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hellsenthero · 5 months

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Stressed Out

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?

Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)

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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.

Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.

But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.

God help his partners.

God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.

"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"

A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."

Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."

"Steve, you need to take a break-"

"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"

"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.

"Fuck off!"

It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.

"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asked as he came to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.

"Ask Steven," you bit out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.

"Steve?" Bucky asked as he took a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.

Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"

Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”

“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.

“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”

“Fuck, Steve,”

“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”

“Then go find our girl and apologize.”

Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”

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You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.

“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”

Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”

Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”

Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”

Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”

It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.

Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”

Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”

“Yes,”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”

A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams: Part 3

The phone had nearly slipped from his hand when he had been pushed against the shelf by Steve, the two fit men hiding away in the back of the library, seeking out any of the darker rows of books stacked neatly.

They were trailing after your scent like little lovesick puppies, so driven to find every place you had liked to be or had frequented they had nearly caused one of the student librarians to topple the cart of books she was pushing around, and in doing so had earned the scorn of the head librarian.

Steve and Bucky had been told by one of their newest freshman players that you always tried to study at the same table in the library.

It was a table closer to the back than the front and had been placed near two windows that were adjacent to each other which provided natural light and warmth from the sun when it was at its peak, and the glow of the sunset when it was dusk.

The table itself was not overly sought after by most people who had come to study here, the table was closer to the back and had been quite the walk to the front desk, and the windows had let in too much light for someone who was hungover trying to do a crash course study session before classes.

For you, however, it was perfect.

“If we get kicked out, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Did you say kick or kiss?” Bucky grinned solicitously and jerked his head forward to peck Steve on the lips, startling the blonde and bringing him back to a defaulted position physically and mentally.

There was a moment of conjecture where Steve had blinked and blushed, pink dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he snapped his jaw closed and cleared his throat. His hands had loosened against Bucky’s shirt, and he had even begun smoothing down the soft cotton when both of the alphas had stilled.

“It’s-“ Bucky had inhaled deeply, his eyes closing momentarily when your scent had become the densest and most powerful, the soft mix of florals and sweetness made both of their mouths water.

It was the addictiveness of your scent and the powerful twist of their hindbrains that had automatically become attuned to you even after all the years that had passed between you three.

“Fuck,” Steve rest his forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and whined, the headiness of your scent was both exhilarating and debauching.

There was no end to how delirious you had made them, to how strong and innate their need to be around you and feel you were. You may not have felt the jarring surge of wanting and needing, and you may not have been aware of how potent and vivacious the connection still was between you three but they did.

Steve and Bucky knew, they felt it. Maybe you had closed yourself off to it, maybe you had denied yourself and your hindbrain, or perhaps you had shoved it so far down into yourself that you refuse to acknowledge it at all. But they knew, and they felt it.

“Are you kidding me?” You stood at the end of the aisle, a stack of books already in your arms that were threatening to topple over.

You had appeared comfortable wearing an oversized campus hoodie that was drenched in your scent, and a pair of dark leggings that were tucked into a pair of cheap dark suede boots. You had pulled your hair out of your face and secured it with a single black headband that was held into place with a few bobby pins and had completed your comfortable and cozy appearance with a pair of headphones that were draped through the front of your hoodie, almost as if they were strings.

“Hey,” Steve had huffed and let Bucky go, his cheeks still heated and pink from the blush that afflicted him, “how’s it going?”

“Hey, beanie!” Bucky’s chipper attitude had come as he squirmed out of Steve’s grip to lean against the bookshelf, one hand resting above his head on the shelf and the other on his hip. “Omega bean-“

“Do not call me that.” You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, your eyes darting between Steve and Bucky. “You didn’t have sex here, did you?”

“Not yet-“ Bucky chortled and then grunted when Steve smacked his chest with force, shooting his boyfriend and best friend a dirty look.

“We were hoping to talk to you.” Steve had drawn in a soft breath, attempting a subtle gulp of your scent as he craved and needed to let it fill your lungs.

“Talk to me?” You cautiously entered the aisle, taking a wide berth around them before you ultimately sidestepped the two alphas. “What could you possibly want to talk to me about?”

They watched as you scoured the section you were in for a certain book, your scent reeling as the lingering awkwardness and silence had grown headier. You had pursed your lips and shifted your weight from foot to foot, the stack of books in your arms getting heavier than expected, and with it, you had groaned and shifted them to your other arm.

“Do you want…help?”

“What?” You turned to look at them, a clear divide between how you felt and how you were projecting your feelings.

“Your books look heavy, do you want help?”

“Not to be rude, but what do you want?” You brushed their attempt to help off, denying them with a stark question.

You held their gazes until you couldn’t anymore, and had to look away. You had pressed your fingertips against the spine of a random book, almost as if you were going to pull it out but changed your mind. Rather than grab it you had mouthed the title with the flutter of your lips and the bashful bat of your eyelashes.

Both of which had made Steve and Bucky weak in the knees, it had rattled them to their core. The simple few actions had stirred innate desire that bubbled under their skin to afflict them with an intense need to feel you.

“It’s been a while.” Steve had looked at Bucky as if to beg him to help while the three of you took over this space. “Thought maybe we could talk.”

“What could you ever want to talk about? Football? Cheerleading? Barnes abnormally large head?”

“My head is not large,” Bucky gasped dramatically, resting a hand on his chest, “unless you’re talking about the other head.”

“Bucky!” Steve scolded him, reaching out to pinch his arm with a sharp hiss.

“I didn’t know the definition of microscopic now meant huge.” You dug at Bucky, firing a comment at him that had produced a playful laugh equivalent to water rolling off a duck’s back.

He was no more bothered by your comment than he was unamused.

“Omega Bean, I swear-“

“You two!” The librarian stepped around the corner and smacked her hand against the front of the shelf, drawing their attention away from you. She stood at the end of the row with a sour look on her face and a sneer tugged at her lips.

“I thought I told you to leave.” She raised an eyebrow, looking upon you with indignation.

“I’m not with them.” You denied knowing them, stepping away with a flourish of your bag, smacking it against Bucky’s side.

“Good conversation. Wish it was shorter.”

You think you have peace to work on your latest assignment, you think you can enjoy your spiced chai latte without interruption. You have hope that you can hash out the last few noted details that you wanted to add to your paper before you had gone back to your dorm to type it up.

It was all part of your process of studying and doing research, you would write down points and facts, referencing where you could find it if you had to go back, and then you would return to your dorm to put it all together.

Usually, you would remain unnoticed and unbothered, especially as new as you were to the university. Your hopes were dashed when you return to your favourite study desk after seeking out an additional book and found someone hanging around your desk.

“Hey girl!” She appeared to the left, the cheerleader that was hanging off Steve.

She stood to the left of your desk with a friendly smile on her face that matched her equally bright eyes and her tight ringlets pulled out of her face and secured with a silk pastel pink scrunchie that had only let a few loose pieces out of the hold.

The last time you saw her when she was hanging off of Steve, she was wearing a tight cheerleading skirt and matching crop top with pompoms. She had been sandwiched between Steve and Bucky, while Steve had his arm around her waist.

You were as remiss now as you were then, struck with a direct bolt of envy and jealousy that had sunk deep in your veins and boiled under your flesh. You had bit down on the inside of your cheek as she stood by you and the desk, waiting for you to say something.

You were damn jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.

“Can I sit here?” Instead of the pompoms and skirt, she’s wearing a pair of tight black leggings that were branded with the cheer team’s name down the side of her right thigh, and the symbol of the school set below the writing.

Keeping with her change from her cheerleading uniform, she had worn a royal purple hoodie with the name scrawled across the front. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“It’s fine.” Your reply is quiet and you watched her as she pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, scooting herself back toward the desk with a sprawling charm.

“Listen, about what you saw at the welcoming party-“ She cleared her throat and began the explanation you didn’t think you wanted, and you had reacted with a strengthened offence, preemptively cutting her off.

“I don’t care.” You spoke over her and bowed your head, furiously scrawling at the notepad in front of you. “I don’t care that they fuck around-“

Her laugh had made you take pause and you lifted your head to stare her down with pursed lips. There was a lingering question in your eyes and the halt that you had taken was only another catalyst to make her grin.

“Seems like you do.” She leaned forward and tapped her fingers against the back of your hand, her nails lightly pecking your flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’ve got a boyfriend and an alpha of my own. The other girls on the team…Steve and Bucky are protective of them.”

Silence had come between you, the obvious disconnect between her being interested in Steve and Bucky as alphas, and her description of them like brothers to the girls on the team seemed glaring.

And yet, you had seen from their instas that they had willingly and wantonly occasionally brought a thrift into their relationship. Were you supposed to ignore that for the sake of a triad that wasn’t even real?

“They’re like big brothers who hate how other boys look at us like we’re stupid and bubbly.” She rolled her eyes and tucked her hand under her chin, sighing heavily. “I’m studying engineering but all anyone sees is a perky little cheerleader-“

“I’m sorry.” You apologize to her, stumbling over your discerning thoughts about her, every speculation and judgement felt derogatory now. “I didn’t-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” She laughed under her breath and shrugged her shoulder, casting off the various doubts and speculations with a wave of her hand. “If I saw my boys hanging around other omegas without context-“

“They’re not….they’re not mine-“ You cut her off again, intending on setting the record straight immediately. You needed her to know that they weren’t yours, they had never really been yours. Everything that happened between you was a thing of the past.

“Are you sure?” She questioned you with a tug of her lips before they formed a half-smirk. “They’re pretty smitten about you.”

“What? No, they’re not.” You denied the claim with derision, dropping your pen onto your notepad with a subtle and muffled thud. “I don’t-“

“God, yeah! You’re all they can talk about since they saw you. Omega bean, that’s so cute! And you are cute! Look at you!” She’s so gleeful and bright, confident in everything she is and you’re struck again with envy.

It eats at your core and you find yourself furiously turning pages in your textbook for an excuse to keep your hands busy.

“Thank you?” You finally mumbled, raising your head just as she had started to push her chair back and stand, one hip cocked.

“Anyway, I gotta run to class but…” She had leaned forward and pushed a folded piece of paper your way, grinning before she stepped back.

“You seem like a really fun person and I know you’re new on campus so if you ever want to hang out, you have my number. Contrary to what some of the boys believe, we don’t sit around gossiping and doing nails. We do however play boozy Mario party and Mario Kart. The next game is Saturday night if you’re interested. My name is Rhys, by the way.”

“Umm…thanks…” you slid the paper toward you and studied the number but by the time you raised your head, she was gone.

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buckystevelove · 1 year

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Family Day Out

Family is everything

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

A/N: Sorry I have been so absent, my life has been so chaotic.

I will try to post more often.

Summary: This story is about a domestic and fluffy day in the life of the Rogers-Barnes family.

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You woke up to the sound of little footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You opened your eyes to see Aurora, your and Bucky's daughter, standing at the door with a wide grin on her face. "Good morning, mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.

"Good morning, sweetie," you said, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's time to wake up, silly!" Aurora giggled.

You chuckled and scooped her up into your arms, carrying her back to her bedroom. Bucky was already up, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, doll," he replied, grinning at you. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well, all things considered," you said, smiling at him. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Bucky took a sip of his coffee before replying. "I was thinking we could take the girls to the park. It's a nice day outside, and I know Aurora would love to play on the swings."

"That sounds like a great idea," you said, nodding in agreement.

Audrey, Steve's daughter, came bounding into the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing behind her. "Morning, guys!" she said, grinning at all of you.

"Good morning, Audrey," Bucky said, ruffling her hair.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Audrey asked, hopping up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

"We were thinking of taking you and Aurora to the park," you said, smiling at her.

"Yay!" Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I love going to the park!"

Bucky finished his coffee, and the four of you got ready to head out. Aurora put on her favorite dress, a blue and white sundress that twirled around her legs when she spun. Audrey opted for shorts and a t-shirt, and the two of them looked like polar opposites.

Once you arrived at the park, Bucky lifted Aurora onto the swings, pushing her gently back and forth. Audrey was already off exploring the playground, climbing up the slides and running around with the other kids.

You sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying the warm sunshine on your skin. "It's nice to just sit and relax for a bit," you said to Bucky.

"Yeah, it is," he said, watching Aurora swing higher and higher. "I love being able to do stuff like this with her. It's something I never thought I'd have."

"Well, now you do," you said, smiling at him. "And you're an amazing dad."

Bucky's cheeks turned a little pink, and he leaned over to give you a kiss. "Thanks, doll," he said, grinning at you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing on the swings, exploring the playground, and having a picnic lunch on a nearby blanket. As the sun began to set, you all headed back to the car, tired but happy.

As you drove home, Aurora and Audrey chatted excitedly about all the fun they'd had at the park. Bucky reached over and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"I love you too," you replied, smiling at him.

You all arrived back at the house, and the girls headed up to their bedrooms to get ready for bed. Bucky helped Aurora into her pajamas, while Steve did the same for Audrey. Once they were both tucked in, you and Bucky sat down on the couch, snuggled up together

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn- series masterlist

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

it all ends with a pinkie promise

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Unexpected help

Word count: 1152 words

Entire series Warnings: ptsd, panic attacks, angst, mentions of murder, abuse, break ins, blood, knife, flashbacks, trauma, manipulation etc. Reader gets insulted.

Chapter warnings: police, mentions of not being safe, staying at someone else's house, emergency services, bruising, house is trashed from violence etc.

Im being 100% serious if any of this is a trigger for you in any way dont read it, the warning is there for a reason, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

Edited to the best of my abilities

For any gender, and skincolor

written for reader who is over the age of 18 (not because of smut or anything but because its adults dating adults later on in the series)

Pt.1 series master.

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Tires screeching to a halt, kickstands set, Sam completely forgetting his key in the ignition, running off to where he can hear the shouting coming from, the ruckus of things being bashed against a wall, a slew of degrading, demeaning words spiraling around as though no one else is to exist in this moment, surely your ex could see the repercussions but alas its as though he’s in tunnel vision shrouded of red, caught red handed in this moment right here.

Sam had gotten from the shop to your apartment in less than ten minutes, having taken backroads, speeding well over the limit and blowing through a few stop signs; Sarah had told him about your past relationship with Alec after having to spend frequent nights with you to help with your ptsd and anxiety, he’d met you a few times and you seemed close to Sarah and her boys so when it came down to it a friend of his sisters is a friend of the family.

When he had met you he could see that just under the surface of your rose gold smile, framed of perfection was an agonizingly shaken mind, alert at all times but servicing the general public in ways you neglected to give yourself. No wonder Sarah loves you.

He couldn't imagine just how terrified of your ex you must be so when he’d gotten the call, getting to you was his only priority, misdemeanors can wait.

He didn't come alone; had the urgency not shown in his voice and his face Bucky and Steve would have thought it was just one of those moments where he had needed a break but it was far from that and they could see.

A look in his eyes only be explained when hydra came up in topic, this isn’t something he’s going to alone.

What you felt as seconds were in reality around five minutes, trembling, all your senses have clocked out for the count giving you the best possibility to not feel too much harm but when you realize the vibrations in the floor have stopped and all shadows threatening above you have disappeared you come back enough to open your eyes, in front of you lay Alec passed out cold on the ground, bloody and bruised.

Looking up in confusion to the doorway to find Sarah and Sam along with two other people you didn't know, one of them holding Alec down incase he wakes with the same savagery.

"Oh thank goodness you’re okay Hun, I’m so sorry for not answering your calls" she goes to rush forward to your side but you jolt back against the end of your bed, the blond man placing his hand on her shoulder stopping her.

He’s seen plenty of terrorized looks on peoples faces, and the one on yours was far beyond what he’s seen, it makes sense when Steve finally focuses in on the symbol upon the back of the vest on your unconscious attacker, mood edging with anguish he sees himself in you, he knows what hydra will put people through just to get what they want.

A few minutes of silence later and police finally show up, taking Alec into custody and getting everyone’s perspective, taking extra time and care to talk it over with you, documenting everything from start to finish that you can remember, with your permission they took pictures of property damages and physical bruises and lesions for evidence, asking if you need medical attention which you quickly declined and finally asked if you wanted to press charges which you agreed to immediately.

As you were being led out of your apartment to get a once-over by the medics your neighbor stepped out of her apartment, to check on you she watched as you all three men and Sarah plus a few police officers walk out and down to the parking lot.

It had been recommended that you stay somewhere else while damages like your front door get repaired or replaced.

Another fifteen minutes pass, getting your once-over and filling out a situation report yourself the police finally took Alec and left you to your own devices

"Can I take a moment and pack my overnight stuff alone?" The group agreed and you walked into your apartment grabbing the essentials, pajamas, spare clothes a hoodie, and your comfort item, taking in a moment to assess the damage and threat to your life he had left, stepping out past the officer who was going to stay around until maintenance fixed the main damages.

You had more than half your day left and there was no way you were going into town by yourself today so making a quick email, sending it to your boss and turning your phone completely off; you finally get back to the group where they're discussing arrangements.

"Its not safe for y/n at my place" Sarah states with urgency "Alec's friends know where I live, they've picked y/n up from my place in the past", "not to mention he’s part of hydra, they for sure wont hold back on y/n if they find out Alec is in prison so I’m gonna get me and the boys and go to my cousins"

Looking over at the two men who fair sympathy and kindness in their eyes, even than trusting a man is going to be difficult, as it has been for so long already it is far worse now, but there is nowhere to go but up from here, right, Sarah is there just a drive away if you need anything anyways.

Having dazed off you snap back to reality faced with the potential to accept their hand to their open home, nodding you pull the collar of your shirt, everything feels suffocating right now, Sarah knows them well and if she trusts them surely you can as well.

"Alright, well I’m Bucky and this is Steve if you have any questions for either of us don't be afraid to ask, we are an open book " both men smile, a gleam in Steve’s eyes, you can tell he has hope.

Sarah comes over while Sam gets on his bike to leave, "I’m just a call away, Steve and Bucky also have my number, you’re safe with us" she finally gets a chance to hug you for just a moment before turning "I’ve gotta go to work but please don’t worry about if your bothering anyone, I promise you could never be a bother" watching her walk away you turn to Steve and Bucky, "Sam is going to ride back to the shop and pickup the tow truck to pick up your car so we can get you new tires on it while Bucky drives back to the shop to open up for the day." Steve chimes giving Bucky a pat on the back, and sending him on his way following Sam.

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I cant tell if im delirious right now or not so i might just be tired

This is the last of the prewritten pards now i just have writing notes to start the next two chapters

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gxrlcinema · 2 years

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Ok one more cause I like to torture myself 🙃

dear maria, count me in | 🖋

stucky + "I'd do anything for you / kill anyone for you / So leave yourself intact / cause I won't be coming back" (wake up by coheed & cambria)

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anything for you

tw: depictions of injury, implied torture, vaguely implied homophobia

Bucky knew how this would play out as soon as the three of you woke up in the concrete room, with all of your respective hands chained behind your backs. He knew Steve would be all bravado and protecting the innocent, telling them to eat shit with only his winning all-American smile. He knew you’d be quiet, would keep the fear off your face but not quite manage to hide the tremor from your jaw.

He knew who’d taken you all and what they wanted. He knew they’d target you, the only one without a super serum. He knew it’d make him and Steve go crazy.

He knew it’d end like this.

“How far you’ve fallen in just a few years, Soldat,” the asshole who’d taken you all says.

He’s new; not one of the old handlers or agents from the HYDRA days, just some new prick who thinks he can take Bucky’s body and mind like a toddler grabbing a toy from someone else’s hands.

(Bucky thinks that’s the part that will kill him, sometimes. That they don’t even see it as taking his humanity anymore, just snatching Captain America’s favorite toy.)

“Once so strong you could take down the most powerful men in the world. Now, too weak to save your lover from me.”

The sicko takes your chin in between his grimy fingers, twisting your head so you’re looking at Bucky. There are tears in your eyes, blood on your arms and thighs. Your eyes are half open and still so full of terror that Bucky thinks it might kill him.

The chains around Steve’s wrists rattle. A distraction tactic. Bless Steve’s heart, he’s been trying that trick to get their attention away from you the whole time. He’s been beaten too, the evidence of a skull-shattering blow now barely a bruise on his temple.

Evil villain man smirks and stalks over to the former Captain America. “And your best friend too, Soldat. How could you just sit there and watch as your brother in arms is beaten?”

“Just to be clear,” Bucky spits, “he’s my lover too.”

Villain man seems to be genuinely taken aback. He looks down at Steve. Steve smiles, still just as charming as it was hours ago. Bucky tries not to wince at the blood on his teeth.

“Are you really going to let-” villain cuts another look at Steve “-both your lovers suffer, Soldat?”

And there it is. The offer of relative safety for the two most important people in Bucky’s life. In exchange for the most horrific, vile, humiliating things this guy wants out of Bucky.

“What’s your offer?” Bucky asks, just trying to get this over with. He resolutely ignores the stiffening of Steve’s posture, the sharp intake of your breath.

“You serve me as the Winter Soldier.” The man says. Well, at least he cuts to the chase. “I know the Wakandans have removed your override commands, but you can still give your service. In exchange, Captain Rogers and your lady friend are treated well and kept alive.”

“I have a name, asshole,” you mutter.

Steve thrashes against his chains. “Don’t do it Buck.”

“No deal,” Bucky says, sending you and Steve a quick “shut up” look. His gut swoops with guilt when the two of you sag with relief. “I give in, they both walk.”

Steve’s thrashing starts again. Your head snaps up, wide eyes trained on Bucky.

“Ah,” Villain sucks on his teeth, “I can not do that, Soldat. I need some sort of insurance that you won’t just run away. You understand, of course.”

A sarcastic smile stretches Bucky’s lips. “Of course.”

He takes a breath, looks at both his partners. They wear matching expressions of fear, of worry. He drops his head, shuts his eyes. Then snaps back up.

“Y/n walks. That’s non-negotiable.”

You shake your head, a faint whisper of “Bucky no” falling from your cracked lips.

“Steve-” Bucky looks over at his best friend, his first love. Steve thrashes against the chains again, cheeks already pink with rage and the pressure of oncoming tears. “Steve goes home, but with surveillance. That way you can be sure he’s not involving any former colleagues.”

Villain asshole actually strokes his chin at the thought. Jesus, Bucky’s about to be an indentured servant to a fuckin’ cartoon villain.

“And you?”

“Do anything you want.” Bucky notices, faintly, that his hands are shaking. “As long as they’re safe.”

Villain thinks on it for a moment while you and Steve desperately thrash against your chains.

“Deal,” he announces.

The chains around Bucky’s wrists release instantly.

“Come now, Soldat.”

Bucky stands and walks towards the door to the cell.

“Don’t do this Bucky, c’mon!” Steve’s face is wet and furious. That’s Bucky’s Steve - never knows when to stay down.

“Bucky we can find another way, okay. A couple bruises aren’t worth losing everything you’ve worked for!”

Bucky stops at your words. He walks over to you, gently cups your bruised cheek in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart. When are you gonna learn that I’d do anything for the two of you?”

Tears threaten his eyes but the last thing any of you need is him crying. He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before turning to Steve.

“Stay out of trouble, alright punk?”

Steve is still thrashing when Bucky kisses him on the forehead.

“Bucky, no! Stop! It doesn’t have to be like this, I- I can’t lose you again!” Steve yells as Bucky makes his way to the door.

He freezes, but doesn’t turn back.

“Soldat,” the asshole who’d kidnapped you says.

“Gotov vypolnit',” the Winter Soldier responds.

Ready to comply.

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delightfulmuffincashprune · 2 years

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What are some good cheating angst fics(Bucky and steve) to read that you will get heartbroken and cry till the end of your days.

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"My Girl"

Pairing: (tfatws)Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam took Bucky clubbing one day to ease Bucky's tension and bad temper then Bucky met you and since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he wanted you to be his girl.

Warnings: flufffffffff, smut, Sam & Bucky being sarcastic, alcohol, alcohol consumption, making out, nudity, dry humping, oral (f receiving), protected/unprotected sex, d in v sex, drunk friend, sergeant kink, Bucky being obsessive, lipstick stains and marks, cum eating, overstimulation, lots of fluff + smut.

This smut was somewhat inspired by the song Girl by The Internet (feat. KAYTRANADA)

AU/N: hey guys, I've been having the worst writer's block and I've been writing this piece for almost 3 months now. My job is taking all of my time and consuming my days that I barely have time to write so this is the reason why this piece might be a little longer (5.9K words) than my previous ones lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything.

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It was a somewhat normal Friday evening. Sam and Bucky just finished another successful mission in Europe, and they needed time to relax. Sam knew about that great club in New York and begged Bucky to come and blow off some steam. Eventually, Bucky agreed to drink, spend time with his best friend, and maybe see how people nowadays party. They entered the club and headed to the bar right away before the club owner himself came and greeted them and told them he had a private VIP table for them on the east side of the club. The two Avengers thanked him but wanted to have a few drinks at the bar first.

"Gosh, Steve would've hated this," Bucky shouted due to the loud music, feeling a little uncomfortable as he's not used to loud music, not used to people drinking and dancing around wildly like this, and also not used to crowded places like this. Sam laughed at his comment and gave him a glass of whiskey.

"Believe it or not, buddy. I brought Steve and Nat here a couple of times, and they didn't actually hate it. They were uncomfortable at first, yes. But after a few drinks, I kid you not, Steve almost went home with three blondies who promised to show him "how grateful they are for him saving the world" until Nat and I had to actually grab him by his shirt and drag him out of there." Sam chuckled while telling the story, and Bucky almost spat his drink out of his nose, laughing.

"Yeah Yeah. That does sound like Steve." Bucky kept chuckling as he swallowed the rest of his drink. He put the empty glass on the bar and asked the bartender for a refill. His eyes roamed the place, looking at the people on the dance floor, then his eyes landed on you.

You were dancing your heart out and wearing that new short, tight black dress that had no sleeves, feeling kind of tipsy from the three or four drinks you had. Your hair is all messed up from the heat of dancing, which made some of your baby hair stick to your forehead due to sweat. Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you; he didn't know why, but for him, you were so attractive, with that tight short dress hugging all of your curves perfectly, your hips and body swaying to the music, and your shiny, beautiful hair swaying and moving with your body too.

He kept staring at you, lost in your beauty until he felt a rough hand hitting his shoulder. "See something you like, Barnes?" Sam raised an eyebrow at him, following Bucky's intense gaze at you. "Go dance with her," Sam chuckled, pointing at you with his glass.

"No fucking way, Sam. I don't dance." Bucky took a deep breath and swallowed the refilled glass in just one sip. He put the glass again on the bar table and motioned for the bartender to refill it again. Somehow all that built-up and buried sexual energy in him started to resurface as he got reminded that the last time he had any sexual interaction with a woman was in the 1940s. He really needed to take it out of his system and ease that sexual tension inside of him. He knew that he had to do that one day or another. Hell, Sam even knew and noticed that too, as Bucky's anger issues and frustrations were getting out of hand and Sam had enough of this attitude. He thought that maybe with a few drinks and a nice night out, Bucky might be less tense. But when a pretty lady gets Bucky's attention and he starts to act all frustrated again, it all clicks for Sam now, as the reason behind Bucky's frustration is just built-up sexual energy. Poor Bucky hasn't gotten laid since the 40s; he must feel like a virgin now, Sam thought.

Bucky kept staring at you and the way your body moved to the music until he saw you moving toward him with one of your friends. You were headed towards the bar while laughing with your friend, and you moved and stood very close to him and shouted the names of some drinks for the bartender. He could smell you. You were sweaty as hell, but for him, you smelt so nice and sugary; your body and hair smelt like a mix of coconut and jasmine, and he loved it so much that his body stiffened and he stood straight, trying his hardest not to look at you and the way you kept scratching your scalp and flipping your hair from the heat you felt from dancing. You took out a scrunchie from your purse and tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, and he almost fell on his knees as he saw drops of sweat running down your neck. You were so hot and beautiful, he thought he'd lose his mind.

Sam was standing on the opposite side of Bucky and you, watching Bucky's reactions with a smirk. "Hey ladies, can we buy you some drinks?" Sam said this to you and your friend, startling you both out of your conversation. Your friend looked at him and Bucky and gasped loudly.

"Oh my god! You're the Avengers!" Your friend screamed, which made you get confused, and you looked carefully at Sam, then turned your head and found very hungry blue eyes looking back at you. Your mouth opened a little at the sight before you. You thought that this was literally the most beautiful and handsome man you'd ever seen in your whole life. You both kept holding that intense eye contact; you didn't realize you were so close to each other until your friend pushed your shoulder to grab your attention, and you almost fell on him. Bucky was quick, and he held you by your waist and helped you stand up straight, never breaking eye contact.

"Are you okay?" He said that as your heart kept beating so hard and loud, you were very nervous, as you had never had that much tension with anyone before—even your friend and Sam sensed it. You nodded your head at Bucky while smiling nervously, then tried to breathe normally as you felt like you were choking out of air. You also felt that strange sensation of tingling between your legs. You couldn't help it; as per lots of previous experiences, you were well aware that alcohol makes you horny. But alcohol plus the hottest man you've ever seen—that was too much for you, and you felt out of breath.

"Y-You don't need to buy us any drinks, we were actually getting those last drinks and leaving afterward," you said nervously to Sam as you held your friend's arm. You smiled with a nod at the bartender when she put the two drinks you ordered in front of you and your friend.

"What? Noooooo, Y/N, I wanna stay," your drunk friend whined. "You can do whatever you want to me, Mr. Falcon." Your friend flirted with Sam and touched his hand and squeezed it while winking at him, which made Sam blush and smirk at her.

"Oh, I think you had enough drinks already." You cringed at your friend, squeezed her shoulders, and pulled her away slowly to leave.

"At least, let us drive you home." Bucky's voice behind you said that, and your breath hitched. You were trying your hardest not to interact with this man because, you swear, you were so close to jumping on him and doing very unholy things to him.

"Y-You don't have to." Your voice was shaky, and you tried to keep your friend steady.

"But we want to. Please." He touched your arm softly, and you got goosebumps all over, feeling hotter, and that tingling feeling between your legs was more unbearable.

"Okay," that's all that you managed to say, as there's nothing on your mind now except for the various positions and ways he could fuck you with. Yes, you were that horny.

Sam got his wallet out and paid for his, Bucky's, and your drinks. You kept holding your friend, afraid she might trip and fall. Meanwhile, Bucky was walking beside you, guiding you to the main exit and shielding you from the crowd. He was very gentle and kind to you, and you just couldn't stop looking at his strong, veiny hands and imagining them wrapped around your neck.

By the time you got outside the club, Bucky had guided you and your almost knocked-out friend to the parking lot, where Sam was already waiting there next to the black SUV. Normally, you wouldn't ever consider going out or taking a ride with strange men you just met at the bar. This is a never-in-a-million-years action from you. But your cautious side left the room when you acknowledged that these are the actual Avengers and they couldn't ever hurt you. And if they did, you're going to make a hundred percent sure to sue their asses afterward. You smiled at yourself at that thought, and that caught Bucky's attention.

"What are you smiling at?" Bucky said to you as he smiled too. Your smile dropped immediately as he caught you off guard, and you felt so embarrassed. Of course, you're not going to tell him you were just thinking about suing him if he did something to you, and that made you smile. What the hell are you? A psycho?

"Ummm, nothing." You smiled awkwardly. "I am just a little drunk." And you awkwardly laughed. 'Gosh, can this get any weirder?' You thought to yourself.

"Are you okay?" He said this in a concerned tone while opening the doors of the backseat in the car and guiding you and your friend in. You nodded at him with a smile, sat your friend carefully in the backseat, and seated yourself next to her. Bucky got in the passenger seat while Sam started driving and pulling out of the parking spot.

"So, do you ladies have a place, or are we going to drive all night?" Sam said this in a sarcastic tone while opening the Google Maps app on his phone. He gave the phone to Bucky to start typing your addresses in the search bar.

You laughed at Sam's question. "Yeah, but Y/F/N lives closer, so can we drop her off first, Mr. Falcon? Shit. Sorry. I mean Sam." You cringed at yourself for calling Sam Mr. Falcon like your friend did. You don't know if it's because you feel awkward, or the tension between you and Bucky, or the four drinks you had earlier.

Sam and Bucky laughed softly at Sam's new nickname, and that made you feel more awkward, and that made you laugh nervously. Bucky noticed that and said, "That's okay. I call him sometimes "Daddy Falcon," just like those girls on Twitter, just to tease him."

"Hey man, what the hell? You promised you would not say that again. Why are you telling her, you freaky cyborg?" You laughed so hard at the way they speak to each other and their weird nicknames for each other.

"Wait, What? Cyborg? Is that your actual nickname?" You laughed at Bucky while your friend was napping silently with her head on your lap.

"No, actually Bucky is my nickname," he overstressed the word 'Bucky' while looking at Sam, giving him a death glare, which made you giggle more. "But Sam just loves giving me a hard time."

"What? Man, who's giving who a hard time with that "Daddy Falcon" bullshit? I ain't nobody's daddy." Sam said while focusing on the road. You can't stop giggling at this point.

"Whatever, Sam. I'm sorry, okay? Truce?" Bucky said to Sam, smiling and looking at you from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Fine," Sam said while still looking at the road ahead and rolling his eyes at Bucky.

"Shit, can I put the location on the map? because I think we're close to her apartment." You snapped out of your laughter and motioned with your hand for Bucky to give you the phone and type in the location. Bucky handed you the phone, and you started typing in your friend's apartment location, which was only five minutes away from your current location. You handed the phone back to Bucky, and he started directing Sam to the location. *

You made sure your friend was comfortable and sleeping well in her bed after you took her shoes off, tucked her under the blanket, turned off the light, and left. Buck and Sam were waiting for you downstairs outside the car. You walked toward them and smiled, saying, "I'm so sorry guys, we've been such a huge burden on you tonight. I really appreciate your help and kindness. Thank you."

They both smiled at you, saying stuff like "Don't mention it", "It's okay," and "We're happy to help." The three of you went into the car again, and Sam started driving to your house. The distance from your friend's apartment to yours was around fifteen minutes, so you started chatting with them and getting to know them better. You learned that they were staying here at the Avengers Tower and that Sam is not from around here usually, but Bucky is from Brooklyn. He kept telling you about his life back then, in the forties, and how he was adjusting to this new world. You and Sam joked a bit about Bucky's age, but he didn't mind it. He actually laughed at some of your jokes.

You were startled by the voice of the GPS lady saying, "You've arrived at your destination," and you felt upset for leaving them too soon. You exchanged numbers with Bucky and Sam and promised them to hang out with them soon and have brunch.

Out of politeness, you invited them over to your apartment for some coffee, and Sam agreed right away, while Bucky was just thinking about it. You were kind of surprised by his immediate agreement, which made you question if they had other intentions towards you. But you brushed these thoughts away when you saw that kind, loving, and gentle look in Bucky's eyes when he looked at you.

As soon as you got out of the car and were guiding them to your building's entrance door, Sam stopped in his tracks and exclaimed loudly, "Oh shit man, I forgot." You and Bucky stopped and looked at him, worried.

"I promised Sarah I'd call her tonight, and I completely forgot. Man, I hate when this happens. She must be worried, thinking something happened to me or else. I've got to go. Sorry, Y/N. It was very nice to meet you. We'll catch up soon, okay?" He gave you a small hug and pulled away. “Sorry, Buck, I've got to head home. You have Uber on your phone, right? Remember, I taught you how to use it." He smirked and winked at Bucky, who was, by the way, giving him the most deadly glare ever as he connected the dots and figured out Sam's plan to leave you and him alone. "You finish that cup of coffee first. I think you need to sober up a little." He gave Bucky a small hug too and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear, even though you tried eavesdropping. "Again, Y/N, very nice to meet you. See you later. Bye." He sprinted to his car, went in, and started to drive off.

"Okay, so I think it's just the two of us then." You smiled at Bucky and turned your head away from him to open the building's door with your keys. You guided him inside and went to your apartment, which was on the third floor. You opened the door to your apartment, invited him in, and apologized for the mess, which was not so messy, but you just felt awkward. Especially in the presence of him and the fact that both of you were finally alone in the privacy of your own house, which made the very unholy thoughts about him grow wilder.

You both took off your jackets and sat on the couch. You excused yourself to go make the coffee, but as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, you forgot that you ran out of coffee this morning and that you were supposed to go buy some the next morning. You cursed at yourself and felt so embarrassed. You went back into the living room and found him texting on his phone. Little did you know that he was texting Sam "very uncool" for what Sam did and for that lame excuse to leave you both alone.

When he noticed you were in the living room with empty hands and pouting lips, he asked if everything was okay. "I forgot I ran out of coffee this morning; I'm sorry." You pouted your lips and dropped your shoulders. He smiled at how cute you looked right now. "I have tea if you like." You smiled at him, and his gaze turned so softly toward you.

"Tea would be great. Thanks." He said it, smiling. You hopped on your feet, turned, and went to the kitchen, making tea for you and him. After six or seven minutes, you returned with two hot mugs of tea. You handed him his mug and sat next to him on the couch.

You started chatting and talking about everything and anything. Despite all the talking and chatting, without your awareness, you both started to get closer to each other. It was like your bodies were magnets for each other. The tension thickens, and both of you can't help but stare at each other's lips while talking, drinking tea, or doing anything else. You noticed that he licks his lips before saying anything, and he noticed how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on what he's saying or when you're staring at his lips.

After an hour or so of talking, you noticed that you were so close to him now that you could feel his hot breath on your face and how he was controlling all your senses now, with his hands touching your leg, his musky and minty scent surrounding you, and his blue eyes gazing softly at you. You were snapped back to reality when you became aware that you both hadn't said anything for the past ten minutes, and you even forgot who stopped talking first or who said the last word. You were just staring and looking at each other with very hungry eyes for one another.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered while looking at your lips with his lustful blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at what he said as you became too excited and became more aware of the wetness growing between your legs.

You nodded as you tried your hardest to hide your grin. "Words, Honey. I need to hear you." He said this while looking at your eyes, then moving his gaze to your lips again as he moved his hand up and held your chin up while moving his thumb on your lip, pulling the bottom lip down and freeing it from between your teeth. You didn't notice; you were biting your lips the whole time.

"Yes, please." You whispered, but it came out more as a whine. He smashed his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately and hungrily. He poked and licked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission, which you happily granted him, and you opened your mouth to him so he could devour you more with his kisses and tongue.

You were so lost in the moment and in him, and you kept tugging and pulling his shirt, asking and wanting more. He pushed you down on the couch with his body and laid on top of you, making out with you fiercely. Needing you more than you need him. You started lazily pulling his shirt up while bending and lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You felt his erection poking and rubbing your inner thighs, which made you moan into his mouth.

He pulled away and started taking his shirt off while you were lifting your short dress up to your hips and waist, exposing your black lace underpants. Suddenly, you felt like you were rushing into things, and the situation between you two escalated too quickly. You don't want him to have the wrong idea of you, just as you don't want this to be a one-night stand. You want more. You want him to be yours.

"I-I just want to say that I don't do this at all." You said this while panting from the heat of it all and from that passionate make-out you just had.

"Do what?" He frowned and was confused. He thought you were backing out, and he was just embarrassing himself by taking his shirt off, thinking there could be more to this.

"I don't take guys I meet in the club home and sleep with them; I don't do one-night stands." You helped yourself sit up with your elbows while he was sitting and straddling you.

"I don't do one-night stands either." He smiled at you and cupped your cheeks as he kept moving his thumb on your lips. "I just can't help myself around you and can't help how my body reacts to you. I never had this feeling or attraction to anyone before." He pushed you down and started kissing your exposed neck. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I've never seen such a beauty like yours before." He looked into your eyes while grinding his hardened length into your clothed core. You moaned slightly, which was an opportunity for him to bury his tongue in your mouth again.

"Can you be mine for tonight?" He groaned against your mouth while still grinding into you. "Can you be my girl for tonight?" He started leaving wet and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moving down to your chest.

"Yes, please, Bucky. I'm your girl." You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist again while your hands kept rubbing and playing with his hair.

You noticed the scars on his left shoulder near his metal arm, and you suddenly remembered who he really is and his dark past. You wanted to reassure him, so you started kissing the scars on his shoulder and paying more attention to them. "You are perfect, Bucky. So perfect, I could just eat you." You said this to him while grinning and tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could clearly see his gaze soften and his cheeks turn bright red as he chuckled shyly.

"Look who's talking." He smiled and started kissing you passionately again. "Can we take this to the bedroom, plum?" He kissed your cheek and kept moving down, kissing your neck and collarbone.

"I was about to tell you that. The condoms are in the bedroom, anyway." You said that out of breath. You felt his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his chest as he pulled you up in his arms and held you tight as he stood up, and you directed him to your bedroom while filling his neck with kisses and noticed the red marks of your ruined lipstick on him. You took a look at his face and found his mouth all smeared with red lipstick. You smiled at that sight. "This shade looks very flattering on you, Sergeant Barnes." You giggled and swiped your thumb on his lips while cupping his cheek in your palm as he was smiling like an idiot at you.

He turned on the light in your bedroom and threw you gently on the bed. He threw himself on you after taking off his dark pants, while you removed your ruined dress and threw it on the floor, leaving the two of you bare-chested. You kept making out more with him while he kept grinding his length on your clothed cunt and moaning in each other's mouths. "Can I?" he panted as he hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underpants, asking for permission to take them off.

"Yes, please." You breathed out and lifted your hips off the bed, making it easier for him to take them off. He removed it gently and threw it across the room. He placed both of his hands on your knees and opened your legs widely. He gasped a little at the picture in front of him—your soaking wet cunt bared to him as you're fully naked underneath him with your perfect-rounded breasts moving up and down because of your panting and your perked nipples being so tempting for him to just suckle on them all night long. His mouth was open, and his eyes were full of nothing but hunger and lust as if he were eating your body with his gaze.

"Fuck, you're perfect." His hands slipped so nicely and easily from your calf up to your hips, and he started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. "I want you to be my fucking girl forever." He started kissing your body all over. From your hips to your arms to your belly button to your breast, he kept sucking on your nipples for a little bit. All of that while his metal hand never left your cunt, as he kept rubbing it and toying with your sensitive clit with his fingers. "If you let me in, doll, I don't think I'd ever be able to leave." He looked into your eyes while saying that.

Seeing the look on his face and the way his eyes were lost in yours, you got the feeling that it wasn't just some dirty talk and that he actually meant it. "Then don't leave, sergeant. Make me yours." You pulled him in for a long, deep kiss that left you both out of breath. You gasped loudly as you felt his finger enter your hole suddenly and stretch your it.

He pushed another finger in and kept pumping them slowly inside of you, curving and scissoring them and stretching you.

You can't control your need for him and his throbbing cock inside of you, as you can already feel it nudging your inner thigh and feel the wetness caused by the precum. "Sergeant, please, I need you. Stop teasing." You whined and pushed your hips up a little, signaling to him how desperate and needy you are for him.

He chuckled and asked you about the location of the condoms, and you motioned to him their location in the drawer of your bedside table. He lifted his body from on top of you, took off his boxers, and went to the condom drawer. He took some, threw them on the bed next to you, took one in his teeth, unwrapped it, and put it on his cock.

You looked at the four or five extra condoms next to you and looked at him, confused, with an evil grin on your face. "Don't worry, plum. You're my girl now, remember? And tonight, I get to fuck my girl as much as I want. And I really want to keep you impaled on my cock all night long. Is that okay with you, doll?" He was massaging your inner thighs and mirroring your evil grin.

"Yes, sergeant. I'm all yours to fuck." You teased back and opened your legs more, giving him more access. He smirked at you and lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. He started to push in slowly while you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, which made him push half of his cock into you. You cried out at the burn and stretch of his cock, which you thought was carved by the gods because of how magnificent and big it is.

He pushed his cock into you until he bottomed out. You felt so full that if he switched the angle, he'd be able to touch your cervix with the head of his cock. He was that deep in your cunt. "You're so tight, doll. So perfect for me. Fuck, I won't last long." He groaned as he started moving and thrusting slowly. You just can't control your moans or cries at that moment, and you don't care. His name was falling out of your mouth like a prayer as he picked up the pace and started to thrust faster and deeper.

He lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. This new position made him go even deeper, and as you thought, his cock is hitting your cervix and that deep spot in you that makes you scream like a woman possessed. He hugged your legs with his left arm, and the other one was pressed against your lower stomach while his thumb was moving in circles on your swollen clit. You were so close, and your throat started to itch and soar from your uncontrollable screams and cries. You've never been fucked that good, you thought to yourself. He was hitting all the right spots, moving at the perfect pace, and just being irresistible enough to make you fall in love with him. He stole your breath away from that first glance at the bar, but now? Now he was fucking you like he knew you, your spots, and what you wanted and liked. It's like you were made for each other.

Your orgasm crashed into you suddenly, and by then you were just a whimpering mess. Bucky didn't stop and kept fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer and focusing on pleasuring you more. You were clenching around his cock like crazy, and he kept moaning and whimpering like a teenage boy losing his virginity for the first time. He snapped and emptied his load inside of you as his thrusts got sloppier. "Fuck, doll, I think the condom broke." He noticed that when he looked at where your bodies were connected and saw that big cut on the head of the condom. He chuckled softly and looked at you.

You pulled your legs down from their positions on his shoulder and lifted yourself up on your elbows to see how it broke. "What the hell? How did that happen?" You were panting, then you looked at him and chuckled at that dumb accident.

"I don't know. Maybe because of how hard and fast I was going and with your cunt choking my cock like a vase, I'd say I'm surprised it snapped like this instead of being taken off by the pressure." He giggled, moved his head down, and kissed you. "But don't worry doll. I got you." He pulled himself out of you and moved down your body until he was face-to-face with your swollen cunt. "I'll make sure you get all cleaned up." He said this before lapping and licking your mixed white liquid. Which didn't help your oversensitivity and made you get overstimulated quickly.

"God, Bucky, I'm going to cum again." You cried out, pulled on his hair, and pushed your hips up a bit, almost riding his face. He hummed and groaned while sucking your clit and shaking his head. That made you fall off the edge quicker and you came and gushed all over his face.

He didn't stop until he cleaned you up of everything, and you kept twitching and shaking from the overstimulation, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. After he fulfilled his promise and got you all cleaned up with his tongue, he pulled away and threw himself on the bed next to you after taking you in his arms first and hugging you closely. You lifted your leg over his and hugged him back. You both kept cuddling for a while in your bed, trying to catch your breath while looking at each other and smiling like stupid kids.

"Thank you." He said it softly and kissed your forehead. while stroking your arm gently.

"For what?" You smiled in confusion and looked deeply into his hazy blue eyes.

"I'll tell you later, but now my girl needs to rest for a while because I'm not done with her yet." He tickled you, and you both were laughing and enjoying each other's presence so much that you didn't want to leave each other for one second, and your hands couldn't get off one another.

Of course, the rest of the night you spent it talking and learning more about each other, and to take a break from all the talking and trauma dumping, you kept fucking like rabbits. You don't know how or when it happened, but you fell deeply in love with him and wanted him to actually be yours.

The next day, you woke up and found him making breakfast in your kitchen. You were so happy to find him discovering things in your kitchen and making food, and you wished silently to wake up every morning to this sight. Later, while you both were eating breakfast, he asked you out on a date and told you how much he liked you, enjoyed your company, and wanted to be your boyfriend. You agreed immediately and kept making out with him for the rest of the day until he had to leave because of an emergency meeting that occurred in the tower. You found it so hard to let him go and kept clinging to him, even when he was getting dressed, but he promised he'd come right back to you once he finished the meeting. You eventually agreed to let him go, and he told you he'd take you out for dinner tonight as your first official date. You gave him one last passionate kiss, and he left.

Later on, and after hundreds of dates and dating for almost a year now, he finally told you what he meant by thanking you after you both hooked up for the first time ever. He explained to you how this was his first time having sex since the forties, how he had that built-up sexual tension and frustration that almost made him lose his mind, and he started to feel insecure because of that, and how it all changed when he slept with you for the first time, and how you made it so easy for him and let him get back to his old self and feel like the old Bucky again, whom he thought was dead since that moment he fell off that train in Europe. Your relationship with Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to the two of you. You both changed each other, helped each other grow, and found out what being in love is actually like. He literally said "I love you" after the third week of being together and during a very hot love-making session, which was the best sex you've ever had in your life. Bucky was the best lover you could've asked for, and you were so grateful for him and for that night out with your friend in that Manhattan club that you were reluctant to go to in the first place. It was fate that brought you together.

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Wildest Dreams: Part 1

The box was set against the door, haphazardly knocked over without any real care. You had stopped before your dorm room and frowned, irritated by your packed items knocked over on the worn carpet hallway, knowing that you were only gone for a few minutes to talk to the RA.

At that time someone had knocked over the last box you had to take into your dorm room, and in the process of knocking over the box, had scattered some dirt from your plant onto the carpet.

You frowned and bent down to pick up your discarded belongings, setting them back up where they had belonged, and with as much dirt as you could manage to scoop back into the pot, you lifted the box from the floor and rest it upon your hip.

You balanced the last box while opening your door, scrambling to catch it before it toppled from your arms as the door, which had been sticky to open before, had all but flown open. Your first arrival at the university and your dorm had not gone like you had hoped, wracked with bad luck and irritations that made you wonder if transferring closer to home was a good idea. You were tired of having to travel back and forth for holidays, either by plane or bus.

The first year of travelling back home had been enough of a stressor for you and you were quickly over the long distance, after your transfer had been approved, you couldn’t have gotten out of the state fast enough. Now that you were closer to home, the travel distance was cut to a few mere hours instead of the egregious 10+ hours it had previously taken you.

With a huff, you set your box down on the mattress, fingers grazing the cardboard edge with every intention of unpacking the final bits of your university life, however, you were distracted by your phone vibrating on the desk in your room. You stepped away from your bed and grabbed your phone from the wood, swiping right to answer the call.

“Hi, mom.” You grabbed the chair out from under the desk and sat upon the cushion, pulling one leg up to your chest while the other stayed in place.

“Did you make it?” Your mom’s voice was echoing slightly through the speaker, her worry for you never ceasing, even if you were closer now than you had been the previous year.

“I told you I was, I had to go talk to the RA.” You rolled your eyes and switched your phone from one hand to the other and drummed your fingertips against the top of the desk, an anxious spike hitting you out of nowhere.

You had chewed the inside of your cheek while you listened to your mom speaking, knowing that she would ultimately end up back on the topic of who else had attended the university you were enrolled at. It was a topic you were not exactly overjoyed to talk about, not that you had any reason to be annoyed that you were at the same university.

The chances of you finding each other and being in each other’s circles were slim to none. They were endlessly devoted to their football team and each other, that was reason enough for you to avoid anything that could or would be a catalyst for you to find each other.

“Steve and Bucky will be excited to see you, they’re on the football team-“ Like clockwork, your mom’s ability to circle back to the topic of the two alphas you had known when you were in daycare was innate.

You stood from the desk and walked back toward the door, reaching for the brass handle and turning the knob. You opened the door and peered out into the hallway, for no other reason than to pace and keep yourself busy while your mom spoke.

“Mom, please.” You groan and attempt to shut the door behind you, the edge catching on the crumpled rug. “I haven’t seen them since I was like 5, what interest do I have in a couple of cocky meathead alphas?”

“You used to be close, Y/N. You used to be so close-“ She tried to reason with you, almost as if she was trying to influence you to go out of your way to find them on the vast campus instead of preparing yourself for your classes and settling in.

“-that you had to separate us so we could socialize properly. Trust me, mom, I’ve seen their Instagrams and they are nothing that I need.” You huff and land on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while holding the phone in your left hand, mindful of the box that’s taking up room near the edge of the mattress.

You had found their Instagrams unknowingly, unaware that it was even them until you had seen the two alphas wrapped up in each other at some bar. You had admired the artwork, the sketches that had been posted on Captain Turd’s Instagram page, completely unaware that it was Steve’s artwork.

And when it had come to Bucky’s insta, you had seen some of the scenic pictures he had taken of the field, it was admirable you admitted, oddly beautiful. Until you had seen the pictures of the cheerleaders they were hanging off of, and the claims that they enjoyed the taste of them as much as they enjoyed the taste of each other.

You had been turned off by the following that had offered themselves as the next flavour for them to enjoy.

It was your fault, their instas were suggested to you and you bit the bait. You had scrolled through them with unknowing admiration until you came to know who’s they were and what they liked.

You jumped to conclusions that were comfortable for you, irritating yet comfortable with the assumption they were fuckboys and meatheads, nothing was going to make you change your mind. You didn’t want to know more, not since you felt at odds with yourself over their Instagrams.

“Winnie and Sarah let them know you were coming to campus, I’m sure they’re eager to see you.” Your mom’s voice felt distant as if she was pulling away to take to a task.

You had hummed over what she said, confused because you didn’t think your mom had talked to their parents anymore, not since you had been pulled away from them while you were in daycare.

Your dad had gotten a job across the country, and your parents had only moved back when you graduated high school, and you had chosen to stay for university. It was your loneliness that made you want to return, it was the distance from your parents who had moved home, that made you want to transfer.

“I didn’t think you talked to them.” You aired your confusion, your eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t…you speak to them?”

“We live in the same town, Y/N. We’ve run into each other a few times. Winnie invited your dad and me over for dinner, you know it’s been a few years since George died.”

“I know,” you furrowed your brows and bit the inside of your cheek, “I watched the funeral online, we couldn’t make it.”

“And Sarah, she is part of this book club-“

“Mom, how much time do you spend with their parents?”

“We’re friends, Y/N. We’ve reconnected, would it kill you to do the same?” you could physically feel her sigh, it was as if you could feel the weight of her willingness to argue reaching through the phone.

“They’re as obsessed with football and cheerleaders as they are with each other. If they’re not doing one they’re doing the other.” You rolled your eyes discontent with the push for you to find them again, fuelled by your mom’s insistence to become friends with their moms.

“Y/N, don’t you want to see them? Your old daycare friends-“ She tried again, reiterating the fact that you three had been thick as thieves when you were younger, completely inseparable.

But that kind of distance had changed you, and it had likely changed them. The closeness that brought you together was detrimental to your social live’s and a separation had to happen. Now, you were grateful that you were separated. There was nothing that needed to be mended.

“Mom, I’ve changed. They’ve changed, it was a phase. Besides, I’m at university. I have other things to focus on.” You scouted a crack in the ceiling that you focused on while your mom spoke from the other side of the phone about how they were settling in and adjusting to their new place, and with their new old friends.

You were so focused on the call that you squeaked when you heard the sound of a fist pounding on the door, verbally and physically jumping out of fright. You hissed and sat up, dragging yourself to the edge of the bed, mindful of your box and the rest of your belongings.

You rose to your feet and descended from your bed, stumbling slightly over one of your books that you left laying on the floor, slowly opening the door to give whoever was on the other side hell.

Rather than seeing a person you saw a flier taped to the plain white door, held to the wood with a piece of sticky silver duct tape.

You stepped halfway out the door to read the paper, finding that it was an invitation to an introductory party that was going to be held on the football field, set up by the student union in partnership with the football team. You scoffed and ripped the paper from the door, crumbling it into as tight of a ball as you could manage before you threw it aside in the hallway.

“Promise you’ll give it some effort?” Your mom’s voice stirred you back into focus, though the prospect only seemed to annoy you further.

“Sure mom, I’ll do that.” You muttered under your breath, slamming the door shut. “Right after I land on mars.”

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buckystevelove · 1 year

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For the family is everything au, sweetheart is pregnant with the twins and just imagine how they would boy dot on her and take care of here, it might even start to drive her crazy?!? They’re both so overprotective and want to do anything t make her happy. Like she has a craving at 3 am and they’re like fighting to see who’s going to buy it?!? Just an idea

Double Trouble

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Family is everything

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You never thought you’d have to deal with two overprotective dads, but that’s exactly what you got when you became pregnant with twins. Steve and Bucky were both over the moon at the news, and since then, they’ve been fussing over you non-stop.

It was sweet at first. They would bring you breakfast in bed, rub your feet, and help you with anything you needed. But as the weeks went on, it started to get a little overwhelming. They would hover around you all the time, making sure you didn’t lift anything too heavy, constantly checking to see if you were okay.

You appreciated their concern, you really did. But sometimes it felt like they were treating you like a porcelain doll, like you might break at any moment. And that’s what brought you to this point, sitting on the couch with a pillow propped behind your back, watching as Steve and Bucky argued over who would go to the store to get you ice cream at 3am.

“I’ll go,” Bucky said, standing up from his chair. “You went last time.”

“Yeah, but I went the time before that,” Steve countered. “It’s your turn.”

You sighed and rubbed your belly, feeling the twins kicking inside. “Guys, it’s fine,” you said. “I don’t need anything right now. And even if I did, it’s not like I’m incapable of getting it myself.”

Steve and Bucky both turned to look at you, concern etched on their faces. “We just want to take care of you,” Steve said. “Make sure you’re happy and comfortable.”

“I know,” you said, smiling at them both. “And I appreciate it. But sometimes, it feels like you’re smothering me.”

Bucky sat back down on the couch next to you, taking your hand in his. “We don’t mean to,” he said. “We just love you and the babies so much.”

Steve nodded in agreement. “And we want to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

“I know,” you said, leaning your head against Bucky’s shoulder. “But I’m not helpless. I can take care of myself, and the babies.”

The two men looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Bucky spoke up. “We’ll try to back off a little,” he said. “But we can’t promise we won’t worry about you.”

You smiled, feeling grateful for their love and concern. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you said.

The rest of the night passed without incident, and as you settled into bed, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. It was reassuring to know that you had two doting fathers by your side, even if they could be a little overprotective at times.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for your growing family. But you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, with Steve and Bucky by your side.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

summary: the trio is separated. you as a nurse, bucky as a sergeant, and steve… well, you thought he’d stay home. guess not.

wordcount: 4.2k

warnings: violence, cussing, mentions of racism and sexism, bucky in catfa (help him pls), secondhand embarrassment from steve’s uso shows

a/n: ugh 😩 why are all of the movies from the captain america trilogy so unfairly good? but also someone pls give these super soldiers a hug they need it. ps, my requests are open!

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Two weeks was nowhere near long enough to soak up your remaining time with Steve and Bucky. You managed to squeeze in a few special occasions, including a trip to Coney Island, a baking spree that provided the blond enough food for months, and today, your last day, the World Exposition of Tomorrow.

You worriedly huffed as you and Bucky scanned the streets, eyes sharp as you searched for Steve. He had been at the movie theater, but a quick peek inside proved futile.

“Check the alley,” you grumbled, turning the corner to see a larger man knock your friend to the ground. Bucky rushed forward, grabbing the offender with a quick, “Hey!”

“Pick on someone your own size,” he spat, tossing him back closer to you. You watched with mild interest as the man tried to throw a punch, which was nimbly dodged before Bucky socked him in the jaw. As he reeled, the brunet turned to you. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Grinning and gathering up your skirt, you moved behind the jackass. “I thought you would never ask.” With a swift kick to his backside, the man stumbled off, physically and emotionally bruised.

Exchanging exasperated glances, the two of you went back for Steve.

“Sometimes I think you like getting punched,” Bucky sighed, helping the smaller man up. You crossed your arms.

Steve winced as he wiped his nose. “I had him on the ropes.” Scoffing, you kick the discarded enlistment form on the ground. He’d been illegally trying to enlist for weeks. “Sure you did. How many times is this?”

“Oh, you’re from Paramus now?” Ignoring your friend’s words, the blond wiped dirt from his hands. “You know it’s illegal to lie on an enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?”

Finally, Steve looked up, spotting Bucky in full uniform, ridiculous hat and all. “You get your orders?”

A moment of hesitation. The tension in his shoulders. For a moment, you thought Bucky might tell him the truth.

But then he bounced on the balls of his feet like he couldn’t wait to leave, gave him a cocky grin, and prattled off his title.

“The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England, first thing tomorrow.”

It physically pained you.

Steve nodded to you, silently asking the same question. “Same here,” you said. “Not going to the same camp, though.” You frowned a bit.

“I should be going,” he said decisively. With a chuckle, Bucky grabbed him by one shoulder as you kept pace on the other side.

“Come on, man. Our last night! We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He eyed the oversized jacket that was now smudged with dirt.

“Why? Where are we going?” You handed him the newspaper.

“The future.”

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“I don’t see what the problem is,” Bucky chuckled. “You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know there’s three and a half million women here?”

You laughed, bitterness laced in your tone. “Well, around half of them aren’t allowed into the fronts of restaurants, so good luck grabbing a date.” They both nodded, in sympathy and in agreement. They’d seen it happen to you multiple times, hell, Steve had tried to start up a fight with one waiter that wouldn’t even give you a coffee.

Turning his attention back to his surroundings, the blond sighed. “I’d settle for just one.”

“Well, good thing I took care of that,” Bucky said, waving over to two girls. Ah, of course. One waved back, excitedly rushing over with her friend to greet the new Sergeant.

“How’d you manage that?” you asked, not really wanting to say out loud that you were shocked he found Steve a date.

“I’m just that good, doll.” He winked at another passing girl, who practically swooned and waved to him.

You scoffed, lightly smacking him on the chest and taking Steve by the hand. “Hurry up, before Buck manages to leave a trail of broken hearts behind him and you have an asthma attack.”

“What’d you tell her about me?” Steve grumbled. Bucky declared a weak, “Only the good stuff,” before picking up his pace. You greeted the girls as introductions were exchanged, nudging the brunet lightly.

“Ouch,” you whispered. “No pretty dame for me?”

Bucky laughed under his breath. “Well, that wouldn’t be very proper, would it? Besides, it’s not like I’m this popular with the guys, otherwise I would’ve gotten you a date.”

Snorting, you glanced around before leaning in conspiratorially. “We both know you’re just as popular with the guys, Buck. Don’t sell yourself short.”

The girls ran ahead, eager to explore the science fair. As you three followed behind them, you spun around, dress swishing at your knees as you took in every invention on display. Even if Bucky was the nerd of your little trio, you could still appreciate good science.

However, when you turned back to smile at your best friends, the shorter one was gone.

“Oh my god. Bucky. Where’s Steve?” The brunet whipped to his side, his hat nearly flying off his head in the process. Another reminder that he was leaving soon.

“Holy shit. Steve?” he yelled, peering over the crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered. Before you could panic any further, the blond stepped out of the crowd, a pamphlet in hand. “Holy shit, Steve, you can’t run off like that!” you chided, checking him for any bruises.

“You know she’s right, punk,” Bucky added, frowning.

“Why do you two feel the need to chaperone me like I’m some kid?” Steve asked, eyeing you and Bucky as the bright lights of the different booths sent spots across his vision. You rolled your eyes, setting a hand on your hip.

“Because, Stevie,” you sighed, drawing out your words. “You have little-to-no survival instincts, and Sarah would smite us if we let you run around on your own.”

Squeezing through the crowd, you approached a stage. Howard Stark, famed engineer and inventor waltzed on, dramatically passing off his hat to a woman before sweeping her into a kiss. You raised a brow, but watched, intrigued, as he spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all?” The women onstage removed the wheels, revealing four machines in their place.

“With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” With a push of a lever, a low thrumming began, the bright-red car slowly lifting above the ground. It was like magic, complete with a golden glow surrounding the tech. However, just as it stabilized, it began to spark, crashing down as the crowd laughed.

Howard only grinned. “I did say a few years, didn’t I?” he quipped. You applauded, watching Bucky’s reactions. The man was more interested in the inventions than his date, or keeping an eye on Steve.

Just as you turned to look for the blond, you noticed he was gone. Again. Sighing, you nudged Bucky to knock him out of his stupor. “He’s gone again,” you sighed. With a simultaneous eye roll and a few apologies thrown to the girls, you both ran off, scanning the crowd for a small, thin man.

“God, it’s like he wants us to worry,” Bucky grumbled as he parted the crowd. You scoffed. “You tell me.” Pointing to yet another recruitment building, you began heading towards it. “I’ll bet he’s in here. Either here or getting beaten up again.”

A brief look around found Steve in front of a mirror designed to make the person looking in it look like a soldier. Steve’s face was sticking out of the character’s chest.

“Come on. You’re kind of missing the point of a double date. We’re taking the girls dancing,” Bucky said, lightly shoving your friend.

“You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you.” He seemed distracted.

You smiled knowingly, though a frown peeked through. “No you won’t, Steve.” The brunet was quick to join in.

“You’re really doing this again?”

“Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.”

“As who, Steve from Ohio? They’ll catch you-”

“Or worse, they’ll actually take you,” you cut in. “Steve, come on. You can’t keep doing this.”

He sighed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Look, I know you guys don’t think I can do this-”

Bucky snapped at him. “This isn’t a back alley, Steve. It’s war. Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.”

“What do you want me to do? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?” he snarked back.

“Yes!” you exclaimed in unison. You gave up as they continued to argue, mind falling back on the clock ticking down. There was a sick feeling settling in your chest. The combination of Bucky going overseas and having to leave Steve on his own had gnawed away at you over the past weeks, reducing your every waking thought to what could go wrong.

Steve could get sick. And if yours and Bucky’s money from the military wasn’t enough to cover medications or a hospital visit, he could die. Odds would be that the news wouldn’t reach either of you for weeks, if at all.

Bucky could die. Europe was at the front of the battle. Hitler’s forces made new strikes every day. So many men had already died.

You returned to the present as Steve voiced your thoughts. “There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.”

“But you got nothing to prove,” you said, pleading that he would understand your point. You were met with silence until a voice piped up from behind you.

“Hey, Sarge! Are we going dancing?” You smiled as the man in question turned around in a flourish.

“Yes, we are,” he said, as if it was a ridiculous question. “(Y/N)? Care to join us?”

Shaking your head, you declined the offer. “I’m beat. Gonna head home for now and get everything ready for tomorrow.”

He nodded, giving Steve one last glare. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I?” the blond asked. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“You’ve both got plenty of stupid to share,” you smiled, earning playful glares.

You three exchanged hugs, along with a few insults.

“You’re a punk.”

“Jerk.”

“Dumbasses.”

Bucky offered one last salute before running off to the girls. “You better not bring any dames back home, Barnes,” you called. “I need sleep!” He waved you off, taking their hands.

“You’re worried.” You glanced over to Steve, brows furrowed. “What?” you asked.

“You’re zoning out,” he hummed. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay safe.” With a hefty sigh, you hugged him again, muttering a, “you better.” before pulling away and beginning the walk home.

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You and Bucky were shipped off the next day, overseas and into the midst of war. And although you had to fight the higher-ups, you managed to keep your bow with you. They wouldn’t give you any arrows, though.

So you were stuck in the infirmaries, treating men that came back bloodied and beaten. Some were so far gone that no form of treatment or medicine could help them.

You watched young men, younger than you, die in your arms. But you wouldn’t cry. You wouldn’t let them know how poorly they were doing. The least you could do in their last moments was bring them comfort.

It only made you want to fight more. Once a week, you would go to the Colonel, pleading, begging for a chance to help. They said the same thing every time.

“You are helping, you’re one of our best nurses.” But you knew it was a bold-faced lie. You would be more helpful on the field than in a stuffy, white dress.

But for now, you were stuck in said dress. Treating trench foot.

Once you rewrapped the man, you gave him a smile and left the tent, hoping to catch some air. Instead, you found the Colonel, rushing towards you.

“(L/N), pack your bags,” he said, expression darkening. “You and some other nurses are being relocated. A nearby camp just lost over 100 men.” You frowned, only nodding before hurrying off to your quarters. Throwing your things into a duffel bag, you hesitated when one particular item caught your eye.

Your bow.

You hesitated. It would only be another fight to bring it. But that gut feeling you’d felt on your last night with your boys resurfaced, stubbornly making its home in your mind. With a grumble, you grab the bow.

You spotted the cars transporting nurses and a few men, hopping in one near the back and settling in for the ride. A few soldiers exchanged passing words about the camp you all were headed to.

A mission to stop Hitler’s scientist, Johann Schmidt. A force sent by Colonel Phillips to Azzano, a small province in Italy. Less than 50 men returned out of the 200 sent.

Your heart broke as you listened. The men that returned were traumatized, injured, and spirits crushed by whatever they’d seen.

It was around an hour later when you arrived, cars pulling into the desolate camp. Bow slung over your shoulder and bag in hand, you leapt off, racing to the infirmary alongside several other nurses.

The soldiers inside were a mess. Some were missing limbs, others covered in burns that looked far worse than normal. You rushed into action, tending to them one by one. Most were passed out, but one remained awake as you worked on a large cut on his arm.

“Hey, hey, stay awake, kid,” you said, wiping the cut clean. “Tell me something about yourself.”

He chuckled weakly. “Why? Wanna go on a date?” You raised a brow, deadpanning at him before shoving the needle into his arm to stitch the wound. “Alright! Alright, shit!” he exclaimed. You smiled, blowing on the wound as you tied the first stitch.

“I’m from Jersey, my favorite subject in school was science, I-” He hissed as you finished the second stitch. “I managed to catch one of that… Oh, what’s his name… Captain America! I saw one of his shows.”

Ah, yes. America’s newest mascot. You’d heard the rumors. Some dreamboat from the Army, decked out in the American flag and raising morale around the country. He sounded rather stupid, you thought.

You finished the last stitch as the man rambled on. “I’ve got a broad back home, been getting some letters from her. I’m just a soldier, but she talks like I’m the head of the 107th-”

“The 107th?” you asked, heart jumping into your throat. “You’re part of the 107th?”

“Yeah, what’s left of it, why?”

You grabbed his arm a bit too harshly, and he winced at the contact. “Sergeant James Barnes, do you know him?”

He frowned. “Barnes? Of course I knew him.” Knew him. Knew him.

“He- he's…” You gulped, holding back oncoming tears. “He’s dead?” The word felt taboo. Like saying it aloud made it real.

The soldier shrugged best he could with an injured arm, sympathy covering his features. “I didn’t see him go down, but anyone not here was killed or captured. I’m not sure if the Colonel is sending a task force out or not.”

Taking a shuddering breath, you stood, gripping your bow as your knuckles went white. “He will be.”

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You put up quite a fit to Colonel Phillips, begging, not to fight, but to send a force to Azzano. You tried your best to get him to understand your desperation. No, Sergeant Barnes’ life technically wasn’t any more valuable than anyone else’s, but he didn’t understand.

Your Bucky never wanted to fight. He wanted to stay with Steve. He wanted- Well, he wanted a lot of things. And now he was either stuck behind enemy lines or dead where his body wouldn’t be found. It wasn’t fair.

The Colonel refused to hear it. Under threat of discharge, you backed down, although you still brought it up occasionally. But the news sent you spiraling. Your mind was invaded by worry and grief, the latter of which you tended to shove down in an attempt to deny that one of your best friends was dead.

It was two days before you remembered to send a letter to Steve back home, which you rewrote three times. Just like saying the words, writing them made the whole situation more real. He was likely gone.

The general mood of the camp seemed to match your own as the days went on, and even the survivors from the 107th were tired and melancholy.

News that camp was the next stop for the famed Captain America didn’t lift spirits at all either.

On the day of the visit, when all of the soldiers were shuffled out into the center of the camp, you stayed in your tent. You clutched your bow, wondering if you would ever get a chance to fire it into the heart of Schmidt. A muffled song rang out outside. Something about a “Star-Spangled Man With A Plan”.

“God, they’re loud,” you huffed, rising from your cot, bow in hand. The song ended before you emerged, and when you looked across the sea of soldiers at the pop-up stage, there was only one man. In tights. And the ugliest helmet you had ever seen.

“How many of you are ready to sack old Adolf on the jaw?” the man asked. The crowd was silent; no surprise there. “I will,” you wanted to say. “I will if you can bring home my friend. If you can do more than sell war bonds.”

God, this “Captain” infuriated you.

“Okay. Uh, I need a volunteer.” You stepped between tanks as a few soldiers mocked the man. Most of the nurses had stayed near the infirmary to watch, but you parted the crowd with little effort. In part because of your reputation, but also because of the bow swinging at your side.

One man shouted, “Bring back the girls!” The soldiers cheered as the Captain stammered, and one rose up. “Hey, Captain! Sign this!” With that, he pulled down his pants, ass aimed directly at the stage. You sighed heavily.

“John, pull up your britches and sit down,” you snapped. “I’d like to get a look at America’s Golden Boy.” The man begrudgingly did so, falling to the ground with an annoyed huff.

“Come on, guys. We’re all on the same team here.”

Wait. That sounded… familiar. The voice, the words. You searched through your memories. All you found was Steve, saying that to a group of guys in a parking lot before you and Bucky saved his ass.

But there was no way, right? Your Steve was scrawny, weak. Not to mention almost a foot shorter than the man before you.

Yet, when a soldier threw a tomato and the Captain blocked it with his shield, all doubts were cleared from your mind. On the last day before you had left, you’d seen him do the same with a trash can lid.

You shooed a soldier off of a wooden box, standing up on it to yell.

“Steven Grant Rogers! That better not be you!” The man onstage froze.

“(Y/N)?” he asked. You glared at him.

“You are in so much trouble,” you shouted, storming through the crowd. Steve ran off of the stage as the crowd laughed, with you hot on his trail. You found him in a nearby tent, helmet yanked off and shield long discarded.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up. “(Y/N), it’s so good to see you. I promise I can explain, I just-”

With as much force as you could muster, you punched him in the stomach. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyes watering. “I- We wanted you to stay home, stay safe.”

“I will be. I’m… different now, (Y/N), I’m enhanced. I can lift a whole motorcycle, I’m not… I’m not fragile.” You shoved him as the rain poured down.

“You don’t understand, Steve! I can’t lose you both, I won’t!” you pleaded, a few tears threatening to fall.

That made him freeze. “Both? What do you mean?”

Frowning, you wiped your eyes. “Did you not get my letter? It’s Bucky, he-” A sob ripped through you, and Steve gently took your hands, waiting with bated breath for you to continue.

“Almost his entire platoon was killed or captured, Steve. I tried to get the Colonel to send out a rescue mission, but he wouldn’t, he threatened to send me home, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t leave knowing he might still be out there.”

He pulled you into a hug, gasping for air as his throat constricted. It felt like an asthma attack almost, but with a feeling of dread added in.

“You said Phillips wouldn’t send out a task force?” he managed. You shook your head.

“Not like he would listen to me.”

With a decisive sigh, Steve steadied his breath. Another woman, a brunette, appeared behind him.

“Peggy,” he greeted. You waved as he started off towards the Colonel’s tent. “He may not have taken you seriously, but he might listen to me.”

You three raced through the pouring rain, dodging soldiers and tents. By the time you arrived at the tent, you were winded. But Steve seemed unaffected.

“Well, if it isn’t the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan,” Colonel Phillips said. “What is your plan today?”

“Are you not sending out a rescue mission to Azzano?” He got straight to the point, blunt and honest.

The Colonel shot a glare at you and the woman called Peggy. “We are gonna have a conversation later that neither of you will enjoy.” You glared back.

“Yeah, it’s called ‘winning the war’,” he said, turning his attention back to Steve.

“But if you know where they are, why not at least-“

“They’re 30 miles behind the lines, through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save.” He stared down his nose at you and Steve. “But I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl,” He pointed at Steve, then to you. “and you’re a nurse trying to be a soldier.”

You raised your chin, meeting his eye. “I think we understand just fine.”

“Then understand it somewhere else.” Nodding to the Captain, he called to him before he stalked off. “If I read the posters correctly, you got someplace to be in 30 minutes.”

Steve glanced at the map behind Phillips’s desk, then to you. “Yes, sir. I do.”

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Agent Peggy Carter, as she had introduced herself, was probably the most helpful person you knew. When you and Steve had raced off to pack, she had followed you, offering to call in a pilot.

When she had spotted your bow, she had also asked the pilot to bring arrows and a uniform with pants. You decided that she was more competent than most of the Army right then and there.

Steve, on the other hand, was adamant you stay out of the fight.

“You’re going to get hurt!” he’d argued.

You’d scoffed. “So will you. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you storm into an enemy base on your own.”

Now, you were tucked into a plane, in the most comfortable clothes you’d ever worn. Digging through the quiver the pilot, Howard Stark himself had provided, you found modified arrows, some looking rather deadly.

“Howard?” you yelled into the cockpit, holding up one particularly wicked-looking arrow. “What’s this one do?”

“That one is full of tiny needles,” he yelled back. “Shoot it into a crowd, have some fun.” His definition of fun seemed a bit sadistic, but you kept the arrow anyway.

Peggy sighed, looking up from a map. “The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges. It’s a factory of some kind.”

“We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep,” Howard said. Steve requested to get as close as possible, before warning the scientist and agent.

“You two are gonna be in a lot of trouble when you land.”

The woman raised a brow. “And you two won’t?”

You hefted your bow, buckling the last strap on your parachute. “Where we’re going, if anybody yells at us, we can just shoot them.”

“They will undoubtedly shoot back,” she frowned. Steve patted the prop shield laying next to him. “Well, let’s hope it’s good for something.”

Peggy held out a device. “This is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and the signal will lead us straight to you.”

“Are you sure this thing works?” Steve tucked it into his pocket.

Howard chuckled. “It’s been tested more than you, pal.” As he spoke, gunfire began to surround the plane, rocking it in midair. You grabbed onto your seat as loud bangs echoed around the sky. Making eye contact with Steve, you rose, heading towards the door.

“Get back here!” Peggy exclaimed. “We’re taking you both all the way in!”

Steve ignored her, sitting down in the open frame of the plane as you got ready to jump behind him. “As soon as we’re clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!” he yelled.

“You can’t give me orders!” she bit back.

And like the shit-eater he was, Steve smirked. “The hell I can’t! I’m a Captain!” With that, you both jumped.

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Fools be shamed

Part 1 of when help creates one hell of a comeback

Word count: 909 words

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, abuse, break ins, blood, knife, flashbacks, trauma, manipulation etc. Reader gets called whore as an insult.

Im being 100% serious if any of this is a trigger for you in any way dont read it, the warning is there for a reason, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

No gender, skin color, weight or height implied or written

Edited to the best of my ability

Pt.2 series master.

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missed call*

*missed call*

>[Sarah please]

*missed call*

>[Please, he’s here, Alec is here]

>[I don’t know how he found me but he’s here]

<[I’m here, oh god what’s happened?]

<[are you okay?]

>[ I’m okay right now just shaken up, Alec found me]

>[my tires are slashed so i went inside to call a tow truck and he came running up, i got inside and locked my door but he’s pounding on it and yelling]

<[ I’m on my way, I’m calling Sam, stay hidden I’ve got the spare key]

<[ you’re going to be okay]

A very familiar rush of panic fills your body, the memory of leaving and the fear of terrible events happening over again, he’s ruthless, you’ve watched him murder people who got in his way and you know he will do so to you without any second thought if you posed any threat to his future, especially now as he’s taken a lead position in hydra.

Silencing your phone you pull out the only pocket knife you have near you, dull but serrated it’ll do the job if needed.

Tucking your knees to your chest and your eyes clenched shut, there is no space for breathing in this moment your bedroom door locked and yourself tucked in the back of the walk in closet; you can clear as day hear the boards of the doorframe splintering, just like they had the night you left seven months ago and by the grace of any god there may be, you aren’t going back.

He’s in, the door slams open and you can hear his boots thud through the apartment. Going to the farthest points, turning your home upside-down in attempts to find you, glass or maybe porcelain shattering, things being thrown before everything goes silent.

"You cant hide forever you whore, I’m here now, might as well give up the fight" slow meticulous steps rounding closer to your room

Your bedroom door busting at the hinges and falling to the floor.

*hurry up Sarah please*

It was just seconds into the room and he found you beneath a pile of blankets and discarded clothes in the back of your closet.

His grip on your wrist pulling you out of the closet and throwing you on the floor, the knife tumbling out of reach when you go to catch yourself; looming over you, his arms flailing, urging your body to flinch, his voice loud as ever but the rushing in your ears making his shouts sound like nothing.

The rushing canceling out the screeching of tires skidding to a halt outside, followed by two more vehicles, all they had to do was follow the sound of the shouting, surely a neighbor has called the police by now, three more sets of boots come trudging in but instead of hearing them this time you could feel them.

He must have brought accomplices; by than your mind had completely fogged over, with at least two possibly more people to ring out the dirty work, curling in on yourself for just seconds.

High school sweethearts turned tart as you said, he never talked about his family, never talked about his home, you had absolutely no idea it was superficial. at most you assumed he had a bad home life and that’s not terribly far off from the truth it just wasn't the entire picture.

Graduating at the top of your class together he took your heart and made it his, after four years of being together starting from your freshman year becoming an independent adult in what you thought was a successful relationship felt like being on top of the world you moved in with him when he got his first apartment and just a few months later had you wrapped around his finger, you were blindsided, convinced you’d be going to your dream college to pursue your dream, that was far from what he had planned.

You moved to a dark part of Rochester, crime ridden streets kept you scared and under his wing of false safety.

The day he came home his boots covered in blood is the day you realized you’d fallen into a mess of a lie.

That was the day he first laid hands on you, that night your blood joined the stains on his boots and he forced you to wash it off before the morning.

From than on he made it impossible for you to do anything without his permission, you lost all contact with friends and family, he put controls on your phone and restricted everything, you never got to go to college and barely got to have a job.

You were to keep your mouth shut and your eyes down, three years in his abuse and control, lying to several medical professionals when injuries were too bad to fix at home or cover with make-up you finally gained enough hope and strength to plan your escape, an escape that would actually work instead of you getting everything taken away and trapped under his suffocating grasp once more or so you thought. This right now, like the several times hed done before felt like going right back to the beginning, bashing yourself for being a hopeless romantic in highschool was useless, it became internally destroying and berating yourself for being weak, not knowing how to fight back, not having a chance in the world to be free.

He always comes back.

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This is part one of a series with at least four parts, theres no set schedule so if you like me to create a taglist i will do my best to do so.

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Duke, Duchess and Knights // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming.

Requested by: @proseraphine - im sorry it's not exactly what you requested but I hope you like it regardless!

Tags: polyamory, angst, fluff, nightmares, panick attack, crying, mentions of murder, fantasy au, comfort

Words: 2.1 k

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There’s a mixture of muffled, panicked voices as you drift between sleep and reality.

“Doll, wake up! You’re just dreaming; listen to me, you need to wake up!”. The voice shouting for you to wake up sounded recognisable, but something more high-pitched was covering the sound of the voice you wanted to drift further towards. Someone was screaming, terrifyingly loud and shrill, and it took a couple of breaths to realise that it was you who sounded so frightened and fearful.

Upon this realisation, the unconscious world you’d been trapped in disappeared as you came back to full consciousness, attempting to sit bolt upright but found that you were being held up already. With the seconds it took for your eyes to dart around at your surroundings, you became aware of a few things.

One that Bucky was currently sitting in the middle of the bed with you between his legs, your head resting back against his shoulders and back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around your body to keep you in position. Two, that Steve was kneeling in front of you, his eyes so fearfully large and face drained of any colour as he reached to cup your face.

Everything felt incredibly disorienting; the room was spinning, and dark patches were edging around your eyesight. Not only that, but you were in uncomfortable pain, specifically in the centre of your chest and throat, presumably from the screaming you’d been doing for god-knows how long. There also seemed to be an unsettling amount of fluids coating your face and body, and only then did you realise that you were also crying hysterically.

“Baby, look at me. I need you to listen to me and take a deep breath, " Steve instructs, panic coating every word he speaks, only adding to your fear that something is incredibly wrong.

You try, though. Try to open your mouth to take a breath, but it felt like someone was wrapping their hands around your lungs so that you couldn’t draw a breath. The lack of air added to your disorientation and dizziness, feeling like you were trapped in your own body.

The hands around your face tightened to bring your attention back to Steve as he rolled his shoulders and attempted to relax his facial features to look as calm as possible. “Keep looking at me, Sweetheart. Now, I want you to try again and take a deep breath, slowly, like this” he then proceeds to take a deep, slow breath through his nose and out of his mouth.

You try and copy but still find it a struggle to open your lungs as your body seems to be still trapped within the state of fear caused by your nightmare. A chaste kiss to the side of your head captures your attention as a different voice begins to talk from behind, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Mama. Breath in nice and slow and out through your mouth”, Bucky repeats Steve instructions as he continued to hold you. Only then did you realise that he was forcing his chest to move up and down to mimic the slow breathing, giving you something to ground yourself to and copy the movements yourself.

The next breath that you take is shaky but enough to fill your lungs that you can release a desperate sob.

“That’s good, really good. But I need you to do it a few more times for me. That’s it, breathe in again and out slowly, " Steve instructs, giving you a soft smile that would have melted your heart in any other circumstance.

Each breath had the tightness easing in your chest as you began to relax into Bucky’s hold until you could breathe without the fear of becoming trapped by a panic attack. However, as your breathing eased, this gave you the energy to pathetically sob and weep, reaching to grip both Steve and Bucky’s arms, needing to feel their warmth and touch.

“Shhh, it’s ok, we’re here. We aren’t going anywhere. You’re safe, Baby girl”, Steve spoke delicately, his voice audible over a whisper as he made you feel safe in the room with him and Bucky.

“I- I- Thought- It felt so real-” you choke on the words tumbling out. Everything was so intense and overwhelming that even though you knew you weren’t in any danger, the hysterics continued. Bucky rocked his body gently to try to calm you down as Steve’s thumbs attempted to catch the endless flow of tears, but eventually, his hands were soaked, and he used the corner of the blanket on the bed to dry your face.

“Try to relax for us. Whatever you dreamt about wasn’t real; none of it was true. You’re safe with me and Steve, and you always will be”, Bucky reassures as he pulls your body closer to his so you are in a tight cocoon of his arms around your waist.

Steve inches forward as well, pressing his bare chest against your face and arms around the back of Bucky’s so that you are in a boyfriend's sandwich. The warmth surrounded every part of you, like they were human radiators, calming you down to the centre of your being. The hysterical sobs quieted enough that you were now only sniffling with hiccups, attempting to manage your emotions adequately to lean into them further.

Your eyes were sore and slightly swollen, and your throat was burning from the screaming and crying. It had been such a long time since a nightmare had rocked you to the very core like this; however, usually, it was due to something from your past, not the fantasy journey your unconscious mind seemed to take you to.

“It’s so stupid”, you admit after a couple of silent minutes, nuzzling your aching face into the shoulder of Steve, savouring further his warmth and muscles that flexed at the action.

Steve leans back slightly but only to kiss your temple carefully, “What’s stupid?” he asks.

“My dream or, I guess, my nightmare. Whatever it was, it was so stupid to overreact the way I have, but it just felt so real”.

Bucky shifted the arms around your waist so his metal fingers interlocked with your smaller hand, cradling it and drawing circles in your palm with his thumb. “Doll, whatever your nightmare was about, it’s not stupid, especially to have frightened you this much. You know we’ll always be here for you, whether you want to tell us what happened or not. But, from my personal experiences with nightmares, it might feel better to talk to someone”.

You sigh, knowing he was right and you’d had to do this exact sort of care with him on multiple occasions when he had nightmares from his past as an assassin. Taking a steading breath and letting the air out slowly through your mouth, you tilted your upper body to look up and between your two boyfriends to begin explaining your dream.

“You both…died. I mean- we all died in the nightmare, but I had to watch you both die first” As you remembered the horror of seeing the light leave Steve and Bucky’s eyes, a tear escaped yours, landing on Bucky’s arm. “I only woke up from the nightmare because I died in the dream and could hear you both shouting. I thought it was some sort of weird afterlife that I’d fallen into”.

Steve dips his face lower to meet yours, his nose nudging the very tip of yours, drawing a smile to your lips at the soft touch. “That’s not stupid at all. It was all just a dream; we’re very much still alive. Don’t worry about that, Sweetheart”.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a moment, not because of the sadness quickly easing away from your tense limbs but because you remembered the rest of your dream. Each of your cheeks warmed in embarrassment as you avoided looking either of them in the eye. “It’s not the death that was the stupid part; it was just the part that scared me the most. I was quite enjoying the rest of the dream before all of the death, but you’re going to think it’s silly2.

Steve and Bucky share a confused look between themselves. “Anything you tell us won’t be silly or stupid. You’ve seen what Stevie here draws in his spare time. Can’t be more silly than monkeys riding on unicycles.” Bucky tries to cheer you up, and it works as you giggle against his chest as Steve gives his boyfriend a deadpan head tilt.

As you look between the blonde and brunette Mafia men, you already know you will regret telling them. “Promise me that you won’t laugh at me”.

“Baby, there’s no way I’m laughing at anything you say, especially after just watching you nearly have a panic attack”, Steve concludes as Bucky nods with his words.

Trying to breathe away the tension in your body, you begin to tell them the intricate details of your dream that consequently shifted to your worst nightmare. It was a land you’d never heard of before, thick with orange-shaded trees as Autumn drew in. You were in a ridiculously lavish dress. Steve sat beside you in his golden attire as the carriage rocked with the uneven path.

You were the Duchess of the land whilst Steve was the Duke. The two of you were targets for many dark forces, which was where Bucky came into the dream, saving you both on your travels as attackers went for the carriage. Thankfully, Bucky, a local knight, had saved the two of you, and eventually, as the dream spilt through snippets of a relationship, the duo became a trio. It was all whimsical and light-hearted as it seemed to parallel your life with both of them, but it was in this fantasy universe.

The dream, however, started to darken into a nightmare as the three of you were captured by the forces who had been seeking to find you and Steve. “I don’t know, it was like some sort of fantasy novel in my head, and it was all so peaceful, but then everything changed so quickly. I had to watch you both be killed by Bucky’s own sword, which then was shoved into my chest just before I woke up”.

As you recalled their fictional deaths, you visibly shook as fear began to spark through your body once more. Steve moved first, kissing your cheek a few times to help keep that anxiety away, “Well, it was all just a dream, nothing to be frightened of, Sweetheart. And that wasn’t stupid or stilly, was it, Bucky?” Steve asks his boyfriend with a glare.

You look up, confused by the negative look from Steve, only to find Bucky holding in a laugh as he nods but then cracks, releasing a light-hearted laugh. You release the hold on his hand but only so you can swat at his shoulder, even more embarrassed than before as you look towards the wall, away from them both.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, it’s just - what kind of an idiot gets killed by his own sword?” Bucky asks, laughing and causing you to sway on the bed as his chest vibrates with his chuckles.

Despite the embarrassment, you couldn’t help the smile teasing your lips, “You told me you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry; I promise I’ll stop laughing; just give me time to process this all”. Taking a deep breath, Bucky attempts to compose himself, but as soon as you both catch eye contact again, the three of you laugh at the entire situation.

“At least we know Bucky’s a dumbass in this world and your dreams”, Steve casually mentions as he kisses beneath your jaw.

“Hey! At least I had a sword; your lazy ass still needed saving, even in her dreams. What does that say about you?” Bucky counters, making you laugh even harder and cling to both men.

“For two of the most powerful people in Brooklyn, you really are just a couple of goofballs”, you say whilst lovingly cupping both of their faces, kissing each of them in turn. “Thank you for helping me through my panic attack”.

“You’re most welcome, your royal duchess. Your noble knight will always be here to protect you”, Bucky joked in an emphasised lower tone that only caused you to laugh harder.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you can see his attempts at trying to hide his smile as he looks between Bucky and you. “I do think we need to stop watching Game of Thrones before bed”.

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If You Loved Me You’d Share Her

Relationships: Predefined Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky, Reader x Steve x Bucky

Summary: You wake up to you, Steve, and Bucky’s shared home exhausted after a long night of activities with your boyfriend. His best friend has certain remarks to these acts. And soon you’ll find out maybe three isn’t a crowd despite what everyone thinks

Warnings: Smut, dubcon, threesome, cream-pie, voyeurism, and double penetration

It was a typical summer morning in your lovely home. You were lounging out on the small patio, reading a book in the sun. Your boyfriend’s best friend, Bucky, was in the kitchen, making breakfast. While your boyfriend, Steve, had just came back from a morning run, pushing through the door as he untangled his headphones from his ear. You watched as Steve walked over to see Bucky flipping pancakes and then, moving to step out onto the balcony towards you. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hello, darling,” you reply, closing your book shut. You loved how Steve looked in the sunlight, he resembled an angel, glorious and strong. Every muscle, perfect facial feature highlighted by the golden light. He nodded his head towards you signaling for you get up.

You get up from you lounge chair and Steve takes your place. He’s motions for you sit in a spot between his legs and happily do as he tells you. Your heart jumps a bit as Steve’s hands move to your waist, pulling you into him more. “Did you sleep well?” he presses his lips to your hair, his breath ruffling the strands.

Bucky was humming some light tune that you didn’t recognize as he carried a plate of breakfast out onto the balcony for you both. It was filled to the brim of pancakes covered in golden syrup with a side of colorful fresh fruit. You think back to Steve’s question,”I’d say so, but I’m in incredible pain from last night’s… activities.”

Your boyfriend’s best friend smirked a bit at the insinuation. Steve, however, just tilted his head to the side,”Activities?” He tried to keep his voice neutral but failed, a smirk growing on his lips despite his attempts to remain serious,”Were you out late last night with someone else?” He couldn’t help but reminisce about the way your body moved below him last night, the way you’d moan his name, tug on his hair…

“You know exactly what activities I’m going on about? And the only on at fault is you,” you say pointing at his chest.

Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smirk remained. Bucky knew exactly what you were implying, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for you two. He simply laughed a bit, setting the plate of food onto the balcony railing,”You two were a bit loud last night, you know.” Steve shot him a look, but said nothing in response. His gaze remained on you.

“Yeah well not only does Stevie have stamina for days, but he has some big personality traits due to that super soldier serum, if you know what I mean,” you tell the two men,”And I’m sure you do too Buck.”

Bucky choked on a laugh. Steve rolled his eyes, and tried to ignore what you had said previously. “We were loud?” He repeated, before adding, “We weren’t that loud-“

The other super solider was still snickering, but stopped after he saw Steve’s look. Your boyfriend then turned back to you, his hands going to your hips. “Were we really that loud? Are you complaining?” Steve asked you wondering if you don’t like how loud you two tend to be in the bedroom.

You laugh slightly,”No I’m not complaining, I love it when you do that to me. And I love all those sweet sounds you make too.”

Bucky laughed again, before saying, “You know what else was loud?” Steve rolled his eyes again, but didn’t really push the conversation, instead looking at you for your response. He ran his hands up and down the sides of your torso, moving them over the top of your legs.

“What was loud Bucky,” you ask him, slightly grazing Steve’s thigh. Steve slightly tensed at your touch.

Bucky grinned slightly as he said, “Your screaming.” Steve didn’t let it get to him, but there was a slight change to his expression that caught your attention. Bucky gave him a look, as if he was expecting a reaction.

“Why did you wish you were the one making me scream like that?” you ask him a smirk on your face.

If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed, it was torturing Steve on an emotional level. Hearing this only made the smile that had been playing about his lips widen a bit. Steve was starting to get irritated, though he hadn’t said anything just yet. It seemed like he was trying to stay calm in order to keep you from enjoying this. Bucky then asked, as he started to slowly move his hands up Steve’s thigh,”Are you jealous?”

Your breath hitched slightly at seeing the way your boyfriend’s best friend was touching your boyfriend. “Maybe,” you choked out.

Bucky smirked. “Only maybe?” he teased. Steve rolled his eyes again, trying to keep a stern look...though it was very obvious that he was at least a bit hot and bothered. He was still being careful not to let his jealousy show too much, but the slight tension in his body said more than enough.

“Okay, I am,” you say stroking Steve’s growing bulge in his pants.

Buck then leaned back against the railings. He was still grinning at the tension he was setting up between the two of them.

Steve’s eyes went wide when you grabbed him by the bulge, and the tension turned into nervousness. He looked down at your hand wrapped around him for a moment before his gaze returned to you. “Are you…” he started, but then cut himself off as he felt the jealousy in him begin to fade, replaced by an intense lust.

His friend grinned, moving his other hand to grab your thigh as well. “What if we give you a repeat of last night?”

“I think that’s the best thought you’ve ever had,” you say. You shift in your seat and straddle Steve who began to blush immensely. You grind onto his crotch searching for friction, you moan at his bulge brushing against your clothed folds. You had just gotten up so you were wearing nothing, but a short nightie and panties, a decision that you were proud of making.

Bucky began to grow hard over the sight of you and Steve dry humping. He palmed his growing tent becoming impatient,”Keep going.” You moan at his words. Your panties feeling soaked leaving Steve’s running shorts wet with your slick.

“Can we please take this to the bedroom,” you ask,”I want to feel both of you.” Both soldiers moan at your words.

Steve stands up and picks you up from around the waist,”I thought you’d never ask.” Bucky follows you two absolutely ecstatic for what was to come. Your boyfriend opens the door of your shared bedroom and lays you onto the bed’s satin sheets lightly. The two super soldiers stare at you with a hunger like lust that you’d never had been able to imagine.

Bucky looks at Steve as though he was asking him permission to touch you. Steve didn’t answer with words instead he simply nodded. Bucky ran his metal hand up your leg approaching your inner thigh. His thumb slightly grazed your soft panties causing you to moan. The cold sensation made you buck your hips towards his thumb.

“Now, now don’t be needy,” Bucky teased. Delicately he moved your cotton panties to the side and plunged his digits into your tight pussy. You began to moan, your folds enveloping his fingers. He began with one and moved it around feeling your gummy walls.

He wanted you to be prepared for his cock so he added another two fingers. It was different than Steve’s. With Steve his fingers were hot and soft while Bucky’s were cold and rough. He curled them causing you to buck your hips up towards the ceiling. “Bucky,” you moaned out. You felt a warm hand pull you down. You look up and were greeted by your boyfriend’s blue eyes.

“God, you’re such a slut. Getting all wet around her boyfriend’s best friend’s fingers as he watches. I bet you like this don’t you, me watching you, it turns you on you little whore,” Steve tells you. You were taken aback at his words. Never in your life had Steve called you such filthy names. You assumed Bucky had brought this dirtier filthier version of your boyfriend.

You came close to you climax when Bucky pulled out his fingers. You moaned at the empty feeling, upset that you had missed your climax. “Let me cum please,” you beg him.

Bucky shakes his head,”You’re not cumming until this pretty pussy is wrapped around both of our cocks,” you sigh,”Now strip for us.”

You carefully untie the bows of your nightie revealing your white lace underwear. Steve lunges towards your pussy and grabs your panties by his teeth. He drags them down your legs carefully and putting them in his pocket. He takes off his shorts as well as his running shirt leaving him only in his boxers. Bucky follows his impression and does the same.

Bucky reached behind your back and unbuckled your bra. He grabbed your right tit in his hand and squeezed it. Steve reaches for you left tit and begins to kiss around your nipple. He grabs it into his hand and puts in his mouth causing you to moan. The hot and cold feel from both boys causes you to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. Both boys begin to kiss their way across your boobs and eventually meet each other halfway. They face each other and began to kiss passionately.

Steve palms Bucky’s dick and they make out in front of you. You whine desperately,”Please let me in.” They look at your desperate cries and chuckle.

Bucky pulls down his boxers and pushes he down to the bed. His length is unbelievable, he’s thick and girthy with a pointy tip. “Okay, Angel this is it,” he says. Tapping his dick towards your entrance, he becomes consumed by your folds. You begin to groan as he pushes his way in.

He’s thicker than Steve yet not as long, but he still fills you out in all the right ways. Slowly but surely he gets a steady pace slamming in and out of you. Steve approaches you from behind unclothing his cock. His length despite you seeing it a ton times is still impressive. Long and veiny everything you would need a cock.

Steve approaches your other entrance preparing himself. He enters quickly, making you hitch your breath. The two soldiers kept slamming themselves into you causing you to moan out their names. The boys met over your shoulder and made out passionately your hand becoming wrapped around Bucky’s hair. Bucky’s hand immediately went to massaging Steve’s ass.

You feel your climax coming and you moan as the knot in your stomach is undone. Your fluids enveloping the boy’s cocks. Soon you feel the hot strings of their cum fill your belly. “Fuck,” Bucky moaned out.

The three of you fall collapsed to the bed feeling tired and fulfilled. Steve got up and got a towel from the restroom so the three of you could clean up. He grabbed you and Bucky’s hands and lead you to the bathtub for relaxation. “You know we should do this again sometime,” Steve asked the both of you.

“I agree,” Bucky said smiling like a maniac,”If you’d loved me you’d share her.”

You look up at them and smiled,”Ditto.”

It’s safe to say that from now on you and Steve’s nightly actives will have a third member.

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