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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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hey! I just finished rereading not the standard unit and I was completely re-blown away by how amazing of an author you are, and what good storylines youve created for this series!!! i CANNOT wait to see what is coming for cannon or future aus you will write and i am SO EXCITED for more domestic trio in the future!!!! if you are taking requests right now, I would really really really love to see a modern pre-serum steve with any version of quinn and bucky!!! just like a cute little first meeting or domestic fluff blurb/ficlet if you ever have time to write something like that!!! anyways, your writing is so amazing and I just can’t get enough of domestic Bucky in the 21st-century and I am a slut for any aus that contain him. keep being awesome!!!!

first of all...YOU ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹 also thanks for reminding me that i actually do have an AU that's been sitting unfinished for like two years. but it's basically modern!stevebucky with cap!quinn. bucky is an undercover shield agent that's assigned to watch over quinn out of the ice (like sharon in civil war). steve is his freelance artist hubby that doesn't know bucky works for shield, either. they're neighbors in clint's apartment building. so here! have steve finding out that quinn is soulmate! also let me shove my love for dragon age in here

As soon as Quinn opens the door and sees that it’s Steve on the other side, she slams it back in his face. “What’d I do?” Steve asks loudly because he doesn’t know she could hear him even if he whispered. She waits one whole minute before she slowly opens it back up, eyes narrowed at him. He holds up a plate of cinnamon rolls like he’s offering them up to appease her anger. She holds her glare a little bit more before she snatches the plate, turns around, and stomps away. She leaves the door open so that Steve knows he’s allowed inside.

“You told me I could be with anyone.” Quinn picks up the white video game case with a massive dragon on the front, red with some splotches of blood, body transparent so a person can see a few characters inside. It’s branded with the title Dragon Age: Origins. “I’ve tried and tried, but all Morrigan wants to be is friends!” Steve bursts out in a fit of laughter so loud and giddy that he clutches at his chest. She puts the case back on her coffee table, huffs, and angrily bites at a cinnamon roll, not caring that the icing will make her fingers all sticky.

“Sorry,” he breathes out when he’s done being a little shit. “I forgot that Alistair and Morrigan are straight.” He uses air quotes on that last word. He must think that it’s bullshit, too. “Also, in my defense, I honestly didn’t think that you’d be interested in a romance with her.”

“Why in the blue hell would you think that?”

“You seem like the kind of person that likes them soft and sweet like Alistair or Leliana. Morrigan is…a little mean and prickly at the start and you have to really work to be her friend let alone romance her as a male warden,” he explains carefully. “I didn’t think she was your type.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Oh, yeah, a pretty lady that can be mean and put me in my place. Real turn off there. Do you know how she reacts when you give her the mirror? Steve, she’s adorable.” Quinn almost cried, this little fictional character was so cute and awkward. Quinn sighs in defeat before she admits, “Alistair was my second choice.”

“If you had a gaming computer, there are things called mods where you can alter the gameplay. So, you could romance Morrigan as a female warden.” She hadn’t noticed that, under his plate, he had a stack of mail in hand, too. “Clint was downstairs and told me to tell you politely to, and I quote, quit sitting around playing games all day and get your fucking mail. The mailman can’t fit much more in your box.”

“Oops.” She blushes and meekly takes the mail. The topmost letter is from the Social Security Administration. “Oh. I think this is my Social Security card.” Phil had mentioned she’d be getting some important documents soon. She’s finally an official living person again with a Social Security card, updated birth certificate, state ID—the works. He raises a brow as she rips the letter open. “I lost a lot of stuff in the move between here and Kentucky.” It’s technically the truth. Steve simply doesn’t know that there were seven decades between the moves.

Steve’s in the middle of a sip of his coffee when she pulls out the Social Security card. “There. I’m official now,” she proudly declares and flashes him the card that has QUINN ESTHER HAYDEN printed across the front. She knows she’s supposed to keep it private, but she doubts Steve will try to steal her identity. “Well, I’m…back to being official,” she adds lamely, still going with her lie.

Quinn doesn’t expect Steve to suddenly choke on his drink and spit some of it out on the floor. She yelps and takes an automatic step back then rushes around the mess to pat him on the back. He jerks away from her reach, waving her off, and she leaves her arm hanging there, confused to hell and back. “I’m sorry!” Steve squeaks between coughs and clearing his throat. “I—it—wow! That went down the wrong way!”

“Do you need—”

“Nope! I am okay!” Quinn’s not so sure about that. His entire face is flushed and redder than a tomato. Also, he speaks in that loud way someone does when they’re nervous. “Just need my inhaler! I should—I have to work!” Then, he whirls around and barrels full steam ahead, but forgot he closed the door because he whacks right into it. Before she even has the chance to ask him if he’s okay because he’s clearly not, he leaves her apartment like a bat out of hell.

“Uh?” she says dumbly to the silence of her apartment.

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please ma’am may I have some trio fluff now? pretty pwease

It ain't much, but it's a lil' something to get back in the trio groove!

Quinn is dead on her feet when she stumbles inside the tent. From the whispers running around the basecamp, it was a rough time in the medical tent. It’s been twelve hours since he last saw her, almost twenty-four since she last slept.

When she crawls inside her sleeping bag, Bucky expects that to be the end of it. Lights out. Instead, she rolls on her back and stares up at the top of the tent.

“Are we going to live in Brooklyn or Kentucky when we go home?” Quinn asks quietly.

The tension slips away from Bucky’s shoulders. He can deal with this. If she doesn’t want to talk about what she saw in that tent, he’s not pushing it right now. “What do you want?”

Her brows furrow. Steve reaches over to rub the wrinkle between them which is what Bucky wanted to do himself. She’s thinking so hard about it and looks cute.

“If I let you pick where we live, I get to choose our kids’ names,” she finally decides.

Bucky feels a spike in the beat of his heart. They’ve never talked about something like this before. Steve’s face is so unbearably soft. He sprawls out next to her, putting his chin on her shoulder, curling that massive body toward her. “That doesn’t seem like an equal exchange,” Steve says with a shy smile.

“I’ll be pushing your fat-headed kids outta me. I should get to pick their name, shouldn’t I?”

Bucky flops down next to her, putting his hand over her belly. “You got this all figured out, huh? Who says we’re having kids? Maybe me and Steve are gonna run off and elope when we get home. Ever think about that?”

“Steve would look pretty in a dress,” she replies thoughtfully. “He’s definitely got the tits for it.”

Steve looks positively scandalized, only getting redder when Bucky and Quinn have a fit of quiet laughter. He rolls over on his back, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting. “I’m not doing shit with you assholes. I’ll run off to France and become a hotshot artist.”

“Fine with me.” Bucky leans in and kisses her cheek. “How many kiddos we havin’, baby doll?”

“Two, at least,” she answers. “I want one that looks like you, Buck. If Steve is amendable to staying with us then I want one that looks like him, too.”

Steve gets that dreamy look in his eyes. Bucky just giggles. “I don’t think you can control who they end up taking after, baby doll.”

“No matter how many we have, I want ‘em all to look like you,” Steve says to Quinn.

“No. You two are gonna make pretty babies, I know it. So, they’ll look like y’all and they can take after my personality.”

“Hell no,” Steve and Bucky reply immediately and at the exact same time.

Seventy years later, nearly ten hours of labor, two of delivery and his vibranium hand hanging on by a thread, and she’s got a baby pressed to her bare chest. Just as she’d been in that tent where they were all daydreaming about this day, she’s exhausted, but refuses to close her eyes.

“Ten more minutes,” Quinn slurs. “You can hold her after, I swear.”

At the foot of the bed, a nurse warmly reminds her, “Why don’t you try to get the baby to latch first, Doctor Hayden?”

“Right,” she agrees hoarsely.

Steve hasn’t stopped staring at the baby in awe, cupping her tiny head in his whole palm. Meanwhile, Bucky is kissing momma’s temple, so fucking thankful that he’s fit to burst. He wants to drop to his knees and weep along with his newborn baby. Fuck. Fuck, they finally did it. They made it.

“What a fucking set of lungs,” Steve whispers.

“Language, Captain Rogers,” the nurse scolds.

Bucky barks out a laugh. To Quinn, he says, “Don’t you worry about us schmucks, okay? Do what you gotta do. We’re here for the ride.” He smirks, but the effect might be lost with how teary-eyed he is. “And since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you pick the name even if you did pick where we settled down.”

Quinn’s head drops back against the pillow. “These nurses know better than to let you run wild.” She smiles, serene and so goddamn beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall more in love with her. “I said it once, I’ll say it again—if I’m pushing your baby outta me, I’m naming ‘em.”

“Anything the wife wants,” he whispers.

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damn periods are wild because you’ll be out here and then BAM you’re writing quinn getting dommed by a female OC the homie came up with

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I’m in some serious need for trio fluff. Make my ovaries hurt please.

ANON YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN MY ASK LIKE THIS AND NOT GIVE ME IDEAS 🗣️ MY OVARIES CRAVE IT TOO!!!

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ME NOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS DONE

me when this chapter is finally done

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movie chapters. they're nothing but exposition.

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I’M FERAL. I’M CRYING ACTUAL TEARS. I HAVE NO WORDS. THANK YOU SO MUCH @mooshkat

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me when this chapter is finally done

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I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.

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From the archives: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes on assignment, circa 1944

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I couldn't wait

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oh besties we're unpacking everyone's trauma in the aou chapter

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we’re up to 2.2k now

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me: aou sucks i'm just gonna write a little summary

me: [writes 1000 words of aou]

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