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beefromanoff · 6 months ago

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Tempting Fate Ch. 1

summary: a flashback to 1940's Brooklyn, 2022 Boston, and an introduction to our leading lady, Evie Langston.

author's note: OKAY GUYS, you asked for this! the post with my little drabble and idea for a Stucky x Reader fic got so much love that here I am. fair warning if you haven't read my other works (which you should) I LOVE to set a scene and I love a slow burn. I'll definitely get to the good parts earlier in this story than in my other two, but this is going to be spicy AND plot driven.

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Chapter 1

1940s, Brooklyn

The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and the scent of popcorn. Brightly colored banners flapped in the breeze as children ran around, and the mechanical whirring and dinging of carnival games echoed through the street. Among the bustling crowd, three friends stood out.

Ginny Langston was the center of attention, her auburn hair catching the light. She always was. Even at sixteen, her features were striking, catching stares from grown men passing by. Unbeknownst to Ginny, however, who only had eyes for her two best friends. Her stomach hurt from laughing so hard as she watched Steve Rogers attempt to win a prize at one of the booths. Their best friend, Bucky Barnes, stood beside her, a smirk on his face.

“Alright, Stevie, that was my last quarter.” He winked. “Try not to shit the bed again.”

“Bucky!” Ginny giggled, smacking his arm. “I believe in you, Stevie!”

Steve blushed, his determination clear. “I’ll get it right this time, just watch.” Eyes narrowed in concentration, he pinched the dart between his fingers and let it fly. With a loud pop the balloon on the other side of the booth burst, sending the trio into an eruption of cheers.

“Yay, Stevie!” She jumped down from her seat on the edge of the booth, bouncing over to Steve. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling his skin flush. “Can I pick? Oh, please let me pick!”

“Be my guest,” He gestured to the rack of stuffed animals, cheeks still pink from her embrace.

After selecting a floppy pink stuffed bunny, Ginny skipped over. Her eyes sparkled as she looked between the two boys. “How lucky am I,” she drawled playfully, “To have not one, but two handsome fellas to win me prizes?” To emphasize her point, she waggled the bunny and the stuffed bear Bucky had won by knocking down a tower of bottles with a baseball.

The boys shared a look as she linked one arm through each of theirs and led them further into the fair. The same understanding they’d had for the five years of their friendship passed between them. They both adored Ginny, but neither wanted to ruin the bond they had with her—or each other.

So, despite the chemistry, despite the daydreams…they resisted temptation. It worked well, their trio. Friendship before anything. The laughter and memories they shared didn’t seem to be possible with anyone else. If this was all they ever were to each other –– best friends –– none of them would mind. But that didn’t stop the occasional late night thought from creeping into one of their heads…wondering what would happen if that invisible line in the sand were ever crossed.

Fall Semester, 2022

Boston

The ballroom was a vision of opulence, adorned with glittering chandeliers and rich, velvety drapes. MIT’s alumni gala was in full swing, a celebration of the brightest minds and most generous benefactors. The room buzzed with conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the beats of a live jazz band. Alumni, staff, and donors alike mingled with current students. It was an exclusive event for students to be invited to, needing a recommendation from a professor to be added to the guest list. At one of the most prestigious schools in the country, the competition never stopped. Evie Langston had been thrilled when her invite arrived, especially considering she was only a sophomore. This event was typically reserved for upperclassmen and graduate students, with only a handful of younger students having received an invite ever.

She had been thrilled, but not surprised.

Since her arrival in Boston, she’d been making waves. Big, tsunami-esque waves.

For the child-prodigy community, she’d seemingly come out of nowhere. She graduated high school on time, not early. Her parents were insistent that she make the most of her high school experience, maintaining friendships, attending prom, walking with her classmates across the stage. They’d given her every opportunity to learn and grow, but not at the expense of her childhood. She’d gotten early acceptance to MIT as a freshman in high school after winning an engineering contest with such prestige that she was immediately contacted by a patent lawyer to protect her innovation. It was her first patent filed. She was 14 years old.

At MIT, Evie had quickly distinguished herself as one of the brightest minds on campus. Her freshman year, she had been part of a team that developed a revolutionary nanotechnology application for medical devices, leading to a paper published in a leading scientific journal. Her contribution was so significant that she was invited to speak at several conferences, which she politely declined, allowing an older member of the team to represent them. It wasn’t that she was opposed to speaking, it’s just that she felt like there were better uses of her time than kissing ass and galavanting around a room full of the most pompous, self-important assholes of all time. Her name was listed first on the publication, and that was enough of an ego stroke for her. Especially since it drove the rest of the all-male team absolutely insane.

Her sophomore year had only seen her rise higher. She had spearheaded a project that created a new type of lightweight, high-strength material, earning her a prestigious research grant and the attention of several major textile companies. Her professors often remarked on her uncanny ability to solve problems that stumped even the most seasoned researchers. She had an intuitive grasp of complex systems, a knack for seeing connections others missed, and a relentless drive that kept her working long after everyone else had called it a night. Plus, her ability to pivot between specialties like she was switching tabs on a browser was unheard of. She could go from artificial intelligence programming to biochemical engineering to robotics and not bat an eye.

Outside the classroom, she balanced her rigorous academic schedule with her job as a bartender. It was a role that seemed incongruous for someone of her intellect but was, in fact, a deliberate choice. It kept her grounded, connected to a world beyond equations, experiments, and giant fucking egos. It was there, in the bustling atmosphere of the bar, that she honed her people skills, learning how to read people, how to manage conflict, and how to charm even the most difficult customers. She loved being around her peers at MIT, the shared interest and the constant desire for progress, but she couldn’t stand their larger-than-life self image. Typically, she was opposed to sweeping generalities, but after a year and a half at this school, she felt it was a damn near foolproof hypothesis.

So, to the judgment of her classmates, she became a bartender. In an environment where everyone was either funded by the deep pockets of their families or a hefty scholarship, she was one of the few students who worked a job. Let alone such an unimpressive job. Ironically, the scorn of her peers made her love the job even more. The fact that they were losing grant money to a girl alone was enough to make most of them need to up their dosage, but a girl who spent her evenings serving up gin and tonics in a low cut tank top? Berzerk.

The best part? She didn’t even need the money.

Her parents were upper middle class, back in the midwest. Her dad was a partner at an accounting company and her mom had stayed home with her and her siblings. They’d spent summers on vacation, not the Hamptons or yacht-style vacations that some of her classmates had been raised on, but nice vacations nonetheless. They were more than comfortable. So when she’d sold her first patent in high school, her parents had put her earnings into a trust. One she could access when she was officially out of college. They’d had every intention of funding her education, but it was clear they’d never have to break out their checkbooks. She’d been offered a full ride to just about any school in the country.

There was only ever one option for her, though. The alma mater of the one and only Tony Stark. The Da Vinci of our time. The merchant of death. Iron Man. She’d wanted to be him since she was old enough to find his interviews on YouTube on the family computer. Much to her parents’ chagrin of course, who’d hoped their nine year old daughter would have found a more…palatable role model. It was he who inspired her love of engineering and innovation. It was he who taught her to be unapologetically confident. It was he who caused her to hang an MIT pennant on her wall and refuse to take it down. Even to this day, it hung above her espresso machine in her little apartment above the bar she worked at.

It was he who delivered the most kick-ass, jaw-dropping, profane keynote address earlier that day. She’d been front row for the whole thing, hanging on his every word. It was her intention to speak to him after the address, but he’d been swarmed by overzealous ass-kissers that she didn’t feel like wading through. She’d seen him up close, and that was good enough for her. It was enough to make her want to get back in the lap and continue her work on nanotechnology right that second, but she knew she couldn’t pass up the gala. Not when her professors had personally advocated for her invitation.

So, here she was. Evie stood near the edge of the room, her eyes scanning the crowd. She had dressed immaculately for the occasion, wearing a sleek, midnight blue cocktail dress that hugged her figure and highlighted her fiery red hair, which she’d styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back. Occasionally, a professor would usher some big-name investor over to her, making introductions and raving about her brilliance. So she would smile, put on her best impression of someone who gave a shit about their company and what their mission was, and charm her way through the rest of the conversation. At the end, she’d add their business card to the collection piling up in her purse, never to be looked at again.

There was only one job she was interested in taking after college, and if that wasn’t on the table, she’d start her own damn tech company.

She took a sip of her sparkling water, glancing around the room at the clusters of people deep in meaningless conversation. A commotion towards the middle of the room drew her attention. Her gaze landed on Tony Stark, who was making his way through the crowd with his usual effortless charm, evading those who wanted everything from a selfie to a donation to a job. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, a whiskey glass clutched in one hand and a cigar in the other, openly defying the no smoking rule.

Looking around, Tony spotted her, his eyes locking onto her bright red hair and striking features once again. With a roguish grin, he made his way over to her, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease and a dismissive attitude. As he approached, Evie straightened her posture, her heart pounding in her chest. No fucking way.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Tony said, his voice dripping with charm and mischief as he looked her up and down. She could have sworn she felt his eyes on her body like they were hands. “I couldn’t help but notice you earlier at the keynote. Front row, right?”

Evie nodded, a half-smile playing on her lips. “Good memory. It was an incredible speech, Mr. Stark. Truly inspiring.”

“Please, call me Tony,” he replied with a grin. “And might I say, you’re a breath of fresh air here with all these bad toupees and escapees from mom’s basement. The red hair, this dress—” He looked her over again. “Quite the combination. You certainly know how to make an impression.”

Evie smiled, meeting his flirtation with poise. “Why, thank you, Tony. I’ve always believed in standing out rather than blending in.”

“Well, you’re definitely standing out,” Tony said, his eyes lingering on her. “So! What’s a dazzling individual like yourself doing at a place like this? I’d imagine there are more lively places to spend your Friday night than this snoozefest.”

“They say this is the event to be at if you want to shake the right hands.” She offered a teasing smile.

“How’s that been going for you?”

“I’ve shaken a lot of hands tonight, but not the one I came here for.” A coy smile.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, assessing her. “Would I be living up to the egomaniac allegations if I assume you’re talking about me?”

“Yes, but you’d also be correct.”

He grinned, shifting his drink to his left hand and offering her his right. “Tony Stark, Owner of Stark Industries. Benefactor and celebrated alum of this fine institution. Patron of the arts. Not really, but it sounded like it fit.”

“Evie Langston,” Another small smile. “I’m a sophomore, studying engineering, but having a hard time narrowing down a specialty.”

“Engineering, huh? A woman after my own heart,” Tony said, clearly impressed. “Wait, Langston, Langston…you were the one who filed a patent for that new material. What do you call it?”

“Nanoflex.” Evie took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his.

“Nanoflex, right, that’s it. I tell you what, you’ve been giving a lot of my engineers hell these past few months.”

“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Unfortunately yes, it is so. I’ve had my whole team working on an alternative material for us to use in the manufacturing of combat suits and after months of research and resource allocation, and way more money than I should have funneled into it –– they’re still lightyears behind you.” He gave her a mock-irritated look. “And you, Evie Langston, hold the patent for the thing I’ve had the brightest minds in the industry working tirelessly on. To no avail or benefit to me.”

“Would you like me to apologize?”

“I’d like you to come work for me.” His voice was decisive. “Say the word, I’ll fire the whole lot of them and you can take the whole lab. Seriously, paint it pink, hang up a boy band poster, I don’t give a shit. I’ve gotta have you.”

She ignored the way her stomach flipped at his words. “Tempting…as that may be, I’d like to finish my education first.”

He leaned in closer. “Don’t tell me you’re really learning from these yahoos. When I was here I felt like I should take advantage of the office hours just to teach my professors a thing or two about their subject matter.”

Evie laughed. “It’s not so bad. I’ve always had a difficult time finding things that challenge me. This isn’t much different.” She waved a hand. “At least they can throw a party.”

“Oh, sweet Evie,” He scoffed. “Let me court you. Professionally, of course. Unless you’re open to other possibilities––kidding, I’m not kidding.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at his candor and casual demeanor. He was funnier in person than in the interviews she’d all but committed to memory. “Come to New York, I’ll send the jet for you, let me show you what we’re all about. I’ll show you a real laboratory, show you what could be yours. While we’re at it, I’ll show you a real party, too. Unless things have changed here, the parties could be confused for a lively wake.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, this is pretty much exactly the scenario I’ve been manifesting for the past decade, but what’s in this for you? Something tells me you don’t come here to recruit talent.”

“No, I come here because my delightful CEO, Ms. Pepper Potts, threatens to donate my vintage car collection to a museum if I don’t show up every year.” He shrugged, sipping his drink. “As for what’s in it for me, that’s easy. Either you find me delightfully charming and decide to remind me why smart girls are the freakiest in the sack, or you fall in love with the endless resources and free reign over innovation and decide to come work for me. Seems like a win-win situation.”

Evie grinned, sipping her drink to hide the flush in her cheeks. She wasn’t a stranger to being prepositioned, but by Tony Stark? The temptation knotted in her stomach and she was grateful she’d opted for sparkling water, rather than something that might impair her judgment further.

“Deal.”

“Deal?”

“Deal,” She laughed. “I’ll hear you out. After all, it’s a win-win, right?”

“Every bit as smart as you’re cracked up to be.” He gestured to her almost empty drink. “What are you drinking? Next round is on me.”

“I’m not drinking, actually.” She held the glass up. “Club soda.”

“Straight edge?”

“Wanted to keep a clear mind, you know, in case I met someone…important.” Evie smirked.

“What a shame.” He downed the rest of his drink. “Well, the drinks here blow anyways. You’d think with all the donor money, they’d be able to afford top shelf, but I guess not. You happen to know if that old bar on McClaren is still open?”

“It is very much open, at least it was when I finished my shift last night.” She grinned at his double take.

“Woah, woah. Wait. You’re telling me you hold a patent that many interested parties, myself included, would pay well into the seven-figure range for, and you’re moonlighting as a bartender?”

“Something like that.”

“You are full of surprises, Ms. Langston.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Mr. Stark.”

“Well, forgive me for being so forward, but if I stay at this party one more minute then I’m at severe risk of becoming clinically depressed and doing something destructive.” He held his arm out. “Care to join me for an after party, hopefully with fewer sticks-in-asses?”

“Lead the way.” She took his arm and followed him towards the side door, fully aware of what people would say when they saw the pretty redhead leaving on the arm of the womanizing billionaire.

Let them talk.

Leaving with Tony Stark turned into one of the best decisions of her college career. His driver, a man aptly named Happy, was waiting for them outside. They’d made the short drive across town to The Bostonian, or The Bos, as the locals so affectionately called it. The champagne they’d drank on the way over probably cost more than the whole stock of liquor at the bar. When they arrived at the curb, Happy had rushed around to open the door for them. Downing the rest of the glass, Evie savored the feeling of warmth bubbling up in her stomach as she strode through the oh-so-familiar doors, Tony right behind her.

When she walked in, she saw her best friend, Jade, right in the thick of the Friday evening rush. Flirting with a customer as she popped the lids off of two beers for another, she was a natural. The kind of bartender that every regular had a crush on. Her attention flicked to the door, where she clocked Evie and Tony right behind her. Recognition, confusion, then excitement all flashed across her face.

“What’s up, E!” She yelled over the clamor. A handful of regulars turned their attention to her, whistling at her evening attire. It was a far cry from the jeans and tank top she usually wore, but judging from the tips she made, no one was complaining about her standard uniform.

As they strode further into the bar, all attention turned from Evie to Tony. A slow chant of “Iron Man! Iron Man!” broke out around the crowded room, with Tony not even trying to look modest. After a few moments, he raised his hands in the air to quiet everyone down.

“Alright, alright, I know you all probably think that if you flatter me, I’ll whip out my card and buy a round of shots for everyone,” He gave a disapproving look around the room, then reached in his lapel pocket. “...and I will.”

The room erupted into thunderous cheering, with the Iron Man chant coming back in full swing. Tony put his hand on Evie’s lower back, guiding her through the chaos to the bar. Two regulars immediately vacated their seats, clapping Tony on the back.

Jade put two shot glasses down in front of them, leaning over the bar to give a generous view down her shirt. She was the one who’d taught Evie that if she wanted to make double the tips, leave the bra at home. It seemed that tonight was a night she wanted to make double the tips.

“Now, Mr. Stark, with all bar-wide orders, there is a mandatory fifty percent tip included for the bartender.” She winked, sliding his glass across the table.

“Only fifty?” He made a face, downed the shot with zero reaction, and met her gaze again. “You can have whatever tip you want, and that’s not limited to just cash.”

She smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Evie rolled her eyes, grinning at Jade’s shameless flirting before downing her own shot. She sucked the lime to take the edge off, but her eyes still watered.

“Alright kiddo, this is what happens when you roll with me.” Tony squeezed her shoulder before signaling for another round. “Consider this the beginning of your official Stark industries recruitment period.”

______

The next morning, Evie met Jade for their usual Saturday morning walk to their favorite coffee shop. When Evie took the job at The Bos, Jade had been a welcome bonus. She wasn’t a student at MIT, despite being pretty smart. She’d grown up incredibly wealthy, definitely the Hamptons and yacht type. Her family had pushed her toward Ivy League education, toward the path of marrying whichever eligible bachelor was best suited to take over her father’s hedge fund one day. She told her family she was attending Harvard, faked a transcript whenever she needed to, and blamed her lack of contact on how inundated with her studies she was. Evie had asked her once what she planned to do in two years when her family expected to attend her graduation, and she’d simply shrugged and said she’d figure it out.

She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to everyone who took themselves way too fucking seriously. Having Harvard and MIT in the same city often felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the atmosphere, being stored up in the massive heads of all those that studied there.

The walk was later than usual, with the sun already high in the sky. Last night’s escapades had stretched well into the night, with Evie ultimately thankful they’d been at the bar she lived above, as she stumbled up the steps at an unholy hour. When she’d woken up this morning, her head was pounding and she was still in her cocktail dress. Even now, in her crewneck and sweatshorts, she could feel the ghost of the corset’s boning pressing into her.

Evie yawned, stretching her arms above her head as they walked. "I can't believe how late we stayed out. My head is still spinning."

Jade grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yeah, but it was worth it. I haven't had that much fun in ages. Tony Stark sure knows how to liven up a place."

Evie laughed, shaking her head. "He's definitely a character. Ordering shots for the entire bar? He definitely lived up to his reputation."

“Oh, he absolutely did.” Jade winked and looped her arm through Evie’s as they walked.

Evie raised an eyebrow. "Did I miss something when I went up to bed?"

Her grin widened. "Let's just say, Tony Stark is very generous in more ways than one."

"Jade, you did not!" She burst out laughing, shaking her head.

Jade shrugged, looking pleased with herself. "Hey, a girl’s gotta eat."

“I saw the tip jar before we even sat down, you’re not in danger of starving anytime soon.”

“Hey, he said I could have whatever tip I wanted.” She bumped Evie’s hip with her own. “I just happened to want a big one.”

“Jesus Christ, Jade,” She pretended to cover her ears. “At least wait until I’m not fucking hungover and nauseous.”

“Fine, get your little foo-foo croissant, but then I’m sparing no details.”

They reached the coffee shop and ordered their usuals, then found a quiet spot outside to sit and enjoy their drinks.

Evie took a sip of her coffee, feeling life slowly coming back to her, even as Jade told a story so salacious she felt slightly guilty for listening to it in the daylight. "Well, I’m glad you had a good time. It sounds like he exceeded expectations."

“You could say that,” Jade took a bite of Evie’s croissant. “It doesn’t hurt that my father absolutely despises him. Not that he’ll ever know, of course, but it made my night that much more enjoyable.”

Shaking her head, Evie took the pastry back. “Daddy’s little law student, hard at work.”

“Something like that. Anywho, why don’t you tell me why the hell you showed up at the bar with Tony Stark in the first place?”

“Well, we met at the gala, we chatted, long story short –– he offered me a job.”

Jade nearly choked on her coffee. "What? Are you serious?"

Evie grinned. "Yeah, he was familiar with my work on Nanoflex and offered me a job on the spot. I said I preferred to finish school first, but he told me to consider my Stark Industries recruitment to have officially begun."

Jade's jaw dropped. "Evie, that’s amazing! But wait, why the hell wouldn’t you go now? Don’t tell me that piece of paper really means that much to you. You’re basically already a bazillionaire, you don’t need to pander for funding like the rest of those assholes do.”

Evie chuckled. "I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to rush things. No, I don’t really need the degree, I suppose. I know my parents will be so excited to come up for a graduation, to tell their friends their daughter graduated from MIT, blah blah blah. They’ve always been so pro-living life. If I drop out of college to go to work, even at my dream job, my mom will lose so much sleep thinking I’m chained to a desk slaving away for the rest of time. Plus, everything I made before I was eighteen is in a trust I can only access if I actually graduate. So, here I am.” She elbowed Jade. “Plus, is it really so bad to keep slinging drinks with you for another two years?”

“No, no it is not.” Jade raised her coffee cup. “To Evie Langston, genius, future Stark Industries standout, mediocre bartender, and the best wingwoman a girl could ask for.”

Evie raised her coffee cup, laughing.

“I swear, Eves, no one is better at getting what they want than you. I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you’re practicing, but I want in.”

“I’ll bring my spellbook to the bar tonight.” She winked.

Present Day

Evie stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the collar of her blazer. Her vibrant red hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, the kind that gave you a splitting headache by lunchtime. Knowing she’d regret it later, she doubled down on her chosen hairstyle, knowing it accentuated her cheekbones. Yet another gift bestowed upon her through the gene pool, along with her green eyes, now sparkling with anticipation. Today was the day she’d start her new job at Stark Industries. Today was the day that years –– decades of her hard work would come to fruition.

All the years being ahead in school, seeking a challenge and never quite finding it. Years of boredom and near stifling education, causing her to get into some trouble. MIT had pushed her just enough to keep her mind occupied, and once she’d officially received her offer from Stark Industries during her sophomore year, the rest of her education had been a formality leading up to this moment.

Now –– just as he’d promised two years ago, there was a job waiting for her after graduation. She’d walked in her ceremony just a week prior, insisting on starting her job right away. The only reason she’d allowed a week in between was to fly home and humor her mother with an over the top graduation party, and then settle into this new apartment just two blocks away from Stark Tower. It was still somewhat sparse, not quite lived-in. The problem with luxury apartments is that they always felt too clinical, too impersonal. A little part of her felt nostalgic for the little apartment she’d lived in above the bar back in Boston, the owner of The Bos giving her a break in rent since she bartended part time. It was small, cramped, and always had a lingering liquor smell wafting up through the floor, but it was the first place she’d lived in on her own. This new apartment was about ten times the size of that little shoebox, but lacked the charm. She was somewhat new to the level of income she’d found herself bringing in, between the numerous patents she’d sold and the consulting gigs she’d taken throughout college, and finally having access to her trust now that her degree was finalized. Plus, with the Stark Industries salary, she was bringing in more money than she knew what to do with. She made a mental note to hire an interior designer and pick up an extra large coffee on her way to the office.

Meandering around the room, she put gold hoops in her ears, pulled her purse onto her shoulder, and slid her laptop into her bag. Behind her, the phone buzzed on her nightstand. She picked it up, a smirk forming as she read the message from Tony Stark.

Ready to knock their socks off, Red? Just remember, no blowing up the lab on your first day.

Evie typed back quickly, grinning. No promises, Stark. Hope your insurance is comprehensive.

She took a deep breath, giving herself a final once-over. With a confident smile, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. As she locked up, she tried her best not to smile like an idiot.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 7 months ago

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‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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incorrect-marvel-because-why-not · 6 months ago

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1940's/pre-serum stucky if being gay wasn't illegal

Steve: This date is boring! Bucky: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Steve: Then why did you invite me? Bucky: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Buck I'll do whatever I want!

#marvel #marvel mcu #incorrect quotes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steven grant rogers #james buchanan barnes #steve x bucky #pre serum stucky #40s stucky

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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You can ring my bell

AN: this is what happens when you see a headcanon on tumblr, share with the group and then get affectionately badgered into writing it…it’s just silly.

Thanks to my cheer-reader @lavenderbuckyy, my beta @alwaysabrighterdarkness and @gay-jewish-bucky for the inspo

This fic also covers the September Adoptable for Stucky Bingo round 5 - “You look so pretty like this.” in place of square G2 on my card (sorry Ice Skater AU) @stuckybingo

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master list | Stucky Bingo Master list

Summary: Steve has a Pavlovian response to seeing Bucky tie his hair up.

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: Crack fic, Post EG AU where everyone lived, no-one died and nothing hurts, Horny super boyfriends, Tony is done, implied sexy times, everywhere, they are an HR nightmare, referenced 1940’s homophobia, brief references to Hydra control, Bucky is a little shit, Steve is so gone on Bucky, Nat knows what’s up (when does she not?)

It wasn’t hard for anyone to notice, now that the final battle against Thanos had been won and the world was getting slowly back onto an even keel, how happy Bucky and Steve were.

Neither of them could believe that they got to live openly together now and with Bucky being (mostly) recovered they were taking advantage of it whenever and wherever they could.

Loudly.

Often.

Sometimes in places around the compound they really shouldn’t.

Tony had mentioned, in one of his dressings-down to the two of them, that he was starting to think that Sexual Harassment training had been invented because of horny supersoldiers. Apparently now there were ‘things he couldn’t un-see’… Which is why, he said, pink-faced, that whenever the two semi-stable centenarians weren’t in the privacy of their own rooms he had FRIDAY discreetly keep track of their vitals, and block others entering the area Steve and Bucky were in if their life signs… elevated. Tony also announced that he’d given the cleaning staff a raise. Bucky and Steve should have, in theory, been sorry, but they weren’t. Bucky still remembers how he and Steve had just looked at each other and started giggling, much to Tony’s disgust.

Even when they were keeping it “safe for work”, they were still always touching each other. A hip-pat here, a shoulder clap there. The odd, chaste kiss to the other one's cheek. Movie and game nights were more ‘R rated’, with kissing, cuddling and canoodling. More than once the pair had an empty soda can or cushion thrown at them by one of the others, accompanied by jovial shouts of “Get a room!”.

Bucky normally flipped whoever it was his middle finger while still making out with Steve and grinding down on his lap. He was enjoying being with his man and couldn’t care less about who knew it. He also didn’t remember the last time he and Steve had seen a group movie all the way through. Normally one or other of them got too wound up and ended dragging the other back to the privacy of their own apartment.

Bucky had heard some of the others talking, debating who was the bad influence on who out of him and Steve. Ha! Nat was the one to point out that the two of them were as bad as each other. As usual, she wasn’t wrong.

Bucky couldn’t resist Steve when he was trying to concentrate on something, his stoic mask on his face as he tried to be serious. Bucky always wanted to do something - anything - to bring a smile back to Steve’s features. And Steve couldn’t get enough of Bucky, apparently. Steve was a morning person and Bucky was a night owl, something that dated back to the late 1930’s and hadn’t changed over the intervening years. And while Bucky did love his lie-ins, he was never, ever, gonna get upset if Steve woke him up with blowjob, or more.

However, now that they had the opportunity to fully indulge themselves without looking over their shoulders, it didn’t take Bucky long to figure something out about Steve and his sex drive. Apart from the obvious that is.

Steve had always been ‘hot to trot’, even when he’d been only one hundred pounds and Bucky could tuck him under his arm if he became too uppity. That hadn’t changed post-serum, other than the fact that he, and now Bucky, had a near zero refractory period. No, what Bucky noticed was something different, but just as fun, and was something they would have never discovered back in the day.

Bucky had decided to keep the long hair that he’d grown-out in Wakanda. He’d always liked caring for and styling his hair, even back in the 40’s, but there was something so indulgent about having hair that floated around his shoulders by choice. The ritual of washing, conditioning, detangling and drying his hair helped him to relax and if he was having a bad day, just having Steve brush it for him helped immensely.

However, long loose hair, no matter how sexy it looked in movies and pornography, just wasn’t practical for sex. Especially super-serum enhanced marathon sex. This meant that whenever he and Steve were getting hot and heavy - hands roaming, clothes loosening - if Bucky’s hair was down, he’d immediately slip the hair tie from his wrist and put his hair up. His go-to was normally a loose bun, but Steve was very fond of a ponytail. For reasons. The tying up of Bucky’s hair signalled to Steve that things were getting serious in the best way, and after that point their activities got a lot more ‘Rated -E’.

What Bucky noticed though, was something that happened one day when they weren’t already at first or second base. Steve was sitting on the sofa, reading through a book on art history. Bucky had been over in the gym, and with his adrenaline high was feeling horny. He’d returned, had a quick shower and then, as he walked out into the lounge, made sure to catch Steve’s eye and then, very pointedly, tie his hair up. For good measure, he’d licked his lower lip too.

The effect was almost instant. Not-so-little-Stevie made his presence known, straining against Steve’s grey sweatpants before Bucky had even made it into the space between Steve’s legs. By the time Bucky’s knees hit the carpet, Steve’s cock was at full mast, ready for whatever was about to happen. Bucky didn’t think much of it at the time - he was rather… busy - but it was an amusing observation all the same.

A few days later though it happened again and Bucky wasn’t even trying to be tantalising. Steve was in their small kitchen, starting the preparations for dinner, and because most of Steve’s culinary skills were linked to either boiling or over-boiling things, Bucky decided for the sake of his stomach to help out. He stepped up beside Steve, and tied up his hair so it didn’t get in his face. Steve immediately pulled him in for a rough, needy kiss before uttering “You look so pretty like this” and dropping to his knees, hands grabbing at the tie on Bucky’s sweatpants. They ordered take-out that night instead.

However, the first time that Bucky really put two and two together was in the most innocuous of places - the conference room. Tony was talking through the plan for the upcoming mission, in the long winded way only Tony could. The room was stuffy and Bucky was starting to feel a bit warm, so he pulled a hair tie from the pocket of his pants, and looped his hair up. From the corner of his eye he saw Steve shift. That in itself wasn’t an indication of anything, but a few minutes later Steve shifted again. Then uncrossed and recrossed his legs. Then he coughed. Or rather, as Bucky noticed, he let out a small groan that he covered with a cough.

Bucky turned his head, an inquisitive look of boyfriendly concern on his face, but when he saw what the problem was he thanked god for his poker face, because Steve was sporting a grade-A, top tier boner. It was obscene even though it was still fully covered by Steve’s pants. Bucky wished it weren’t.

His own dick twitched, and he had to employ all of his old training to stay calm and collected. However, he wouldn’t be James Buchanan Barnes, Little Shit Extraordinaire, if he didn’t take advantage of the situation.

Bucky moved his chair so that he was facing Steve more, but still able to view Tony’s presentation. Then, oh-so-slowly, he slipped off his shoe and stretched his leg out under the table. Steve twitched in his seat as Bucky’s foot met the back of his calf and his eyes were firmly riveted forward indicating to a very amused Bucky that he was desperately trying to keep his composure. Steve’s brow furrowed and his neck started to flush a delicious shade of pink as Bucky’s foot slid up, and up, and then round. He curled his toes over the top of Steve’s cock, trying not to smirk as Steve coughed again.

As Tony droned on, Bucky kept rocking his foot back and forth, and toying with a lock of his hair, coquettishly. He wasn’t looking directly at Steve, but could feel the heated glances flashed his way, and by the time the meeting came to a close he was finding it difficult to hold back a grin. When the others stood up and started to file out, Bucky removed his foot, grabbed the case file that was in front of him, opened it and pulled his chair up close to Steve’s.

“Steve, I think we should go through our part of the plan. Make sure we’re 100 percent in sync.” Bucky pointedly ignored the knowing eyebrow Nat raised at him as she strolled out.

“Good idea, Buck.” Steve’s voice was sinfully low and rough, and Bucky knew this was going to be good. Hooray for lube packets that could be as easily stashed as knives…

Five minutes later FRIDAY put the conference room into lockdown and deposited a bonus in the cleaning staff's accounts.

From then on, Bucky had to think very carefully before he put his hair up. It wouldn’t do for Steve to be getting a boner in the middle of a battle, but afterward, in the jet? Well that was another thing altogether, even if Tony did chew them both out afterwards.

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#stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #late writes #crack fic #stucky bingo #steve x bucky

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Otpcutie’s Bucky Barnes Bingo Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesbingo fills, for round five.

A/N: I got a bingo this round and filled 16 squares!!

1. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 3: Buck-Buck Arrives (M, 12k) | Square: Y4, Tony Stark/Iron Man

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Daddy’s Little Honey Bear, Chapter 4: Steve's Best Guy (M, 12k) | Square: K4, protectiveness

Summary (Stony/Stucky): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Chapter Summary: Bucky comes home and the little space shenanigans continue.

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Honey, I’m Home! (E, 2.4k) | Square: Y1, “Tell me.”

Summary (Stucky): Steve plays housewife.

Contains: 1940s, cooking as a love language, housewife kink, fluff, panties, D/s, Daddy Bucky, praise kink, teasing (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Square: K2, kink: feminisation

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Square: K5, hindsight

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Square: Y3, first kiss

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Square: C3, free space

Summary (Stony/Winterspider): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

8. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Square: U2, body swap/sharing

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Square: C5, without fear

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky sets out to make Steve jealous.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Square: B5, photo of younger Bucky

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Links: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Square: C2, photo of Winter Soldier Bucky

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Links: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Square: U4, kink: aftercare

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker [moodboard] | Square: Y3, baker Bucky

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

14. Pop! Beefy Bucky [fanart] | Square: Y2, a photo of Bucky in CA:CW wearing his red henley

Contains: Beefy Bucky, pop! vinyl art style, funko pop! (My own version), Captain America: Civil War, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

Link: Tumblr | AO3

15. All In, Chapter 2: Vulnerability (E, 3.6k) | Square: B3, hurt/comfort

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Bucky opens Steve’s eyes and confessions are made on both parts.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

16. All In, Chapter 3: ‘Til The End Of The Line (E, 5.9k) | Square: C1, kink: spanking

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Chapter summary: Things heat up and of course, the fluff continues.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

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