#bucky barnes x asian!reader

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

We Walk The Line

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: Instead of Steve Rogers becoming Captain America, someone took his place. Steve Rogers became the infamous Hydra Stomper and fell off of the train with his best pal (and secret lover), James Buchanan Barnes.

You never thought you'd ever become Captain America.

You also never thought about losing the only two loves of your life.

But now, in the present, all three of you are reunited.

Except... you've been keeping them at arm's length.

Steve and Bucky just want all three of you to be happy again.

Warnings: Canon divergence, dark themes, threesome (F-M-M), angst everywhere, a little bit of murder, slight allusions to Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky, lots of angst, mutual pining, shower sex, double vaginal penetration, spitroasting

Additional Notes: Hello! This was a doc I found in my drafts, lol. I originally wrote a good chunk of this, but then I moved on to different projects. However, last night I found this in the deep depths of my laptop, and I finished it tonight. So, there we are! I hope you all enjoy this little tale!

As always, if you’d like to read this fic on my AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 11824

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Clint Barton knew deep in his gut, that something was wrong. Even though the blond Avenger was deaf and needed hearing aids. It didn’t mean he was ashamed of being deaf at all. His family and the love of his life had learned ASL for him.

Most of them, anyway. Thor was still trying. But the blond Asgardian got a pass since he was rarely on Earth, or what Asgard called Midgard anyway.

It also didn’t mean that his other four senses weren’t working. Only, they felt as if they were enhanced. Because that deep feeling in his gut was telling him that something was about to go very wrong.

Or something sus was going on.

To be quite honest, he was sorta leaning on the second option.

He wasn’t quite ready to discover aliens trying to take over the planet again.

Nope.

Noooooo.

No, he was not.

Night had fallen through the Compound. Everyone was mostly asleep. Including Natasha. Who was still asleep against him, her hair splayed over his bare chest. Careful to not wake her, Clint slowly and quietly got up. Getting his hearing aids from where they were charging on the little nightstand on his side of the bed. He slipped them in his ears, hearing the beep. Signaling that they were on, he pulled a shirt and sweatpants on and quietly slipped out of the room.

As he walked down the quiet halls of the Compound, he saw two familiar supersoldiers walking toward him.

Dressed in their tac suits that looked a little bit dirty with streaks of mud, were both Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes.

The blond-haired Avenger waved at the golden-haired and chestnut-haired men in a friendly greeting. Steve and Bucky wore expressions of relief when the three men slipped into the kitchen. Bucky opened the fridge to pull out some orange juice.

“The mission go okay?” Clint asked the two of them. Steve nodded.

“We nearly got caught in an explosion, but nothing we couldn’t handle,” Steve replied to him. Nodding to the other supersoldier as Bucky slid him a glass of orange juice, Clint took a gulp.

“Ross is coming by tomorrow.”

Both Steve and Bucky scowled.

The Avengers as a whole didn’t really like Thaddeus Ross.

Bucky, Steve, and Cap especially.

Clint knew the leader of the Avengers didn’t like authority. They didn’t like pushovers. And after what happened with Hydra back in 2014, they detested the government even more.

With everything that had happened with the almost Chitauri invasion in 2012, he knew Cap wasn’t looking towards another physical appearance that wasn’t saving the world. But, as superheroes and people who protected the world, sacrifices had to be made. You could never get anything you always wanted in life.

Bucky and Steve didn’t like Ross because the man had basically demanded that the two of them were going to be locked up after the bombing of the UN. Mostly because Prince T’Challa had been angry, lashing out due to the grief of losing his father. Erik Killmonger, T’Challa’s cousin, had quietly advised him to keep his cool. And that was after the Avengers broke out the two former Winter Soldiers. And after Cap sent a very nice punch in the face to Ross that was deserved. Their words, not Clint’s. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t agree with that statement.

This would be against the law, but Clint wouldn’t be lying if he also knew wholeheartedly that Captain America would never resist the chance of punching power-hungry and corrupt Senators in the face.

Plus, they were great for viral TikTok and Instagram videos. And Twitter threads.

Not so much for the news though.

Fox News nearly had a stroke the first time.

And the second time.

Clint was fully convinced the Avengers were just full-on trolling them by now. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. He loved making Fox News have a stroke anyway.

Any day. Any time. Anywhere. He would do it in a heartbeat.

Steve and Bucky had already given Fox News a field day when they had explicitly kissed on live TV. The rest of the Avengers thought it had been hilarious.

Speaking of Cap, he knew that they were currently on a mission. They would come home early tomorrow. Until then, all of the other Avengers would see the two former Winter Soldiers brooding and being sad.

As usual.

“Not again,” groaned Bucky. “Doll couldn’t even hold it in the last time he was here. Didn’t she try and punch him in the face?”

Deep sighs that came from Steve and Clint proved his point.

“Yeah,” sighed Clint. “And then before she left, she was talking about how she didn’t want to be here tomorrow. But she will. In the morning. Ross is coming in the afternoon. Talking about that stupid gala we have to attend later this week.”

Grumbles came from Bucky and Steve unhappily.

They had hated galas. They hated being the center of attention. To be around senators and being forced to “play nice”, as Natasha put it. The former redheaded assassin and her younger sister, Yelena Belova, always remarked that the two were always so grumpy. It always amused her when they stood there, stiff as statues while everyone else mingled and had a good time.

Bucky swore to himself that he would get both of his former students to stop teasing him. One way or another.

But for now, the unsettling feeling of them knowing that they would have to attend another gala, once again, made them very unhappy.

“I hate going to those,” Bucky mumbled unhappily. Steve grumbled in agreement. Disdain was written all over their faces. Clint just let out a sigh. “Yeah, well, join the club. Nobody really thinks you’re a liability anymore, so no one’s gonna need to be afraid or extra cautious for the two of you suddenly snapping and going cuckoo cuckoo. Just don’t bring out the pew pews and everything should be good.”

Clint suddenly smirked. Steve and Bucky knew that meant the blond archer was up to no good again. “Sides’,” shrugged Clint, still looking gleeful. “We all know how good Cap looks in her dresses. Tony just makes her look fancy cause she’s the face of us, remember? Don’t tell Cap I told you, but her dress is gonna be a dark blue. Kinda like your old Howling Commando suit, James. You know— the one from way back in the day? That one?”

Oh did Bucky remember.

He remembered it quite well. He didn’t even need to go and catch a plane to DC to the Smithsonian to peep a glance to know what his former uniform looked like.

“… And Tony’s probably going to convince her to wear red lipstick because of good ole patriotism and all…” Clint continued on, rolling his eyes. Even putting air quotes around ‘patriotism.’

“Thank God Colonel Phillips didn’t make her do those damn tours.”

“Only because she was a woman. Colonel Phillips didn’t think that the world would take her seriously if the entire world knew that Captain America was a woman. If it was me, he would’ve made me do those tours.” said Steve quietly. Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Gotta love the misogyny of the good ole forties, amirite Stevie?” Bucky spat out sarcastically. Steve nodded his head sarcastically. Clearly agreeing with his boyfriend.

“Well, this is where you disappeared off too, Clint?”

Three heads turned to see who was in the kitchen. Natalia Romanov-Barton or Natasha Romanoff-Barton as everyone knew her in the States, with her red hair hastily tied up in a ponytail and a nightgown slipped over her figure and slippers adorning her feet, she stood in the archway of the kitchen. Her arms crossed over her stomach.

She had known something had been wrong when she had heard her husband getting up. A disturbance in the Force, one could say. And when she heard someone opening the fridge door, she knew it wasn’t Sam.

Because she knew Sam wouldn’t be up at this time of day. She knew for a fact that the other Avenger would be dead asleep in his room.

Wanda shared a room with Vision, who really didn’t need all that much sleep, considering he wasn’t human. But the Android enjoyed being in bed with his significant other, so that was that. And, Natasha knew that Wanda was still on a mission with Cap. So Natasha knew the redheaded mutant wasn’t home.

And Pietro, Wanda’s older brother would also be dead asleep. Just like Sam.

So that ruled him out too.

Tony though?

Tony could have been in the kitchen. That could have been a possibility. But she then had heard a soft thudding noise coming from Tony’s workshop, so she knew it couldn’t have been Tony when she had been padding her way down the hall to the kitchen.

Rhodey was off sleeping too. So he was certainly out of the question.

And besides, she had caught a whiff of someone deeply unpleasant. A really nasty smell that reeked of someone that hadn’t showered in a while.

Sounding a deep voice that reminded her of Yasha, she just knew.

Yasha and Steve were home.

Never ever, would she ever forget Yasha’s voice. It was like something you couldn’t wash out of your memory, no matter how hard you could try to. You just couldn’t.

So it didn’t surprise her when she had found Steve, Bucky, and Clint all huddling around in the kitchen drinking orange juice at three in the morning.

It really didn’t.

She expected nothing less from the Three Stooges.

“Tash, I thought you would’ve still been asleep.”  Clint groaned in Russian. Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “No.”  was all she said. Steve and Bucky just looked amused. “Oh… she’s not here yet? Great, we’re going to see you two mope until tomorrow afternoon. That’ll just go down great with Ross.”

Now Steve and Bucky were scowling again.

“Please don’t mention that name under this roof. It gives us stress, Natalia,”  Bucky sighed. Natasha just gave her old teacher a look that basically said, really?

“Whatever, Yasha. I’m going back to bed. You three should too. Although—”  Natasha wrinkled her nose. “...you two should shower before sleeping. Seriously. You two are going to stink up this place faster than Thor and Loki bringing that disgusting Space Egg over here last week. And you know how badly that thing stunk.”

At the aforementioned space egg, Clint, Steve, and Bucky all scowled.

That damn stupid space egg was going to be the fucking bane of their existence.

Meanwhile, on the Avengers Quinjet, with you, Sharon Carter, Maria Hill, Melinda May, and Wanda Maximoff that following morning…

“What about Dave from Accounting? He seems nice. Or maybe Mark from Statistics?”

Sharon Carter or Agent 13 as everyone from SHIELD had known her, looked at her companion who was sitting next to her. She gazed at the Stealth Suit, the dark navy blue, complete with the two white stripes and star embedded on her chest. The suit hugged her broad shoulders and beefy stature, which wasn’t really a clash with her French tip nails that she had got done weeks before that were still in good shape, nor was a clash with her hair that was currently tied up.

You hadn’t even had time to get your shield off of your back. It was still there. Secured. It pressed into the seat as you leaned back, closing your eyes a little. Wanda had fallen asleep hours ago, so Maria Hill and Melinda May were currently manning the ship from up front.

“Dave from Accounting measures all of his shit before he eats it. Remember that one time we were in the cafeteria? And he brought out his salad? And then he brought out his notepad and his measuring cups and started measuring his food, not to mention he was counting everything on it, and even wrote down how many calories were in it? He’s a health freak, Sharon. Not to mention, he spends like four hours washing and cleaning his car. If anything, he should just clean cars for a living. That’ll give him good money. Could pay him more than working at the Compound. Plus, it would make great YouTube videos. You know how popular car cleaning videos are these days.”

“He just likes being through!” Sharon tried to protest, to no avail. Because you didn’t look all that impressed. “Mmmm… he’s a bit too uptight for me. I like my partner a little bit on the wilder side. He’d be too boring for me. What’s Mark from Statistics gotta offer me?”

“Well,” started Sharon, “Mark’s really nice. He’s in contact with his family a lot. Family guy, you could say. Doesn’t spend forever measuring and counting everything and anything on his plate, so that should be a plus for you.” A considering noise came from you. That sounded nice. You could work with that, right?

“But,” Sharon paused, so she could see your head cock to the side in concern. “But?” you drawled.

“I heard from Katie from HR that he’s got a dick piercing.”

Both of your eyebrows rose up. Another considering noise came from you that turned into one of concern. “But isn’t that dangerous though? Like, what if we’re fucking and it gets caught in my vagina? And I have to go down to Medical for that? Or even the ER? Can you imagine the headlines for those things? How embarrassing would that be?” You questioned before you yourself shuddered at the very thought.

“Very embarrassing,” Sharon nodded in agreement with you. Although she expressed a snort when seeing you shudder.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Too many worries,” you remarked lightly. Taking your water bottle out of your backpack that you had carried along with you for the mission, you uncapped it and took a gulp of your water before screwing the cap back on and putting it beside you. “Besides, Mark and Dave— they’re not supersoldiers, right? They’re just plain ol, normal dudes?”

At Sharon’s nod, your lips curled into a frown.

“Nah. Then it can’t work. You know I’m enhanced, right? Like everything’s enhanced. That includes my sex drive.”

“No one needed to know that!” Maria shouted from the front.

“Well, no one asked for your commentary, Maria!” You shouted from the back in response. Melinda cackled from where she was in the co-pilot seat, making you roll your eyes in slight annoyance.

As if that was going to make things any better.

“So like… on average… like let’s just say, scale from one to… thirty, how many rounds can you go before you need to stop?” Sharon asked, curious.

“Thirty, huh? Broad number. That’s nice. Other women usually ask around one to twelve. Which, I guess they’re sorta close.” You shrugged. “Fifteen rounds.”

Melinda nearly spat out her water from where she was up front.

“Holy Jesus Christ on a stick!” Sharon exclaimed. You just shrugged again, still leaning back in your seat. “I mean, it’s not bad. Although I gotta tell you, Sharon, that’s why I’ve been struggling to find a good partner in bed. Nobody’s really a supersoldier like me. No one can keep up, really. Or worse, what if I end up hurting them too? That’s always something to think about, right? What if I get too excited? Or what if I end up breaking their dick? Those things we need to take into consideration, Sharon.” You told her seriously.

And they were genuine concerns.

Very genuine, important concerns of yours. Before the serum, you didn’t have to worry about breaking a guy’s dick, or worry that if you squeezed them too hard, you’d break a bone or something. Or worse, even a rib, if you weren’t careful enough.

Maybe breaking a rib was a little bit of a stretch, but hey— it was something to consider.

“So why don’t you just sleep with Steve and Bucky?”

“Please,” Maria’s voice floated from the front. “You know how stingy they are. I walked by their room one time, and they were still fighting and arguing over who should top. You know how aggressive they are. If they can’t decide who’s gonna top, what makes you think they’re gonna decide who takes turns fucking our good ole Cap?”

You thanked every lucky star in the damn galaxy that you weren’t drinking water at that exact moment because if you had, you would’ve spat it out all over Sharon. And you didn’t want to get Sharon wet.

When the Avengers had outgrown the Tower and Wanda and her older twin Pietro had joined the Avengers and the team had moved upstate to build the Compound, the first thing on Tony’s list was to make the bedrooms supersoldier proof. Like everything from top to bottom. Even the rooms were supersoldier hearing proof. Although, and you would never tell Tony this, but that one time you had walked past Steve and Bucky’s room, you had heard Bucky softly moaning Steve’s name under his breath.

Despite the so-called supersoldier soundproof rooms.

But you would never tell Tony that.

You didn’t want to hurt his ego even more than everyone else did on a regular basis. In good spirit, of course. Tony staying humble was everything’s number one top priority.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t like they could properly choose who would top back in the day either. Plus, the three of us just lived in that one-bedroom apartment. Just the three of us.” You couldn’t help but find yourself sinking into deeper, past memories. You still remembered being in the middle of Bucky and Steve. Bucky curled up at your side as he snored in his sleep. Steve, with that dim lamp that the three of you had nicked from the street on that wooden little desk next to your bed. Heard the scratches of his pencil against his sketchbook as he drew the three of you together, while you fell asleep to him drawing.

“… Do you miss them? Steve and Bucky?” Sharon’s voice brought you back. You blinked.

“Like… being with them? The old times?” you offered awkwardly. “Yeah… let’s start with that,” Sharon replied softly. “I mean… I would be lying if I said no. Because I do. I really do. Those times… I won’t ever be getting those times back. We had… plans. Plans to grow old together, I guess. Live together until we died, sort of thing. I got so terrified for them when Steve wanted to enlist, and then when Buck was drafted I… I really thought they weren’t going to come back. And then Project Rebirth happened and then I became Captain America, and…. you know the rest. I lost Jimmy. I lost Stevie.”

Your eyes drew down to the floor as you thought about it. Mulled over it.

So many years lost.

“Everyone always talks about… how empty they get when they lose their loved one. Or loved ones. But for me… Steve and Bucky were all I had left. Before I had the Avengers… all I had were Steve and Bucky. Even when I had no one… no one left in my family… I had Steve and Bucky. I can’t… I can’t explain how empty I felt when I lost them. They were my boys, Sharon. I loved them. I didn’t eat or sleep for weeks. Not till Morita dragged my ass out of the bed and forced me to eat a month after they had been gone.”

Your hands came to wipe away the incoming tear that was making its way down your face.

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

You had been flying the plane. Solo. You had been looking out at the sky, looking at the clouds. You had gotten Peggy on your earpiece, telling her that you needed to land the plane in the water, to go lower.

You had been headed towards New York.

You couldn’t wait any longer. If you had, people were going to die. You had taken out the little compass that you had gotten from Steve, flipping it open.

It was a picture of all three of you, smiling and laughing at the camera.

“Peggy, I’m sorry.”

“No.” Peggy hurriedly spoke your name, trying to protest.

“Hey, Pegs— I’m going to need a raincheck on that dance with you, okay? Bring your date. Okay?”

“Okay.” Peggy sniffed. “Eight o’clock, on the dot. Don’t be late.”

You could see it. The freezing water and all of the ice.

“Yeah. Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You still remembered Steve and Bucky’s words.

“We’re gonna take ya dancing, doll. Just the three of us. We’ll make it work.” Steve and Bucky had been beaming.

You closed your eyes.

Stevie. Buck. I’m coming.

And then darkness consumed your vision.

“… So yeah…” your voice was low, “I guess you could say there are things I regret, yeah.”

Sharon rubbed your arm in comfort.

“Cap, Agent Carter. One of you wake up Ms. Maximoff. We’re home.”

Later that day, in the afternoon...

“I’m telling you, Tony, for the last time— no.”

“I’m just saying Steve, it could be a good idea—”

“No, it wouldn’t, Tony. And you know it.”

Tony Stark crossed his arms. The Avengers, minus Wanda and you, were all huddled up in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, waiting for the devil incarnate himself, General Ross.

It was safe to say, that no one on the Avengers team quite liked the man.

Like at all.

If the Avengers had the choice between letting go of General Ross or eating ice cream, they’d choose the ice cream.

Steve had his arms crossed too. Bucky stood in the corner, looking every bit a stoic man. Clint and Vision were talking about something. Pietro was animatedly talking with them, even making gestures with his hands.

“Why? Why are llamas a bad idea, Steve? Huh?”

Steve expressed a sigh and his hand came up to pinch his nose in frustration. “Because they spit, Tony. llamas spit.”

“So?”

Steve just groaned in frustration.

“So, what? What do you mean, by so what? They spit, Tony! That should be enough for you not to buy them!” retorted Steve. To which, Tony just scoffed at him. “Yeah, and then what’ll the theme for the gala be, huh Rogers?”

“How about the forties?”

All conversation stopped. Sam Wilson, from where he was sitting at the table, got up and beamed.

“Hey!” The African-American announced in glee. “You’re back!”

You hadn’t had time to change from your stealth suit. Wanda had changed, though. Back to a sweater, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

Both of you were extremely tired.

You were in dire need of a nap.

You were also extremely hungry.

And thirsty.

Briefly, you wondered if the conference room had any snacks. Usually, they did. Usually, Tony would stash the conference room with snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. Drinks too.

You hadn’t even had time to take your shield off of your back, either. It still was behind your back. Your hands reached from behind for your shield, pulling it off of you. The sound of your shield being taken off of your back caught everyone’s attention.

“Yup,” you even popped the p. “Tones, you got any snacks? Like nutter butters? I’m freaking starving.” You quite happily made your way to your seat, sliding into the rolling chair with a groan. Putting your shield on the table. You felt two hands brush over you.

Steve and Bucky.

You knew it was Steve and Bucky without even trying. Or looking to see who it was who touched you.

Because you didn’t allow just anyone to touch you. They had to be special. Like the Avengers.

Or Steve and Bucky.

“… Alright you two,” came Tony’s slightly annoyed tone. “Stop hogging Cap. We wanna say hi too.”

Both Steve and Bucky glared at him. Tony just rolled his eyes. Clearly used to their antics.

Catching a whiff of your smell, Sam recoiled back. “Nah, I’m good fam. You smell, girl.”

“Well, you try going to a building and saving people. I fought too many dudes. And then after that, try going to a freaking debriefing. And I haven’t eaten in like, twelve hours. I’m really hungry so—” Pietro slid a Nutter Butter to you. You sighed in relief as you opened the plastic, and you took a bite of your Nutter Butter. You sighed in bliss as you chewed.

With your mouth closed of course. You were upmost first, a lady. You knew your mother if she had still been alive, would have beat your ass with a sandal, a back scratcher, or anything your mother could have yeeted at you.

“Thanks, Pietro. Sides’ y’all know how moody Ross gets when not all of us are here, remember?”

Groans came from everyone at the table.

“… You just had to mention that…”

“Oh my god, don’t remind me…”

“That crazy son of a bitch needs to stop…”

As your fellow Avengers muttered and grumbled amongst themselves, Steve and Bucky’s hands fell into yours. For a moment, all of the conversations became white noise as you leaned into your rolley chair.

Quite happily you squeezed their hands. Signaling that you were here with them. That you were a okay.

Voice low, “Do you wanna go to that Chinese take-out place down the street?”  Bucky’s voice was a low murmur in your ear. Making you shudder just the slightest bit. “We’ll get that one noodle dish you like,”  Steve whispered in your ear softly, his breath tickling your neck.

Damn the two of them.

They were just so fucking convincing.

Just like how the two of them used to be back in the day.

“Mhmmmm… that sounds great, yeah… we can make it a date, if you'd like…”  you were nodding with what they were saying. You were getting it. And it sounded great.

“Okay, and then we can—”

The sounds of the door opening stopped any and every conversation that was being spoken at the table.

Everyone stiffened when they saw who was at the door.

General Thaddeus Ross strolled into the room like he owned it. Your eyes followed him. Your eyes looked hard as ice as you watched him stand at the front of the room. Your chair swiveled around, so your entire body could be facing him.

“Captain.”

“General.” Your tone wasn’t friendly. But, it was civil.

Simply because the last time he had gotten you angry, you had punched him in the face. Steve and Bucky had to carry you out of the government building, all the while you had shouted in Russian. You probably called him a bitch too, but the memories were a little hazy.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had referred to his dick being the size of a Tic Tac? Maybe that had been it?

That had to have been it.

So you leaned back in your chair. Somehow still holding on to Steve and Bucky’s hands.

General Ross cleared his throat.

“So, as you all know, there is a gala net week. And we have decided on what the theme will be.”

“Hopefully not llamas,” Steve muttered underneath his breath so no one would hear, but you and Bucky had caught it. So had Natasha, which made you all the more confused.

What the actual hell?

llamas?

Just what the hell had you missed?

“After some decision making with the government, and due to Mister Rogers and Mister Barnes’ trial finishing…” Ross continued.

“Which nearly cost you your position, but yes, go on.” Pietro butted in loudly. You saw Ross’s cheeks color in embarrassment, or was it anger?

Either or, you didn’t know and didn’t really care.

Steve and Bucky’s grips on both of your hands tightened a little at the reminder.

Ross coughed and cleared his throat loudly.

“You should drink some water, Ross. Maybe it’ll help with the frog in your throat.” Tony suggested cheekily. That didn’t help Ross at all. His cheeks flushed even further.

“Just tell us the theme and the place please, General.” You sighed, already done with the day.

“The theme will be the forties. And the place will be the usual place just like last year.” Ross managed to say through gritted teeth.

Sounds of relief came from the room. Pietro got up, a pep in his step as he dashed out of the room, before smacking face-first against the door.

“… Open it first, Pietro,” Wanda sighed as she got up, and walked out of the room after her brother once he had actually opened the door.

When you let go of Steve and Bucky’s hands, they might have panicked a little.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to them. “I’m gonna go and freshen up. I smell.”

“We could always shower with you,” Steve, being the utter shit he was, suggested coyly. You spluttered in response.

“Uh-uh. No. No. Do not give me that face. Nu-uh.”

You were walking out of the conference room with Steve and Bucky hot on your heels.

“Come on doll, it would be fun!” Bucky suggested enthusiastically to you.

You, being you, made a noise. It sounded very alarming.

“No. My bathtub is way too small.”

“We’ll fit! Just like how we used to!” Steve was backing Bucky up. You just gave the two of them a look. “And risk breaking my bathtub? No, Steven! We are not breaking my bathtub with the three of us in it. We’re not… it’s not like before, okay? We’re supersoldiers now, okay? We could break shit without even trying. Remember the toaster for Thor’s Pop-Tarts that you broke the other day?”

Steve scowled.

“That was an accident,” Steve clarified. “Exactly!” You pointed out. “An accident! It had been an accident! That could also happen to my tub! I’m not risking it!”

Bucky spoke your name.

It made you stop.

Almost like you were a deer in headlights.

“We’re not going to break your tub, doll. We’ll be as gentle as possible, okay?” His words washed over you.

Bucky had always been a bit softer than Steve. Even when the three of you had been together back in Brooklyn, in the ye olden days, Steve had always been the one to punch first, ask later. And Bucky had always been the one to pull him out of shit.

Like now.

You still weren’t looking very happy.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But if you two break my frigging tub, you’re payin’ for it.”

That following week, on the night of the gala…

“Guys, I hate everything about this.”

Natasha and Wanda spared you a look.

It had been forever since you had put on anything forties related.

To your surprise, you still remembered how to put everything on though.

So there was that.

Putting on the navy blue dress had been like slipping into a second skin. Adjusting the sweetheart collar and making sure the buttons looked good, and brushing off any dust reminded you of all those times you had done it back in your day.

“The heels look terrifying,” was Wanda’s comment.

You just shrugged at her.

“Eeeh… not really.” You bent down to pick up the cream-colored pumps from the floor from where it was near your bed, giving you that nostalgic vibe from all those years ago. You slipped them on your feet, and you got up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help yourself. You twirled around once, twice. Happily hummed along to the Harry James Orchestra that was playing on your vinyl record. Tony had added some things from the forties to make the three supersoldiers feel like home. He had done it for you when you had moved into the Tower, and then for Steve and Bucky.

“My old man might’ve not been the best dad, but he talked about you guys a lot. Mostly about how nice it was to see three people in love on the field, and how it made him feel like he was at home. But he loved you. It’s only right that I do that the same.” Tony had told them once.

You couldn’t be more grateful. Tony had found the vinyl player at a vintage store and bought it immediately.

“… you know, I saw them in concert. With Steve and Bucky. We managed to get enough money so we could watch them live. It was nice.”

Bopping your feet to Kitty Kallen as you took the rolls out of your hair, so you could style them in the victory rolls from back in your day, Wanda let out a snicker. “Yeah?” She asked. “And how much were the tickets?”

You fluffed up your curls, chewing on your bottom lip that didn’t have lipstick on it yet.

“You know, I actually don’t remember that…” You trailed off, giving it a heavy thought. Grabbing your red lipstick, you twisted the bullet up, admiring the little vintage details on the cap.

“You should start wearing lipstick whenever we go into battle more often,” Natasha suggested cheekily. You just rolled your eyes. “That sounds very impractical. It’s like wearing a corset into battle. No thank you. I don’t want my lipstick smearing all over my face. Besides, I’ll be sweating too. If I wear a full face of makeup on, consider my mask ruined. It’ll sweat right off my face and my mask will get dirty. Uh-huh. I’m not risking that.”

Wanda’s muttered “I told you so” just made you snort once you finished applying your lipstick. Smacking your lips together, you put your lipstick down and took a step back, taking a second to look at yourself in the mirror.

It was as if you had gone back in time.

With Kitty Kallen crooning in the background, you almost felt… okay. If you tried hard enough, you could almost imagine yourself in the apartment you had shared with Steve and Bucky. You could almost hear your soft little giggles, Steve’s chuckling, and Bucky’s laughter when the three of you would snuggle together for bed.

Natasha put a hand on your shoulder.

“You should talk to them. Tonight. I’m sick and tired of Rogers and Yasha giving you puppy dog eyes from the other side of the Compound.”

As much as you wanted to tell Natasha that she was wrong, or that no, the boys didn’t give you puppy dog eyes and they do not practically follow you around like lost puppies— she had a point.

A really point. One that was really solid. Like a slap to the face point.

If there was anything you would never admit to, was that Natasha Romanov had a point. Most of the time.

Like right now.

God— sometimes you really wanted to loathe Natasha.

But, all things aside— she still had a fucking point.

Most unhappily, you grumbled something under your breath that had her rolling her eyes.

You didn’t even need to turn around to see Natasha smirking at you.

Little shit.

“I hate coming to these,” a certain brunet muttered under his breath.

It was far too loud.

Not to mention, there were too many people around.

Way too many people.

James Buchanan Barnes took another gulp of his drink, clearly annoyed.

The venue was a huge ballroom-esque-like room that had been decorated for tonight’s event. Billionaires, millionaires, and anyone who was of the elite class was here tonight. Bucky saw someone people in front of him holding glasses of champagne in their hands, deep in a conversation.

“I think General Ross just makes us come to these because he’s a sadist,” Steve’s cheeky remark brought Bucky back to the current conversation at hand, but it also didn’t fly past Clint, who let out a snort. “Please,” the deaf Avenger scoffed, “… he’s a masochist and everyone knows that. Didn’t you know the last time he got on Cap’s nerves, she compared his dick to a Tic Tac? Ross couldn’t look her in the eyes for weeks.”

“I remember that,” acknowledged Rhodey with a small nod. “It blew up CNN and Fox News for weeks. Mostly Fox News though.”

This time, both Steve and Bucky let out snorts of amusement.

Yeah. That sounded like you.

“Yeah. Hannity had a meltdown when she said that.” Clint snickered. “For three weeks,” Rhodey added with a smirk as he happily accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter that had been walking around. He quite gleefully took a sip of his drink. Clearly proud of himself and his statement.

“She was doing the… what did our space visitors call it? Oh! Right. Take names, kick ass.” Clint cackled, clearly basking in his newfound glee as Steve and Bucky rolled their eyes in amusement at the archer.

“The weird alien empath lady was really nice.” a young boy’s voice broke in.

“Alright, who allowed the kid to be here?” Bucky grumbled.

Peter Parker let out a deep noise of offense. “Mr. Barnes!” the teenager whined, clearly in the offense. “I’m a part of the team, remember?”

“… And Tony’s nephew, but we don’t bring that up, do we Little Spider?”

As if she were simply a fairy, the Romani-Jewish mutant had walked onto the scene. Looking very vibrant and regal in her attire, complete with red earrings in her ears. The Vision walked behind her, in his human form. As to not scare any of the other billionaires tonight. His blond hair was nicely combed back, and his black dress shirt looked great too. His slacks were tucked in and his dress shoes were nice and shined to the gods. All in all, he looked great.

Wanda’s hair was curled up into a chignon, and her skirt was a long, pleated skirt that reached to her mid-calf. The material was nice and flowy, and it was a light brown. Her cream blouse was a low-cut, but not enough that she was showing her twins. Quite happily, her brown eyes looked like they were almost sparkling in the boys’ direction as her red painted lips curled up into a teasing smile. “Wanda!” Peter yelped, as the redhead playfully ruffled the younger enhanced boy’s hair.

As the young Peter Parker yelped and tried to escape Wanda’s playful nature, Steve and Bucky’s enhanced hearing picked up on a pair of heels clicking their way towards the ever-growing group.

“Rogers. Yasha. Have either of you seen Cap?”

Bucky was the first to turn around and address his former student in Russian. “No Natalia,”  came his deep voice. “… we haven’t. I’m a little worried. I know she doesn’t like these events as much as the rest of us, but she would usually be here by now. Should we send a search party?”  he briefly inquired. Worry laced in his tone. Natasha saw two pairs of blue eyes staring at her intently, like the two most feared former deadly assassins of the twentieth century were nothing more than two puppies that were desperately trying to find their human.

Lovesick idiots, the three of them were.

Completely and utterly lovesick idiots.

The other fellow redhead had to resist the growing temptation to not roll her eyes in public. Of course, she knew what the public thought of her. She knew all of that shit by now.

But this?

This?!

Oh no.

Noooo.

Noooo.

She would not go through another day of the three of you dancing around like the three of you were doing ring-around-the-rosie.

Absolutely not.

She would claw her own eyes out if she had to suffer through another day.

“We’ll be fine here,” sighed Natasha. “You know Tony,” she continued on. “He loves the attention. He'll distract them long enough. You two go and find her. You two know her better than the rest of us ever will.”

And it wasn’t that she was wrong.

Because she wasn’t.

As usual, Natasha was right.

The master assassin looked at the two men who had looks of pure determination on their faces.

They had a supersoldier to find.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the building in a broom closet with you…

You had no idea when it happened exactly.

One moment, you had been ready to comfort Steve and Bucky and talk things out, and then the next thing you knew— you had started to overthink every scenario you could possibly think of in your head.

And that had led you to find the nearest broom closet to hide yourself in.

You had your first mental breakdown for the first time in forever.

You were pretty sure that you were hitting what some people affectionately called your “mid-life crisis.”

Full-blown crying and shaking.

It was what Steve and Bucky found when they had managed to hear someone crying in an abandoned broom closet.

Deep away from the current festiveness that was currently going on, was you. You, sunken down to your knees and sniffing.

Luckily for you, your makeup was waterproof. Foundation, concealer, mascara. So none of your makeup was smeared or ruined.

“O-Oh… O-Oh nooooo…” were the only hiccuped words that came from you in disarray, seeing your boys there.

And shit, they looked good.

The black suits really suited them.

No! No! No! That little voice in your head screamed at you.

You were not about to get horny after bawling your eyes out in a broom closet!

No! Nope!

You needed to get a hold of yourself and your precious kitty!

Absolutely not!

You needed to stay focused!

Weakly, you managed to get up. You might have stumbled forward a little because your feet were kinda still asleep. Luckily, Steve and Bucky caught you before you could potentially fall on your face.

It would have been really embarrassing if you did.

“… Nooooo…” you were feeling like total shit. “…. why is my life playing out like a daytime soap opera? What is this, General Hospital? Day of Our Lives bullshit?”

Still, you weren’t done lamenting yet.

“Oh my god… if there is a fucking God or Gods up there or some shit… why do you have to do this to me…” you whined. You couldn’t help yourself! This was a travesty! Truly the biggest scandal you ever had to face in your entire life!

Groaning into Steve and Bucky, you resisted the urge to whack your head on their shoulders to feel the slightest bit of any completion you could find.

Eventually, you just decided to say, fuck it and fell into them. They caught you pretty quickly as you let loose a sigh.

“I’m so tired… I didn’t want to come tonight…”

Hearing how small your voice got made their hearts break. You had buried your face into their shoulders, trying to desperately breathe in the cologne that they were both wearing tonight.

“Well… we can’t really ditch…” Bucky sounded so apologetic that you really wanted to kiss him.

So you did.

Turning so you could be in Bucky’s direction, you kissed him.

It took him by surprise.

You probably hadn’t kissed him or Steve in over seventy years.

Deep in that unspoken part of you, you felt like you were coming home.

Kissing Bucky and Steve felt normal.

This was normal.

You made sure to kiss Steve too. Because if you didn’t, he would look like a wounded puppy and you didn’t want that.

Pulling away from Steve, you had to take a few breaths in.

“God… I fuckin’ feel my age…” your mutters made Steve snort. Bucky chortled.

A scream gathered your attention.

It sounded like it was coming from the huge ballroom.

Your mood was killed.

Totally killed.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You exclaimed, rushing back to the closet so you could get your shield. Slipping your arm into the little slip, you ran back out.

“You brought your shield?” Steve said in astonishment. “Of course I did Steven! This is an emergency!” You were scandalized.

The three of you dashed off down the hall, getting there quickly thanks to the serum running through your veins.

“Stark!” boomed a familiar voice.

You had to turn your head a little.

“Ew! You really need to shave off that goatee dude. There are only two people who can rock the goatee and that’s Tony and Sam.” You even scrunched up your nose at the horrifying sight.

“Who even is that?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Justin Hammer.” Natasha wrinkled her nose. Seeing the brown-haired man with the familiar-looking goatee standing on the weird glider in the middle of the room. From the smashed window, you suspected that he had come through there.

“Justin Hammer? That ultra-rich dude that got thrown in prison for trying to steal Tony’s blueprints for his suits?” You sounded surprised. “I thought he was in jail.”

“He was,” Natasha couldn’t help but sounded disappointed.

“Oh well.”

Throwing your shield his way, Justin didn’t have time to duck. Because your shield smacked him right on his forehead, sending him back. Effectively knocking him off of his glider while Pietro, Wanda’s older twin sped over and caught him just in time before he fell to the ground.

“We apologize for this delay!” Your voice boomed, catching everyone’s attention. “We’ll be dealing with Mr. Hammer soon.”

Getting to Pietro, you picked up your shield and whacked Justin’s face. Knocking him right the fuck out.

“Anybody get me a glass of champagne? I feel like I’m going to really need it.”

A few months later…

The worst day of Steve and Bucky’s life started on a dreary, wet, rainy Monday morning.

They were on a mission with you, Wanda, and Pietro. The Maximoff twins had already cleared out their section, and so had Steve and Bucky.

You had just about cleared out your section.

Steve and Bucky had been making their way towards where you were.

And then just as soon as they had come over the threshold, it happened.

Someone had hit you right in your back.

Your scream pierced their ears.

Seeing it happen felt like they were stuck in a weird slow motion.

As soon as you fell to the ground, they moved.

They moved so quickly, that they barely realized what they were doing.

As they moved, the man above you slammed something on your neck, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you laid there still.

You weren’t dead, just knocked out.

Steve struck first.

Picking up your shield, he struck it right in the dude’s face. It sent him falling back onto the floor.

Bucky, with his metal arm, clenched into a fist, collided on his throat.

Steve slammed your shield when Bucky removed his fist right back down the man’s neck.

Over and over, again and again, they did this. Bucky slamming his metal fist on his neck, only for Steve to do the same with your shield.

A sickening snap echoed in the room.

Another slam of your shield and the dude’s head came off.

Blood was on your shield. The dark red color muddled with the sharp and pristine blue and white.

It was what Pietro and Wanda saw when they were alerted to your section.

A horrified gasp came from Wanda. Pietro used his super-speed to rush over to you, feeling your pulse.

“She’s still alive. Come on, we have to go.” The Romani-Jewish mutant said.

The ride back on the Quinjet was quiet.

Very, very quiet.

You were laying on Steve and Bucky’s laps, your eyes closed. If anyone hadn’t been told of your condition, a normal person would have simply just thought you were sleeping.

But you were not.

Before you had been knocked out by the dude, you had sustained injuries. Blood had been oozing out of your side and had soiled your Stealth Suit. Your hair had fallen out of its braid and looked awfully messy. You were also pretty sure, had you been awake that you were pretty sure seven of your ribs had been fractured because you had been stabbed many times. And, one of your lungs had collapsed.

At least, that’s what the doctors had told the team when the Quinjet had landed at the ICU.

You had been rushed to the nearest room for surgery.

All while the Avengers waited.

And waited.

They had waited there in the ER for hours, practically. Everyone around them was whispering, but no one had taken out their phones to record them out of privacy.

A couple of hours later, a doctor had come out.

“Mr. Rogers? Mr. Barnes?”

Steve and Bucky had never got out of their seats faster.

“Ah… Mr. Barnes. Mr. Rogers. Your wife is going to be moved to the ICU. Her surgery went well and she looks to be on a good road to be moved downstairs once we have a free bed.”

Steve and Bucky audibly breathed out a sigh of relief.

“… Of course,” continued the doctor. “There is still the price of her surgery which will be very hefty—“

“We’ll pay for it.”

Tony made a noise of protest. “No way Rogers,” was his immediate clap back. “I have the money to pay for her surgery. I’ll pay for it. She’s a part of the team.”

To which, Steve had turned his attention to Tony. “No,” came out of him as a snarl. His eyes were dark and burning with rage. “We have the funds to pay for it. We’ll do it.”

“Is no one going to ask about why the doctor said that Cap’s their wife?” Sam stage-whispered to Pietro, who just gave him a shrug in response. This led to Sam turning to Clint, having an in-depth conversation with the archer and the speedster over if you were really married to Steve and Bucky.

Steve and Tony’s bickering voices soon filled up the room as the two Avengers argued back and forth.

“Give me the paperwork,” sighed Bucky to the doctor. Too much shit had happened today for him to process.

He would really need a stiff drink after this.

“I’ll pay for it.”

Meanwhile, with you a few hours later…

All of a sudden, your eyes popped open.

Wanda and Natasha, who had elected to stay with you and watch over you, looked over in relief.

You were awake.

“Hey… Wans… Tash… have I ever told you about Steve and Bucky’s dicks?”

Wanda and Natasha stared at each other. Complete bewilderment colored their faces.

“Um…” was all Wanda could offer at this time.

“Yeah…” you slurred. “Even before the whole serum stuff. Do you remember how I showed you pictures of a small Steve, Tasha? Steve was fucking tiny as shit.”

Natasha remembered that.

She practically remembered everything you had told her about the boys.

“Uh-huh,” was what came from your companion. “No, I remember.”

“Ooooh boy, have I ever told you this,” you drawled, even hiccuping a little. “Even before the serum… Steve had a big dick. Can you believe that he had a big dick? Cause I sure didn’t.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged another look.

“Uh-huh…”

“Right so…” you were continuing on. “Steve’s a little curved to the left. Bucky’s just… he’s just so fucking big. Fills me up every time. He learned a thing or two from catching all the dames, I’ll tell you that.”

Wanda looked like she was about to snort out a laugh, but a sudden pained look made her stop right in her tracks.

Somehow, like the time that Steve and Bucky had found you weeping in the closet, you had started crying a little.

“Why did this happen to them? Why couldn’t it have been me who fell off that stupid fucking train?” you sobbed. The sounds of the many machines you were hooked up to and also wired to beeped around you.

“I thought they were gone! I thought they were gone and they weren’t coming back! I crashed that plane in the Arctic for a reason!” you wailed.

It felt as if someone had slapped Natasha Romanov really hard on the face.

You had crashed the plane in the Arctic on purpose?

“I thought that maybe if I crashed it I could see them again… because if nothing made sense or mattered… they did… being with them mattered… it was the only thing I ever wanted...” you wailed on, continuing to spill out your deepest darkest secrets like you were at a therapy session and Natasha and Wanda were your therapists.

In a sense, Wanda felt that.

Growing up with Pietro within Hydra ever since they had been babies, she had never known her parents. All she had known were Hydra’s harsh ways, and when the Avengers had come to clear out the Hydra facility and Tony had offered them visas and you had allowed them onto the team, Wanda never truly knew what the meaning of family was.

The Avengers were her home. Her family. Her life.

So when Wanda had quietly said that she was going to go get Steve and Bucky, Natasha held your hand.

And she held your hand until you eventually fell asleep again, dreaming about your boys.

A little over three months later…

You had made a quick recovery, due to the serum that ran through your veins. So on an early morning, you were out on your usual run of fifteen miles with Steve and Bucky.

The sun had yet to rise as the three of you ran down the perimeter of the Compound. Dawn had not even broken in yet either. You were in the lead, followed by Steve, and then Bucky. But you had cooked up a conspiracy that Bucky just allowed Steve to get ahead of him.

Little shit.

Upon finishing your fifteenth and final mile, you stopped running.

Heavy pants even came from you.

Steve and Bucky were just about done too. The both of them stopped and panted as well.

“Yup…” came out of you in pants. “Fifteen miles. On the dot.”

“Yup,” breathed Steve. Bucky nodded his agreement.

“I’m hitting the showers. You guys wanna come with?”

In the wing of the Avengers Compound, were the private apartments that belonged to everyone on the Avengers team. Your room was smack dab in between Steve and Bucky’s. Originally, when Tony had built the Compound, you were still looking for the two supersoldiers. You searched and searched and searched and searched. Day and night, you had stalked the deep depths of the Internet for any scrap of information that anyone had on them.

Tony had built these three rooms specifically for the three of you. The three apartments were inter-connected, and the three of you could go back and forth whenever the three of you pleased.

You had just got into your apartment, smelling like a sweaty mess. Yanking off your workout clothes, you tossed them in the hamper that you kept for your dirty clothes. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, as well as a new bra and panties.

Putting them on your sink counter, you turned on your shower, turning the dial a bit to the left. You liked your showers hotter than normal people. Not quite as hot as Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, but still, pretty hot.

What could you say?

You thoroughly enjoyed your so-called “dragon showers.”

Pushing your shower curtain open, you stepped into your bathtub. Pulling it back so you’d have some peace and quiet, you began to shave and shampoo your hair.

Just then, your shower curtain was opened.

You had nearly jumped.

It was Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Your boys.

Your mouth open agape, you watched as they, completely unashamed of their nakedness, stepped into your bathtub like they owned it. Bucky pulled the shower curtain back so it would close the three of you off, allowing the three of you some privacy.

“You know, if you wanted to shower with me, all you could do was ask. Not just barge in. We’re not living in the caveman ages.” Your sassy clap back had Steve and Bucky both rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. Even though your face was turned, you quite imagined them doing it.

“See? Proved my point.”

Lathering your loofah with your body wash, Steve had begun to scrub you down as Bucky scrubbed your hair with his flesh and metal fingers.

Seeing the black and gold arm was truly a masterpiece. Shuri had done a fantastic job with it.

“You don’t have to do that,” you sighed to both of them.

“We don’t.” Steve easily agreed with you. “But we want to.”

Crouching to his knees, he scrubbed your thighs and went lower to your legs.

“You almost done with her legs, Stevie? I’m almost done scrubbin’ her hair,” said Bucky. “Almost done, Buck,” Steve confirmed. Once Steve rose up, it was clear that he had finished scrubbing you off. Grabbing your shower caddy, you rinsed yourself off. When you knew that you were done rinsing yourself off, you put your shower caddy back and leaned into your boys.

“We need to talk.” Steve’s deep voice broke you out of your stupor.

Oh, those words.

Oh, how those words made you oh so nervous.

“Bout what?”

You had turned your head a little. You were looking at Steve. And then you were turning your head a little the other way, so you could look at Bucky.

“About us,” Bucky added softly.

You swore your heart clenched.

“Natasha and Wanda told us about what happened in the room. When you were cleared to go down to the ICU floor.” Steve explained to you gently.

“I…” you blinked a little.

Truth be told, you only remembered bits and pieces of what you had told the other two women. You had remembered blabbing about Steve and Bucky’s dicks for one, but everything after that, well… it was a little bit hazy.

“Did you really crash the plane into the Arctic?” came Steve’s gentle voice.

Suddenly, everything came back to you. It was as if reality had crash-landed on you.

Everything hit you. Everything everywhere all at once.

“Y-Y… Yeah.” was the only word that you spoke.

Looking at the shower nozzle, you slowly lost yourself in your thoughts again.

“When I lost both of you on the train… I… I felt like I lost myself. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. Timmy had to bitch at me to get my ass outta bed. I couldn’t… I couldn’t mourn you. I didn’t know how. There weren’t any bodies that they found. All I did was scream and cry. I did it for so many months. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up. All of that. So when I managed to catch Red Skull and I managed to kill him, I still didn’t… I didn’t feel complete. You two… you weren’t coming back. Killing him… it wouldn’t do anything.”

“So when I crashed it in the Arctic, I thought, ‘This was it. If I could crash it and I died, then maybe, just maybe, we’d be reunited.’ I couldn’t bear to think about a world that didn’t have you two in it. I didn’t know how I could possibly go on. Nothing was right anymore. The food didn’t taste right. The weather… it didn’t feel as good. Nothing felt good.”

The sounds of the shower contentiously going down the drain filled the empty silence.

Just then, you suddenly found yourself being picked up.

A yelp of surprise came from you.

“We love you,” Steve announced.

You blinked.

You had to process those words.

You really had to.

“We love you. We really do. We never stopped loving you. We always thought about you. Even when we were getting our minds wiped, again and again, we still thought about you. Even if we didn’t remember you or not. We still did.” Bucky added quietly.

By now, you were pretty positive that you were crying.

But you weren’t all that quite sure yet.

“I…” you breathed out, your chest heaving up and down in shock. “I-I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” you whimpered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Steve said quickly.

Oh, but you did need to say something.

You did.

Desperately.

Because if you did not say anything, you probably would never be able to muster up the courage to ever say these words ever again.

“I love you too. I love the two of you so much.”

Were you picturing confessing your love to your old boyfriends in a shower around six AM like a fantasy?

No. Not really, no.

You hadn’t been anticipating it.

Nor had you been thinking about doing it either.

Something deep in Steve and Bucky’s guts snapped.

And you felt it. Call it a sixth sense, but you didn’t really put up a fight nor did you question why you were suddenly slammed against the wall.

You weren’t really surprised when Steve had been the first one to slam his dick in you.

Nope.

Not at all.

You choked.

Like, out loud.

You might have even gasped.

There was nothing to hold onto as Steve plummeted you into the wall like a madman.

He just couldn’t do it anymore.

He didn’t want to suffer anymore.

He wanted it to be like the old days.

Like in those ye olden days, back in that one-bedroom apartment that the three of you shared.

How he desperately wanted the good old times back.

You cried out in pleasure when your orgasm made your thighs shake. It was a little sore considering the fact that you had run fifteen miles already.

And you just knew that having sex with Steve and Bucky would just make the burn feel even worse.

But was it worth it?

Hell fucking yeah it was.

Briefly, you heard Steve grunt as he came in you, the blond-haired supersoldier gasping. Sucking in as much air as he could.

“Don’t hog her the entire time Stevie, I want a slice of cake too.” Came Bucky’s amused tone.

Almost like a camera rearing into focus, your vision snapped right back.

You were staring into Bucky’s eyes, all the while you took in deep breaths.

When Steve pulled out of you, you swore you felt some leakage down there.

The sounds of Bucky walking closer to you made your pussy clench. You even felt it throb in anticipation. Between Bucky and Steve, Steve was always off working in the comic strip place he had worked at after graduating from art school, and considering that Bucky ended his shifts at the docks early, you and he had sex more than you or Steve. Mostly because of Steve’s condition. You didn’t want to accidentally hurt him in any way.

But goddamn, could he use his dick.

You inwardly shivered when you saw the look on Bucky’s face. Even though the water was still hot, and steam was rising up.

Your mouth dropped open when he thrusted himself inside of you.

Your entire body shuddered.

Cause Jesus frigging Christ, he filled you up so well.

“Shit, Jimmy,” was all that came out of you in pants. “You sound like Becca,” Bucky grumbled, making you laugh a little. A snicker from Steve.

He started moving.

Plowing into you, again and again, savoring the way your back smacked against the marble wall of your bathtub.

“Keep hitting her just right, Buck. The noises our best girl makes should point you in the right direction.” teased Steve as he watched from the opposite corner of your bathtub. He was scrubbing himself off with an orange loofah, one that he had brought from his own shower in his apartment.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Stevie.” snapped Bucky as he slammed into just right, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Pleasure was coursing through you as you reached your peak.

Your second orgasm hadn’t been enough to make you feel like your legs were jelly.

You were still okay.

Not yet.

Bucky breathed into your neck, his hips stuttering when he came inside of you.

One of your hands managed to reach up, gently stroking his shoulder-length, chestnut hair.

The soft moment was interrupted by Steve.

Of course.

If Bucky was a little shit, then Steve was the OG little shit.

And they were your boys.

Boy, you could pick em.

“Move over Buck,” snipped Steve. “Greedy asshole,” was Bucky’s snarky remark. A little whimper came from you when Bucky pulled out. The brunet-haired man had decided to wash his hair, scrubbing his scalp before rinsing it off as the feeling of being empty filled his senses.

The feeling of emptiness didn’t last long, however. Because Steve rammed himself back into you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as your vaginal walls clenched down around his cock.

Feeling all of Steve inside of you made your body seize up a little. Steve hissed when he felt the way your vaginal walls clenched around his erection.

Right before Steve thought about thrusting into you, Bucky had finished scrubbing himself off and was looking at his best pal with a disapproving look on his face.

“Why ya givin’ me that nasty look, pal?” Steve huffed at him.

You were trying really hard to make sure you still remembered you were still in your shower.

“Don’t be so greedy, punk.” Bucky slapped his shoulder. “Yeah Steve,” you were helpfully adding, “Don’t be so greedy. There’s plenty of me to go around Rogers.”

A yelp filled the bathroom as you felt Steve pull out of you, just for him to slam himself right back into your pussy. His release, yours, and Bucky’s smeared and trickled down your legs. Your pussy was so wet from taking both Steve and Bucky.

Luckily for you. You were a supersoldier. So this was no sweat.

But what happened next…

Yeah… you were not prepared for that.

Something akin to a whine of protest came from you when Steve pulled out. Only for Bucky to take charge and push himself completely inside of you. Causing your head to loll, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gasped.

Your hands clenched into a fist as water streamed down from the shower caddy onto your head. Water dripped down your face and down your body as you tried to frantically take all of this in.

“No more keeping us at arm's length, Doll,” Steve told you sternly as Bucky pulled out, as Steve slammed back in. It made you cry out. You were also pretty sure everyone else was about to wake up right now. Or at least, they were about to.

Steve and Bucky took turns pounding into you, making you come again and again. They both held your body tight, watching as your orgasm overcame you.

Your body twitched. Deep gasps and whimpers came from you.

Coming so hard, so deeply inside of you, Bucky and Steve grunted. Gasped, just like you. Breathed in deep as Steve’s hands fell to grope your ass tight, keeping you in place as his fingers slid up into your messy, abused, slopping mess of a pussy. Plugging you up, determined to keep as much as the combined fluids that were you, him, and Bucky.

The water continued to run down the drain.

When the three of you had decided to finally get out of the shower, the boys couldn’t contain themselves.

No.

They could not.

After the stint in the shower, you had been thoroughly brought to completion with Steve and Bucky on either side of you. You, sucking off Bucky while Steve, bless him, was pounding your ass like his life depended on it.

And it did.

It really did.

Could you fault him? You had a great ass.

Coming with a shout, Bucky swore loudly in Russian. Possibly so loud that probably even Natasha heard it from the kitchen.

You nearly choked on his dick when he came down your throat, his sac tightening as he gave and gave all he could to you at that very moment.

It was around this time that Steve came inside of you, filling you up. Bending his head down so he could sink his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. Not necessarily breaking the skin, but it would leave a mark.

The three of you, with you, sandwiched between Steve and Bucky. Taking in deep breaths as the apparent stench of sex filled your bedroom.

A loud knocking on the door disrupted the peace.

“Hey! Yasha! Rogers! Cap! Get downstairs or else you won’t get any breakfast!”  Pietro shouted from the other side of the door.

The three of you got up in a panic.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was happily eating their breakfast.

Tony was nursing a cup of coffee as he blindly swiped at his tablet, looking at the news.

Clint and Natasha were eating together, Clint with his plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Natasha with some pancakes that had been well dressed with maple syrup.

Sam had his plate pilled high like Clint and was eagerly chewing on his potatoes while in a deep discussion with Rhodey over what they were going to eat tonight at their usual place.

“There’s this new place that opened up in Harlem, my sis Sarah overheard that it’s really good…”

Pietro was happily eating his pancakes, topped with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. And you know. Powdered sugar and copious amounts of maple syrup. Wanda was the same. Vision was still in his Android form, informing the team here and there about the things that they needed to catch up on.

Such was the sight when you, Steve, and Bucky finally walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, there you three are!” Tony shrieked. All you did was blink, while Steve and Bucky openly rolled their eyes at the eccentric Avenger. Fixing the three of your plates, Wanda happily slid them over as the three of you took your seats.

“You woke us up! All of us! What with your debauchery!”

Now you were rolling your eyes in Tony’s direction. “It was worth it,” you shrugged. Tony just made a noise in his throat as you started to eat and chew.

“Milk? Tea? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?” Wanda offered.

“Coffee. With milk and two sugars, please.” You replied kindly.

“Coffee. Black, please.” was Steve’s reply as he scarfed down his food.

“Coffee with milk and sugar, please.” Bucky’s kind reply as he swallowed his food.

“Three coffee’s, coming right up.” Her chipper voice made the three of you smile.

As the team continued to eat and talk, you couldn’t help but smile.

This was where you were supposed to be.

This was where you belonged.

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[buckyalpine]

Bangles and Bordeaux

Bucky x south Asian reader 

A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3 

Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k

You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasn’t the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasn’t far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping it’d convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.

You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how you’d manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didn’t help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. It’s not even like you were his type, you definitely didn’t look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.

“Honestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I don’t really own any gowns, how is this going to work” You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. You’d only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.

“There’s going to be people from everywhere, you won’t stand out if you’re not in a gown specifically y/n”

“But- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.

“Look, just pack whatever formal wear you have and you’ll be fine, your cover as a couple is more important”

“Why can’t Nat or Wanda go” You huffed, you already didn’t know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!

“Nat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I don’t think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something else” Tony rolled his eyes, at Sam’s fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.

“I beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great couple” Sam grabbed Steve’s face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, “See? Couple goals right here”

Steve shook his head, snorting “Yeah, I’m sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backs”

“Good God” Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, “Moving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/n”

You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.

“All we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didn’t know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladies’ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping it’d distract him from his feelings for you. It did not.  

“It’s for one day Buck, you guys will be fine” Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.

“I guess…” Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. “Uh, married?”

“Yup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We can’t do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I don’t need another Mandarin incident” Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.

“Go and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!” Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go pack” Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Bucky’s lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I should have looked at where I was going” You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“It’s okay doll” Bucky’s cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. “I mean y/n, it’s okay y/n”. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.

“I’m going to- I’m going to go get ready” You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.

Bucky groaned to himself, he didn’t have any issues charming women that he didn’t care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper.  Pre serum Steve was better than this.

You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didn’t have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didn’t have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didn’t have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.

Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasn’t sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how you’d be getting to the hotel.

“How are we getti-

“Here Frozone, don’t crash it” Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing he’d be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.

Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.

“So, you think it’ll work?”  Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.

“They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like I’m in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiots” Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.

“For an ex assassin, you’d think he’d be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on him” Tony sighed to himself. “Scary stealthy Winter Soldier my ass”

“Wasn’t he a ladies’ man?” Sam didn’t understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women he’d never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.

“He was! He still is! He’s just…apprehensive…?” Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldn’t think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a little…encouragement.

“He’s apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?”

Steve and Sam stared at Tony. “Cotton ball?”

“Yeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldn’t be so scared of”

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The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didn’t know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.

Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more.  There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.

“Uh, I guess we should start getting ready”, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didn’t bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.

“Where’s your dress doll?” There it was again. God he couldn’t help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have a dress; I just brought what I had”

You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.

“Sorry Bucky, it’ll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, I’m almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soon”

“No, no, don’t apologize doll, I just…I haven’t seen that before” Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didn’t get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasn’t a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.

You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.

Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.

“You look so ho- I mean really sex-…very handsome. You look very handsome” Wow y/n. So smooth.

You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.

“Oh, th-thank you doll” Bucky’s face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe.  Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but you’d still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I’ll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as I’m ready”

Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.

“Take your time doll, don’t rush, I’ll see you downstairs” He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night.  

You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.

You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Bucky’s wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried you’d stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.

Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.

Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves he’d never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.

“Holy shit…”

His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.

“You look…”  He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.

Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubt”

Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.

“Could say the same about you, you look so handsome baby” Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.

“Shall we go sit?” His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you, you look gorgeous. Everyone’s eyes are on you babydoll”

“Or they’re on you; I’ve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubble”

Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.

You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.

“All we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?” Bucky still couldn’t get over the fact that you’d both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasn’t complaining.

“Mhm, that’s what the file said” You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadn’t done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didn’t seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.

“What the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for women” You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. “Shit”

“Quite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got there” Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Bucky’s death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Names Ulysses Klaue”

He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual.  

“Terrance O’Conner. This is my wife, Ava” You felt Bucky’s hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.

“Well aren’t you a lucky man Mr. O’Conner” Klaue’s eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, “Gorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satin” Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.

“Should we follow them?”

Bucky shook his head, “Tony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then he’ll get suspicious”

You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.

“May I have this dance?”

You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.

“You really do look gorgeous y/n”

“You should see yourself, Mr. O’Conner” you giggled, adoring the way Bucky’s nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.

Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something he’d have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.

“Bucky could you…please?” You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that you’d placed on the back of your shoulder.

“Of course” Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.

“I-I’m just going to…” Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.

“I can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bed” Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.

“No! Stay…” You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, “I don’t mind, really” Bucky couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.

“I had a lot of fun tonight…with you” You’re voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.

“Me too doll” Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you’d want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-

You cut off Bucky’s rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth.

You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.

“Pay up, I told you!” Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Bucky’s.

Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.

“I told you it would work”

“Told who what would work?” Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.

“That this mission would bring you love birds together” Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.

“Why are you saying mission like that” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.

“C’mon, you didn’t pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for info” Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. “Which I already did by the way”

“Then why the hell did-” Bucky shook his head, utterly confused “By the way, the target didn’t do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called away” Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didn’t actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.

“You can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didn’t want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the night”

“Were you watching the entire time?!” You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.

“Look, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldn’t be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each other” Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. “We’ll leave you two alone now”

Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Bucky’s arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“I can’t believe they did that” Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Bucky’s arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was worth it, my stunning satin wrapped doll”

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[brandycranby]

asian reader moodboard series masterlist

While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.

Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).

You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)

Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹

*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*

A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)

These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)

Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)

Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)

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m. masterlist

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[charmed-asylum]

Huhhhhhh is this a sign yandre Bucky request need someone face candy and I think I found my girl eeee

Update I’m a lying hoe

#bucky x female reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #Bucky barns #marvel #yandere #dark fic #Asian #asian characters #original character #hello darkness #SoundCloud

[tocastielandback]

Head first, no regrets

Lifeguard!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!SE Asian!F

#Marvel #Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #Bucky Barnes x plus size reader #Bucky Barnes x plus size OC #Bucky Barnes x Asian reader #Bucky Barnes x Asian OC #Bucky Barnes x SE Asian reader #Bucky Barnes x SE Asian OC #the models' IGs are biankicks and cherizarmaxine #my moodboard #mine

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Unwanted (Chapter 5)

Dark! Cheating! Bucky x Reader

Warning: Cheating

I wanted to break my own heart when I wrote this. I can’t say I was Wholly successful, but it stung a bit. 

The polls have spoken, Unwanted will become a full-blown series, I have gotten a few messages about making this a lighter fic and giving the reader a happier ending. Unfortunately, I had already created the outline, and didn't feel like changing the direction the series was going, however in the future I will pay more mind to this feedback. In the meantime, I will provide a warning for when the good times end for the reader. Thank you for supporting my works.

Series List

Note: Finale Chapter, mostly ties loose ends

Frank was dead. 

Bucky thought to share this news with you on the car ride home, he said the ambulance didn’t get to the apartment on time, but something told you that he had something to do with it, considering how nonchalant his voice sounded.

When you started crying you couldn’t stop, and this annoyed Bucky beyond reason. 

“Bequiet, there are plenty of reasons to not cry, like the old asian lady,”

You could hear the thinly veiled threat in his voice, and did your best to smother your tears by devoting your full attention to the newborn in your arms. 

It was a boy. 

Bucky wanted to name him James Jr. but you shut that idea down when you said you preferred Frank. 

His fists had clenched, but he compromised when you mentioned that you liked the name Finn. 

You chose this name because there was a show, The adventures of Finn and Jake, that you and Frank had binged together. You briefly remembered him mentioning that it was definitely one of his favorites, and you felt a sense of  triumph that you still got to give your child a name with a relation to Frank, without Bucky knowing. 

Bucky didn’t know this, and he probably never would.

Although he still insisted on giving the baby his surname, and asserted that the second name should be James. 

Finn James Barnes. 

How awkward, but you relented.

When you do get to his house, you immediately see Lily, in the living room, watching TV with a somber look on her face. She looks up, and when she makes eye contact with you, her face sours. She quickly unlocks the wheels of her chair and rolls away. 

“She has nowhere else to go, so I’m letting her stay as long as she needs,” he explains.

“That’s none of my business, I plan on going back home with my baby as soon as I recover,” you reply.

“What home?” he asks. 

“My home,” you sit on the couch and find that Lily had been watching ‘The adventures of Finn and Jake’. You freeze to  keep yourself from chuckling at the irony, the moment, however, bittersweet.

“Alright, let's get some things straight, first, this is your home, I’ve already taken care of the apartment.”

Your back straightens “How-”

“It’s not as hard as you think when we’re still married, especially with a crime happening in the unit.”

“We’re not married I-”

“You what?” he interrupts “If you’d like we can go to town hall to see if ANY divorce papers had been processed under your name, I don’t even think they received any paperwork to file,”

The more he opened his mouth the worse things seemed to get. 

“Right!,” he claps his hands together “And second, I don’t want you working, you’re staying home full time to take care of me and the baby. You may need to do a few things when it comes to Lily, but nothing excessive”

Before this entire debacle, you remembered Bucky used to be very adamant about you being a housewife/Stay-at-home mom. It’s why you had quit your job in the first place, and now it just makes you sick to your stomach, that out of everyone involved in this mess he got to keep his happy ending.

Many things happened since your return from the hospital, Bucky had forced you to visit your parents again. 

At first they were happy that they still had a grandchild after everything that had happened. But it seemed like they had placed the blame on you for what happened to Lily. How it wasn’t fair that you got to keep your baby and she was forced to stay stagnant. 

You told Bucky you wanted to disown them and you didn’t want them around your baby anymore. 

To your surprise, he completely agreed. 

Bucky had a state of the art nursery built for the Baby, complete with a thumbprint scanner that regulated who could come in and out.

When you first found out you thought that maybe this was to prevent Lily from hurting Finn, since she had no access. But as they got into more details. 

It turns out that you lost access to the room between 10 pm and 5 am, and if the baby wasn’t in bed by 9:30 pm the room would set off an alarm. 

Only Bucky was allowed in the room 24/7 and he was the only one who was able to disengage or override the alarm.

The only time you were allowed to have access in a 24 hr period was when Bucky went out for a mission, which was rare. And when he did the entire house was on lockdown until he came back.

You asked what would happen to them if he never came back, or if an emergency occurred, and all he said was that there were parameters in place for those situations.

And Lily, poor idiotic Lily. 

She was angry with you for the longest time, during which you kept Finn as far away as possible when you had to deal with her. 

It was a Sunday, and Bucky had been out on a two day mission, which meant that the house was on lockdown. 

You were bringing Lily her dinner, and you noticed her face was wet from crying.

“You ruined my life,” she said, tears running down her cheeks and falling from her chin. 

This made you angry, throughout this entire situation the only thing you were willing to take responsibility for was Frank’s death. You felt that had you not provoked Bucky, he might still be alive, living his life and you said as much. 

“And you had to keep the baby too?” she responds.

“You stupid bitch” you whispered, and she gasped, never having had your anger directed at her “ Had you not cheated on Frank, or slept with Bucky when I opened my home to you,you would have never landed in this position.”

“You are a complete fuck up, you walk around setting fires and burning bridges in everyones life, and act like you’re completely innocent.” you cross your arms.” Now, Frank-,” your voice broke speaking out his name “-is dead'' you whispered “and you can’t walk”

You got in her face “You have no one else to blame for your situation but yourself” You dropped her food on her desk and walked away slamming the door on your way out.

Lily had gone mute after that. Choosing to roll around as an empty shell instead of facing the chaos that she caused. You felt terrible, and a part of you wished you could just take it back and allow her to live in her delusional headspace. 

As soon as you were able to, Bucky made sure that you would complete your wifely duties to the fullest.

It started 2 weeks after you arrived at his home, he pinned you down and fucked you into submission throughout the night. And every night after about a month you fought back until you realized that your situation was futile. 

Tonight, as he took you from behind, pulling out all sorts of sounds from you, you couldn’t help but think that this was not what you wanted for your life. You never expected to be so miserable in such an expensive house, in a beautifully decorated master bedroom, on top of upscale Egyptian cotton sheets. 

He removed himself from you so that he could turn you to face him. Once he re-entered your cunt, his lips quickly found yours, and you could feel him reaching his climax. 

Kissing. 

You never expected someone like Bucky to be so turned on by kissing that it would push him over the edge. But everytime, it worked without fail. 

When he was done violating you, he’d wrap you in his arms, and fall asleep, as if you were some Happy couple. 

The next morning, you rushed to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. You didn’t know how long you sat over the toilet, but it wasn’t long before Bucky had a hand rubbing circles around your back and a pregnancy test in your face. 

You looked up to see his signature shit-eating grin, and your heart dropped to your stomach. 

You didn’t know if you could do this again.

End.

Taglist:

@cjand10 @lovely-geek @vicmc624

@stuffyownswrld @buckysmainhxe @goobysgoobers

@chemtrails-club @buckystevelove @kentokaze @notlive06

@bruher @lovely-geek @bluebluesoblue @pattiemac1

#dark bucky x reader #cheating bucky #cheating! bucky barnes #cheating! bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #angst #dark! Bucky Barnes x Reader

[dreamlandcreations]

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

#wip tag game #i'm the worst #🙈

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #writer recs #fic rec masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!ari levinson x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader #mob!steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!steve rogers x black!reader #steve kemp x reader #lee bodecker x reader #jake jensen x reader #robert pronge x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #destroyer!chris x reader #hal carter x reader #curtis everett x reader

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

#fic rec #january fic rec #bucky barnes #eddie munson #steve rogers #colin shea #ari levinson #steve harrington #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #destroyer!chris

[alltheficsiwant]

Main Masterlist

Hi I'm J and this is my master list of stories. I have only written several and I focus my posting mainly on Ao3 but fret not. All stories there will be posted here. :) If you don't have an Ao3 account, you can find my works here too.

I am a big fan of Dramione, Bucky Barnes, Marvel BOTH Comics and Cinematic Universe and Eddie Munson. I write with a reader insert and if I'm writing for a couple like Dramione or Romanogers; I usually put myself in the story. The girl, who is asian, five feet flat and an introvert and has a name that starts with J. That would be me written in the story. Here is the list below. Categorized by the Character I write. This will be updated from time to time. :) I mainly post on Ao3 with my series but my one shots will be posted here in my tumblr first. :)

CREDITS TO ALL THE OWNERS OF THE PICTURE I AM USING AS BANNERS. (Source: pinterest)

FOR TAGLIST: Please make sure to follow me and message me through my ASK if you want to be included. :D Thankieee!

Legends:

🤗 - Fluff

💔 - Angst

🖤 - Dark Themes Involved

🌶 - Smut/Lemon

Warnings: My story is for 18+ readers. I have the tendency to be dark and I'm a bit graphic with violence, mentions of blood, rape or other dark themes. Please be warned.

😍JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES / BUCKY BARNES

🎸 EDDIE MUNSON

➡ Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? (Eddie Munson x Harrington!F!reader) 🤗💔🖤 [COMPLETE; Undergoing Editing] Summary: After a series of unfortunate events in Utah that she would rather forget which she moved to from Hawkins. Reader moves back to her old hometown just in time for her senior year. She half expected it to be the same old boring Hawkins as she remembered back at middle school. 

She was wrong. Apparently, Hawkins is now home to the monsters she thought only existed in D&D and now she is in the middle of an impending doom on her beloved hometown. Really, she was just passing through and now she might have a reason to stay.

Yeah, it’s nothing to do with her small crush on a certain fellow senior. A metal head who is always up to no good. It’s really about saving the town she is starting to love again, yes?

➡ Here We Go Again (Sequel to Same Old Hawkins, Or Not?) 🤗💔🖤 [COMPLETED] Summary: The Summer of '85 is on the roll. Reader has started her job as a printing personnel in the Hawkins Post with the help of Nancy and Jonathan who are both in their internship as a writer and photographer respectively. Eddie on the other hand is working as a part time mechanic at Jaeger’s Auto shop while Steve continues to work at Scoop’s Ahoy with Robin alongside him.

The kids, well, they are enjoying their summer with the mall in full operation and the upcoming fair that is being planned by the Mayor. Really, as long as all of the upside down remains quiet, everything will be great.

Unfortunately, their plans are going to be in ruins when one Billy Hargrove starts to take interest in the reader. Though, it was much better if it was just some misguided infatuation but apparently there is much more into it than meets the eye.

Reader was really happy not to deal with the upside down and would face a million Billy Hargrove, in fact the rest of them would be happy not to deal with it at all. Apparently, its not done yet. It is just getting started.

➡ Magnetic Attraction (Werewolf!Eddie x Human!Reader) 🌶🤗💔 In Progress.... [Writing parts]

👮‍♂️LEE BODECKER

➡ Mind Palace : Lee Bodecker 🖤💔 In Progress... [Set in a Universe called Mind Palace. It will have Eddie and Bucky soon and other characters I can write on. Lee is the first one to enter]

💑DRACO MALFOY / HERMIONE GRANGER

➡Untitled Dramione 🤗💔 In Progress... [Set still in HP Universe but altered. Already four parts in.]

#bucky barnes #eddie munson #lee bodecker #dramione #masterlist

[skinnywalker]

Welcome to reader typestober! I'm trying to do ones that are written about very little so there's some verity.

Here the list I have so far please let me know if you want anything specific.

Day 1 - vitiligo (argyle x gn reader)

Day 2 - insomnia

Day 3 - dreadlocks (Eddie Munson x Male reader)

Day 4 - non-american reader (bucky barnes x east Asian male reader)

Day 5 - paralyzed legs (eleven x reader)

Day 6 - reader with verbal/physical tics (Max Mayfield x reader)

Day 7 - reader who practices voodoo - (Eden Bingham x reader)

Day 8 - reader who's a Buddhist (Eddie Munson x Male Reader)

Day 9 - reader who is a ghost

Day 10 - reader who survived chemo

Day 11 - adopted little sibling

Day 12 - supernatural creature (Max Mayfield x vampire reader)

Day 13 - autistic reader (sam Winchester x reader)

Day 14 - SCP creature

Day 15 - time traveler (Chrissy Cunningham x reader)

Day 16 - intersex

Day 17 - pornstar/adult model

Day 18 - professional swimmer

Day 19 - metal/screamo singer

Day 20 - heterochromia

Day 21 - immortal (Eleven x reader)

Day 22 - trans reader

Day 23 - asexual (argyle x reader)

Day 24 - god/godness (Arthur Havisham x male reader)

Day 25 - child/tween reader

Day 26 - experimented on

Day 27 - android/robot

Day 28 - elemental bender (Dream of the endless x reader)

Day 29 - adhd (Max Mayfield x male reader)

Day 30 - colorful hair

Day 31 - junji ito monster

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[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Satisified (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x CEO Omega Female Reader

Summary: You've been in love with James Barnes for... forever, it seems like. For the past two years of his marriage to your sister, you've been repressing your romantic feelings towards him because he's married. You'd never hurt your sister like that. 

But after she passes away suddenly, James leaves. Leaving you alone and giving you a position of wealth that you never wanted. 

Four years later, you're trying your best to keep things together until James barges back into your life. To his surprise though, you want to get married. You want to settle down, regardless if you love your future partner or not. 

And James... well... he doesn't quite know how to feel about it.

Not really.

Chapter Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, angst, discussions of children and marriage.

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Apologies for the small hiatus. I took a small vacation in LA and some family stuff came up. But, here I am back with the new chapter! I hope this makes up for my absence!

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Word Count: 5,160

A little later, at the party with you…

You never really liked going to parties.

Any extravagant social events, really.

However, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, observing your current fit for the night⎯ you couldn’t help but be lowkey kinda proud of yourself.

Your crimson red dress was on point.

Your makeup was on point.

Really, you were proud.

Plus, your parents were going to be here. Some tiny part of you wanted to go; to be there so they wouldn’t be alone.

Almost thirty years old, and you were still a people pleaser.

At least that hadn’t changed at all. Somewhere deep inside you, that was a comforting feeling.

At least that part of you was still there, even after all these years.

The women’s bathroom was empty. The party barely started, so you were left with some privacy to yourself before things got crazier. Your Omega wasn’t really fond of all the partying. It was too loud. Too many people. All the scents were going to get mixed up and it was going to officially give her whiplash.

No thank you.

Clearly irritated with everything and anything; she sunk back down, laying in her cage in the back of your mind.

She was going to be peaceful.

For now.

With that embedded in your mind, you finally mustered up the courage to leave the women’s bathroom.

If you were gonna be totally honest, it hadn’t been a shabby bathroom. The bathroom had a waiting room with two long couches, a huge gold mirror with vintage details, and the bathroom behind it that was separated by the door.

The bathroom was bigger, with six stalls and six sinks. And like every rich person out there, it was minimalistic with marble granite countertops for the sinks.

The loud chatter of people engaging in conversation alerted you to why you were here.

Charity galas.

You did them once a month. Mostly to raise money, and unfortunately, as a result, see other depraved rich people try and pretend that they actually gave a shit about poor people and “doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.”

You called bullshit.

Either way, you reminded yourself to keep your head up. It would be the only thing that would keep you sane.

As you weaved through the crowd, people who you couldn’t recognize, or maybe their names didn’t pop into your head at that very second; you finally made your way to the refreshment table.

When you were younger and your parents brought you to these types of parties with Dot, you’d escape to the refreshment and snack table. She was much more social than you, often talking to other politicians, heirs, heiresses, or any other rich person.

Somehow, you had an inkling feeling that people still compared you to your sister. Tabloids did it. Your parents did it sometimes. Other people who you grew up with within your social class did it too. Especially after Dot’s death; the comparison came back.

You hated it.

You hated everything.

You were so tired.

Running your parent’s empire got easier as the years had gone on. You could even admit you enjoyed running the company your own way. It was something you had gotten used to in the past four years.

Recently however, talk started.

You were an Omega. An unbonded, unmatted Omega. You knew if your parents were more determined, they would’ve written up a Bondmate Contract and you would’ve been locked into a marriage with an Alpha you didn’t know. Forget love.

Love was fucking dead.

You had loved once. And look where that got you!

Dot and James had been the luckier ones in your elite circle. They had fallen in love out of their own volition and had been happy together. Of course, that didn’t mean an Alpha and an Omega in a Bondmate Contract couldn’t learn to love each other. Steve Rogers and his Omega were prime examples of love coming from an arranged union.

Your mother suggested to you last month since your thirtieth birthday had come and gone, that maybe it was time for you to begin to start looking for a potential Alpha to settle down with.

You told her you’d consider it.

But now though, you were really starting to ponder it. Surely, you could find some nice, boring rich Alpha to settle down with? Someone who would leave you to your own devices but still; you could be somewhat comfortable enough to be with?

That could be possible, right?

It was what you thought about as you grabbed a glass of lemonade, sipping at it while grabbing a small plate so you could stock up on snacks. Picking up the tongs, you loaded your plate up and resigned yourself to the edge of the huge ballroom that had been converted into the charity gala tonight.

Now you were starting to feel like yourself again.

Munching happily on your snacks and drinking your lemonade, you politely greeted people as they passed by if they caught a glimpse of you.

For the first time in a while, you felt safe.

For the first time in a while, you felt as if you could finally let your shoulders loose and breathe.

For the first time in a while, you admitted that you didn’t feel like it was such a burden, seeing all the sympathetic looks thrown your way whenever someone whispered about James not being here.

For the first time in a while, you admitted that you didn’t miss James all that much. That feeling of hurt that bloomed in your chest that twisted and turned when you thought about him was lighter these days.

And then, as if the universe wanted to torture you once more; the doors opened.

And you saw it.

Familiar blue eyes and that head of chestnut brown hair that you’d never forget.

That familiar feeling of hurt bloomed in your chest. And it twisted and turned.

No.

No. No. No.

No.

He didn’t want to be here.

He didn’t want to come here.

He had been gallivanting around Europe for the past four years, trying to find himself after the death of his wife.

Some might have called it running away from his problems.

He liked to call it soul-searching.

But whatever people liked to call it, he was back now.

From the looks of it, not much had changed since he wrote the letter and basically fled the country. People were still the same. Everything still looked the same.

… except you.

James Buchanan Barnes, possibly for the first time ever in his life ever since he left you looked at you.

Actually looked at you.

He was aware and all-knowing of your wallflower behavior. You didn’t like crowds, and you also weren’t fond of socializing. So he wasn’t at all surprised when he found you standing at the edge of the ballroom that had been converted into the party space tonight.

But he was surprised at your attire tonight. Makeup was evident on your face, and while he knew you and makeup were civil, he was more surprised at your dress. Mostly ardently, the color of your dress.

Had you always worn red?

The crimson red dress you wore for this occasion had a v-neckline, but it didn’t go too deep to expose your cleavage. James knew it was Versace right away. He could just tell.

You always had better luck with Versace than any other high-end luxury store.

Already, James could hear the hushed whispers. He could see the staring. The prying eyes. However, he paid them no heed.

As he always did.

Like he was a king, the people made room. They parted, so he could have space to walk over to where you were. Like an insipid wallflower in your younger days, hiding at the edge of rooms wishing time ticked by faster; so you could go home quicker.

He was almost like a god, the way he commanded a presence without making himself known. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to raise his voice. People just flocked to him like a bee drawn to flower nectar.

Your eyes remained empty when he finally caught sight of your eyes.

It made him rear back a little in surprise.

Surely, you’d be happy to see him? You had always been happy to see him.

“You didn’t cut your hair,” you said as your form of greeting.

A hand reached to tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear. “No,” he chuckled.

“Seems things didn’t change for you. You still look the same,” you spoke breezily, popping another one of your snacks on your plate in your mouth.

And he did still look the same. The tall, broad-shouldered Alpha still had the same golden-hour tanned skin, the twinkling crystal blue eyes, and the shiny chestnut brown hair that looked thick and fluffy. Hell, he was still wearing the same color as always.

Black.

“And you’re wearing red. Have you always worn red?” He replied to you, his face full of amusement.

“I don’t know Sasha, have you always decided to run away from your problems?”

His face dropped.

“You know why I had to do it,” came from him a low growl.

“Did I?” You countered, tilting your head to the side in sarcasm. “Sorry, must’ve missed the memo. Maybe next time when I’m thinking about fleeing the country and I’ll just leave you a note too.”

A deep growl of warning came from the Alpha. Your Omega snarled within you, baring her teeth at the Alpha she had treasured for the longest time.

Undeterred, you took another gulp of your lemonade. Still glaring daggers at him. When you stepped an inch closer to him, before deciding fuck it; and moved so you could be inches away from his face, something within his cold mask exterior cracked a little.

You quite literally put the fear of God in him when you looked at him with those cold eyes.

“I spent four years cleaning up after your goddamn mess,” you told him in a low voice. You didn’t really care if you were looking bitchy right now. You just didn’t give a shit anymore. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your parents rushing over to you. That didn’t stop you to continue to dish it out to him, right in his face.

“... so don’t come here and expect me to just pretend like nothing ever happened. Go smile and primp to people who are stupider than me.”

Your mother pulled you away from your brother-in-law, whispering something hastily in your ear. You didn’t catch it.

Or maybe you just didn’t want to hear it.

Too many of the old feelings you had toward James bubbled up to the surface again.

Anger. Resentment. Grief. Sadness. Longing.

Those emotions pushed themselves to the forefront like you were doing a stage play. They were all coming full circle.

You just didn’t care.

You didn’t care anymore.

After the party, with you…

You were still pissed.

You had managed to control your temper, only occasionally glaring at James throughout the night.

You tried your best to avoid him, even ignoring the pang of hurt that appeared in your chest every time you locked eyes with him.

Were you being a little petty? Yeah. You were. You could totally admit that you were being petty, the way you snarked at him and acted the way you did.

You felt as if you were going to snap if he walked up to you. And it seemed your parents knew this because they tried their damndest to keep the two of you apart from each other.

To their luck, you didn’t snap at anyone. Or him, for that matter. Which was a win in their book.

Your mother being an Omega while your father being an Alpha made you even secretly hope for a love match. Call it what you wanted, but you wanted that too. You just wanted to be happy back then.

Of course, you accepted a long time ago that you would never get the happy ending you wanted with James. It had been a hard pill to swallow when they had been married, but it had fully solidified when he had left after the funeral. Your dreams of genuinely falling in love crashed and burned when you finally accepted that for the foreseeable future, or possibly forever; he wasn’t coming back.

It was a gruesome thing to accept in your heart, but you had accepted it. You had made peace with it a long time ago.

But when you had laid eyes on him every time you did earlier that night, every romantic push you felt towards him came back. Like you were in a trance and you couldn’t pull yourself out of it.

God, sometimes you fucking hated Alphas. You couldn’t kill them, and you couldn’t live with them.

Later, after the charity gala ended and most of the patrons had gone home; you stayed behind. Your parents had bidded you goodnight and told you to get home safe before they went home. You had made sure everything had been cleaned up and taken care of before you gave the servers and the security guards a little bit of extra payment, and walked to your car.

As you walked to your car, you thought that you were alone.

It was cold. A little bit windy too. Luckily for you, you remembered to pack a jacket. With your jacket keeping you warm, you breathed out, fogging up the space in front of you.

Hearing footsteps coming toward you made you turn around a little.

When you saw who it was, your eyes narrowed dangerously. A familiar whiff of an oceany, musky scent filled your senses. Your Omega sat, perched. She even eyed the incoming Alpha with a smidge of disdain.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, even when James joined you on the sidewalk in front of the building.

“... I sold the penthouse.”

That caught your attention. You were at the very least, surprised at his admission.

“Why?” You questioned him, confused.

James wasn’t smiling. He looked far away almost. Lost in his own thoughts and memories. It just reminded you of how different both of you were now.

“Do you know why I just packed up and left the country without telling anyone?”

Oh, and now he was changing the subject.

How wonderful.

“... because everything reminded me of her. Everywhere I went, everywhere I looked. Dot was always there. Sometimes, I thought I could still see her. Like her ghost was haunting me. I was so sick and tired of having people come up to me and talk about her. I got sick and tired of people telling me over and over about how sad that felt for me. They didn’t know her like we did. They didn’t know how much it hurt.”

They didn’t know her like we did.

We.

Not I. Not me.

We.

“... so I just decided I needed to get away. That this⎯” he gestured all around you, even to the streets, “... that this was too much for me. I just needed to… get away.”

“And so you dumped everything on my lap.” You theorized. “It wasn’t like that,” came his protest.

“Then what the hell was it, James?!” You exclaimed to him. “You weren’t the only one suffering! We all were! I get that you needed space! I’m just mad you didn’t even bother telling me!”

Your shout made him jerk back. You were looking at him with such a sorrowful, pained expression that it ate away at him.

The guilt.

“I needed you,” he admitted in a hoarse voice. You hadn’t even thought about how much the emotions were getting to the both of you. In the dim light of the moon and the twinkling stars in the sky, you saw how tears pricked at his eyes. They made his eyes look shiny and glassy. Like water rippling when the sun shined on it.

“I needed you and I couldn’t come to you. I didn’t know how. I thought⎯” he stopped for a second to swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “I thought that I could handle it on my own. But when it came to be too much, I…”

“You ran away. Because you couldn’t shoulder it by yourself.” Your soft tone made his head feel a little clearer.

“Sasha,” you whispered to him once the silence had stretched for a little too long.

The Alpha in question finally looked at you.

“I needed you, too,” you quietly confessed to him. “But I couldn’t be your sister-in-law. I needed my own time to mourn. Not to be given the company. To have all of this weight on my shoulders.”

James didn’t say anything. You didn’t really expect him to.

Mostly because his eyes did all of the talking that he wasn’t able to.

“I’m not saying I don’t forgive you. I don’t.” You said finally after a while. “I didn’t even apologize,” he pointed out. You just shrugged. “Just in case you decide to give an apology later,” you supplied.

For the first time in a long while, you saw the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile.

You never thought you’d be on the receiving end of those smiles ever again.

That very next morning…

James woke up to see white walls.

For a moment there, he was confused about where he was. He felt groggy and tired. Befuddled, the dark-haired Alpha rose from the huge double bed in the guest room. His feet thudded against the hardwood floor, making thumping noises as he headed for his suitcase. After he changed into some fresh clothes, he heard a door open down the hallway.

You had also woken up and already washed your face and brushed your teeth. After putting on your skincare and sunblock, you scurried back into your room to change.

Today, considering it was the weekend, you were going to see your parents for lunch. You usually met up with your parents at least once a month at the max.

And when you closed your bedroom door, was when James stepped out of the guest room. A surprised look came over your face.

“Oh, you’re awake. The bathroom’s right next to your bedroom,” you told him shortly before your phone pinged. Distracted, you took your phone out of your pocket. Since you were currently preoccupied, this gave James a good eye to finally look at you. Your hair was up and tied, so it wouldn’t get in your face when you had done your skincare.

But what struck him the most was that you were still wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. And considering you weren’t wearing anything else under your tank top, he saw how your nipples peeked through.

It felt wrong.

He shouldn’t be looking at you like that. You had been his best friend. You were his sister-in-law. The number one person he had wished and wanted to seek out when the person who bound you two together had perished. He didn’t want to dishonor Dot’s memory like this.

“... yeah, so… no… no… no. That’s fine. Yeah, you can do that. Don’t hire Beck. You know what happened last time. I don’t care what Hammer says. You know he was in cahoots with Stane? And look where Stane ended up. In fucking jail. If anything, I should expose Beck for tax fraud so his ass ends up in jail.” You bitched, clearly on a roll. Your jaw was tensed up, and you looked about ready to throttle someone.

Your pheromones were giving off an intense whiff of your scent of peaches and cinnamon. It spiked up considerably. Your Omega herself was getting agitated.

Silent as a stealthy cat, he strode his way toward you and rubbed his wrist against the Gland on your wrist to calm you down.

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The thick scent of an oceany, musky whiff entered your nose.

Touch you Jesus, James’s scent was always intense. He screamed Alpha.

“Yeah, yeah…” your mutters into the phone echoed in his ears once you caught your breath. You were nodding into your phone at whatever Peter was saying, making mental notes in your head as he rattled on. Peter was always a fast talker, but you somehow kept up with him. It was why his previous mentor Tony and he worked so well until the young Alpha made the decision to be your personal assistant.

“... okay, I’ll come to that meeting, don’t worry. And then my calendar is going to be full for this week, so you don’t have to worry about that… you should really take a vacation one of these days Peter, go to Universal Studios in California or something…” you said with a soft sigh, before nodding and speaking for a few more moments, and then you concluded the call.

“Who was that?”

You looked at James. Then, your face brightened. “Peter! He’s my personal assistant,” you informed the Alpha with a cheerful tone. “He’s a great young man. He graduated from MIT. Full scholarship and all. He’s just trying to get more experience before Tony steps down and Peter takes over his company.”

“I didn’t know Tony was stepping down.” James sounded confused.

“Tony’s been wanting to step down for a while,” you admitted to him. “Besides, Peter’s his protégé,” you explained to him.

“Oh.”

A slightly awkward silence loomed over the two of you before he nervously cleared his throat.

“Heading out today?” he asked politely.

You gave him a quick nod.

“Yes. I’m meeting up with my parents today for lunch.”

Another ping from your phone made your eyes dart back down to your hand. So did James.

“It’s just my mom,” you said with a sigh. Realizing that you still needed to fix your hair and do your makeup, you chose to turn around to head back into your room.

“You can come to lunch if you want. I can ask my parents. I don’t think they’d say no.” Your voice was heard as James stared at your back.

“Oh…” he blinked a little in surprise. “Yeah… that’s… fine.”

“Alright then.”

And then he saw you enter your room before the door closed, separating both of you.

Later…

“Darling, it’ll be fine. She and James will be here soon.”

Your father watched as your mother pulled out her phone once again for possibly the fifth time that afternoon. Seeing her unlock her iPhone with the face ID, she swiped through the chat. Endless messages from you to her were all she read as a way to pass the time.

From where they sat in the Italian restaurant that they chose for lunch, the sound of your mother typing away at her keyboard was all he heard for the next two minutes before her phone pinged. So did his.

It was a message from you.

We’ll be there soon.

“See?” Your mother heard her husband say to her. “They’ll be fine. They’ll be a few minutes late, but who cares? She’s never missed a day with us. You know that.”

She knew that. She did.

But the knowledge that her son-in-law, the same one that fled and basically dumped the entire company in your lap without even saying a “goodbye” still gave her a bitter taste in her mouth. It was very unpleasant.

So when you eventually came to the restaurant with James in tow beside you; it just didn’t feel the same. It didn’t give her that same feeling as greeting an old friend after a long time.

No.

Instead, it made her feel like she was seeing a ghost. Or like she was seeing someone who had become just another stranger in the crowd.

She said nothing when her husband greeted the Alpha, choosing to stay silent and only give James a nod as a form of greeting him.

You certainly noticed it. After you all got a table and chose what you wanted to eat, you silently announced that you were going to the bathroom to wash your hands. While giving your mother that look.

“I know you don’t really like him mom,” was what you said as you washed your hands, looking at her from the mirror. “... but can you just say at least some words to him? Like, I dunno… ask him about his travels or something. Even I haven’t asked him about that shit yet.”

She didn’t say anything at first. Just washed her hands and moved from the sink to the air dryer where she dried off her hands. It was only when you finished washing your hands, and dried off yours too; did she finally speak.

“I don’t hate him, dear.”

You paused from drying off your hands. But, you said nothing. A silent motion to let her continue.

“I’m angry at him. I’m angry that he left us without telling us anything. I’m angry that he left you the company and didn’t even warn you. Or even have the courtesy to even tell you. That’s what I’m angry about.”

Her words made you lift your hands from underneath the air dryer. She watched as you turned around, shaking your hands of any lingering water before you let out a sigh.

“I haven’t talked to him about it,” you confessed.

“I don’t know how to feel about it. But when I’m ready, I’ll… I’ll talk to him about it.”

Your mother didn’t miss the faraway look on your face.

But, she didn’t question it. Or bring it up.

“Come on.” she gave you a small smile.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

James had been knee deep into his lasagna when your mother brought up the topic.

“So, dear…” your mother addressed you. Like James, you were also knee deep into your pasta dish. So you didn’t look up for a few seconds.

“Mhmm?” you said, your mouth still full of food. Giving her a nod, you encouraged her to keep talking.

“Have you been thinking about settling down?”

A choking noise interrupted you. Your eyes widening, you patted James’s back, helping him swallow the food that went down the wrong pipe.

Catching his breath, James offered an apologetic smile to your parents. You leaned into his ear to tell him to drink some of his water to help.

“Well…” you said, pursing your lips into a line. Pondering it. Thinking about it.

“I have… thought about it.” you said slowly, your fingers clenching around your fork a little tighter.

James couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

If he was going to be honest, he never really saw you as the type to settle down. Get a partner, maybe. He could very well imagine you being with another Alpha or Beta. An Omega was a maybe.

But settling down? Marrying? Having a pup? Having a Pack?

It baffled him. It confused him.

So when you spoke again, that weird gut-wrenching feeling submerged itself in his gut and didn’t leave.

“I think… I think I’ll start looking for someone. A harmless Alpha. I’ll have to think about getting off my medication too,” you let out a sigh, already feeling the incoming stress.

“Oh. That’s good, sweetheart.” Your mother and your father were smiling at you, while James couldn’t believe his ears.

Even after lunch was done and you and he bid your parents goodbye, the strange feeling still didn’t leave him.

When both of you returned back to the penthouse, you turned off your car and checked the rear mirror to check if the garage door was closed. The sounds of you taking off your seat belt and getting out of the car echoed in his ears. James sat in the passenger’s seat for a couple of seconds, gathering his thoughts. Eventually though, he followed your lead.

Leading him into the penthouse, you both got back up to the kitchen area. Stepping out of the elevator, the dark-haired Alpha finally spoke.

“You want to settle down?”

You stopped in your tracks. You did however; yeet your purse onto the kitchen island. It fell on the marbled countertop and tipped over like a sack of potatoes.

“I want pups,” was your answer.

“But that doesn’t answer the question,” he said, walking toward you. Letting out a sigh, you turned so you could look at him.

For the first time today, you felt bad for him. You saw how uncomfortable he was during the lunch meetup, and how he choked on his lunch when you confirmed your want to start a Pack.

“I think it does,” you responded back, your expression still the same.

“But you won’t love them.” He protested.

“What does love have to do with siring pups?”

Okay sure, in retrospect, your words might’ve been harsh. Cut throat.

But you’d grown dillsuioned with love. The only Alpha you had really loved was right in front of you.

And the Alpha in front of you exploded.

All of his feelings had flooded to the surface.

“It has everything to do with it!” His roar made you jerk back a little in surprise. You weren’t scared of him. You knew he’d never hurt you. James could be the evillest person in the world, and he’d still never lay a hand on you.

“Don’t you know what a bite on your gland means?” He continued, making you bare your teeth a little.

“Of course I know what it means!” You shouted back at him, starting to feel a little pissed off.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to be in love with the person! Not all of us are that fortunate, James!”

Just what the hell did that even mean?

Perplexed, James spoke your name.

You hadn’t even realized what you had said until it was too late. Your throat felt as if it was closing up. Anxiety crawled up your throat as you looked at him in horror.

Seeing the look on your face, he moved so he could embrace you.

“You’re in love, flower.” he breathed out, holding you close.

“It⎯” you choked out, refraining from crying hysterically.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said through your sobs.

“Yes it does,” he whispered in your ear. His oceancy scent keeping you upfront. Stable.

“I just need someone stable. Someone boring. Someone basic.”

“But,” James said in protest, however seeing you shake your head quieted him.

“I’m not like you, James. I can’t afford love. I want to start a family. This’ll be good for everyone.”

James didn’t like those words.

He didn’t like them one bit.

“Fine. I’ll help you. I’ll help you find a nice, helpless, boring Alpha. It’s what you deserve.”

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[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Your eyes are so beautiful

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Desi (South Asian) Reader

a/n: This came out of no where, as I was listening to this song. Is it obvious I'm falling in love with Bucky Barnes? Happy Valentine’s Day cuties. Yes this is my love letter to Bucky <3

warnings: fluff, love, cuddles, kiss

song: Aankhein Teri (Maula Mere Maula)

The weather got colder. Your boyfriend decided to wrap you under a blanket, wrap you in his arms to keep you warm.

The room lit with fairy light, candles here and there. Your fingers tangled in your man's soft brown hair. A lazy smile on his face.

"There's this song I really like, you may not understand the lyrics, but I really want you to hear it."

You played the song on your phone as Bucky closed his eyes gently to listen. Those very eyes you wanted to dedicate the song to.

Your love for Bucky cannot be expressed in words. The song might do the work.

Aankhein teri kitni haseen

Ki inkaa aashiq mein

Ban gaya hun

Mujhko basa le in me tu

If you were gifted with the talent of poems, you know there'd be a library worth of books you'd write for your man.

The beautiful sight in front of you, made your heart warm, Bucky pulled you even closer, if was possible. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he listened intently to the song, felt the music.

Love for Bucky Barnes came to you more naturally than anything else in the world. You were meant to love him.

Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, you traced his smile with your thumb.

When the song was over, Bucky looked at you with a new found love in his eyes, as if he was falling in love with you all over again.

"It's beautiful, just like you. You're more than everything I could have ever asked for. I'll spend the rest of my life to make feel you as special as this feels."

His lips found yours, your hand found his. Entangled forever and after.

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tagging some of my desi cuties: @madscape @christhickevans @moonstruckbirdie @bluemusickid

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Heya-

I'm going away on a holiday for a couple of days and I just know I'm gonna be so bored. So if anybody has any requests on what I should write. Please please please send them to me. I'm open for many characters x fem reader. However if there are any changes you want me to consider such as body shape (eg. Plus size reader) or skin tone/nationality (eg. Black or Asian reader) please also tell me that.

Characters I will write for:

Drew Starkey

Rafe Cameron

Bucky Barnes

Sebastian Stan

Theo James

Chris Evans

Mattheo Riddle - Harry Potter fancast

Tom riddle

Theodore Nott- Harry Potter fancast

Steve Rogers

Yelena Belova

Natasha Romanoff

Florence Pugh

-Jane

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Nightmares

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Pairing: gn reader x Bucky Barnes

Request: I lost the request but it was off my Tumblr!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of Bucky was Winter Solider, nightmares, PTSD, possibly more

A/N: Requests open (Stranger Things), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

No matter what he did or what he tried they wouldn’t go away. His past haunted him like a ghost, but so much worse, so much more real.

All the years he had spent as the Winter Soldier still affected him. He was still holding himself responsible for those terrible acts he committed, even though he was brainwashed. He shut himself off from the world and barely accepted any help. It was a struggle trying to convince Bucky to go see his therapist. He didn’t like her and he didn’t think it was necessary. A waste of time if you will. He knew that he had to go because of his probation terms, but he’d rather stay at home.

You didn’t push him too much because it wasn’t your life, it was his. You weren’t there when he was killing people under the command of Hydra. You were with him now though. You could change his past, but what you could do was assure him that he wasn’t that person anymore. That that person wasn’t him.

It took a lot for him to let you in. You met him through Steve, who thought that you could be good for him. He was unwilling at first and barely paid attention when you two went on the first couple of dates. After a while you flat out told him that if he didn’t care then you would stop

meeting with him. That got his attention. He finally started trying and putting in effort and he didn’t regret it. That was a year ago. Now you were living together in an apartment across from a kind Asian man that would eat with you both often.

You loved Bucky more than words could describe. No matter how tough he appeared, he was truly a softy on the inside. He loved animals, especially your cat Prince. Every time Buck was on the couch or lying in bed Prince would climb up there too and cuddle with him. Bucky couldn’t get enough of it.

The not-so-glamorous part of being with the prior Winter Soldier were his nightmares. They didn’t bother you at all, or the fact that he would wake up with a jolt and absolutely frantic. You wouldn’t trade him for the world and you knew he couldn’t help it. They happened often. At least once or twice a week.

His heart would start racing and his chest would rise and fall at a quick pace. He would start shaking, and that was usually when you woke up. You knew better than to try and wake him up because it was possible he might startle and hit you. It had only happened once and it was thankfully with his real hand, not the metal one. He had punched you in the shoulder, and it only left a light bruise that was gone in a couple days, but it was enough that he insisted on sleeping on the couch for a month.

The time that you had to sit there and wait for him to wake up was heartbreaking. He had been through so much and was so alone. Steve was gone and all he had left were you and Sam.

Bucky would start clutching at the sheets and turning his head, brows furrowed. Soon after that he would

jolt up and look around. You let him take a second to get his bearings, and as soon as he realized where he was at that you were right next to him he would melt into you. Sometimes he would cry, sometimes he would just stay quiet. On very very rare occasions he would tell you what happened. He didn’t want to scare you or make you think of him any differently and that was his reasoning. You never pushed him to share. You left that for his therapist.

You would hold him in your arms, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head while you whispered to him. “It’s okay Bucky.” Kiss. “You’re home and you’re safe. No one can hurt you.” Kiss. “You are James Buchanan Barnes, born in 1917.”

You told him facts, and things that made him happy. You talked about the last date you had gone on or talked about the show you two were currently watching. He would nuzzle into you and hold you as close as he could, listening and lightly laughing once he had calmed down. It was times like those that reminded him of why he loved you so much.

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Ich habe 2.744 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 828 more posts als 2021!

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Ich habe 1.077 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

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#eurovision – 41 Einträge

#derry girls – 30 Einträge

#bucky barnes x reader – 26 Einträge

#crazy ex girlfriend – 23 Einträge

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Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Ok so I just listened to the new Panic! at the Disco song (viva las vengeance) for the third time since the release. And please let this be a reminder to not do extensive drugs (even smoking) if you're one of the best singers out there. Brendons voice is definitely not anymore what it used to be. He can barely hit the high notes. And the whole song just sounds so strained. It was hard to listen to the whole song again.

Please drink water, bitches.

1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 17. Juni 2022

#4

Wer sich mit mir über die dritte (& letzte) Staffel Dark aufregen will: my dms are open 😌

1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 25. Januar 2022

#3

Thank you for tagging me @jaenausten

For my health I stopped watching too many films last year and 2021 was actually the first year in my life in which I watched less than 70.

So here are my Top 5:

Crazy Rich Asians

Der Junge muss an die frische Luft

[A film so wonderful directed by Caroline Link with a warming soundtrack and a heartbreaking story. I hope you can find this film with subtitles somewhere]

Das Leben der Anderen

[I cannot believe the film is for free on YT. I watched it again for the first time since I was in school. And the ending is perfect]

Tick, Tick... Boom

[Watched it three times in the span of 2 weeks]

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1 Anmerkung – Gepostet 15. Januar 2022

#2

Happy France day!

11 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Juli 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Fuck yes! Fucking finally!

11 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. Juni 2022

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