Bucky asks, playfully unimpressed as he strides into the room, already pulling off his jacket as he gets closer.

"He started it," you defend as Bucky stands before you, grabbing your chin before leaning down for a kiss of his own, then taking hold of Steve's and pulling him off you to take his lips in his own.

"Did he, now?" Buck asks as he keeps hold of Steve who smirks in response.

"You said you'd be an hour, you've been gone since twelve. You're welcome for waiting as long as we did."

"Yeah," Bucky scoffs before letting him go and pulling off his shirt. You watch him, always so awestruck by him - by both of them, honestly - as Steve nuzzles into your neck. His lips are pressed to your ear, and he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

"It's in your closet."

"I looked there," you say confused.

"I was moving it around after you," he smirks boyishly, biting back a laugh.

"You're such an asshole," you smile, pushing him playfully as you climb off his lap and off the bed.

You slap Bucky's ass as you pass by him while he throws his discarded briefs into Steve's laundry basket, turning to you with blue eyes dark already, looking up and down your naked form, hunger clear on his face. You bite your lip as you eye him in return. "Be right back," you simper before turning and scurrying off to finish his gift basket.

Your heart feels like it could burst as you hear his and Steve's laughter mingle from the other room. You finally get your hands on the album you'd spent the last hour searching for and arrange it just right in the center of Bucky's gift basket. When it looks just right, you sneak it to Bucky's room and place it carefully on his still neatly made bed. You’ll make sure he sees it later.

You saunter back to Steve's and admire your men from the doorway. Their grunts and moans are intoxicating, and you feel yourself growing more and more hot and bothered the longer you watch. You whimper when Steve lets out a throaty groan as Bucky attacks his neck, his hand never stopping as he keeps pumping Steve’s hard length. You're practically salivating when Bucky's teasing voice breaks you from your trance.

"You just gonna stand there all pretty and dripping and watch or you gonna actually join us, sweetheart?"

#stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x curvy!reader #steve rogers x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #stucky x reader drabble #steve rogers drabble #bucky barnes drabble #stucky x plus size reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #i didn’t know how to end this but if i kept going i know it would’ve turned into 4k easy so i had to stop it somehow lol 💀

[littleavengerfics]

Heyyy!

Im in Love with your Storys!!!🌻

Can you maybe do a Stucky fic, where they so stressed that they forget their little somewhere?

Wish you a great day 🌞🦋✨

Never let you go again

warnings: age regression, stucky, non specified little age, sfw regression

Steve: daddy Bucky: dada

Your daddy's had been busy for the past two weeks with work and missions. They thought they had found a Hydra base so they had spent weeks doing research and trying to locate it, only to find out it was empty. They wasted a lot of time, both in general and with you. Both of them felt incredibly guilty about it and decided they would make it up to you.

“Hey steve.” Nat smiled drinking her coffee. “Hey, Natasha are you busy today?” He asked grabbing a mug out of the cupboard. “I was planning on going shopping why?”

“I feel bad for leaving y/n, thanks for looking after them by the way, but i was hoping you had an idea on how to make it up to them?” nat nodded, ”you could come with me to the mall they have cool toy shops there and there’s an ice cream stall nearby.” Steve nodded, it was perfect. “Thanks Nat, they’re going to love it.” Steve ran out to tell you and Bucky the news.

And that was how you found yourself in the truck with Bucky, steve and your aunt Natasha. “Oh y/n i forgot to give you your special spy watch.” she smiled placing it on your wrist making your caregivers look at her with disapproval. “Relax it’s a normal smart watch, they just like calling it that.”

When you arrived you and your caregivers broke away from the redhead to look at toys whilst the assassin bought herself some new clothes. you were heading to the checkout when you heard a buzz in Steve’s pocket. “daddy.” you pulled on his shirt, pointing at his pocket. "Thank you sweetheart." He smiled pulling out his phone, he knew it was ringing but always waited for you to react first because he thought it was adorable.

"Bucky." Steve said with a look of concern. "Nat just saw Rumlow, he's here." You watched Bucky freeze and his face turn white. "who's dat dada?" You asked but got no response from him. "He's someone your dada used to know. You stay here with dada I will go find Natasha." Steve went to walk off but Bucky stopped him. "Wait." He grabbed your cheek as tears filled his eyes. "Y/n, I need you to go and hide somewhere okay?"

"Bucky you both need to hide." Steve said firmly but the brunette shook his head. "He is either after me or y/n. I can't keep either of you safe if I am hiding somewhere. Y/n listen to dada okay go hide somewhere in here and we will come back for you. If you can stay hidden till we find you we will take you out for ice cream." He smiled giving you a hug, you looked at Steve who nodded. "It's going to be okay y/n." The two men left the store and you ran to find a place to hide.

"Natasha where are you?" Steve borderline shouted. "Steve the whole point of technology is I can hear you when you are far away. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SHOUT!" Bucky laughed as Steve pulled the phone away from his ear with a frown. "I'm on the second floor, I have eyes on Rumlow." Bucky and Steve ran to the escalators.

"Hey guys, sorry you missed all the fun." Natasha smirked, her knee resting on Rumlow's back. "How did you?" Bucky asked with a frown. "Oh I've had him here for ages, I know the say old people are slow but you guys are a whole different story."

"Alright Romanoff that's enough with the jokes let's just get him out of here so I can find my little." Steve jokingly scolded, turning to Bucky who was shaking his head at the man laying on the floor with a smirk. "Longing rusted." Bucky flinched as the words filled his ears. Nat released her grip enough to flip him over. "Finish that I dare you." She stared into his eyes. "Yeah I didn't think so. Guys I have got this go find Y/n. I will call you if anything happens." Steve nodded pulling Bucky away by his elbow.

"I'm fine?" Bucky half asked half confirmed, he himself wasn't entirely sure. But he saw Steve nod. "I know, I can tell." Bucky visibly relaxed. He trusted Steve and if he trusted Bucky then the brunette was going to accept that.

"Uh Bucky?" Steve frowned when they reached the bottom of the escalator. Bucky didn't seem to hear the blonde because he too seemed confused and spoke. "Steve do you remember which store we left y/n in?"

The blonde turned around with a shake of his head and a nervous look on his face. "We can't split up with Rumlow roaming around, we're going to have to go store to store. I know it was a clothing place so that leaves... a lot." Steve felt a buzzing in his pocket once again, he waited for y/n to react before being hit with the realisation and pulling it out anyway.

"Natasha now is not a good time." Steve sighed once he answered. "You lost y/n didn't you?" Steve could visualise the smirk as he confirmed the russian's suspicion. "If only one of us had a spy watch that had a tracker and talking function." She replied sarcastically. "Give me a second." Steve could hear Nat talking to y/n through the phone.

"Hey sweetheart it's auntie Nat, can you come out of your hiding space? You did so good at hiding but your daddies can't see you. We just want to give you a hug, can you get out of the store and meet you daddies by the escaltor?"

Sure enough Steve heard quiet sobs getting louder, both supersoldiers turned to see you running with tears falling down your face. "Dada!" You sobbed running into his arms he caught you and lifted you up into a tight embrace.

"We're so sorry y/n." Steve whispered rubbing your back. Your sobs only seemed to get louder as you soaked Bucky's shirt with tears. "You did so good hiding for us doll. Me and Daddy are so proud of you, you're safe now." It took a few minutes for you to fully calm down, by that point Rumlow had been dealt with and Natasha was making her way over to you.

She found you sitting on a bench on steve's lap as you held on to Bucky's hand for dear life. "Hey dorogoy, you were so brave today." Nat smiled handing you a stuffed animal she bought on the way down.

"They really didn't mean to lose you, your silly daddies just have old man brains." She whispered making you giggle. "Mhm my daddies are silly."

"Well this silly old dada is getting tired and it is almost nap time so let's go home. We can go shopping another day, right now I want some cuddles." Bucky smiled, you and steve nodded in agreement so you headed towards the exit.

"Daddy p'ease can I get ice cweam?" You asked pointing to the stall. "You can have a small one so you dont get hyper before naptime." You gave him a small pout. "But I good today." You even looked at Bucky hoping he would give in but he shook his head. "You need to sleep doll and too much suger makes you hyper and cranky. How about if you have a small icecream now then you can have a cookie after dinner." Bucky looked at steve for approval who nodded.

"Otay!" Steve gave a small chuckle and left to order your ice cream. "Here you go baby, eat it slowly though or you will get a tummy ache." You happily finished off your icecream in the car, making a small mess in the process.

"Come on doll time to go night night." Bucky lifted you out of the car and inside to get ready for naptime. Steve stood and watched Bucky brush your teeth complaining when he missed a spot. Bucky missed anpther tooth on purpose making steve chuckle. "Your dada is being very naughty." He said plaulyfully making you nod. "I get dada's treat cos he bad." You giggled at Bucky's fake gasp.

"Okay you can have dada's cookie instead but you need to have a nap first. Have you brushed all your ice cream teeth?" You gave him a nod making him smile. "Good now come on Daddy wants to cuddle his baby."

You got settled on steve's chest, your left hand resting on Bucky's stomach as they both wgispered soft praises to you. "Go to sleep little one, we will never let you go again."

#Littleavengerfics #littleavengerfics #little reader #sfw agere #bucky barnes #stucky x little!reader #bucky x little!reader #Stevexlittlereader #Stevexlittleyn #daddy bucky #Daddystevexlittlereader #daddy bucky x little reader

[bonesbuckleup]

can I ask a question? I'm new to writing fic and I'm really bad at summaries. do you have any advice?

Hell yeah I can have some advice for that!

In general, you want to keep summaries brief, to the point, and focused on the fic itself and not necessarily you the writer. The stuff about you the writer can usually go in a note at the start or end. Summaries are just about getting people to click into your fic. With that in mind~~~

DON'T INCLUDE:

This is my first fic in this fandom. This is fine to say, and great for a note at the start or end of the fic, but is unnecessary for a summary. It doesn't do anything to make me want to click into your story.

Summary's bad but the fic is good/lol I am bad at summaries/sorry for the summary/variations thereupon. Self-explanatory! If you're telling me your summary is bad, why would I think your fic might be good? Even if you think the summary is bad, you don't need to tell readers that. You already did the hard part in putting some writing out there into the world, so don't sell yourself short in the last fifty feet of publishing it.

DO INCLUDE:

An Actual Summary. I think this is the one that wigs people out the most, because summaries look easy but are really hard to write. The thing to keep in mind is that a fic summary doesn't have to encompass the whole fic. You generally want to include the set up, inciting incident, and launch into the story (ie, to make up a fic on the fly, Two weeks after Tim goes missing, Bruce receives a strange phone call from an unknown number. If he wants to see his son again, he better play by the rules.) The main thing to keep in mind with doing a classic summary is that less is more! 1-3 lines is ideal, with not more than a short paragraph. Think of this like a blurb on a website trying to get you to read more about a book or movie--not the actual synopsis, which encompasses the whole thing, but a tidbit that tempts readers to click. Show them what the story is, but don't give away everything.

A Thematic Summary. Similar to the above, but aiming more for the feels of the thing and generally for more vibes-based fics than plot-based. Dumb example: Spock is tired of being alone, but he doesn't know how to ask for help. Jim is tired of waiting for people to ask for help, but he doesn't know how to reach out to people sick of being alone. You're just providing more the mood of the story than the events, which is fun.

Lines from the story. Bad at summaries? Cool, me too! If you don't like writing summaries, find a line or two or three from your fic that you really like or that you feel like encompass the spirit of your fic and have those be your summary! This is especially useful for fics with lots of shit going on. After all, the more complicated the story, the harder it is to boil down into a sound bite. Find a bit of fancy writing or a couple lines that convey what's happening and use those in place of a summary.

Brass tacks info. The good news is that fic is a safe space for short hand. There is absolutely nothing wrong with using the summary space to outline the nuts and bolts of your fic. For example, making a fic up off the top of my head, it's entirely acceptable to say A high school AU where Arthur's the quarterback, Morgana rules student council with an iron fist, and Merlin's the new kid who is straight up not having a good time. Or The one where Bucky pushes Steve into a pool. Stucky future fic where no one died and Ultron never happened. Like. It doesn't have to be fancy. You can just say it like it is.

Some combination of the above three. Personally, I'm a big fan of a one-two punch. Including lines gives people an idea of what the Vibe of the fic is, and then a summary or some brass tacks.

NOW. This list is not exhaustive. I am 100% sure there are other ways to successfully provide a fic summary. I am 100% sure there are probably other things you don't want to include. These just tend to be the most common, at least that I see/use.

Hope this is helpful, and happy fic writing!

#mail #anon #fic stuff #writing

[hardly-an-escape]

20 questions for fic writers!

thanks for the tag @signiorbenedickofpadua! gonna put this under a cut since it's a little long :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just under 77,500.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, just Sandman – but I do have an unfinished MCU story that I'd like to get back to, and there are definitely other fandoms I'd like to play around in at some point. I'm pretty unfocused, it just depends on whatever tickles my fancy.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kind of Blue, a kind of fire (443) In the February Sun (437) let your heart be light (381) Headache (356) First Time (322)

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

I try to respond to every comment! (Although I'm super behind right now. Sometime soon I'll have a nice long self-indulgent afternoon of re-reading comments and finally responding.) I like to respond mostly because, as someone who reads a lot of fic, I get really excited when an author responds to my comments, and I want people who read my work and take the time to leave a comment to have the same feeling :) Also, I just feel like it's polite to say thank you when people say nice things!

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

I... don't really write angst. Like, at all. I am all about fluff and disgustingly happy endings. I have a WIP that has a fairly angsty beginning/middle (the shellshocked WWI veterans one which I swear to God I will finish), but even that will still have a happy ending (maybe a little bittersweet, but not angsty).

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

Ummm all of them?? Like I am genuinely not sure that one rises above the others in terms of its happiness.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I never have! I'm grateful to be active in a fandom that is almost universally kind and supportive! Also I don't really write the kinds of pairings or subjects that might draw the ire of the general public, tbh, so that's probably part of it.

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

I do! At the moment mostly M/M since I'm still very Dreamling obsessed, but also F/M. I don't generally get too kinky or monsterfuckery with it, though. Pretty much just regular-degular sexy times around here.

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

Not really! Nothing against them, just haven't gotten a spark from that kind of idea. Wait, I take that back. A while back I started a Clintasha fic set in the Station Eleven universe. I never finished it, because I feel like I need to re-read the book in order to do so, and I haven't done that yet. But I'd definitely like to.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I would love it if that happens someday! I've considered translating my own fic (I speak fluent German, so it's not outside the realm of possibility), but I'm not sure I'm up to that kind of project at the moment.

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

No, I've had some fun brainstorming sessions and just back-and-forth reblogging with mutuals and trading ideas, but never actual co-writing. I'm open to the idea, but I would hesitate to inflict my writing process on anyone because it is extremely slow and piecemeal. I feel like a lot of co-writing relationships these days are developed on Discord, and try as I might I just cannot become an active Discord user.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, lordy. Genuinely not sure how to answer this. If you go back to like... my very first childhood OTP, it'd have to be something like Han/Leia. But I've never been active in online SW fandom and never written that ship. I mean, Dreamling is obviously a contender. I do also love Stucky and Clintasha, although I'm not really into the MCU these days. I've recently been jumping on the Steddie train, but it remains to be seen if that will last or not. Going back a little farther, I'll never not be a Spuffy shipper. And I'll admit to Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose, and (wince) some JohnLock tendencies. But I really don't think I can point to a single all-time fave!

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

I don't think I have anything that's published (or at least begun publicly) that won't ever be finished – hope springs eternal – but I certainly have things I've started and abandoned in my personal WIP files. I've got several Dreamling-related bits and bobs that may or may not ever come to something, and maybe 2300 words of a Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries fic that will probably never see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I have a good ear for dialogue, and I'd like to think I come up with some nice metaphors/similes and descriptive language.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing lmao. No seriously though, just sitting down and getting a first draft done is the most challenging part of the whole deal for me.

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

I think it's fine and can add some interesting color! Just make sure there's a way for people who don't speak the language (or who are using a screen reader) to understand what's being said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First I ever wrote was Star Wars Expanded Universe (now Star Wars Legends) fic in elementary school. First I posted on AO3 was a Lizzie Bennet Diaries 5+1 – which, looking at it for the first time in many years, is actually pretty okay! I did something kind of interesting with the form, I think. I think I must have had a fanfiction.com account at some point but I truly cannot remember if I ever posted anything there... I can't remember my username and I don't even think I have access to the email I used to sign up with.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Among the Stars We are Reborn, for sure. I'm really proud of what I accomplished with that story, and to be honest I wish it had gotten as much attention as some of my other fics.

this was fun, thank you! I know this tag game has been going around and I'm not sure who's done it already and who hasn't, but I'll tag @valeriianz @landwriter @teejaystumbles @tryan-a-bex @cuubism and @tj-dragonblade (and as always, no pressure, just for fun!)

#tag game #about me #my writing

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #12 (January 1st - 6th)

If you would like a shiny Bingo Card of your own, you can fill out this form! Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

The Old and the New by leavinghope Square filled: N1 - Holiday Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining Summary: Spending New Year’s Eve with friends brings back old memories and new beginnings for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Classically Composed by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: I3 - Drinking Games Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Professor Steve Rogers, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Music Appreciation, College AU Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t have time for anything impractical, especially gen ed classes that waste his time and distract him from his engineering degree. That’s why he waits until his last semester in college to sign up for a music appreciation class, which is the only thing standing between him and graduation. When his professor walks into the classroom, Bucky’s brain short-circuits. Although he’s sure he’ll never be good enough for someone so suave, intelligent, and successful, that doesn’t stop Bucky from wanting to find out what’s underneath starched button downs and jackets with corduroy elbow patches. A decade into his academic career, Steve Rogers is burned out—not because he doesn’t love his job but due to the bone deep, aching loneliness that dogs him during the empty hours after classes and countless faculty meetings. It’s just his luck that a long-haired, one-armed veteran turns up in one of his classes with a scowl, obvious self-esteem issues, and a chip on his shoulder. Although Steve won’t cross the line between student and professor, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t long for something more, especially when Bucky seems to need him as much as Steve wants someone to love. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

comic books and coffee cups by sparkagrace Square filled: N3 - free space Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: modern au, fluff, comic book writer bucky, artist steve, coming out Summary: Bucky Barnes is a comic book writer with a very specific idea for a new story, but he hasn't yet found an artist who will work with him on this project. Enter Steve Rogers. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Not the Face You’d Expect by Metalbvcky Square filled: B4 - AU: Shrunkyclunks Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Shrunkyclunks, Fluff and Humor, First Meetings, Locked In, Waiter Bucky Summary: Steve escapes Tony's extravagant party to a quiet bathroom, only to be locked in with a stranger who happens to be apart of the waiting staff. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Lazy Evenings by Metalbvcky Square filled: G4 - Sharing Clothes Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: No Powers AU, Fluff, Moodboard Summary: Bucky has a lazy evening with his boyfriend, Steve. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

off track by sparkagrace Square filled: I4 - anniversary Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: established relationship, modern au, anniversary, mild angst, career change Summary: “I quit my job.” He can see it registering on Steve’s face: the hopeful grin slowly morphing into a confused scowl before finally settling into an ‘I-am-supportive-but-I-am-trying-to-hide-my-surprise’ grimace. “That’s… that’s good?” — Bucky and Steve's first anniversary sparks off more changes than Bucky anticipates. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

comic books and coffee cups by sparkagrace Square filled: N3 - free space Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: modern au, comic book writer bucky, artist steve, coming out, fluff Summary: Bucky Barnes is a comic book writer with a very specific idea for a new story, but he hasn't yet found an artist who will work with him on this project. Enter Steve Rogers. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #round up 12 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Come Back Home (Bucky x reader)

Come back home

Bucky x reader

Word count: 3,061

Summary: You were getting worse and were afraid to hurt Bucky, but unable to hide it. Instead of talking it out, you ran away. Embarrassed and afraid, you avoid the calls and voicemails from the man you left. But one night, you can’t help but listen to them, and you need to hear his voice.

Warnings: depression, reader blames herself, Bucky blames himself, anxiety attack, lots of tears, lots of fluff and comfort

I actually got this idea from @thelifeof.jana on TikTok, she posts different scenarios with comfort characters and I wanted to make it into a fic. 

Tags: @buckfics @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @stucky-on-spiderman @thatfangirl42 @thundering-barnes   

A/N: It’s nearly finals week and it is CRUNCH TIME so I’ve been writing when I can, I apologize for the sporadic-ness of it. Thanks for sticking with me! 

A/N 2: I left a few things to interpretation, such as a nightmare. Insert what you want, I know everyone has different experiences and I wanted this to be as relatable to as many people as I could. I also left out when y/n gives an address because 1) I don’t know New York and 2) It’s likely somebody’s address in real life so...interpretation. 

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Your phone began ringing, piercing the otherwise silent house and startling you

Answer it.

You stared at the phone, taking a deep breath.

Ring 

You picked it up and turned it over, closing your eyes and letting a breath out.

Don’t answer it.

You looked at the screen again, seeing the name of your favorite person.

Bucky…

Ring 

Answer it

No. 

Please, I wanna hear his voice.

I can’t

Ring

Letting a breath out, you put the phone down and sat on the floor next to your bed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Then you were left in the silence once again.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, waiting a few more seconds for the next noise. Sure enough, your phone made a sound, notifying you of yet another voicemail.

Another addition to your library of ignored messages.

You picked up your phone, clicking to see the messages you never listened to.

25 unheard messages. All of them from Bucky. 

Your finger hovered over them for a moment, allowing yourself to ponder listening to them. But you sighed, closing your phone and placing it back on the nightstand. You couldn’t listen to them. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist calling him back. And you couldn’t take that risk. 

You’d spent this much time without him. Once you heard his voice you’d be spilling everything to him. Just like you used to. Which is why you left in the first place. 

Bucky was special to you. He always had been. Despite all the trauma he���d gone through, he was still kind and gentle. He had been the one to pull you out of the dark place you were in at the time. He was always there to talk to you, listen to you, or help you take care of yourself when you just couldn’t anymore. He’d sat through many of your panic attacks and calm you down if you had a nightmare, just as you would for him. He would drop anything for you, you always came first.

And that was the problem.

He did too much for you, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This man had already gone through so much pain and suffering and was finally getting better. He was going out more and the nightmares happened much less often. You were grateful for the love he gave you, and you loved him more than anything.

Which is why you couldn’t bring him down anymore. So, one day when he was out on a mission, you had packed up your few positions and left him a note.

Bucky,

I just wanted you to know that I love you so much, but I have to go now. I’m sorry. 

-Y/n

You had to keep it brief. If you said anything more you knew you’d say too much, and it would only make leaving harder. And if he knew you were leaving because you were hurting too much, he wouldn’t stop until he found you.

Not that he wasn’t looking for you know.

You had rented out a room in the cheapest hotel your could find in somewhere-New-York-City. It was small, it wasn’t the cleanest, but it was fine. You didn’t care, it was functional. Within hours of leaving, your phone started ringing. Not that you answered. You couldn’t, not when you would start crying once you heard his voice.

You got many texts and calls that night. 

What happened?

Where are you? Y/n are you okay??

Tell me where you are, we can talk this out, please.

You couldn’t bring yourself to read more than that. You silenced his messages and let the calls go to voicemail, never able to bring yourself to reject a call, instead letting it ring all the way until he got the same voicemail message every time.

Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!

The same fake cheery message every time, giving an empty promise.

What you didn’t know was that on the other end of the line, Bucky was shattering a bit more with each voicemail he left. 

Bucky’s POV:

He couldn’t understand what could have happened. Why you had left all of a sudden. He knew you had some bad days, and the first time he had read it he was terrified that you had done something. He usually was able to see when things were getting bad again but he couldn’t think of what he could have missed. When he saw that you had read his texts that night, seeing the word read appear after a few of them, he told himself that you were okay. 

Because he didn’t know what he was going to do if you weren’t.

What you didn’t know was that you had helped Bucky just as much if not more so than he had helped you. His nightmares happened less often because you were there with him every night. He was more outgoing because you had dragged him out to those first few bars and parties. He felt happier because he was helping you, and you made him feel safe and wanted.

And then you left.

He couldn’t sleep most nights, worried about you. Most of the nights he did sleep, he dreamt about you and everything that could have happened. He called you every day, multiple times, needing desperately to hear your voice. He withdrew again, only going on one mission when the team absolutely needed him. It was his only sense of purpose anymore, but it meant nothing compared to what you had meant to him

But you didn’t know that. Because you hadn’t opened any of his messages yet. 

It was late now, and Bucky was discouraged. It had been over a week since you had left, and his texts had gone unread ever since a the first night you left. It wasn’t a long time. But it was still too long. He decided to try your phone once more. 

Ring 

Ring 

Ring 

Ring 

Bucky closed his eyes, begging you would pick up, silently knowing you wouldn’t.

Ring 

Ring 

“Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!”

Sighing, he got ready to leave a voicemail. After the beep he said, broken.

“Please y/n. Come back home.”

Your POV:

You sighed as yet another round of rings echoed through your apartment, hearing the notification soon after, notifying you of yet another new voicemail. 

You looked at the time. 11:03 P.M.

You sighed, knowing you should get some sleep. But no matter how tired you were, you knew that once you closed your eyes, you would have nightmares again. And no one would be here this time. 

You couldn’t deny it, you weren’t doing well. Your appetite had diminished and you relied heavily on caffeine to supplement the sleep you refused to get. Not that it helped your appetite in any way.

You would go through the motions, make it to work (most days) and get through the day just to...get through the day. You weren’t living really. Just surviving. You knew it was getting bad again, some nights so dark you weren’t sure if you would see the light the next day. Yet you couldn’t let yourself call him. You didn’t want to hurt him.

But you didn’t know that you had already hurt him more by leaving than you ever could’ve by staying.

You sighed, knowing that eventually, you were going to need to sleep. Might as well try to. You didn’t know if for sure you would have a nightmare, so may as well try?

That turned out to be wishful thinking.

Major wishful thinking. 

You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat and looking around the room frantically. When you realized it was just a dream, you put your face in your hands and felt tears immediately prick your eyes.

When was this going to stop?

You felt your chest contract as you realized the truth. It wasn’t. Not like this at least.

Just over a week and you were already at your breaking point.

Call him

You looked at the time. 2:47 AM.

You couldn’t call him now.

Call him.

You opened your phone and found Bucky’s contact, finger hovering over the name once again. At the last second, you clicked your voicemail inbox instead, scrolling back down to the first one on the night you left.

“Y/n?”

Your breath hitched as you heard his voice, fresh tears pricking your eyes. Not just from his voice and how much you had missed it, but also the absolute panic in his voice.

“Where are you? Are you okay? Why- why did you leave? Please, answer the phone, I need to know you’re okay.”

You clicked on another one from a few hours later.

“Y/n, please, I saw you read the first few texts I sent. Please answer the phone. We can talk this out, whatever it is just - please call me.”

Tears were falling from your eyes, and you didn’t have it in your power or even the desire to stop them. You flicked to another one that was sent a few days later, this one was longer. 

“Please y/n,” it started, his voice soft and cracking with emotion. “Where are you? Just - just tell me where you are, please. I need you. These past few days it’s like I hear your voice and then there’s nothing. I miss you so much. I’m nothing without you please....please just come back home. I don’t care what you did or think you did or why you left. I love you. And I could never stop loving you. I can come get you, we can talk this out. Please. I can’t do this without you. I - I’m falling apart.”

You were now sobbing as you flicked over to your text messages and clicked on Bucky’s name, seeing texts upon texts from him.

One of the more recent one’s caught your attention.

“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

Never, never in your heart did you ever think Bucky would think that he had done something to drive you away. Your heart broke, realizing he could be blaming himself for your leaving. It was never his fault. It could never be his fault.

With shaking hands, you pressed the phone icon below his name, bringing the phone to your ear as you listened to it ring.

You tried to control your breathing through the tears, falling apart after a few seconds of thinking you had it together.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Please pick up, I need to hear your voice.

Ring 

I’m sorry this is all my fault.

Ring 

Please, I -

“Hello?”

Your breath hitched and your eyes flew open. Your words got caught in your mouth, having no idea what to say. Bucky, on the other side of the line, hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. He hadn’t fully fallen asleep yet, but the tiredness was evidence in his voice.

“Hello?” he said again

“I’m sorry,” you choked out.

Bucky’s eyes flew open and he pulled away his phone, seeing your name across the screen. All exhaustion was gone from his body, and he heard you trying to control your breathing on the other side of the line.

“Y/n?”

“I’m so sorry…” you said again, breaking out into sobs.

“Y/n, can you tell me what’s wrong? Where are you?” he said, panicked and getting out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shoes.

“I’m sorry, Bucky, I’m so sorry,” you said again, not being able to say much else. 

“Y/n, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay. But I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that for me?”

He waited for a moment while you tried to pull yourself together enough to repeat the address of the hotel.

As you did, Bucky was already out the door and in the car, starting it and putting you on speaker, driving as fast as he could to the hotel and ignoring all traffic signals. It was the middle of the night, and you were not okay.

“I’ll be there soon, angel, can you keep talking to me?

“I’m sorry Bucky…”

“It’s okay y/n. You’re okay. We’re okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

His words didn’t reach your ears, your breathing getting harder to control and your tears fell faster. You had fucked up, this was your fault. Why did you call him, now he knows where you are and you were going to burden him with all your shit again. 

He could hear your breathing become labored as he sped further towards your location. He tried talking to you more but he soon realized that he wouldn’t be of much use until he was in front of you. His heart was breaking and he was hoping nothing was seriously wrong. 

But you wouldn’t have called him like this if nothing was wrong.

Clenching his jaw, he scanned the street signs for yours, knowing the city well enough to know he was close. 

When he pulled up to the street, he couldn’t help but wince at how dingy this place was. It was run down and the smell was putrid. He was so sad that this was where you had run off to. He took his phone, saying how he was here but it fell upon deaf ears. You weren’t calm enough to hear his voice from the phone you had dropped when you had moved to cover your face instead.

Bucky took the stairs 3 at a time, getting to your room in record time. He pounded on the door, trying the knob even though he knew it would be locked. Calling out your name and getting no response, he decided to break the door in. It was barely hanging on its hinges anyway.

“Y/n? Y/n where are you?” he called out, met only with the sounds of your labored breathing. He followed it to your room, where you had curled yourself into a ball against the headboard, hands covering your face as you struggled to breathe. 

He walked over to your side, reaching out his hand but thinking better at the last moment. He needed to make sure you knew that he was there, he didn’t want to scare you.

“Y/n?” he starts softly. 

You lifted your head and looked around yourself wildly, startled when you saw the figure of a man standing in front of you, trying to push him away. He grabbed your arms and you tried to break free

How did he get in here? 

What does he want with me? 

Why- 

Your eyes settle on his. Light blue eyes, staring right back into yours. You knew them, you were safe with them. Your own eyes, red  and blotchy flash with realization and you let out a sob. 

“Bucky…”

He took you into his arms as sobs wracked your body, rubbing an arm up and down your back in efforts to calm your shaking form. He was repeating comforting words over and over again. You clung to his shirt as you kept apologizing over and over again, not knowing what else to say - or even how to say it. 

“I’m sorry”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Shh, y/n, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m here. I got you.”

You tried to focus on his heartbeat, steady and strong, as you tried to take deep breaths. Eventually your tears slowed down as you still clung to him, tears drying on your face as you were able to deepen your breathing to match his. His hand still rubbed up and down your back as the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes.

You took a shaky breath. “I - I’m so sorry Bucky.”

Bucky took a deep breath and held her a little more tightly. He could still feel her heart racing. What could she possibly have to be sorry for?

“What happened y/n?”

You felt tears prick your eyes again. Sadness, shame, embarrassment and made you feel sick to your stomach. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before you were able to speak. 

“I - I don’t know.”

“Please y/n. Tell me why you left.”

“I just… I was… “ you swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “It was getting bad again,” you said, voice barely audible. 

Bucky clenched his jaw, angry at himself that he didn’t see it. “Why didn’t you tell me? I told you you could talk to me about anything.”

You screwed your eyes shut. “That was the problem…”

Bucky pulled you back to look at you. “What?”

Your eyes darted everywhere but Bucky’s face. You didn’t want to see the pained expression you knew he’d have right now. You took a deep breath. 

“I just… you were doing so well. And I - I just felt so bad for bringing you down all the time. You would drop anything for me, and you were always there and you were always perfect but I wasn’t.” you finally looked at him. “And I left because I realized I was never going to be.” You shook your head slightly. “I didn’t want to put you through that when you were doing so well.”

You looked away, unable to look at Bucky’s sad eyes any longer. Bucky broke the silence after a few moments. “You were the only reason I was better.”

 Now it was your turn to look at him confused. “What?”

“You brought me out to places when all I wanted was to hide. The nightmares stopped because you were there to make me feel safe. Every time I helped you, I was helping me too,” he said, voice cracking. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me. You weren’t too much for me, you never could be.” 

When you still looked unsure, he moved his hand to cup your cheek. “It’s okay to let people help you, y/n.”

Tears pooled in your eyes once again. That had been what you had said to him when he began closing himself off, be it an intense nightmare or being triggered. Back when things were bad. Like they were for you now.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s okay.” he whispered, hugging you again. “Let’s go home.”

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #buck #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns x you #bucky barns x y/n #MCU #mcu imagine #MCU fanfiction #mcu fic #depression #feeling like a burden #sorry for being depressing #im sorry #i needed this #marvel fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #i’m sad #sad boi hours #im stressed #i hate studying #so im writing this instead #bucky barnes comfort

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Stucky Fic Recs

So basically I went through all of my ao3 bookmarks and collated a list of some of my favourites (I couldn't fit all of them on this list, so if anyone shows interest there might be a part two).

Please read tags and descriptions of the works before reading, some of them are pretty dark or extremely horny so just make sure you check that the fic is for you!!

Please please please send me your favourite fics in return! I am always happy to hear fic recs, headcanons and any other ideas/comments you all have!

Without any further ado, here are a few of my favourite Stucky fics:

‘Not Easily Conquered’ series by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFear

Rating: M, Words: 117,692

https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516

“I told you, you heard me: I told you never to follow me into Hell. Now I’m not vain enough to think that’s why you’re out here now — if there’s any person in what’s left of this God forsaken planet who’s part of a bigger picture, it’d be you. But I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. You got nothing to prove. I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole”

[To me, this fic is like the classic Stucky 101 fanfic – if you're a Stucky fan and you haven't read this, I highly recommend it. The authors explore the Steve/Bucky relationship in such an interesting, tragic, emotive way and I cry every time I read it. I couldn't praise this work enough.]

‘Ain’t No Grave’ series by spitandvinegar

Rating: M-E, Words: 131,789

https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577

"Yeah, he never calls me by my name," Steve says. "It's always champ, ace, hotshot, that kinda thing."

"Man, that is flirting," Sam says. "That nicknames thing, he is flirting with you. He's just working his way up to calling you baby or something."

Steve goes redder than a damn coke can. Sam pumps his fist. "Yes, I am so right, I am wise as hell. He did, didn't he?"

"He called me sweetheart," Steve says grimly, "because he's a drug addict with brain damage."

"Or because he looooooves you," Sam says. Captain America throws a cookie at his head. Sam eats it, because he deserves a treat for being so damn wise.”

[I'm currently re-reading this fic and absolutely loving it. The way spitandvinegar writes Bucky's road towards recovery and Steve's entire characterisation – it's all just so good. It's another one that covers some pretty dark themes, so make sure you're checkin those tags!]

'Einherjar' by thecommodore_squid

Rating: M, Words: 71297

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7157024/chapters/16249814

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

[basically the definition of a recovery fic, I absolutely adore it. This is tragic and amazing and makes me cry and smile. It’s got a bunch of fantastic cameos and It really just ticks so many of my boxes.]

‘Like real People do’ by 2bestfriends

Rating: E, Words: 67,775

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19887376/chapters/47103217

“"Ask me what?" demands Bucky. "I didn't hear a question."

Steve licks his lips. "Will you stay with me? Will you come back home, Buck?"

"Home," repeats Bucky in a small voice, and then he's crying for real.”

[Basically soft lumberjack!steve and lonely twink!bucky being horny and in love. This is a comfort fic for that’s really just about my favourite boys falling in love.]

‘This City Bleeds it’s Aching Heart’ by anonymous

Rating: E, Words: 34,537

https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829/chapters/1591736

“The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.”

[The plot in this one is just a good time and i think it’s just a really fun take on the fake relationship trope. Also some really great characterisation.]

‘Home is Wherever I’m With You’ by cydonic

Rating: E, Words: 88,570

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18868081/chapters/44783077

“Bucky kisses Steve and Emma goodbye before they leave for school, which is why – partway down the road – Amelia turns to him and asks, “why are you and Daddy kissing?”

Which is definitely a conversation Bucky’s been expecting since Steve just did it, but it still takes him by surprise. Again, he thinks he should wait for Steve, but Amelia’s not the sort of kid to let anything rest. Plus, Bucky’s taking her to school where she will undoubtedly share the story with anyone who’ll listen.

He also stops to think that Steve’s asked him to stay, which means Bucky must be trusted with their happiness and well-being, at least in some small capacity.

Bucky clears his throat and searches for some explanation that will help Amelia make sense of this sudden turn of events. “Because we love each other,” is all he comes up with.”

[Bear with me, this is a House Flipper!Bucky Au. And dad!Steve. I just love a found family trope I’m not gonna lie to you. Another comfort fic that warms my lil heart.]

‘Lucky Seven’ by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)

Rating: E, Words: 94,364

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7033105/chapters/16002481

“Back from where--?” James says, the sentence ending in a distinctly undignified squawk as Steve sweeps him up in his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying him upstairs.

James tenses momentarily then relaxes into Steve's arms and throws back his head and starts laughing. The laughter peals out of him, his body shaking, his amusement occasionally broken by little gasps of pain.

“What's so funny?” Steve frowns.

“You are,” James says, still giggling. “You're ridiculous, Steve Rogers.”

“Behave. Or I will drop you,” Steve growls.

[The shrunkyclunks modern AU of my dreams featuring Mechanic!Bucky and cap!Steve and some really beautiful writing.]

'Dishonor On Your Cow' by mandarou

Rating: E, Words: 111695

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

[I’m not gonna lie it took me a minute to get into this one but by the end I was crying with them, laughing with them, and just really in my feels. Some very insane things happen so here’s a few of my favourite tags: ‘Seargent Barnes is done with your Shit Steve’, ‘blatant disrespect of a man’s motorcycle’, ‘Steve you ding dong’ and ‘PR nightmares in the form of Supersoldiers’.]

Propietary Information by Notlucy

Rating: E, Words: 85141

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964402/chapters/27054777

“Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.”

[We were never gonna get through this list without a Sugar Daddy!AU (I have a weakness). This one is… saucy and sexy and sweet and uh pretty kinky so read the tags and all. I’ve read it a few times, and I love the way the author has written Steve in this one, he just makes my heart go '!!!']

‘Roots Have Grown’ by AustinB

Rating: M, Words: 17280

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6912451/chapters/15767941

“Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.

So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.”

[Another weakness of mine is Roommate AUs, and this one is phenomenal. I tend to go for post serum!Steve stories more often, but this is a pre-serum Steve that I just adore.]

‘The Cold Never Bothered me Anyway’ by icoulddothisallday

Rating: E, Words:75562

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728869/chapters/26425530

“Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).”

[I think this is the only soulmate AU in my bookmarks? I would totally be down to read more though! This one is really fun and really enjoy Bucky’s characterisation here!]

'War, Children' by Nonymos

Rating: E, Words: 106615

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5373050/chapters/12409394

“After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.”

[An interesting exploration of Bucky’s PTSD with a trans!Steve which was a cool take on his character too!]

'The Company You Keep' by orbingarrow

Rating: G, Words: 51191

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3468605/chapters/7613072

“Hurt, hungry, and on the run, the Winter Soldier doesn’t have a lot of safe options to go to for help. Figuring that any friend of Captain Steve Rogers is unlikely to be HYDRA, Bucky takes a chance and reaches out to the first Avenger he can find.

It works out better than anyone could have expected. Eventually.”

[hurt/comfort, recovering Bucky, protective Steve, found family and domestic avengers, need I say more? I absolutely loved this one]

#stucky #stucky fics #stucky fic recs #fic rec

[juuls]

This was a comment left on chapter 11 of my fem!Tony Stuckony time travel/soulmate fic, Hanging From a Cross of Iron, and I just wanted to put a couple things out there.

First of all, I’m not mad. We’ll make that clear. I’ve received variations of this comment before and it’s rather on the mark. But sometimes both sides can be correct in how they interpret a piece of fiction, and I wanted to show that.

So… yeah. This is something I get every so often on this fic, especially around this chapter (10-12ish) and I just… really wanted to post my reply to it, if for nothing other than explaining the way my brain works and WHY I hate Captain America: Civil War so much for ruining so many good things in fandom.

I’m not putting this out there for sympathy or agreement or to start a fight or stupid shit. It’s more like a… “I’m tired of explaining myself, let me post something I feel is a semi-eloquent response to someone who was at least mostly respectful and got some things right, who I know does represent a fair portion of people who may be interested in reading this fic,” which I could then just point/link to the next time I wake up to things making me sad in my inbox on top of me being sad and feeling guilty at not having written for a while.

Stupid covid. Stupid life being dumb and depressing and draining energy and happiness from many. Just you wait. I’ll be back soon with Codega and this fic, Cross.

But here. This is my reply to the above comment:

So I don’t normally reply to critique such as this because this IS fanfiction, but you are at least part right: it IS supposed to be unfair.

This is me working out my issues with Civil War, because boy that sure as fuck pissed me off. I love Stuckony, but after CACW it was really hard to reconcile that love anymore. So this was my way to do that, and I 100% wanted to bring in the unfairness, the distrust, the favouritism, the… meanness that I saw and felt after that.

It’s also a way for me to work through my issues at the injustices I suffered at the hands of my ex-husband—I started writing this shortly after packing my bags and leaving.

I wanted a slow, somewhat realistic, non-fairytale path to even partial redemption, shared pain and circumstances and experiences, and to show that things CAN work out as long as certain lines are not crossed. I skirt the line sometimes, definitely on purpose, but that’s for ME.

I wanted to turn the tables: Steve (and Bucky) were out of their time and comfort zone in the future—Toni, in turn, needed to be out of her time and comfort zone in the past.

Plus, can you imagine a soulmate world where you’ve had a partner and you think “this is it”? Then bam! Suddenly someone’s suddenly thrust into your life.

And I wanted to play on every single issue Toni would have experienced with her family, friends, “friends”, enemies, Obie, her company, the world, etc., post-IM2.

None of them have had an easy go of it and war is goddamn hell. They ALL have PTSD. (But also, lol, the Howlies start laying into Stucky about what you’re getting mad about here too, so I’m way ahead of you!)

From the beginning, this was as much a psychological setting as a romantic one: way more so in the beginning. But it slowly crawls its way out of the murk. I wanted a soulmate story where it wasn’t all sunshine and roses. I wanted a story where they had to fight for it… or where they had a choice, shitty as it may be (they’ll NEVER choose not to have Toni, that was never going to happen). I wanted something… realistic, even amidst super soldiers, super tech, an almost unbelievable war, and soulmates existing.

I wanted it to be a fight. I wanted rejection… then them, ALL of them, to choose each other despite that, despite their past, and despite fate.

That is my goal with this fic. And since I take my own sweet time, that’s really not readily apparent so soon in this fic, even at chapter 11.

The love will be there. The unconditional love, the equal triadic love. Not just Stucky plus Toni. Because believe me, Stucky is probably one of my least favourite ships that include some of my favourite characters. Sounds ridiculous since I write them here, but as a historian I wanted to take that, take some realism, with a dash of ridiculous and hurt and pain and anger, and see what I could do with that.

The entire reason this story exists is because of a scene idea I had that doesn’t come about until the future in the 20s chapters. Leaning on each other and trusting each other because one of them was lost. Well, technically, that happens twice.

But the point is: this is a long as fuck story towards a love they have to (and WANT to, eventually) fight tor.

This fic is for me. It’s for people like me. It’s for people who don’t want an easy love story. It’s absolutely okay that you don’t like it! There are SO many fics that I dislike for a variety of reasons, and I simply close it, mark it as Did Not Finish, and don’t return. I recognize not every fic is for me.

This one’s for me. I may have sort of stalled out where I’m at in the 20s chapters, but it’s left at a pretty good place, and I’m looking forward to this dumb pandemic so I can get back to forging this love between these three idiots, as well as pick up an old Star Wars story I left 4+ years ago due to the abuse at the hands of my ex. But I’m ready to return to it now. Well, after the world calms down a little.

It’s okay if you’re done with this story—that is 100% your choice and I will never begrudge you that. I’m glad you gave it a try though! If you’re interested, you could skip ahead and see how the dynamics have changed, or I could give you clips and examples too.

My one wish (though I understand it completely) is that you had not done this on Anon. For a few reasons:

1, I would never hold this opinion against you, especially because you got tons of it right! Go you!

2, I’d love to understand you better and discuss this with you. No recriminations whatsoever.

3, But I do wonder who of those who have read my other writings left me this message. It makes me a little sad, and I will wonder which of the people I talk to have this negative opinion of me now, but that’s also my own past issues rearing their ugly heads. You have every right to remain on Anon, though it’s not so nice when you wake from a nice dream and discover anon ‘dislike’ in your inbox on a work you slaved away on, and that the dislike is specifically about the things you wrote about deliberately, hah. Sorta funny, actually, so I’ll let that one go. xD

Thank you, though, even if I disliked reading this words: it helps me to look at my own work critically and to better understand how to frame and write things going forward.

Not every fic is for everyone, and that’s okay. I’ve encountered mine, you’ve encountered yours, but I think we’ve both learned from this interaction.

Whoever you may be, even if you divulge your handle to me, my respect for you wouldn’t diminish. It’s good to have healthy discussions and to look critically upon your own work—even if I am a sensitive bean and it hurts a little, I’m fine. :P

I think the lesson to be learned here is: fuck everything after CACW!!!! Grrrrr xD

Take care,

Juuls

P.S. I may post parts of this on my Tumblr because I do occasionally encounter similar complaints about this story, and I think maybe this is the most coherent and respectful enough comment-reply response I’ve had on this topic. Thank you.

P.P.S. Happy to talk privately too!

P.P.P.S. And the offer still stands for some lovely clips from future chapters, especially if you’re not considering continuing reading this story anymore; it’ll at least show what I’m talking about and what I’ve been working tirelessly towards. It’s hard—fucking hard—work to get past CACW and still like these characters together (my fic Paper Boats is probably one of my bigger testaments to that, oof) and I admit it’s still really really hard and I struggle with it. Covid isn’t the only reason I’ve sort of stalled out on that. But that’s more because I’m like “now what?” than not seeing any love between these three.

It’s a long journey. I knew it was going to be. But I like a challenge. :)

Take care, be well, stay safe, to you and all of yours.

And may you find many fics you love!

#fanfiction #comments #commenting #comment replies #stuckony #hanging from a cross of iron #my writing #i know i don’t need to justify my writing but i am rather lacking in confidence most days #so stuff like this does suck #but it’s also helpful y’know? #not mad! not sad! seriously #i like engaging in conversations about WHY we write what we write #:)

[shieldwinter]

Walk the Line (A Stucky Marriage Fic)

A short Stucky fic, prompt coming from @magneticbucky! I hope you enjoy it! 

Bucky stared at himself in the mirror, reaching to adjust his tie for the umpteenth time that day. It continued to look crooked, skewed just the slightest bit to the right, not laying correctly down his chest. He huffed, and tugged on the fabric again, panic welling up in his chest at the idea of not looking perfect. He had to look his best. He was getting married today, after all. 

“Nat,” his voice came out as a whine, carrying over to the woman sitting comfortably in one of the various plush chairs in the changing room. At the call of her name, she stood up and walked over to him, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips.  “Have you never tied your own tie before?” She asked, a perfect eyebrow raised. He offered a shrug.

“I don’t remember how,” Bucky admitted, knowing he looked a bit lost as he glanced down at the navy blue tie, resting stark against the white of his dress shirt.  “It’s been so long since I had to dress up for any kind of occasion. Let alone… this.” His voice was strained, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, it was his wedding day after all. People always spoke about this being the best day of your life, but he was blatantly scared.  Scared of messing up, tripping over his own feet. Scared of forgetting his vows, and having Steve take one good look at him and change his mind, right then and there. 

“Relax,” Natasha piped up, tugging at the poorly tied knot of his tie, loosening the fabric so she could retie it properly. “I can smell smoke from here. You’re overthinking everything again. Steve loves you. He wouldn’t have asked you to marry him if he didn’t, James.”  Her words were reassuring. She always took perspective, and laid it out plain for him. It was why he asked her to walk him down the aisle — she was simply the best candidate. Ever since coming back to himself, Natasha had been that solid presence in his life, as well as Steve’s. He was eternally grateful to her. 

“Just, what if, after all of this, it doesn’t work?” He asked, and she sighed, looking at him with hopeless fondness in her green eyes.  “James, you two have been through hell together, and you’ve both stuck around. Sure, sometimes it was hard, but Steve never gave up on you. Don’t discredit him by thinking he’ll turn away now.” 

She was right. He shouldn’t worry so much. He knew, deep in his heart that Steve has always loved him, and he never wavered. Even when Bucky wasn’t himself, even when he couldn’t remember a lick of his childhood with Steve, and the war. Steve loved him when they were trading blows on the helicarrier, when he was chasing him across Europe.  Steve loved him. And he loved Steve, unconditionally. 

“You’re ready,” Natasha said, stepping away to take in the sight of him dressed in a white tux, a navy blue tie the only splash of colour on him. It was different — Bucky used to wearing darker colours in shades of black and greys — but it was Wanda’s suggestion for him to wear white. He thought he looked like the bride, but he was the one walking down the aisle — so maybe it was fitting.  “Am I?” He asked, reaching a hand up to brush at a loose piece of hair that had fallen from its bun. 

“You clean up nice. Now, come on. There’s a man waiting to marry you, and he’s probably more nervous than you.” That garnered a small chuckle out of Bucky, and he nodded, holding out his arm for Natasha to take. She looped hers easily through his, and led him out of the changing room into the hall — at the end stood the large wooden doors that would be opened to the ceremony room, where Steve waited for him. Where Steve waited to marry him. He could do this. It’s all he’s ever wanted, and he could do this. 

Bucky heard the beginnings of music, instrumental to an old tune that he could clearly remember playing on a beaten up radio in a run down apartment. It made him smile, and the doors were opened for him. The wedding was small, just a few rows of white chairs set up for their circle of friends — and those people rose to their feet at the sight of him. Natasha gave a squeeze to his bicep, and they began their walk together down the aisle.  Bucky’s eyes fleeted around, breathing heavy as they finally found Steve. God, were his eyes shining with tears? They looked glassy — even from here. He was dressed in a complimentary suit to his own, navy blue with a white tie. His blond hair was slicked back, away from his face and he looked beautiful. Simply beautiful. Steve was always a work of art. 

Beside Steve stood Sam, his gapped tooth smile broad, encouraging as he met Bucky’s eyes. Steve wasted no time in asking Sam to be his best man, and Bucky understood why. He was a solid presence, probably the only person who could keep Steve calm in his time away from Bucky while they prepared for the ceremony. 

“This is it,” Natasha said lowly, the distance between them and Steve closing quickly. His knees felt like they would give at any moment, but his pride kept him up right.  Soon, Natasha was handing him off, Steve’s hand stretched out to take Bucky’s metal one in his own. His grip was tight, knuckles white as he pulled Bucky up the one step to stand across from him. He was crying. 

“You look… good Buck.” Steve softly spoke, voice strained with emotion.  “Not so bad yourself,” he replied, amazed at his ability to speak without wavering. 

There was a ripple, as everyone sat down, and the minister they sought out to marry them opened a book.  “We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two hearts, two souls in matrimony. The couple have decided to write, and speak their own vows here today, so Steven, go ahead and begin.” 

The deep breath Steve took was visible by the rising of his shoulders. He stood straighter, and gazed down at Bucky with the softest look in his eyes. “Bucky, James,” he began, Bucky’s real name sounding odd coming from his lips. “You are… the light of my life. You have been for as long as I can remember, and I remember everything. You were a beacon, and I was just a moth seeking out that flame. The day you waltzed into my life, with all the swagger a boy on a schoolyard could possess, I knew you were the one I wanted by my side.  When we were young, it wasn’t possible. The feelings I had for you were looked down upon, were labelled as wrong. But how could love be wrong? How could my desire to stay by your side, fight by your side, be wrapped up in your embrace be unjust?” Steve’s eyes drifted closed, a pained expression fleeting across his face, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to kiss that pain away — but he held firm, and waited.  “When you died, I realised how much of my heart truly belonged to you. I didn’t have any direction anymore, no one to point me north or south, no one to be that beacon.  But then, somehow, we found each other again. And it was hard at first, knowing the pain you went through, knowing I wasn’t the man you needed then and there. But Bucky, my love never wavered.”

“Bucky Barnes, I vow to you that I will protect you. I vow that whatever hardships come our way, I will traverse them with you. I vow today, and forever more that I will love you unconditionally, through thick and thin.  You are my beacon, you are the love of my life, and I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.” 

He couldn’t breathe. God, he couldn’t breathe through the tears that welled in his throat, that clouded his vision. Steve just spoke everything Bucky had ever wanted to hear, and more.  He loved this man. He loved this man so much, it was painful, it was monumental. 

“Steven,” his voice cracked, and he had to swallow heavily before he could even begin getting the rest of his sentence out.  “I made a promise to myself that day on the schoolyard that this little twig of a boy would be the one I would go through hell for, and pal lemme tell you — I did. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.  You were the personification of hope, and belonging. You welcomed me, and all my roughness with a grace only an angel could possess. You were no angel though, don’t let that go to your head. You fought things twice your size at least once a week, and I really thought you’d be the end of me, but I’d go down with so much love in my heart that I could never be mad.  I loved you, through sickness and health, quite literally.  When I went to war, my heart felt like it was gone from my chest — because that heart is you. It’s always been you.”

“The day I should have died I came to grips with it quite quickly. I was grateful, because it was me and not you. I was grateful that you would get to go on, and live for the both of us. But now, standing here with you, I understand that it will never be one or the other, because Steven Rogers I vow that everything we do, we do together. I vow to protect you, and support you through the worst of times, and the best. I vow to be on your six, through whatever wars we face in the future. I vow, that when we do reach the end of the line, it’ll be together, because I can’t imagine a life without you in it.” 

Steve’s tears left steady tracks down his cheeks, but he made no motion to try and wipe them away, and Bucky was grateful — his cheeks wet as well. 

“Do you, Steven Grant Rogers, take James Buchanan Barnes, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”

“I do,” Steve’s words held such conviction, it rocked Bucky deep to his core. 

“And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Steven Grant Rogers, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”

“I do,” Bucky said, offering a nod, as if that’ll make the confirmation more firm, more real. 

“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may now share a kiss,” the minister said, and it was Steve who surged forward, cradling Bucky’s face between his hands and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. It was tear soaked, and the most joyful thing Bucky had ever experienced. 

“I love you. God, I love you so much.” Bucky said when they pulled apart, the cheers around the room drowning out as he gazed into Steve’s baby blues. “‘Til the end of the line Buck. I mean it,” Steve whispered, arms wrapping firmly around him. 

FIN. 

#stucky #stucky fic #prompt #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

[darter-blue]

Stucky (quick fic) [Bucky is typing]

Steve is so tired, he’s thinking about stealing the duct tape from Tony's emergency kit to keep his eyeballs from falling out of his head. 

They’re mid flight back to New York from… wherever they were this time (somewhere cold and dark and exhausting). Nat is on his left, asleep with her eyes open, which is the creepiest thing Steve has ever seen - and he once watched Dum Dum wash dirty underwear in his regulation M1 helmet before wearing it into a skirmish (they all came out alive, maybe it was good luck).

His phone isn't in his pocket, which is typical Steve Rogers luck, all he wants is to play a few rounds of that terrifyingly addictive cupcake game Clint downloaded for him to switch his brain off. But, oh! It's under Nat's seat. 

And his fucking passcode locks him out after three wrong attempts, of course! So he uses the Captain America override function that all these goddamn Tonytech Avengers phones have with his thumbprint. Before he has a chance to even look for the game, a message pops up on his screen. 

Received: First of all you just ignored my cats dressed up as Santa, so fuck you. Secondly…

The ellipses show up to say this person is typing more, but Steve has no idea what on Earth it's about, or who it's from (Bucky? What's a Bucky?), So he quickly types back and hits enter.

Sent: who is this?

The ellipses stop and then start again, and quite quickly Steve receives a reply:

Received: Dont you new phone who dis me asshole

Which is mystifying, because those words don't make any semblance of sense in a sentence together and why the fuck is this Bucky so angry?

Sent: I think, firstly, your language is uncalled for.

Oh god, he is turning into his mother.  

Received: Natasha, wtf

Oh! Maybe this is a wrong number? Maybe his and Nat's numbers are just one digit off or something.

Sent: Ah, well, I think you have me mistaken for your friend.

Received: EXCUSE ME

Received: AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME

This seems like an excessive response, Steve wonders if he'll need to actually wake Nat for this. Maybe it's best to just refrain from hyperbole and set the poor man (woman?) Right.

Sent: No, I mean, you think I’m someone I’m not.

It occurs to Steve right after sending that, he is being somewhat obtuse.

Received: Nat, omg, what are you talking about???

Okay, Steve, spell it out:

Sent: No sorry, I’m not Natasha

Received: What?

Sent: I’m Steve

Receieved: Who the fuck is Steve?

Immediately the phone is ringing. A picture of a ridiculously attractive man pops up as a display picture and it must be an actor or a model Tony has programmed into the phone as a joke (one time he lets slip that Jimmy Stewart would be his Hall pass and he'll never live it down).

He answers, because it would be rude not to. 

'Who are you and why do you have Natasha's phone?' 

'I think maybe you have the wrong number,' Steve says back to that gruff, salty greeting (salty is his new favourite word of the day, thanks to the urban dictionary app FRIDAY put on his phone) 

'I… hang on..' the phone goes silent for a moment and Steve likes to think he's waiting very patiently for Mr grumpy to come back on and apologise profusely. He secretly is quite interested to hear that voice when it's not so gruff, and maybe a little contrite. 'No!' the voice barks into Steve's unsuspecting ear, 'This is definitely Nat's phone. I am not going crazy.' 

And for the first time Steve wonders if it's entirely possible this is, in fact, Natasha's phone.

Huh.

'You still there, dude?' Bucky asks. And Steve grunts to confirm he is, but pulls the phone away slightly to check, and oh. Look at that. There is no crack in the bottom left hand corner of the back of the case.

Oops.

'Ah, so it looks like you might be right,' Steve says, in lieu of an apology.

'Oh good, okay, you're not going to apologise for causing me a ridiculous amount of identity crisis for three a.m on a Monday morning?'

'No,' is Steve's answer. Partly because he never apologises. Partly because it's sort of fun to fuck with this guy.

'Wow, nice. Okay, Steve, what the fuck are you doing answering Nat's phone at this late hour?' Bucky asks, his voice has lost its gruff edge, has taken on the mild warmth of amusement (it is even more pleasant than Steve had anticipated), 'You guys hook up or something?'

'What? No!' Steve blurts out wildly, before he can stop himself (but, yuck. Natasha is like the pain in the ass little sister Steve never asked for) 'We work together.'

'Ah,' Bucky says, like he's just discovered a state secret, 'You're Steve from work.' - Oh lord, what has Natasha been saying about him? - 'You sound cuter than I was expecting.'

What. Does that mean?

'I uh…' Steve is at a loss, 'I am not cute.' 

Steve is a thirty something year old super soldier too world weary to even wear a parachute these days. He is not. Fucking. Cute.

'Sure, send me a selfie, I need to judge for myself.' He can hear Bucky chuckling to himself on the other end of the phone.

'I am not sending you a selfie.'

'Fair enough, you want me to judge in person, I can respect that,' Bucky says, and the warmth in his voice has reached dangerous levels. It's affecting Steve more than it should. 'Okay, if you’re Steve from work then you live here in New York, right? Which means you can meet me at Elsa's tomorrow night at nine.'

'I don't… know where that is?' Steve says, flustered and breathless for no good reason. 

'Google it. Okay it was nice chatting Steve but I gotta go,' he can hear Bucky yawn, hears the crack of his jaw, 'You shouldn't be calling people up at three in the morning, it's rude.'

'I didn't… You called me!' Steve says incredulously. Except Bucky has already hung up. He pulls the phone away from his ear and states at it, like it might offer him some answers. 

It does not.

It does have a picture of Bucky in the contact information though. And okay, if he's not a model or an actor then life is just unfair. Steve doesn't realise he's staring at the phone until Natasha's voice breaks through his musing.

'Two years I've been trying to set you up with someone nice and you end up picking up my best friend with a butt dial?'

Steve looks over at her and she hasn't moved at all. She still looks asleep. She really is creepy.

'It wasn't a butt dial!' he doesn't even know what that is, but he's sure it doesn't apply here.

'Uh huh. Remind me to get Tony to take your fingerprint override off my phone.'

Steve lays Nat's phone gently in her lap where she pretends to sleep on. He fishes his own out of his chest pocket, must have been there the whole time, and puts his head in his hands. 

He just wanted to play his cupcake game…

The phone pings a few seconds later and it's a message from Nat; Bucky's contact information (including his picture).

And he isn't sure what this feeling in his gut is, but it's definitely not the roiling miasma of banality that has been festering there lately.

Which is probably a good enough reason to not back out of this.

Really, how bad could one drink with a handsome stranger be?

He leans back in his seat and let's his head fall against the headrest. It could be nice actually.

'Atta boy, Steve.' Nat says, still as a statue.

Steve is pretty sure she can read minds.

He wouldn't even put it past her to have set this whole thing up somehow. 

The tiny tilt at the corner of her mouth suggests he might not be wrong.

part two  part three

#stucky #quick fic #steve x bucky #shrunkyclunks #Steve Rogers #captain america #Bucky Barnes #natasha romonova #Modern Bucky Barnes #1k words #darter-blue #my fics #prompt fill

[prettyboy-parker]

favorite fics of 2020 (and a goodbye)

hi all!

first, i wanted to say this is inspired by one of my closest friends my bitch @honeybunstarker . thank u for that 

secondly, i wanted to say a final goodbye. i know that i nearly left a few months ago, but i was still on the fence about writing for marvel then. now, ive lost all interest. thank you all for fueling my love for writing, and making these past two (??? i actually don’t know) years full of excitement and encouragement! from the ups (the blocklist, secret santa) to the downs (my favorite blogs and friends deactivating without a word), ive had the greatest time in this fandom. 

in case you were worried, i am NOT deactivating. my fics will be available for you to read whenever you want.

but, i will not be writing for marvel anymore, nor will i be posting on this blog.

now that the sad part is done, i didn't want to leave you guys without anything to entertain yourselves with. so, here are my favorite fics, including some non-marvel, from this year! 

(all descriptions are from the work itself)

my top fic from this year, which is also one of my favorite fics of all time, is a dog named sunshine.

“Bucky Barnes has issues. Mental health issues, and a whole lot of them, to be precise. Bucky is fucked up, and he knows that. His apartment looks like a dumping ground on most days, he can’t sleep through the night, sometimes he doesn’t shower for six days and doesn’t leave the house except to see his therapist once a week. Mostly, Bucky has no idea how the whole “talking about your problems” thing is supposed to help him, but sometimes his therapist has some really great ideas. Like getting a dog. Which is how Bucky meets Steve. Steve has blond hair and shoulders as broad as Bucky’s future if he wouldn’t suffer from depression and multiple mental disorders, and a waist as small as Bucky’s self-esteem. Steve also has a yellowish dog with floppy ears called Sunshine. And sunshine makes its way into Bucky’s life with a bounce in its step.”

a modern stucky fic which portrays depression in the best way i have seen in a fic so far. unfortunately, it has been orphaned before being finished :(

starker:

hey baby, slip between my beta-pleats and get to know my alpha-helix? By @starkerforlife6969​ and @darker-soft-starker​

“Even though Tony can't tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice.

His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark-

He'll just have to do.”

if you asked me what my favorite starker fic of all time is, i’d tell you it’s this one

raising hybrid puppies by jaypendragon

“A non-powered Tony/Peter coffee shop AU with billionaire Tony and working-class, teenage Peter. Also, Toomes has a bakery and somehow Last Week Tonight is a genuine plot point.”

underage, slowburn, happy ending 

even though it’s one of the most notorious fics for the ship, i never read it until the summer. 

waiting for marriage by tuesday 

“In which Tony gets married and kidnapped in that order.

—

Tony Stark went to Vegas to cause a scandal.”

just super fun!

push you out (pull you back in) by @lovelystarker​

“So basically, Peter's kind of fucked. And not in the way that he wants to be-preferably by his mother's hot new boyfriend who has beautiful brown eyes and a disposition that's more than put-together. It wouldn't be so hard to ignore the crush, really it wouldn't, but Mr. Stark has practically moved in, so Peter can't avoid him if he wants to, and unlike his mom's past boyfriends, this one actually likes to spend time with him. So yeah, Peter's kind of fucked.”

just,,, wow. important to note that it is unfinished.

stucky:

you go to my head by alby_mangroves and brideofquiet

“Why would you do that for a man you don’t know?” Bucky asks.

Steve raises one slow eyebrow at him, then the other, till his expression turns from skepticism to disbelief. His forefinger and thumb reach into his shirt’s front pocket and draw out a wrinkled dollar bill.

Steve looks him in the eye when he says, very patiently, “For money, Bucky.”

40′s stucky is my favorite stucky

that boy is a problem by 2best friends

“In which a twinky little goth punk named Bucky puts a leash around Steve's dick and he's really into it.

(The leash is a metaphor. For now.)”

just porn

all the angels and the saints by speranza 

“In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.”

if it makes you cry, it’s probably good!

sugar sweet by colorcoated 

“College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree.”

the only slowburn i have tolerated 

my bucky by cleo4u2 and xantissa 

“Bucky finds a feral Alpha in the woods. Rather, the Alpha finds him. Bucky is sure it’s the end of his life as an independant Omega. It turns out to be the beginning of the strangest romance Bucky’s ever known.”

stony:

(i want you to see) the darkest side of me by ann2who

“In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.”

total mindfuck.

ironstrange:

let it be by lucifersfavoritechild

“While dealing with his son's car accident and a rapidly-dissolving marriage, Tony is drawn to Peter's surgeon, Dr. Stephen Strange.”

where severus snape is hot, not a stalker, and somehow gets the girl by utopiste

“Or: Peter Parker is sick and wants to cut his Neuroscience class. Tony just wants to help (and maybe date his son's hot teacher). Stephen Strange just wants to give his lecture in peace.”

miscellaneous:

geraskier: who needs plans anyways by NTK

“All witchers are alphas or betas by nature, since no omega has ever survived the Trial of the Grasses. Gerald has never had any problems with satisfying his needs on the occasional rut, for the whores from Poviss to Nilfgard were eager to be of service to a sturdy hunk like him. On the other hand, a certain omega/ bard/ occasional witcher tagalong has always made certain to acquire enough suppressants from local healers before setting out on a new adventure. That is, until the travels with his favourite White Wolf led the unlike pair into uncharted territory for longer than expected… life ensues”

philtriss: bound by sapphiresmoke

“Leashing involves a pupil being bound to their master in body, mind, and magic,” Philippa explained, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. “It is not something to undertake lightly, but if you accept, I will be able to share my magic with you, and instruct you in ways that would be otherwise be impossible if I were to only rely on verbal communication. It is intimate, it is at times invasive, but if you consent to this, Triss, it will make you vastlymore powerful, and from the look in your eyes, that seems to be exactly what you are looking for.”

vandermatthews: one more night like this would put me six feet under by jukeboxgraduate

“To be alongside the same person week after week, to share honesty and trust with someone day after day, is a rare treasure in a life that hinges on dishonesty. Hosea holds it close to his heart.”

din/cobb: every wave is a tidal if you hang around by wolfhalls 

“Din comes to Mos Pelgo, and finds a lot more than he was looking for.”

and finally, rough day by @no-droids​, because we all need to be a little indulgent sometimes.

#starker #stony #ironstrange #stucky #fic recs #geraskier #philtriss

[americasass91]

This is my stucky fic idea. Basically after this dream of bucky’s, Steve has (coincidentally) started showing off his strength to him. One day, Bucky is horny and randomly asks Steve if he could bench press him. Steve’s gets cocky and replies by flexing before easily benching Bucky. After showing off, Steve lets Bucky feel his muscles, and then after a while he lifts him to the bed for smut. This isn’t dream, and is not yet an offical request. If you do accept, do you need me to post this again?

Well hello again! Here is my second Stucky request for this lovely Anon! I hope it’s to your liking. This is a part 2 to this 👉🏻Hidden Feelings. But it can be read as a stand alone. I did tweak this just a bit. But it’s still filled with Stucky goodness! This might be my last Stucky fic for a little while. I’m still not 100% comfortable writing them. But I couldn’t let this anon down! I hope it’s what you had in mind!

Revealed Feelings

Rating: Explicit (literally almost all of my fics are😂)

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, m/m, hand jobs, cum, Bucky and Steve admitting feelings, language

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Ever since Bucky had that very erotic dream about Steve, he’s been avoiding him like the plague.

He had told himself it was just because he was horny. That he couldn’t want his best male friend in a sexual way. But that all got shot to hell when he decided to take home a girl he met in a bar the other night.

He had no problems getting going. He was actually enjoying himself as he bent Stacy? Stephany? Sylvia? over the back of his couch and was plowing into her from behind. Enjoying the little moans coming from her mouth. He had a tight grip on her hip with his metal hand and had the other buried between her legs.

He could feel her coming and normally that’s when he would let go as well. But he just couldn’t get there. He slowed down a little to let her come down from her high. But then picked right back up into his brutal pace when he felt her walls stop fluttering around him. He had better stamina than he thought.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up so her back was to his front. She was moaning like a pornstar. Telling him to go faster and harder. He obliged. He moved his hand back down and started rubbing her clit again. This time she started moaning his name.

He opened his eyes and looked down at where they were connected. Even that wasn’t bringing him closer to the edge. He was starting to get frustrated with himself when he looked up and his gaze fell forward. That was a mistake.

Right there sitting on his tv stand were pictures. And of course there was one of him and Steve. Shit. Steve looked so fucking good in that picture. He and Bucky had their arms around each other. They had just run a marathon for charity.

Bucky couldn’t help but admire Steve’s arms in the picture. The way the veins were protruding out. He could tell Steve was flexing.

Bucky started fucking Samantha? even harder. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down Steve’s body. Once again he was wearing a shirt that didn’t fit him. Then Bucky’s gaze got to Steve’s crotch. He had never noticed the bulge in the picture before. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his mouth. He started thinking about what that would feel like in his hand or better yet, his mouth.

As Bucky’s thoughts wandered to what Steve’s mouth would feel like on him, he came without warning. He just about moaned Steve’s name out loud. Thank god he was able to hold that back. Sally? didn’t even seem to notice his withdrawn state. He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants and promised he’d call her as he rushed her out as politely as he could.

So that’s why he was currently hiding out in the communal library. He knew Steve spent a majority of his Saturdays either working out or planning missions. Bucky figured he was safe here. Boy was he wrong.

“Barnes!”

Bucky jumped at the sudden intrusion and looked up to see Nick Fury walking towards him.

“Sergeant Barnes. I hope you’re doing well this evening.” He doesn’t even give Bucky time to reply before he’s handing him over a file. “Could you see to it that Captain Rogers gets this immediately? It contains important information on his upcoming mission. I’d take it to him myself but I’m rather in a bind and have somewhere important I need to be.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything for a minute. He just looks from the file back to Fury’s face, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he can’t take the file to Steve.

He’s about to open his mouth when Fury cuts him off. “Look I know you and I got off on the wrong foot but this shouldn’t be a task you have to think this hard about. Aren’t you and Captain Rogers attached at the hip?”

Bucky was about to argue but then thought better. He goes to stand and grabs the file from Fury. “It’ll be no trouble, sir. I’ll see that Captain Rogers gets this right away.”

Fury nods his head in thanks. “I appreciate this Barnes. Thank you.” With that he turns to exit the other side of the library.

Bucky looks down at the file as if it’s offended him. Shit. Well he was going to have to face Steve sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. He looks up towards the ceiling.

“FRIDAY? Could you please tell me where Captain Rogers is?”

“Captain Rogers is in his living quarters. Would you like me to tell him you’re on your way?”

“That won’t be necessary. It’ll be a quick visit. Thank you.”

Bucky takes off towards the direction of Steve’s room. He hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything important. Maybe Steve was just relaxing? Taking a rest after a long week? Psh like he ever rests. He’s probably filling out mission reports. He’s such a nerd.

Bucky gets to his door and takes a couple deep breaths before knocking. Preparing for when he’ll see Steve’s handsome face.

When he thinks he’s ready, Bucky knocks.

He doesn’t have to wait very long before Steve answers the door.

Steve who wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Steve whose shorts were so low on his hips that Bucky could see that perfect V practically directing him towards his cock.

Steve who was all sweaty from a workout Bucky had apparently interrupted.

Steve who had no idea how hard he had just made his best friend.

Fuck.

Steve smiles at his best friend. “Hey, Buck! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Bucky’s brain has short circuited. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of Steve’s chest.

Steve notices where Bucky’s eyes are trained. He can’t help but smirk and start flexing a little. “You like what you see?”

Bucky snaps out of it and raises his gaze to Steve’s face. “Sorry, man. It’s just. Are you getting bigger? Hitting the gym even more?” Bucky hoped that poor excuse would suffice as to why he was ogling his half naked best friend.

Steve’s smirk turns cocky. “Yeah actually I have. Trying to buff up a little bit. You know, impress the ladies.”

Bucky couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “Yeah, like you have trouble with the ladies. You hook up with what? 3-4 a week?” He makes his way inside and can’t help but notice the small gym that has taken up residence in Steve’s living room.

Steve heads over to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “Well, usually. I actually haven’t hooked up with anyone for a few weeks now.” He heads back over to stand in front of Bucky. He glances down and notices the file in his hand. “Is that for me?”

Bucky follows Steve’s gaze down to the file he’s still holding. He had forgotten all about it. He hands it over to Steve. “Yeah, this is from Fury. He said it was for your upcoming mission.”

Steve takes the file and sets it on his coffee table. “Thanks, man. How did you end up with it?”

Bucky shrugs. “I was in the library when I ran into him. He asked me to bring it to you. So here I am. Looks like I interrupted your workout though. Sorry. Why aren’t you working out in the gym?”

Bucky notices the blush that creeps up on Steve’s face. “Um, well. I got banned from the gym for a few weeks by Tony.”

Bucky chuckles and crosses his arms. “What the hell did you do, punk?”

Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Well it was when I was sparring with Sam and a group of girls were watching us. I’ll admit I was showing off a bit and not paying attention and accidentally knocked over a row of treadmills. So i’m not allowed back in until I learn, as Tony put it, ‘Proper Gym Etiquette’ or some bullshit like that.”

Bucky starts laughing and looks around the makeshift gym. “Oh, yeah. That was hilarious! Definitely made me stop my workout because I was laughing so damn hard. Well looks like you don’t even need the gym. You have everything you could need right here.”

Steve shakes his head. “Not everything. I don’t have a bench press. Which sucks because that’s a part of my normal routine.”

Bucky’s next words fly out of his mouth faster than what his brain can process. “You could bench me if you want.”

Steve raises a curious eyebrow at Bucky. “What? Buck I can lift a hell of a lot more than what you weigh.” He flexes his biceps at Bucky, making the veins in his arms protrude out.

Bucky feels his cock twitch in his pants. Shit. “Yeah, but it would be better than nothing right?”

Steve pretends not to notice Bucky’s growing bulge and shrugs. “I guess you’re right. You wouldn’t mind?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Nope. Anything to help you out, punk.”

Steve chuckles and lays down on the mat he had stolen from the gym. “Alright then. I guess you can lean back into my hands? I’ll hold you between your shoulder blades and your upper left thigh?”

Bucky can’t help the shiver that wracks his body. “Um, yep. That’ll work.”

He knows his erection is now straining against his shorts. He’s hoping to whatever god is listening that Steve won’t notice.

Oh, Steve notices.

He can’t help the twitch he feels his own cock make. This is why he hasn’t been hooking up with anybody lately. He’s been having some not so friendly thoughts about his best friend recently. He’s been doing his best to keep them hidden. There’s no way Bucky would reciprocate them, right?

That’s why he’s been showing off in the gym more. Not for the girls. He’s been seeing if he can get a rise out of Bucky. He knows he’s looked like a douche what with all the flexing and wearing shirts that don’t fit him. And judging from the bulge in Bucky’s shorts, it’s working.

Bucky clears his throat to get Steve’s attention. “Ready?”

Steve holds his hands up and nods his head. Bucky leans back onto them. Steve readjusts his grip, making sure he won’t drop Bucky.

Bucky is trying his best not to let out a whimper. This is so much better than his dream. Steve’s hands on him feel like heaven. And when Steve starts to lift him? Bucky almost came right then and there.

Steve notices the shivers going down Bucky’s spine. He decides to turn it up a notch. He starts grunting unnecessarily every time he lifts Bucky up. He hears the little whimper escape Bucky’s mouth. That little noise goes straight to Steve’s cock. Which is now uncomfortably straining against his shorts.

“Um, okay Buck. I’m done.” He puts Bucky back down as gently as he can.

Bucky turns around and looks down at Steve confused. Only to then notice Steve’s eyes are trained on his erection. Steve quickly stands up, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s hard as well. Bucky can’t help but notice it. Jesus. Maybe Steve does feel the same way.

Steve can’t help but start flexing again. Loving the effect he’s having on Bucky.

Bucky’s eyes travel up over Steve’s body again. His bottom lip between his teeth as he watches his muscles become more prominent.

Steve decides to make a move. “You can touch them if you want.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his right hand over Steve’s bicep, earning him a moan from the blonde super soldier. He then moves his hand over to his pec and gives a nice squeeze. “Fuck, Bucky. You’re driving me crazy here.”

Bucky smirks and trails his hands down his abs. He reaches the waistband of Steve’s shorts and looks back up at him.

The heat between them is stifling.

Bucky raises his eyebrows as if daring Steve to make the first move.

Fuck it.

Steve grabs Bucky by the back of the neck and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Bucky reacts quickly and grabs onto Steve’s bicep and gives another squeeze. Steve groans and grinds his cock against Bucky’s, desperate for some friction. Bucky pulls Steve closer and grinds back against him.

Steve can’t take it anymore. He pulls out of the kiss and lifts Bucky up and throws him onto his nearby bed. Steve takes just a second to admire the beautiful man in his bed. Lips red and swollen from his kissing. Cheeks and chest flushed. Chest rapidly rising and falling with every breath. And a beautiful erection begging to be let free.

Steve growls and quickly climbs on the bed next to Bucky until he’s laying beside him. He pulls Bucky back in for another kiss. He pulls away again after a few minutes. “Please, Buck. Tell me you want this just as much as I do?”

Bucky smirks as he grabs Steve’s hand and places it on his clothed erection. “Does that feel like I want it, Steve?”

Steve moans and pulls Bucky back in for a kiss. He removes his hand from Bucky’s bulge and starts attempting to tug his shorts down. Bucky smirks and helps Steve out, successfully pushing his shorts down enough to free his cock. Steve then reaches for the hem of Bucky’s shirt and lifts it over his head.

Steve can’t help but marvel at him for a second. He’s never been intimate with a guy before but dammit if Bucky wasn’t beautiful. More so than the women he’s been with. And his cock? Steve couldn’t wait to get his hands on the girthy length of him.

This time it’s Bucky’s turn to ask. “You like what you see?”

Steve smirks and reaches out to grab a hold of the beautiful cock. “Oh, yeah. You get this hard just for me?”

Bucky rests his forehead on Steve’s shoulder and lets out a moan. “Only get this hard for you, Stevie.”

Steve adjusts his grip just a little tighter and starts slowly jerking Bucky off. Bucky can’t help but bite down on Steve’s shoulder to stifle his moaning. Steve isn’t having that. “Don’t hide from me. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. Come on handsome, let me hear you”

Bucky raises his head off of Steve’s shoulder. He grabs the back of Steve’s head with his metal hand and pulls him back in for a kiss. Steve starts pumping Bucky’s cock even faster. Bucky doesn’t want Steve to have all the fun. He starts pulling at Steve’s shorts, signaling he wants them off.

Steve removes himself from Bucky for a moment to stand up and remove his shorts. Bucky can’t help the whine that escapes him as he watches Steve’s cock smack against his abdomen. Long, thick, and just absolutely perfect. A cocky smirk appears on Steve’s face. He’s glad Bucky is impressed.

He climbs back on the bed and resumes kissing Bucky and once again grabbing his cock. This time Bucky reciprocates and grabs Steve’s cock, earning him a loud moan. “Fuck, Bucky. Just like that.”

Bucky pumps his fist at a rapid pace. He’s been close to coming ever since Steve bench pressed him. He wants to get Steve there. “Bucky if you don’t slow down, I’m going to bust a nut like some teenager.”

Bucky smirks and grabs the back of Steve’s head with his metal hand and leans in to whisper, “I want you to come for me. All over me. Make a mess, Stevie.”

Steve groans and starts moving his fist to match Bucky’s pace, now wanting them to come at the same time. Bucky moans and loses himself in the feeling of Steve’s hand wrapped around him. He comes with a shout and makes a big mess on Steve’s abdomen.

The feel of Bucky’s cum hitting his body is what does Steve in. He makes an equally big mess all over Bucky’s abdomen and chest. Steve removes his hand from Bucky’s softening cock and places it on Bucky’s hip to pull him in even closer. Steve gives Bucky a big, dopey smile. “That’s the fastest anyone has ever made me come. You must have the magic touch.”

Bucky moves his hand to Steve’s ass and gives a squeeze. “Sorry about that. Got a little carried away. I couldn’t really help myself. I’ve never felt like this before.”

Steve cups Bucky’s cheek and makes him look him in the eye. “Neither have I. This is new for both of us. I’m glad it’s with you, though.”

Bucky smiles at Steve. “Yeah? You okay going from best friends to”...he gestures down their naked bodies... “whatever this is?”

Steve pulls Bucky in for a kiss. He pulls back and touches his forehead to Bucky’s. “Well I want more than sex but I’ll take what I can get. If sex is all you want, then I’ll take it.”

Bucky chuckles at him. “Well sounds like we want the same things, punk. And don’t worry, we can keep it just between us if you’d like.”

Steve furrows his brows in confusion. “Why would I want to keep this just between us? Are you...are you ashamed of us?”

Bucky quickly shakes his head. “No! Of course not! I just assumed you wouldn’t want people to know since you’ve always been with women and you’re Captain America.”

Steve cups Bucky’s cheek again. “The thought of being with you makes me happy. And I want to show you off and how happy you make me. If my friends can’t get over that then fuck ‘em. They aren’t my real friends. As for my fans? The real ones will support me.”

Bucky can’t help the tear that falls from his eye. Steve wipes it away with his thumb. “You make me happy, too. Please know that. I’ve wanted this for longer than I’m willing to admit. I’m...I think I’m in love with you, Steve.

Steve smiles and goes to pull Bucky in for another kiss. Just before their lips touch he utters out, “I love you too, jerk.”

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[alirhi]

I don't even know where half of this came from XD

Here's another chunk of that weird BuckyNat fic. I really should probably give it a title at some point... maybe.

Anyway, just so we're clear here... Warnings! 18+ There is smut in this one! sorta lazy smut lol I stalled out and cut partway through, but it's there. (sorry. I haven't written explicit sex in years) Also some angst and a random Stucky reference that kinda wrote itself in there

Down here...

As Bucky set her down, sprawled across her bed, the full implications of what he'd said finally sank in and she stopped him with a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "I never said I would have sex with you."

"That's true," he agreed with a smirk, grabbing her wrist and pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss over the vein. "You didn't. And I didn't ask. So..." Never taking his eyes off of hers, he nipped her wrist and purred, "Do you wanna have sex with me?"

Charming. Bastard. She felt his tongue against her skin and had to hold her breath to stop herself from whimpering. There were so many reasons this would be a bad idea; they weren't blood-related, but they were supposed to be siblings, Bucky was a wounded soldier who'd just gotten home from an overseas field hospital, they didn't even really know each other... But then his lips were on hers and his tongue was sliding into her mouth and all of the logical, sane responses she could have come up with were just gone. All Natasha wanted was for the painfully gorgeous man on top of her to keep touching her.

"Fuck me, Bucky," she whispered, clinging to him as his metal hand slowly drifted, feather-light, down her body.

He chuckled, nipping her neck, and promised in a low rumble that set her body on fire, "We'll get there, doll. Eventually."

Nat grabbed his hand, pulling up up to her face. She nipped at one shiny steel fingertip and then pressed his palm to her cheek, nuzzling it. "Can you feel anything?"

"Not really," he admitted, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "There are pressure sensors that let me know when I'm touching something or how hard I'm gripping, but..." He freed his left hand from her grip and used it to brace himself up while he brought the other up to brush his thumb over her lips. When she bit him, he smiled. "It's not like this; not like real human contact."

His hand trailed down, sliding over her breasts, down her torso, to settle between her legs. "If I wanna feel your warmth, your skin, how deliciously wet you are..." One finger slipped effortlessly inside her, then a second as Bucky mumbled, "Left hand is useless."

Moaning softly as she felt his fingers curl and scissor inside her, Nat bucked her hips up and ran one hand up and down the hard metal arm still bracing him up over her. "I still think it's kinda hot." His thumb brushed over her clit and she whimpered. "Bucky...!"

"Hmmm?" The smirk on his face made her want to cry; he was so beautiful, and on the surface so perfectly in control... But there was a shadow behind those piercing blue eyes that told her he wasn't even fully there in the room with her. Something was on his mind, something that made him hold himself back even as he kept pushing her forward.

It was hard to think clearly enough to truly read him - fuuuuck he was good with his fingers! - but by the time he moved down and buried his face between her legs, one thought finally made its way to the surface: He was deflecting. Whatever it was, it was eating at him but he didn't want to talk about it, so he was using sex to keep his inquisitive stepsister from asking.

"Bucky, do you even want me?"

He stopped and looked up at her, licking his wet lips absently. The look of confusion that crossed his gorgeous face made her wonder for a split second if she'd read him wrong, but then it faded to a sort of vaguely amused resignation and he nodded, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh just below her navel. "Yes. Yeah, I really do."

That was good enough for the moment. With a little half-smile, she tugged him up for a kiss and whispered against his lips, "Then be here with me." Whatever was bugging him, she'd get it out of him after.

Bucky struggled, though he did his best not to let Nat see it. He had the most unsettling feeling that she could see right through him, but mercifully, she didn't stop him again. They had a minor scare when they heard the front door open and realized they'd lost track of time, but Bucky hastily clamped his metal hand over Nat's mouth and waited. Their parents' voices got lower as they came up the stairs, and he just barely heard his mother musing aloud to her husband, "They must already be asleep."

A door closed down the hall, cutting off their barely-audible conversation, and both Bucky and Natasha heaved sighs of relief. Figuring it was best not to push their luck, he started to pull out, but Nat stopped him with both long legs wrapped tight around his waist. With a grin he could just barely see in the dark, she whispered, "You're not going anywhere."

He glanced at the door, straining to hear every tiny sound, any indication that they were about to be caught. There was nothing. The looming threat of it was oddly exciting; smirking, he leaned down and murmured against her ear, "Think you can stay quiet for me, sweetheart?"

Her hand closed around his left wrist and squeezed as her lips brushed his ear and she purred, "I think you can make me."

It took him about half a second to figure out what she meant, and then his metal hand closed around her throat. He made sure to keep his grip light, to avoid actually hurting her, but every time she failed to keep her voice down as he pounded her into the mattress, he squeezed just a little harder for a second.

He had to bury his face between her breasts to muffle his own groans as he came deep inside her a few minutes later.

"Oh, fuck..." Nat's voice was raspy from the abuse her throat had taken as Bucky collapsed beside her and she immediately curled into him. "That was... fuck, Bucky, that was amazing!"

"You liked that?" Even as he held her close, metal arm curling around her protectively, he gaped at her. He'd thought he was psychotic, getting off on controlling her like that, but... she liked it, too?

"Pretty sure the last two times I came were just from you choking me," she half-joked, nuzzling his chest. "So... yeah."

"Good to know, I guess."

"Hey..." She was just as tired as he was; with a little grunt from the effort of moving, she rocked up onto her elbow and stared down at him. "What's wrong?"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "You're interrogating me now?"

"Tactically, it makes sense. You're as vulnerable as you're ever getting." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "But no, I'm not interrogating you. I care. What's wrong?"

"You are going to make a terrifyingly good spy, Nat. Jesus..."

"That's the goal. Now talk to me."

"I'm broken." He didn't even have to look at her; he could feel her perplexed, curious stare. Keeping his gaze locked firmly on the ceiling, he told her flatly, "I could have stayed overseas. I was supposed to. Not to fight, but to help in the lab, with the..." He lifted his hand and waved it a little so she'd know what he meant. "With the tech. But I couldn't take being there after..." Jaw tightening, he trailed off and turned his face away from her.

Nat didn't let him. With a gentle hand on his jaw, she forced him to face her again, though she couldn't make him look directly at her. "You're not broken, Bucky. You've been through Hell. I wouldn't want to stay, either. As cool as the new bionic arm thing is, it's gotta-"

"That's not why." Shrugging, Bucky glanced at his hand and added, "I mean, yeah, it's taking a lot of getting used to, but the arm's not why..."

She winced, sitting up and folding his metal hand between both of her own. "You lost someone." The pain he was radiating, so strong it was clearly visible on his face even in the dark, told her she was right long before he reluctantly nodded. "Who?"

"...His name was Steve," he told her after a long moment, voice thick with grief and tears he fought not to shed. "He saved my life over there, twice... And he died in my arms."

"Oh." Well. She'd read that situation a bit wrong, hadn't she? "I'm sorry, I thought... Well, it doesn't matter. Bucky, I'm so sorry. That's awful."

"You thought right, Nat," was his gruff reply as he sat up and started scanning the shadows for his clothes. "I was - am - in love with him."

Natasha sat back on her heels, stunned. Unsure what to do or say, all that came out as she flicked the light on for him was a soft, confused, "Oh."

#fanfiction #mcu #au #buckynat #stepcest #smut #18+ #stucky #angst

[katyobsesses]

I've decided to do that fic ask thing that's been floating around even though I haven't been tagged <3

how many works do you have on AO3?

22... apparently? three of those are fic book covers though.

what’s your total AO3 word count?

139,883 words

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3? 3. In general? 4 or 5 i think? I currently write for Glee and Marvel on my AO3 (there's also one Yuri On Ice fic) and I've previously written (and published) for Harry Potter on FF.Net. I do also have a few outlines/ideas for Merlin fics floating around my google docs but I've never posted any, and I used to write Twilight fics back in the day.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) Book Cover with 222 kudos (Marvel published 2016) --A book cover for a popular Stucky fic

A Punch In The Face with 101 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --A Young Avengers drabble of sorts, Teddy/Billy meet cute

Express Your Love with 81 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --I cannot remember what this is, I think it's Stony? Something about Tony never saying 'I Love You' to steve but instead showing his love through actions?

In A Previous Life with 77 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --A drabble of sorts. Billy and Tommy talk to Wanda about their life with her before they were reincarnated.

Putting a Punching Bag in the Workshop was Tony's Best Idea Ever with 64 kudos (Marvel published 2014) --Basically what it says on the tin. Stony. Tony is distracted by Steve's arse as he boxes.

Annoyingly these are all fics I'm not that proud of, but they're older so the kudos amounts make sense i guess 🙄 the next most Kudos'd is one I am proud of though - “You took EVERYTHING from me.” with 58 Kudos (2019) - Basically a little oneshot of what I thought could have happened in the 5 years everyone was dusted and how I thought they might have introduced Billy and Tommy into the MCU, it was going to create a whole 'verse but then we got confirmation on things like Kate Bishop and Cassie Lang and Spiderman Far From Home came out and I dropped the ideas. But I still like this fic.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

most of the time, yes, though sometimes I leave them sitting for too long and then feel awkward about replying to them and i don't (*cough* most of my comments on WTNY(ibwfy) *cough*)

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably In Paris With You which I'd forgotten about until scrolling through my fics! I wrote this, orginally, way back in like... 2011 based on a poem of the same name that got stuck in my head as i studied it for my English GCSE. but it's been updated and changed like 3 times since then.

Also my fic As long as I'm here as I am, so are you is rather angsty. Basically Kurt is listening to Ben Platt's album Sing to Me Instead and one song reminds him of Finn. (because it reminded me of them)

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I've never written a crossover, though I think I once toyed around with some sort of Harry Potter crossover that never made the light of day, I can't remember what it was with though... maybe Merlin?

have you ever received hate on a fic?

not on AO3! But I did have someone call my OC in One More New Direction a Mary Sue on FF.net which wasn't nice, and someone else said they hated my characterisation of Mercedes in a chapter which was weird because Mercedes wasn't even in the chapter it was just my OC talking about her and her impression of her.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

I've tried, multiple times, in my 10+ years of fic writing, but i just can't do it. Maybe it's because I'm Asexual? it just always feels weird even after I've read smut as, like, revision. I feel like a lot of the characters are, like, ace by proxy because i don't know how to write characters being motivated by sex.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Not that I know of anyway

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

not that I remember? I vaguely remember being a Beta for someone like 10 years ago though.

what’s your all time favourite ship?

I honestly don't know! I've definately written mostly Klaine, but I'm such a multishipper that I have no clue. I'm really loving writing Hevans rn mostly because we are lacking Hevans content which is criminal. actually, fun fact, my fic Welcome To New York (it's been waiting for you) was originally going to be Klaine, but as i was writing the outline I fell back into the Hevans hole and decided to switch it up. I'm glad i did because it would have gotten nowhere as a Klaine fic!

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

If i don't think I'll finish something I don't post it. I have a graveyard of fics half drafted.

what are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know. I like writing dialogue and I know I'm good at portraying something with a small amount of words but you'll have to ask my readers 😊 (in fact, if you've read my stuff please let me know what you think my strengths are! I'm honestly curious!)

what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at stretching a scene into something bigger if it warrents it. Like i said I'm good at portraying something with few words but sometimes I feel like that throws the pacing off. I use a lot of paragraphs because of that, to make the reader pause and reflect until the next line or to show that the character is pausing and reflecting. idk man. I also hate writing dates, which is annoying because WYNY(ibwfy) is mostly dates. I've been on one in my life and it was shit so i have no idea how to write one lol.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think that, unless you don't want the reader to know what is being said or the words used are obvious in context, that you should write it in english EG: --"Merci!" Kurt said.-- is fine but if you want to write something longer I would do something like --"hello my name is Kurt Hummel and I love scarfs" Kurt said in french-- or something, it depends on the context.

Actually, going back to In Paris With You. Kurt is french in that, and it's from Blaine's POV so when Kurt speaks french it's in french with Blaine translating what he can in the narration. He's not meant to be able to understand Kurt perfectly, so the audience doesn't either. But if I was writing, say, Kurt and Sebastian talking to each other in French from Kurt's POV I'd write it in english so that audience can also understand that Kurt understands.

(does that make sense?)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. definately Harry Potter! It was how i got into fanfiction, and how i got into glee <3 JKR is a horrible person, but her books - and especially the fandom surrounding them - mean a lot to me.

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I have no idea. I'm really liking my Love and Friendship series right now, and I love One More New Direction because it got me through - is getting me through - this crazy couple of years. so probably them? I also really love (that makes you) The Scarlet Witch which is kind of like a character analysis of Wanda that I wrote after watching WandaVision.

#long post #katy writes #katywrites #fanfiction #glee #mcu #marvel #harry potter #ao3 #me

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Breathe {2}

Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: This is the most planned out fic. I think I’ve ever written, holy cow. Steve would be yelling language so much at this chapter. I cannot stress to all of you how much Sam or Bucky are not straight in this.

Rating: M

Summary: Six months after Endgame, Bucky sees John Walker with the shield, it’s time to talk to Sam. Steve died of old age and is the Major Character Death. Unrequited Stucky, eventual SamBucky.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Self Harm, Swears, Angst, Grief,

Word Count: 2,301

Six months passed, Bucky had been a stranger, but he had been busy. Getting acclimated to the modern world was not as easy as he had hoped. Brooklyn had changed, just like everything else. Businesses were gone, families he had known died, but it still was Brooklyn. He had taken a self guided tour when he first moved into the apartment. There were plaques all over the place with his and Steve’s name on them. He remembered staring up at their old building, or at least the plot of land it had been in, that was now some kind of apartment complex, and wondered why the hell they had thought to put a bronze plaque out front. Reading the plaque had caused his skin to crawl, the two friends lived together for years. That shouldn’t bother him as much as it did, but it kept nagging at his mind. Two friends, that’s all they were, no matter his feelings, they were friends. Til the end of the line. That phrase popped back into his mind. Bucky had ninety years, but there were three words he never got to say.

He had turned away once he finished reading, tears starting in his eyes and his hands clenched. He stumbled into two men who were holding hands.

“Watch it!” The taller one snapped, pushing the other behind him protectively. Bucky had frozen for a moment, eyes flicking around the two, whose hands remained intertwined. The one who had been pushed aside whispered in the other’s ear. “Alright, let’s go, but watch where the fuck you’re going.”

Bucky mumbled an apology, but his eyes wandered back to the couple as they walked away, their hands intertwined. He pushed down the ache he felt in his chest, shoved his hands into his pockets, and shuffled his way back to his apartment. Once he was at the place he now called home, he got onto the computer that had been left for him. Hydra had taught him how to use one, that was one skill he was grateful for.

Aside from reacquainting himself with life, he was making amends for his time as the Winter Soldier and attending his court mandated therapy sessions with Dr. Raynor. Busy, cleaning up years of messes he had made for Hydra, catching u At least that’s what he kept telling himself every time his phone dinged and it was a text from Sam. I’ll get to it. He kept saying, but he didn’t.

He sat in front of her birch tree wallpaper. He hated the room, the couch, not so much Dr. Raynor, but he hated the situation. He spent years with someone else in his head, and he didn’t need another person added to the list to comb through his mind.

Bucky continued in his usual fashion of giving her one word answers. Then he started to talk about the name he crossed of his list of amends, he parroted back Rule Number Three.“I am no longer the Winter Soldier, I am James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, and you are part of my effort to make amends.”

“Give me your phone.” She ordered, he sighed and handed it over, she started going through the phone. “You’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam.” He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “You’re alone, you have no family. It’s sad.”

He clenched his jaw. “I’m trying. I had calm in Wakanda, for ninety years I have gone from one fight to another.”

“So now that you’ve stopped fighting, what do you want?”

Bucky paused and considered his answer. “Peace.” He answered.

She scoffed, “That’s bullshit.”

Bucky remained silent, because he knew she was right. He did want peace, but that wasn’t his top priority. “Thanks doc.” He muttered as he walked out of her office and made his way home.

He grumbled to himself and made his way to the makeshift bed on the floor. He had tried to sleep in the bed, that first night after Steve was gone, but he couldn’t. Too soft, too warm, but the floor, that was just right. He sat on the floor and turned on the television, turning to the news channel, it was the only thing he could tolerate, at least it used to be the only thing he could tolerate. Sam had given up the shield. And now some asshole was walking around with Steve’s legacy on his arm. Bucky hadn’t met Walker, but he already knew, he wasn’t Captain America. The pomp and circumstance around his announcement disgusted him, Sam wouldn’t have done this. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, glancing at Sam’s message from earlier that day.

I’ll be in town this week. Teaming up with the Air Force, wanna grab a bite?

Bucky felt guilty for ignoring him all this time, he hadn’t wanted to. But he didn’t want to burden Sam, from the little bit he had learned from Steve, Sam had baggage too. He glanced back at the message. Air Force. That was something Bucky was still familiar with.

Bucky walked into the hangar. “Why’d you give up the shield?”

“Good to see you too, Buck.” Sam said calmly, ignoring Bucky’s question.

Bucky followed Sam and listened to him rattle on about the ‘Big Three.’ Aliens, androids, and wizards, the fuck? “I read the Hobbit, in 1937, when it came out.”

He didn’t miss the mildly surprised look on Sam’s face, but followed him onto the plane, like hell he was being left behind, not again. He sat across from Sam, glaring and Sam bared down and his brown eyes met Bucky’s blue. And in that moment, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat.

Bucky watched Sam jump out of the plane, and sighed. Following another idiot into certain danger. He thought to himself before jumping out, and then hitting every possible tree branch on the way down. He caught a flash of red just before he hit the ground.

“I got all of that.” He heard Sam chuckle as Redwing hovered above him.

“Get it out of my face, Sam, before I break it.” Bucky snarled through his teeth. Trying to ignore Sam’s laughter, and the little beep from Redwing.

Bucky followed Sam into the warehouse, slinking into the shadows into a separate hallway.

“Look at you, White Panther.” Sam snickered through the comms.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes, “White Wolf, actually.”

Sam’s quiet laughter filtered through the comms, and Bucky’s face grew warm, he shook his head and continued walking. He met Sam in a large storage room, he could see a man lifting a large pallet of boxes. “I could take him.”

“Just wait.” Sam murmured, tapping on his goggles. “There’s more.”

“I could take them.”

“Just because you have a vibranium arm doesn’t mean you can take everyone in the world.” Sam grumbled, looking out at the semis waiting. “They’ve got a hostage.”

The trucks started to pull away and Bucky ran after them. Sam was yelling at him through comms, but he didn’t care, he jumped on the back of the second truck and ripped the door open. He glanced around, “Looks like vaccines.” A girl with curly red hair stepped out from behind one of the she glanced up timidly at Bucky. “I’m here to help.” Bucky said, holding out his hand to her. A smirk appeared on her face, “Son of a—“

Bucky flew from the semi as she kicked him in the chest. He glared up at her as she gave a last smile before jumping to the top of the truck. Bucky chased after her and was instantly thrown into a fight with her and two other men. They started kicking and punching him before the men grabbed ahold of both of his arms and turned him to face her. Redwing began to buzz around her head and she groaned, then grabbed the drone from the air and snapped in half over her knee.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Bucky said wistfully, catching Sam’s eyes for a moment before Sam engaged the girl and was thrown to a separate truck and pinned down by two men that Bucky hadn’t noticed.

Then that damn red, white, and blue saucer flew through the air. Bucky glanced up to see Steve’s government replacement jump from the helicopter. Bucky caught the shield as it rebounded from the hit, then it was immediately taken by Walker. Bucky gripped the bottom of the semi, snarling as the super soldier continued to stomp on his hand until his grip was broken and he was holding on by one arm. He snarled as he slid down the truck and wrapped himself around the bottom of the trailer frame. The tires hitting the pavement sounded louder then he glanced over to see a flash of silver and red.

“That little girl kicked your ass.”Sam joked before barreling under the semi, pulling Bucky with him and they rolled into a field, the two grunting until they came to a stop. Bucky was on top of Sam, his eyes met Sam’s and Bucky felt his stomach flip, then his eyes flicked down to Sam’s lips. He panicked and rolled off Sam, he paused for a moment, trying to calm his breathing. “You’re welcome by the way.” Sam snarked.

“Asshole.” Bucky grumbled. “Those were super soldiers.” Bucky murmured, still feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

“Yup.” Sam said, standing up from the ground and walking to the road, glancing back at Bucky on the ground for a moment before walking towards the road.

Bucky grumbled and rolled onto his feet, falling into step beside Sam. They continued talking about the implications of the super soldiers. Dread was thrumming though Bucky’s body, super soldiers meant Hydra. His arm ached, he shook it off and continued to walk along side Sam, listening to him talk about his connections, where he would get the information next. Then he heard the honk of a horn.

Bucky glanced over to see the new blonde haired, blue eyed boy who wanted to be Captain America. “We’re pretty sure it’s one of the big three.” He called out to them.

Bucky glanced over at Sam with a raised eyebrow. How many of you have this damned big three idea? He thought to himself, Sam rolled his eyes. “Or it’s super soldiers.” He answered, not making eye contact with Walker.

“You really think so?” Lamar asked.

“We gotta work together. That’s the only way.” Walker said.

Bucky bristled, like hell was he going to work with him. He might think he looked the part, but there was no fucking way that this guy was Captain America. He was no Steve Rogers, Bucky’s eyes wandered over to Sam. And he sure as hell was no Sam Wilson. “Just because you carry that shield doesn’t make you Captain America.” He snarked, Sam gave him a small nudge.

“I put in the work. I know you didn’t expect to see the shield, Bucky” Walker snarked back defensively.

Bucky’s blood began to boil, who the fuck did he think he was, calling him Bucky. “Did you? Have you jumped on a grenade?” Bucky snarled, rage building inside him.

Walker started to go on a tirade about jumping on grenades, and plans for them. Bucky didn’t care. “C’mon, it’s twenty miles to the airport, get in the truck.”

Sam sighed and started climbing in the back of the truck. Bucky glared, he didn’t like it, but he wasn’t leaving Sam alone with these guys. Bucky remained silent and let Sam fill Walker in. He threw in a few

“You hacked my tech?” Sam snarled, Bucky could feel him stiffening next to him.

“It’s government property, I’m kind the government.” John answered nonchalantly.

Bucky turned his glare directly onto John, each time he opened his mouth Bucky added to his mental list of reasons why this man wasn’t fit to be Captain America. He thought that he had created a long enough list after watching his first interview, but no, meeting him in person. Bucky had a hell of a list going.

“It’d be a lot easier if I had Steve Roger’s best friend and wingman on my side.” John said.

Bucky tilted his head at Sam, who remained silent, but Bucky could see the fire lighting in his eyes. “Stop the car!” Bucky didn’t look back as he started walking on the path, Sam fell into step beside him. Bucky was seething, he started taking deep breaths to try to calm himself once they were out of eyesight of the others. He stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths.

“Come on, Buck, calm down.” Sam murmured, stopping next to him, dropping a hand to his shoulder.

“He’s an asshole.” Bucky managed to spit out.

Sam laughed, “Yeah, he is. But you seem to like calling everyone an asshole today, especially people who saved your ass.”

Bucky squinted his eyes and glanced over at Sam, who had a small smile on his face. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t have to.” Sam said, giving Bucky’s shoulder a small squeeze.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on it.”

Sam let out a full bodied laugh, he reined it in and glanced at the other man. “You okay?”

Bucky sighed, “He’s not Steve.” He’s not you.

Sam nodded, he removed his hand from Bucky’s shoulder. They continued in silence, both men in their minds. Bucky wasn’t sure what Sam was thinking about, but Bucky already had three plans devised for how he was going to steal the shield from Walker and make sure it ended up in Sam’s hands. Because if an asshole was going to be wielding the shield, it was going to be his asshole of choice.

#sambucky #sam x bucky #sambuckyfic #tfatws #winterfalcon #winterfalcon fic #bucky barnes #captain america #sam wilson #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sam wilson x bucky barnes #tfatws fic #breathe