#bucky barnes multichapter

[delaber]

@playboystark haha is it weird I’m a bit happy you got worried there for a second? 😂 I loved writing this and I love that you enjoyed Tony as a father figure as much as I did haha. Thank you so much, love ❤️❤️

Bigger Than Us (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky made a pact ages ago; if either of you is ever caught by Hydra, the other person shoots to kill. Bucky is sure that he will never be put in that position, that he will always be able to protect you - until suddenly, he can’t.

Warnings: heavy angst (with a happy ending), major character death (well, not really, but you catch my drift), mentions of blood, description of fighting, reader is getting shot, loads of feelings on Bucky’s behalf.

Words: 4.6K

Notes: thank you all for your support! And thanks to @elemenhoepe for giving me the idea for this fic and to @natbarnes1917 for being my partner in crime and wingman.

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Please do it baby. Do it baby. Thank you.

Your last words has played on repeat in Bucky's mind ever since he woke up. Has it been days? Weeks? Mere hours? He isn't sure. There aren't any windows in the cell he's been thrown in but he really doesn't care about the hours that have passed. No amount of time can fix what he's done.

He is constantly drifting in and out of sleep, nightmares worse than ever before clawing their way through his skin, etching themselves into his brain, waking him up bathed in sweat and tears as he mournfully howls your name into the echoing walls of the empty room.

In the brief moments he is fully awake, he is chaotically shifting between crying for his lost love, retching in the corner because of what he's done, and angrily punching the walls until his knuckles are sprained and bleeding, yelling incoherently in frustration over the promise he'd hoped he'd never have to keep.

It should've been him! He should've protected you!

He can still smell the cool, dusty metal against his face as he'd taken aim and pulled the trigger. Can still feel the heavy recoil of the gun against his shoulder. Taste the panic each time thinks of you. Your beautiful eyes. Your radiating smile. Your last words.

Do it baby. Baby. Baby. Do it.

Fuck, he is throwing up again now.

Pathetically sobbing in the corner with his head inside a metal bucket gasping for air as he pukes out his insides, Bucky faintly hears the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the cell from the echoing hallway outside. While dry heaving with his hands on his knees, he listens as a long password is being pressed to the keypad outside the cell before the handle is pushed down and the door swings open with clanging hinges.

At first, it looks as if the door has opened by itself but then Steve appears in the doorframe, his muscles tense, his face curled up in a sombre grimace. He looks apprehensive - frightened even, his face white as a sheet, his hands balled to fists by his side.

Bucky knows he shouldn't be feeling disappointed by the alarmed and broken look on Steve's face, but he already knows what his best friend is afraid of. Why Natasha choked him until he blacked out. Why his friends have thrown him in the maximum security cell beneath the compound instead of just locking him inside his room.

They are afraid that he is back - the soldier.

"Stevie," Bucky croaks from his vulnerable position on the floor with his head still half-way down in the bucket. His throat is thick and painful, his voice weak, and he hopes the soft nickname will be enough to convince his best friend that the winter soldier can't be blamed for this. That he, Bucky, takes full responsibility for his own terrible actions - no matter how insane that sounds.

At the whispered nickname, Steve breathes a quiet sigh of relief and the terrified look in his eyes immediately disappears. Small patches of colour spring forwards on his cheeks as he relaxes his shoulders and uncurls his fingers. He lets out an audible gulp, steps inside the room, and sits down on the squeaking mattress with his fist pulled to his lips. His entire body is slumping as his gaze carefully darts over to Bucky in the corner. They stare at each other for a few seconds, both unsure of what to say until Steve finally breaks the silence by letting out a heavy sigh.

"Goddamnit Bucky..." he rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger while an emotional flush spreads up his throat and neck as he breathes hard and finally looks away. "We need to talk..."

Silently, Bucky nods and carefully shuffles to his feet, scared of the conversation he is about to have. His gaze is glued to Steve as he sits down on the bed next to him with a shiver running up his spine. He is desperately trying to ignore the burning sensation of stomach acid in his esophagus but it is quickly spreading to his limbs and suddenly, and without warning, his entire body is painfully aflame again, the bandaged wound on his thigh throbbing worse than ever before, the guilt weighing down on every thought running through his mind. Oh God, he wants to throw up again.

"Do you remember what happened?" Steve asks him quietly.

Bucky whimpers softly with a painful nod and does his best to hold the stomach acid at bay. "Yes," he croaks and feels how his throat burns at the single word.

Steve turns his face towards the ceiling and screws his eyes shut, pinches the bridge of his nose while breathing heavily. "I need to know who took the shot," he mumbles almost inaudibly, clearly afraid of hearing the answer. "- you or... him?"

Bucky breathes hard, tries to swallow the lump that has been sitting uncomfortably in his throat since he'd pulled the trigger. "...I - I did," he whispers and once again holds down the angry rush of stomach acid that is threatening to spill over his tongue. It pains him to even say it out loud.

"You did..." Steve repeats lifelessly without moving at all. He is still rubbing his eyes, thinking about what to do now, not sure what answer he was hoping for in the first place. "Buck..." he eventually mumbles with his face still turned towards the ceiling. "I've known you all my life. I know you don't misfire... So what the hell was that?"

"I - I had to..." Bucky croaks while the memory of your limp body invades his mind again. He is fighting hard to keep his breathing under control so he can explain fully but every ragged syllable feels stunted against the roof of his mouth. "...I made a promise," he eventually manages to fight out and feels how the atmosphere between him and Steve changes in time with the confession.

Steve's eyes finally open and meets Bucky's in nonplussed confusion. With furrowed brows his face slowly shifts to mild shock as the grey-blue irises dance over Bucky's face, checking to see if he is lying or really telling the truth. "Wha...- You did what?"

"Steve... I - I couldn't let them take her," Bucky whispers and has no control of how his voice breaks at the very last syllable. He wishes Steve would stop looking at him like that. He just wants him to understand. "She... she asked me to."

Steve's body freezes again, his leg stops bouncing, his chest stills mid-breath. "What are you saying?" he asks in confusion, "she asked you to shoot her?"

Bucky nods with a small sniffle, looks away from his best friend. "We - uh - we made a pact... We promised that we would kill -" he gulps and feels how the warm tears gather in the corners of his eyes, "- each other before ever getting captured by Hydra... I couldn't let her live through the torture. I couldn't let her suffer like I've suffered. She - she would've done the same for me. I hope."

Steve's eyelids are out of control. Shocked, he blinks multiple times. His mouth is slightly agape as he tries to comprehend Bucky's words, his lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, but after a few seconds, he finally manages to stammer out a whispered "...what?" as if his brain is not able to move past the pact of the terrible coup de grâce.

"You don't — you don't know what it's like, Steve..." Bucky breathes, tries his best to look his best friend in the eye so he knows he is telling the truth, "- and I pray you never find out. Just trust me when I say that no one should go through that hell. I remember all too vividly what it's like being in that chair. To have needles in your brain and foreign chemicals running through your veins. You try to fight it - you really, really try - but the pain is just too much so you have to let go... and when you wake up, you're not you anymore. You are what they say you are. If they ask you to jump you don't even ask how high. You just... jump. It's the worst kind of hell you could imagine. I couldn't let them do that to her. I tried to save her, Stevie, I tried my best," he cries and buries his face in his hands, "- but I couldn't."

"...So you shot her," Steve concludes quietly and stares at Bucky.

His eyes still wide with terror as he rubs the stubble on his chin and finally reaches out to put a heavy hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Shit..." he says as his warm fingers gently rub over the scar where metal meets flesh.  "I'm sorry."

"I - I wish there'd been another way," Bucky's windpipe is getting more and more constricted, the lump in his throat growing bigger and bigger. "Every time I replay it in my mind, I'm hoping for a different outcome. That I run a little faster. That my bullets actually penetrate something. That I split apart that fucking helicopter! But it always ends the same..." he chokes, presses his fingertips to his eyes as he struggles to breathe through the deep sobs that are pulled deep from his burning lungs. "I always end up killing her."

"Buck..." Steve whispers, trying to get his voice through to Bucky in between his loud, painful gasps for air. "You - you didn't kill her..." he breathes as he searches Bucky for a reaction. Any kind of reaction. But Bucky is completely frozen. He just stares at Steve. "Buck, she didn't die..."

Bucky's heart stops beating.

He'd shot you. In the head. He'd watched the blood spill and spread underneath you. The horrible image of your limp body in Steve's arms had been fuel for his nightmares, and now Steve is telling him that you haven't died?

"...s-she w-what?" Bucky manages to stammer after a few panicked seconds that to him feels like an eternity.

"Buck, she's alive," Steve looks at him with piercing eyes. His face is unreadable but Bucky can tell that he's confronting him with the truth.

He feels how his tongue swells in his mouth, how his eyeballs expand and press in on his skull. A tingling sensation in all his limbs appears as the blood quickly drains from his face. Did he... did he misfire? Have you been suffering because of him? Fuck! He starts sweating profusely, his heart is jumping out of his throat. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "But I shot her," he breathes and feels how ice cold sweat viscously trickle down his already frozen spine as he memorises how the bullet hit you. "I - I shot her in the head..."

"I know," Steve nods in a choked up-voice, "they - uh - they operated on her for thirty-six hours... It was touch and go for a while," he breathes and lets a single tear spill for the first time since he'd stepped inside Bucky's cell, "- but she pulled through. The bullet exited right above her ear," Steve breathes hard and points to an area behind his temple. "Didn't even graze the brainstem... By some miracle, she's stable. No permanent injuries it seems."

It takes Bucky a second to hear what Steve is telling him. He cannot believe this. "...She's stable?" he repeats slowly, not fully comprehending what is going on. "Is she - is she awake?"

"She sleeps a lot but she's still with us," Steve nods and comfortably presses his fingers down on Bucky's shoulder.

By Steve's comforting touch, Bucky finally feels a warm wave of relief wash over him like a weighted blanket wrapping itself around his shaking body, telling him that he can relax now. You'd pulled through. "She's alive," he whispers and immediately breaks down crying into his hands. "She's alive," he repeats through the sobs and turns his head up to meet Steve's gaze, desperate to know what he's been missing out on. "Does she know what happened? Does she remember anything at all?"

"I don't know... but she - uh - she asked about you," Steve breathes through the heavy tears falling from his eyes. "First thing she said actually. Your name."

"My name..." Bucky chuckles quietly in relief, the calming sense of comfort so good that it is hard to believe it's true. "Can I - can I see her?" he sniffles quietly. He wants nothing more than to hold you again. He's desperate for it.

Steve hesitates for a long second, bites his inner cheek while searching Bucky's face, clearly choosing his next words carefully. "Truth be told Buck-" he eventually sighs softly, "- I'm not sure... Tony's not much for it. Nat neither. They think you short-circuited and let the Winter Soldier take the wheel..." he looks down towards his hands, and awkwardly continues with a mumble, "- they - uh - they've been trying to convince us to put you back into cryo sleep. Sam's distracting them as we speak. They don't even know I'm down here."

Bucky ignores the uncomfortable clench of his stomach that once again appears at the disappointment of his friends not trusting him. "Let me explain it to them then," he says quietly and pushes the stomach ache away, "- and if she's awake, she can confirm everything I just told you. Just let me see her."

"Buck, she's not ready for that yet," Steve shakes his head. "Maybe in a few days' time but I think you should stay down here meanwhile. I'm sorry."

"Please, Steve, I have to see her," Bucky pleads, runs his hand through his hair in quiet desperation. "I have to talk to her," he says with a sigh and lets his hands drop down to his lap. "-you don't know what I've been through down here..."

With a gulp, Steve's gaze skirts down towards Bucky's bleeding knuckles and he quickly realises that Bucky has been through an even worse nightmare than he has.

Slowly, his gaze comes back up. His eyes are huge and round, torn between his two choices, but eventually, he nods. "Alright," he sighs quietly with his palms pressed together in a praying-motion in his lap, "but you should let me do the talking. You know how Tony is..."

With a hefty breath, Bucky nods resolutely, runs his fingers through his hair again, and with heavy footsteps follows Steve out the shabby cell, through the slightly musty cellar and into the elevator that takes them to the medical ward several floors up.

As soon as the doors slide open, the distinct smell of pungent citrus cleaner and metallic tang of stainless stell hits Bucky like a fist to the face, and if he wasn't so intent on seeing you again, he's sure he would've thrown up on the spot.

"It's down here," Steve urges Bucky to follow him down the empty corridor to the IC unit.

The terrifying sound of beeping machines is continuously coming nearer and nearer, and even though Bucky knows it means that the person it's hooked up to is still alive, all it does is remind him of the horrors he's put you through to make you have to receive life support. Suddenly, it feels as if he’s walking to the gallows the way his stomach is acting up again. His insides are pressing and squeezing in dreaded anticipation of seeing which state you are in, not sure what to prepare himself for. What if you don't remember him? Don't want to remember him? Shit, he's so nervous! He's not sure he'll survive another heartbreak!

He follows Steve to a brightly-lit room full of worried gazes and various machines. Natasha, Stark, and Sam are all facing towards the middle of the room where you are lying in the middle of a halo of soft light, surrounded by cold metal bedrails and soft white pillows. You have a large bandage wrapped around your head, but Bucky can still see the bald patch above your left ear where the doctors have had to shave off your hair so they could sew together the bullet's exit wound. Your left hand and arm are full of tubes of various sizes whereas your tiny hand on the right is wrapped in a comforting grip provided by your father figure Tony Stark who is occupying the chair next to you. You look smaller than usual, your lips dry and chapped but Bucky wants nothing more than to rip away the nasal cannula and breathe life into you himself.

Steve clears his throat loudly, a mildly nervous look in his eye. "Tony..." he says carefully, and steps in front of Bucky to protect him from Stark's inevitable wrath.

"Not now Cap," Stark says sombrely with his gaze fixed on you.

Natasha on the other hand turns around with a neutral expression on her face but freezes in her tracks when her eyes land on Bucky behind Steve's frame. Immediately, her eyes squint and her lips fold into a thin, disapproving line. "What is he doing here?!" She asks darkly and it quickly makes Stark pull his attention away from you and finally whip his head around.

"You're kidding me!" He says harshly as he carefully lets go of your hand and jumps from the chair next to the hospital bed while pointing an angry index finger at Bucky as his nostrils dilate with fury. "- get this man out of my sight!"

"Tony," Steve holds up a hand in a stop-motion and carefully takes a step closer. "It's not what you think."

"So he didn't shoot to kill?" Stark spits loudly and even though your eyes are still closed, it makes the device monitoring your heartrate speed up its beeping.

"Tony, calm down," Sam takes a step forward, levelling with Natasha as his worried gaze shifts between your fluttering eyelids and the three men in front of him.

"You're not seriously saying you trust this man?!" Stark spits. His angry eyes never leave Bucky's as he presses a button on his wristband that immediately covers his hand in red and gold iron. The metal whirs angrily as he points it in the same direction as his gaze. "Step away Cap!"

"Tony..." Steve tries slowly, gesturing his hands in a calming motion. "There's an explanation-"

"I don't care!" Stark hisses angrily, "he shot her on purpose in front of all his little Hydra friends! He's probably the one who ratted us out! Sold us to Hydra so they knew our position!"

"He has more reason to hate Hydra than the rest of us combined."

"He's brainwashed!"

"Not anymore."

"Step aside!" Stark yells loudly and the bright light in the middle of his palm comes to life just as an impossibly loud beeping noise erupts from your heart monitor.

Immediately Sam and Nat rush from their positions in the back of the room to your bedside.

"Tony! Calm down!" Sam instructs loudly but Stark's iron glove will not stop whirring threateningly as he points it towards Bucky.

"T-Tony," a frail whisper cuts through the tension, and immediately all eyes are on you. Bucky feels the relief wash over him once more when he sees your beautiful irises. You really are awake... with eyes wide open, you take in the scene in front of you, trying to make sense of why Stark is wearing a dangerous weapon inside the medical ward. "-what are you doing?"

Tony rapidly tugs away his iron glove and sits down in the chair next to you again. Gently, he grabs your small hand. "Shh," he shushes you and squeezes your hand, "you just close your eyes again and relax. I'll deal with him," he presses a small kiss to your knuckles.

"Who?"

Bucky steps to the side with his head held high. Tries to ignore the burning sensation of Stark's angry eyes on his skin as he reveals himself to you.

"Buck..." you whisper softly when your gaze finally settles on him. Your lips spread in a small, careful smile, the look in your eye both relieved and proud and it makes Bucky melt. So you do want to remember him... "You shot me..." you conclude proudly, and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't look at him, darling..." Tony tries to catch your gaze while patting your cheek softly. "- he's not worth it. I'll have him shipped off to Siberia for what he did."

"No, no it's okay," you whisper, your eyes never leaving Bucky's. "He only did what I asked him to do."

"You asked him to-" Tony stops himself halfway through the rushed sentence, straightens his back in confusion and looks at you with apprehension. "I'm sorry, you did what?"

"I asked him to shoot me," you repeat as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and reach out your hand.

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry," Bucky finally blurts out and pushes past Steve only to fall to his knees by your side, pulling your small hand to his lips, kissing you between the tubes. "I'm so so sorry," he runs a hand over your hair and kisses your cheek, connects his forehead to your cheekbone and concentrates on his ragged breathing. "I thought I'd lost you," he croaks quietly and nuzzles against you in an apology.

"Buck..." you hum against him and squeeze his fingers with your frail little hand, "thank you," you whisper and press your soft lips to his burning scalp, immediately relieving some of the tension it's been holding for days now.

"What are you saying?" Stark interrupts the sweet moment while looking at Bucky with disgust "- you asked him to shoot you?"

You remove your lips from Bucky's head, look Stark straight in the eye while nodding. "Yes," you simply say and carefully lace your tubed-up fingers with Bucky's.

"Have you completely lost your mind?" Stark hisses, "you were inches away from dying on us!"

"Better death than Hydra, right?" You shrug nonchalantly and look around at your friends for confirmation, but you only receive a quiet mumble of agreement from Sam while Natasha awkwardly looks away.

Tony still looks stunned, his eyes huge and incomprehensible while they travel between you and Bucky, briefly stopping at your joined hands before the piercing brown eyes land on Bucky "- and you just obeyed?"

"Of course I did," Bucky says resolutely. "Not because I wanted to, trust me."

"Come on, Tony," Steve clears his throat and takes a step forward, puts his palm on Stark's shoulder and urges him to stand up. "Give them some privacy. I'll explain the rest."

"Privacy?! I am not leaving her alone with that man!"

"Tony, come on," Natasha says calmly from the doorway while holding the door open, urging Stadk to follow her, "she's clearly fine."

Tony stands still for a second, glued to the spot as he considers the information he's had delivered within the last few minutes until he finally gives out a sigh. "Darling," he turns around and faces you and Bucky who are still joining hands, "-if he as much as looks at you the wrong way, you call for me! I'll be right outside."

"Tony!" you laugh and throw your head back, "I'll be fine, just go!"

Still not convinced but respecting your decision, Stark approaches the door apprehensively, shooting Bucky a final look of disgust before he leaves the room. "She's with Barnes?!" he hisses as soon as he reaches the hallway, "seriously?! Him?! Of all people?!"

"Come on, man," Sam sighs in defeat and closes the door shut behind him, finally leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Took them long enough to figure that out," you give out a small chuckle.

"Sweetheart..." Bucky whispers, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"- I bet Natasha knew. She's been smirking at me for weeks," you continue, and even though Bucky normally adores how you're taking the tough situations so lightly, he can't handle it today.

"Sweetheart," he repeats, brushing your comments away while squeezing your hand lightly in his fist. "- I thought I'd lost you," he desperately searches your face to check if this is dream or reality.

Finally, you go quiet. Carefully, You cock your head to the side and smile lightly at him. "Don't worry," you shake your head, "I was too stubborn to go," you touch your hand to his cheek, run your thumb over the dark stubble on his chin. "I wanted to see you again... I'm sorry you had to do that."

"No, no, you have nothing to be sorry for. It's my fault," he croaks and takes your hand, presses the heel of your palm to his dry lips. "I should have protected you better," he gulps and briefly runs his gaze over your bald patch again, feeling how his stomach clench uncomfortably at the thought of what could've happened if he hadn't been so lucky. "I'm never letting this happen again..."

"You did everything right," you move your fingers over his short beard once more. "You were so brave."

"Brave..." he mutters slowly and looks down on your joined hands, still not truly convinced he's awake, "- not sure that's the word I'd use to describe it..."

"Buck, look at me," you whisper and lift his face to catch his gaze. "You did everything you could. You did everything right. It's not your fault you had to shoot me..."

"You almost died," he croaks and desperately clutches your hand. "You suffered because of me."

"No," you smile and kiss his cheek. He can feel how everything inside of him lights up at the gentleness, "I'm alive because of you. I'm still me because of you," you whisper. "You did everything right, baby..."

"Baby," he mutters slowly and closes his eyes while enjoying your soft touch on his rough stubbles. Your fingers on his skin. "I like when you call me that... Baby."

"I like it too," you chuckle softly and pull your lower lip between your teeth, looking at him with an insanely cute expression on your face. "Not sure Tony approves though..."

"I don't care," Bucky shakes his head and squeezes your fingers tight. "I don't want to hide what we have any longer. I want you to be my girl. Fully. I want to take you out on Friday nights and kiss you when I feel like it - not just when we're alone. I want to take your hand and to be able to stay in bed with you all day without worrying about if the others find out about us. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine."

"Baby," you look up at him with huge eyes, and Bucky's heart skips a beat. "I've been your girl since the first time I saw you," you say with a love-drunk smile on your battered lips. "I thought you knew that..."

"I wasn't sure if you still wanted me after I tried to... you know, kill you..."

"Buck," you laugh and it makes his heart soar in his chest. "- it takes more than a bullet to stop my love for you. What you did was bigger than us. Of course I still want you."

"Okay then," he nods quietly, guiltily, "if you’re sure that’s what you want, you got me."

"Good," you laugh, "now stop being so sad and kiss me silly," you pull on his collar and kisses his ear.

"Oh sweetheart," he closes his eyes and savours the feeling of your warmth on his skin, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do," he mutters and finally presses his lips to yours with the knowledge that everything's going to be alright afterall.

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[tales-and-thoughts]

Snippet Sunday #016

from How To Kill A Vampire (Winteriron, M, 9.1k, ongoing: 2/5 ch.)

He froze as the light bulb lit up and brightened the formerly dark hallway. Bucky was still crouching on the doormat, trying to unlace his muddy boots with bloody fingers. He squinted against the sudden brightness as he looked up and saw the expression on Tony’s face he had wanted to avoid. With wide eyes, he was scrutinising him and Bucky felt his gaze linger on the red stains. “Is that blood on your face?” he asked, his voice bearing only a hint of dread.

“It’s not mine," Bucky replied in a weak attempt to calm him.

“That does not make it better, James,” Tony said and Bucky shivered. Tony only ever used his first name when he was really angry with him.

“I promise you I can explain,” Bucky pleaded.

“I am not sure I want to know the story. You are dripping with someone else’s blood. You do realise that is serious, don’t you?” Tony said, unable to avert his eyes from the bloody, sweaty and muddy mess on the doormat that was Bucky.

“It was an accident,” Bucky said, “That’s not how it usually looks.”

“Usually?” Tony’s voice got pitched. “How often do you get in touch with that much foreign blood?”

Bucky sighed and became aware that he had no choice but to go with the entire story. “I promise you it’s not as bad as it looks like. And I’ll explain everything and answer all your questions but,” he gestured down on himself, “after a shower.”

“You better have a really good explanation for this, James,” Tony said, turned on his heel and stormed into the living room. 

Bucky groaned and slumped down over his knees. It had been bound to happen. Ever since they had started dating he had feared this day to come and yet he was not prepared in the slightest. He had delayed the in-depth conversation about his job over and over again because he didn’t know where to start. There was a whole new world about to open for Tony and Bucky was not sure he wanted him in there.

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if anyone's in the mood for a multi-chapter slow-burn buckytony prompt, may i suggest:

a soulmate AU where a soulmate bond creates a biological failsafe: it is impossible to seriously injure or maim your soulmate. James Barnes is an Assassin who has one final job before he can say goodbye to the life forever - Tony Stark. Tony Stark is also his soulmate.

[metalbvcky]

Stucky Reclist | Summer Reading Bingo

This summer I made it a goal of mine to read several fics, like library reading challenges as a kid, and four months later I made a blackout! I’ve compiled all the works together with links, ratings, tags, and word counts. Each fic contains different genres/tropes/AUs and authors with various abilities of weaving their words.

Thanks to @ficreadingchallenge for hosting this event!

Meow | Teen+ | 4,372 (1/1) | leveragehunters

Square #1: pets Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Magical Realism, Cats, Ghosts, Happy Ending

23 Reasons I Want to Marry Steve Rogers | Gen | 764 (1/1) | FanFicAddict7

Square #2: remix fic pair Tags: No Plot/Plotless, Remix, Marriage Proposal, buzzfeed article, Journalist Bucky, Fluff

in the morning i'll be sober and you'll still be mine | Teen+ | 2,240 (1/1) | mcwho

Square #3: author's oldest fic Tags: Drunken Confessions, Kissing, Shameless Steve Rogers, Light Angst

What We Overheard | Mature | 2,015 (1/1) | Defiler_Wyrm

Square #4: secret relationship Tags: World War II, Period-Typical Homophobia, Secret Relationship, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Mentions of Historical Racism

Who we are | Explicit | 6,186 (4/4) | Late_to_party_81

Square #5: multichapter fic Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes

Painterly | Explicit | 8,463 (1/1) | avintagekiss24

Square #6: high school/college AU Tags: Gratuitous Smut, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Jock Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates

finding our way back | Mature | 40k+ (series of oneshots) | brambleberet

Square #7: part of a challenge or event Tags: Domestic Discipline, Spanking, Dom Steve, Sub Bucky

when and where our eyes meet | Explicit | 2,518 (1/1) | luninosity

Square #8: happy ending Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Contact

now we’re cookin’ with gas | Explicit | 7,103 (1/1) | angeleyeavenue

Square #9: slow burn Tags: Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Chef Bucky Barnes, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Dream Daddy | Explicit | 108,071 (29/29) | JBankai89

Square #10: longfic (>25000 words) Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Steve, Sugar Baby Bucky, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Age Difference, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

A Boatload of Problems | Not Rated | 3,358 (1/1) | CherriOnTop

Square #11: BIPOC main character Tags: Veteran Steve, Veteran Bucky, Not Canon Compliant, Survivors Guilt, First Meeting, Sam POV, the wilson boat

Frost Caught Fire On Our Lips | Explicit | 7,393 (1/1) | the1918, kocuria-arts (kocuria)

Square #12: fanart Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Small Towns, One Night Stands, Age Difference, Top Steve, Bottom Bucky

Incredible! 100 Year Old Man Finds Love | Teen+ | 2,457 (1/1) | bangyababy

Square: free space Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes (Shrunkyclunks), Buzzfeed, Memes, Trolling, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Humor

so easy to love you | Gen | 2,351 (1/1) | lavenderbucky

Square #13: take your fandom to work AU Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Cooks, Cooking, Baking, Bucky Goes Back to College

the bleeding heart show | Explicit | 7,756 (1/1) | Tenillypo

Square #14: canon compliant Tags: Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Missing Scene, Escape from Siberia, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Laying Low in Wakanda, Unresolved Emotional Tension

last train home | Gen/Teen+ | 42,070 (series of oneshots) | sparkagrace

Square #15: fic written by someone who follows you Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Getting Together, Slice of Life

Quarantine 101 with Dr. Rogers (and the Husband) | Teen+ | 5,575 (1/1) | lordeofstucky

Square #16: superpowers/no powers AU Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Quarantine, Online Classes, Bucky the Husband, Steve the Professor

Haunted | Mature | 1,826 (1/1) | ThePirateStorm

Square #17: unhappy/bittersweet ending Tags: Unrequited Love, Angst, Not A Fix-It, Canon Compliant, Hallucinations

Three Men in a VW | Teen+ | 3,563 (1/1) | Brokenpitchpipe

Square #18: fix-it fic Tags: Captain America: Civil War, Missing Scenes, Road Trip from Hell, Banter, Pining

My Peach and Your Plums | Teen+ | 1,005 (1/1) | buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

Square #19: short fic (<1000 words) Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Cooks, Food as a Metaphor for Love

My Heart Skips A Beat When I’m With You | Explicit | 5,460 (1/1) | innerslumber

Square #20: Holiday Fic Tags: Valentine's Day, Topping from the Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

Ancient Dreams, Modern Land | Gen | 13,796 (1/1) | Greyspaces13

Square #21: angst Tags: Cabin Fic, Isolation, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Has PTSD, The Retreat Safe House (Marvel), Hurt/Comfort, Evil Alexander Pierce, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Bucky Barnes, Canon-Typical Violence

As Sharp as Satin | Explicit | 130k+ (WIP) | blackthorn_possum

Square #22: whump Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Platonic BDSM, Handler!Steve, Dom Steve Rogers/Sub Bucky Barnes

Stucky Bingo March 2023 Round Robin | Teen+ | 2,049 (1/1) | Dogsled, Girl_Back_There, Politzania, ralsbecket, Sivan325, TrinityDay

Square #23: multiple authors Tags: World War II, Captain America: The First Avenger, Steve Rogers Feels, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Bad Flirting

Medically Necessitated | Explicit | 91,416 (WIP) | sarahyellow

Square #24: unfinished/work in progress Tags: Omegaverse, Doctor/Patient, Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Medical Kink

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[ficmeouttahere]

THERE ARE BONIS CHAPTERS??? AO3 SUBSCRIPTION FAILED ME???

time after time - masterlist

summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x time witch!reader

series word count: 61.3k+

warnings: f!reader; more or less canon compliant; time loops, canon typical violence, repeated major character death (in a russian doll/supernatural's mystery spot sort of way); slow burn, mutual annoyance to reluctant friends to lovers; negative self-talk; just a lot of angst (but with an eventual happy ending i promise!!); lots of banter; hella self-indulgent ����

this series is set after the events of the falcon and the winter soldier and will include spoilers for marvel projects up to and including multiverse of madness

a/n: welcome to the fic i've been thinking about for almost a year!! i am beyond excited and terrified to finally start sharing this. if you want to get notified whenever i post a new chapter, you can follow @intrepidacious-fics and turn on notifications or follow along on my ao3 💚

please mind that my blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless accounts will be blocked

✨ this series is ongoing; last update 14/07/24

my chapters are on the long side so they will also be posted in parts for easier reading in the app; the parts and the full chapters are identical contentwise

one: turn back the clock ↳ Bucky gets killed during a mission and you accidentally start a time loop | 6.0k

two: twice upon a time ↳ You struggle to cope with your new situation and meet a sorcerer | 8.2k

three: every day’s a holiday ↳ Ten days into the loop, you finally decide to ask for help | 10.1k

four: groundhog day ↳ Library heists, bad ideas, and a decision | 9.2k

five: carousel ↳ Bucky has a secret and you have a revelation | 10.9k

six: butterfly effect ↳ You go back to the start, and something changes | 12.8k

seven

eight

nine

ten

eleven

twelve

epilogue

bonus chapters

these are mostly set outside of the time loop; not required reading, but there will be some nods to these in the main story. bonus chapters can be read in any order and without knowing the main story

frequently asked questions about time travel ↳ Five times people asked you something about time travel, and one time you’re desperate for an answer yourself

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind ↳ One day in Bucky's time loop

57 seconds ↳ How Bucky met Twelve

somewhere in time ↳ a bantery little snippet that was cut for time from the main story

fun stuff

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Sam Wilson and the Case of the Damisa-Sarki Habit

This is for @ninesdb! Thank you for doing that donation a while back, and as I promised, I am gifting you this fic I've had in my backlogs for literal years. My PI!Sam Wilson, Art Thief!Bucky Barnes fic. It's a multichapter fic that will come out every other day, so be prepared for a few updates hehe Enjoy! 🥰

Sam Wilson and the Case of the Damisa-Sarki Habit

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 19.2K | Chapters 4/4 |

Summary: Sam Wilson is a private eye who specializes in art theft. His current case has put him against the infamous White Wolf. Or so everyone thinks...

Excerpt:

“This must be a dream come true,” said Nat with a smirk, “Or fanfiction becoming reality. Do you write self-insert RPF with him in it? I bet you do.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning to Nat. “Stop being a dick, I just keep up with the ongoing investigation. I’m not, like, obsessed or something.” “Oh, you’re definitely obsessed, don’t even try to front here, Wilson.” Sam wouldn’t say he was obsessed. He just found the White Wolf fascinating. No one even had an idea about who the White Wolf was. Nationality, gender, reasoning; no one had a clue and leads ran dry almost immediately on the cases. Sam had a few theories on why the White Wolf did the things that they did, but the theories weren’t conclusive, mostly speculation.

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Hand(s) Off | Ch1: Agony

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

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Summary: Bucky Barnes is the most important person in your life. When he confesses to you that he lives at the Avengers tower, and the 'Steve' you've been hearing about for months is actually Steve Rogers, you think that nothing can top that revelation-- and then you find yourself trapped in Captain America's bedroom getting a second-hand dose of NYC's favorite new aphrodisiac, Mistress.

Length | Warnings: 3,271 | None this chapter; story will contain explicit sex descriptions and situations, MINORS DNI

Note: I want to make clear that I'm treating the issues of consent with sensitivity. This is not even a dubious consent story in my eyes; the choices these characters make are kind, as clear-eyed as possible under the circumstances, and respectful.

Excerpt:

“You grew up with Captain America?” you ask, impressed. Bucky Barnes can really keep a secret.

“Not at all. I grew up with Steve. Skinny, brave Steve. Never backed down from a fight, and now he doesn’t have to. C’mon,” he says, nodding toward the Avengers tower that’s visible in the distance.

There’s something in the back of your mind that’s important, something-- “Oh my God, Bucky!” you gasp, almost stumbling in your shock. “I dragged you to that trivia night, and you did so badly on the Avengers questions! You let me answer the all Captain America ones myself! I totally went on and on about how wonderful and handsome Steve Rogers is. I talked about his ass-- and he’s your best friend?”

“You squeak any higher you’re going to start catching the attention of every purse dog in the city,” Bucky teases gruffly. You shoot a look over, noticing that he’s trying not to grin.

“You jerk!” you say, nudging his right arm with your left elbow. “Were you feeling me out?”

Bucky starts cough-laughing. “You’re going to have to define that one for me.”

Chapter One: Agony

He’s falling and you can’t do anything about it.

Bucky’s shirt catches on a stub of a branch on the way down. You, the child whose balloon he was retrieving, and the kid’s mother all rush over when he lands in a heap.

“Oh my god, are you--” the mom starts to say.

“Here you go, kid. Hold tight, I’m not going after it again,” Bucky interrupts, hauling himself to his feet. 

“Wow! That looks like it didn’t hurt at all!” the kid says.

“It hurts. Everything hurts. I’m just trying to impress her.” He nods in your direction.

Even though it makes you crack up (because he’s absolutely not), this seems to do the trick. The mom takes a minute to tie a more secure knot in the balloon string before smiling nervously at the two of you and leading her son away.

“I’m sorry,” you wince, taking a picture of the hand-sized rip at Bucky’s armpit that reveals the metal of his arm underneath. You’ve never seen the whole thing, but you’ve felt the arm through his sleeve a couple of times.

“Why are you sorry? You told me not to do it.”

“I’m sorry to have been right?”

“Yeah, okay,” he says grimly, scowling at the phone you handed him and reaching around to feel the edges of the tear. “It shows the join, doesn’t it?”

You’ve been trying not to look, because, yeah, it does. The skin edging the metal graft looks burned and painful, definitely not appropriate for your museum plans. Bucky takes in your uncomfortable nod and his jaw clenches.

“We don’t have to go,” you offer.

“We’re going. I just have to…” He trails off, twisting the shirt around to get a better look. The two of you had decided to take the long way through the park. There’s about an hour before the interactive exhibit opens, but it’s the last day. He wouldn’t even tell you how he got the tickets.

“Okay, what if we swing by a corner store so I can grab a sewing kit--”

Bucky interrupts in a firm voice. “No need to waste the money. I’ll head back home to change; we can get a taxi from there. It’s a bit of a walk.” He shrugs the shirt back into position and starts back the way you’d come.

You have to jog to catch up. “That works.” There are a million things you want to say, but it’s Bucky who speaks first, after fifteen minutes of silence. The two of you reach a crosswalk, and he stops you with his left arm, which in your opinion is a choice.

“Spit it out.”

“You were keeping things separate. You shouldn’t change your mind unless you want to,” you say quietly. He’d said he wanted to keep this friendship to himself for a while, with no connection to the past, and no expectation for the future. You’d found that unexpectedly refreshing at the time, and you still do.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Bucky says. “It’s time. I probably would have sat on it for another month anyway.”

It’s been a six month journey from friendly to friends to close friends for the two of you, and it’s only been two months since he’d opened up about his agonizing past. You don’t know everything yet, and that’s okay. You might never know. As long as Bucky knows he can trust you, that’s what matters.

The light changes, and he guides you across, his body language more relaxed now. Still, you want to make things as easy for him as possible.

“I can wait in the lobby--”

“Shit. That won’t help,” Bucky says, coming to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk. “Did you ever look me up?”

“No! You asked me not to.”

He looks at you like you’re some sort of rare creature for a minute, and a slow, appreciative smile grows on his face. You get it-- when he’d told you his actual birthdate, that he’d gone missing in the 40’s, you’d been tempted. But… when someone with a medically engineered metal arm asks you not to poke around in his past, you don’t. Not if you care about him.

“There was a good reason for that, I’m assuming?”

Bucky’s chuckle is deep and amused. “Yeah. I ah, live with the Avengers. Steve’s last name is Rogers. Steve Rogers.”

You’ve heard all about his best friend Steve, enough to feel affection for the man without ever having met him-- but this is not what you were expecting. At all.

“You grew up with Captain America?” you ask, impressed. Bucky Barnes can really keep a secret.

“Not at all. I grew up with Steve. Skinny, brave Steve. Never backed down from a fight, and now he doesn’t have to. C’mon,” he says, nodding toward the Avengers tower that’s visible in the distance.

There’s something in the back of your mind that’s important, something-- “Oh my God, Bucky!” you gasp, almost stumbling in your shock. “I dragged you to that trivia night, and you did so badly on the Avengers questions! You let me answer the all Captain America ones myself! I totally went on and on about how wonderful and handsome Steve Rogers is. I talked about his ass-- and he’s your best friend?”

“You squeak any higher you’re going to start catching the attention of every purse dog in the city,” Bucky teases gruffly. You shoot a look over, noticing that he’s trying not to grin.

“You jerk!” you say, nudging his right arm with your left elbow. “Were you feeling me out?”

Bucky starts cough-laughing. “You’re going to have to define that one for me.”

“--stop by, that’s all I ask. Redwing would love it,” Sam grins as he opens the door to Tony’s lab.

“I’ll try, but did you have to say it like that?” Steve groans before heading into Dr. Banner’s workspace right next door. A new street drug named Mistress has been causing concern, and with SHIELD still in transition, the government has called on the scientific wing of the Avengers to help figure out how to combat the substance. 

Mistress is an aphrodisiac, a potent one. Banner’s preliminary tests show that it’s likely not of Earth origin, which has slowed down their testing considerably due to safety concerns. That’s where Steve comes in; Bruce thinks his fast metabolism could be the key to figuring the stuff out without putting too many others at risk. That and his lack of a romantic partner. 

Apparently the drug enhances a person’s desire to have sex to a strong need, strong enough that there’s no data on what happens if they don’t. The stuff reportedly burns through people, causing dangerous fevers that have officials fearful that someone’s going to get dosed and killed, not to mention the consent issues.

“Hey, Steve,” Banner says. “I don’t know if you’ve met Doctor Lyonne?”

“I haven’t. First or last name?” Steve asks the attractive female doctor.

“Oh, nice one. ‘Lyonne’ is my married name, though. Sorry to possibly disappoint,” she says easily.

Banner smiles at Steve’s wave-off gesture and says, “I’ll leave you two experts to the interpersonal stuff.” He ignores them in favor of a large glass jar with a bunch of warning labels stuck to it. The liquid inside is clear, and all signs point to it being the drug in question. “All right,” Bruce finally says, stepping away and scratching out about four things on his clipboard. “The plan is to expose you in measured doses and observe the results. It’s pretty volatile-- works if ingested, soaks into the skin, and we think it’s capable of being aerosolized under certain conditions. Drinking it will be the most controlled method, so Dr. Lyonne is setting up dosing cups for me. She’s got a class to teach in about forty minutes, so--”

“That’s his delicate way of saying I’ll be out of your hair and unable to observe anything you’ll be going through over the course of the tests,” Lyonne interrupts.

The door that joins the two labs swings open before Steve can respond, and Tony leans his head in. He’s wearing one of his Iron Man suits. “Before you ramp up Icy Hot here, can I show you my new toy?”

“This is a segue to a sex toy joke, Steve. Retreat, retreat!” Sam calls out from behind Tony.

“I’m wounded!” Tony says, muttering, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that first.” He walks in and grins, holding up his left arm. “Check it out. Nav is still a little spotty, but--”

Steve watches as a shape lifts up from Tony’s bicep area on the suit, similar to Redwing but oval and smaller. 

“Tony, I’d be happy to look at it pretty much any other time, but--”

“You have the whole rest of the day blocked out, Bruce, just give me this!”

The friendship between Stark and Banner always makes Steve nervous. They are the closest aligned in terms of work ethic and smarts, but farthest apart in temperament-- and that’s before the Hulk is brought into play. Steve inches closer to the large glass jug of Mistress as Tony gesticulates wildly, sending the drone careening around the room.

It starts beeping.

“Shit!” Tony shouts. “Uh… apparently something I did set the self-destruct?”

“Why does your drone have a self destruct, Tony?” 

Bruce sounds incredulous and angry, and Steve doesn’t have his shield. As though Tony had set up the whole situation for maximum drama, the thing is headed straight for the jug. Steve lunges to protect it as Bruce maneuvers himself to take the explosion for the team. Someone screams for JARVIS to lock down the building.

Steve lifts the drug container high, meaning to leap out of the way with it, but there’s nowhere to go. The drone’s explosive impact brings forth the Hulk-- which sends Steve and the jug flying backwards into the lab equipment.

Things turn a bit surreal when you enter the tower. Bucky takes you to a secret side entrance (to avoid the press, he says) but when he gets into the elevator, he seems confused when he can’t talk to it. You’re just about to make a Star Trek joke when he explains there’s usually an artificial intelligence that runs the building, but it’s not responding.

You’re used to pretty much anything apartment-related being out of order, so you’re not fazed. Once inside his apartment, you point out that there’s a sticky note on the opposite side of the door, and Bucky grabs it, his brows furrowing as he reads.

“Shit,” he grins, holding up the note. “Stay here? You’re not authorized for this area.”

“Better hurry!” The tickets for the exhibit are for 1:30, and it’s already 12:50. With a nod, he jogs back into the hallway toward the elevator, and just like that you’re alone in Bucky’s apartment.

It is immediately apparent that he doesn’t live here alone. Underneath a coat rack with multiple jackets is a shoe tray with at least five pairs of shoes in two different sizes. The living room is cozy and lived-in; you see the familiar sight of a bottle of Bucky’s favorite beer sitting on an end-table-- right beside a coaster.

You’re about to reach for it when an alarm sounds, accompanied by an urgent voice.

=Tier One protection activated. Retreat to an interior room and wait for further instructions. Attention: Tier One protection activated. Retreat to an interior room and wait for further instructions.=

You freeze in fear for a few seconds, but when the instruction repeats a few seconds later, you hear a grinding noise in the wall. It’s frightening enough that you dart into the hallway and inside the first open door. The reason for the sound becomes terrifyingly clear a few seconds later as a metal panel encased in the doorframe slides down, too quickly for you to slip out underneath it.

The room turns pitch black in the space between one frightened breath and the next.

After taking a minute to listen for danger, you make your way by feel to the far wall, looking for the light switch. On the way, you trip over something that turns out to be a pair of men’s slippers. You’re glad to let your eyes adjust to the light as you put them back, but when you straighten up, you immediately feel like you’re trespassing somewhere you do not belong.

The room is neat as hell, the kind of tidiness that must come from enjoying a clean space rather than a sense of obligation. However, you soon reassess: this is lived in, less frighteningly neat than well-designed. Everything has its place. It’s different from the easy chaos that Bucky has shown on the few times he’s slept over after movie marathons, so you’re pretty sure this isn’t his room. That, and the white cat plushie you gave him that he swears lives on his dresser? Isn’t there.

Instead, the tray with grooming materials in front of a small mirror are the only objects on the dresser top. There’s a low bookshelf next to an easy chair whose footrest has a worn-in divot. The nightstand is equally neat and functional, with a slightly askew sketchbook hinting that the room’s occupant is an artist.

Unfortunately, these observations are making you more nervous, not less. An intrusive thought that the alarm could be about a fire and there’s literally no way out sends you into a frenzy of banging on the inexorable metal slab. 

“Hello?? HELLO!? Please let me out, please, please let me out!” you scream, slamming your fists against the damned barrier until your hands hurt. You’re crying and frantic and yelling, and suddenly there’s someone else on the other side of the door also yelling, and in the next few minutes everything happens at once. 

You can’t see anything through your tears and fear; all you know is the feel and sound of strong hands and a soothing voice that isn’t Bucky but it should be. That thought sends you into more frightened tears, because he’ll be worried, he’ll be upset, and it might send him into a spiral like the one from a few months ago when he finally explained about his past.

Then, awfully, the grinding sound is back and the warm hands are gone.

You hear several shouted, imperative commands before the man falls silent. He’d set you down in a huddle on the bed wrapped in a blanket, and you kind of… drift back into awareness surrounded by the strong scent of coconut, with a not-unpleasant buzz of awareness deep in your gut.

You pull the blanket closer before you recognize it. You’d been working on it during the first few movie nights you and Bucky had shared, and he’d bought it as a gift for his best friend. That’s what brings you fully back to yourself: you’d handmade the thing that’s warming you up. You’ll be able to tell Bucky that. It’ll help, when the time comes.

Taking in a long, deep breath, you look around, expecting, since you’re no longer alone, to see anything but a metal panel completely covering the door. You’re wrong. There’s damage to the frame, as though someone had pried the previous slab out of the way-- but there’s once again a solid-looking metal barrier between you and freedom.

“Are you okay?” It’s Captain Am-- Rogers. Steve. Bucky’s Steve.

The unreality of your situation is fully hitting you now.

“That’s what you’re going with? Not ‘who are you?’ or ‘funny story about the door…’”

Rogers says, “I did. You were too upset to answer.” He’s tense, clearly uncomfortable, and his clothes are soaked. You wonder if that’s the source of the strange fruity smell. 

“Dee. I’m Dee.” It’s short for Chickadee, your stage-name-turned-favorite-nickname. You think you see recognition in his eyes. “Bucky needed to change his shirt. I didn’t mean-- you have to believe me, I never would have come in here, but he said he would just be a minute, and then a voice told me to hide and…” You’re babbling, but you feel like you’re out of your mind. Of all the people in the world, you’d probably pick Captain America as the one person you’d want to know that you’re eating your vegetables and being polite to your elders, that you wouldn’t invade someone’s private space. “Did something happen to the building?” you ask in a small voice.

“No, this--” Rogers winces. “Bucky asked for extra security or he wouldn’t move in. To slow him down.”

“The Soldier,” you whisper, closing your eyes tightly.

He makes a noise of understanding, then a louder, angry sound. “Everything has gone the exact worst-- I’m sorry,” he grits out. “I’m sorry.”

The depth to his voice prompts a heated curl of attraction that warms you from the inside out. It’s unexpected and strange, given the fear and confusion that’s ruled your reactions in the past minutes.

“I think I should be asking if you are okay.”

Rogers is looking at the floor now, his hands fisted in his pockets. “I was exposed to a… chemical. Tried to do everything right: activated security protocols, set the apartment Dark so I didn’t say or do anything I’d regret before the brain fog set in.”

“What happens when the brain fog sets in?” you whisper, sensing that the answer is what has this man’s body stiff as a board, in contrast with his broken and worried tone.

“How close are you with Buck?” Rogers lifts his head and the intensity in his eyes shoots you with an arrow of concern.

You lift your chin. “Truthfully? I consider him my best friend, why?”

“There’s nothing… more?”

There have been times, multiple times, when you’ve thought about it. But Bucky Barnes is a multifaceted man, and you don’t want to sully his progress towards becoming whole again by making things complicated.

“No,” you say, feeling heat in your chest from the look of understanding in his eyes. Your pause was unintentionally illustrative. “Why?”

“It’s important that I be honest with you: the building is on lockdown, its governing AI is too busy monitoring the Hulk to get us out of this room, and the chemical I was exposed to is Mistress.” He sounds like a soldier reciting battle parameters.

The name sounds familiar, but you can’t place it. Suddenly, you feel too vulnerable on the bed, his bed, so you slide over to the edge in preparation for getting up. The action bares your legs to mid-thigh, and Rogers immediately turns his back on you and hits the wall with the flat of his hand. 

That’s when you remember where you’d heard that name. Mistress. The aphrodisiac is the reason many women have flocked to your cousin’s restaurant to hang out, instead of at bars. Many establishments are offering complimentary test kits so their customers can ensure there’s no residue in their food and drinks. It’s become fashionable to carry around your own cups, just in case. Some bars are actually trying to skip requiring women to pay a cover charge, desperate to return to the status quo. Drinks containing coconut aren’t even served anymore, thanks to the scent association.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you blurt out, rushing over to the easy chair and covering yourself with the blanket. Jesus, the whole room reeks of coconut. He’s practically steeped in the stuff. “What can I do?”

Steve Rogers’ voice is husky, but pained. “Don’t let today be your first impression of me.”

Next chapter...

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Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier

A collection of Bucky x reader stories. None of the stories are mine.

No Smut

Soldats princess @lokislittlemidgardian Summary: After being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Angst Special Tags: Age Play, Fluff,

Make Me Feel Love @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: Your ex finds you. Warnings: Abuse, Miscarriage, Blood

Smut

Ribs @highonmarvel Summary: What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him. Warnings: Bodily Harm, Abuse, Rape, Angst, Smut Special Tags: Mafia AU, Multichapter

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

Love Like Bruise @targaryenvampireslayer Summary: HYDRA won. You're quietly trying to live your life without facing their wrath. But then years later your given to him. Warnings: Rape, Abuse, BDSM, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Multichapter, Dark

My Legacy @buckyscombatboots Summary: An Orc found their one true mate and he wants babies. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Bound @boxofbonesfic Summary: Bucky reminds you who you belong to in the club bathroom. Warnings: Rough Sex, Toxic Vibes, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Biker AU,

Wanted @jadedvibes Summary: Your relationship with one of your patients takes a shocking and unfortunate turn. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Stalking, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Bondage, Dark

If it Were Summer @pellucid-constellations Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you. Warnings: Minor violence, Alcohol Special Tags: Collage AU, Frat Boy AU

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 @mavsstar Summary: You take the kids to your ex's house while you go on a date Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Family AU, Soft Sex

Coffee. Emergency. Thighs @angrythingstarlight Summary: Bucky uses you while you sleep. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Soft sex, Somnophilia, Praise Kink,

Everyone Gonna Know @octoberkait Summary: Bucky video tapes you during sex. Warnings: Rape, Blackmail, Smut Special Tags: Voyeurism, Breeding, Size Difference

First And Last @navybrat817 Summary: Bucky decides he wants you. Warnings: Rape, Forced Bond, Smut Special Tags: Omegaverse

Family Man @giorno-plays-piano Summary:  You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Dangerous Acquaintances @giorno-plays-piano Summary: Wolves are big mean bullies. You know for sure. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Smut, Dark Special Tags: Hybrids, Breeding, Soft-Dom

The Devil’s bride @straywords Summary:20 years ago your parents promised you to a demon... and now the devil has come to collect his prize. Warnings: Kidnaping, Forced Marriage Special Tags: Demon AU

Sleeping Beauty @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Rape, Smut, Mental Health Special Tags: Somnophilia, Plus Size Reader

Ribs @highonmarvel Summary: What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him. Warnings: Bodily Harm, Abuse, Rape, Angst, Smut Special Tags: Mafia AU, Multichapter

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

My Legacy @buckyscombatboots Summary: An Orc found their one true mate and he wants babies. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Bound @boxofbonesfic Summary: Bucky reminds you who you belong to in the club bathroom. Warnings: Rough Sex, Toxic Vibes, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Biker AU,

Wanted @jadedvibes Summary: Your relationship with one of your patients takes a shocking and unfortunate turn. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Stalking, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Bondage, Dark

If it Were Summer @pellucid-constellations Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you. Warnings: Minor violence, Alcohol Special Tags: Collage AU, Frat Boy AU

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 @mavsstar Summary: You take the kids to your ex's house while you go on a date Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Family AU, Soft Sex

Coffee. Emergency. Thighs @angrythingstarlight Summary: Bucky uses you while you sleep. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Soft sex, Somnophilia, Praise Kink,

Everyone Gonna Know @octoberkait Summary: Bucky video tapes you during sex. Warnings: Rape, Blackmail, Smut Special Tags: Voyeurism, Breeding, Size Difference

First And Last @navybrat817 Summary: Bucky decides he wants you. Warnings: Rape, Forced Bond, Smut Special Tags: Omegaverse

Family Man @giorno-plays-piano Summary:  You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Dangerous Acquaintances @giorno-plays-piano Summary: Wolves are big mean bullies. You know for sure. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Smut, Dark Special Tags: Hybrids, Breeding, Soft-Dom

The Devil’s bride @straywords Summary:20 years ago your parents promised you to a demon... and now the devil has come to collect his prize. Warnings: Kidnaping, Forced Marriage Special Tags: Demon AU

Sleeping Beauty @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Rape, Smut, Mental Health Special Tags: Somnophilia

A Perfect Fit   @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Dubious Consent, Mafia AU, Voyeurism

My Devotion @cryptidcasanova Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. Warnings: Angst, Violence, Kidnaping Special Tags: Mafia AU

A Heart of Gold@bluemuisckid Summary: Bucky learns how to be a better husband to the reader. Warnings: Angst, Emotional Neglect Special Tags: Biker AU, Family AU

[blackwood4stucky]

do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 3455 | multichapter fic

tags: creature au, non traditional omegaverse, pre war ➳ ww2 era stucky, twisted fairytale

There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare. - A dark and twisted fairytale.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | free space

@afgomegaversebingo | falling asleep together

@anyfandomfluffbingo | cuddling in bed

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | flower language

@avengersbingo | soulmate au

@badthingshappenbingo | forgetting to eat

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u1: bed sharing

@buckybarnesevents

babb 2023 | soulgazing [march prompt] hot bucky summer 2024 | week 4: free week

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | will o’ wisp

crossover bingo | soulmates au

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | blood from mouth card 2 | biting

@fandombingo: r1999 bingo | rpf card: "your hands are trembling"

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | fairy au wild edition | broken skin + childhood friends world book night edition | iele au

@hurtcomfort-bingo | falling asleep on each other

hurt and comfort bingo: pick your poison bingo round 1 | fever

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | canon divergence, kink: wings

kinky-things-happen | cuddling

loversbingo

the conflict | throwing a punch the reeling | unsure & suspicious the solution | dark magic

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | wings as erogenous zones

@seasonaldelightsbingo: language of flowers bingo | spearmint [warm sentiment]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | tension, body image issues

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | hand holding

@the-slumberparty: sundae bar | cookies & cream: soulmates

@yearoftheotpevent | march: fairytale au

read ch. 1: a maze you love getting lost in

ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #6 (December 7th - 14th)

Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

a thin wisp of scarlet smoke, ch 1 by adarkforestwitch Square filled: O4 - predator/prey Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending), consent issues, dark fiction, non con body mod, possession, watersports Major tags: canon divergent au, fusion au, mutual pining, sexual content Summary: It's been awhile since Bucky came in from the cold. He lives with his best friend, Steve, now. Despite coming to grips with what Hydra did to him, Bucky still yearns for more from his old flame. Steve is so careful with him, treating him like he's made of glass. He just needs to figure out how to ask for what he wants, what he craves. Steve knows Bucky wants more, he can see the boy he used to love haunting him from the tired blue-grey irises of the man he saved. He wants Bucky too, so bad, but he can’t have him. Night after night he’s plagued with nightmares that terrify him. What’s worse? He wants what’s in them. He wants the darkness that’s brimming within him to be unleashed, he wants to take and take and take. How could he allow Bucky to experience that? No, no way. He can’t do it, he won’t. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Day at the Spas by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: B5 - Bathing Together Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Canon Divergence AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship Summary: Steve and Bucky take a rare day off from their duties as Avengers and spend a day at the spas. Format: Moodboard

Restful Trip by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: I1 - Sunrise Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending) Major tags: Canon Divergence AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Camping Summary: After everything that transpired, Steve is exhausted. He takes a temporary leave from the Avengers and goes on a world camping trip with Bucky. Format: Moodboard

Modeling Flowers by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: I3 - Childhood Friends Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending), Partial Nudity Major tags: Modern: No Powers AU, Models AU, Flower Shop AU, Store Owner Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America Summary: Bucky and Steve were childhood friends throughout school. After they graduated, they planned to join the military together but they were assigned different units and fell out of touch. When Bucky returned home, he set up a flower shop. Format: Moodboard

Hunting for Blood by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: I5 - AU: Vampire/Werewolves Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Blood Major tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Shrunkyclunks Summary: Steve wakes to a world where everyone who knows he is a vampire is dead. He’s hungry. And desperate for something familiar in a world so foreign to him. Steve goes hunting, hoping that blood, real blood, would be that familiar thing. But pickings are scarce. He won’t kill people, and he can’t leave any marks that’ll lead anyone to believe that Vampires are still around. Then one night on a hunt, he meets a Werewolf Alpha that turns his world around for the better. Format: Moodboard

Goats and Chickens by DarthBloodOrange Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending), Guns Major tags: Farm AU, Enemies to Lovers, Assassin Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks Summary: Steve retires from being an Avengers and becomes a farmer. He buys a farm for suspiciously cheap. An issue with the neighbors supposedly? Steve not going to be intimidated. Steve gets some chickens and is very protective of his flock. One day, one of his neighbor’s goats breaks in and tries to harass his chickens… Only to find Steve’s chickens fight back. The goat runs… right into Steve’s grip. He goes to return it to the neighbor… and recognizes the man from SHIELD’s wanted list. But the man is kind of attractive… and Steve was retired and… Format: Moodboard

cosy december morning by lavenderbucky Square filled: I5 - Art Format - Warm Colors Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Domestic fluff, established Steve/Bucky, cosy Summary: Having recently moved into their dream brownstone in Brooklyn, Steve and Bucky spend a domestic December morning together engaging in their favourite hobbies: reading, knitting and baking. Format: Moodboard

[onbearfeet]

I’ve fallen headfirst back on my Werewolf by night obsession and your fics are EVERYTHING! I’ve been rereading them the past couple weeks and thought you deserved the THANK YOU!!

Also never considered Bucky as part of the group until these fics and now I keep having to remind myself 🤣he works so WELL

Anyway thank you for all the work and how you capture these characters (especially Jack 🥹!)

Thank YOU! I'm having a rough time, mental-health-wise, and seeing comments and asks like this is incredibly validating. (I can do things! Things that people like!)

Bucky really does fit right into the squad, doesn't he? He's got his own tragic monster dumbass vibes. This whole series started as a self-indulgent scribble in a notebook on an airplane on my way to a family holiday I was dreading, and now there's a warm little community around it. All because Bucky Barnes makes such a good monster. (My wild fantasy is that a ship I'm building up involving him becomes the new Winterhawk. I would love to see more people write it someday, after I actually get there in Monster Mash.)

I do have plans for more fics in this series--there's a big multichapter one coming up soon where the gang goes to a haunted house--and while there's a major event down the road that COULD be an endpoint, I could also just keep going as long as I feel like it.

Oh, Jack. He's such a delightful character. I've always had a soft spot for tragic monsters and for characters who reveal themselves slowly to the audience, and Jack is both. I was a fan of his comics as a kid in the 90s, and I love him even more now that the special has added so much depth and pathos (and dumbassery and queercoding and sushi) to him. Honestly, the queercoding alone deserves to be discussed more! I can't deny the chemistry between Jack and Elsa, but Jack and Ted are LITERALLY FRIENDS OF DOROTHY, and it should not be left out of the conversation.

But yeah. 300 years old and still with a heart made of pure marshmallow. Jack Russell is catnip to me, and OF COURSE he'd adopt Bucky 30 seconds after meeting him.

Please feel free to comment on the fics themselves! Everyone is nice here, I promise.

*goes to frame this ask because it's so very nice*

[eponastory]

Bucky Barnes x OFC

Multichapter fic that will probably end up being 100k words or more.

Will span from CA:WS to Thunderbolts* and probably beyond.

if I can make it that far.

Bucky is on the run after pulling Steve out of the Potomac, and he has to learn who he is while facing his past. He remembers one woman while another one stands there in front of him with a connection to someone far more precious.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Forged by Blood and Laughter.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6mlrDZg by MysteriousSunshine “So let’s just say for the sake of argument that I’m in agreement with this plan to put the literal fucking children on their own team,” Bucky cut in, raising his metal hand to ward off the lecture Sam was planning to bombard him with “ Who’s leading it and what are we sending them out on?” AKA A group of superpowered adolescents and young adults learn what it means to be heroes. Featuring: Unlikely leader: Peter Parker Sam's disappointed dad face Bucky's murder face Rhodes as the voice of reason. Super teen shenanigans Words: 1524, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Young Avengers (Comics), Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, America Chavez, Riri Williams, Eli Bradley, Kamala Khan, Joaquín Torres, Billy Maximoff, Tommy Maximoff, Peter Parker, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova Relationships: Avengers Team Members & Young Avengers Team Members (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Avengers Family, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Sam Wilson, Protective Peter Parker, Protective Yelena Belova, Protective James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Teen Peter Parker, Teenagers, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, background sambucky - Freeform, Multichapter read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6mlrDZg

[sparklepocalypse]

Fic Writer Interview

@energievie tagged me in this, and it looks like a fun way to pass the time... so while I'm waiting for it to be midnight so I can post my New Year's exchange fic -- here we gooo!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?  98 (as of January 1st, 2024. I'm counting tomorrow's fic today because by the time most people on my dash see it, it'll be next year. 😂)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?  396,868 words (as of midnight; 386,482 prior to midnight tonight).

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? They're all RWRB, sooooo:

What's Symbiotic Will Always Be [E, 2.6k words; 1.2k kudos]

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High [E, 2.1k words; 1k kudos]

In the Low Lamp Light, I Was Free [E, 3.1k words; 798 kudos]

I'd Wanna Be Felled By You, Held By You [E, 2.3k words; 766 kudos]

On My Mind (Let's Go) [E, 10.7k words; 704 kudos]

More questions (there are 20 total!) and a blank version of them below the jump!

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to at least reply with an emoji if I can! But generally, I try to match the energy of the commenter. I really enjoy hearing from people about my work and want to make sure they know I appreciate them for taking the time to leave their feedback.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oh jeeze, we'll have to harken back to pre-therapy Mags, well before 2023, for this question. (Current Mags has had a ton of therapy.) Probably I Stole Away and Cried [Supernatural RPF, M, 5.7k words]?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I am a lady who loves a happy ending. I'm going to nominate So I Will Weather the Storm [Red, White & Royal Blue, E, 9.8k words] for Happiest Ending in a Mags Fic.

7. Do you write crossovers? I used to write fics with elements of both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series, but I feel like that... doesn't really count. I also cross canons in the Red, White & Royal Blue fandom... but again it feels like it doesn't count.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? Absolutely. The early 2000s were a volatile time on the internets, as we fandom olds say.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? AHAHAHAHA wait, you're serious. Um... M/M, with a pocketful of kinks thrown in for flavor? My Kinktober 2023 [Red, White & Royal Blue, E, 92k words] series is a good place to get an idea of what sort of smut I write.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, but I haven't been on Fanfiction.Net in approximately 15 years, and don't have a Wattpad account, so... who knows!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't believe so? But that might be fun.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Many moons ago, I used to co-write fic in the Glee fandom. I was one of the authors of the Kurtofsky IMs, for those of you who are in the know.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Don't do this to me, fic writer interview! Umm... probably either Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes or Jim Kirk/Spock. And no, I've never written anything for either of them. But I've read both voraciously.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? No comment. Because I don't wanna jinx it. Seriously. I haven't even started posting it because I don't want to jinx it.

15. What are your writing strengths? Smut, lol. Quirky, bantery dialogue. Making @hgejfmw-hgejhsf cry (complimentary, I think??).

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing multichapter WIPs. 😐 Outlining -- I'm very much a "do what the characters want to do" sort of writer.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'm generally down if I have a reputable source for any translation! I speak English and German fluently, but when it comes to Alex's Spanish in my RWRB fic, for example, I rely heavily on online lexicons and people who actually speak the language natively.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? Nope, not even thinking about other fandoms because I go where the dopamine goes, and I don't want to redirect the dopamine before I finish the fics on my Big Giant List.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Written and published? Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come [Red, White & Royal Blue, rated E, 30.8k words]. Written and not published? The Big Giant AU [Red, White & Royal Blue, rated E, wordcount still growing].

Want to play along? Blank version below!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

7. Do you write crossovers?

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

15. What are your writing strengths?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

[repressedqueen]

(belated) Wip tag game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Bucktommy

I hardly know you—but sometimes things are so transparent (posted-multichapter)

Buddie

Epic Binds (posted- multichapter)

I'd chose you over anyone

nightmare- established Buddie

maybe a new Buddie fic

Marvel-Bucky Barnes

Unexpected (posted- multichapter)

Tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 💕💕

( I am very late and most people must have done this already, so feel free to ignore the tags) @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @coal15 @bewilderedbuckley @bidisasterevankinard @gayhoediaz

[illicien]

Projects

Okay time to do a collection of my fucking List I guess. This is for me. But also for anyone who wants to harass me and ask how far along another project is. Bah. Organized from most likely to be done to least likely tbh. This'll just be a post I keep editing with new info.

If you want the finished stuff:

WinterBaron Fics Here IronStrangeFrost-adjacent Fics Here

Third Time's the Charm

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: "Counting On It" A/B/O Finale (unless I write that EKO-Scorpion/Zemo bit I've had in my head, but that's in the same universe rather than a necessary part of the series) Length: 2/5

Summary:

When an absence of Zemo for their infiltration missions results in injuries, Bucky puts his foot down and makes it clear that they do actually need his help and whatever's keeping the man locked up in the RAFT needs to be dealt with.

Of course, that means it's time for him to make some serious changes, and figure out how to explain his feelings.

The Devil is a Gentleman (working title)

Rating: E Ship: Hydra!Steve/WS!Bucky/Zemo Key Points: It's just this that I'm blaming on Winter Length: One-Shot

Summary:

(this will exist properly when I decide whose PoV this'll be in.)

HS/"Mafia" AU (working title)

Rating: M-E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: WinterBaron meeting in High School, separated by circumstances and reunited as very different men. Length: Multichapter & Series

Summary:

(This'll be two long ass fics and I'm not ready to summarize this one any more than I did in the key points tbh.)

War Child (Series Title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Young Zemo. Secretary Barnes. Length: One-Shot Series

Summary:

The Sokovian Gov't needs assistance in its ongoing civil war, and Heinrich might just be able to make a deal with someone in the U.S. Gov't to assist.

Move With Glory (working title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: War-prize Bucky as a part of EKO-Scorpion; semi-fantasy setting. Length: Unknown

Summary:

Having recently won the war against Winterlund, the Queen of Sokovia has granted her cousin, Colonel Zemo, his pick of the prisoners of war as a prize for his 'rehabilitation project'.

Black Jewels AU (working title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince Bucky aids a jewel-broken Purple Dusk Warlord Zemo, and now he can't quite get rid of him Length: One-Shot

Summary:

Warlord Princes are frightening enough without being a recently released one with a known history of violence. However, there's something about a rather bold little Warlord who has decided this particular Warlord Prince might not be as violent as people have made him out to be.

Trouble Is A Friend Of Mine (working title)

Rating: M (for violence more likely than smut tbh) Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Dead Dove 'selling' of Zemo to track a group that goes WHOOPSY SIDEWAYS. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

As the only one of them with a built-in tracker - courtesy of the RAFT - and a long history of infiltration, it's decided that sending Zemo into the hornet's nest is the best way to find the nest itself. When that tracker fails them, a question must be asked: did Zemo plan his escape, or is he in more danger than they prepared for?

All The Ways I Died (working title)

Rating: T-M (undecided) Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: It's Hanahaki Disease with Zemo. That's it. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

Zemo's fucking pissed to realize that he's in love with someone again; he'd ignore it, if it wasn't literally killing him.

Seeing Double (working title)

Rating: M-E Ship: WinterBaron (maybe WinterStrange, too, we're undecided babes) Key Points: TWO BUCKY FOR THE PRICE OF ONE HEADACHE. Length: One-Shot

Summary:

The multiverse opening up has resulted in a wide assortment of undesirable things. When one of those things involves Sam, Bucky, and Zemo finding themselves a still brainwashed Bucky Barnes, it's time to go have a talk with a wizard sorcerer.

Hunter's Moon (Series Title)

Rating: E Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Hunter x Werewolf, knotting, general supernatural chaos Length: One-Shot Series

Summary:

Zemo is a hunter of all things supernatural, and when he captures Bucky his intention is to find out where the rest of Bucky's pack is - unfortunately, Bucky has no pack, and Zemo just doesn't believe that. It means he'll have to keep him around until the full moon comes calling - or the pack does.

To The Victors

Rating: M Ship: WinterBaron Key Points: Charity event to rebuild Novi Grad after the fall of the Avengers? :3 Length: One-Shot

Summary:

(why did I decide to put summaries on any of these, I hate writing summaries...)