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Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 2
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.
Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn't need to know how to print a photo, but he needs to know why his dead soulmate is in the one he's looking at.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky. Mentions of vomiting.
Bucky felt like his stomach was going to full out his ass. He slowly rose from picking up the photo, feeling like he’d met his stomach on the way back up.
“How?” He asked, voice breaking as he spoke.
“How what James?” Asked Wanda, brow furrowed as she picked up on his distress.
“How? The photo? How?”
“Wanda took the photo on her phone, it was then sent by a wireless connection to the printer. Would you like us to show you how it works?” replied Vision.
“It’s not that Vis, I don’t think? James?”
Bucky felt his confusion boil over into anger. Did the synthezoid really think he didn’t know how to print a picture? He’d lived in Wakanda, the most advanced country in the world for a year and these idiots think he can’t work a damn printer and a phone.
“Not the damn phone! The photo! How do you have a photo? A photo of her?!?” Bucky’s frustration aimed at Wanda. Vision not taking too kindly to his raised voice being aimed at Wanda, stepped towards him, placing himself slightly in front of her.
“Sergeant Barnes, I’m going to ask you to calm down.”
“Vis, it’s Ok.” She replied stepping around him “James, the photograph? She looks like someone you know?”
Wanda didn’t really need to ask. Bucky’s stoic behaviour usually caused him to block his emotions and feelings from Wanda reading him but now they were fully on show and streaming out of him. She couldn’t not see them. A reaction like this meant one thing. Soulmates.
Bucky nodded tears beginning to rundown his cheeks.
“How do you have this? How do you have her on a photo?”
“Her? Who do you think this is?” She asked pointing at the woman in the photo with herself and Nat.
“She's ours. She’s my soulmate. Our soulmate.” He answered.
Even with his super soldier hearing, so caught up in seeing his lost soulmate, Bucky was oblivious that the rest of the team were now standing behind him. Including Steve.
“What? Buck what are you talking about?” Asked Steve.
Bucky turned towards Steve his hand shaking as he passed him the photo.
“How is this possible? How?”
Natasha’s eyes caught a glimpse of the photo he was holding, discreetly side eyeing Wanda who nodded.
“Anyone want to bring me up to speed here?” asked Tony, trying to catch a glimpse of the photo. Bruce did the same, recognising all of the people pictured immediately.
“Well, that’s Natasha, that’s Wanda and that’s…..wait what’s going on? When did you meet her?” Bruce asked Steve.
“Okay, well I’m no more informed with Bruce’s explanation. Ladies want to enlighten us?”
Nobody answered as Steve headed towards Wanda, eyeing her stack her photos.
“Do you have more?”
Wanda nodded, flicking through the others and pulling out another picture. The same figure this time front and centre, holding a stick of candyfloss. Grinning like it’s the best thing in the world. Natasha is in the background with an expression that is very Natasha, slight smirk, slight eyebrow raise. Wanda thought it captured both your personalities perfectly.
“Here.” She passed the photo to Steve. He let out a choked sob, pushing the photo toward Bucky, rushing into the bathroom, the sound of heaving heard before the door closed.
Unable to hold his simmering emotions anymore, Bucky sank to the floor, clutching the photo and sobbed.
#steve rogers x reader#avengers au#bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#avengers#steve x reader x bucky#soulmate au#avengers soulmate au#steve rogers x reader x bucky
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Bucky was in a mood as you made your way into the base. Or he was THE mood, according to Pietro’s whisper in your ear whilst still on the jet. Bucky had shook his head at Pietro’s ongoing efforts for your attention. His head shaking soon turned into a smirk as he saw you give him a whack to the stomach, telling him to ‘stop and leave Buck alone’.
You’d been distant for the last few days. Bucky couldn’t stand it anymore. Was it your last mission? Was it him? Was it Steve? He was a punk and he had no idea how to talk to women. You were still defending his brooding though so that was a good sign, right?
Steve shook his head as he quietly smiled to himself, as Bucky appeared at his side at the front of the jet. You’d been in the compound for as little as three months and you’d been a big supporter of all things Bucky but also of Steve himself. You could go toe to toe with Tony and by some sort of miracle get him to see various perspectives of a situation. Nat had told them in the first few days of introducing you ‘she has a way about her, you’ll see’ and they definitely did see.
Steve had wondered at some point if you were some sort of enchantress. You listened and could get even the hardest and most difficult of people to listen. Secretary Ross had actually stopped turning up at the compound uninvited after you’d walked him out one day. Then he’d found Frank Castle laughing, yes The Punisher, laughing at your awful jokes, as he drank Tony’s expensive coffee and ate your homemade cookies, just twenty minutes after he’d stomped into the compound saying he was going to break Parker’s legs.
Nat was right. There was just something about you.
The evening that followed Frank’s visit, Steve decided he’d stop ignoring the pull towards you. The pull that he’d heard so many talk about, the pull of finding your soulmate. He’d long thought his had been left behind or that he simply didn’t have one and then you’d stood in front of him, messy hair piled on top of your head, wearing Clint’s T-shirt and unicorn slippers, saying it was nice to meet him and sorry you’d only just woke up, you’d been on a mission and awake for 72 hours.
Unlike Steve, Bucky had not denied the pull and had been at your side early on. But after seeing you with Frank he’d been glued to your side even more and you were almost in his lap as you watched the latest series the team were binge watching. That night Steve did what Bucky did every night and climbed into your bed.
He thoughts were interrupted by Bucky squeezing his shoulder.
“I’m talking to her when we get home.”
Steve’s head snapped in Bucky’s direction.
“If you aren’t ready punk, that’s fine but I need her. I need more of her and I need to know before I ask more of her too.”
Before Steve could reply Sam’s voice spoke up.
“Wheels down in three minutes.”
Little did they know that those minutes and the ten that followed it would change their lives.
And that when they returned to the jet you wouldn’t be with them. You’d be gone.
#avengers au#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers#bucky barnes#avengers#bucky barnes x reader#Steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes
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Pretty As A Picture Masterlist
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.
Warnings will be per chapter.
For this fic reader will be British, but let your imagination replace if needed.
Part 1
Part 2
#steve rogers x reader#avengers au#bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#avengers#steve x reader x bucky#soulmate au#avengers soulmate au#steve rogers x reader x bucky
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Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 1
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.
Warnings will be per chapter.
For this fic reader will be British, but let your imagination replace if needed.
Chapter Summary: The team are back together and their soul family back in place. Emotions run high, their exhausted and a photo is about to shake Bucky to his core.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky.
Natasha looked around the room, scanning her weary team mates. Her soul family. It had taken a while to get here but they had. Sure Tony and Steve continued to be at each other’s throats and Bucky’s face got more broody by the day but they were together.
Knowing Wanda was also back in the Compound, Vision at her side as they settled into their new quarters brought a smile to her face.
The rush of emotions of everyone being together had been too much for Wanda, and when Steve and Tony had squared up to each other for the third time in as many hours, Rhodes and Wilson forced to keep them apart as Bucky packed a bag to leave, she’d had enough.
Natasha had ushered Bruce away to avoid a code green, as Vision had tried to do the same with Wanda. But Wanda had reached her breaking point and had enough of the arguments, the intense negative energy that surrounded her soul family had brought her to breaking point. Her nights were plagued with nightmares about her family, Pietro, and her days were a living nightmare with her soul family at each other’s throats. Wanda had screamed as she’d nearer collapse.
“Enough!” she’d yelled as Vision looped an arm around her waist to keep her upright, “do you see? You never see do you? The damage you’re doing? To our family? To each other?!”
She paused as she took a breath.
“I’m leaving.”
There were calls of her name as Vision led her from the room. An hour later they were in a Quinjet over the Atlantic, directions to a safe house and a contact of Natasha’s. The rest of them didn’t speak to each other for a week following Wanda and Vision’s departure, the only exception their own soulmates. When Natasha wouldn’t say where they were, they didn’t speak to her for a few days longer.
Wanda’s return came three months later, sure there was still bickering but they’d learnt the hard way to keep it away from her. As much as they’d had preferred a longer break, missions and their skillsets had meant a need for them to return.
The Hydra clean up had originally been going well but a repeat of dead leads and bad intel had caused any more arrests to dry up.
As the digital map displayed across the meeting room showed the dead ends and places still be searched. Natasha scanned the faces of her team mates and soul family in the room. Steve was seemingly staring into thin air. Tony flipped a pen between his hands. Rhodey rubbed his eyes. Sam had his eyes on a screen full of text but the movement of his eyes indicated he was reading the same sentence over and over again. Bucky stared at a spot on one of the maps. A no go area in part of Germany. An old Nazi bunker that they had very little chance of getting permission to search even with the New Accords.
Unless she asked for a favour. A favour from you. Her attention was brought away from her stray thoughts as Bruce wrapped himself around her, a soft kiss to her forehead.
“They need a break.”
She smiled warmly at him.
“Guys, let’s take a break, half an hour and regroup.”
The only responses were sighs, stretches and yawns. Bucky was the first one up and out of the room rubbing his hand down his face in frustration as he went. Tony’s voice broke the silence.
“Is there a reason he keeps staring at the same spot?”
“The same reason I keep rereading this.” Sam replied pointing at the screen.
“It’s one of the no go areas left from the war, but it feels to me like that’s the next stop” Steve added.
“Has he been there before?” Tony asked.
“We both have.” Steve replied.
“Recently or before?” Asked Natasha, referencing before Steve was in the ice and Bucky was in cyro.
“Before.”
“Look if it’s a no go area you know the chances of us getting in there are real slim.” added Rhodey.
“Not necessarily.” added Nat.
“Let me guess” Sam enquired “you know a guy?”
“A girl actually.” she replied.
Tony cocked an eyebrow and glanced round at his soul family.
“Spill it Romanoff.”
Meanwhile down the hall Bucky splashed cold water on his face. He knew the next spot was likely to be that bunker and he knew he wasn’t going to like it. If they could even get in there it would bring back too many memories.
Memories of when they’d raided it. Memories of when he was back there twelve years later. He needed coffee or something stronger. Where was Thor when he needed him.
He headed out of the bathroom and along the corridor to the coffee station and began to start up the machine and root through the snacks. In the distance he could hear the hums of Wanda from the printing room. The room was barely used, the team opting for electronic devices or projections instead but Steve still liked paper copies and every mission had a pack of freshly printed paper maps just in case. Two packs in fact. One for use and one just in case.
Every time Steve would drop the two packs on to the meeting room table or fiddle with them on his lap in the Quinjet he would give Bucky a sad smile and nod his head, which Bucky would return.
It was silly really how things reminded them of their shared soulmate. Their soulmate had prepared maps for British Special Forces during the war and their eye to detail had been the best around, making Peggy quick to recruit their girl to her team. The fates leading her to Steve first and then Bucky. Their soulmate would do anything to keep them safe. Nagging Howard for better equipment and weapons. Telling him to “quit flirting and stop trying to fondue anything in a skirt and bloody get on with it”.
Howard never let on he was slightly scared of their soulmate, not to any of their faces but the panic in his eyes gave him away. Steve had nicknamed their soulmate a Spitfire, like the British fighter plane. The look on their girls face said he shouldn’t have.
Her way of keeping them safe was to slip extra bandages into their gear, sew small bits of metal into their suits to cover key areas but not too much to weigh them down. Then there was the packs. Always two packs of maps, just in case. Bucky sometimes wondered if their girl slipped extra copies to the other Howling Commandos.
“Can’t have you getting lost lads. You Yanks are awful with directions.”
Bucky would always tap her ass playfully as she passed by for that comment.
His thoughts were soon snapped back by Vision’s soft voice.
“James?”
Bucky cleared his throat to answer, and wiping his face roughly when he realised he was crying.
“Yeah? You need something?”
“Actually I wanted to check if you needed anything.”
“No, I’m good, thanks Vis”
“Were you thinking of her again? If you’d like to talk about her, Wanda and I would happily listen.”
Bucky turned away, dipping his head, gripping the counter of the coffee station. He tried to take a deep breath but it came out shuddered.
“James, I maybe speaking out of turn and uninvited but there is no shame in grief and you certainly don’t need to hide it from us. For anyone in the outside world it is a lifetime ago but for you, it is not, and there is no timeframe or timeline for grief.”
Bucky heard Wanda’s soft footsteps approach.
“James, take it from someone that’s knows, it is better to talk than it is to keep it inside. You listened to me talk about my brother, I’d be honoured to hear about her.”
Bucky nodded and turned towards them both teary eyed.
“Whenever you want us to, we’ll listen” added Vision.
He rubbed his face and nodded again. It was then he noticed a pile of photos in Wanda’s arms. All different sizes clutched in her hands, he was puzzled as he had barely seen a printed photo since being out of cyro, Sam telling him that people don’t often print them anymore. He then noticed Vision was holding picture frames.
“Did you print these? I didn’t think people did that anymore?”
“Not always but I like them,” Wanda answered “reminds me of home. This one Tony found for me on an old friend’s social media account” as she handed him a picture of Pietro.
“This one is when we were away” she handed him another. A picture of the couple near a lake, Scotland, Bucky thought to himself.
“This one is from” Wanda started only to stop abruptly as some of the photos scattered to the floor. She cursed in Sokovian as she went to pick them up.
“I’ve got it” Bucky said as he reached for them. He passed the first two up to Wanda but the third made him freeze.
To anyone else it was a normal picture. Three friends side by side. Two red heads and a (Y/H/C). Only it wasn’t a normal photo at all. Because alongside his two redheaded soul sisters, Wanda with a soft smile and Natasha looking nonchalant, was another woman. A woman that haunted his dreams.
His soulmate. Their girl.
#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#avengers au#bucky barnes#avengers#bucky barnes x reader#soulmate au#avengers fanfiction#avengers soulmate au#steve x reader x bucky#steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes
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This is going to be the vibe of one of my new fics, it’ll be a/b/o and Nat and reader will be friends first but people will sometimes think they are a couple or fucking. Reader was Natasha’s first genuine female friend since the Red Room. Everyone else is a little 👀
Clint is like - They’ve always been like this, they share a bed and everything. Sometimes Nat uses Y/N ass as a pillow when she takes a nap.
Bucky - Well maybe other people want to use it as a pillow. She needs to share.
Clint- I don’t think it’s for the same reason bud.
Incorrect Quote
Natasha: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Bucky recently.
Y/n: No, Natasha, it's not what it looks like, I swear.
Natasha: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?
Y/n: No! You’re the only one for me.
Natasha: Is that so?
Y/n: I promise! Bucky and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner.
Natasha: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?
Y/n: You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more!
Natasha: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?
Y/n: Of course bro!
Natasha: Bro...
Bucky: What the-
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Biker Au Vote!!!
Which couple match for the soulmate friendship group? I’m bouncing around who Ryan and Wanda should be with.
In this AU Ryan looks like Ncuti Gatwa (from Sex Education and Doctor Who)
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you taste like suburbia
pairing: mafia!stucky x reader (poly), john walker x reader but not for long
word count: 6.4k
summary: your lousy boyfriend John Walker owes quite a bit of money to some pretty shady people. And since he doesn’t have the means to pay, he’s brought you along to a negotiation to meet them - and hopefully entice them into accepting a different form of payment.
warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con kind of, a tiny bit of stalking/dark behavior (it’s only hinted at), voyeurism i guess?, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, poly relationship, petnames (princess, kitten, beautiful), daddy kink, sir kink, unprotected p in v, a little bit of misogyny (not from stucky), not john walker friendly, mentioned verbal abuse, mention of murder (you have to squint and turn your head 90 degrees)
a/n: this is based off this post and @crazyunsexycool ‘s very amazing comments (title is from ‘suburbia’ by devon again)
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“It’s simple, really.” The men across from you have been staring you down this whole time, eyes barely leaving your body and that’s only to occasionally glance at the man sitting next to you. And though they’re looking at you, you know their words aren’t directed your way. No. It’s for John.
John Walker; your shitty boyfriend who, apparently, has got himself into a lot of trouble with some pretty shady people. You don’t know much, you just know that he has a debt to pay and he doesn’t have the funds.
And you’re not stupid, you know how this will go. Your relationship with John started good, great in fact, but then he fell back into his old gambling ways a few months in. You wanted to leave, to kick him to the curb the moment he asked you for money to cover some bills. But you were too kind-hearted for your own good and felt the need to help him just because you loved him. But the deeper into trouble he’s gotten the less he’s actually cared about you, too focused on getting his debts paid off so he doesn’t get a bullet in his head.
Thus, you’re here. Forced to wear that dark red, wrap-around dress that shows just enough to be desired in the hopes that will entice the men across from you into accepting a different form of payment. Fifteen minutes into the ‘meeting’ you can already tell that they’re going to accept. And you don’t really know what to do in this situation, you know you don’t really have a say in how this plays out, but some part of you doesn’t really mind. Part of you is glad you’ll finally be free from John’s bullshit.
It just helps that the men your boyfriend owes money to are extremely attractive. Both men don dark black suits, white button-ups, and sleek black ties. And the brunette - Bucky, maybe? - smirks when he catches your eye after having been staring at his hand grasping a cigarette for a few moments before glancing up at his face. With a wink, he turns his head towards his partner - Steve, if you remember correctly.
“You owe us quite a bit of money, but you already knew that. We also know that you don’t have the means to pay us.”
From beside you, you can feel John shaking in his seat. With just a glance in his direction, you can see the beads of sweat forming around his hairline at Steve’s commanding tone.
“We’re assuming that’s why you brought her, isn’t it?” With that question, both men look back at you, the hunger in their eyes is prominent. And part of you wants to cower in your chair, to wrap your arms around your body and hide from their intense gazes. But a bigger part of you likes it, craves being desired. Lord knows John hasn’t looked at you like that in a long while.
“Um,” John stops himself, seems to not know what exactly to say. But then Bucky raises one of his eyebrows and John is quick to continue. “Y-Yes, sirs.”
Steve hums, bringing up his glass to take a long sip of his liquor of choice. Bucky takes a short drag of his cigarette before speaking up.
“And if we don’t accept the arrangement?”
John starts really vibrating out of his seat now, both of his legs bouncing furiously. One of his hands rubs over the back of his other, and he gulps loudly.
“I-I don’t… Please. I don’t have the money right now. And, she’s good in bed. She’ll listen to whatever you say, so she’ll please you guys whenever you need, she can even cook and clean so she can be a maid for you too.”
His words make you want to vomit, talking about you like you’re nothing more than a whore, a piece of meat to be passed around and commanded. Your eyes narrow, glaring over at your asshole boyfriend as you begin to pick at your fingernails with a mixture of anxiety and anger.
Steve surprises you by slamming his glass down onto the dark oak desk in front of him, some of the liquid inside spilling out.
“And what makes you think you can talk about a woman like that?” His voice is booming, and the tension in the air is palpable. It’s hard to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face, but you manage to not show your smugness when John sits up straight and begins sputtering out an apology.
“Enough,” Bucky says, taking another long drag and then putting out the cigarette. As he exhales out the smoke, he makes sure to blow it in your boyfriend’s direction, and you have to look down at your lap to prevent the men from seeing your smirk at the show of dominance.
With a glance at his partner, they seem to have a silent conversation before Steve nods, looking back at John while Bucky looks at you.
“We’ll accept. If nothing else then to get her away from you.”
Even with the passive-aggressive comment, you can see the way John’s body visibly relaxes, and can hear the sigh of relief that passes through his lips.
You on the other hand don’t quite know what to do. Yeah, you’re glad you’ve found a way out of this toxic relationship, but you’re also very aware that this major adjustment in your life was made without your consent or input. This thought immediately makes all the satisfaction drain from your body, and you keep your gaze averted so the men across from you can’t see the underlying fear growing in your eyes.
Because you don’t know these men. You’ve never even heard of them until now. All you know is that anyone connected to the dark underworld that is the mafia couldn’t possibly be a good person. For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realize all of the men are staring at you.
“Wh-What?” Your throat is a little dry due to not having spoken in a while, and you try your hardest not to let your voice waver.
“Are you okay with this?” Steve asks with an uncharacteristically soft smile and calm voice. He’s asking you how you feel about this? Why? Shouldn’t this be the end, the part where your boyfriend leaves and you uproot your life to live as payment for his debts?
Apparently not.
“Why are you asking me?” Confusion is laden in your tone, your eyebrows furrowing and your fingers picking at your nails even harsher.
“Because, beautiful,” Bucky starts, waving to a red-headed woman who suddenly appears with water for you. “We don’t want you thinking this is purely transactional. You’re not property, you’re a grown woman and you deserve to have a say in your life. If you don’t want to come with us, that’s okay. We’ll extend our contract with your dear boyfriend.”
Steve speaks up next.
“But if you do want to come with us, we’ll show you how real men treat ladies.” His eyes grow hungry for half a second, then return to that unnerving adoring gaze.
Everything grows silent for a moment, everyone awaiting your answer. As you look over at John, his face is contorted in fear of what they’ll do if you deny them, and anger - silently demanding that you say yes. And, looking over at him, you finally realize he’s never been who you thought he was. Even when he was being an asshole, when he would steal from you, when he would yell and scream and verbally abuse you because he lost even more money, you were so blinded by trying to help him that you couldn’t accept that you were being used.
Now, you know. You know that even if you don’t know these men, the fact that they’re even asking for your opinion says more than anything John could ever do. With one final look at him, you sigh, looking Steve in the eyes.
“I’ll go with you.”
Not only does John visibly relax, but you can see some of the tension leave Bucky and Steve’s bodies, almost like they were hoping that you would say yes.
“It’s settled then.” Steve’s smile turns into a sly smirk, and he momentarily shifts his gaze to John. “Your debt has been paid.”
John tries thanking him, tries to thank the men for sparing his life, but Bucky cuts him off by clearing his throat.
“Don’t think you’re getting away with that comment, though.”
With that, Steve nods at the redhead who comes to stand behind John. In one swift movement, she puts one hand on his shoulder and one hand grabs the inside of his elbow, and she twists. The sounds of his bones cracking are loud, but his screams are louder, his cries of pain reverberating throughout the office. And, as much as you want to feel bad for him, you can’t find it in you to do so. The last two years have been hell for you, and seeing him in pain feels a little like payback for all the pain he caused you. You simply sit there and stare as the woman grabs both of his shoulders and hauls him up, ignoring his cries while dragging him to the door.
The woman follows him out, leaving just you and the two men. For a moment, neither of you speaks, almost like you’re all waiting for the other person to say something.
“So, um. What happens now?” You look at Bucky as he stands and walks around the desk, holding his hand out and encouraging you to grab it. Once you do, you let him help you stand and move you so you’re nearly pressed against his body, a heavy, black metal hand settling on your waist as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles.
“Now we take you home,” Bucky says softly, staring deep into your eyes and tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.
“We’ll have our associates pick up your things,” Steve says, suddenly standing so close behind you that you can feel the heat from his body. His large hands settle on your shoulders, gently massaging your muscles and allowing any remaining tension in your body to slip away.
“And you won’t have to worry about anything for the rest of your life.” Bucky presses his body against yours further, holding your gaze for a long while before he leans down to place a delicate kiss on your cheekbone, very close to your ear. “Your only concern will be taking care of us, and letting us take care of you.”
In order to not moan you have to clear your throat, focusing all of your attention on not melting into a puddle at their feet. Steve leans down to place a kiss on your other cheek, sighing softly as though he’s been waiting for this. You hesitantly place one hand on Bucky’s arm and one on Steve’s hand, and he immediately threads your fingers together.
“Home?” Bucky asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.
“Home,” You say without a second thought, already liking the idea of being with them, being theirs.
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You all get back to their mansion, because of course they live in a mansion, about an hour later. It’s in a woodsy and remote area of upstate New York with no neighbors for a good two miles, and upon driving through the gates and down the long driveway your eyes go wide, everything is just so big. The fountain in the front yard stands almost as tall as the three-story house, several expensive-looking cars are parked off to the left near what you assume is the garage, and you’re pretty sure you can spot a greenhouse in the backyard.
As soon as the car is stopped two men appear on either side of it, opening the doors for Steve and Bucky and letting them step out. A woman - the same redhead from earlier - comes up to your door and opens it, reaching out her hand and guiding you out.
“I’m Natasha,” She says with a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“What do you mean ‘finally’?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, jumping slightly when an arm wraps around your waist.
“It’s nothing, beautiful.” When you look up at Bucky, you see him giving Natasha a look that you can tell is a silent demand to stop talking. Then, he turns to you, pulling you close to his side. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”
Despite a spark of uneasiness popping up, you walk with him, Steve appearing by your other side and taking your hand in his and once again threading your fingers together. He gives you a warm smile, squeezing your hand. “We’ll give you a tour later, for now, we just want you to relax.”
As you walk through the entrance, your eyes open even wider than before. Not only is the foyer huge, but the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling illuminates the area beautifully and your heels make clicking noises on the pristine tile floor. You let your eyes wander as you walk up the grand staircase, admiring the artwork on the walls while you’re led through a large living area and down a hallway to a door.
And when they open it, dear lord you just want to scream. It’s bigger than the one-bedroom apartment that you shared with John. There’s a huge canopy bed off to the left, a massive TV mounted on the opposite wall, and a reading nook against the floor-to-ceiling window with a long bookshelf on the wall next to it - ending a few feet from the bed. There’s plants hanging from the ceiling and potted ones in each corner of the room, and an open door off to the right gives you a peak at what must be the bathroom but resembles more of a spa.
It’s absolutely gorgeous and it makes you feel at home.
“How do you like it?” Steve asks, both men tugging and leading you further into the room when they notice you’ve frozen while taking everything in.
“I love it,” You say quickly, smiling at them as you walk towards the bed so you can run your fingers along the silk bed sheets. “It’s beautiful.”
“Good.” Bucky appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “You deserve beautiful things.”
Butterflies erupt in your stomach, warmth filling your body. These men are already showing you more affection than John had during your entire relationship, and it simultaneously hurts your heart that you stayed with an ungrateful and uncaring man for so long while also making you happy that you’ve fallen into the laps of men with high standards of how to treat a woman.
“We’ll let you rest up, now.” Steve comes up to you and works his arm between your back and Bucky’s body so he can hold your waist. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, bringing up his other hand to cradle your head so he can really breathe in your scent.
“Wait.”
Immediately Bucky and Steve pull away, and when you turn around and look up at them you can see the concern written on their face.
“This is my room?”
Bucky nods, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. Is it okay? We can redecorate if you want, just tell us what you like and we’ll do it.”
You shake your head, placing one hand on Bucky’s chest and the other on Steve’s.
“N-no. No, I love it. I just thought…” You trail off, biting your lip. You’re not too sure how to phrase your thoughts, but you try your hardest when the men continue to stare at you. “I guess I just thought you would want me to sleep in your room.”
Bucky sighs and pulls you close, placing one hand on the back of your head while Steve saddles up beside him to grasp your hip.
“While we would absolutely love having you in our bed,” Bucky stops to swipe his tongue along his bottom lip and you have to fight the urge to lean up on your toes to bite it. “We’re not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“We know this is a big adjustment,” Steve says, smiling down at you when you look at him. “So we don’t want to make you do something that would make you uncomfortable.”
The men go silent, as do you, allowing you to process their words. They’re right, of course. This is all so new for you, and even though you’re more than ready - you’ve been deprived of physical contact and a good orgasm for a while - you know it wouldn’t be a good decision to jump into a relationship like this so soon after leaving your ex.
Fuck good decisions.
“What if…” You trail off, biting your lip nervously. Deciding to be bold, you trail the hand on Bucky’s chest up until you can cup his cheek, smiling when he turns his head and kisses your palm.
“What if I do want to?” You glance over at Steve, batting your eyelashes and fighting the shiver that wants to run through your body when he groans, low and utterly sexy.
“And what exactly is it that you want?” Bucky asks, his voice dropping while moving his free hand to your back, slowly inching down until he can rest it on your ass, but not squeezing.
“I -“ Suddenly a whine is forced out of your mouth when Steve moves your hair and leans down so he can kiss and nibble at your neck. “Steve!”
Then, Bucky dips down while pulling your head closer to his so he can press a searing kiss on your lips, swallowing your moan as he squeezes and kneads your ass.
“Tell us what you want, kitten,” Steve murmurs, biting and sucking a dark bruise on your neck and laughing when you pull away from Bucky’s lips with a huff.
“I - fuck.” Your whining is bordering on desperation. The lack of physical and sexual contact for the last few months has finally caught up to you, and you’re about to cry with how needy you feel. “I want you to fuck me.”
Both men curse, Steve nodding but not removing his mouth from the column of your throat. And maybe if your head wasn’t already fogged over with desire you’d have heard Bucky’s muttered “finally.” As it is though, you don’t pay attention to anything other than their hands caressing and groping your body, the men working in tandem to strip you of your dress and lay you flat on your back in the middle of the bed.
Both men stand at the end of the bed, staring at you with dark lust in their eyes as Bucky palms his crotch. They stare for so long that you start to get self-conscious, wondering what they’re thinking. It was always quick with John, he never really focused on your pleasure but rather worried about getting himself off and asking with an infuriatingly smug grin if it was good. It never was, but you never told him that, you hate confrontation. So it’s a little unnerving to have sex be drawn out, to be the center of attention - and the attention coming from the two hottest men on the planet makes you squirm uncomfortably. You’re about to cover yourself with your arms when Bucky kneels on the bed and grabs one of your wrists, Steve appearing next to you so he can grab your other one.
“Don’t,” Bucky says hoarsely, a determined look in his eyes. “Don’t hide from us, kitten.”
An involuntary moan forces its way up your throat and out of your mouth, and you find yourself agreeing with a quick nod. “I-I’m sorry,” You whine, arching into Steve’s hand that has now found a home on your covered breast.
“Don’t be sorry, princess,” Steve murmurs trailing his hand from your breast to your neck, toying with the necklace John had given you on your sixth-month anniversary. You haven’t taken it off since, it felt like a mark of ownership. And at first, it felt good, you loved knowing you were John’s girl. However, as the relationship progressed and worsened with every day, it felt more like a chain, weighing you down and forcing you to stay tethered to him. Yes, it had occurred to you to take it off a few times, but you weren’t ready for it to end. Even though it was an extremely toxic relationship, you had nowhere to go.
“Did he give you this?” Steve asks, disdain clear in his voice. And when you nod, he hovers over you, smirking as he grips the necklace and pulls, the chain snapping in two as he flings it across the room. Ignoring your shocked gasp, Steve and Bucky lean back and get off the bed, resuming their earlier position near the end of it.
“She’s perfect, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs after a long moment of silence. Putting a hand on the back of his partner’s neck, he yanks him forward, pulling him into a downright filthy kiss that makes your legs immediately squeeze shut to relieve the growing ache in your core.
At your loud and needy whine, they pull away, both men working in sync to get undressed and hurry to lay on either side of you. Both of them have kept their boxers on, but the very large bulge straining against the fabric does absolutely nothing to hide their arousal.
“Are you sure you want this?” Bucky asks, and even though you can hear the desperation in his voice, you know deep in your bones that they would stop if you said no. And that just further cements your decision, you need them, you need to feel them and kiss them and have them worship you in ways John could never.
“I’m sure, Bucky.”
“Call me ‘Daddy’, princess,” He says, reaching up a hand and placing it on your throat. He doesn’t choke you, but the pressure lets you know that he wants to.
“I’m sure, Daddy.”
Bucky groans as though he’s been punched in the gut, and his hips jerk forward, rubbing his erection into your thigh. He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, momentarily distracting you from everything around you. That is until you feel a hand travel down your stomach, ignoring your underwear and slipping inside to quickly cup your wet and aching pussy.
Pulling away, you let out another gasp, your gaze immediately shooting to your left to see Steve’s very smug smirk.
“Feel good?” He asks as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving his middle finger up and down your slit until he finally pushes through, slipping the thick digit into your quivering hole all the way to the third knuckle.
“Oh God, yes! Yes, Steve.” He pulls his finger out momentarily, only to shove in two fingers - once again pushing in all the way.
“Sir,” Steve growls, leaning down to nibble at your ear. His gravely chuckle when you mumble, “Yes, sir,” sends tingles down your spine, and you’re near tears with how good but not enough his fingers feel.
“I-I need…” You trail off, whining pathetically when Steve removes his fingers again. You whine even louder when Steve pulls his hand out of your panties altogether, letting you see his fingers covered in your juices glinting in the moonlight. The sight doesn’t last long, because Bucky immediately dips down to suck on them, both men groaning in pleasure. The brunette doesn’t swallow though, he actually lets the fingers slip free from his mouth so he can capture his partner’s lips, letting Steve taste you too.
“Fuck,” You whimper, hands automatically tugging at both of their boxers in an attempt to move things along. “Please just fuck me already.”
They separate from each other, grinning wolfishly at each other for a moment before glancing down at your cute pout and pleading eyes.
“What’s the rush?” Steve asks, dipping down to give you a brief kiss. “We’ve got all night.”
Thankfully, though, they get with the program, maneuvering your body to their liking until your bra and panties are also discarded. And you’re about to undo the strap on your heels before Bucky grabs your ankle, shaking his head in disapproval.
“You’re keeping these on.” His command sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t even speak anymore with how turned on you are. Despite this, you somehow manage to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s good,” Steve says, moving to kneel on the bed next to your head while he palms his bulge with one hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers with the other. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” You say enthusiastically, nodding your head as best as you can. And due to Steve holding your head in place, you can’t see what Bucky is doing, but you feel your legs being pushed wide open as the bed dips between them.
“Good,” Steve mutters mostly to himself, giving you an unnervingly soft smile for the situation. “Now, Bucky’s been dying to taste you since he first laid eyes on you, so you’re going to let him worship your pussy while I fuck your mouth. Okay?”
If you weren’t already drunk with pleasure, this would’ve been the thing to send you under. His commanding tone and the heat of Bucky’s mouth so close to your dripping core already have you on edge, ready to snap at the slightest touch. And when you nod, Steve turns to his partner, nodding once and smirking when he dives in, parting your pussy lips and licking a long stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit, where he then sucks it into his mouth.
The borderline scream you emit is so loud you’d be surprised if anyone on this floor didn’t hear it, but it’s quickly muffled by Steve shoving his boxers down and easing his cock into your gaping mouth. Now, you’ve never really liked giving head - well, with John anyway. He was always too rough, and the fact that he never returned the favor made it seem more like a chore than anything.
But you could definitely get used to this. Steve’s girth stretches your lips wider than ever before, and even through the haze of pleasure, you can tell that he’s holding back, letting you get used to the stretch. It doesn’t take long, and a particularly rough nip to your clit has you sucking Steve’s cock further into your mouth, and the man curses above you.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Steve sighs, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly. When he finds little resistance, he pulls back and pushes in a little further, groaning deep in his chest when you bring up a hand to tug at his balls.
“Taste so fuckin’ good too, princess,” Bucky mumbles against your pussy, pulling away only briefly so he can easily slide two metal fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. It’s clear that his goal is to make you cum, and you’re not that far off. To be frank, your arousal has been building from the moment you met them, and they are not disappointing.
It only takes a few more thrusts of Bucky’s fingers and Steve’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat for you to cum - your cunt spasming and hips thrusting up into Bucky’s face as you chase your high. Soon enough, both men retreat from your body, giving you a short reprieve while they rid themselves of their underwear. Steve moves you so he can lay back against the headboard, adjusting your position so you can rest in between his legs with your back against his chest while Bucky hovers over you.
“Now, princess,” He murmurs, just loud enough for both of you to hear him, and taps your arm. “You’re going to hold onto Stevie while I ruin this pussy. Then, he’s goin’ to fuck my cum back into you.”
“Oh God yes, yes please, Daddy!” If your mind wasn’t deep in the pits of desire you’d probably be embarrassed by how needy you are, maybe even ashamed. Right now, though, you can’t imagine feeling anything but pure pleasure and happiness.
It all happens so fast, Steve grabbing the backs of your thighs so he can spread them wide and Bucky quickly following by pushing his cock - easily the longest you’ve ever taken - halfway into your cunt. He stops there for a moment, letting you get used to the sudden stretch before surprising you by pulling out until his tip is only poking in.
You’re frustrated, extremely so, and you’re pretty sure you’ll cry if he doesn’t fill you back up. And you’re about to start whining when the man above you thrusts forward, burying his cock so deep in your pussy that you swear you could feel him in your throat. Deep and guttural groans fill the air, a metal hand grasping your thigh and keeping it spread so Steve can wrap his arm around your midsection and hold you close while the pace quickly picks up.
And you’re in heaven, this must be heaven. Because in no other plane of existence would the two most handsome men in the world be touching and gripping you like you’re a priceless gem they’re afraid to lose. From behind you, Steve groans every time Bucky pushes into you, forcing you to shift in Steve’s lap and subconsciously grind into his throbbing erection.
“Fuck, kitten,” Bucky mutters, bracing one hand on the headboard and dropping your leg so he can grab your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look into his eyes - dark with a desire you’ve never known. But there’s something else there, something primal that no ordinary man could have, a sense of possessiveness and ownership that seeps out of his pores.
You can’t do anything except moan, your mouth parting wider to let out a scream when Bucky shifts slightly, thrusting and hitting that special spongey spot deep within you dead on.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she Stevie?”
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Steve says softly, running the hand he has on your stomach down to your pussy to rub at your hole, feeling where you and his partner are connected. “Always knew she would be.”
Thankfully for them, those words fly over your head. You’re already too fucked-out to think properly, do you even know what your name is?
When Steve swiftly moves his fingers to your clit, your answer is a confident no. All you can seem to focus on are these two men and the immense pleasure they’re giving you. And it takes only a few more thrusts for you to feel that coil in your tummy wind tighter and tighter.
“Is she gonna cum?” Steve asks cockily, noticing the way Bucky’s hips stutter and his brow furrows. Reaching up, Steve grabs the back of his partner’s neck and pulls him in for a rough and messy kiss - mainly tongue and teeth. When they pull away, Bucky is nearly breathless, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice when Steve tells him, “Make her. Come on, baby. Fucking fill her up so I can.”
Those words - coupled with the fingers rubbing your clit, the pressure on your neck, and the cock that’s currently rearranging your guts - make you cum harder than you’ve ever. It doesn’t even really feel like an orgasm, it’s better than that. Something squirts out of your pussy with every forward thrust, and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two buffest men to ever exist then you’d be positive you were floating off into the clouds.
Bucky follows soon after, a loud groan of your name filling the room before his hips are flush with yours. Vaguely, you can feel his seed filling your womb, coating your insides, and it takes a full minute for Bucky’s breathing to even out. When he finally regains his composure, he leans back, holding your hips steady and chuckling at the glazed look in your eyes.
“Ready for me to pull out, kitten?” The answer he gets is a mumbled and pitiful “no”, which he laughs at, affectionately patting your hip. “Sorry, princess, we have to let Stevie have his turn.”
With that, he nods to Steve, who reaches over to the nightstand and procures a phone, handing it to Bucky. Bucky places his metal hand on the inside of your right thigh, holding it in place while he goes to the camera app on his phone.
“Okay, princess, gonna pull out now.” With his phone aimed at your hips, he slowly pulls out, hissing quietly but not stopping until his cock finally slips free. He moans softly, and when you finally manage to lift your head enough to see what he’s doing you see the phone leaning closer, capturing the no doubt obscene view of his cum dripping out of your hole. Bucky takes a few pictures and then tosses the phone back to Steve, who places it back on the nightstand.
The men shift, maneuvering your limp body until you’re laying flat on your back with Steve kneeling on the bed between your legs while Bucky stands off to the side, gripping his still-hard cock.
“Alright, beautiful,” Steve says, adjusting a pillow underneath your hips. “You ready for me?”
It takes a second to process his words, but when you do you nod your head as fast as you can, nearly giving you whiplash. You don’t care though, all you care about is the delicious stretch in your core as Steve pushes in slowly.
“Fuck, kitten,” Steve growls, stopping when his crotch is flush against yours with his pubic bone pressing against your clit. He grinds his hips against yours, the stimulation to your clit making you whine loudly.
Steve is drastically different from Bucky, he fucks you slow and sweet, though no less forceful, reaching deep in your pussy until you can barely gasp for air. When your head lolls to the side, you see Bucky stroking his cock in time with Steve’s thrusts, and, without thinking, you reach for him, beckoning him forward until he’s close enough that you can wrap your hand around it. Both men moan, and Bucky brings up his flesh hand and cups one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing over your nipple, pinching and twisting just right so it’s bordering on a delicious kind of pain.
Then, a loud smack rings through the air, Steve’s hips jerking forward almost immediately after.
“Pick it up, babe,” Bucky says with a smirk, chuckling at Steve’s agitated look, but he does so nonetheless.
Steve starts fucking you with intent, slamming into you at a borderline inhuman speed - and you don’t know how it’s possible but the orgasm building in your core seems to be more intense than the last. And after a few more thrusts, you’re plunged into the dark abyss of pleasure - mind going blank as a loud sob rips through your throat.
It’s an indeterminate amount of time later when you regain consciousness, and this time you don’t recognize the room you’re in. It takes a few moments for you to shake the fogginess out of your mind enough to notice that you’re alone in the large bed, and when you raise your head to look around the room you can’t see Bucky or Steve. But the pictures of the two of them and friends scattered throughout the space show you that this is their room.
“Bucky?” You call softly, your eyebrows furrowing when you hear no reply. Stretching your arms above your head, you force yourself out of bed - noticing that you’re now covered with a large shirt that smells a lot like Steve’s cologne. You go into the bathroom to find it empty, then wander to the large walk-in closet - again, empty.
Where are they?
“Steve?” You say a little louder, tentatively opening the bedroom door and peeking out, finding the hallway empty and quiet. There’s a spark of uneasiness that ignites in your stomach, though you try to stomp it out by reasoning with yourself - they’re busy men, after all.
When you look to your right, you see a set of double doors at the end of the long hallway, and something in you tells you to check there. As you walk down to the doors, more uneasiness pops up, it just feels a little too quiet. But the closer you get you can start to hear whispers, and they become more prominent when you stop right outside the doors. Bits and pieces of conversation flow through the wood.
“I want him gone within the hour.”
“Off the bridge.”
“They won’t find him.”
But one line hits you differently.
“Don’t let her find out.”
Your curiosity is extremely peaked, and it takes all of your willpower to bring your hand up to knock. You feel a little like you’re intruding, but you’re too confused to not impose.
The door opens a few moments later, though it’s only cracked halfway, and Steve appears in the doorframe.
“Hello, beautiful,” He says sweetly, reaching out a hand to hold your hip. “Why don’t you go back do bed, hm? I’ll be right there.”
“But, Buck-”
“Is just dealing with a few things. We had to deal with a business related issue, but he’ll join us when he’s done.” Steve is calm, and the soft look in his eyes is enough to quell any anxiety you were feeling. You’re not sure how he’s able to do it, but he’s mesmerizing, already able to manipulate you to his liking.
You’re sure it’s supposed to be frightening, but you can’t find it in you to care. Unlike John, you know with an enormous amount of certainty that they would never harm you, they’ll protect you.
What you don’t know is just how far they’ll go to protect you - to save you from deadbeat men who are too selfish to not recognize a treasure when he has one. And men that are too stupid to know when he’s being lied to. You don’t need to know that, though.
So, with a smile and a kiss, he sends you on your way, only retreating back into the room when you go in theirs.
“That was close,” Bucky says as he hangs up the phone, putting it back in his pocket.
“It’s okay, she doesn’t know.” Steve turns to his partner, both of them wearing matching smirks. “And she never will.”
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You've Been Here All Along?! Soulmate AU (Stucky x Avenger!Reader)
in response to @mrs-rogers-barnes-writes:
"How about a Stucky x Reader where they meet their soulmate? They think she's back in the 40s only to find her sitting having breakfast with Nat and Clint one day."
a/n: i really liked this prompt. :3 if u have a prompt idea, send it in my ask box !
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Steve and Bucky had come to terms with a sad fact for a long time. They had each other, and yes, they were soulmates, but the mark on their arm indicated there was clearly another in the solution. They knew the likely scenario: there was some poor soul, wandering around in the 1940s, looking for two soulmates they’d never meet.
They were happy together, but in a world where you need your soulmate, they felt a huge piece of their life was missing.
That was until there was a new recruit at the Avengers compound.
They’d been on a mission, coming back to the compound just to give report. When Bucky complained about being hungry, Steve dragged him to the communal kitchen.
There, you sat, with Clint and Natasha, going over how training went. You were wearing your usual workout outfit–a sports bra and leggings.
Bucky noticed you almost instantly, your hair cascading down from a loose ponytail and your smile wide as you joked about with Clint and Natasha. He almost didn’t notice, in fact he was so struck by your appearance that he probably wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for Steve pointing it out.
“Buck-” he sounded breathless. “She has our mark.”
At the sound of noise the conversation between you, Natasha, and Clint stopped. You turned your attention to the two men and smiled wide.
“Hi!” You interrupted the silence. “I’m the new recruit.”
You got up to shake their hands but the two men just stood in awe.
At their lack of response, you turned around to give Clint and Natasha wide eyes, but they had knowing smiles that almost pissed you off. What was going on?
“I’m sorry-” Steve said. “It’s just, that mark.”
He pointed at your shoulder and you sighed, having lost hope a while ago you’d ever find your soulmates. “What about it?”
Bucky lifted his sleeve, and Steve did as well.
You raised your hands to your mouth to cover the gasp that escaped your mouth.
“Yay!! Happy ending!” Clint announced, and Natasha gave him a rough shove.
Before any of you (besides Natasha) could acknowledge Clint, Steve and Bucky had you enveloped in a large hug, picking you up off the ground as you spun around.
“We never thought we’d find you.” Steve admitted when they put you down.
He gently caressed your face as Bucky kissed your hand.
“I’m here.” You whispered in shock.
The three of you drove home together, immediately ready to have a date night in and share everything about one another. As Steve drove the car, Bucky sat with you in the back seat, an arm around your shoulder as he played with your hair lightly.
You had no idea having soulmates could be this great.
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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 2
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Chapter Warning: Premature labour mentioned, mention of miscarriage
Chapter Summary: The reader and Ryan arrive and the fluttering in readers chest is nothing right? RIGHT???
Your ass was well and truly numb, and Ryan had possibly napped more than he ever had. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat. Passenger Princess.
Ryan had come into your life at a time you needed him most. You'd left home, quickly after your soul letters had appeared. They weren't your standard letters though. You had two lots of letters on your wrist and to say your family was shocked was an understatement.
Your Dad had immediately branded you a whore and made it clear you weren't welcome in the house anymore. Your siblings, all older and already with homes of their own, either shrugged or pointed out it WAS his house.
A very emotional phone call between you and an old school friend, had led you to pack a case and grab your passport. Days later you were in Spain working the season at a fancy hotel.
You and Ryan had started on the same day. Both of you escaping home. You for apparently being a whore and him for being gay. You were allocated a small one bed apartment to share and a friendship was formed. After an issue with accommodation, and more people joining the season, you were joined by Annemarie, Darcy and Wanda. The snap of being soul friends happened the moment they stepped into the apartment.
Over the next few weeks you would all begin to come back together, as Annemarie welcomed her baby. It was sooner than it should be and the knots in your stomach had meant you'd not ate all day. You were probably the most worried you'd ever been. You didn't want her to go through what you had. She was much further along in her pregnancy and it would make it hundreds time worse.
Your baby, a boy you'd thought, would have been..............STOP. Stop it right now, you told yourself as the lump formed in your throat and a tear ran down your face.
You spotted a sign for Brook Town and placed your hand on Ryan's leg and tapped lightly.
"Ry, Ry, Ryyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
"Urghhhhhhhhhhhh, this better be good"
"Were almost there."
"Oh. Babe did we even stop?"
You shook your head.
"Y/N! You should have taken a break!"
"It's fine. I just want to get there. I don't want her to be on her own."
Ryan's heart sinks when he realises. This isn't just about getting to your best friend quickly, it's that she has someone with her.
"Babe, she's not on her own. Daniel is there."
"I know, I know. You know what I mean." she reply glancing over at him, and he knows immediately what you mean. He still thinks of you in that hospital bed. How you looked so alone when he'd arrived, even when your Mum had decided to make an appearance.
He squeezed your arm and leaned over planting a kiss on your cheek.
"I know, I know."
"She only has him right now."
"I know and he probably needs us too. His family are still on vacation right?"
"I think so." you replied as you're mind started to wander again, Ryan squeezed your arm again. You smiled at him and pushed your intrusive thoughts back.
"So the pie shop and then the hospital right?"
"Yep" Ryan replied, pointing to the row of stores as you approached it "it's the second one along."
You parked immediately in front of the store, the evening setting in meaning it was a quiet time for shoppers. The store was open for another fifteen minutes but that didn't stop Ryan rushing in.
"I'll go in, you take a break, hopefully they haven't sold the pregnant lady's pie."
You snorted with laughter as he dashed in, deciding stretching your legs was a good idea. Your legs cramped up as you tried and you groaned loudly as you got out.
"Fuck me."
You heard a snort of laughter and looked around to find a set of piercing blue grey eyes looking at you. And there it was the fluttering in your chest.
#avengers au#steve rogers#bucky barnes#avengers#avengers biker au#biker au#marvel au#marvel fanfiction#steve rodgers x reader#bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#soulmates#soulmate au
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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 10
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Reader and Castle's pack head towards the fight.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past violence and torture. Talk of the witch wound.
The witch trials were a lonely time for witches. A time of little trust, of exposure and betrayal. A friend could turn on you in a heartbeat. Mates would deny their connection to their witch partners, to protect themselves, their children and reputations.
The torture, treatment and loss of thousands of witches, continued to ripple into the generations, the witch wound a tear in every witch’s soul.
“The witch wound will always be in every single one of us,” Fiona had told you “it’s a dark mark in our history but it’s also something that we live with, which we fight with, every single day. It binds up together. Think of it as a string, that connects us all.”
You weren’t a fan of Fiona’s history lessons but she was adamant that it was part of your training, to give you a better understanding of powers and what it meant to be a witch. Combining every single thing you knew and your powers, would make you stronger. Agatha knew everything and anything there was to know about witches, the history and everything in-between, so you needed to too.
“You can’t let her or her sidekicks get the upper hand because you’re being a stubborn smartass and she can see a weak spot.”
Now, as you sat in the back of one of Castle’s ex-military trucks, Billy and Elektra across from you, you pulled on the wound. Your back upright and straight, with your palms open and facing upwards, you whispered to yourself, a mix of light language, Latin and English intertwined. Your strength growing from the pulling of the wound and the pull of your ancestors.
You tensed suddenly, sensing Agatha the close you got, and Billy went to learn forward to touch you but was stopped abruptly as Elecktra grabbed his arm. He went to speak but she was quick to mind link to him.
“Don’t.”
“But…”
“She’s preparing for the fight Russo. You’ve seen witches do this plenty of times in the field.”
“They weren’t her.”
You stopped their conversation as your voice broke through the silence.
“Agatha is the only witch there but she has fresh powers.”
“What do you mean Princess?” Billy asked.
“She’s killed another witch recently, very recently and took their powers.”
Frank shook his head. This should never have happened. The authorities, the powers that be will never learn their lesson and when it came to witches, they would never learn unless they listened to the W.A.C.
“Anything else?” Elektra asked. Billy’s head snapped to look at Elektra.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to mind link.
“She’s stronger than you think Russo.”
“Baby?” Frank asked.
“She’s pissed off. Annoyed. She’s being thrown off by the shield and the locals using the oils and salt.”
You pulled again on the wound and you jolted as you felt a pull back. A wave of familiarity waved through you. Thoughts of Fiona, Cordelia and Maddison filled the back of your subconscious, they were quickly pushed to the side as Jean, Storm and the witches of the X-Pack pushed through. You felt another stronger pull on the wound.
You allowed yourself to open up more and felt a flurry of heat rush up your body. You ears became muffled like you were underwater and then you felt it, like the snapping of an elastic band into your chest and a rush of energy, strength and power and then her. Agatha.
You could see her. She couldn’t see you but you could see her and the Hydra goons that were with her. You could hear the whimpers of the injured security guards in the box, now safe behind your shield, and the yells of the rogues telling Agatha to break it down. You smirked and flickered your fingers to make it jump with static, Agatha’s eyes growing wider.
You heard a faint voice. Luke.
“ETA two minutes.”
You stayed in your trance, watching Agatha and the Hydra agents. The latter pulling what appeared to be hostages from a van. Frank kept his eyes on the road as much as possible, scanning the surrounding area, glancing back at you when the chance arose.
Your voice was strong but quiet.
“I see her.”
Four sets of eyes went wide and you reached out your hands. One towards Billy and Elektra, and the other towards Frank. You connected with them and let them see what you could, as the Hydra morons spread out, Agatha looked around frantically. Nobody, no witch, had ever kept her out of anywhere. Apart from one. The one that had stopped her getting into the town where those coven school witches were hiding.
You felt the pull of your sister witches again and quickly released hands with the others. A rush through you brought messages.
“End this.”
“Never take your eyes of her.”
“Remember everything, every I taught you, every single part.”
And then a final message from Maddison.
“Snap that bitch.”
A rush through your body caused you to gasp, as the truck came to a halt, Frank’s orders of positions coming through.
“On my mark.”
Elektra and Billy pulled out their guns and knocked off the safetys, their eyes never leaving you.
“Rarity? You good?”
Your eyes snapped open and you smirked. Billy felt like he’d been punched in the chest. You were more beautiful he had ever seen you. Your eyes had turned gold when you started the shield, but now they were brighter, and your skin and hair seemed to be glowing.
The smirk though, the smirk was nearly unnerving. You were beautiful and slightly terrifying all at the same time.
It was then they realised.
You weren’t a six at all. You were a seven. And you were ready to snap Agatha Harkness like she deserved.
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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance Masterlist
Marvel AU
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Drabble - The start of an unusual friendship (a further look at the friendship between Frank, Billy and Y/N)
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Christmas As A Roamer - The First Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Second Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Third Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Fourth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Fifth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Sixth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Seventh Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Eighth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas
A V Day Dream
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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance Masterlist
Marvel AU
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Drabble - The start of an unusual friendship (a further look at the friendship between Frank, Billy and Y/N)
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Christmas As A Roamer - The First Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Second Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Third Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Fourth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Fifth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Sixth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Seventh Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Eighth Christmas
Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas
A V Day Dream
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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 4
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.
“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton
Chapter Summary: The reader has a surprise caller..................or two.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of past historic abuse.
There’s a distant voice in your head, stirring you from sleep. Somewhere between asleep and awake the voice seems to get louder and more panicked. It isn’t until you’re pulled against a warm chest and the whiff of expensive cologne spread up your nose that you fully wake up. You start to sob into the chest when you realise the voice is familiar.
Tony.
“Kid what happened?”
“I…..” and the crying continued.
“Shhhhhhhh it’s OK, we’ll figure it out, shhhhhhh.”
After ten minutes of Tony shushing and comforting you and crying all over him you’d started to calm down. A realisation washed over you as you realised Tony had got into your apartment.
“How’d you get in?”
“Sweetie, I made the security system remember?”
You pushed back off his chest and looked up at him.
“So you just let yourself in?”
“Oh hush” he replied pulling you back into his chest “I knew you were home and you weren’t answering and I could spell the blood.”
Tony wasn’t a dragon but his father was, meaning the acute sense of smell was passed on.
“Blood?”
“Your feet and legs sweetie.”
You looked down to see your legs and feet had a scattering of small cuts.
“For fuck sake.”
“You wanna tell me what happened?” asked Tony.
“Not really.”
“Can I say something?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing he’d say it whether you agreed or not. “Would it be so bad if you at least spoke to them?”
“Yes, it would be.”
“I don’t know what happened to you kid but”
“Don’t, you won’t get it.”
“Probably not, but you’re not the only one with asshole parents. Sure they weren’t violent but my dad could be a really piece of work. When it became clear at eighteen I was definitely like Mom, and not him, he didn’t speak to me for a year, cut my allowance and nearly didn’t pay for college.”
“Tony, I had to steal food as a kid, this isn’t the same.”
“Hang on, I’m not done, listen to my un-relatable, yet relatable story.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Listen, when i say he didn’t talk to me I mean he didn’t even acknowledge my presence. That Christmas he crossed his name out on the gift tags and instead he passed me an envelope. A cheque for a million dollars and permission for early access to my trust fund. There was a leaflet with it about forced transfer.”
You felt sick. Forced transfer was painful, invasive and inhumane but had been common practice twenty years ago and back. Your parents would have put you in for it if they could have afforded it.
“What happened?”
“Well mom’s DNA turned out to be the strongest and his old age dragon wasn’t as strong as he thought. It wasn’t until I met Barnes that I actually realised how big dragons were, which I know sounds ridiculous. Dad had been select in his friends and made sure they were a mix of types, dragons included but always smaller than him.”
“I’m so sorry Tony.”
“Don’t be. The blood test and Mom threatening to divorce him put a stop to it. I may not know your full story kid but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” you replied.
“That the asshole family had something to do with your lacking of wings and pointy ears.”
And with that the tears came again.
“They won’t want me Tony. They won’t want me when they know.”
“Doll?”
Fuck. Shit. Bucky was in your apartment.
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My Alpha
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Alpha Steve Rogers/Omega Female Reader
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“Alpha, alpha.....ALPHA!” Your grip on his golden locks of hair tighten, it has to hurt but Steve just growls in pleasure as his mouth keeps feasting on your slick covered pussy.
Your heat had hit a week early and it had sent your super-soldier into his rut early and now all he wanted to do, was eat you out until you cried and then fuck you until you passed out.
His hands keep your thighs spread for him, his hot tongue sweeping over your slick and your folds, your clit before plunging his tongue inside your pussy, your taste was like a drug, and his nonstop growling was proof of that.
The beard burn between your legs felt so good, you would be feeling that for weeks after. When his mouth trails from your pussy, over your stomach, over your breast, and finally over your mouth, his kiss drowns you in his scent, in his want.
His body cages you in as he lines himself up with your core and thrust into you deeply and roughly, wanting you to fucking feel it. You scream and claw at his back and he just bites over your neck and shoulders, your chin, anything he can get his mouth on.
“Mine, mine, MINE!” His voice drops to something more primal and your inner omega sobs at it, craving it.
Steve’s ruts were always intense in nature, his inner alpha was, almost scary in how much he had to have you, you know deep down he would never hurt you, really hurt you, but his inner alpha was....darker then your Stevie, he was much more primal and it had taken a long time for Steve to understand, you were not afraid and you wanted it.
It had been a lot of touch and go learning how come together like this, to get him to let go and know you would still be ok, even in his darker times such as this, you knew Steve would still never hurt you, his deep dark inner alpha would never allow it, just like Steve himself.
Sometimes, it feels like there are two of them during his rut, but you don’t care, in a way, there was two of you, yourself and then during your heat, your inner little omega who was much needier than you, who begged and pleaded, she was the light to his dark and it matched beautifully.
Truly, you didn’t find him dark, he was just more...intense, but Steve felt the word matched his inner self.
You didn’t care, either way, he was still yours and you were his.
“Yours, yours, yours alpha, my alpha.” You cry, wrapping yourself around him as much as you can with him over you like this.
His scent is drowning the room in crazed need and want, your scent fills his nose as he licks over the bond mark on your neck, “My omega.”
“My alpha.” You scream when his cock starts fucking you harder.
When his hands grip your hair where his forearms rest on either side of your head, you can’t look away as he ruts into you in such a feral way, “Give me pups omega-mine, give them to me.”
You sob and nod as you feel your orgasm coming yet again, “Want them alpha”
His tongue is in your mouth dominating you fully as he purrs in pleasure at your words. You whimper and whine into the kiss, his tongue sweeping over your teeth, the roof of your mouth....just everywhere, much like he is.
When he knots you, he keeps his lips pressed to you like this as he growls deep and low, your whine and moan when you follow after him is silenced with his lips and his scent just turns even more pleased.
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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need Masterlist
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Series Warning: Smut, angst, shitty family, past heartbreak, miscarriage, sad bucky
Part 1
Part 2
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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 1
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Chapter Warning: Premature labour mentioned, brief mention of sexual harassment in the workplace.
Chapter Summary: We meet our reader and one of her soul friends. Does she need a bat?
Message Received
Daniel
Are you on your way yet? I think she might be calmer if she knew you were at least on route.
Daniel, soulmate to one of your best friends, had woken you this morning with a frantic phone call. Annemarie, one of your soul friends was in labour, but it was too early for baby to make an appearance and you and your other best and soul friend, Ryan, were her other birthing partners and were now in a race to get there.
You were all in. You’d taken classes, baby first aid, read books and had your bag packed for weeks already just in case. You were going to be a godmother and this was serious shit. Ryan had watched most of the online labour classes from behind a pillow like he was watching a Blumhouse horror.
You sent a quick reply to Daniel.
I’m just waiting for Ry, I’m going to start beeping the horn in a minute.
Ryan often kept you waiting. Always a change of outfit or something he’d forgotten. He hated the impatient beeping.
You leaned your head back against the head rest and let out a yawn. Not the best start when you had a 6 hour drive ahead of you.
You were startled by the ringing of your phone coming through the hands free, Ryan calling displayed on the dashboard.
“Why are you calling me? Hurry up, Annemarie is freaking out that we aren’t on the way yet.”
“Start the car and get ready to floor it?”
“What? Why?”
Your attention was caught by a familiar figure entering the stairwell that you could see from where you were parked.
"Why are you running?"
“They wouldn’t let me leave!”
“What do you mean they wouldn’t let you leave? This was all agreed! You’re owed the time!”
“I know! But she’s not here!”
By she, Ryan meant his boss, Jo, who also happened to be your old boss. You’d both sweet talked her into letting him have the leave when the baby was on the way. Short notice leave was never agreed to but Ryan had gone in early and stayed late, covering for others and helping out as much as possible. Being the life and soul of the office and covering for others so they could leave for their kids or appointments meant his colleagues had also been ok with it too. You and Jo were good friends and had stayed in touch after you’d left. She’d been a huge support to you since your almost (it probably was) breakdown post breakup, so you’d thrown in some babysitting for her adorable twin boys and a deal was made. But Jo and her adorable kids, and her soulmate husband were currently sunning themselves somewhere exotic. That’s management earnings for you.
“Brian is pissed off, I may have told him to go fuck himself when he said he wouldn’t let me leave and he’d sack me if I did.”
It was then you spotted Brian at the top of the stairwell in pursuit or Ryan.
“He’s following you. I’m getting the bat.”
“Alright Harley Quinn calm the fuck down.”
“You’re the one who said he wouldn’t let you leave.”
“Yeah well he can go fuck himself.”
“Wait why do you have a box? Are you stealing? Am I an accessory? I’m getting the bat.”
“Just start the car!”
You started the car and put your seatbelt on. The fire exit flew open as Ryan dashed through it, jacket a mess, backpack half on and the box still in his arms, Brian and now a security guard on his heals.
Ryan practically threw himself into your car, partly falling onto you in the process.
“Go, go, go”
“Why do I feel like there’s more to this?”
“Go!!!”
You spotted Brian nearing the car and put your foot on the accelerator.
A mile down the road with Ryan still squished in the passenger seat you’d pulled over to sort out your chaotic friend. You placed the box in the backseat, along with his backpack, spotting he’d stole the office plant, as Ryan took off his jacket and stretched like a cat. You smirked at him.
“What?”
“What the fuck was that? And you stole the plant!”
“He’s an asshole!”
“Oh I know, my ass still lives in fear of his grabby hands!”
“Exactly!! I may have brought that up, along with a few other things.”
“So are you fired?”
“Possibly.”
You pulled him into a hug.
“Proud of you.”
He laughed into your shoulder. You were always proud of each other in weird ways.
“The ten years ago Ryan would never.”
“Well I learnt my dramatics from the best?”
You gasped in mock horror.
“Meeeeee, no you meant Darcy right? Or Wanda? It was Wanda, wasn’t it?”
“Really? Wanda is the least dramatic of us all!“
“She set fire to her ex boyfriend’s clothes and got us to dance round it in our underwear.”
“Oh I miss that little witch.”
“Speaking of the little witch. You’re on phone duty, get those two on a group call but call Annemarie first. She’s in a state and we need to move our arses. Then call the lady re the Airbnb.” You replied, moving back to the drivers seat.
Ryan slipped on his sunglasses and leaned against the car. You pressed the horn hard.
“Hey unemployed, get in the car!!”
He startled and got in.
“Asshole.”
“I learnt from the best” you said pulling on your own sunglasses and turning on the radio.
“I love it when you’re assertive!” He replied as you snorted with laughter.
You were half a mile down the road when Ryan spoke up again, as he looked for his phone.
“I wonder if we’ll see any hot bikers this time.”
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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 3
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.
“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton
Chapter Summary: This Zoom call could have been an email and the reader is starting to teeter.
If this Zoom call went on any longer you were going to take the pen you’d been twiddling in your fingers for the last half hour and gauge it into one of your eyes.
Dramatic but a Zoom call that could have been an email or voice-note was not what you wanted or needed this morning.
You continued to look out of the window again. The drizzle of the rain and wind a reflection of your mood. Probably too windy for dragons too.
Your laptop pinged with a WhatsApp message and you immediately regretted adding it to your desktop. There was a reason your phone was off. Luckily the others had seemed to have taken the hint. Your work acquaintances not so much.
Tyler
At least act interested
Did you mute yourself so we couldn’t hear you sighing, because we can still see your eyes rolling you know!!!
Shit she’s asking you a question!!!!
You tried to style out you jumping up in your seat and your eyes going wide as you scrambled to take yourself off mute.
“Sorry you broke up at the start?” you lied.
Amanda huffed, she knew you weren’t paying attention but let it slide. You were one of the best freelance editors she had. Your deadlines were always met, you were meticulous in your work and you could hold your own with the writers, even with some of the more arsehole creatures. The fact you weren’t paying attention was out of character. Glancing at the screen she knew the other two editors were on friendly terms with you and Tyler’s concerned face along with Marshall’s frown pushed her to break her usual ‘no casual chat’ protocol.
“Y/N? Is everything ok?”
You felt a lump form in your throat. Was it that obvious that something was wrong? That someone that barely knew you would ask if you were ok?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you alright? You don’t seem like your usually bright, sarcastic self.” She said lightly trying to make light of the situation, when in all honesty you looked like shit, and this book was awful. You’d usually have given opening notes on how bad it was but you’d barely said hello.
“I’m fine” you replied too quickly for any of their liking.
“Are you sure kid? You don’t look good.” Marshall replied.
Tyler put his head in his hands. Fuck you were 100% going to lose it now. Marshall might have been 10 years older than you but him calling you kid was something you hated, him pointing out the obvious of you looking like death warmed up was sure to make you snark back.
“I’m fine. What was the question?”
Tyler couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open in shock. Where was the snarky reply?
Amanda repeated the question a frown across her forehead.
“We were going over plot issues?”
“One sec I have a list” you’d replied, reading them out like a shopping list, no usual sarcastic notes to go with them. As you rounded up the end of your notes the funny anecdotes were back but the glint in your eye that usually came with them wasn’t.
“It’s basically like he’s watched a bunch of Walking Dead, 28 Days Later, a couple of low budget movies and pushed them together. How the virus started has changed three times and we’re a third in.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s pause on this, put in your invoices so far and make a start on the next project.”
The next thirty minutes was spending prepping for the next project. This time a military and spy type drama, which was almost entirely human based.
“So it’s a fantasy drama then?” Tyler had quipped.
“Just make a start please.” Amanda replied pleadingly.
“Y/N? You OK to lead this one?” Marshall asked. You were looking out the window again.
“Y/N?” Amanda asked.
“Sorry what?”
“Are you good to lead? And actually what’s so interesting on that side of the room?” Amanda asked.
“The window.” Tyler replied for you.
“What?”
“I’ve been to her apartment, it’s the window.”
“What? I’m not doing anything?!” you interrupted.
“I just asked if you were good to lead?” Marshall asked softly again.
Clearly you weren’t. Leading meant checking everyone’s work, being thorough and you couldn’t even pay attention on a zoom call.
“Actually no.”
There was a flurry of gasps and widening eyes.
“Y/n?”
“I don’t have any military background, and I’m not entirely human am I so, I don’t think I should lead this one. I should be last edit.”
Your laptop pinged again.
Tyler
What the fuck is going on?
You never take third!! You’re way too qualified for that.
Y/N what is going on?
You ignored it and looked back at the Zoom call. You were met with concerned faces. Amanda broke first.
“OK, why don’t we sleep on this and regroup tomorrow morning? But put in your invoices for the zombie trash.”
You nodded, trying to hold yourself together and left the call. You pushed down your emotions and pure exhaustion and decided going back to bed with a cup of tea and some chocolate was the answer. Yeah that was it, you were a bit hormonal and that was the problem. It had nothing to do with meeting one of your soulmates, your complete lack of self worth and the fact you were damaged, along with your ears now felt like they were on fire.
Yet none of that had stopped you looking out the window hoping to see Bucky again. It’s too wet and windy for dragons anyway.
As you pulled a mug from the drainer, your favourite mug no less, you caught it on the stack of plates, sending them towards the floor. Trying to catch them you caught the mug on the worktop and broke it in half.
It went downhill from there when you threw what was left of it on to the floor in your temper. This was quickly followed by you swiping all the other dishes off the drainer as a scream of frustration ripped from your throat. You burst into tears and slipped down on the floor and sobbed.
Your laptop pinged repeatedly. Messages and missed calls from your work colleagues.
Then Darcy.
Darcy Boo
Can you pick up please? Tyler called. He said you were out of it on the work call. Are you ok?
Please? I’m worried.
Bucky
Doll, is everything ok?
Precious, I’m going to need you to answer me.
I’m coming over there if you don’t reply.
Look, I know we aren’t bonded yet but I know something is off.
You have 5 minutes to reply or I’m coming over.
Answer me.
On the other side of the room, sitting on the floor among broken plates and mugs, your sobs slowed as you drifted off to sleep.
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