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hey everyone !

as a fairly new writer, i'm kinda scrounging for ideas. if anyone has any stucky x reader requests please leave them !! all i ask for is no smut as i'm not super comfortable writing it :) cheers !!

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Ichor Part Two (Stucky x Kidnapped with Amnesia!Reader)

part one here

It took time to adjust to your new setting. You continued to squint at the bright fluorescent lighting, so much so that your nurse gave you sunglasses. Your doctor, Dr. Cho was it? she kept talking to you, but it all sounded like someone was talking through a haze of jello. 

You felt your hearing come back slowly, and with the awakening out of your dissociative state, you quickly reached to take out the oxygen tube up your nose. Dr. Cho grabbed your hand gently, giving you a small smile whilst you stared at her in terror.

“It’s okay,” She promised. “Can you hear me?”

You blinked a few times and subtly nodded, enough so that Dr. Cho caught it.

“I’m glad,” She said. “That must’ve been really scary.” You said nothing in response. You’ve been taught too many times not to speak unless given permission.

Dr. Cho rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb as you both sat in silence.

“Do you want this off?” She spoke, pointing to your oxygen tube.

You just stared back blankly in response. Who knew what consequence would come from your answer?

“Do you know Leona? She told me you needed permission to speak. I need you to know those rules don’t apply here–you don’t have to listen to any nonsense like that. You can speak whenever, however you want, okay?” 

You frowned at the mention of Leona talking about you. Was that any of her business? You realized after a moment that Dr. Cho was still waiting on a response from you. You avoided eye  contact and looked at your lap, nodding. 

“I’m going to ask you some routine questions, okay?”

You nodded once again.

During the examination, your eyes drew themselves to the door, where you could make out two large silhouettes on the other side. Had they been there the whole time?

Dr. Cho noticed this, and held your hand a little tighter. “Are you ready to see them?”

You looked at her in confusion, and she seemed to pick up on this, concern drawing itself all over her face. She took her hand from yours and feverishly started to write things down in her notebook.

“Do you know who I’m talking about?”

You struggled to shake your head negatively, but did it anyways.

She sighed. “Do you recognize me?”

You averted your gaze and shook your head negatively again. Dr. Cho let out a nervous exhale.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” She firmly grabbed your hand while she spoke and let it go to exit the room. 

As the door slid open you immediately made eye contact with the men behind the door, eyes bouncing from one man to the other back and forth. You nervously looked away, trying to block out the feelings that were bubbling in your chest. What was that? You went to look back, but the door had already been closed. It felt like you were going to throw up. 

Seconds passed before the door opened again, and the two men stormed in against the wishes of Dr. Cho, who yelled, “Wait! Enough!!”

“Do you know who we are?” One of the men asked in a whisper, looking angry and defeated. He had shoulder length brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed like he was ready to go off into battle in a second.

The other man looked at you expectantly. He had dirty blonde hair that swept across his head in a clean style. His beard was full, and he also had blue eyes, but his were stormier. He was dressed in casual clothes, or clothes you noticed that you might wear for your training.

Dr. Cho chimed in. “He asked you a question, honey.” 

You looked at her, then back at the first man, then back at her. You shook your head negatively.

“You don’t…” The blonde man looked scared, which you assumed wasn’t something he felt often. “You don’t remember us?”

You gulped and fiddled with the blanket over your lap. Your mind, in an attempt to save yourself from the intense emotions in the room, focused at the task at hand. You were in a new location–Dr. Cho had told you you were saved. All you knew was living in the laboratory, so what did saved really entail? You could get this emotion out in training. Leona would rip you a new one, beating you to the ground, but it would help you forget whatever was happening at this moment.

So, in an attempt to make things better, you spoke. “When’s training?”

You hadn’t noticed that you interrupted a conversation between the two men and Dr. Cho, you must’ve dissociated. Your voice broke the conversation in whole, silence enveloping the room.

“Training?” The brunet breathed out. 

You nodded. Dr. Cho gave you a pitiful look.

“Leona told me about the training you’d have to do with each other, and so did Claire. You don’t have to do any of that here.” Dr. Cho said. 

The two men gave each other a look, and the one walked off. Dr. Cho looked at him in alarm, and sped after him, yelling at him to leave her patients alone.

The brown haired man and you stayed in the room, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his presence. How did you know him? You reminded yourself that Dr. Cho said you could speak, that you could say whatever you wanted, and you tried to gather the bravery to say something to him.

“I knew you.” You said to him, getting his angry expression to turn soft. “Before.”

He sat down in the chair next to you, letting out a heavy sigh. “You did.”

It stayed quiet for the next few minutes, and you desperately searched in your brain for something, anything, that would give you a hint as to who he was. 

“What do they call you?” You asked. You knew you, Leona, and Claire all had your given name, and your laboratory name. 1, 2, and 3. You were 1, Leona was 2, and Claire was 3. Did it go this way outside of the laboratory? Did everyone have two names? You could feel in your bones that being called a number wasn’t correct. 

The man tilted his head in confusion. “My name’s Bucky.” 

“Bucky.” You repeated. 

He nodded. “Do you know your name?”

This was a trick question. It had to be. You sat there, debating what to say for a second or two. Bucky didn’t seem like the guy to be asking trick questions. But you’d heard Do you know your name? too many times before disaster. You knew the other girls likely felt the same way. 

Bucky didn’t seem patient. “Do you?”

You let out an exhale, you supposed it was time to test the legitimacy of being saved after all. “Yes.”

And so you told him your name, no number, just your pure name.

Bucky relaxed, and he sat back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes off of you.

-

Steve sped as fast as he could to Leona’s room. When the door didn’t slide open at his palm, he debated slamming the door open himself.

Dr. Cho moved in front of Steve, catching her breath from running so fast. 

“Steve,” she said. “I won’t let you harass her.” 

He shot Dr. Cho daggers. “You knew that she knows what happened to my girlfriend and you decided to keep it from me? I’ll ask her myself.”

“I refuse to let you in there, Steve.” She stood her ground, and just when Steve was about to argue further, Leona’s door opened, her angrily behind it.

She had a stupid smirk on her face, though her eyes were filled with rage. “Talking about me? You know, you could’ve just knocked.”

Steve gave Dr. Cho a glare and followed Leona into her room. 

“Leona,” Dr. Cho said. “You don’t have to have visitors if you don’t want to.”

Leona scoffed, shakily getting back into her bed. “He wants to know about number 1, who am I to deny such knowledge?”

“Number 1?” Steve questioned, folding his arms across his chest. 

Leona rolled her eyes. “Your precious girl. That was her name, y’know, back in the lab.”

Before Steve could question further, Leona turned to Dr. Cho. “You can leave us, I can handle it.”

Dr. Cho reluctantly left the room, though Steve could see her silhouette waiting in the hallway. 

Leona leaned back into her pillows, reaching for her IV to plug it back in to the tube in her arm. She sighed in relief. 

“Number 1 always gets special treatment, even here. I bet they have her on the good stuff, not this crap.” She pointed to the fluid bag. 

“Don’t call her that.” Steve demanded.

Leona seemed to find joy in Steve’s fury. “We all have numbers, she’s number 1, I’m number 2, and you heard number 3 whining on the jet.”

“What do you want to know?” She baited before Steve could argue further about the numbers.

Steve lifted his chin, attempting to be as strong as he could in his stance. “What do you know about what happened to her?”

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #marvel #winter soldier #original characters #amnesia #reader was kidnapped #reader has amnesia

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Ichor Part One (Stucky x Kidnapped with Amnesia!Reader)

part two here

Days went relatively slow for you. At least most days did. You spent a lot of time picking at your cuticles, ripping split ends out of your hair, and (repetitively) counting the bricks in your cell. Screaming was useless, trying to escape was useless. You spent too many days wasting time scheming on escapes only for it to fail. You’d exhausted yourself of yelling anymore long ago. 

You played with the hem of your shirt, dingy and dirty and in desperate need of a wash. Not that that mattered. You attempted to pick off the dried blood that was on the side of your leg, unsure exactly of where it came from. 

It itched and irritated your skin but you didn’t mind–it definitely wasn’t the worst thing you felt in the past years.

You let your head fall back onto the wall behind you as you bent your legs towards your chest. 

The sound of your metal door scraping against the cement floor alerted you, causing you to scoot back on your mattress as far away from the door as you could. 

“Little bug,” your guard taunted, you’d forgotten his name. “Move.”

You scrambled to obey his order, nearly falling over from weakness as you came to your feet. He let out a laugh at your pathetic figure and grabbed your wrists to be bound. You deserved this for your first escape attempt.

Another guard waited outside of your cell to lead the way as the other guard held your handcuffs and pushed you along. You didn’t know what was waiting for you, but if you had to guess it couldn’t be good. 

You already ate your meal today, so it couldn’t be that. You’d already done your morning training. You’d already been seen by the doctor.

You were starting to get exhausted from the walk, feet beginning to drag. The guard pushed you harder, causing you to stumble forward. 

From your foggy memory, you couldn’t remember having been in the hallway you were being brought down before. Fear overwhelmed you, body shaking hard as you continued forward. 

You started breathing a little too heavy for the guards liking, him shouting a “Quiet!” in your ear.

The lead guard came to a halt and so you did as well, letting out a whimper when the door in front of you was opened. Inside revealed medical equipment, a long chair to be strapped on, and your doctor.

He gleamed at you as you were shoved into the room. As your handcuffs were unlocked you turned around to bolt, immediately being pushed onto the ground by the guard who had been staying behind you. 

“Are you serious?” He chuckled.

Without effort he hoisted you onto the chair, much to your despair as you struggled to get out of his grip. The doctor helped strap you into the chair, letting out a laugh as you attempted to let yourself free.

“Child, you have yet to learn…” the doctor recited as usual. “We’re trying something new today.”

You looked at him with a startled look in your eyes, not bothering to keep your strength as tears fell down from your eyes. He did his usual, strapping your head still as he attached sticky electrode patches to your buzzed head. 

You took multiple deep breaths (who did you learn that from?) to calm yourself as you felt the doctor poke a needle in your arm. You watched through blurred vision as golden liquid (ichor, he called it) slid down from the IV bag into your bloodstream. You began to become hysteric as the liquid came into contact with you–it burned like nothing else and felt like it was melting your bones. 

You thrashed and tried to escape, blinded by pain. You felt something being put into your mouth to stop your insistent cries, which only caused you to fall into more panic.

The way time was passing felt like you were moving in jello, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you felt yourself slipping from life.

Reality slapped you harshly back in the face as electricity coursed through your chest. You gasped for air through your nose as your mouth was still gagged, returning once again to the pain of the injection of ichor.

You were so engrossed in your own pain you didn’t realize a team of soldiers had come into the room to rescue you. 

The only thing you could register was the pain coming to an abrupt stop, and the gag being taken out of your mouth. 

“Shhh,” someone said, though they sounded worked up themselves. “shhh.”

You felt a hand brush against your forehead, and you would've flinched if it weren't for your exhaustion. You felt the electrodes being removed from your head.

“We’re here, my love…” Another voice sounded hoarse–like they'd been crying heavily. 

You hazily opened your eyes for just a moment, seeing two figures in front of you. You could only make out their silhouettes, your vision too blurry to recognize any person. You felt yourself start to cry again, confused as to what's going on. Your body was stiff as a board and even as you felt your bounds becoming undone you couldn't bring yourself to move. 

“What's wrong with her?” One of the silhouettes demanded, and you heard a squeak come from what sounded like your doctor.

“You heard him!!” The other silhouette bellowed, and soon disappeared from your sight. 

You heard the doctor scream. “- been injected with a serum I’ve been working on–It’s my proudest experiment.”

A gunshot ran through the laboratory. 

You closed your eyes sharply at the sound, knowing nothing good could come from the sound of a gunshot. Gunshots meant escape, and escapes never worked. 

You felt your heart slow down suddenly as your body went into shock, trying to escape the pain you were feeling. You heard various shouts, but before you could investigate further you lost consciousness.

-

Steve was in a frenzy, his boyfriend in a blind rage. He held Bucky back by the arms as your unconscious form was rolled through the laboratory to the quinjet. He had already shot the doctor in the leg, Steve didn’t need him to continue his rampage. He knew that would be what you’d want him to do.

He felt tears continue to roll down his cheeks at the thought of your form spasming in pain. It had been too long without seeing you–too long. Him and Bucky had spent the last two years scouring the world for you, they knew you couldn’t be dead. 

Steve, as relieved as he was to find you, however, couldn’t shake the look you gave him when you opened your eyes. You looked gone, lost, unknowing. 

Bucky shook himself from Steve’s form, about to yell at him for holding him back, before he met Steve’s eyes and crumpled under his stare. The two men hugged each other tightly, and Steve guided him up off the floor so they could join their girlfriend on the quinjet. 

When they boarded, you were steadily strapped onto a gurney, oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. You were breathing, Steve reminded himself for comfort. You were alive. 

He had his hand tightly holding Bucky’s. Both continued to stare at your body, which stayed motionless (except for the slightest up and down motion of your chest from breathing). 

The ride on the quinjet was silent, as others were brought in on gurneys and taken care of just as you were. All of them had shaved heads, Steve noticed, like you did now. He observed you as close as he could from where he was sat with Bucky–you were frail, hollowed out, and had scars littered across your body. 

The anger was bubbling inside of him, ready to explode, but he had decided the moment he saw you in your rescue that he’d save that anger for when he was alone with the people that did this to you. Bucky was shaking in anger, Steve had truly never seen him like this before. 

“She’s with us now, Buck.” He reassured the brunet. 

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leg bouncing in anticipation. Steve took that as a You’re right, considering Bucky wasn’t the type to do much talking in his fury. 

One of the girls in another gurney looked up at them, biting her lip in anger. “You’re with her, aren’t you?”

Steve made eye contact with her in an instant at the sound, and he could hear another girl from a different gurney go “Enough, Leona, leave them alone.”

Leona had a buzzed head as well, sharp brown eyes, and dark freckles littered all over her face. She also had a scar across her face, from the top of her forehead, over her eye, across her whole cheek to the bottom of her chin. She wore the same clothes as you, a dingy shirt with boxer underpants, but was covered in a blanket and Avengers logo jacket. 

Leona crossed her arms and blinked a few times, ignoring the protests of the other girl. “Did you hear me, Steve?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at Leona’s tone.

“She would cry for you both, you know.” Leona started, and the other girl attempted to get off her gurney to stop Leona’s mocking. “It didn’t stop until they fried her brain.”

“Leona, stop!” The girl was starting to cry, being comforted by the nurses around her.

“What did you say?” Bucky raised his head at Leona’s words, murder in his tone.

Leona seemed unphased, and she smirked at Bucky’s response. “You must be James.” 

Bucky ripped his hand from Steve’s to get at her, but Steve moved fast to get in front of him before he could do any damage.

“She’s hurt too,” Steve spoke lowly, soft enough that only Bucky could hear. “Ignore her.”

Bucky wanted to argue, Steve could feel the push in his shoulders as he continued to get through Steve.

“Sit down!” Sam yelled from the cockpit. “We’re landing.”

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #amnesia #reader gets kidnapped #reader gets amnesia #original characters

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in the midst of writing a stucky x reader where reader gets amnesia from being kidnapped !! it's just a lot longer than expected so be prepared for an angsty reading my friends >:)

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should i start writing poly!marauders too...would anyone read

#poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #marauders

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Who Are You? (Mafia!Stucky x Spiderman!Reader)

a/n: had to repost because it uploaded weird the first time (sigh)

based off of this prompt

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

-

Earlier That Day

It was a typical mission for you. Maybe, you pondered, maybe even a little more relaxed than the typical mission.

The goal?

Stop illegal weapon trading-specifically a trade happening between famous mob bosses Captain America, Winter Soldier and ex-workers of Tony Stark.

Typically a mission like this would have you in a frenzy, because fighting famous mob bosses? You might have unnatural superpowers on your side but they had much more hand to hand combat on their side. Stark had informed you, however, that the infamous bosses wouldn't be present, and it was only someone of much lower status on the mob chain that would be completing the task for them.

Easy enough. You had thought.

But as it turns out, Stark's sources were wrong, and it was the very well known and famously wanted assassin Black Widow that had stood in your way.

You thought your spidey powers would come in handy, after all, you couldn't back out now. You thought wrong.

They helped to a certain degree, after all you scared off the ex-workers and were able to ensure that the mob wouldn't get a hold of dangerous super weapons. What you didn't do was watch your back as the Black Widow hit you upside the head with the bottom of her gun.

This lead you to where you are now. Tied up, in the middle of a dimly lit room with no windows, with no way of communication with the outside world.

"Shit, shit, shit." You whispered, at least thankful your mask was still on.

You tugged at the restraints holding you. You could get out of them, you were sure, but what were you supposed to do once you got out of them? You had no idea what was behind the door in front of you.

You couldn't ponder the decision further, as the door opened.

Your hands shook at the sight of the two men in front of you.

It was your boyfriends, your boyfriends. Your boyfriends who didn't know you were Spiderman, your boyfriends that you thought owned and worked at a boxing club.

You were fucked.

That was when you snapped out of your bondages and went to run.

Steve caught you before you could make it, immediately throwing you to the ground.

Bucky laughed, and Steve had a small smile as he looked at him. "You thought you could get away that easy, huh?"

You didn't respond, crawling back to get back up on your feet.

Both men advanced on you, and you scrambled on what to do.

"Feeling quiet?" Steve questioned, and you couldn't believe your boyfriends were threatening you so harshly.

Bucky smirked. "That'll change."

And he swung for your face, knocking a punch right at your upper cheek bone. He swung again with his metal hand, and you were sure that he had broken your nose.

You tried to stifle the tears, not wanting to injure them.

"Come on, little spider, tell us how you knew about our exchange." Steve threatened, and knocked you down to the ground with one swift kick.

You shook your head negatively, attempting to get up again before Bucky delivered a hard kick to your ribs.

"Should we see, who's the friendly neighborhood spiderman?" Steve taunted, and Bucky nodded with a hum, reaching for your mask.

Alarms went off in your head, and you could feel hot tears running down your face. You immediately sprung up, deciding to whack both of your boyfriends in the face with your webbing with a quick thwip.

This caused both of them to stumble back, cursing loudly as they scratched at their faces.

You took the opportunity to sprint out of the room, following only your intuition to get out of the building. You could hear loud footsteps approaching and decided to slam your body through the nearest window and jump out, shooting your web to swing off of whatever building was in front of you.

You heard gunshots and through the sheer luck of your aim in your swing you avoided them. You continued to swing down the block, crying hysterically as you approached a roof you could calm down on.

When you steadied yourself on the roof you checked your surroundings and immediately ripped off your mask, throwing up as you continued your hysterics.

Everything hurt, including your heart. You felt claustrophobic and couldn't stop the tears running down your face. You pulled your mask back on and kept moving, deciding to head to the top of your favorite spot to retrieve your things.

You changed out of your suit as fast as you could, pulling your hood up to help conceal your bruised face from strangers.

You decided against taking the subway to your shared apartment with the boys, opting instead to walk the long way home. You ignored the multiple calls coming from your cellphone, undoubtedly from Steve or Bucky. You sniffled as you walked, trying your best not to cry uncontrollably again.

When you got to your apartment building, you could see the shadows of Steve and Bucky, moving around frantically. You guessed they were arguing, probably about you not answering your phone.

You let yourself in the building, begrudgingly taking the elevator up to your floor. When you got to the floor, you sighed shakily. You walked up to your door, hearing the boys yelling at each other. As you unlocked it the yelling came to a complete halt, and you slowly opened the door.

"Where have you-baby?!" Steve interrupted himself, immediately taking on your figure.

You inched out of the doorframe. Steve rushed to be in front of you, but you refused to make eye contact.

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

How could you tell them it was them that did it?

You did nothing but break down into tears, falling into Steve's arms as you crumbled on the floor.

"Sweetheart..." he shushed. "What happened?"

You shook your head negatively. Bucky came over to you as well, rubbing your back.

"Who did this to you honey?" Bucky tried to be gentle, but he had the slightest tinge of threat in his voice, one you were now all too familiar with.

"I, I, I..." You couldn't catch your breath, Steve soon taking the chance to demonstrate with Bucky deep breathing to help you ground yourself.

"Can we...can we just go to bed?" You insisted, watery eyes staring up at both of your boyfriends.

They had a silent conversation with facial expressions, and you could tell Bucky wanted to figure out what happened now, while Steve was more lenient on letting you get rest.

Steve helped you up, guiding you to the bedroom. Bucky followed, and you let them change you into pajamas as tears continued to stream down your face. They gently pushed you towards the bed and you got in, sniffling as they coddled you. Bucky gave you a concerned look as he laid in front of you.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, yea? For now just get some rest." Steve spoke, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You felt hot tears trickle down your face.

"Okay."

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #marvel #winter soldier #the winter soldier #mafia stucky x reader #mafia!stucky x spiderman!reader

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based on ^THIS^ prompt

Who Are You? (Mafia!Stucky x Spiderman!Reader)

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

-

Earlier That Day

It was a typical mission for you. Maybe, you pondered, maybe even a little more relaxed than the typical mission.

The goal?

Stop illegal weapon trading-specifically a trade happening between famous mob bosses Captain America, Winter Soldier and ex-workers of Tony Stark.

Typically a mission like this would have you in a frenzy, because fighting famous mob bosses? You might have unnatural superpowers on your side but they had much more hand to hand combat on their side. Stark had informed you, however, that the infamous bosses wouldn't be present, and it was only someone of much lower status on the mob chain that would be completing the task for them.

Easy enough. You had thought.

But as it turns out, Stark's sources were wrong, and it was the very well known and famously wanted assassin Black Widow that had stood in your way.

You thought your spidey powers would come in handy, after all, you couldn't back out now. You thought wrong.

They helped to a certain degree, after all you scared off the ex-workers and were able to ensure that the mob wouldn't get a hold of dangerous super weapons. What you didn't do was watch your back as the Black Widow hit you upside the head with the bottom of her gun.

This lead you to where you are now. Tied up, in the middle of a dimly lit room with no windows, with no way of communication with the outside world.

"Shit, shit, shit." You whispered, at least thankful your mask was still on.

You tugged at the restraints holding you. You could get out of them, you were sure, but what were you supposed to do once you got out of them? You had no idea what was behind the door in front of you.

You couldn't ponder the decision further, as the door opened.

Your hands shook at the sight of the two men in front of you.

It was your boyfriends, your boyfriends. Your boyfriends who didn't know you were Spiderman, your boyfriends that you thought owned and worked at a boxing club.

You were fucked.

That was when you snapped out of your bondages and went to run.

Steve caught you before you could make it, immediately throwing you to the ground.

Bucky laughed, and Steve had a small smile as he looked at him. "You thought you could get away that easy, huh?"

You didn't respond, crawling back to get back up on your feet.

Both men advanced on you, and you scrambled on what to do.

"Feeling quiet?" Steve questioned, and you couldn't believe your boyfriends were threatening you so harshly.

Bucky smirked. "That'll change."

And he swung for your face, knocking a punch right at your upper cheek bone. He swung again with his metal hand, and you were sure that he had broken your nose.

You tried to stifle the tears, not wanting to injure them.

"Come on, little spider, tell us how you knew about our exchange." Steve threatened, and knocked you down to the ground with one swift kick.

You shook your head negatively, attempting to get up again before Bucky delivered a hard kick to your ribs.

"Should we see, who's the friendly neighborhood spiderman?" Steve taunted, and Bucky nodded with a hum, reaching for your mask.

Alarms went off in your head, and you could feel hot tears running down your face. You immediately sprung up, deciding to whack both of your boyfriends in the face with your webbing with a quick thwip.

This caused both of them to stumble back, cursing loudly as they scratched at their faces.

You took the opportunity to sprint out of the room, following only your intuition to get out of the building. You could hear loud footsteps approaching and decided to slam your body through the nearest window and jump out, shooting your web to swing off of whatever building was in front of you.

You heard gunshots and through the sheer luck of your aim in your swing you avoided them. You continued to swing down the block, crying hysterically as you approached a roof you could calm down on.

When you steadied yourself on the roof you checked your surroundings and immediately ripped off your mask, throwing up as you continued your hysterics.

Everything hurt, including your heart. You felt claustrophobic and couldn't stop the tears running down your face. You pulled your mask back on and kept moving, deciding to head to the top of your favorite spot to retrieve your things.

You changed out of your suit as fast as you could, pulling your hood up to help conceal your bruised face from strangers.

You decided against taking the subway to your shared apartment with the boys, opting instead to walk the long way home. You ignored the multiple calls coming from your cellphone, undoubtedly from Steve or Bucky. You sniffled as you walked, trying your best not to cry uncontrollably again.

When you got to your apartment building, you could see the shadows of Steve and Bucky, moving around frantically. You guessed they were arguing, probably about you not answering your phone.

You let yourself in the building, begrudgingly taking the elevator up to your floor. When you got to the floor, you sighed shakily. You walked up to your door, hearing the boys yelling at each other. As you unlocked it the yelling came to a complete halt, and you slowly opened the door.

"Where have you-baby?!" Steve interrupted himself, immediately taking on your figure.

You inched out of the doorframe. Steve rushed to be in front of you, but you refused to make eye contact.

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

How could you tell them it was them that did it?

You did nothing but break down into tears, falling into Steve's arms as you crumbled on the floor.

"Sweetheart..." he shushed. "What happened?"

You shook your head negatively. Bucky came over to you as well, rubbing your back.

"Who did this to you honey?" Bucky tried to be gentle, but he had the slightest tinge of threat in his voice, one you were now all too familiar with.

"I, I, I..." You couldn't catch your breath, Steve soon taking the chance to demonstrate with Bucky deep breathing to help you ground yourself.

"Can we...can we just go to bed?" You insisted, watery eyes staring up at both of your boyfriends.

They had a silent conversation with facial expressions, and you could tell Bucky wanted to figure out what happened now, while Steve was more lenient on letting you get rest.

Steve helped you up, guiding you to the bedroom. Bucky followed, and you let them change you into pajamas as tears continued to stream down your face. They gently pushed you towards the bed and you got in, sniffling as they coddled you. Bucky gave you a concerned look as he laid in front of you.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, yea? For now just get some rest." Steve spoke, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You felt hot tears trickle down your face.

"Okay."

prompt idea:

au where reader is spiderman, steve and bucky are mafia bosses that spiderman is trying to take down-"captain america" and "winter soldier". they're already in a relationship and one day when reader gets captured in spidey outfit they discover that their BOYFRIENDS are the mafia bosses they've been trying to take down.

does this make sense ?? would anyone read ??

#winter soldier #mafia stucky x reader #stucky #stucky x reader #captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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being an american muggle dating poly!marauders would look like...

-lets pretend this exists in modern times pls <3

-just constant cultural differences. ALL OF THE TIME.

-the boys were traveling to the us and stopped in the cafe you work in, and it basically took off from there

-you immediately fell for the accents

-remus got a tea from the cafe, you had made it, and it tasted so HORRID that he made sirius and james try as well

-they were disappointed but the disappointment soon disappeared as james realized your phone number was written on the side of the cup

-they text you and set up a first date, let you know they're sort of a "package deal"

-for the first date you show them around your city, confused as to why they were so in awe that you had your driver's license

-the first date went so well that they extended their stay in the us to get to know you better

-it's not until wayyy later that you become Official-this is when you find out about wizardry and it just leaves you like :o

-"so what british people get to be wizards and i'm just stuck here"

-"no, that's not how it works dove."

-you blush REALLY hard at the different nicknames the boys have for you compared to the american counterpart: love, dove, etc.

-sirius makes fun of you constantly saying "dude, man, bro"

-"dude you bought me flowers!! no way!!"

-"do you have to call me dude"

-james approves of the american dude-bro persona you occasionally put on for shits and gigs

#poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #american reader

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Stockholm Syndrome (Vampire!Stucky x Reader)

It wasn’t abnormal for you to be walking around the city at night. You worked 12 hour shifts at your local hospital in the city, and your shift ran from 2PM-2AM. Sure, it wasn’t the best hours, but the pay was nice, and rent in the city for sure wasn’t cheap.

You were mulling over your day as you rode the subway in your blue scrubs. You were a phlebotomist, and today you helped run the blood drive during the day part of your shift for good karma. The thing that struck you as odd was the man who came to pick up the blood later that night–it wasn’t the typical guy, nor was it the typical “Blood Donation” van. You even asked him for proper identification, but it all lined up and there was no reason for you to hold anything against him. So you and your coworkers let him drive off with the blood bags. 

The man himself was hard to identify, he wore a baseball cap and sunglasses (at night?? you had thought). He was covered head to toe in clothing, even wearing gloves on his hands. The only thing identifiable was his hair–it was long for a man, coming down in a brown wave. He also had stubble across his cheeks, you’d be able to tell more if he wasn’t wearing a medical mask. 

He was also large, not just in height but in mass as well. You’d never seen anyone in your life as jacked as this guy, and that was with his clothes on! (You blushed at the thought of him without clothes on).

And so you continued to ponder this man over your subway ride. You hugged your bag in comfort and perked your head up at the announcement of your stop. 

Thank god, You thought. Only a 10 minute walk to home.

You climbed up the subway steps and were met with a warm, summer night’s air, yet still goosebumps rose up your arms.

Huh. Weird.

You started your walk to the subway and couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the lack of people on the street.

This is normal as always, You told yourself. Just get yourself home.

As you walked you continued to shoot looks behind yourself, convinced there was someone following you. There never was. 

It wasn’t until you turned a corner that you bumped into a large frame, dropping your bag.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry–I didn’t see you there.” You profusely apologized.

The man shot you a toothy grin (Wow did he have sharp canines) and bent down to pick up your bag, offering it up to you. 

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” He smiled, making you both blush and feel uneasy.

You took in his appearance, feeling antsy about the interaction. He had blonde hair that was combed nicely, he wore a hoodie (with a jacket over it) and had red eyes.

Wait.

“Your eyes-” You stuttered out.

He chuckled, looking down at the ground then back up at you. “It’s a birth defect.”

You nodded slowly. This was getting weird–you had a fair amount of medical knowledge, hell, you’ve had hundreds of patients in your career, and you’d never seen or heard of red eyes before.

“Well, I have to get going, so sorry again-”

You went to move forward and he moved to the side to block you.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” A new voice interjected from behind, and you could’ve melted in relief at the sound of getting saved from whatever was going on.

You turned gratefully to see who it was, only to immediately freeze up at the sight of another pair of red eyes.

You gasped in recognition. He had everything, everything but the sunglasses, mask, and gloves.

“You’re the man!! You took that blood from the blood drive, I knew something wasn’t right. You stole that blood!!” You announced, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m him. You were right.”

“And because you so valiantly pointed this out–” the first man interjected. “We’re gonna have to do this.”

The man from the blood drive gave you a hard stare, causing your body to freeze up in all of its motion. The only thing you could feel was the hard beating of your own heart. 

He sheepishly smiled at you (though it was unapologetic). “Sorry doll.”

And with that your vision went black.

a/n: if u want a part two let me know ;)

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #winter soldier #vampire #vampire!stucky #vampire!stucky x reader

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prompt idea:

a/n: i wrote this! here

au where reader is spiderman, steve and bucky are mafia bosses that spiderman is trying to take down-"captain america" and "winter soldier". they're already in a relationship and one day when reader gets captured in spidey outfit they discover that their BOYFRIENDS are the mafia bosses they've been trying to take down.

does this make sense ?? would anyone read ??

#stucky x reader #mafia!stucky #mafia!stucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #captain america #the winter soldier #marvel

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if u want to get emo listen to tchaikovsky swan lake op 20 act 2 and think about steve rescuing a kidnapped bucky only to have to fight him because he's the winter soldier

#does this make sense #does anyone see the vision #in my swan lake era #stucky

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You've Been Here All Along?! Soulmate AU (Stucky x Avenger!Reader)

in response to @mrs-rogers-barnes-writes:

"How about a Stucky x Reader where they meet their soulmate? They think she's back in the 40s only to find her sitting having breakfast with Nat and Clint one day."

a/n: i really liked this prompt. :3 if u have a prompt idea, send it in my ask box !

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Steve and Bucky had come to terms with a sad fact for a long time. They had each other, and yes, they were soulmates, but the mark on their arm indicated there was clearly another in the solution. They knew the likely scenario: there was some poor soul, wandering around in the 1940s, looking for two soulmates they’d never meet. 

They were happy together, but in a world where you need your soulmate, they felt a huge piece of their life was missing.

That was until there was a new recruit at the Avengers compound.

They’d been on a mission, coming back to the compound just to give report. When Bucky complained about being hungry, Steve dragged him to the communal kitchen.

There, you sat, with Clint and Natasha, going over how training went. You were wearing your usual workout outfit–a sports bra and leggings. 

Bucky noticed you almost instantly, your hair cascading down from a loose ponytail and your smile wide as you joked about with Clint and Natasha. He almost didn’t notice, in fact he was so struck by your appearance that he probably wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for Steve pointing it out.

“Buck-” he sounded breathless. “She has our mark.”

At the sound of noise the conversation between you, Natasha, and Clint stopped. You turned your attention to the two men and smiled wide.

“Hi!” You interrupted the silence. “I’m the new recruit.”

You got up to shake their hands but the two men just stood in awe. 

At their lack of response, you turned around to give Clint and Natasha wide eyes, but they had knowing smiles that almost pissed you off. What was going on?

“I’m sorry-” Steve said. “It’s just, that mark.”

He pointed at your shoulder and you sighed, having lost hope a while ago you’d ever find your soulmates. “What about it?”

Bucky lifted his sleeve, and Steve did as well. 

You raised your hands to your mouth to cover the gasp that escaped your mouth.

“Yay!! Happy ending!” Clint announced, and Natasha gave him a rough shove.

Before any of you (besides Natasha) could acknowledge Clint, Steve and Bucky had you enveloped in a large hug, picking you up off the ground as you spun around.

“We never thought we’d find you.” Steve admitted when they put you down. 

He gently caressed your face as Bucky kissed your hand.

“I’m here.” You whispered in shock.

The three of you drove home together, immediately ready to have a date night in and share everything about one another. As Steve drove the car, Bucky sat with you in the back seat, an arm around your shoulder as he played with your hair lightly.

You had no idea having soulmates could be this great.

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #stucky #marvel #the winter soldier

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Clean Shaven (Stucky x Reader)

Based on this post:

You thought you were surprising the boys with your new haircut.

You had just got it done at the salon, thrilled with your decisions. You had a happy bounce in your step, jingling your keys as you ran up the stairs to get to your shared apartment with Steve and Bucky.

You opened the door with a loud, “I’m home!”

You turned to the kitchen counter to put down your stuff, and heard footsteps approach. With a big smile on your face, you spun around. At the sight of Steve your smile dropped to a small “o” face. 

His once thick beard that you adored was completely gone from his face, his cheeks and chin smooth as ever.

He smiled at you cheekily. “Nice haircut sweetheart.”

You stuttered, butterflies in your stomach at your boyfriend’s face. “What did you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bucky walked in, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh, beautiful hair darling.” He noted, and came up to you for a quick peck.

Your eyes must’ve been bulging out of your head, because one thing you never expected was for Bucky to shave. You’d seen old pictures of Steve in his early Cap phases, but you didn’t even know Bucky existed without facial hair. He looked astonishing.

Both of your boyfriends chuckled at you, and you shook your head a few times to get out of your stupor. 

“Something wrong, babygirl?” Bucky asked, still smiling like an idiot.

“You both shaved !!” You exclaimed. “What’s the occasion?”

Bucky went to grab a glass of water, leaning next to you on the counter. Steve was the one who answered you.

“Just wanted to surprise you, but it looks like you had the same idea with the hair.” Steve mentioned. 

You turned next to Bucky and raised a hand to his cheek, his eyes completely amused at your actions. 

“So soft.” You commented. 

Your cheeks heated at the idea that popped into your head, and Steve noticed immediately. Bucky smirked with a knowing smile.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Steve tilted his head innocently. 

You shook your head negatively. “It’s nothing.”

Bucky poked at your cheek. “I think I know what it is, huh?”

Steve glanced at Bucky then at you again, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed, embarassed. “It’s just…it’ll feel different.”

“It?” Steve asked, still lost. 

Bucky had the biggest smile on his face, it would’ve been cute if you weren’t so flustered.

“You know…”

Steve’s ears turned red at the realization. “You mean…?”

You looked away.

Bucky turned your face to look him in the eyes. “Why don’t we test that theory?”

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #stucky #marvel #winter soldier

[lesbojournals]

thinking about a Stucky x Reader where the boys surprise the reader with clean shaven faces,,, reader is just in shock because she's never seen them without stubble/beards before.

should i write ??

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #stucky #marvel #the winter soldier #winter soldier

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Please could you do a stucky x reader fic where reader gets back from a mission and Steve and Bucky missed her. This leads to them cuddling up in bed and lots of kisses and sweetness. I hope you are ok doing this. Also, your other fics are amazing xx

Missions (Stucky x Avenger!Reader)

A/N: thank you for submitting this request! i rlly like this idea >:) i hope i did it justice!

You, frankly, were exhausted. You’d been on a round the clock mission for days now, and using your powers was leaving you to feel quite tired (if you must admit). You had the time to send the occasional text to your boyfriends, but besides that, there wasn’t much time to focus on anything else but your mission. 

So when the time came and you finally got permission to go home, you were absolutely filled with glee. You had stripped down from your uniform at the Avenger’s compound, comfortable for your travel home in one of Bucky’s crewnecks and leggings. 

While you were being driven to your shared house you felt elated, jumping in your seat as the car pulled up. You could see Bucky and Steve sprinting out the door before you could even fully get out of the car, and by the time the door was shut behind you they had you in a huge group hug.

“Beautiful girl, we missed you.” Steve said, holding you close. 

Bucky wasted no time in taking you in for a kiss, letting Steve kiss up your neck as you moaned into the kiss. You jumped at the beep of the car, and so did your boyfriends.

“My stuff!” you exclaimed, and before you could get to the trunk, Steve was there, picking up your duffle bag with ease.

The car drove away as the three of you walked in the house.

“I need a shower,” You announced, “And sleep.”

Bucky winked at you with a smirk. “Want company?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Not after what happened last time!”

The last time the three of you tried showering together you’d spent much more time than planned in the shower, simply because of the lack of space between two enormous men and yourself. You nearly died slipping from the amount of conditioner Bucky used, which led to an assortment of bottles and such raining on you (not your crazy tall boyfriends), leaving you bruised for a week. Those Costco sized shampoo bottles could do damage!

With that you hopped into the shower fast before Bucky (or Steve) could oppose, wincing at the new assortment of cuts and bruises left on you from your mission. 

“That’s rough, buddy.” You said to yourself as you cleaned the grime off your skin.

When you got out of the shower, in just a towel, both boyfriends stood waiting for you in the bathroom. 

“What the hell, guys?!”

Steve looked at you with worry, Bucky noticing your injury after the statement “What’s ‘rough, buddy?’”.

“What is this??” Steve approached, pointing at the long cut (with stitches) on your chest.

Bucky approached as well, noticing a large, discolored, bruise on your leg. “What did you do!”

“Hey!” You took a defensive step back. “Both of you out of the bathroom so I can get changed into my pajamas and then we’ll debrief. Otherwise I’m not saying shit dude, I’m not saying shit.”

Bucky and Steve knew better than to not take your threats seriously, so they reluctantly left the bathroom with angry looks on their faces.

“And you better both be in pajamas when I’m done!!” You added, yelling from the now shut door.

“Bossy.” You heard Bucky say as you slid on gym shorts.

You threw one of Steve’s shirts on. “I heard that, Barnes!”

You left the bathroom after putting your hair up for bed, entering the room that had both of your boyfriends lounging comfortably on the bed. They intentionally left a gap in between, you noticed, a perfectly you sized gap. You could also see steam coming from your favorite mug on the bedside table, smiling knowing one of them made you tea. 

“So,” Steve said, patting to the empty gap.

Bucky went straight to the point, also patting the gap. “Debrief.”

You crawled into the empty gap, telling them about your mission, your exhaustion, and the various ways you acquired your injuries. As you told your stories Steve tickled your arms, gently massaging them. Bucky went on his way to kiss each of your injuries, burying you in a fuzzy blanket and ducking underneath to continue his kisses while you talked. 

 When you finally finished, Steve pushed your head towards him for a gentle kiss. Steve was always so careful. You loved it.

A yelp escaped your mouth as Bucky nipped at part of your thigh, and you teasingly glared at him as he smirked up at you.

Bucky started to pull down your shorts. “Are you too tired for this?”

You giggled. Maybe you weren’t so exhausted after all.

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #stucky #the winter soldier #marvel

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hey everyone !

as a fairly new writer, i'm kinda scrounging for ideas. if anyone has any stucky x reader requests please leave them !! all i ask for is no smut as i'm not super comfortable writing it :) cheers !!

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #captain america #steve rogers #stucky #winter soldier #marvel

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Drunken Crafts (Stucky x Reader)

It was a painfully average day in your house, Steve and Bucky off at Avengers headquarters doing god knows what while you lounged around. You had already cleaned the whole house to entertain yourself: the vacuuming was done, the bathrooms were spotless, all of the laundry and dishes were clean and put away. You had even started dinner, cooking a beef stew with vegetables in the pressure cooker.

What else, truly, was there to do?

You felt like Rapunzel in the beginning of Tangled–you had already read a book this morning, you took a shower, you even clipped the cat’s claws!

You pattered around the house, convinced nothing would entertain you at this point, until your eyes landed on Bucky’s bottle of Tennessee Whiskey.

You glanced back and forth, almost nervous to be caught sauntering over to the bottle. You shyly took it and brought it over to the kitchen, where you mixed it with some sweet tea you had made earlier.

You took a sip and sighed happily, bringing both the bottle and the tea to the living room where you planned on watching some youtube.

As the drink became more empty, new ideas sprung into your head. You decided to get out all of your crafting tools, deciding on making both Bucky and Steve a masterpiece. After another drink or two, you couldn't remember, you abandoned the crafts and decided hey, what better time than now to bake some cookies? It'd be a fun dessert after having your stew.

With that, you skipped off to the kitchen, drink in hand, to bake. At one point you decided to take off your pants, after all, they weren't your sweats and you didn't want to dirty them. The same thought did not occur about the XXL Avengers logo tee you had on.

You turned on your favorite happy music, bouncing around eating raw cookie dough from the wooden mixing spoon.

The music was so loud that you didn't hear Bucky and Steve enter. You were too distracted making cookies that you forgot you not only had music on, but youtube as well, and a mess of crafts in the living room.

Steve confusingly walked up the stairs as Bucky took off his shoes, unsure of why there was so much loud noise throughout the house.

“Beautiful?” He called, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you.

He stopped in his footsteps, leading Bucky to catch up and hastily go “Is everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve pointed at you, dancing obnoxiously with cookie batter in your hands, and Bucky sighed in adoration, before noticing that you had no pants on.

He practically bolted up the rest of the stairs, and you caught his eye as he fully entered the kitchen with a “Buck!!”

“What're you doing honey?” He asked, looking around the floor of the apartment to see your mess.

“Baking cookies!!” You happily answered, swaying back and forth with a giggle.

Before Bucky could comment Steve brought his attention. “Looks like someone got to your liquid gold, honey.” He held up the now empty whiskey bottle.

Bucky stared at the bottle with wide eyes, then turned back to you.

“Is something wrong?” You laughed, throwing your cookies in the oven (quite literally-you didn't realize how aggressive you were being).

Bucky smiled along with Steve, and grabbed you from behind. “Nothing, we just love you.”

“I love you both too!!” You said with a hiccup, then you remembered. “Oh wait !! I have a gift for you two!!”

You ran off to the living room, while Steve turned off the very loud music. They both followed you in, eyes nearly bulging out of their heads at the mess you made.

You didn't notice their look, instead holding up a large piece of card stock full of collage, stickers, and drawings. It said “DrAwINg fOr My SoULmaTeS” in letters from various magazines.

It was frankly a mess and didn't make any sense, but Steve took it in his hands anyway. Him and Bucky were silent.

You started tearing up. “You hate it!!”

Bucky rushed to your side, cooing. “No, no, darling. It's beautiful.”

“This is fridge worthy.” Steve announced, and you smiled giddily.

With a loud ding! your attention was immediately averted, deciding to shout (in Bucky’s ear none the less) “MY STEW!!”

You tried to run to the kitchen but Bucky caught you. “Why don't you let Stevie and I worry about dinner. You relax.”

You pouted, not thrilled with this decision that both of your boys seemed set on.

By the time they came back to you with a dinner plate in hand you were passed out on the couch, drooling all over the couch pillow. Bucky put your plate in the fridge and Steve picked you up, cautiously bringing you to the bedroom.

You blabbered on about something in your drunken sleep haze, repeatedly telling Steve “I love you, I love Bucky, You guys are my favorite.” and so on.

“I know darling,” Steve smiled. “We love you too.”

How did you get so lucky?

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #marvel #the winter soldier