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eviesaurusrex · 9 months

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summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

* * *

Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

* * *

It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

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Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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sosa2imagines · 2 months

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Bucky wants to eat. (Texting)

BUCK: Hey are you still shopping?

STEVIE: Yes, why you want something?

BUCK: YES! I want some 🍑🍑

STEVIE : 😳

STEVIE: I'm in public! We have talked about this!

BUCK: So what? You asked me what I want! I told you what I want! I'm craving some 🍑🍑

STEVIE: JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!

BUCK: What? I'll ask doll then! She will definitely get me some 🍑🍑

STEVIE: Do not ask her! I'm coming home!

BUCK: Why?

BUCK: Stevie?

BUCK: Hello?

BUCK: Fine I'm asking doll...!

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BABY DOLL: Why are you not getting Bucky 🍑🍑?

STEVIE: He asked you too? I had told him not to ask you! 😳😅

BABY DOLL: Why? If you are not going to give him what he wants, he'll obviously ask me. Anyway I'm on my way home. I'm giving him what he wants. ☺️

STEVIE: Do not start without me! 😡

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As soon as Steve comes home, he can hear Bucky moaning. "I had told you both, not to start without me!" He whines, taking long strides towards the kitchen, hot and bothered.

"What are you doing?"

Bucky munching- "Eating peaches"

Y/n glaring at Steve- "Yeah! Which he was craving for so badly!"

Steve red face- "He was talking about actual peaches? But I, he didn't...I thought he wants... that's why"

You and Bucky give a look to each other, yell in unison "NAUGHTY BOY!"

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bubblessunshinehoney · 1 year

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Roommates (stucky x reader)

3767 words

A/N: i'm writing this fic for...almost 6 months, i dreamed many times of stucky and their roommate. it was always hard to write i had seen in my dreams and to translate all i felt during those dreams. But here we are.

It's gonna be in idk many parts.

This one is a little introduction, and with slight angst.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

TW: fluff, light angst, polyamourous relationship. Steve and Bucky (they're a warning...) <...>= texting

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When you had to find an apartment. You never thought to find yourself with two gentle giants for roommates. But here you are, one year later with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers in a nice and homely appartement.

You knew them from college, they were friends of friends and when your last roommate kicked you out because she wanted to be alone with her boyfriend… the two big guys were nice enough to propose you to come and live with them for a while. “Yeah, don’t need to pressure yourself, doll, take your time to get back on your feet. We have enough rooms for three.”, told you Bucky. “And when you find a studio or something else, we’ll help you to move out and in, sweetheart.”, said Steve.

But one year later, you don’t want to move out. You like to be here with these two. Monday is Buck’s night for cooking. Tuesday, yours, Wednesday is Steve turns, Thursday is movie night with take outs or leftovers and Friday to Sunday is more like “who’s there, who’s eating at home, who wants to go out?” vibes.

Life is easy, and you were surprised to see that…they clean, like ALL the time. Steve is the tidiest of all of you. Buck tries to keep is mess in his bedroom and ask for help when he has too much “trash”. Sunday is almost always the day where you all clean the appartement. You cook pancakes or waffles and then it’s time to give the appartement a little bit of a makeover. It’s always full of giggles and pinning. Like the time you found a boxer under the couch. Bucky was a blushing mess, saying it was from like two weeks ago when this girl came home with him after a night out. “But I respected the rules, we didn’t do anything on the couch”. Or the time, Steve found your vibrator under the bathroom cabinet, you just took it back and gave him an innocent smile and told him to forget about it. Spoiler alert: Steve didn’t forget that and was impatient to finally have the guts to ask you if you wanted to use it with him one day.

Today, it’s Friday. It’s the first slow day you have in weeks. Steve is out with some friends and Bucky didn’t answer yet to tell you if he’ll be home tonight.

You decide to eat some leftovers and to watch for the hundredth time your favourite movie. Thirty minutes in, you hear the keys and then the door opens with a loud thud. An angry Bucky storms in the living room and lay on you without saying a word. He pushes his head between your breasts and groans. “Ok, hello to you too grumpy man. Can you tell me why you invade my space and doesn’t ask for my consent before shoving your head here?” Bucky starts to mumble fast, and you don’t understand anything. You slap him gently on the back of his head. He stops and lifts his head to look at you. “Shitty day, shitty people. Need a stress relief. May I, doll, please?” he pouts and makes his best puppy eye.

Since you arrived, you realised that the two giants you lived with were very into physical touch. Bucky likes to lay on you meanwhile Steve likes to play with your hair during movie night or offers you little massages during them.

You never complain, you’re most of the time cold so this two are your personals heaters.

You start to massage Bucky’s head and this lovely idiot starts to act like a cat and purrs. “Did you eat?” he asks you.

“Yup, leftovers, there’s still some if you want.”

“The lasagna?”.

“Mmmh”.

The evening goes on. But you can feel that Bucky wants to ask you something. He’s fidgeting, more than usual, and can’t seem to stop touching you. He’s currently massaging your calf. “What is it, Buck?”.

He sighs, and sighs again before sitting up and looking you dead in the eye. “Can I kiss you, doll?”. First, you think he’s joking, but then his expression is too serious for your liking. “Like kiss me on the lips?”, you ask him.

“Yup.”

“WHY?” you almost scream in shock.

He blushes and whispers “because you look beautiful, and I want to kiss you”.

“that’s a cheesy pick-up line, Barnes.”

He looks at you again and asks, “but does it work?” shyly you nod. You won’t lie, you already thought of what it would feel like to kiss Bucky, but you never really asked him, too scared to make thing awkward with your roommates. “So can I kiss you, doll face?” when you don’t say anything he gets closer, when his lips are almost touching yours, he murmurs “I need words, Y/N”.

You swallow loudly before saying “yes, you can, Bucky”.

Then his lips are on yours. The kiss is tender, lovely and your fingers grab his hair. His hands get under your shirt, and you shiver. You feel his tongue caresses your lower lips and you parted them. When both or your tongues meet, the kiss gets more and more passionate. Your legs circle instinctively his waist to bring him closer. When you need to breath you break the kiss and Bucky is panting above you. Pupils blown out and lips swollen. He’s more beautiful than ever. You smile, a little bit uncomfortable. You tap his cheek gently and whisper “gonna go to toilets, sorry”. He nods and lets you go.

Bucky can’t wait to tell Steve what happened.

Two weeks later, Bucky has never once talk about the kiss… at least with you. You didn’t either. You felt weird. Not in a bad way, you wanted to start again, to try again and see if the kiss made you feel again all dizzy and warm.

But for now, you are alone with Steve. Bucky went home to see his family.

“Truth or dare, sweets?” asks Steve from the kitchen.

“Really, aren’t we like to old or outnumbered to play this game?” he snorts and come back with your cocktail and his beer.

“Nope, it’ll be fun”.

“If you say so, truth” you reply.

After maybe twenty minutes, you have to say that he is right, you’re having fun. You told secrets that both of you had never tell and you did some fun dares. But now, Steve wanted to ask you to kiss him.

He spoke with Bucky, and he was jealous. He’s best friend had the guts to kiss you, when he was too afraid to be rejected. But tonight, with the alcohol in his system he feels powerful.

“I dare you to kiss me…with tongues!”, he declares. You laugh because he made a move with his tongue, but you accept the dare. Why not try and see if your attraction for Steve is the same as for Bucky?

When your lips touch his. You feel sparkles down your spine. When you lick his lips with your tongue and he part his, you feel hot all over. His hands go to your waist, and he places you on his lap. And like with Bucky it gets heated pretty fast. And like with Bucky, you end the kiss and excuse yourself to go to the toilets

<Stevie: I did it, buck.

Bucky: how does that feel, punk?

Stevie: like a dream came true, but I don’t want to scare her. We are not playing fair.

Bucky: I know, we must discuss that the three of us when I get back.

Stevie: what if she says no. What if she wants to be just with you.

Bucky: or you…

Stevie: I am sure she likes you more.

Bucky: stop, Steve. We don’t know what she feels. Did she kiss you back? Like really kiss you.

Stevie: yup…that was so hot. She did the thing with her tongue you told me about.>

“Stevie?” you say when you come back in the living room.

“Yup?”.

“I-I think I’ll go to bed. See you tomorrow?” you ask shyly.

“Sleep well, sweetheart, brunch is on me!”. You kiss his cheek and retrieve to your bedroom.

<Y/N: I kissed Steve.

Nat: WHAT? AFTER BUCKY?

Y/N: we were playing truth or dare. He dared me to kiss him. (with tongues, his words, not mine)

Nat: and ?

Y/N: I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. I felt the exact same thing with Bucky and Steve. And you know I don’t feel much when I kissed guys until I am pretty attached to them.

Nat: yeah I know…you and your demi-sexual thing.

Y/N: scuse you bisexual girl who dates only nerds guy. How’s Bruce?

Nat: currently massagin’ my feet so perfect. But you need to talk to them. I am sure they’re planning something.

Y/N: planning smth?

Nat: ask them. Good night, babe.>

What you didn’t know, it’s that before you join them in the appartement. Bucky and Steve had a thing, that only Natasha knows. They are best friends, sure, but they’re also lovers. They only tend to be like that when you are not around, since you moved in.

You are not going to lie to yourself, you are feeling bad to have kiss your two roommates. And you are feeling worse to have like it, both time and even considering doing it again.

This Saturday, you come back from a little walk with Natasha. When you arrive, the appartement is quiet, a little bit to quiet. No one is in the living room and the door from Bucky’s room is wide open and empty, but the room from Steve is closed. You wait to hear something, like Steve has a girl around, but nothing.

You go there and knock. Steve’s voice comes to you in a grumble “yeah?”, “Hello, just to let you know I am home. “, you say.

“Oh hey, little one, ok, we’ll be there soon for dinner.”

You can’t stop your question “We?”. You hear Steve chuckles and then he invites you in.

“Buck and I, sweets, who else?” he says when you open the door.

Steve is on his back with Bucky curled onto his side, sound asleep. You saw them bro cuddling now and then, but never like that. You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything. Bucky has hard days and seems to find comfort in cuddling. “I have an empty space right here” teases Steve and tapping the other side of him. You hesitate and decide to go and join the cuddle. You lay down beside Steve, his arm goes around your waist. You put your hand on his chest, just beside Bucky’s hand.

“He’s ok?” you ask quietly.

“Bad day, really bad one.”, answers Steve. Automatically, you caress Bucky’s cheek and pass your finger in his hair. “How was your day with Natty?”.

“Good, really nice.”, you smile at Steve.

In your walk with Nat, you arrived at this conclusion: no need to put words for now, just enjoy the feeling of being close to those two wonderful men. So, you enjoy the cuddle and to pass your fingers in Bucky hair, while Steve caress your hip. You’re at peace. You’ve never felt like this with any of your ex’s.

Maybe they talked to each other, and they know that you have kissed each of them, maybe you can tell Steve now and Bucky when he wakes up. Maybe, just maybe you are, and they are into polyamorous relationship. Maybe…

“Stevie?” you murmur in his neck, he smells divine as always, citrus and pine. He hums in response. “I…I kissed Bucky before I kissed you.” His hand still on your waist and he squeezes it.

“Yeah, same Sweetheart, I kissed him before I kissed you.” You sit up, not sure to have truly heard what he said.

“Wait, what?”. Steve grins at you, then he turns his head to Bucky and kisses him on his forehead. Buck sighs in his sleep and get more comfortable on Steve. His leg goes on his thighs, and he tightens his grip around the waist. He looks peaceful. “You’ve kissed?”, Steve shrugs but his smile tells you everything you need.

You weren’t expecting that, of course not, but why are you not more shocked or disturbed? You look at them and it’s like the missing piece of the puzzle in your head. Everything starts to make sense, or you have more questions that need answers. “I always thought that your friendship was more than that”, you think out loud. Steve chuckles while Bucky stirs in his sleep. He tucks himself more onto Steve and his hand, who was on his stomach, goes right to Steve’s crotch. And the blond does nothing to stop him, well not exactly nothing, he’s looking at you and when he sees your expression, he gently takes bucky hand et brings it back to his sternum.

“I think we need to talk the three of us, Sweets” he whispers to you. You can only nod and keep staring at their interlaced hands. “We don’t want to scare you away, you know?”,

“Scare me away?”, you ask intrigue.

“Yeah, by telling you our little secret.” You stay silent, not sure you want to acknowledge the truth just yet…because it doesn’t scare you at all, it turns you on more and that’s what scares you, you almost feel like a creep.

“I would have never judged you. You can love who you want” you finally say. Steve smiles and brings you closed once again. You put your hand on top of theirs. For the first time in a long time, you feel complete and that stress you out.

The next day, you all decide to have THE discussion. It’s just after your usual Sunday brunch. The guys are doing the dishes and you just looking in the void. Your mind is racing. What if it just a dream, what if they pranked you?

“Dollface? You’re with us?” calls you Bucky. You blink twice to focus on them again. They are smiling, and you get butterflies.

“Yeah, I am” you whisper.

“Good, good, so…” starts Steve. And then he explains everything, his relationship with Bucky, their attraction for you since they met you. You listen, stunned by their revelations. Bucky points out some details and makes you giggle. You feel shy and powerful. The more they talk, the more they stare at you with love and lust. You have the last word; you are the one who has to say yes or no. You take a big breath and ask, “How would it works?”.

They are taken aback; Bucky takes Steve’s hand under the table and squeeze it hard. “If we try this throuple, we have to make rules, right?” You sound so confident; Steve’s heart is beating fast.

“Yeah, we need rules for the start, to try and navigate in this together” states Bucky. You nod and smile. Then you get up and round the table to go to their side. You see their hands and chuckle.

“No more hiding now, show me those hands, guys”. They laugh and put their hands on the table, you place both of your hand on their neck. It feels good, you like that they don’t have the same texture, but they both soft. They lean against you and close their eyes.

“I feel like I just solved a puzzle” murmurs Bucky. “Is it weird?” he asks.

“I don’t know, don’t feel weird. “, you answer. Steve is the first to move, he stands up and takes your hand and Bucky’s and goes on the couch. He sits down and puts you on his laps. Bucky takes your calf and cuddle against Steve. One of Steve’s arms is around your waist and the other is around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky has one arm around Steve waist and the other on your legs. You put your hand on each one of them that touches you.

After a moment of silence, you ask” Can we kiss again?”.

“Yes, please” they said in unison. “I want to see you kiss” you murmur. They don’t move, Steve’s blushing, while Bucky is looking at you. You put your hands on their chins and turn their faces, so they face each other. “Please, can I see you kiss?”. Your gentle command makes them move. Slowly they approach each other lips. When they start kissing, it’s sensual, loving and you get flustered. It’s hot, you never thought that looking at two people kissing would be this sexy. Then Bucky does something that makes Steve moans. You did once or twice hear him having someone around, but he has never moaned like that. Steve’s hand on your hip squeezes your flesh. Steve breaks the kiss first; Bucky bites his lower lip.

“You turn, doll face”, growls Bucky. You expect him to kiss you, but he does the same as you did, take your chin between his fingers, and make you face Steve. You kiss the blond; you try some of your trick to make him moan like Bucky and when you succeed you break the kiss and turn your intention on Buck. He smiles at you, and you smile back, before going to kiss him. With Bucky, each of you fight for dominance. You move on Steve’s lap and after a while, you feel him getting hard under you. Suddenly the reality of the situation strikes, and you start to panic.

You get up and say, “I’m going to the toilets”. Bucky and Steve watch you go, and they try not to laugh, because they recognise a pattern there.

Your room is next to the toilets and when you go out, you look at your bed and you really want to hide yourself. But why would you hide? You take a deep breath before going back in the living room.

They are whispering to each other, Bucky seems unhappy, while Steve tries to calm him down. “hey, guys!”, they turn their heads so fast, you’re sure they’re going to bump into each other and you giggle. “ehm, sorry to ran away, could we…could we go in my room? For more privacy?”

Steve is the first to get up, Bucky looks at you strangely “privacy of what? we are the only one here” he says in a cold voice.

“Bucky” warns Steve.

You sigh and smile “No he’s right Steve. Bucky, I know that we are alone, but I would feel better and safer in my room…because it’s new to me and I need to navigate around all of that…around this new us. If that makes sense?”

Bucky relaxes and nods, standing up, “makes sense, sorry.” You wait for them to come close to you before you take each of their hand and guide them into your room.

“Where do we sleep?”, you ask.

“Let’s just say, that we can sleep on our own or together, but no pressure” answers Steve. You smile and walk into your room, sitting on your bed facing them.

Bucky is the first to go lay and waits for Steve and you. “Doll, in the middle” he commands. You giggle and do as he say, loving the few times you find yourself engulf between those two sweet giants.

Steve follows you and sighs. “Love the smell of your sheets, sweetheart”. You smile at him and blushes.

“I use the same wash as you…”, he laughs softly and kisses your cheek.

“But it still smells like you.” He boops your nose and you giggle shyly. Bucky brings you close to him, and he kisses your neck, making you shudder.

“When did you know?”, he asks you.

“When I did know what, bucky?”

“That you liked both of us”.

This question, you’ve been asking it to yourself for weeks now. But honestly, it just came along the way. The fact that they opened their home for you, that they’ve always been there since. Always have a shoulder to lay on, someone to rely on. You’ve never felt alone since you moved in here. You tell them that and they both smile, Steve strokes your cheeks and Bucky your hip. You feel safe, understood, and complete.

Then, they both lean in and kiss you. A three-way kiss, that left you breathless and panting. You look at them and you smile, stroking their chin with your thumb, loving the difference of texture. Steve is shaved, while bucky always have a three-day beard. You pass your thumb on their lips and bucky groans, pupils wide, the blue of his eyes almost inexistant.

“You’ve freed the beast”, chuckles Steve, who’s biting his lip.

“Y/N, Sweetheart?”, whispers Steve. You try to focus on him, but flashback holds you in your terror.

You look between them, and you take a shaky breath. “Oh, yeah?”. Bucky nods and starts to pempers kisses on your cheek and neck.

“Can I kiss you doll?”. You nod and he kisses you tenderly, deeply, you let him have the dominance in that kiss. It feels good, but then his hands wonder on your body, and you start to panic. Bad memories coming back to you. You try to tell him to stop, but then Steve joins him and you freeze, panic taking hold of you, and you feel hopeless, unable to tell them to stop. You whimper and they stop everything they do and look at you. Your eyes are tearing up and you’re heaving, fright written on your face.

Bucky looks at Steve and he’s panicking; the blond understands he must be stronger for both of you. “Buck, it’s okay, she must have…”, they look at each other and remembered the time you came home totally shaking and afraid. It was just before you dump your last friend with benefits.

“Rumlow”, growls Bucky. “I’m gonna end him”.

You take bucky hand and holds it tight. “don’t leave me.”

“I’m not, I’m here doll.” You nod and looks at Steve.

“I won’t either, sweetheart, I’ll stay here with you. Just take a deep breath for us?”. You nod and do some breathing exercise, following what Steve does and then Bucky when he joins in.

“So-sorry”, you murmur, unable to look at them, fiddling with your nails. One hand goes on yours and then another.

“No need to be sorry”, they said in unison, their soothing voice calming you even more.

“it’s a lot.”

“Then we take our time.”, says Steve softly.

“Yeah, you’re stuck with us now”, jokes gently Bucky and that makes you smile.

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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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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 2 years

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All in there

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings | 18+ cum play, smut, kinda fingering, dirty talk

Word count | 487

Summary | the one where you get pregnant

A/n | so this is part of the same universe as my Drabbles bound and Squirming, Perfect, Shine, and Bun in the Oven, but can also be read as a stand alone fic as well😌

Masterlist

Bucky's cerulean eyes twinkled with awe as he scooped two fingers through the mess of yours, his own and Steve's cum that was dripping from between your folds. He collected some before pushing it back into you, causing your legs to jolt and a raw moan to leave your hips.

Steve huffed a chuckle, "C'mon, Buck. Leave the poor dame alone. We've been at it for ages." Steve lightly reprimanded, peering over at the two of you from where his attention had been previously caught in his book.

Bucky sighed through his nose and kissed your thigh softly.

"I jus' wanna make sure it's all in there." Bucky huffed and Steve snickered.

"I'm sure with the amount we pumped inta her, she'll be swelling with our child pretty quick." You let go of your own chuckle at that, wiggling your hips from where they rested on top of one of the pillows.

The soft light from the lamp that sat on the bedside table emitted a warm glow that highlighted Bucky's impish grin as he scooped over more cum back into you.

"Shit, Buck." You hissed, head dropping into the sheets as he sniggered at you. "It won't fit." You hissed.

Amusement in his eyes, Bucky didn't even look up as he said, "Oh, it'll fit doll."

You exchanged a worried glance to Steve, who only grinned in response. A sigh left your lips.

"Now that's just not fair." Steve said, but amusement still lit up his eyes.

Discarding his book, Steve leant over and pressed a long, languid kiss to your lips.

"Give him a second, sweetheart, and he'll get bored and try to get me hard again," Steve mumbled, before leaning closer to your ear, "because he's a slut who loves it up the ass." He added, a smirk on his lips as he whispered to you.

You both giggled as Bucky's ministrations halted, a furrow pulling at his brows.

"I can hear you, you know." He muttered as he climbed into Steve's lap, leaving you to settle into the pillows.

"We know, sweet cheeks. I just can't get enough of your cute pout you keep makin'." Steve chuckled, nipping at Bucky's lower lip.

Bucky remained stubborn for another moment, before he melted under Steve's gaze and leant in for a sweet kiss.

"Get some sleep, trouble." Steve whispered, "I'll fuck you in the morning." He murmured at last, leaving Bucky squirming in his arms and your own eyes as wide as saucers.

#stucky image #stucky x reader fluff #stucky x reader smut #stucky x reader #stucky fluff #stucky drabble #stucky smut #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut

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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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angelbaby-fics · 2 years

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Hewwo!! Sorry I have two blogs on here but my agere one is babybatdani. I was wondering if I could request a birthday themed fic? I am not a very happy little in May, especially on my birthday since they haven't been happy times. I was hoping that Bucky and Steve could surprise their little and make it a positive thing? Also I don't wike cake, but I love pie :) If you have time of course and no worries if you are too busy 🖤

Birthday Pie

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Cg!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY IM SO SORRY IM PUBLISHING THIS A WHOLE MONTH LATER 😭 I hope it's still able to bring you a little bit of joy anyways💕 also I combined it with the Build-A-Bear birthday request from my 🧸💗 nonnie because I just thought the idea was perfect! I've never actually been to BaB fro my birthday, maybe I should this year... why not? 🤔 well enjoy!! 💕🥳

You never looked forward to your birthdays. The calendar taunted you as it counted down to your special day. As the days drew nearer and your daddies didn’t say a word about it, you felt maybe this was for the best if they just forgot. At least then you wouldn’t have to bother getting through it this year. Having all the attention on you was awkward anyways. However, you were woken up on that dreaded day by Steve and Bucky, entering your room with a plate of waffles and a candle on top.

“Happy birthday, angel!” They said in unison, softly as you’d just awoken.

You didn’t answer, you only scrunched up your face and turned over in bed, your back now to the two men. Bucky handed the plate to Steve and moved closer, laying a warm hand on your back.

“Baby… what’s wrong?” He asked sweetly.

“Don’t wanna.” You grumbled under the blankets.

“Don’t wanna wake up? But we made waffles!”

“Don’t want… birthday. Don’t wike it.” You said, your voice getting softer with each word.

Steve blew out the candle that was dripping closer and closer to the waffle and sat the plate on your bedside table before joining Bucky at your side.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. We should have asked you first, but we wanted to surprise you.” He said.

“We had some things planned today, but if you want, we can just pretend it's a regular old day.” Bucky added.

This caught your interest. In the past, your birthdays had come and gone without much fanfare, and it had been a very long time since someone had planned something for you.

“What was the plans?” You asked shyly, and Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance.

“Well, first we were gonna take you to the mall and let you pick out your own presents.” Bucky began, and your eyes widened.

“Then, we were planning to meet up with the gang at the diner.” Steve continued, referring to the local spot that served your absolute favorite pie.

“And then, we would come home and smother you with all the love and kisses in the world. But we were gonna do that anyways.” Bucky concluded with a smile.

You thought to yourself for a moment. Part of your brain wanted to stay stubborn; all your birthdays had been bad, why should this one be any different? But none of your birthdays had been spent with Steve and Bucky before, so you decided to give it a chance.

“Well… can it just be us at the diner?” You bargained, deciding this would all be a lot easier without having so many people around. Bucky took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips.

“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. This is your day.” He said reassuringly.

You munched on your birthday breakfast while Steve picked out an outfit from your closet, and when you’d finished eating, he helped you get dressed. When your hair was all brushed and your shoes were tied, Bucky carried you down to the car and strapped you in. They made it clear that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger if you didn’t want to today.

When you arrived at the mall, the first place you stopped was Starbucks for your birthday treat. Normally, your daddies wouldn’t let you have this much sugar in one day, let alone in one morning, but neither of them made any complaints when you asked for the biggest, sweetest, prettiest drink they could make. You sipped your treat as Bucky carried you around the halls of the mall, making sure you could get a good look at each store and decide if it was one you wanted to go to.

You traveled from one corner of the shopping center to the other, boxes and bags decorating Steve’s arms as you went along. New clothes, stompy boots, blankets, playsets, and even a bag of sweets from the candy store. But now, at the very end of the mall, was the store you coveted the most: Build-A-Bear workshop.

You wriggled free from Bucky’s grasp and ran in ahead of him, unable to contain your excitement. You were in your zone, and immediately got to work inspecting the boxes of different furry friends for the one you wanted most. By the time you had chosen one, Steve and Bucky had caught up with you, and you dragged them over to the stuffing & heart station where suddenly you stopped. You slowly approached the employee sitting at the station, keeping your eyes to the ground.

“Hey there!” The cheery worker said. “Do you wanna pick out a heart?”

You nodded, inspecting the different patterns and designs on the silk hearts until you noticed an area reserved for special birthday hearts. You reached your hand out and proudly pulled one out.

“Oh, is it your birthday today?” The employee asked.

You nodded again, a shy smile sneaking to your face.

“Well happy birthday! Would you like to do your special heart ceremony?” They asked again, but this time you shook your head. Your social energy was already low on a good day, and interacting with a stranger right now was already a big enough task. You backed into Bucky and hid your face in his shirt.

“Hey, that's alright! The heart still works even if you don’t do the ceremony. I promise your special bear will always love you! Now, do you want him to be squishy, medium, or tough?”

You picked your preferred stuffy firmness, coming out a bit from your hiding spot in Bucky’s torso, to receive your bear stuffed just to your liking. You waved goodbye to the nice employee and headed over to the little washing station, where you brushed your stuffy’s soft fur. Now it was time for your favorite part: picking out an outfit! There were so many options, you could hardly see straight, when suddenly an idea popped into your head. “Since it’s my bear’s birthday too… can he pick anything he wants?” You asked, staring up at Steve and Bucky with the widest eyes you could manage.

Little did you know, they’d already had this idea, setting aside quite a large budget for your stuffy’s new wardrobe. You picked outfits similar to ones you owned yourself so you and the bear could match, and to your delight, they even had some of the Avengers outfits in little bear sizes! Naturally, you chose the Captain America costume to always remind you of your daddy. Finally, it was time to check out, and you opted to forgo the cardboard carrying box in favor of getting to carry your stuffy in your arms for the rest of the day.

When you left the mall and reached the car in the parking lot, your stomach was already grumbling. “Can I have my candies?” You asked, but Steve shook his head.

“You gotta save room for your pie, babydoll!” He laughed as he closed the trunk full of all your new treasures and came over to your car seat to ruffle your hair before getting in the driver’s seat.

You had totally forgotten about your lunch date at the diner! Bucky asked what you wanted to listen to as he hooked his phone up to the car speaker and you pulled out of the parking lot.

When you pulled up to the local spot, Steve turned around in his seat and told you to stay put, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car.

“What’s papa doin’?” You asked Bucky, who turned around and smiled at you. “If I told you, it would ruin the surprise! Do you wanna know the surprise so you can be more comfortable, or do you want to wait?” He asked, knowing your boundaries but still wanting to give you some room to choose.

You thought about it for a moment, unsure of how much time you had to make your choice before Steve came back out to reveal whatever he’d done. Your Steve… you trusted him, didn’t you? You trusted him to know you as well as Bucky did just now, you trusted that he wouldn’t plan something for you that would make you uncomfortable or anxious. It had always been of utmost importance to Bucky and Steve that you were able to communicate your needs so that they could take care of you as best as possible.

“I can wait… see what papa does. Is it gonna be good?” You asked, and Bucky laughed.

“You know your papa, of course it’s gonna be good.”

Just then, Steve exited the diner and returned to the car, sticking his head in the doorway. “Well, come on in, slowpokes! Your pie’s getting cold!” He joked, and you clapped, kicking your legs in excitement as you waited for him to come around and unstrap you.

Steve carried you into the diner on his hip, one hand on your bottom with the other holding Bucky’s. He took you to the farthest corner of the diner where multiple tables had been reserved, so nobody would bother you while you had your special treat. On all of the tables were plate after plate of every flavor of pie the diner made, and even some they’d concocted special for you when Steve had secretly called earlier in the day to let them know you were coming.

Your jaw dropped. You’d never seen this much pie in your life! One pie in the middle of the biggest table had candles sticking out, and Bucky walked over to light them one by one.

“Do you want us to sing, or do you just want to make a wish and blow your candles out?” Steve asked.

You looked around. The diner wasn’t that full, most of the people inside being employees you’d seen a dozen times before, so you decided sitting through the happy birthday song wouldn’t be so hard, or too embarrassing. As Steve and Bucky sang, you looked up at them in adoration, lost in the two sets of hypnotizing blue eyes. When the song finished and you leaned forward to blow out your candles, you could only wish for things to stay exactly as they are.

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Breakfast In Bed (Fluff)

Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a short fluff with a hint of spiciness in it. My first fluff so let me know what ya’ll think. Enjoy!

Word Count: 650+ words

Summary: After a night or drinking and very suggestive proposals, you wake up in Steve and Bucky’s bed extremely embarrassed.

Warnings: none other than some implied sexy times

Breakfast In Bed

The sunlight stirs me awake. I sit up and checked my surroundings. I wasn’t in my own bedroom. Then my memories flood back to the other night. I was in my neighbors’ bed. I blush.

Last night, the couple invited me over to for dinner as we’d had a very cool, civil relationship with each other. But I was anything but cool and civil. After some drinks, I was being extremely suggestive and forward. Instead of taking me back to my apartment though, they were kind enough to let me stay in their bed. Alongside them.

I was determined to apologize for my behavior. Just as I was about to get out of bed, Bucky comes out of the bathroom only in boxers with a toothbrush in his mouth. I gawked but quickly recovered as he is a married man.

“Sleepyhead! You’re up. I have a shower running for you.” He says, smiling playfully at me.

“Not before she has her breakfast.” Steve says as he enters the room with a breakfast tray table full of food. It looked and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this is all so very sweet.” If I could move, I’d pinch myself. This had to be a dream. Two gorgeous men catering…to ME. Absolutely maddening.

“It’s nothing, doll.” Steve sets the tray in front of me before placing a kiss on top of my head.

“Steve. James,” I address them. “I want to apologize. You’re a lovely couple and I always have such a great time around you guys. I was super inappropriate yesterday when I suggested…ya know,” I cringed. “I don’t want to screw up the little friendship that I have. Moving to New York was such a huge change for me and you’ve been so kind and welcoming to me. Is there anyway we could forget all the weird things I said and start all over?”

The boys blinked at me, before bursting out in a fit of laughter.

I blinked in confusion. “What’s so funny?” I gave a nervous laugh.

“You really don’t remember what happened last night?” Bucky says, shaking his head in disbelief

“Not at all. Other than me acting like a complete idiot and then crashing on your bed.” I say as I looked down at my breakfast, touching my index fingers together.

I feel the bed sinking on either side of me and my head shot up to see the two very muscular, handsome, and barely clothed men seated to my right and left.

Steve puts a hand on mine. “Well, let us jog your memory. After a couple drinks, you were suggesting us all to being a ‘throuple’ I believed you called it.”

“You mentioned us having really great chemistry together. And we agreed.” Bucky continues, his fingers curling at the ends of my hair.

My breathing quickens, looking back and forth between them.

“In fact, we let you know that we’ve felt the same about you. It’s part of why we wanted to invite you to dinner. To propose the idea.” Steve says, sliding closer to you.

“R-really?”

They both nod. “So, what’ll it be, doll? Will you be our girl?” Now Bucky was also closer to you.

“Yes.” You answered a little too eager for your liking. They found it to be endearing.

“You’ll fit right in.” Bucky smirks. “Also, I still have that shower running for you. Was hoping we could hop in together.”

“Ah, ah. She still has to finish her breakfast.”

“Okay, you join me then, captain.” He winks before heading back to the bathroom.

Steve smiles at his lovable idiot before turning to me. “Eat up, doll. You’re going to need the energy for what we have planned for you today,” He removes his scantily-clad shirt. “Feel free to join us once you’ve finished your meal.” He smirks, leaving me in bed alone.

And I swear I’ve never eaten french toast so fast.

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sosa2imagines · 5 months

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My drunk boyfriends

"OH MY ODIN!!"

Let's just say hiding asgardian mead in empty juice bottles inside the kitchen was not a good idea but Thor thought differently. So when the poor innocent super soldiers were thirsty without thinking much just took each bottle and drank it all.

You weren't sure what it was when you heard noises in the kitchen maybe someone is hungry, maybe someone is cleaning or maybe Thor is searching for poptarts literally anything. But this was something else. There were snacks all over the place. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops along with the two massive super soldiers sitting on top of the kitchen island giggling like kids with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Bucky Bucky" Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth "Yes Stevie" Bucky sang taking one for himself "Eating cookie?" "No Stevie" "Telling lies" "No Stevie." "Open your mouth" "Ha! Ha!" "What are you two doing?" Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme staring at your boyfriends both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. "Nothing Y/n" Steve gave you a dopey grin his baby blue eyes twinkling, snickering at his boyfriend attempting to stab a juice box with the straw. "Too hard!!" Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration trying to get his straw in to no avail looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. Trying to hide your smile you helped him pushing the straw in and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you. "you like herrrrrr" Steve howled making Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. "BUCKY HAS A CRUSH" Steve started to shout making you laugh. "She's my girlfriend" Bucky giggled at the last word, Steve's eyes lit up, a classic plan began to manifest now he was struggling with a juice box and gave it to you with puppy eyes you roll your eyes and helped him this time Bucky teased him "You like herrr" Steve blushed but unlike Bucky he didn't say your are his girlfriend in fact he asked you "Will you be my girlfriend?" Trying hard not to laugh you told him "We've been dating for 2 years you dork" you watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable and he started to giggle "I have a girlfriend" and suddenly he gasped "I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend how cool is that?" Bucky's eye widen "I have a boyfriend and girlfriend too, Steve leave your boyfriend become my boyfriend" "Bucky leave your boyfriend I will become your boyfriend" "Okay" "You dorks you both are already dating each other and me too!" you quickly told them before they can repeat the rant again. Both of them high fived each other going back to their snacks. Suddenly Steve had another idea and whispered something in Bucky's ear. "Come on Buck" he gets off the counter. "Where are you going?" Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky raised his hands, hoping to silently communicate. "Sit down finish your snacks and go to bed" you felt like you were talking to toddlers. "We wanna fly in Tony's suit!" Bucky demanded. "I can't believe I'm saying this" pinching the bridge of your nose "NO you can't just go take Tony's suit and go flying, now finish your juice boxes and go to bed" "NOOOO" Steve cried jumping onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive teddy bear giving you his best puppy eyes matching his equally ridiculous boyfriend. "WE DON'T WANNA GO TO BED" both said in unison with teary eyes. "Loves" "Please" Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while you mentally face palm yourself. "No! you cannot go flying! You'll end up hurting yourself " you gasped as Steve and Bucky had stopped listening to you they were back to eating more cookies. "Soft" Steve whispered giving Bucky's ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another cookie into his mouth.

You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. "What in god's name?" Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle "Thor Odinson" you smiled while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate "Guess Thor left some of his mead in the juice bottles" "Who would've thought this would be their downfall" he mused beside you suddenly your eyes widen with shock "Oh I think clothes are coming" you warned Tony but Steve's shirt flew right on his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed. "I'm hot!!" Steve said "also I'm sleepy now" He yawned, "Okay, someone call an end to this" Tony covered his eyes while talking to you, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to your shared bedroom. "Y/n, I'm assuming terminator is behaving?" "Yeah, I" even before you can finish you were met with your boyfriend's Henley followed by his joggers landing on your head and you squealed when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. Steve quickly stood next to him holding your hands and you looked at Tony for some help in the awkward position you're at the moment only for him to shake his head before falling down when his foot got wrapped in one of the jeans on the floor. "Buck, where are we going?!" He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. "Oh good idea" Steve murmured seemingly heard what Bucky mumbled. "Nap time" they mumbled sleepily, taking you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest and stomach as a pillow. "Cuddles" both said in unison "Mhm...then you both get cuddles baby boys" you giggled, caressing your fingers through their hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable they both are.

"Lets get married tomorrow" Steve suddenly said making you wide your eyes and Bucky looked like he was thinking about something "yes we can go to narnia" making you laugh even though they are drunk you know they are talking truthfully you three love each other alot, often in between the topic of marriage was mentioned and you all were on the same page and had decided when the time is right you will get married so you went back to playing with their hair and they let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway as Tony was complaining about who is going clean the mess.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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'Til the end of the line and back

Chapter 11: A small break.

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warning: fluff, kissing, cuddling, lil itty bitty bit of angst, mentions of nightmares

A/N: I think it was about time these guys just spent some time together! Let me know your thoughts!

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Ch. 10

Bucky’s lips were soft against yours. Your reply had barely rolled off your tongue when he pulled you in, unable to hold back the need to kiss you any longer. His hold on you tightened as if you would disappear if he let go. Both of you are breathless as you pull away slightly. Bucky rests his forehead against yours. Steve clears his throat besides you.

“I would very much like to be included.”

You laugh as you and Bucky open your arms to allow Steve closer. He kisses you first and then Bucky. The three of you stay like that for some time. Sharing kisses and lingering touches until the light in the living room turns on.

“Finally.” Nat says from the hallway. Her presence causes you to pull away from each other. She’s still bruised and although she won’t show it she’s also in pain. That doesn’t stop the genuine smile she has.

“Is everything ok Nat?” Steve asks, a little bit annoyed at the intrusion.

“Adam had a nightmare and won’t calm down until he sees you.”

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” You nod before turning to both men. Each of them receives a kiss on the cheek before you get up. “I’ll see you later.”

“Ok, take your time.” Bucky says as they watch you walk out of the living room.

“Whatever you’re going to say, don't.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, Rogers. I’m just very happy that you three finally got your shit together.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he gets up from the couch.

“I’m going back to bed.”

“Me too, you should get some rest Nat.”

“Yeah, Yeah. Don’t think I’m gonna let this slide, I want details.” She yells after them with a satisfied grin on her face.

Adam’s panicked eyes met yours as you made your way into his room. He reaches out waiting for you to grab his hand.

“It felt so real. They made me watch while they hurt you.” He says on a shaky breath.

“Hey it’s ok, I’m here.”

You sat at the edge of the bed and ran your fingers through his hair. Adam finally started to relax back into the bed and his breathing evened out but his eyes stayed on you. Adam had been your friend since childhood and you knew that look well. It was the one he would give you if you got in trouble because of him.

“Adam, none of this is your fault you know that right?”

“How can you say that? I should have kept you safe before this. I don’t even know why you would even want me in your life anymore. You were right to run away from me that day at the bookstore.”

“That’s enough,” you say sternly and turn away from him. “It wasn’t your fault Jackson owed money and that he did what he did. And it wasn’t your fault that hydra used me for their experiments and it wasn’t your fault that they chased us after the bar. If anything you should stay away from me. Now I really have a target on my back and they could use you to get to me.”

This wasn’t working out the way you hoped. It was just the two of you taking turns freaking out.

“No way, I’m not staying away from you. Besides, I have black widow on my side.”

You chuckled as you looked back at him. Adam gives you a sad smile.

“So we aren’t going to stop being friends.”

“What just because you’re an avenger now I’m not good enough?”

“Exactly. I’m glad we had this talk, it was fun while it lasted.” You say making Adam smile genuinely.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- it was almost seven years. Sometimes it still feels like I’m going to wake up and you’re still gone.”

“Never apologize Adam. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you. Not knowing what happened. But I’m here now and I’m never leaving again. Now let’s get comfy because I’m staying until you fall back asleep.”

“Ok.” He said as he shuffled to give you some space on the bed. You laid next to him and played with his hair some more, using your abilities to make sure he wouldn’t have another nightmare.

The sun is starting to rise when you finally make it back upstairs to the hallway your room is in. Sleep is the only thing on your mind and you head straight to your room. You can’t help but smile when you open the door. Bucky and Steve are sleeping in your bed, as if they had been waiting for you. You walk over to the side of the bed that has an empty space and lay down. Hands immediately find your waist and you’re pulled back into a firm chest.

“Morning, Pinky.” Bucky’s voice is still heavy with sleep.

“Morning, Buck.”

“How’s Adam?”

“Better now.”

“Good, get some sleep.” He says before kissing your shoulder and drifting back to sleep. Soon enough you feel Steve’s hand resting on your waist too and you smile again.

You could get used to this.

When you wake up it’s just a bit later in the morning. Your face is pressed against a hard, well defined and shirtless chest and you’re pleasantly surprised to find Steve being the one holding you. A smile graces your lips as you wrap your arm around his waist in order to keep him as close as possible.

“Good Morning sweetheart.”

“Morning, shouldn’t you be out running or something?”

“Are you kicking me out already?” He teases.

“Well something must be up when you’re in bed but Bucky isn’t.”

“Maybe I just wanted to spend some extra time with my girl, ever think of that?” He kisses your forehead.

“No but it sounds nice. Maybe your girl would like some more kisses.”

“I can do that.”

Steve moves so that he hovers over you. He kisses your forehead, one cheek then the other, followed by placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and finally his lips are on yours. There’s no rush to the kiss, as if you have all the time in the world. And for the next few minutes you do. It’s sweet kisses, smiles and soft touches. Your hands travel up and down his back and chest as his lips move down your jaw towards your neck.

“Steve.” You call out breathily.

“Hhmm?”

“We should um- maybe..”

“Hey Y/N if you’re up for it… oh my god!” Wanda had walked into your room without knocking. She covers her eyes and turns around quickly. Steve moves so he’s laying on his side. “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to just walk in.”

“I’ll find you in a minute Wanda.”

“Yeah, no- no worries. Take your time.” She stutters out before the door closes.

Steve wastes no time, he quickly moves to kissing your neck again and his hands are on your waist.

“Steve, I have to go.” You laugh as you try to pull away. But Steve just keeps pulling you back.

“She said for you to take your time.”

“It’s just an expression. I have to see what she wants.”

He lets out a frustrated groan as he finally lets you go. His perfect pink pout makes you laugh as you grab some clothes and walk into your bathroom to do a quick version of your morning routine. When you walk back out Steve is still laying down on your bed which is unusual for him.

“Is everything ok with you? You’re usually up and either out for a run or in the gym by now.”

“For the first time in a long time,” Steve sits up and reaches out for you, you place your hand in his and he pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a soft kiss. “Yes, everything is more than ok. How could it not be? I have Bucky and I have you.”

You smile up at him.

“Good. I want this to work. I want us to be happy.”

“We are and we will be.” He says as he shifts to try and keep you in bed longer.

“Don’t even think about it. I have to go find Wanda.”

“Fine, But you owe me.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” You give him another kiss and head toward the door. “See you later.”

After apologizing to Wanda and her apologizing to you she finally explains that she wanted to train with you more. Since your full abilities had been unlocked she thought it would be good for you to practice in a safe space. Hours went by and you were both exhausted but thrilled to be able to fight like Wanda did. There was still so much left to learn and you were thankful Wanda had set up a training schedule for you.

“So you and Steve?” She says as you walk toward the door of the training room. “What about Bucky, I thought you were in love with him?”

“Only Nat knows so please don’t tell anyone else.”

“Promise.”

“They both asked me last night to be their girl and I said yes.”

“Like you’re dating both of them?” She looks at you a bit confused.

“Yes and they’re dating each other too.”

“Hhmm,” she puts an arm over your shoulder and smiles. “As long as you’re happy I am too. And if they break your heart I’ll break them.”

You laugh, “I’ll let them know that.”

“No, I'll do it. Once I talked with Natasha.”

“Should I be scared for their well-being?”

“Not if they treat you right. Now come on, let's freshen up and we can talk about it more during lunch.”

“I’d like that.”

Wanda and you talked for a while, especially when Nat showed up. It was good to have a little piece of normalcy considering the constant chaos that had happened in the previous days. Your mind however kept going back to Steve and Bucky. Specifically how you hadn’t seen Bucky all day which was unusual. You leave the girls and head toward Bucky’s room but find it empty, Steve’s is empty too. If there aren’t any current missions you know they like to either hang out with Sam or hit the gym so you decide to take a break in your room.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers sat on your nightstand along with a note. You smile as you get closer and inhale the sweet scent of the flowers. When you open the note you see Steve’s handwriting.

Meet us by the lake at 5.

-S

The alarm clock on the nightstand lets you know you have about 15 minutes to get ready. You head to your closet and grab one of your more comfortable dresses and some sandals. Changing quickly and fixing your hair slightly you do a once over in the mirror. There’s no time for makeup but that's fine because they’ve seen you without it plenty of times.

Once you reach the lake you see Bucky and Steve sitting on a blanket. There were a few pillows thrown around, a picnic basket and a Bluetooth speaker which Bucky was connecting to his phone. But more interesting was the easel set up to the side. There was a stool and a small portable table next to it holding painting supplies.

“Hey.” You called out when you were close enough. They both turn and smile brightly at you.

Steve was in a green t-shirt and jeans while Bucky had on his regular black t-shirt and jeans, they looked good. Bucky reaches you first and doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his arms around and crashing his lips to yours.

“You look beautiful.” He says sweetly, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen before and a certain ease about him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself, both of you.”

Steve steps up behind you and places his hands on your hip. He kissed your shoulder until you turned and he was able to place a kiss on your lips.

“What’s this for?”

“We wanted to surprise you. We wanted to take you out on a proper first date but with everything that’s happened we thought staying close to home was better.” Bucky explains. “For now.”

“Well I still appreciate it.” You smile sweetly at them. “What are the art supplies for?”

“For you, I’ve got my sketchbook and Bucky has a book he’s been wanting to read.”

You walked over to the easel and looked over the supplies.

“These are what Adam brought the other day.”

“Yeah, he said it’d been a while since you painted, even before hydra.”

“It has.” You say as you begin to imagine what you would fill the canvas with. Steve places a wine glass beside you and a kiss on your cheek before sitting down on the blanket. Bucky sits next to him, book in one hand the other around Steve’s waist. You smile as you pick up a pencil and start drawing an outline. Suddenly inspired by the scenery and both men in front of you.

Music played softly as Bucky read, Steve sketched and you began painting. The smile never left your lips the longer you added color to the canvas. Hands wrapped around your waist, it was the only thing to pull you from your little bubble of concentration.

“This looks amazing, love.” Bucky’s voice rings in your ear. His eyes scanned the unfinished painting. The lake is the main focal point but wildflowers fill the edges. Vibrant colors give the image just the right touch and bring everything together. On a small scale you added a picnic, much like the one you’re at right now, with three figures. “Is this us?”

“Yeah, but I think I’m done for now. Thank you for this, both of you.”

“You don’t have to thank us. We just wanted to spend time with you, sweetheart.”

As much as you try you can’t stop smiling, you can’t remember a time you felt this happy. Bucky takes your hand and leads you to the blanket. He sits down first and you follow. Sitting between Bucky’s legs you lay back against his chest. Steve moves around until his head is laying on your lap and you begin to play with his hair. His eyes flutter shut and he sighs happily.

“I could spend the rest of my life like this.” Bucky said as his arms wrapped around you. You turn your head to look up at him as he begins to leave soft kisses on your shoulder. He moves slowly up your neck and then your jaw until his lips are on yours. After a few short sweet kisses you pull back and rest your head against his shoulders.

“You know, you two keep kissing and leaving me out of it. It’s starting to hurt my feelings.”

“You know what, Rogers? You’re the only person that has made out with both of us, so you can sit there and watch.” You say as you look down on him. Bucky chuckles behind you as he takes your chin in his hand and tips your head back.

“I think we should give him a show.”

His lips are on yours before you’ve had a chance to respond. The few kisses you’ve shared with him have been soft and sweet. This one is the opposite and it doesn’t take long for him to deepen it either. Bucky tilts your head back slightly before his tongue is exploring your mouth. A small moan escapes your lips. You’re pulled from Bucky and without much chance to breathe your lips crash against Steve’s. He pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him, causing your dress to ride up while Bucky chuckles behind you.

“You’re a menace.” You tell Steve when you’re finally able to pull back.

He smirks before pulling Bucky in for a kiss of their own. You watch as they deepen the kiss, your hands moving up Steve’s chest so they rest on his shoulders. They smile at each other, if it weren’t because you’re sitting on Steve’s lap you’d think you were intruding on an intimate moment between lovers but then they look at you. The same adoring gaze they had for each other is now directed at you. It was almost too intense to be the center of attention. Warmth spreads in your chest the longer you stay in their embrace.

Like in the early morning hours you traded soft touches and lingering kisses. You’d moved from straddling Steve to laying down between them and watching the stars. The three of you were just as content with conversation as you were in silence.

You move until your head is resting on Bucky’s chest, sighing when you feel Steve get closer behind you. He drapes an arm around both you and Bucky and you watch as they intertwine their fingers. The three of you fit perfectly together and although you knew trying times were on their way you couldn’t be bothered to worry about them. You pushed away the thoughts of missions and injuries, reports to file and debriefs. The only thing that had your attention were the two men that had made you fall madly in love with them.

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bubblessunshinehoney · 1 year

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Roommates (stucky AU) pt2

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A/N: part 2 is here guyssss! I hope you will enjoy it as much as the first one! It's always some mind gymnastic to write a threesome. but it's also so much fun.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

TW: angst, past trauma with a bad misogyn ex. smut, fluffy cute one. Protected sex (p in v), fingering, blowjob, threesome. Love...lots of it. steve and bucky (biggest warning)

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not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own.

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3

Three weeks later, and you all navigate into the new “us”. You just kiss and sometimes make out, nothing more. You stroked their dicks, but they never succeed on touching you more that above your clothes. The trauma being too fresh in your mind. You feel bad. You can feel that they’re holding back. You’ve told them they could have sex together when you weren’t home, but they said no. They want to do it with you. The three of you or nothing.

“I don’t know how to get over it, Nat”, you sniffle onto her shoulder.

“Talk to them, angel. They’re clearly waiting for you to tell them everything so they can help you.” You can only nod.

You come home after your afternoon with Nat, and you enter the appartement with some romantic music and candles lighting everywhere. You look around and they’re waiting for you at the dinner table.

“We thought of doing a little romantic dinner.”, declares Bucky and even in the dim light you can see him blush and you smile softly at him.

“That’s a brilliant idea, I love it…”, you smile sheepishly, almost telling them that you love them, and they come closer to hug you.

“How are you, sweetheart?”, asks Steve kissing your head.

You sigh and nuzzle between them, needing to feel their warmth and breath them in to calm your nerves.

“We need to talk”, you whisper. You feel Bucky tense and you hold him tighter. “We are good, the three of us. It’s about…me…of my…of me and Rumlow.”

Steve nods and kisses your head again. You lead them to the couch, and you let everything out.

You tell them how rude, disrespectful, and awful he was with you. You explain how he never listened to you, always pushing you, forcing you to have sex sometimes, and that you were too afraid to walk away, until Nat helped you and you stopped seeing him.

Bucky is clenching his fists beside you, while Steve strokes your thigh, nodding and looking at you when you speak.

Steve smiles at you when you’re done speaking, Bucky holds you close to him, and they say together “thank you for telling us, love.” You relax against Bucky and holds Steve’s hands. You stay in a comfortable silence, then Bucky shifts slightly behind you.

“That’s why you can’t go further with us?”, you nod, a little bit ashamed. They seem to agree on something because Steve nods after he looked at Bucky.

“What if we give you total control, sweetheart? Would you feel less anxious?”. You look at them both, seeing only trust and love in their eyes.

“Really?”

Bucky kisses your cheek. “Yes, we want you to feel good with us, to feel free. And we know to have sex with one person can be already overwhelming so with 2? Mama Mia”, he chuckles. You smile and nods.

“I like that, I mean…not being dominant, but to have control. To know I have it.”

“You will always have it, sweetheart. If we start and you want to stop, you can say so. If we are in the middle of it, that you already cum and you want to stop, we can stop.”

“Oh my god, the last one is mean, Steve. I help you finish first and then we stop.” They chuckle.

“Most important doll, it’s to communicate, okay?” adds Bucky. You nod and turns your head to kiss him. He groans and kisses you back harder. “And now, I want to communicate you, that I’m so in love with you and that I want you so bad, but we can take all the time you need.”

You gasp… he’s in love with you?

Steve takes hold of your chin and kisses you softly, tenderly. “I’m so in love with you too, sweetheart.”

You gasp again… he’s in love with you?

They’re in love with you?

“You love each other?”, it’s the only thing your brain can think of. They laugh softly.

“We do, baby”, they reply together.

“I’m in love with both of you too”, you murmur.

It may seem quick. That you’re going too fast, but one thing you’ve learn about love is that there’s no timeline, no right way to do it, you just need to feel it. You bring Steve against you, letting him kiss bucky, you look at them from under and you smile. You love to be engulfed between them. You loved to feel their chest rumble with desire, feel their lust growing, their warmth becoming even stronger.

Bucky holds you close, Steve too, you can’t move, and you don’t want too. You feel safe, understood, listen. And you feel slightly stupid to have taken so much time to tell them everything.

“Don’t”, murmurs Bucky. You look up. “I know what you’re thinking about, you told us when you were ready, we don’t rush this kind of things. I’m happy”. He looks at Steve. “We are happy you told us now, and we love you.”

You smile and kiss him softly, too softly apparently, because he holds the back of your head and kisses you harder, deepening the kiss. You pant when he lets you go. Steve is smirking and you blush.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”, he says kissing you tenderly.

Two weeks later, you’re all watching a movie, you tend to watch it, but you can’t focus. The simple touch of their fingers or hands on your body make you shiver with desire. They seem to not realise it…but they do. They’re just waiting for you to say something, to ask them, to tell them what you want.

“Guys”, you sigh. They look at you, brow up and little smiles on their lips. “Can we go to a room and make out?”, you ask with a blush. Bucky is quick to hoist you onto his shoulder, while Steve chuckles and turns off the tv and the lights in the living room.

“Thought you would never ask, doll!”, growls Bucky. You gasp when he slaps your ass. You lift your head to see Steve close and he strokes your face.

“We’re gonna take care of you, sweetheart.” His voice is deep, deeper than usual and you clench around nothing.

Bucky puts you gently on the bed and hovers you, lust written on his face and in his eyes, you moan at that, and you put your hands on your mouth. How can he make you moan without touching you.

Steve chuckles and lays beside you, his hand on your thigh and you open your leg, letting bucky settles better between them. This time your moan is louder. He’s hard as a rock. “See, doll? I’m ready for you.” You turn your head to look Steve up and down and…fucking hell the bulge in his pants is ready to burst.

“Yeah, see what you do to me too, sweetheart?”

From there, your brain can think of one thing, have them naked and all for you. You kiss Bucky hard, tugging at his shirt, his pants, he’s quick to comply being the first naked and you push him to lay on the bed, stroking his body, kissing him all over. Then you turn to Steve and proceed to do the same. Soon they’re both naked in front of you and you have one hand on each of their thigh. You smile and stroke their leg. They’re groaning, letting you have your way. You’re in total control.

“Can I touch you, sweets?”. They nod eagerly, dreaming to have your hands around them, they’re holding their pinkies. You wrap your hands around their cock, and they moan. Fuck that’s beautiful.

Bucky looks at you, licking his lips. “Too many clothes, doll. Want to see you too…ple-ase?”, he moans.

You nod and let go of their cock, they groan at the loss of touch, but soon they’re biting their lips, holding their pinkies tighter, because you are taking off your clothes. When you are as bare as them, you start to make yourself smaller, but they have none of that. They sit up and kiss every part they can put their mouth on, and you relax. Their kisses are sweet, caring, loving, hot. They work in tandem, making you feel so much at the same time. The roughness of Bucky’s beard, the smoothness of Steve lips. They add their hands, you shiver of pleasure, they lay you between them, their warmth is surrounding you. And you feel safe, you know that they are watching every reaction of yours to make sure you’re okay. You told them that sometimes you can’t find your voice when you have sex. So instead of a safeword, you agreed on a touch. If you pinch them both twice, it means “we need to stop”.

They continue to kiss you, to explore your body with their mouth and fingers. Then it hits you, how it’s going to work? Like you’re three in this, you never had two cocks inside you and... Steve is kissing you deeply.

“Don’t overthink now, let’s see what we want, okay?”. You can’t stop the giggle. How can he read your mind always amazed you. “And I have an idea…if you want my opinion on how we can all enjoy it.” You nod, blushing. “Well, I know that Bucky is dying to be in your pussy, like dying to feel you”, Bucky growls onto your neck, agreeing. “And I would love to know what that mouth can do”, he smiles and kisses you softly.

“That sounds perfect, Stevie.”, you whisper, you feel Bucky throbs and you can’t repress your moan. “Just need some preparation, because you’re both big…like bigger bigger.” They chuckle and their hands are on you again. You don’t know whose fingers are stroking your inside and which ones are rubbing your clit. You can only differ which mouth is sucking on your nipple, and which one is sucking on your neck.

You gasp when you feel yourself cumming, you hold on to their neck and arch your back, moaning loudly, they growl feeling you gush on their fingers and they kiss each other hard above you, making you moan more and clench around…Steve fingers by the way he’s groaning. You’re panting, feeling more relax you’ve ever been. They smile at you, and you hear the sound of a package opening, then you admire Bucky rolling the condom on his cock.

“Which position you want doll?”, he asks you softly, making you shiver.

“Missionary?”, you look at Steve, “we can try to change how we are so I can turn my head and blow you?”. He smiles and nods.

“Let see how we can do that.”

After a few minutes you find the perfect position for everyone to enjoy it. Steve stay beside you for now and he looks at Bucky, then back at you and he smiles widely. Then Bucky kisses you and rubs his cock up and down your slit and you arch your back. When he finally starts to push in, you clasp your hands on his shoulders and you look deep into his baby blue eyes, he bottoms out gently, you can feel every ridge of him, and you moan when your pelvis touches his. He waits for you to tell him, he can move and when you give him the greenlight, he starts to thrust and…you never felt like this in your life.

His movements are perfect, he hits every spots that make your toes tingle, and the roll of his hips when he’s balls deep, its incredible and you can’t describe it.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me”, groans Bucky, kissing down your neck and up your jaw. You turn your head to give him more space and you are eye to eye with Steve’s dick…and it’s as impressive as the one that’s inside you. You moan and lean in to take the tip in your mouth. Steve hisses and strokes your face.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Sweetheart”.

After that, the only noise is the tree of you panting, moaning, groaning. The squelching sound of bucky thrusting and your soft gags when Steve thrusts into your mouth.

Steve passes his hand between Bucky and you, and he finds your clit again, rubbing it gently. Bucky moans deeply. “Fuck, she’s clenching harder Steve, don’t stop.” The blond smirks and goes a bit harder, wishing to see you and Buck cum undone.

You cross eyed and then they roll back. You moan around Steve, feeling your orgasm building. The knot in your lower tummy tightens, then snap and you cum hard. Bucky loses his pace and bites your shoulder, cumming too. Your mouth hangs open, you’re panting and your walls flutter around Bucky’s cock. The brown pants against your skin and pampers kisses on it.

“Fuck, doll, you did so well. My good girl, you were amazing.”. The praise makes you clench more and Bucky chuckles. “Does my good doll have a praise kink?”.

“maybe”, you whisper.

Steve laughs softly and clears his throat. “You won’t leave me out, don’t you, my beloveds?”. Bucky rests on his elbows and looks at Steve’s cock, red and shining with your spit and his precum.

“Nah, we won’t do that, right doll?”. You shake your head, still a bit floating after your orgasm. Bucky pulls out and you whine a little. “Soon, I’ll be back inside you, doll, and you’ll cum more than once.”

You roll on your stomach and kiss Steve’s hip. Bucky follows what you’re doing and soon, you work in tandem, making Steve crazy. He’s panting and holding the back of your heads. You go suck on his balls, while bucky sucks on his head. You join in the middle of his shaft and change roles. You finally meet at his tip and make out together. Then Bucky winks at you and make you suck on one of his fingers, that disappear under Steve’s balls and the blond moans loudly, when Bucky rubs his tight hole. Your eyes go wide when you realise what the brown is doing, and you smirk.

Soon enough, Steve is a moaning mess and squirming under your ministrations. “Where do you wanna cum, Stevie”, growls Bucky.

“Your mouth, Buck.” You squeak and they both look at you with a tender smile. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart. Buck…is incredible”. The concerned one laughs and kisses you.

“Lay back and admire, doll face.” You go snuggle Steve’s side, realising how tired you are.

Then Bucky makes a show for the both of you, he’s deepthroating Steve, sucking his balls, fucking his pucker hole with his tongue and fingers. The blond holds onto your side and moans, arching his back, whispering Bucky’s name and then he hiccups.

“Gonna cum!”, at that Bucky deepthroats him and Steve loose it, cumming inside his mouth with a deep groan and you can only look and admire it. Admire them.

Bucky pulls of and licks his lip. “Wanna taste, doll?”. You nod and sit up to get to him and you kiss him passionately, deeply, making him moan and holds you close. He brings you back onto Steve side and he kisses him tenderly, the blond is like jelly and can’t really kiss him back. You kiss his neck and nip at it; he squeezes your hip and moans softly.

You all snuggle, drawing patterns on Steve’s chest and fiddling with Buck’s fingers. After a few minutes, Bucky is the first to speak.

“How do you feel, doll?”. You smile.

“I’m great. More than that.” Bucky strokes your cheek, while Steve strokes your side. “And you, guys?”

“Amazing”, they sing together.

“No unwelcomed feelings, sweetheart?”, worries Steve.

“Not at all, not all. I felt safe from beginning to end, and so good. You both made me feel like a goddess”.

“That’s because you are”, huffs playfully Bucky.

“I love you guys, so much.”

“I love you too”, they almost say in sync, making you laugh softly. Steve hugs you both tightly and kisses the top of your heads.

One thing is absolutely crystal clear, you never want to leave that appartement anytime soon. You are in love with your roommates, and they’re in love with you too.

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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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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Can you do a stucky x little! Reader, where little reader has a lot of nightmares but doesn’t tell them and ends up falling asleep during breakfast and there really concerned

Little terrors

Stucky x little reader

Pronouns: they/them (gender neutral so anyone can read)

Warnings: age regression, names like dada baby, dovey etc., items like paci, stuffy, sippy, items for littlespace

Word count: 1,356

This is zephyr, the stuffy mentioned ⬇️

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Late nights, so many really late frustrated lonely nights, its not like you couldn't go to anyone, infact several times bucky or steve have come out of one of their rooms just down the hall from yours and just sit with you and talk until you inevitably fell asleep.

From there they'd either make you comfy where you are or would carry you to your room so youd be more comfortable.

Something you hadn't mentioned to them at any point in your relationship with them was your nightmares, and night terrors, you didn't want to burden anyone more than you felt your presence already had.

If they had known they would have reassured you that your anxiety pise no truth in their hearts whatsoever

They had speculated your little space for a long time but never brought it up because they didn't want to break your trust, they also often would second-guess if their speculations were accurate because youre more closed off, you dont rely on anyone or go to anyone when you need.

It'd been a really long couple weeks and you have the next few days relaxing, as little stress as possible but when night time came around panic always rose in your chest, your heart slamming against your ribs and lungs feeling tighter.

Almost every night this happend and usyally you could power through it or inevitably fall asleep, your mind just doesn't like to let up, it refuses to give you a moment of relief.

Tonight to distract from the anxiety of whats to come while asleep you had decided to make your favorite treat from when you were little, something that would for sure put you little and to sleep.

Trying your best to stay as quiet as possible but even still, quiet little pangs and clinks from pans and the mixing bowl played through the room as you hummed to the music playing through your headphones.

Putting your treat in the oven carefully and setting your time you could feel yourself slipping, surely its late enough, no one would be awake so it would be fine to bring out your stuffy, the one steve had bought you for your birthday last year.

Zephyr helped calm you down, his soft white fur felt soothing when youd rub it across your cheek, he was wonderful company. Now cuddled with your stuffy on the couch the only light illuminating the room was from your phone, turning on a video of people opening up blind ball toys.

Just about 20 minutes later and youd just about slipped into your littlespace completely.

Your timer goes off and you get up to take it out of the oven, being very careful and using the thicker oven mitts instead of the normal, the oven door had slammed shut but with your headphones on you couldn't hear it.

Turning off the oven and walking to get zephyr from the couch you notice bucky emerging from the hall into the lounge room prompting you to take off your headphones, "are you okay? Why are you up?"

"M' okay, cant sleep" you mumble out doing to best to hide the slur in your words from feeling smol.

"Cmere dove, lemme help" he walks closer pulling you against his chest with your pretty dragon between you both, rubbing your back he could feel the apprehension in you but left it be in assumption that youre just extra sleepy.

Pullung you over to the couch he sat down with you next to him cuddled into his side, one hand holding tight on the tail of your stuffed friend and you other clutching buckys sleep shirt for dear life, his hand running up and down your shoulder he talked about what he and steve did when they couldn't sleep back before the war.

He had no idea just how comforting this was, he had no idea that this was helping you not only fall asleep but also slip even deeper into your headspace.

Once you were out, slumped over into his side he carried you off to your room making sure you were comfortable and heading back to his room to sleep a little while longer.

Four-thirty rolls around quickly, both steve and bucky getting dressed and ready, steve drinking his dark brew coffee and bucky with his plum and lemon hibiscus tea. Sitting at the bar style counter with small banter between them about sets and workouts planned for today and whatever else after, when they hear you rustling in bed calling out in your sleep and than a thud causing them to both rush to your room to find you curled up in an ball on the floor wrapped in your blanket.

Silent tears stream down your cheeks as you bit your tongue to stay quiet, still having not noticed the two men standing in your doorway, worry written all over their faces, steve steps forward first, crouching down to where youve fallen, "what happend dovey, can bucky and i help?"

Looking up at him your little headspace making you slightly delirious and without any bit of filter you reach out for him mumbing "dada" giving him grabby hands.

This set in stone their speculations and they were so ready to take whatever roll you needed.

"Oh my, yes dovey, dadas gonna pick you up now, gotta get you off the cold floor"

Lifting you up you rest your head on his sholder, thumb slipping into your mouth, no matter the panic or anxiety of earlier right now youre the most comfortable youve ever been.

With a bounce in his step he walks over to bucky a smile on his face as you coo to yourself, bucky reaches over pulling your thumb from your mouth "ah-ah love thats icky, dont suck on your thumb, do you have a paci you can use instead? "

Reaching a hand towards your dresser he checks the top right drawer where you had pointed to, pulling out a purple paci and giving it to you.

"Much better"

"how bout you come with us to the gym upstairs, that way you dont get hurt and we can finish our routine?"

Nodding they take you and a blanket with them, zephyr making an appearance when steve sets you down and hands you his phone with cartoons playing.

"If you need anything at all you call for us and we'll be right here okay?"

You nod and they go to the machinery and go through their sets like normal, looking over at you seated on the mat watching shows.

After a bit you switch to laying down while watching your cartoons using zephyr as a pillow.

Slowly but surely your eyes fall shut and you fall asleep, but not for long when the reason you had fallen out of bed occurs again, writhing in your spot your breathing picks up and you just cant get the nightmare to stop, bucky notices and leaves his station and comes over to soothe you.

"Hey, steve we should probably wrap up, another nightmare"

Steve following bucky, carrying the blanket while bucky carries you.

Once back to the room bucky walks around with you settled slightly but still panicked, while Steve gets cleaned up and switching off to do the same.

Bucky goes back into your room to find one of your cups in the littlespace drawer and fills it with apple juice, huddling up in steves bed with you resting between them handing you the drink and letting you take your time calming down.

With your safe people on either side of you, you fell asleep once more, this time warm and cozy and the most supported youve ever felt.

You slept and they followed for a little while, only to be woken up by a boucy giggly happy little, theyll definitely talk about roles with you when youre big but for now its only right the tickle monster pays the happy baby a visit.

Relishing in your delighted squeals and giggles they didn't think they could fall more in love with you but this definitely proved them wrong.

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This one was set in queue scheduled for 9:25 pm , im genuinely curious though... does anyone else rub fabric against their lips/face?

This one is probably going to get a part two if yall like it

Edit was made because when i posted it it doubled up the text for some reason so i fixed it

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Hey y’all so this is the pic I got for the challenge by @until-theend-oftheline hope y’all enjoy!!!

Island Getaway

Stucky x reader

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and your grumpy, non-morning fiancé was whining for you and your other fiancé to get back in bed for more cuddles. “Jamie, you know we have to get going soon, I promise we can cuddle on the plane,” you bargained. He huffed but got out of bed and stomped to the bathroom to get a shower.

An hour later the suitcases were by the door of your apartment and you were all ready to go. You were all heading on a vacation Tony had booked in the Maldives In celebration of you and your now fiancé’s engagement. “Got everything doll?” Steve asked you, kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got the two loves of my lives and that’s all I’ll ever really need, but yes, I do have everything,” you chuckled. “Love you too doll, love you too,” Steve responded before moving over to Bucky to ask the same question.

Once you got to the airport, they let you through security without screening since your fiancés were super heroes. Steve was nervous and both you and Bucky could tell. “Hey, Stevie, you doin alright?” Bucky asked softly. Steve nodded his head, but didn’t say anything, you could both see he was lying. You grabbed his hand from his lap and held it tightly, “love, Stevie, look at me,” Steve turned and looked you in the eye, “it’s all gonna be alright, Buck and I are here, and you are safe, we’ve got ya, you’re safe my love.” You and bucky helped Steve take a few deep breaths before they called your boarding number.

Once you were all seated, in first class courtesy of Tony, you and Bucky grabbed one of Steve’s hands each. Steve’s head was hurried into Bucky’s neck, not wanting to see the plane take off.

As the plane lifted, the slight turbulence caused Steve to whimper. Steve was normally okay with planes, or at least the Quinnjet because he knew it wouldn’t crash, but this was a flying death trap and after his experiences, he hated commercial flights. “Hey baby, my love, you wanna watch a movie?” You asked, planning to get Steve’s mind off the fact that he was flying. He nodded and you queued up his favorite movie.

Bucky suggested you reclined all three seats back into the bed and all snuggle so you did. When you woke up the plane was getting ready to land so you sat up and put on your seatbelts, grabbing Steve’s hands to comfort him. The landing went smoothly and by the time you three had gotten to your home for the next week you were dead tired and all collapsed into the large plush bed. “Night loves,” you mumbled, already half asleep, and only getting a reply from Bucky as Steve was already asleep.

The next morning, you and Steve got up at your normal time, planning to watch the sunrise before snuggling back in bed with your other fiancé. You made some coffee while Steve drug the lounge chairs from your AirBnB to the perfect spot. You brought out 2 cups of coffee and sat down with Steve, basking in the perfection of the moment.

After cuddling with Bucky until mid morning, you all decided to get up and find a local restaurant to eat at. You had all rented a red Jeep to drive around the island so you drove until you found the perfect little spot, hidden away from civilization.

The food was fantastic, and they served the most amazing homemade juice that you ended up buying a jug to bring home or at least drink for the remainder of the trip.

After brunch, you all headed to your next adventure, a hike to the top of a hill where there was supposed to be a special ‘lovers tree’ where newly engaged or married couples can go that’s supposed to make their love everlasting. Truth be told, the hike was just so rough that if you weren’t arguing by the end of it you knew you truly loved each other. With the help of the super soldier serum and a few piggy back rides, you three made it up and took some pictures together. You had packed a small picnic snack to eat at the top before heading back down. When you got to the bottom you all decided it was time for a nap and then a swim before a late lunch.

The water was beautiful, what was better was the floating lunch Steve surprised you both with. A man came out into the water with floating trays full of delicious looking food. After eating and splashing around a little more you all decided to rent canoes and paddle around for a little while.

As it was nearing sunset you drug the boys back to your temporary home to get ready. They were confused as to why they had to leave the water as you were very excited to. You brushed it off and told them to trust you. You all got dressed semi formal, and you led the boys to a nearby restaurant. The restaurant was not just a nice dinner place with good food, but a local show of their custom dances. You had been notified about it by the locals at the brunch place and immediately booked surprise reservations for the three of you.

That night, after wayyy too much food, you all drifted into a peaceful sleep, excited for tomorrow’s events, the main plan was a boat tour around the island’s beaches.

A light breakfast was had, as the boat tour place said to come hungry, you would be trying local foods and drinks as you sailed around. You made it to the dock with minutes to spare after Steve took a wrong turn claiming he knew better than the map on his phone. You got on the bot and your guide was a cool guy named Dabir. He told you guys about his family as well as the history of the places you sailed.

“This, this is a famous cliff, above us, if you lean over and look up you can see the carvings of our ancestors that used to live here.” You leaned over and saw the carvings, but as you leaned back in you heard a sploosh noise. “Doll, what was that…” Bucky asked curiously. You checked your pockets and looked down at your hands, “OH MY GOD! IT WAS MY RING!”

Your fiancés immediately jumped into action, taking off their shirts and emptying their pockets before diving into the water after your ring. “Is there anything dangerous in these waters?” You worriedly asked Dabir. “Nothing other than a few sharks,” he calmly replied. This just freaked you out more. “Boys please be safe, it’s not worth your lives,” you yelled down to them but you doubted they could hear you.

Suddenly, they both came to the surface for air. “My loves, get back in the boat, there are sharks in the water. I love the ring, but I’d rather have you both alive than my ring.” They both hauled themselves into the bot, dripping from head to toe. “Thank you both, and we can get a new ring when we get home, I’m sure there’s insurance on it. Love you two.” You disregarded their wet state and went in for a big hug. “Doll,” Bucky started, “I’m asking you once again, will you marry me?” Bucky pulled the ring out of his pocket and slid it onto your finger. “You found it!! Oh Buck, Stevie thank you so much!” You gave them both a kiss before the bot started moving again and the tour continued.

The rest of your trip was less eventful but still perfect in every way. The amazing food, the atmosphere, the people, the activities, all of it. You three left the island closer than ever, and even more excited to get married to one another than before, which you all thought was impossible.

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