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rillils · 2 years

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OK BUT THOR JUST ADORING BUCKY IN A BROTHERLY WAY AND BEING VERY TOUCHY IN LIKE A FRIEND WAY BECAUSE HES LIKE THAT AND STEVE, OBLIVIOUS AND VERY JEALOUS STEVE, IS JUST VERY VERY JEALOUS

yes, that would be it

NONNIE, MY BEAUTS, I FUDGING LOVE YOU 💕🥰💕🥰💕 you know, this ask made me grin like an idiot, and then I spent hours thinking about it, and then one thing led to another and it spawned this... thing? it's all kinda jumbled and unrefined, and I didn't give it a re-read so um. but yeah, you can find most of my ramblings under the cut :3

imagine if this is before the boys become a thing – they’ve been dancing around each other for the better part of a century, forever stuck in this relationship limbo because they are two big pining dumdums, with a history of trauma longer than the Nile and a deeply ingrained tendency to not talk about their feelings, and they’re hopelessly in love with each other, and also just. kinda hopeless in general. desperate to finally Make This Happen, but kind of at a loss as to how to do it.

after all, there never seemed to be a good time for this, right? they never seemed to have enough leisure and peace of mind to give this thing, this really important thing, the proper space.

but now, you know. now Bucky’s out of cryo, and their enemies are far away. there are no new wars in sight (shhh infinity war never happened), and most importantly, life in Wakanda has given Bucky the chance to find some peace, to rest, to take the first few steps of his journey towards recovery. so Steve figures, maybe. maybe for once the timing’s just right, and he can do what he’s been wanting to do since all his clothes were two sizes too big and his shoulders fit under Bucky’s arm as if the shape of him had been cut out of Bucky’s side. he can tell Bucky, and find out if Bucky feels the same way after all.

ENTER THOR.

and Thor, you see, he befriends Bucky as quickly and as naturally as he does everybody else.

Thor with the boisterous laugh of a godling in his prime and the eyes of an ancient soul; Thor who’s supposed to be the god of thunder, and yet beams as bright and warm as the sun.

Thor, who finds true enjoyment in making people feel good about themselves, and he’s always calling Bucky handsome, complimenting the progress of his beard, teaching him how to braid his hair the Asgardian way, patiently and eagerly, just like he was taught when he was a boy.

Thor is genuinely impressed by Bucky’s knife skills, the flipping and the throwing and the twirling – he himself was always more about power and momentum, rather than stealth and agility – but his brother, he tells Bucky with unsuspected fondness, his brother would find kinship in Bucky’s knack for sharp blades.

Thor never tiptoes around Bucky – on the contrary, he’s quick to sling an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, to slam his huge hand between Bucky’s shoulder blades with enough strength to generate a minor earthquake and make Bucky’s bones rattle like so many pebbles in a box.

Thor, who is a literal god and has the body show it, who’s battle-worn and fierce and still finds the time to pick wildflowers to bring as a gift for Bucky’s home, who owns two goats with super badass names (which then turn out to be the equivalent of Toothgap and Chews-a-lot), who could easily tuck Bucky under his arm and take him for a spin through the clouds with his magical hammer

and he’s gorgeous, and loyal, and generous, and a king amongst his people, and it would be so fucking easy to fall head over heels for someone like him

and then there’s Steve, who had only just managed to talk himself into confessing his feelings to the love of his life

and suddenly it’s like Thor is always there, and his hands seem to be on Bucky at all times – on Bucky’s arm, at his back, in his hair to weave it into lovely plaits – and Steve loves Thor, he does, but these days he also feels the occasional urge to bite Thor’s fingers off one by one

he’s jealous. he’s so fucking jealous it hurts. maybe he doesn’t even realize it at first, but then he recognizes it – this ugly feeling eating away at his insides, sitting unpleasantly in the pit of his stomach every time he sees Thor hover too close to Bucky for one second too long

and he hates it, he hates feeling this way. he knows he’s being unfair, to Thor and Bucky both. he can see how Thor’s friendship affect Bucky in the best way; how important it is for him, to have one person in the world who cares, who sees beyond his past and doesn’t resent or blame him for it; someone who values him, not just as an asset to use when the need arises, but as a man, as a person, as a friend

and Steve is glad, he truly is! Bucky deserves it all – the extra positive touch, the words of affirmation, the loud appreciation, all of it. he deserves to be surrounded by people who love him, who respect him, and he deserves to feel at ease with them, as he does with Thor

but.

but every time Steve hears him laugh at one of Thor’s jokes, or catches him listening avidly to one of Thor’s many tales, which sound better and more exciting than half the sci-fi novels out there, he can’t help but wish he were the one putting that gleam in Bucky’s eyes

when he sees Thor pull Bucky into a one-armed hug so easily, while he can’t even bring himself to take Bucky’s hand, look him in the eye and whisper the words he’s been carrying in his heart for so long–

when he goes back to their place – Bucky’s place – and is greeted by yet another trinket Thor brought back from his latest trip to this or that world, the number of them crowding every room now, like a constant reminder–

when he and Bucky sit together for dinner, or Bucky tugs him along for a walk through the fields, and the first words out of his mouth are “Thor told me...” or “Thor says that...”–

Steve is jealous. so jealous he can feel his heart darken with rot from the inside out, like an apple core crawling with worms.

and the thing is, superserum or not, Steve is only human – and one day, when they’re all together and Thor is being is usual, friendly, affectionate self, Steve snaps at him for no apparent reason

it takes him a moment to realize what he’s done, and the way Bucky’s looking at him... all Steve can think to do is stalk off to go sulk in private, and maybe let the ground swallow him whole

meanwhile, Bucky doesn’t know what to think – he’s surprised, and a bit angry, and very much confused. yes, Steve has been acting weird for some time, but this? this isn’t like him at all

Thor, on the other hand, he’s not half as oblivious as he may seem; he’s been watching for a while now, and he believes he knows what’s going on with his friend. so he takes Bucky aside and tells him. clasps Bucky’s shoulder, and with a warm, benevolent smile, of the sort you’d only ever see on an immortal being, he says, “I believe it’s time for you and Steven to have a conversation, my friend.”

and dammit, but Bucky thinks so, too

locating Steve is easy enough. Bucky finds him exactly where he thought Steve would be: sitting under the tree in their backyard, where they’ve spent many of their afternoons, reading to each other, dozing off in its shade, snacking on dried fruits and nuts as they sent cute cat videos and memes back and forth between them

he’s got one of the shepherd dogs curled up in his lap, and he looks so solemn and miserable, with his fingers buried in the puppy’s fur and his head hanging gloomily, Bucky almost feels bad for him.

he approaches calmly – he knows Steve is aware of his presence by now – and sits on the ground next to him, in the groove between the tree’s roots, which they have long since claimed as their spot.

It’s Steve who speaks first, a quiet mutter, like all the fight’s gone out of him.

“What are you doing out here?”

Bucky shrugs. “Came to see if you were fit for civil company again.”

He looks over – Steve’s chin is nearly touching his chest at this point, eyes trained carefully on a nondescript spot on the dog’s white fur. Well then, Bucky decides, if this is how it’s going to play out.

“You know, Thor says he fears he must have upset you somehow.”

Steve is quiet for a moment, but there’s something there, in the way his jaw clenches minutely under his beard, that tells Bucky he’s struck the right nerve.

“And why would he think that?” asks Steve.

“I don’t know, maybe because you were being an asshole to him?”

The tips of Steve’s ears burn red hot – shame, if Bucky had to guess. Good.

“You’re right,” Steve says eventually, sounding genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.”

“You should apologize to him.”

Steve nods, “I will. I promise.”

and then it’s quiet again. Steve keeps rubbing his thumbs over the dog’s soft ears, silent, and it becomes clear to Bucky that if he wants anything to change here, he’s gonna have to make the first move.

“He’s got an interesting theory, you know. Thor,” he tells Steve casually, nudging Steve’s knee with his own. “He thinks you might be jealous.”

That catches Steve’s attention. His head snaps up, and this time he actually meets Bucky’s eye, stuttering, “Jealous? Wha– why would I, why would I be–”

But it’s precisely because he’s looking Bucky in the eye, that he can’t bring himself to finish that sentence.

“... Was it that obvious?”

He sounds so utterly mortified, Bucky can’t help a little smile there. “To some more than others. Subtlety’s never really been your thing, you know that.”

Steve sighs, leaning back against the tree trunk as tension visibly bleeds out of him.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I’ve been the worst lately. I should have been supportive, should have been rooting for you making a new friend, and instead I went and made it all about me. I’m sorry, I really am.” He goes back to scratching behind the dog’s ears, avoiding Bucky’s gaze, hesitant even as he adds, “I just... could tell how much you liked him.”

So there it is, then.

“And you thought that, since I had him now, I would just forget about you?”

The apples of Steve’s cheeks flush pink, high and full across his cheekbones. “It sounds so stupid when you put it like that.”

Good, Bucky thinks, because it is stupid. Steve is stupid – a stupid, endearing, adorable idiot, and Bucky wants to kiss the uncertainty off of his pretty face so bad it actually hurts to hold back.

“I do like Thor,” he says, watching Steve nod pitifully beside him. “He’s a good man, or– or god, or whatever he is in the first place. The thing is, he’s a good friend, and good friends are hard to come by. But Thor is not the one I want to be with. He’s not the one I want to fall asleep with, or wake up to, or come home to when the day’s work is done.”

Steve looks up, lips parted, a single grain of hope gleaming in his eyes. “He’s not?”

Bucky smiles, fond. Either Steve’s just that blind, or he’s playing dumb because he wants to hear Bucky say it; but that’s fine, too. That’s more than fine. Bucky’s gone without putting this into words for long enough. “No, Steve.”

“But there is someone.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, there is someone.”

He scoots closer, until their shoulders meet, and slips his metal hand in Steve’s own, letting Steve lace their fingers together.

“There’s this guy, you know, a good pal of mine. We go way back, basically grew up together, and I might deny this tomorrow, but I’ve been holding a torch for him since like, forever. I even asked him to move in with me – twice now, if you can believe that.”

Steve’s head tips gently against his, nuzzling briefly at Bucky’s temple. His breath is soft against Bucky’s cheek, and their hair whispers together, silk to silk. “Did you.”

Bucky hums. “First time around, we were still kids. He got all stubborn about it, figured it must be charity on my part, you know, a good Samaritan kind of deal. Never even crossed his mind that I might be more selfish than that. That he was home to me, and I wanted to be the same to him.”

The gentle squeeze of Steve’s hand around his is worth a thousand words. Bucky can feel them press into his skin, I remember, rich with fondness for the boys they used to be, and We know better now, soft and grateful, and more than that, sweeter than that, I’m right here, right here with you, deep at the core of who they’ve always been – ubi tu gaius, my love. Where you are, there I will be.

“But he came around,” Steve says, and Bucky can hear the smile in his voice as he says it.

There’s a happy ending somewhere in this story, close enough that Bucky can taste it on the roof of his mouth already, and they can spell it together, same as they’ve been doing since once upon a time.

“He sure did,” Bucky confirms. “The second time I asked him, though, he didn’t put up a fight. In fact, he didn’t try to argue at all. He said yes right away, and I thought. Maybe we’d both had enough of being apart. Maybe he wanted this as much as I did.”

“He did,” Steve promises without hesitation, body turning towards Bucky, seeking his gaze, and there’s no way Bucky could doubt him when they are like this. No way he could mistake the truth in Steve’s eyes for anything but what it is.

“And now he’s here with me,” he says. “Living with me. Building a home with me. He cooks with me, cleans up with me, stays up with me when I can’t sleep. He hangs our laundry all squared up like he’s due for an inspection, and he keeps buying more socks than either of us can ever wear, and he makes a face every time this other guy brings flowers into our home, because apparently, he should be the only one who gets to do that.”

And there’s the bright pink at the tip of Steve’s ears again, and the way he blushes all the way from the mole on his cheek to the three freckles on his neck, the way he ducks his head a little, embarrassed.

It’s moments like this that make Bucky sure: this is the man he wants. This doofus right here, who looks at him like he can’t help but, stars in his eyes, and tries so hard to hide the smallest of smiles under his beard, but he hasn’t quite learned how yet. Bucky thinks he never will. And to be honest, he kinda likes it that way.

He cups Steve’s jaw, stroking over the dimple he knows is there, buried beneath the soft bristles, and feels Steve’s smile curve under his thumb.

“I know him like the back of my hand, and still he surprises me some days. He knows me, too. Knows all there is to know, all the things that matter. He just hasn’t picked up on how much I love him yet. How happy he makes me. How jealous I get when our dogs like him better than me,” he adds, tipping his chin towards the overgrown puppy currently in Steve’s lap. Steve chuckles, and if Bucky could spend the rest of eternity just counting the crinkles around his eyes and kissing each and everyone of them, he would.

“I gotta say, this guy sounds like a mook,” Steve teases softly. “Might be you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”

Bucky slips his fingers in Steve’s hair, pulling him in.

“You’re a dick,” he rumbles.

“I love you too,” Steve rumbles back.

“Kiss me,” Bucky tries to say, but Steve is already there.

#anon #stucky #wakanda stucky #rillers scribbles #well more like rillers rambles lol #i don't know how this got so out of hand #but it's silly and it was so much fun to scribble xD #thank you so so much nonnie <3 #seriously <3 #this just gave me the opportunity to take my mind off of things and just kinda rant mindlessly for like 2 days straight #and i couldn't be more grateful if i tried #bless you nonnie!!#i hope this didn't stray too far from what you were looking for :3

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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Steve & Bucky both being in love with you would include…

- Bucky would be more of the flirty outgoing type

- while Steve would be the more quiet and sincere type

- Bucky liked you first, but Steve was the first to admit he liked you

- Bucky wouldn’t say anything when Steve told him he liked you

- only that there were hundreds of other girls and that it was just a crush

- hoping Steve would move on so he could make his move with you

- Steve never moved on unfortunately for Bucky

- I mean you were a really attractive person with a beautiful personality, Bucky didn’t blame him

- Bucky finding out more about you through conversations with you

- but Steve finding out more about you by observing from afar and asking other people about you

- Steve getting low key pressed when he finds out Bucky likes you

- claiming Bucky always got the girls and can practically get any girl he wants so why not let him have the one girl he likes

- Bucky bringing up how the playing field was now leveled with him being the Star Spangled man with a plan

- Bucky feeling guilty and selfish but bidding Steve good luck and may the best man win your heart

- Steve letting you hold his shield & offering to start teaching you how to throw it

- Bucky letting you try to do pull ups off his arm insisting he was strong enough

- Bucky offering to teach you how to dance and inspiring you’d be a great dancer

- Both Steve & Bucky tell the other lies about you in order to make the other look stupid

- like for instance, Steve told Bucky you loved lilies

- which in fact you were allergic and started sneezing when bucky gifted them to you

- this ended up back firing on Steve because you started laughing so hard with him and it became an ongoing joke between you and Bucky

- you eventually caught on about both the boys liking you and you decided you were going to be Switzerland and choose the one that stays the longest

- it was very hard considering they were both adamant about their love for you

- Bucky would tell embarrassing stories about Steve about getting beat up and him swooping in, being his savior

- Steve’s version was way different saying he always had them on the ropes and always got back up on his own and kept fighting on alley to the next

- Bucky always knew how to get your attention and connect with you while subtly give you compliments which leave you wanting more

- but Steve always gave you complex compliments and raised you on a silver platter making you seem like the only girl in the world

- overall, it was ultimately up to you as to who had your heart ❤️

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lovemesomerafael · 6 months

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Chapter 5 Is Posted! Come get your Stucky fluff (and smut) fix!

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Captain America - Character, The Winter Soldier, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Shuri, T'Challa, The Falcon, The Scarlet Witch, The Black Panther, Okoye, W'Kabi (mentioned), Clint Barton, Hawkeye, Scott Lang, Ant-Man, Tony Stark, Ayo (Marvel), Original Characters Additional Tags: recovering Bucky Barnes, Recovering Steve Rogers, Stucky - Freeform, wintershield - Freeform, Wakanda, Gay Sex Series: Part 4 of Can't Read That In A Museum: The Whole Story of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Summary:

This is Part Four of a four-part series. Like the name implies, it's the whole story of Steve and Bucky, from beginning to the end of the line. This part begins when Steve and Bucky are in Wakanda after the events of The Winter Soldier. Bucky is in cryostasis, and Steve is trying his best to be patient while Shuri figures out how to free Bucky from the Hydra triggers. The story progresses through Infinity War and Endgame, but trust me when I tell you that Steve will NOT be making the inexplicable, asinine decision to leave the man he loves to go back in time. No. This time, the boys will get the happily ever after ending they deserve.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Stucky #SteveBucky #Wakanda Stucky #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #The Winter Soldier #Captain America #MCU

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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year

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when I come home to you

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: M

Tags: Wakanda stucky, post-ca:cw, canon divergence, softness, happy ending these boys deserve, non-explicit smut

Summary: After giving up the shield, Steve hangs up the uniform too, and finally goes home, home to Bucky.

Title from the song When I Get My Hands On You by The New Basement Tapes:

When I come home to you Gonna take you down to the riverside When I come home to you Hold you in my arms all night And now you know Everywhere on Earth you go You’re gonna have me as your man

Read on AO3

#maya tries to write #last bingo fill for bbb YAY 🎉#stucky fic #bbb2022 #captain bottom bingo #mcu kink bingo #stucky #wakanda stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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hanitrash · 1 year

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Cap Bottom Bingo Masterpost!

Here are all the fics I posted for the @cabottombingo!

I can't believe how many I actually got done! I'd hoped to make a few more full lines, but I was sick in December and January and didn't get as much writing done as I'd hoped.

A3 - "til the end of the line" Soldat i Volkodav (The Fist and The Fang) (steve/bucky, 5k)

Summary:

While on a mission in Canada, the Asset suddenly finds himself free. He follows his partner, the giant wolfhound, because he doesn’t know what else to do. The two end up in the United States, and as his memories begin to return, his need for vengeance grows. Together, they take out hidden HYDRA bases and safehouses across North America. What they find in one base, however, will change everything Bucky ever thought he knew about his time in captivity.

A4 - "Starvation" Some Like It Hot (steve whump, 3k)

Summary:

Steve has been captured by HYDRA. The STRIKE team is having a fun time trying to break him.

Notes:

this is just trash, plain and simple. HTP, hurt no comfort, Steve whump.

A5 - "teleportation" Drastic Measures (steve/thor, 4k)

Summary:

Steve is a barren Omega in a world where his only purpose in life is to create more. In a last-ditch effort to heal himself where science has failed him, he summons the God of Fertility. What he gets, though, is much more than he ever could have hoped for.

B2 - "AU: Bakery" Dashing Through the Snow (steve/bucky, 7k)

Summary:

Steve hates Bucky. Bucky hates him, too, so that’s fine. But when they’re forced to work together and co-teach a class, that anger begins to fade as they slowly learn more about each other. A work trip gone wrong, though, forces them to become much closer than either one ever expected…(aka, the coffee shop college au enemies to lovers snowed in one bed a/b/o that Marv asked for…)

B3 - adopted prompt "truth serum" Careful What You Say (steve/bucky, moodboard + 700 words)

Summary:

Steve is captured and given a truth serum…but his captors get more than they bargained for with the results.

B4 - "Beta Steve" Leg Day (steve/bucky, moodboard + 300 words)

Summary:

Bucky posts some pictures online, creating quite a fuss

B5 - "Much needed hug" Mine (steve/bucky, 5.9k, co-write with @neonbat666)

Summary:

Steve is captured by Hydra while on a mission. Naturally, that doesn't sit very well with Bucky, and he makes every person involved pay dearly for hurting his Steve. Once Steve is safe at home and on the road to recovery, Bucky takes measures to ensure anyone else will think twice about touching what belongs to Bucky.

notes: htp, branding

C3 - free space Smooth Talker (steve/bucky, 7.7k)

Summary:

When Steve decided to try waxing instead of shaving to avoid catching his body hair in the Cap suit, things don't go quite the way he expected. Between misunderstanding the listing on the website and thirsting over the man doing the procedure, he's not sure he'll survive the appointment.

C5 - picture prompt, person restrained My Heart Has Teeth (steve/bucky, 4.7k, with art by @mxaether)

Summary:

During a mission gone wrong, Bucky gets captured. Whoever has him proves particularly hard to track down, and while Steve does his best to ignore how much he’s spiraling, Bucky tries to keep a thread of hope—and his sanity—alive.

Notes: Vampire Bucky

D2 - "Back Alley Fight" I Love Watching You (With Other Men) (chapter one) (steve/bucky, 6.6k total)

Summary:

During the heat wave of 1936, Bucky discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping from him.

He also discovers a few things about himself in the process.

In the future, they find new ways to recreate the past.

D3 - "Saliva" You Make This All Go Away (chapter two)

Summary:

Six months after the helicarrier fight, strange security breaches at the Smithsonian have Steve, Natasha, and Sam running stakeouts, hoping to catch the person responsible—the person they believe to be one very elusive Bucky Barnes.

In what is probably his most bizarre undercover op ever, Steve finally makes contact with the man he thought he’d lost forever.

What he’s not prepared for is what happens after, when Bucky appears in Steve’s apartment in the middle of the night.

D4 - "Creature: Has Tentacles" Into this night I wander (It's morning that I dread) (steve/bucky, steve/johann schmidt, 784 words)

Summary:

Steve gets captured by HYDRA and learns more about Johann Schmidt than he ever wanted to know

notes: htp, oviposition, hurt no comfort

D5 - "skinnydipping" Resurfacing (steve/bucky, moodboard + 1.8k)

Summary:

While Steve is visiting Bucky in Wakanda, Bucky takes Steve to his favorite swimming spot for a heart to heart conversation.

E1 - adopted prompt: "Tied to a Table" I Love Watching You (With Other Men) (chapter three) (steve/bucky, 6.6k total)

Summary:

During the heat wave of 1936, Bucky discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping from him.

He also discovers a few things about himself in the process.

In the future, they find new ways to recreate the past.

E5 - "Sexting" Nineteen Hours (and thirteen hundred miles) (steve/bucky, explicit moodboard + 614 words)

Summary:

Bucky and Nat are on their way home from a mission that has taken far too long for Steve's liking. He sends Bucky some incentive to move a little faster ;)

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andrea1717 · 1 year

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New story for the @stuckybingo & @allcapsbingo is posted!

Read It was only us here.

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #wakanda #wakanda stucky #stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #all caps bingo #alpine

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bittersweet-in-boston · 4 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/52422628

Latest fic, aka time travel threesome

#stucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #stevebucky #ca:tfa #endgame fix it #time travel #wakanda stucky #grief #comfort #related to cold war stucky oh no I’m sad all over again #merry sad christmas bitches

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between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place · 2 years

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@moonykat asked: First of all CONGRATS ON YOUR FIC-AVERSARY!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨ You've been blessing all of us with your talent all this time, this fandom wouldn't be the same without you!!!!! 💕💕💕 Can I request some Wakanda Stucky, this line is from a song in Spanish called 'Eres' and translated it goes like this 'You are. When I wake up, the first thought I think about, that's what you are. What my life lacks when I don't have you, that's what you are. The one and only precious thought in my mind.

Kat!!! I was about to answer your ask/prompt but stupid tumblr ate my draft 😥... Anyway, thank you so much and right back at you! Thank you for being here and sharing your beautiful art with us 💚💚💚

Here's a sweet and spicy ficlet for you (though I may have mixed up the cinnamon and the angst ...)

how I loved you? like this, 0,8k, M

Read it on AO3

or under the cut

you sure about this?

He leaves his heart in a cryo tank in the royal palace; it’s been frozen for a long time anyway.

the best thing—for everybody

The guest house sits in a speck of a village straddling the bounds of the capital—it reminds him of a home in another century; he stays there until Natasha comes for him.

just a kid from Brooklyn

They hit the Raft in the gray hours before dawn and leave behind one guard in a cell, strapped into the straitjacket—a message.

too dumb not to run away from a fight

They cross the globe—Singapore to Cuba to Istanbul to La Paz—being chased and chasing, rumors and intercepted whispers.

not sure I’m worth all this

The inconspicuous flip phone he carries dings like clockwork, marking another week—minor breakthrough, adjusting the process, just a little while longer; outside the flimsy window screen he hears another city bustle, come to life for the night, and wishes he could lose himself in it, stumble through the streets with the same heedless abandon.

you always stand up

He sees ghosts of the dead and the living—on street corners, through a tea shop window, in the rear-view mirror of a borrowed truck; he does a double take and they’re gone.

I can get by on my own

Sam sits with him on a moon-drenched rooftop in Beirut and listens, while he fumbles with words that are too big and too small and doesn’t end up really saying anything at all.

thing is—you don’t have to

Wanda learns how to tune out their nightmares while they sleep.

he’s my friend

It’s a Tuesday in the middle of the Siberian winter and his hands grow numb, unfeeling fingers cracking the screen that reads: It’s done. He’s waiting for you.

till the end of the line

Natasha finds him; they’re in the air within the hour.

∞

There’s a room on the topmost floor of the palace. It is sparse but full of color—the open balcony, a painting, a fiery sunset streaking the walls. A man stands by the open windows, his back to the door. Chestnut hair falls to his shoulders; the left one is wrapped in a blue cloth.

His heart drops and shatters on intricate stone-laid floors. No—it’s the ice that shatters; the heart beats and bleeds.

“How long have you been awake?” Asking hurts, like picking at a scab that’s been infected.

“Month—six weeks, give or take.” The man by the window turns. Bathed in the warm light his eyes are colorless; not shadow but shards of crystal, fractured light spilling through. He’s an idol of serenity—something to be worshiped.

It’s a heady mix of pain and wonder that catches his breath in his throat. “I didn’t know.”

A nod aimed at the floor. “I wasn’t ready.”

The words cut, quick and cleansing, fresh blood pouring from a never-healed wound. His body has moved without invitation; he stops, shakes his head, swallows it down.

“That’s okay, Buck.” You don’t have to be ready, ever. It’s enough that you are.

That name spoken aloud causes something to shift, a flicker of movement behind the glass.

“Steve.” It’s wavering, raw, urgent—everything he feels.

Bucky takes a step toward him. And another. He’s close enough that Steve could hold out his hand and touch him, feel him as flesh and bone. He is here.

Bucky’s staring right at him. “Stubborn punk,” he mutters. “You ever gonna ask for something for yourself?”

It’s staggeringly familiar; it’s time and space bending and dropping him through a wormhole; it’s a blow to ribs left exposed in a fight.

Steve’s heart lodges in his throat. “How could I?”

Bucky sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose—the gesture too human for such sacred beauty. “Fine. Then do something for me.”

“Anything.” It’s automatic, knee-jerk.

“Remind me.” He takes another step. “How.” They’re chest to chest. “You loved me.” Their breaths are mixing together.

Steve’s eyes sting. If he focuses on that it will stop the world from tilting out under his feet and dropping him into space.

“You don’t remember?”

A smile, then. “Wanna make sure I do.”

He braves a touch. His hands find solid warmth, movement, life.

“Like this,” he says into the nest of dark curls, that secret spot of soft skin, the racing pulse underneath.

“Like this,” he says against bitten lips.

“Like this,” he breathes with eyes closed and foreheads leaned together.

Like this—fabric pulled to the side revealing skin, inch by luxurious inch—like this—eyes travel, followed by fingers, followed by lips—like this—nails clawing in careful desperation, limbs crushing, teeth drawing blood to the surface—like this—the bed a heavenly cloud under his arching back—like this—he spreads himself open, vulnerable, defenseless—like this—urging, begging, praying—like this—fallen, surrendered, branded, claimed—

Like this: a body tucked next to his as velvety blackness falls over the plain.

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wakandan kids making bucky flower crowns and braiding his hair

bless you, nonnie 💕💕 here are 1443 words of pure wakanda husbands cheese for you :3

There are no less than a dozen children working around Bucky, and on him, and over him, swarming and buzzing amongst each other like busy little bees.

Steve reckons they’ve set up quite the system for the occasion. It could be worse – three of the older girls are in charge of Bucky’s hair, little Anathi only stopped crying the minute she was (reluctantly) appointed assistant comb-holder, Lwazi will probably need disentangling from two yards of ribbon before long, and the rest of them keep coming back with baskets and baskets brimming with fresh flowers.

It’s like watching a painting come to life, bright voices and giggles and swirls of color on the backdrop of golden sunshine, chaos and beauty at their finest, and Steve could stare for hours, happily mesmerized by it all.

As it is, he barely gets to sit down on the grassy ground before Bucky’s onto him. His eyes appraise Steve for a few long moments, glinting with amusement and no small amount of exasperation. They’re so blue today, god, they put the summer sky to shame.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Bucky reminds him, making a visible effort to keep still while the girls braid tiny blossoms into his hair. He’s got a child sitting in the circle of his crossed legs, Mbulelo – turned eight just last month, he’s a proper big boy now – weaving flowers into a chain with deft fingers, and trying to fend off a very interested baby goat in the meantime.

“You’re not gonna kick me out of the party, are you?” Steve grins back, reaching over to grab the furry offender – Rob, of course it’s Rob, the little rascal – before it can snatch any more flowers from Mbulelo’s basket.

Bucky considers him, taking in the squirming goat in his arms, the beard Steve made sure to trim neatly for once, and what he hopes are his most earnest Earnest Eyes.

“Mm, perhaps I’ll let you stay after all,” Bucky decrees at last, all benevolence and a sprinkle of mischief.

Mbulelo chimes in a moment later, twisting the long stem of a daisy into his chain, and Bucky replies in his own, still tentative Xhosa, causing them both to laugh. It’s warm – so warm Steve feels goosebumps race across his skin, tingling up his arms, at the nape of his neck.

No matter what the movies say the future will look like, in twenty, fifty, in seventy years, Steve already knows what he wants the next century to look like for him. And what he wants, is nothing less than a hundred years of this: of Bucky’s nose crinkling when he laughs, of his chest shaking, and his face, his cheeks, his mouth, alight from the simplest joys.

He wants to get used to it – the sound of Bucky’s happiness, in all its shapes and hues, the wordless, the Yes, the I love you, the C’mere, and the softest, most intimate breath of Steve, and Steve, Again – and he hopes he never will get used to it. Let Bucky’s laughter always shiver warmly down his spine, each time like a new pleasure, never taken for granted.

“Mbulelo says he’ll make you a flower crown, too,” Bucky informs him, blue eyes glittering in the bright sun, “if you behave yourself.”

Steve pictures it; both of them crowned with matching shades of pink, and orange, and white and buttery yellow; their fingers entwined; Bucky’s perfect lips when he’ll say, I do.

He settles Rob more comfortably in his arms, and drops a kiss between Rob’s fuzzy ears, his gaze never leaving Bucky’s own. “I promise.”

In the cool shade of their bedroom, Steve cups Bucky’s face in his hands and kisses him, deep and gentle, dipping his tongue into the softness of Bucky’s mouth to discover the lingering aftertaste of mint behind his teeth.

“Steve,” is the sweet sigh against his lips – and he’s kissing Bucky’s smile, and his thumbs catch in Bucky’s dimples, twin almonds hidden like precious secrets under Bucky’s beard.

“God, god, I love you–“

Steve’s hand strays naturally, following the sinuous curve of Bucky’s neck, seeking the dark silk of his hair – but Bucky catches his wrist, pulling away from him abruptly.

“Nope,” he says, popping his glistening lips, “I just got my hair done and you’re not allowed to wreck it yet.” He pats Steve’s cheek consolingly, gracing him with one last peck on the tip of his nose. “Come on, you might as well help me get dressed while you’re here.”

And Steve, because he’s Steve, and this is Bucky, obliges.

The pants are easy enough; getting Bucky into the matching tunic without disturbing his carefully braided hair, though, that’s a lot trickier. It requires some manoeuvring – and quite a bit of creative cussing – but eventually they find themselves on the other side, everything still miraculously in place. Steve drapes the scarf over Bucky’s left shoulder – deep blue like the sky just before dawn, embroidered in black and silver and gold – and pins it in place with a brooch.

“A wolf,” Steve notices softly, tracing its silvery ridges with his fingertip.

“A gift from Shuri,” Bucky says, his smile fond. “And she likes to think that I’m the cheesy one.”

He turns away from Steve, facing the mirror that hangs above his modest dresser. His long hair swishes with the movement, whispering like a spring breeze against his shoulders. Flowers dance in the glossy chestnut of his braid; pearl white freesias and colorful daisies, tender rose blossoms and tiny lilies-of-the-nile winking like purplish-blue gems from the thick of his mane.

Steve’s fingers itch to comb through the woven locks and undo them, undo it all, pick out the flowers one by one and replace them all with the kisses of his mouth, and watch Bucky’s hair spread prettily over their tangled sheets afterwards.

His gaze meets Bucky’s in the mirror. Steve can feel the frisson moving through Bucky’s body – pleasure, anticipation, nerves – when Bucky asks, more breath than voice, “How do I look?”

Like the only thing I want to look at for the rest of my life, Steve’s heart supplies. He steps behind Bucky and winds both arms around Bucky’s waist, careful not to crush anything as he hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

In the mirror, Bucky’s smile is the sweetest thing Steve has ever seen.

The moon is high in the sky by the time they stumble back into the hut, chasing each other’s mouths tipsily up against the bedroom wall.

It’s touch. It’s hands, all hands – caressing, unpinning, peeling soft linen away.

It’s the glint of gold around their fingers, the cool kiss of metal tingling against Steve’s skin everywhere Bucky touches him, a twofold promise of this, this, forever.

It’s his own palm over the curve of Bucky’s naked shoulder, inching into the dip of Bucky’s neck; the teasing brush of his fingertips over Bucky’s hairline, there in the hollow of his nape.

“Do I get to wreck it, now?”

The enticing curl of Bucky’s lip when he says, “Not yet.”

In the morning, he’ll remember the gentle pressure of Bucky’s hand on his chest, pushing him flat against the sheets.

The maddening roll of Bucky’s hips – he’ll feel that still between his hands, rocking slow and greedy in his lap, all hunger, all need.

He’ll know, as he knows now, here, in this moonlit cave of a room, the supple flesh of Bucky’s thighs squeezing tight around him, and the slickness of his skin, the ragged rhythm of his breath, and the frantic beat of his heart, pulsing against him, around him, deep inside where Bucky’s pleasure sparks.

Flowers spill from Bucky’s hair as their bodies move; petals falling like fresh snow around them, lined with silver from the full moon. They scatter across Steve’s chest, kissing Bucky’s own hand where it finds purchase against Steve’s heart, raining like an ancient blessing over their marriage bed.

He won’t forget. When Bucky curls over him, seeking Steve’s mouth at the peak of his passion, Steve swears that he won’t forget this.

He sinks his fingers in Bucky’s hair, sweat-damp and fragrant, freesias and roses and wispy lilies crushed between their bellies, and he feels, he feels, he–

It’s in the quiet, after, that Steve’s heart settles.

He strews wet kisses along Bucky’s brow, at his temple, his cheek, and finds a new word – husband – nestled there, waiting in the corner of that sweet mouth.

He holds Bucky close – a king of old, hoarding his treasure in his very arms – and counts the first day of the next hundred years.

#anon #stucky #wakanda stucky #rillers scribbles #thank you so much for the ask nonnie!!! <3 #asdgsjdhfkg #i'm not sure what this is i just know that it happened #the boys getting married in wakanda is such a precious scenario to me i just #fagshgdhshd #and yes bucky named the goat rob because he's a grubby little thief <3 #aaaaaaaand i think that's pretty much it #as the wiseman says #i tried :')

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