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snarkythewoecrow · 1 year

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of lies and love (or sit back and watch it burn)

by: snarkymuch

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony

Word Count: 3866

Warning for Eating Disorders Not Otherwise Specified.

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Summary:

Tony had been thin once—starved, more accurately—while in the cave, but this wasn't anything like that, not really. Instead, he'd chosen this for the most honest and pure reasons. Entirely for love, as a romantic might say.

Though that wouldn't be enough of an explanation when the time came.

Because he could only hide so long, this had always been a gamble of emotions.

Bucky and Steve were going to notice the sharper cut of his ribs, the more pronounced knobs of his spine, and the way the healthy layer of protective fat under his skin had eroded away.

Proof of devotion—or the machinations of the love drunk. The line between the two blurred.

Perhaps never even there.

-OR-

Tony accidentally starves himself in the name of love, and fixing it's harder than it should be. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky aren't going anywhere, though they blame themselves.

Though that wouldn't be enough of an explanation when the time came.

Because he could only hide so long, this had always been a gamble of emotions.

Bucky and Steve were going to notice the sharper cut of his ribs, the more pronounced knobs of his spine, and the way the healthy layer of protective fat under his skin had eroded away.

Proof of devotion—or the machinations of the love drunk. The line between the two blurred.

Perhaps never even there.

See, hunger hadn't been the problem, nor had access to food. He'd had the time and means to eat. All the choices.

No, he'd been hungry, but like with everything, it had been a deep craving to see those he loved safe, happy, and protected.

He didn't ever want someone he loved to go without—even if he had to go without instead.

It had started simply enough. Over a meal—their first real one together. A date after months of teasing back and forth, of building tension—confusion too.

Tony had been in love with both long before he had the right to claim it, and he resigned himself to the fate of watching their happiness together and letting it sate him, so it had been proof of something—maybe the existence of a deity or the absence of one entirely—that they'd shockingly turned their attention on him.

And he'd welcomed it and, without a second thought, on instinct, provided for all their wants—even when not expressed directly. Because Tony didn't need a mirror or detailed report to tell him that he had flaws, those that didn't make him worthy of this kind of thing.

But that didn't mean he'd stop riding the high of their relationship for as long as he could—or would stop trying to compensate for his failings, forgetfulness, and absences at times by giving his heart if he could.

It seemed his food and nourishment would be what he gave this time, though.

They'd ordered for their movie night in bed. It came in cartons, laid at various slanting angles, almost spilling on the blankets.

Steve and Bucky had made quick work of their meals, moving from one container to the next, giving Tony a glimpse at their true appetites. Of course, he'd known that by being enhanced, they ate more, but seeing it had given him some perspective.

It had the carton of rice he'd usually finish appearing meager in comparison.

Nibbling on it, his gaze had wandered from the movie to Steve, who had begun tipping cartons toward himself, peeking inside. There had been uncertainty in his eyes, vulnerability, when he'd caught Tony watching.

It had the rice he'd been chewing tasting stale.

Steve looked almost embarrassed.

Forcing himself to swallow, his thoughts had begun to click together, forming links in a chain that led from Then to Now—from Steve's childhood to the future—possibly explaining why the man had looked the way he had.

Because the scars of a childhood spent going without may not have left a physical mark, but they were still visible—just in a different way.

It had just happened that the empty cartons, running out of food on their date, like wanting more, had been some kind of sin, had stressed the old wounds enough that it had shown in Steve's eyes.

The fork turned the rice, and Steve smiled, then turned to the movie, but Tony's mind had been working.

A mechanic, he'd wanted to fix it. So it had been almost instinctual, the lie that had followed, smooth on his tongue as he'd passed his carton to Steve. "Hey, if you're hungry. I mean, might as well eat it—if not, it'll just go to waste," he'd said.

And it had been the perfect thing to say—Tony had chosen the words carefully. Neither of them liked to waste anything. A product of a time when you stretched every penny and ate what you could.

Waste not, want not.

Except after that, it just kept happening. Each time, Tony offered his food, feigning being full. Finally, he got used to feeling hungry after a meal and stopped feeling so hungry all together after that.

His clothes started to fit differently—Happy had to bring them to be tailored.

It all became routine, and he'd started pulling back—sleeping in layers, dressing in clothes that covered his thinning frame. They'd asked a few times if he'd been feeling well, mentioned him looking different, but had accepted his hand-wavey explanations.

And at a certain point, he'd tried to half-assedly fix this—all sly and hoping to shove the derailing train back on its tracks. It had been far from a success, almost stingingly painful, actually. Forced into the bed, he'd made for himself.

He'd thought that if he started ordering more food or even cooking bigger meals, the problem would solve itself, but that had yet to be the case.

Because when he'd tried one night to add some extra sides, Bucky had just laughed, breathy against his neck as he kissed the spot beneath his ear, then told JARVIS to cancel more than half, making the order smaller than before, murmuring that they would all just share, as it wasn't like Tony ever finished his meals.

And then, like the final nail in the coffin, sealing his fate, Steve had finished by saying, "Just because we have the money—it doesn't make wasting things okay."

So Tony had just forced himself to smile, played it off, and accepted the fate of his own creation. Sure, the truth would set him free—but somehow, the mess felt too big for that now.

He'd just find another way, even if that meant trying to eat separate meals when they weren't around, snacking in the workshop. Because he could only excuse so much weight loss without drawing comments, his boyfriends would eventually want more than over-the-clothes fun.

On a good day, Tony had always struggled with self-care, so under stress and with work nipping his heels, the pressures of SHIELD, and the Avengers demanding more and more, he didn't succeed at getting those extra calories very often.

So—like most of his well-intentioned plans—the proverbial shit eventually had to hit the fan.

And despite being a certified genius, he hadn't anticipated the potential fallout it would have—how it could end up hurting himself and them.

It happened in the bedroom, or more accurately, standing in the room, with his back pressed to Bucky's chest as Tony tried to clutch at his arm while Steve rucked up his shirt from the front, catching his lips and anything else he could between his teeth.

It was thoroughly enjoyable. Enough that he hadn't considered that the lights were on or that they'd notice the slight—okay, dramatic—changes to his frame. The leaner build, the bonier points.

Though, looking back, it should have.

Especially since they hadn't been naked together for so long, as Tony had worked to keep things quick and dirty—blow jobs, some rutting, handjobs in the kitchen. Not wanting to be seen.

So the catch in Steve's lungs moments after tossing Tony's shirt to the floor, the way his fingers stilled over his ribs, the breathy prayer of his name, really, really shouldn't have caught him so off guard. But it did.

"Tony—what happened?" Something sickening, sticky like worry, coated Steve's tone. "You—are you sick?"

He blinked, his gaze drifting to see whatever had Steve's eyes so wide. They were fixated on his ribs, where he had started tracing the indent between them. Oh, that.

"Oh, um, it's nothing—I'm not sick."

The hand resting on his hip from behind squeezed, then a question in a name. "Steve?"

And Tony didn't need to see Bucky's face to know his expression—how serious and worried it would be. It was too laced into his tone not to show in his eyes.

Steve looked past Tony at Bucky, whom he couldn't see. Probably a blessing. The two were undoubtedly exchanging knowledge, silent words made of a lifetime of knowing each other inside and out.

Whatever they'd concluded left a sour twist to Steve's mouth before he redirected his attention to Tony again. It seemed silly to stand there like an exhibit, but his needs were forfeit when it came to them.

Steve swallowed, a painful-looking motion, then spoke to Bucky, though his gaze remained on where his touch hesitated against Tony's ribs, "Just bone and sinew. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was starving."

Questioning blues met browns. Tony averted his eyes—the carpet still had the lines from whoever vacuumed. It should bother him more, but it didn't.

One breath, then another. Rhodey would understand—he always did. Especially when others wouldn't. Few people knew that he could be like this—wandering into a thicket to pick flowers only to end up lost and burning it all to the ground to find his way out.

Bucky and Steve just didn't know him well enough yet. Of course, it wasn't their fault. So they'd had no way to expect how his good intentions would lead to burning down the forest.

He lit the match. "Well, he's right here," he said, looking up and jerking from Steve's warm touch. His skin felt too exposed, burning with embarrassment. He wore armor for a reason. He eyed his shirt on the floor, moving to grab it. "I'm not—I'm not starving. So stop looking at me like that!"

What started as a simple kindness had turned him into a sacrificial lamb, laid on the altar as evidence of devotion—his love. He'd never admit it, or at least not anytime soon, but seeing the proof of his love for them made tangible, in the shape of his bones, reassured him some nights that he wasn't a shade of his father.

Because sometimes, Tony needed that—especially when he failed.

A language of sacrifice—proof he'd do anything—that he'd be willing to give it all.

He doubted they'd understand or see it that way, though. Rhodey would drag him to another therapist if he tried to explain. So probably for the best, he'd avoided their monthly meet-ups recently.

So with his jaw set tight, he tried to pull the shirt over his head, but Steve plucked it from his hand, and before something seething could slither out, the touch of a single finger, possibly a thumb, sliding down his spine, had him clenching up.

Bucky.

"How did we not see this sooner?" Bucky asked, hand moving over his back. Cataloging. "The guys in Azzano had more on them. I mean, I thought you'd looked a little thinner, but not this—this isn't healthy." A pause. Tony squirmed against it. "This is why you've been wearing layers—you've been hiding it."

The possibilities of how much the truth could hurt them felt a bit too real—they'd want an explanation, and he didn't know the words.

They wouldn't understand—and how could he make them if he didn't know himself?

Bucky sighed behind him, then came around to stand next to Steve. "I can't pretend I didn't see this—whatever this is."

The thicket—no, forest—burned, creeping closer. Tony flinched, terrified, stepping back, then moving to take another, ready to bolt for the door. But then Steve had his wrist before he could, stopping him.

There was something to be said about the purity of fire and how Steve's touch burned—no doubt Bucky's would brand his flesh just the same. Well-intentioned yet still imperfect. Lies and love always made the hottest fires.

"If there's something wrong—if you're sick again," Steve stopped, eyes flicking to the reactor. Tony had told them both about the palladium poisoning. "You can tell us. I'm just sorry that we've let things distract us so much that we—" He looked away, jaw bunching, before glancing at him again. "No matter how busy we've been, we missed this—and that's not okay."

Tony's lip twitched, his expression faltering. "This isn't—you—neither of you—you guys didn't do anything wrong." And he looked between them, trying to keep his emotions in check, especially since he had no idea what they were and where they would go. "And I'm not dying or sick. This is all—it's just some stupid misunderstanding that got out of hand."

And despite Steve's grip on his wrist, he still tried to yank free, which worked toward his escape but also left his boyfriend's expression wounded. Bucky mirrored the same confusion and hurt.

Their usual self-assured presences faltering, the sight of them had Tony rooted in place, one arm curled around his middle, his other hand protecting the reactor. Old habits.

The tightening of Bucky's mouth, little lines carving a frown, then the man took Tony's shirt from Steve, holding it for him to take.

And like a skittish animal, unsure of the rules, his fingers tangled in the fabric before pulling it on, instantly feeling better. At least they couldn't stare at the evidence.

Awkward tension—he shifted as they stood too still. Some might call it squirming. His first instinct to torch the forest to find his way out no longer felt right. He didn't want to end things or hurt them more. But that only left him fessing up, baring his disordered thinking—his lies and proof of love.

The ancient Grandfather Clock in the entry of the mansion he'd grown up in always lent a steady beat. Predictable. Ominous, at times. He'd count the ticks as he waited for Howard to appear to berate him for failing again.

Somehow, he missed that right now. The bedroom was the quietest room in the penthouse.

The silence made this all feel bigger than he'd ever meant it to be. They were waiting for him to speak, though, to explain, and the longer he waited, the worse the tension got. He needed to say something, so taking a breath, he lifted his gaze, flicking it between them and away again, as he said, "It's honestly kinda funny, really, or at least, not actually that bad. It really is just a misunderstanding." He glanced up from the floor. "You gotta know I didn't mean it to go this far."

Patient, open, waiting, Steve sighed, "Okay, but you've gotta throw us a bone—something. If you're worried about us being angry—you know we won't be."

And at the twist of Tony's mouth, Bucky added, "Obviously, something's been going on, and just from how your hand is shaking, I don't think you ever meant it to get so bad, so let us help you out here. We're in this together, babe."

Balling his hand into a fist to stop it from betraying him more, he swallowed once, twice, licked dry lips, then nodded. "I think—I don't want to hurt you."

And Bucky looked tired when he shook his head, the heel of his hand pressing to his eye before letting it drop. "Don't worry about that—whatever it is, we'll be okay. It won't hurt as much as you getting sicker from whatever this is."

"I told you—I'm not sick. It's—" He pressed his lips together, shaking his head.

Steve stepped closer, catching his hand and cradling it, probably feeling it shake. "It's what?"

His eyes closed, wanting nothing but to hide. He felt embarrassed at how badly he'd handled everything. A testament to a lifetime of issues and maladaptive skills. Failed relationships, platonic and romantic, except for the rare few who refused to give up on him. Pepper, Rhodey, Happy.

And god, did he hope that Steve and Bucky would join that list of the rare few. His love for them burned hotter than anything he'd felt before.

His lips scratched, rough and dry, against his tongue, then his eyes opened but stayed cast downward, he confessed as simply as he could, "On our first date, I saw you." Then he glanced at a confused Steve. "I saw you, really saw. Maybe something I shouldn't have—or you hadn't meant me to see. But I did. You had been embarrassed by your appetite, maybe about asking for more, and I just—I couldn't let you feel that way. So I gave you mine—said I was full."

Steve squeezed his hand a bit too hard, gaze searching, as new lines of stress seemed to appear with each passing second, and when the moment of realization hit—his face fell, eyes closed, and his head turned away—pure devastation in its ugliest form.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, then looked at Bucky to see how shut down, almost angry, he appeared, and he opened his mouth to repeat his apology, but Bucky cut him off, "Don't—just—I need a second. I'm not—I'm mad, at least not at you, but I need a minute. So please give me that."

Tony nodded numbly, lost as to how to fix this. He wanted to keep apologizing because this wasn't their fault, but it seemed like that would only worsen things.

Steve recovered first, his rigid grip on his hand softening, then clearing his throat, his jaw ticking to the side in some apparent bid against tears. "So, just to be clear, all this time, you've been giving us your food, letting us believe you'd had enough—because you didn't want us to feel bad about—about what? The size of our appetites?" A sharp, wet huff followed the question, then he looked away.

Was this what a heart attack felt like? He started to gasp for breath.

Bucky cut in, looking at Steve, "I get it, but calm down."

Steve nodded tightly, breathing heavily through his nose, then dragged a hand over his mouth. Then, a few more noisy breaths, "This is just—I need help understanding—why? I understand the first time—but you've had to have seen yourself—how much weight you've lost." He frowned, looking at the wall like it held the answers, then turning back to him. "Why would you think—you have to know we wouldn't want this—just why, Tony?"

His eyes flicked to Bucky, seeing the same questions, and unable to bear his scrutiny, he dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Because I don't know how to do this—all this—relationships and people and feelings. Blame good ol' dad and his beatings, stepping between him and mom—watching people hurt, even small hurts in the tiniest ways, I want to fix it—be a mechanic, ya know? And if I can't protect them, then I'll take their place—maybe it's all the same. I don't know." He looked up, tears blurring his vision, and swiped at them. "But I'm sorry. I just—I don't know why I didn't say something. I got scared, and then—I just didn't know how." Then more quietly, looking between them. "I get it if you don't—don't want to keep doing this thing."

And then he moved to step away, but Steve and Bucky moved like a unit, boxing him in and blocking his exit.

Bucky took his chin, turning him to meet his eye. He cupped his cheek, swiping through the tear tracks. "No—just no, babe. We aren't giving up on you that easily—but I won't lie and say my heart ain't hurting right now, but it's not for the reasons you think. It just seems like you could've used someone to protect you once upon a time—and I hate that we weren't there to."

A shrug, a shake of the head. "I handled it."

A hand touched his elbow, then slid down, tracing his forearm, to take his hand. Steve squeezed it.

"You were right, about our first date,” Steve said. “I'd gotten embarrassed—sometimes I forget it's been so long and that the country isn't starving anymore—that the food isn't gonna run out. But I still feel weird about eating my fill—and sometimes I still forget that I need to plan bigger meals." A watery smile. "I should've thought about it—noticed how little you were eating—and that was on me."

"Me too," Bucky said. "And don't think I've forgotten shutting down your attempts at ordering more, but, babe, I wish you had just talked to us. And I don't mean this to hurt you, but we trusted you to tell us this kind of shit, and you didn't, and that—it scares me a little you'd let things go to this length."

His mouth twitched in an approximation of a pained frown. "That was—that's on me. All of this is, really, but that part, especially. Because, um, even though I knew it was wrong, something about it felt—I don't know, good, maybe?" And at their shock, he corrected, "No, I don't mean, like, actually good, but it seemed like evidence of something—like I said, I don't know. Just, maybe, the acts of giving—providing—sacrificing—made me feel like I'd earned it—the way you, uh, love me, I mean. Because isn't that how it always works? Love isn't free."

Then he shrugged, out of words.

"Tony, no," Steve breathed, then didn't waste a second, pulling him close to his chest. And then another hand curled around him. Bucky. They pressed him between their bodies.

Then he felt the weight of Bucky’s head, as he pressed his forehead against his shoulder from behind, followed by a tired murmur of, "That's not how it works at all. Our love is always free, sweetheart, always."

XXX

Tony's stomach ached from the heaping plate of fries they'd fed him as they lay in bed, watching a movie. All very much like their first date, except now, not a day went by where Steve and Bucky didn't nudge a plate or bowl of something toward him, making sure he ate.

And he couldn't sleight them for that. Not after everything that had happened.

They'd all practiced being more open and communicating better, but that wouldn't erase the damage he’d created. The emotional would take longer than the physical.

Though Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to fatten him up—perhaps because it was the most straightforward and tangible repair to make.

And in the last few weeks, he'd already regained some weight, which he didn't mind. It had become proof of their love in a different way—definitely a healthier one.

He doubted he'd even complain if he got a bit of a belly—not when it meant getting handfed while lying between them—especially on those nights that involved whipped cream, chocolate, and lots of licking.

No, he could definitely get used to this.

He had no complaints at all.

Of lies and love, it turned out the least costly had been love all along.

#stuckony #stuckony fics #steve x bucky x tony #snark writes #tw: eating disorders #tw: eating disorder #tw: eating habits

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crownofstardustandbone · 1 year

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Are you working on any fics right now or do you have any ideas you're thinking about starting?

Hey anon, thank you for the ask!! I am currently working on some fics!

Razorblade Without a Handle (stuckony) E-Rated, unpublished

This is a no powers AU taking place in present day New York City. Steve and Tony are in a pre-existing relationship and have been together for 20+ years. Steve is 45 and Tony is 55, so they are some sexy silver foxes when they run into (literally) Bucky. In a "meet ugly" Steve and Tony hit Bucky with their car, and soon after their lives and their hearts become entangled. Bucky is a 22 year old high school dropout working multiple jobs to pay rent on his shitty little apartment and put his sister Bex through college, and he has no idea why a billionaire CEO and his world renown artist/activist husband are interested in him, but he's selfish enough to hang onto what they have for as long as he can.

Lots of trigger warnings for this, but I'm really excited to post it when it's ready!

I'm Bitter Like Whiskey (You're Sweet Like Wine) (Jaime x Sansa) rating undetermined, unpublished

Post Season 8, Jaime lives and stays at Winterfell to serve the Queen in the North, Sansa Stark. Jaime wanders the halls and walls of Winterfell each night, the screams of the King's Landing populace ringing in his ears, the scent of burning flesh invading his sense. He cannot sleep and so he wanders--until one night he finds the Queen in the library, also seemingly unable to sleep. When she shares her desire to protect herself, to prevent anyone from harming her ever again, Jaime offers to train her in hand to hand and bladed combat. Sparks fly, and two broken people find a way to heal together.

Midnight in New York (Natasha x Rhodey) e-rated, unpublished

In this follow up to the Letters from the Void Redux, we explore the relationship between Nat and Rhodey over the same five years that LFTVR tracks for Steve and Tony. After Tony's return and the split between the Avengers deepens, Nat takes on the responsibility for protecting the citizens of NYC from the increasing chaos caused by Thanos's snap. She works at it alone until Rhodey returns and refuses to leave, their shared sorrow and grief bringing them together in a bond that will persist through space, time and death.

Those are the big three I'm currently working on, and as usual I have lots of thoughts about other ships and fics in my drafts, but with working full time, grad school and an internship, I have to focus on the stories that inspire me the most and make what progress I can!

#my writing #fics of 2023 #fanfic #stuckony #jaimsa #warwidow #nat x rhodey #jaime x sansa #steve x bucky x tony

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rhymeswithcabbage · 2 years

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Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Words: 7104

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

“I told you we should just ask him out, Steve! Why are you still embarrassing yourself with this wooing shit? It’s been weeks!”

“Because Tony deserves to be wooed a little, okay!”

“He thinks the sketches are for his robot!”

Steve sighed in despair, running a hand through his hair and looking down at his sketchbook despondently. “Yeah. I don’t blame him. Most of the sketches I leave him are of Dum-E. He probably got the wrong idea. I just - I like drawing things he makes. He’s an artist too, you know. His suit is just - wow. And Dum-E is his quirky robot son. His child. I can’t not draw him.”

Bucky's grin softened. "Aw, Steve. That's sweet. But,” He hesitated. “Do you only leave him sketches of the bots?"

"No." Steve said miserably. "Sometimes I draw the suit. Him in the suit. One time I drew the bots and the suit."

"Well that's. Cool."

"I'm hopeless!" Steve wailed, collapsing face-down on the couch. "We're never going to date him at this rate."

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Tony drives Steve to distraction. This has...consequences.

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), DUM-E (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Pining, Idiots in Love, Drawing, Distractions, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Crack, Sort Of, This Is STUPID, Minor Violence, No one actually gets hurt, Polyamory

A/N: This was a gift to the incredible @aurumacadicus, ages ago, inspired by her beautiful work, Charcoal and Sandwiches, which is part of the amazing series Courting Conundrums. I adore every single one of your works! Thank you so very much for your response, it meant the absolute world to me! <3

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nonisficandfandomdump · 2 years

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His Highness, the Great King Tony Stark knew the legend of the Stark Kingdom by heart. That in the dark days of war and bloodshed, there was a boy. Weak, sickly, and poor, but with a heart so pure and a will so strong that the gods saw fit to gift him with some of their power.

A boy who grew into a dragon.

His grandfather used to tell him tales of how just the sight of those midnight blue wings in the sky would bring raging war cries from the Stark armies and make their enemies tremble in fear.

Tales of how the boy, the dragon, took on their greatest enemy, Hydra, destroying their strongholds and decimating their alchemists’ laboratories.

But Hydra had a secret weapon.

In the darkness they had tried to alchemize the gods’ powers. And from the depths of their depravity rose a fearsome leviathan. Black as night, with a blood red maw and indestructible claws, the beast was cold and mindless, uncontrollable but by a secret chant known only to Hydra’s most high commander.

When the dragon and the leviathan finally met in battle, whole swathes of land were bathed in flame, Stark kingdom itself was nearly wiped from the map and only the intelligence and ingenuity of its King saved it.

So the dragon baited the leviathan. Led him on a chase up to the ice lands where no man could live. Their final battle was so violent, so spectacular that the flames and screams could be seen and heard even in the lowlands.

Then, after three days of fiery night skies and ground shaking roars…nothing.

Quiet returned to the lowlands.

According to the legend, the creatures destroyed each other, the dragon making the ultimate sacrifice to save the kingdoms and taking Hydra’s abomination with him.

Yes, Tony knew the legends. And so did the team of men working day and night to pull two giant scaled bodies from the frigid waters of the icelands.

Years of searching, finally coming to fruition.

For Hydra had not died with its creature.

And the Iron Throne needed its protector once again.

#marvel #ficlet #my ficlets #stuckony #winterironshield #Steve x bucky x tony #fantasy au #medieval au #medieval fantasy au #idk what to tag this as #should i continue?

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bethsvrse · 1 month

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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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quhere · 9 months

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one of my favorite feelings is starting a new show and having that: ….are they…having gay… sexual tension?? And then logging onto tumblr dot com and seeing gifsets that show several thousand other people also agree that it was, indeed, gay sexual tension

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!”

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/8 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Sugar Baby Steve Rogers, First Meetings, established stucky, Age Play, Daddy Kink, Infantilism, daddy bucky barnes, Dom Bucky Barnes, Top Bucky Barnes, Switch Tony Stark, Sub Steve Rogers, Bottom Steve Rogers, Non-Explicit Sex, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Degradation, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks Summary:

When Steve gets a Sugar Daddy to help with the bills, no one expects his sugar daddy to hit it off with his daddy.

#stuckony #steve/bucky/tony #steve x bucky x tony #winterironshield #tony stark #bucky barnes #steve rogers #iron man #winter soldier #captain america #marvel #the avengers #mcu #my fic updates

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polizwrites · 1 year

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The Words Engraved Upon Our Souls

While Bucky has accepted Tony’s offer to build him a new arm, there’s clearly something bothering him. When Tony learns that the first words Steve spoke to Bucky - his soulmate mark - was on the arm he lost, he proposes a solution.

This is a fill for today’s @februaryficletchallenge Day 9: Soulmate AU prompt, as well as my @buckybarnesbingo Flash Bingo U card - Ultimatum and @stuckybingo O2 - Stark Tower prompts. Huge thanks to CoffeeOwl for an awesome prompt (see end of fic)

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Steve/Bucky, Steve & Bucky & Tony Rating: General Tags: Soulmate AU, Stark Tower, Bucky’s Metal Arm, pining!Tony Word Count: 986

“It’s ready.” Tony tried to keep his voice even; while Bucky had initially seemed interested - excited even - about having a new arm built to replace the Fist of Hydra, over the last couple of days, it seemed something had changed. Steve had noticed it too, but Bucky wouldn’t talk about it to him either.

“Okay.” Bucky rose from the couch and joined Tony in the elevator to the workshop. As the car descended into the basement of Stark Tower, Tony bit the bullet.

“Something’s bothering you about the new arm, isn’t it?”

Bucky tilted his head slightly. “You don’t miss much, do you?”

“Noticing things - and fixing them - is kind of my job,” Tony replied as they stepped out into his workshop. “So talk to me. Did I make it the wrong color? Shiny finish instead of matte? Steve already said I couldn’t give you switchblade fingers--”

Bucky’s soft huff of laughter was music to Tony’s ears. While he knew that Steve and Bucky were true soulmates and devoted to one another, Tony couldn’t help but be attracted to a man who had been through hell and kept going. It also didn’t help that his teenage crush on Captain America was threatening to come back in full force.

Things had started off rocky in both cases: Tony and Steve had butted heads on the helicarrier, and it had been difficult for Tony to learn the truth behind the events of December 16th, 1991.

But then Tony discovered the lengths that Hydra had gone to in order to erase the man Bucky Barnes had been and that they had never quite succeeded. It allowed him to accept the fact that the Soldier had been a weapon who didn’t choose his targets, and any anger or desire for revenge should be aimed at his handlers instead.

“It’s the words,” Bucky blurted out, pulling Tony from his reverie.

“What words?” Tony asked, confused.

“Me & Steve’s words - the first ones we said to each other.” Bucky took a shuddering breath. “When I lost my arm.... I lost them too.”

“I see.” Tony replied; then an idea hit him. “Would it help if I engraved them on your new arm?”

Bucky’s face brightened, just a little. “You could do that, couldn’t you?”

“Of course. Want them inlayed in gold, too?”

Bucky chuckled. “Nah - that’s too fancy for a coupla kids from Brooklyn.” He paused. “Could you trace over Steve’s handwriting?”

“Not a problem. Want JARVIS to ask him to join us?”

“Please.”

“You heard him, J,” Tony called out. “Page Captain Rogers to the workshop.”

Steve arrived a few minutes later, a worried expression on his face and a little out of breath; apparently he hadn’t bothered waiting for the elevator. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Stevie, “Bucky assured him. “At least not any more. Our resident genius came out with a solution to something that’s been on my mind.”

Tony felt his cheeks heat, even as Steve looked at him quizzically. “Bucky mentioned that when he lost his arm, he lost your words. So I suggested engraving them on his new one.”

Steve’s face lit up with amazement and joy. “That’s a fantastic idea, Tony!”

“I have them every once in awhile,” Tony shrugged off the compliment as he opened the case that contained Bucky’s new arm. “So, where exactly were they? It’ll be easier to put them on now, before it’s attached.” After Steve showed him the spot on the inside of the bicep where his words had originally been. Tony spent a few minutes prepping the metal surface.

Watching Steve carefully write out ‘Yeah - and I ain’t no kid.’ Tony couldn’t help but ask, “So, what’s the story behind that?” He winced internally, knowing that while some people were happy to explain their words, others felt them to be a private, personal thing.

“I was getting beat up in an alley, and Bucky came along and gave the bully what for.” Steve grinned fondly at the memory as he pushed his sleeve up to show off his soulmate mark, which read ‘You okay, kid?’

“To be fair,” Bucky shot back, a grin on his face as well, “you looked like you were nine instead of fourteen!” They argued good-naturedly about the details of that first encounter as Tony traced over the letters with an engraving tool.

Carefully wiping away the minuscule metal shavings, Tony felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with the pride he felt at giving his two friends (alas, only friends) a piece of their own past back. A look passed between Bucky and Steve; something fleeting and inscrutable.

“Do you remember the first thing you said to me, Tony?” Bucky’s voice was soft and touched with remorse.

Tony nodded in reply; Bucky had made a heartfelt apology, and he had simply said that it would be some time until he could forgive him. “I want you to put those words on my arm too,” Bucky continued.

“Why?” Tony and Steve asked at the same time.

“To remind me of the lives I’ve taken.” Bucky’s jaw jutted out stubbornly. “Don’t put that arm on me until those words are right there where I’ll see 'em every damned day.” He tapped the metal insistently with a stiff finger.

Tony thought for a moment; he understood better than most what Bucky was feeling. But he also believed he had a solution to the situation. “Okay.” He picked up the engraving tool, only for Steve to give him a shocked look.

“Tony, what are you--” Bucky blocked Steve from reaching out and interfering.

“This is my arm, so I get to choose what’s on it,” he growled.

Steve glared back, clearly ready to argue. “Hold on, Steve. Wait til I’m done,” Tony broke in. In neat block letters, he wrote ‘It will take a while before I forgive you'. Tony then went back and drew a neat line through the first six words.

Original Prompt as shared in the STB Enthusiasts Discord channel

CoffeeOwl ?prompt Soulmate AU: When Bucky lost his arm, he also lost his words. Tony builds him a new one and gives them back. (WinterIron, Stuckony or friendly favor for Stucky 😇 Ooooh maybe Tony does it for Stucky and then Bucky asks Tony to add *his* first words as well?

#writing stuff #fanficlet #FFC 23 #mcu/marvel #soulmate AU #Stucky #Steve x Bucky x Tony #Shameless Self Promo

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snarkythewoecrow · 2 years

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a train wreck in slow motion

by: snarkymuch

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony

Rating: M

word count: 2.3k

Summary:

Bucky gets nightmares--violent ones--so it's an agreement that Tony will let Steve deal with them. So when Steve isn't home, Bucky sleeps in another room, and Tony is told to stay away. Except Tony has never been great with rules--and he's not about to let Bucky suffer. Steve sees a pattern and notices the bruising when he returns from a mission--coming to the wrong conclusion--that Bucky is abusing Tony. He confronts Tony, ready to fight Bucky if he needs to, while Tony struggles to gain control of the script. Then Bucky walks in, and things can only get worse before they get better.

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Tony could feel Steve’s eyes on him as he worked on the armor. The man seemed more restless than usual since returning from his mission with Natasha and Clint this morning.

Needing to take a break, feeling a little bleary from spending last night intervening in Bucky’s nightmares, he tossed his tools to the bench and nearly crashed into Steve as he turned to get a coffee.

The man’s expression was pinched, sadness and something like determination swirling in his eyes—two things you didn’t want to see in someone after they’d been gone a week. It always seemed to precede a song and dance that ended in him being alone.

A flutter of panic had his heart skipping beats—was he losing both of them? Steve and Bucky? Or had he done something else to upset them—to upset Steve specifically?

“Just spit it out—rip it off like a band-aid.”

And scaring Tony a little more—Steve didn’t deny something was looming. Instead, his throat bobbed, and he wet lips, seeming to steel himself before saying, “You know that—you know that you can come to me, right? And that—and that just because I loved Bucky first, I wouldn’t automatically choose his side. I love you, too.”

The air felt strange, heavy in his lungs, and it had Tony stumbling back a step, brushing Steve’s hand away that tried to steady him. This wasn’t what he’d expected, and he had no idea what it meant.

“Um, okay?” His face scrunched, head tilting. “Is there something going on? Did Bucky say something? Is he mad—are we fighting, and I didn’t get the memo?”

And the last week was already replaying in his mind, but nothing stood out. Even this morning, Bucky had seemed great—oblivious to the nightmare he’d had.

The nightmares were usually something that Steve dealt with—for safety reasons. It meant Steve always slept in the middle, so he could handle any possible physical blows and soothe him.

Except when Steve was away.

Bucky and Steve had made it clear that he wasn’t allowed to intervene in Bucky’s nightmares. So when Steve couldn’t be home, Bucky slept in another room, where no matter how bad it sounded, Tony was not supposed to go, but Tony had never met a rule he couldn’t ignore.

Besides, what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. So, he’d made sure to be careful and not get caught when Steve was gone. And if he got a punch to the gut or a few bruises, it was better than knowing one of the men he loved was suffering.

Steve looked pained, mouth pressed into a frown. “Tony,” he breathed his name like the saddest prayer. “Please, you don’t need to hide this from me.” Then more to himself, he said, averting his gaze, “I can’t believe I missed it.”

And now Tony was confused and questioning everything he’d ever done in their relationship.

“Steve, you’re starting to scare me here.”

And the man’s hands that had been reaching out suddenly moved away. “I’m sorry—but I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t hurt you, and fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t do something sooner. But that’s going to change. I promise you—he won’t hurt you again.”

Tony’s expression twisted as he stepped back and turned away. Then spinning around, he raked his greasy fingers through his hair, not caring about the mess, and said, “Just—just stop and tell me what the fuck is going on. Because we aren’t even reading from the same book right now.”

And Christ, just when he didn’t think Steve could make himself look smaller and more like a kicked puppy, his shoulders curled, and eyes turned glossy. Then he nodded his chin toward Tony, his eyes seeming to point at Tony’s wrist. “The bruises, Tony. I come back every time from a mission, and you’ve got fresh ones.”

Tony moved to cover his wrist despite Steve having already seen the handprint there. Bucky had grabbed him last night and socked him in the ribs, too, though those bruises were hidden under his clothes.

Mouth dry, he cleared his throat, needing to lie—because if they found out the truth, not just would he be in trouble, but Bucky would be devastated at having hurt Tony. He slipped a fake smile into place, testing the words as he said, “Oh, this?” He lifted his wrist, then tugged his sleeve lower. “You got the wrong idea—just the suit, baby. It malfunctioned and grabbed my wrist, but don’t worry, I’ve got it all sorted now. Won’t happen again.”

Steve pursed his lips. “Tony,” he warned. “You don’t need to protect him. People change—and it’ll—it’ll hurt to end things with him, but I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

“No, no, no!” Tony said, crossing back to him, grabbing his biceps. “This isn’t what it seems—shit. I never meant for this to happen. He didn’t do anything wrong—he didn’t. This is completely on me.”

Chest heaving, Steve rested his hands on Tony’s waist, squeezing, but it was too close to where Bucky had hit him, so against his will, a pained noise escaped his throat.

Immediately, Steve was guiding him back a step as Tony tried to assure him it was nothing, begging him to drop it, “Please, I’m asking you as your lover—your partner—your friend—just let this go, okay?”

Anger simmered in Steve’s eyes as he guided Tony to sit on the stool. “Show me.”

“No! Because you’re not listening! This isn’t his fault!”

“Isn’t whose fault?” Bucky’s concerned voice came from the doorway, and then Steve was putting himself in front of Tony, saying, “Watch your step, Buck.”

Bucky looked between them. “What’s going on? Is Tony alright?”

And then Tony was off the stool, trying to come around Steve, but the man wasn’t making it easy, turning and using his field voice, commanding him. “Sit down and let me handle this. I won’t let him hurt you again.”

“Steve, it’s not what you think! Just fucking stop and listen for one goddamn second—Christ!” And he tried shoving Steve to the side, peering around him to say, “I’m sorry, Bucky—I’m so sorry. Just go upstairs and let me work this out with Steve.”

Steve grabbed Tony’s elbow to stop him from going closer, then addressed Bucky with a growl. “How long, Buck? How fucking long?”

And the way so many emotions flickered over Bucky’s face before settling on confusion and wariness broke Tony’s heart. “Tony? What’s he talking about, babe? What’s going on?”

“You didn’t do anything, okay?” Tony said, trying to pull away from Steve, then saying more sharply to Steve. “He didn’t do anything!”

Steve’s gaze lingered on Tony for a moment before he turned on Bucky again. “I didn’t want to believe—but it’s been too many times—too fucking many. Every time Tony is left with you, he ends up with bruises. I thought—at first, I thought they were just regular bumps and scrapes—but he’s got a handprint on his wrist, and who the fuck knows what you did to his ribs!”

“I didn’t—” Bucky choked, looking crushed and uncertain. “Tony?”

“You didn’t—you didn’t mean to, okay? This was my fault—every time it was me.”

And Bucky looked pale and gray, stumbling to grab the counter as his face contorted. “Why don’t I remember?”

And that had Steve easing his hold on Tony, some of the hard lines of his face smoothing out. “You really don’t remember?” And when Bucky shook his head, Steve turned to Tony. “I need you to be very clear and tell me what’s been happening.”

His ribs ached from breathing so heavily and struggling against Steve, so he curled an arm around them for a moment.

Then he took a few shallow breaths before confessing in a whisper, his head hung, “Bucky didn’t—he didn’t know because he was asleep—having a nightmare.” And the room was so quiet he could hear the dripping faucet on the other side of the workshop. “When you’re gone, I set JARVIS to alert me—and—and sometimes things go a little sideways.”

A growl, then a bang that rattled the counter had Tony looking up, seeing Bucky’s fist resting on the surface, his eyes closed. Then through gritted teeth, he said, “You promised! What if—what if I’d—which do you think would’ve been worse”—he turned his pained gaze on Tony—“suffering through a few nightmares or waking up with you dead next to me because I crushed your throat?”

And that hit harder than any physical blow, making him falter, looking at Steve only to be met with hurt and disappointment.

Shaking his head, tears in his eyes, he pleaded, “I didn’t mean—I didn’t think.” He took a step toward Bucky, reaching out just to let his hand fall again. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m sorry. Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I fucked this up. I fuck everything up.”

Then Steve was murmuring something to Bucky, but the words slipped past him unheard. He didn’t know if they were coming back from this—if they could—and fuck, that hurt so much. So pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he collected himself for a moment, then dried them the best he could, knowing he still looked like a mess.

He needed to retreat and regroup, to prepare himself for the blow, so aiming for the space between Bucky and the door, he attempted to bolt from the room—only for the man to stop him.

Tony tried to wriggle away, but Bucky had him in a gentle yet firm grip by the elbows. “Babe, hey, just stop for a minute.”

“You don’t need to pretend, okay? I can handle it.”

“Handle what?”

Tony hated how congested his nose already was from a few tears. “Breaking up with me.”

A heavy sigh had Bucky closing his eyes for a moment, then footsteps approached from behind, and hands started to slide up and down his back. “I wish you’d tell us his name,” Steve murmured against his shoulder. “The guy who made you think you weren’t worth it—that it wasn’t okay to make mistakes.”

Then Bucky opened his eyes to catch his gaze, cradling his cheek. “Don’t get us wrong—we’re fucking pissed that you put yourself in danger—but your heart was in the right place, and honestly, that just seems like even more reason to love you.”

Tony huffed wetly. “The thing is—the thing is, is that I’d do it again, and—and what does that mean, ya know? I don’t know if I can let you suffer like that without trying to help.”

Bucky looked at Steve, probably having one of their conversations that consisted of lip twitches and eyebrow lifts. Then after a few beats, he turned back to Tony. “We can work something out. I’ll take sedatives when Steve isn’t home.”

“You hate them—you don’t like not being able to wake up.”

His brows lifted, catching Tony’s eye. “I’d rather that than you getting hurt, okay? I never want to hurt you—never ever.”

And between the two of them, his raw emotional slide was leveling out, so he nodded and said, “Okay—yeah, but if—if you get a breakthrough nightmare, I reserve the right to still try to wake you up.”

Steve groaned, kissing the spot where Tony’s neck and shoulder met, saying as he did, “Then you wear the armor.”

“Seriously?”

Bucky took his chin, holding it firmly. “Yes, seriously.”

“Fine. You’ll take the drugs, and I’ll call the suit.” Then Steve’s hand was sliding up his side, and for a moment, Tony thought things were taking a sexy turn, but then he felt the light pressure of his fingers gliding over his ribs. He was feeling for breaks, so he tried to wriggle away. “I’m fine, Steve, really—just a little bruising. Nothing worth writing home about.”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky chided. “We might forgive you, but that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of us checking you over.” Then more softly, his voice a little raspier, he added, “I need to see what I did, okay? I need to know your ribs aren’t about to puncture a lung.”

And part of Tony wanted to argue, but he bit back the urge, knowing they both needed this. So pressed his lips into a watery smile as he nodded. “Can we head upstairs first, though? I didn’t get much sleep last night, and I was just thinking we could get between the sheets and see what happens.”

Steve snorted, nuzzling his neck. “We all know what happens when you get between the sheets, but if you’re not hurt too badly, then maybe we can help each other out and all take a nice nap after.”

Then Bucky touched his forehead to Tony’s before pulling back to peck his nose. “Remember that headline that had you all in knots?” And at the brow Tony lifted, he continued, “If this self-sacrificing stunt ain’t proof, I don’t know what is. You don’t just have a heart, baby—yours is so big you use it to shield us all.”

His throat tightened. “No different than what you or Steve would do.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Someday we’ll get you to accept a compliment.”

He smiled, then moved to lean into Bucky, but it pulled his bruised side, causing him to grunt. It didn’t go unheard—as a second later, they were guiding him to the penthouse.

Then much later that night, after they’d all but dragged him for x-rays, made a mess of ice cream in bed followed by finding creative uses for the chocolate syrup, they’d fallen asleep in a sticky, tangled mess—though Steve stayed in the middle.

In some people’s eyes, it might not have been perfection, but for them, it couldn’t be closer.

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IDIOTS IN LOVE

Steve Rogers x F! Reader

incl. Natasha, Wanda, Bucky and Tony

Summary: Being in love with Steve Rogers isn’t easy with all the dates Natasha sets him up with. One day you’ve had enough and ask her to set you up, something you’ve never let her before – and a certain blonde isn’t too pleased.

Warnings: Angst to fluff! Jealous! Steve and Jealous! Reader. Misunderstandings. Two blind idiots in love with each other. 4.3k words.

“Okay, I’m off to bed,” You said through a yawn and got up from the chair you’d been sitting in for the past hours, drinking and chatting with Natasha and Wanda.

Natasha took a sip from her glass, before asking, “See you in the morning for our run?”

“Count me in,” You nodded and walked towards the exit, your head facing Natasha, “Goodnight ladies.” The second you faced away, something tall crashed into you, making you trip on your own feet.

“Woah careful, doll!” A familiar voice said, as a hand grabbed you by your waist to steady you, “Are you okay, angel?”

“Steve! Oh- Thanks!” You felt a bit embarrassed as he was still holding onto you, his blue eyes looking down at you with what seemed like concern. His face was close, so very close, and his lips-

“Steve you’re back!” Natasha cheered from behind you, interrupting the moment, “How was your date?”

You immediately felt your heart drop at her question. Steve had been on a date. Again. You took a step away from the super soldier, looking down as he shifted his attention to Natasha, “It was good.”

You snuck out of the room in the blink of an eye, not wanting to hear about yet another one of Steves ‘good’ dates that never lead to a second one. Couldn’t he just choose one of the girls and make it official? That way you had no reason to hold onto the hope that he just might, someday, reciprocate your feelings.

You didn’t see the disappointment in Steve’s face when you suddenly disappeared out of sight.

You woke up in the morning with a burning headache. Partly because of the wine last night, but mostly because of Steve keeping you awake for hours. You always stayed to hear how his dates went, but it was always the same: “It was good, but there won’t be a second one, I’m afraid. Better luck next time Nat.”

Though what if it was different this time? What if he finally found the one? Your thoughts and feeling of regret were interrupted by a harsh knocking on your bedroom door.You knew it was Natasha and got out of bed. The floor felt extra cold this morning.

“I’ll be down in five!” You yelled trough the door and went to get dressed for your run. After swallowing some painkillers for your headache, you left your room to meet the redhead, desperately in need to get some fresh air.

You and Natasha jogged from the Avengers compound and ended up in the nearest park. As you felt the morning sun warming your skin, you felt a little relief lift off your shoulders. You needed this.

The two of you sat down at a bench, kind of like creeps, observing the civilians enjoying their own morning.

A dolled-up lady was walking her dog, or more like, the dog was walking her. You shared a laugh with Natasha at the sight. Your eyes followed her movements, watching as she passed a little girl blowing soap-bubbles. The little one let her tongue out to taste the bubbles, only for her nose to scrunch up in disgust.

“Cute.” Natasha commented from beside you. You smiled and let your eyes wander along with the bubbles flying away, which popped right next to an older couple holding hands. “Aww, look at them!” You commented.

The husband of the old couple, smacked his lady’s butt, growing a mischievous grin on his face. “Now, that’s cute.” Natasha commented this time.

“I know! Old people are the cutest.”

“I can only partly agree with you there. Buck and Steve are quite the old men,” Natasha laughed, “Wouldn’t call them cute.”

You chuckled lightly as your eyes left the old couple. To you, Steve was so much more than cute. He was the kindest, most caring man you’d ever met. He always listened to your small and bigger problems. He was always willing to drop everything to help you out. He was always by your side whenever you got hurt on a mission. You had no doubt he cared for you, and yet… he still went on all those dates like you weren’t even an option. He made you feel so special and loved, and you weren’t even each other’s. Oh, how lucky the one who wins his heart would be.

“Y/N? Earth to--”

“Oh, sorry!” You snapped out of your thoughts at Natasha trying to get your attention.

She gave you a concerned look as she spoke, “Are you okay? You seem down.”

“It’s just my head, it really hurts.” You excused, wiping away a tear you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m sorry. Should we walk back? We can take it slow.” Natasha asked and got up from the bench, lending you a hand.

You accepted her hand and cracked a small smile, “Thank you kind lady.”

Once you started walking back towards the compound, a familiar figure caught your eye. Steve, with a girl beside him, was walking in your direction.

“Would you look at that! Steve’s on a second date,” Natasha cheered at the sight of Steve and Sharon Carter coming closer, “He said yesterday they wouldn’t go on a date again.”

Natasha was clearly trying to share her excitement with you, but all you felt was a knot tightening in your stomach. You liked Sharon, you really did, but of course she, a Carter, would be the one to finally win Steve’s heart.

Natasha was waving at the pair, just to make sure they saw the two of you. The jealousy in your body didn’t help much with the headache, making you feel sick, “Nat, I’m just gonna go, okay?”

You weren’t in the mood to stand around and wait for Steve to arrive with his new love interest, you didn’t even bother to give Natasha a smile, “You can wait for them if you want. I’d like to have some alone time anyways.”

Natasha wasn’t sure how to react, starting to feel like it wasn’t just a headache bothering you, “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” You left without taking another look back, leaving Natasha to start worry about you.

You didn’t see Steve’s expression go from excitement to concern as he watched you leave Natasha behind.

Back at the compound, you fall down onto your bed, soft sobs rocking your body. You’re tired of loving a man you’ll never have. You have his friendship, but your heart is still not satisfied. Now that Steve has found a beautiful woman like Sharon, maybe you can finally try to move on.

You roll onto your back, looking at the ceiling as your tears dry out. What are you going to do?

Then, it hits you. Natasha.

Just a soft knock on the door and a hug later, the redhead asks what she can do to make you feel better. You let out a sigh and ask away, “Could you help me, maybe… find a date?”

Natasha wasn’t sure she heard you correctly, but when you nodded, her face lit up in excitement, “Of course! It would be my absolute pleasure!” She didn’t even ask why you wanted a date all of a sudden, she was just happy you’d finally give her matchmaking a chance.

“Oh my god! I have so many guys in mind. They would all be so lucky to have you Y/N. I have to pick one worth your time though!”

You chuckled as you listened to Natasha ramble on about who to pick for you, a feeling of excitement growing in your stomach. You were finally ready to give someone new a chance.

As the moon shone through your window, you thought about what tomorrow would bring. Natasha had already picked out a date whom you’d meet tomorrow night.

Busy in thought, you suddenly felt your stomach growl. Slipping out of bed, you put on a pair of slippers and wandered out your door towards the kitchen. Truth be told, you had been avoiding going around the compound in fear of meeting Steve, which also meant skipping dinner.

You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal and let your thoughts wander back to your upcoming date. What dress would you wear? Maybe the blue one? No. What about the white, the one you knew Steve loved so much?

“Hey.”

The sudden sound of a voice made you jump in your seat. As you choked on your cereal, you felt a hand patting your back.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. Are you okay, angel?”

You looked up to find Steve looking down at you. Damnit. You managed to embarrass yourself in front of him again.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Your voice sounded hesitant, your eyes going back to your cereal. You listened as Steve made himself a cup of tea behind you, not a single word shared. You felt awkward.

You hoped he would just make his damn tea and leave - but of course not. The man sat down, right beside you, half facing you as he took a sip.

“So…” Steve began, and you felt yourself wanting to disappear. You were in the mindset of moving on a few minutes ago, but here he sat, the man you were so in love with, alone, giving you all of his attention. “How’re you doing? We haven’t talked much since, well, yesterday.”

Steve’s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew, that he knew, that something was up. The two of you hung out every single day, so not talking for 24 hours was unusual.

“I, uh… I’m okay. I’ve been a bit tired lately, that’s all.” You lied, and you didn’t sound very convincing either.

“Nat told me about your headache earlier today, at the park-”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You interrupted him, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You really didn’t want to talk about it. Especially not think about the sight of Steve walking alongside his new girl.

You hear Steve let out a sigh at your answer. You were hoping he’d let it go, though you knew Steve too well. The blonde put down his cup and turned his body fully towards you this time, “Y/N,” His voice sounded serious, “I know something’s up, more than just a headache, and it worries me. So, please, what is going on? Did I do something?”

You didn’t know you had it in you to be angry with Steve Rogers, but when you felt your blood boil, there was no going back. You jumped out of your chair and looked at him with rage in your eyes, “Why do you care, huh?”

You saw the immediate hurt in Steve’s eyes, his expression shocked at your sudden outburst. You didn’t care though, “It’s been a fucking day, and you’re worried about me because I haven’t talked to you yet? You haven’t even been home! The last time I saw you, quoting Natasha, you were on a second date with Sharon! Shouldn’t you be with her now anyways?”

“Y/N-”

“No! Why the fuck do you sit here and talk to me like I’m the only thing you care about, like it matters how I’m doing? It doesn’t make any sense! You’ve always been like this, yet I’m just a friend sitting around while you go out and fuck all the girls Natasha find for you!” Your breath is heavy, tears threaten to spill from your eyes,

Steve was reaching out a hand to you but retracted it as tears streamed down your cheeks. You pointed a finger at the man, your teeth gritted together as you spoke, “And lastly, I am under no obligation to tell you anything about my feelings! So please, stop treating me like I’m your fucking girlfriend!”

Without taking another look at him, you spun around and left the room. As you disappeared out of sight, you ran down the hallway to escape into your room, not wanting Steve to follow. It was when you shut your bedroom door, you realised what you just did.

You yelled at Steve, for the first time ever. Worst of all, he hadn’t done anything to deserve it. That night, never ending sobs were rocking you to sleep.

As you stormed out of the kitchen, you didn’t see the look of heartbreak in Steve’s eyes. They carried more worry than before, confusion and a load of regret as he started to catch on to what was going on with you. It was all a misunderstanding, and he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

Getting ready for your date was supposed to be fun and exciting, but after you yelled at Steve last night, nothing seemed to cheer you up.

You regretted every single word you yelled at him. He came to check up on you, but all he got in return was your anger. Though maybe it was for the best, now he had no reason to care about you anymore. You were an asshole. The thought hurt like hell, but you chose to use it as an excuse to ease your feelings.

You dressed up in a white beautiful dress, paired with a pair of white heels. It was Steve’s favourite outfit of yours – he had told you so with words, but his eyes when he looked you, oh, they said so much more. That's were you got the nickname angel from.

It was time to give the outfit a new association, perhaps, the first outfit you wore out with your new potential love interest?

As you walked down the compound hallway to leave, familiar voices came from the kitchen. You knew snooping was wrong, but you couldn’t help listening as it was Steve talking.

“I’ve been a fool Buck,” Steve sighed, “What am I gonna do?”

“It’s all a big misunderstanding, right? Just tell her everything and I’m sure she’ll understand. Y/N always understands.”

“Yeah, tell her I’ve been going on a new date every week for the past year so that I can forget about her?” Steve groaned, “It sounds awful.”

It did sound awful. He really wanted to get rid of you huh? You didn’t understand why but his words hurt. “-so that I can forget about her.”

You sniffled and was ready to sneak past them, not wanting to hear anymore, but of course, both men noticed your presence. Stupid super hearing.

“Y/N?” Steve asked and walked a little closer to where you were standing, “Wow, angel, you look-” Steve gave you the same look as he always did when you dressed up. He looked at you in awe, which you usually loved, but now, you hated it.

“Princess, you look beautiful!” Bucky commented and walked over to kiss the top of your head, “Where are you headed off to?”

“Oh, I-” You looked at Steve, then shifted your attention back to Bucky, giving him a shy smile, “I’m going on a date.”

The words felt relieving to get out in front of Steve. Now he would know not to treat you like a girlfriend, since you were trying to see someone else, right?

“Oh, really?” Bucky sounded surprised, but you ignored it, “Have uh-” You noticed as Bucky gave a quick look at Steve, before plastering on a big smile, “Have a nice one then! Can’t wait to hear about it!”

“Thanks Buck,” You smiled, “I gotta go.”

As you rushed out of the room, you didn’t see Steve clenching his jaw and fists. He was irritated at himself for letting it come to this. The feeling of jealusy made him feel sick.

It was an hour into the date, and you were actually enjoying your time. The guy Natasha had set you up with was an agent you had met before during some mission, Christopher. He was cute and had such golden retriever energy - he made you genuinely smile for the first time that day. Apparently he had been smitten with you for a while now, and to no surprise, Natasha knew.

As time passed by, it was time to head home. Both of you had work in the morning anyways. Cristopher followed you all the way back to the Avengers Compound, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you for giving me a chance Y/N. I had a really wonderful time. Will I see you again?”

Busy with your date, you didn’t see Steve standing nearby, observing the whole thing. He was tense, saddened and growing more and more jealous as he watched you laugh with the other guy.

Steve had come out to get some fresh air, to clear his head, but was interrupted by your arrival. You looked so beautiful, and the sound of your sweet laughter made his knees weak. Oh, how he wished he was the one who caused it.

The morning after your date with Cristopher, you felt the best you had in the last few days. You hummed as you entered the kitchen, the smell of something delicious hitting your nose, “Oh, what’s that smell? It’s amazing.”

“’I made pancakes, so I hope you’re hungry!” Bucky cheered and handed you a plate. You accepted it gladly and sat down at the table next to Natasha and Wanda to your left, and Tony to your right.

“Hey girl, you seem happy. I’m guessing the date was a success?” Natasha asked as she took a bite of her breakfast.

“You finally went on a date with Steve? Rhodes owe me money-” Tony started at the information.

You almost chocked on your first bite of the pancake. Why would he even think that? Didn’t he know Steve was dating Sharon?

“No, Tones, wrong,” Natasha corrected him, “She went with that guy Cristopher. Remember that agent who wouldn’t shut up about her?”

“Oh yeah! The guy who was blabbering about Y/N almost as much as Steve does!”

Steve was blabbering on about you?

“Anyways, tell us how it went? When’s the next date?” Wanda asked, eager to know.

You chuckled a little nervously, “Well, you see--” You stopped talking as soon as Steve entered the kitchen, shocked to see his fallen shoulders and saddened eyes.

You observed as he grabbed a plate of pankakes, before heading over to the counter to make his morning tea. It was weird not hearing a good morning, or getting greeted with his soft smile. You had no idea what was bothering him, and it killed you inside.

"Y/N? You were saying?" Natasha questioned, as you had left them all hanging.

Your eyes didn't leave Steve's figure, even though he was facing away, "It uh... The date was good."

You watched Steve's whole posture tense as you spoke. Oh, how much you wanted to ask if he was okay. You just didn't feel like you had the right to. The last time you spoke, you were yelling at his face.

"Come on! Give us the details!" Tony pushed.

You shook your head, suddenly not wanting to bother Steve with details of your date. You plasteted on a forced smirk, "You'll have to wait and see if we weet again."

"No come on!"

As Steve was facing away, you couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. You couln't see the absolute heartbreak on his face from the thought of having lost you. He really felt like he had lost the most important person in his life - and you didn't even know he saw you as such.

Over the past few days, you hadn't shared a single word with Steve, and it was starting to drive you crazy. You didn’t even face each other while in the same room - it was a good thing you hadn't shared a mission yet.

All you wanted was for Steve to be happy, and to be his friend again, so with that, you decided it was time to apologize for your behaviour – even if he wouldn’t forgive you for being such an ass, you knew it was the right thing to do.

Your palms felt sweaty, and your mouth all dried out as you stepped outside his room, “Okay… here goes nothing.” You knocked on the door, feeling your heart thump rapidly against your chest.

When he didn’t answer you knocked twice, then again and again. Giving up, you asked Tony’s A.I. for help, “FRIDAY, where’s Steve?”

“In the gym ma’am.”

You let out a sigh, “Is he… okay?”

“From what I can tell, he seems distressed and angry.”

You felt a knot in your stomach. It was 8 pm, and Steve never worked out in the gym that late unless he was upset, “Fuck… Thanks FRIDAY.”

Earlier that day, Steve had been walking past the door to your room at least five times, with the intention to make up. Though the super solider was way too nervous to bother you and chickened out. It was killing him not having your company every day. He missed you. So, with his emotions changing from heartbreak to anger, and the heavy regret from not telling you the truth and let your relationship come to this, he escaped to the gym.

You entered the gym and carefully closed the door behind you. It took you seconds to see Steve by the six destroyed punching bags on the floor, the seventh about to face the same faith.

Steve’s back was tense, and you could see the anger he was feeling in every punch. You felt the knot in your stomach from before tightening, your palms even more sweaty. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to him; it was time to face the music.

Speaking of music, before you knew it your ears were singing a high-pitched tone, your head hurt and your whole back was facing the cold floor beneath you.

“Oh my god!” Steve rushed to your side, worry in his voice, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry Angel!”

You blinked a few times before looking up at the concerned man above you. Putting a hand to your head, you groaned out due to the pain. Releasing deep breath, you let Steve help you up, “I guess I deserved that.”

You had been so smart to come up behind the Captain and stand in front of the punching bag. Because of Steve’s quick and hard punches, he failed to notice you in time, and punced the bag into you, sending you flying to the floor.

“Seriously, are you okay, doll?”

The concern in Steve’s voice made you forget why you came her in the first place. You only nodded and let him lead you to sit down on a bench. He didn’t let go of your hand as you both sat down.

Steve let out a shaky breath. It was clear it had scared him when he saw you flying in the air, and it was all his fault too. You could see the guilt on his face. He still cared so damn much.

You had enough of Steve feeling so down because of you, he didn’t deserve a second of it, “Steve I’m okay. I’m the idiot for creeping up on you like that… Also, I kinda deserved it after how shitty I’ve been treating you.”

“What are you talking about?” There was confusion in the Captain’s eyes.

“Just… let me talk.” Suddenly you had the courage to just get it out. You took hold of both his hands and looked deeply into his blue eyes, “I’m so sorry Steve. I’ve been an absolute asshole towards you.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as you shook your head, “Let me continue. You’re my best friend and I have so much love for you. You’ve been nothing but good to me, and I was yelling at you for it. Thinking about how good you treat me, your friend, I can only imagine how good you treat Sharon. She’s very lucky and I wish you guys the best.”

Your gaze fell from Steve and down into your lap, “I… I’ve been jealous. With all those dates you’ve been on… Why couldn’t you just pick one the girls and get it over with? I…”

“Cause none of them were you.”

You looked up at him, shock in your eyes, unsure if you heard him correctly. Steve plastered on a small smile, his eyes so soft as he looked into yours, “Y/N, there’s nothing between Sharon and I. The other day, when you saw us at the park, we were walking back from visiting Peggy’s grave. It was only a coincidence we were there at the same time.”

“Oh… but what about your date the day before? You said it was good?” You asked, feeling almost ashamed.

“You left too soon to hear what I told Nat and Wanda. I had a good time, but I wasn’t interested. I’d have way more fun with someone else there with me…” Steve’s voice was low, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, “I can’t hold it back anymore Y/N. I love you; I always have. And those stupid dates?”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks at his confession. Never in a million years would you have thought he loved you back.

Steve chuckled lightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes, “I went on those to get you off my mind. I never belied you could love me back, you’re way too good for me, Angel. Though every damn date I went on, I just couldn’t get you off my mind. Every time they wanted me to come home with them, I only thought; No, I can’t do that to my best girl.”

“Steve…” You felt so stupid for not having confessed your feelings earlier. All this misunderstanding could’ve been avoided, “I love you too. I love you so damn much Stevie.”

Steve breath caught in his throat, not sure he was hearing you clearly, “What?” The word came out weak, like he was scared to wake up from a dream, “What about--”

“Cristopher?” You giggled, “Oh, I had a nice time with him, but you know, he wasn’t you.”

Steve laughed loudly and you joined in. Both of you realised how stupid and blind you had been. You loved each other.

Steve caressed your cheek again, his thumb stroking over your soft skin. The look in his eyes were different than before; you knew it was love. His features, his voice, all soft, “Can I… kiss you?”

You only nodded and let him lead you towards his lips. The kiss was gentle, but a firework erupted inside of you. It made tears fall from your eyes, his too. Pulling away, Steve kissed the top of your head before speaking, “My beautiful, Angel. I can’t believe I finally have you.”

You threw yourself forward and let him wrap his strong arms around you. His embrace felt like home.

It felt so right, and finally, your heart was satisfied.

You didn’t see the tears continue to stream down Steve’s cheeks. You didn’t see the huge weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was so damn in love with you, and he already knew that someday, he wanted to call you his wife.

THE END! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is very much appreciated <3

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