#stevebucky x oc

[beefromanoff]

Tempting Fate Masterlist

growing up in Brooklyn, Steve and Bucky knew a girl that nearly tore their friendship apart. Genevieve was beautiful, enigmatic, tempting. they made a pact never to let another girl come between them again. now, decades later, Tony Stark has brought a new lead engineer to Stark Industries.

she's beautiful, brilliant, and the spitting image of her grandmother.

as Evie pursues what, and who she wants, Steve and Bucky have to decide if their pact should hold up, or if it's time to give into temptation.

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[project-063]

Parental Stucky sneak peek from my fic? Yes please! 

Tw: for references to child abuse / neglect and violence. Some swearing.

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Tonight was just getting stranger. Bucky and Steve had dinner together a lot when they were in the same place, so that wasn’t new. But the quiet girl staring at her plate like it might eat her, well, that kinda was.

“Do you like chicken?” Steve asked Lydia kindly. She showed little interest in the leftover takeout Steve and Bucky were eating, so they gave her some chicken strips and berries. Sure, it was a childish meal, but bland and simple enough they hoped she might eat it.

Lydia looked up at Steve, she looked so nervous, it was honestly heartbreaking.

“I don’t know.”

Steve smiled kindly, “why don’t you try it?”

Her eyes flickered back to the food. She looked absolutely miserable.

“It’s good for you.” Bucky tried, speaking rather gruffly. He wasn’t used to this strange girl yet, unsure how to interact with her without scaring her off.

She blinked, her expression somewhat blank.

“You have to eat something, you’ve barely had anything for who knows how long.” He prompted.

She looked hesitantly at him “well, that’s okay. I mean, I don’t think I really used to eat much anyways. Just when I was good.”

It was at this point Bucky excused himself from the table.

He faintly heard Lydia ask “is Bucky okay?” as he walked into the living room. 

He took a deep breath. He really wanted to punch someone. HYDRA was a bunch of assholes, if he could get his hands on whoever hurt this girl…

Eventually he calmed down enough to not entirely want to put his fist through a wall and went back to the kitchen, though he didn’t sit down. Not yet. 

He wanted to try one more thing to get her to eat.

Following some searching Bucky found a few bags of fruit snacks. Where they had come from, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember he or Steve ever eating such a snack, but it seemed appropriate for Lydia. So he grabbed one of the small bags and brought it back to the table.

Lydia looked up at him, nervously not meeting his eyes.

He held out the bag, “here, kid. You can have these, if you want.”

She hesitantly took the package from his hand. There was baited silence when Bucky and Steve both watched her, hoping.

And after a moment, and perhaps it was just because she had to figure out how to open the bag, she tore it open and hesitantly popped one of the gummy snacks into her mouth, her eyes lighting up somewhat. 

She looked up at Bucky, “thank you.”

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[twistedpixie77]

Don’t Stop Believin’ - Chapter 1

AKA — A Stucky x OC Soulmate AU

In a world where roughly half the population receive a single soul mark on their sixteenth birthday, T.J. Archer is the exception—she has two. With nothing but the limited context of the words supernaturally etched on the inside of each wrist, she can't find it in herself to believe in happy endings.

When Steve comes out of the ice, he's still heartbroken over Bucky's fall. When he discovers the new soulmark etched on his skin, the only emotion he can name is rage. He doesn't want a new soulmate—he wants Bucky. Yet, despite his best efforts to pretend she doesn't exist, T.J.'s easygoing manner intrigues him and they form a shaky friendship.

After the Winter Soldier pulls Steve from the Potomac, he meets a woman who shows him kindness despite him nearly killing the man she loves. Bucky knows nothing except that these two idiots mean everything to him—even if he doesn't completely understand why yet.

Author’s note: This is an epically slow burn longfic filled with angst and flawed characters, but it’s guaranteed to have a happy (eventual) ending. Steve is a stubborn ass for several chapters — emphasis on *ass*, but he eventually figures it out and starts to make amends. Also, updates are slow because I’m in grad school for my MBA and I work full time, but I do try to write as often as I can. I also adore comments from readers and answer all of them so please let me know if you enjoy it! 💙

[1u11ablues]

Think With Your Heart, Feel With Your Brain(StuckyxOC)

Summary: Lilith gets invited to the facility.

WC: 1.7k

Chapter 2: Invitation

It has been quite the productive week so far. Lilith's group had been booked full the last two weeks. Some days, she even had back-to-back events to go to. Apparently, even adults like magic shows. 

To celebrate, she decided to take the day off today and treat herself to a meal at a place she frequents, just two blocks away from hers. It's just a family-owned diner, but they have some of the best burgers and fries that she always finds herself craving when she has extra money to spend.

Upon entering, she bee-lined straight to the end of the diner, sitting at her usual place in the corner away from foot traffic. The waitress on shift approached her with her notebook and pen in hand, a bright smile plastered on her face, making her look more youthful than she probably was. 

"Hello Lil," the waitress greets her, "the usual?"

Lilith presses her mouth and nods, trying to emulate the smile, but could never manage to. "Can I also have a strawberry milkshake, please?" She requested, voice quieter than she intended. 

The waitress—her name is Mel—smiled as she wrote Lilith's order in her notebook. "Sure thing. What's the occasion?"

"Just a pleasant week." She replied, keeping her eyes on the notebook instead of her face. The staff here has always been friendly to her, even if she can't quite return the same amount of warmth back, so the only way for her to repay the kindness is to tip a little more than usual.

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Halfway through eating her burger, the bell at the diner door rings, making her flinch, but she continues eating as she reads an ebook from her phone. She was so absorbed in the story that she didn't pay attention to the two figures approaching her. Who they are. From her periphery, they were just another customer. Until a file plopped down on her table. It jarred her so much that she was about to shoot those rude people with a glare, only to stop halfway as she noticed that it's Captain America. Next to him stood James Barnes, who she recently met while grocery shopping.

"Hi, magic," James waved as he sat down opposite you. Captain America took a seat beside him, and all she could do was take in how broad their shoulders were, stretching beyond the backs of the chair. She shifted in her seat. Is she in trouble? And why is James Barnes calling her magic?

Pulling away the plate and her phone from the file that's taking up the majority of the table space, she asked, "Can I help you?"

"I'm Steve, he's Bucky," Steve points at both him and J—Bucky, pushing the file towards her as he asks "Lilith Hemlock. Can you confirm if this is you?"

Atop it sat the flyer she designed to promote the magic show she and her friends are doing. It took all three of them to come up with the design, and they decided to go for a crude illustration of a hand, pulling a rabbit out of a top hat to appeal to younger audiences.

"Yes, this is me. Were you looking to book a slot?" Next week's slots are still fairly empty, just two events on Thursday and Saturday, so if these men were looking to see her show, who is she to decline?

"Well, that depends on what kind of magic we get to see," Bucky replied, the smirk on his face giving him a boyish charm.

"Buck, don't flirt with our potential recruit." Steve chastised him, and she fought to hold in a smile, watching as Bucky pressed his lips in a tight line and nodded, reminiscent of kids getting scolded by their teachers. "Right. Sorry."

So he was flirting. That solved the questions from way before. It made her feel….good. She can never tell if someone is flirting or just being nice, and she wished—wait.

"What do you mean 'potential recruit'?" She questioned, sitting up straight when that information settled into her brain. Her gaze slid down to the file, and she just now notices that it bore a big S.H.I.E.L.D print on it. S.H.I.E.L.D has a file. On her. She reached out to flip it open, looking at both Steve and Bucky for permission to look through it. When Steve nodded, she proceeded to flip through, and her jaw dropped at the amount of information they had on her. Front to back, down to her birth. If they had followed her this tightly, why was she not approached then?

"Why now?" She spoke. Her brain is racing too fast for her to string complete sentences together. Luckily, they got what she was trying to say.

"Bucky was under the impression that it's unwise to let a rogue telekinetic run around without training."

"And we can always use another member on our team." Bucky added right after Steve. Rogue telekinetic…. She shook her head. The way they say it makes it sound like she was going around torturing animals or something. Plus, it's not like she wanted to join and then have them assigned her death missions every other day. Sensing her hesitation, Steve reassured, "the fighting, saving people, we understand that it's not for everyone." Bucky looked at him, then back to her, biting his lips and nodding in a show of agreeing. Lilith hates confrontation. So she sat there just listening, staying quiet, letting them do most of the talking. It's not like it's an unpleasant experience, though. She found herself really enjoying Steve's tone and cadence when he speaks, as if he's trying to soothe her.

"Look until we can figure out if you're safe—to yourself and others—why don't you come live at the facility for the time being?" Her mouth opened to decline, before Bucky interjected, "Everything is provided. Food, accommodations, transportation. You won't have to spend any money except for your own indulgences."

It sounded too good to be true. It sounded like a vacation. Did she have a choice?

"What if I declined?" 

Steve gives Bucky a look as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "We can't guarantee that more…. Hostile people won't take you. Trust us when we say this is as much for your safety as it is for the public." That made more sense. Being used by worse people is less ideal compared to their offer, and if they have this much information on her, who's to know she won't be forced to choose the same for more evil individuals and organisations? Plus, she's always looking to learn more about being a telekinetic. There's only so much books and the internet can provide her with. A stable and safe environment to train and learn, freely provided….it'd be foolish not to take it, right?

But, she's not keen on the idea of having to fight.

"Will I need to learn how to fight?" She questioned, hands busy fidgeting with the flyer.

"Not much beyond self-protection, your choice. We highly encourage you to attend the self-protection course, though. It's held for civilians too, every Saturday. But if you want private lessons, we can arrange that for you."

The only reason she's even considering this is because she had years of savings in her account—courtesy of multiple jobs and a frugal lifestyle—and is really looking forward to a month-long rest. Assuming that it'll take her that long to convince them that she's as harmless as a dove.

Normally, big decisions require a notebook, pen, and ample time for her to figure out the pros and cons of it. She felt…a pull, screaming at her to say yes, but she's curious if that's just her body and hormones begging her to agree to go with the two big attractive men to possibly live with them and other equally strong people. Maybe it's worth it to give in to the impulse now and then.

"Shit. Okay."

"Is that a yes?" Bucky asks, leaning deeper towards her, knocking down the glass of milkshake by his side. With a thought, she righted its position before it managed to spill down her shirt. No embarrassing displays allowed today.

"Yes," she replied before drinking the last of her milkshake.

"Good," Steve continued, "We'll send someone to help you move." 

They stood, hands stretched out to exchange handshakes as if they were making a shady deal in a dark alleyway.

"And doll, now that we'll be seeing more of each other, you can call me Bucky." He quipped, winking at her before he left with Steve.

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"Did you just want her recruited so you could hit on her?" Steve questioned Bucky as soon as they left the diner. The change in atmosphere is jarring, especially to his super soldier senses. It was warmer inside. 

When Bucky suggested someone they could add to the team, Steve presumed that this someone has some kind of record, something he could dig into, to figure out the level of danger they pose. The last thing he expected was to be met with a cute girl who's all kinds of shy.

"No—okay, maybe a little. She's cute, right? All that shy is making me think the unholiest thought—"

"Jesus, Buck, stop thinking with your dick for a minute." He chided, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He had known Bucky for so long, knew his appetite and had often been on the receiving(and giving) end of it. Whatever it is Bucky was thinking, none of it is good.

"Okay,okay, it can't be that bad, right? I mean, she could live at the facility for free and train. Let's just see how things turn out. Maybe she'll make a great addition to the team." Bucky says, trying to justify his intentions like he's guilty of something.

Bucky tends to fall into these short obsessive patterns over someone, although it rarely ever ends well. In the end, he either got his heart broken, or lost feelings, and it's always going to be up to Steve to fuck him out of it.

"Just don't do anything drastic, Buck. She seemed reserved. Fuck, do you even know if she's interested in you? I don't want a repeat of last time." Steve reminded him.

The end of his last relationship was so hard on him that he stopped going out for a month. Steve didn't want something like that to happen again. He loved Bucky too much to see him suffer.

"I'll take it slow. Don't worry, Steve. I'll only pursue her if she wants to be pursued, okay?"

Steve sighs, pulling Bucky in to kiss him by the temple.

Chapter 1

[szynkaaa]

feel free to ignore this if you’re not into stevebucky, but timeless by taylor swift is so stevebucky coded!!! or just plain bucky coded (sorry i just wanted to scream about it with someone who is a fellow swiftie and bucky fan)

no omg you are absolutely right!!!! It is stucky coded but also just Bucky in general, I'm a major Bucky x OC shipper so whenever this song comes on I just think about Bucky and any OCs he is being shipped with and I just love Taylor and Bucky so much ;__;

[xvnqsb]

of stardust and space. masterlist. [ON HIATUS]

of stadust and space. a steve rogers and bucky barnes and female!oc fanfiction.

IN WHICH emptiness and murder was all she knew, pulling the trigger and wiping the crimson from her skin. until justice and revenge flooded her veins, fingers no longer touched triggers and others caressed her skin.

WARNINGS: descriptions of torture, violence, death, anxiety, ptsd, suicidal thoughts and actions, mentions and descriptions of human trafficking, sex trafficking, child trafficking, cursing, smut, polygamy, male x male scenes, male x female scenes.

chapters below the cut.

______ act one . _______

soulmates pt. 1

the fight, the escape, the punishment

praises and promises

rescue missions and raging fire

choice

telepaths and the tesseract

who knew our faces had so much blood?

PLAYLISTS. (links dont work atm. playlists are privated)

of stardust and space. ☇ all songs from all playlists put in one.

lilah and bucky. ✧ my raging fire.

lilah and steve. ☁︎ love is so foreign, yet when you speak, it's all i hear.

lilah, steve, and bucky. ☾ the world would come crashing down, the sky could be falling, and all i would be praying for is you.

lilah and jonah. ☈ you were always hydra's favorite.

lilah stark. ☪︎ what god would make such a colossal mistake?

steve rogers ♡ when the earth trembles, all i see is you.

bucky barnes ❦ i'm not worth it, i'm nothing more than a monster.

stevebucky ☙ you don't get it! when i'm on that battlefield, all i think about is you!

[thefallennightmare]

Ménage à Trois-Three

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.

A/N: y'all I'm sorry but this chapter is straight filth. So be prepared. I don't think there's going to be smut in every chapter because knowing how I write my stories, I have to have some plot and angst, right? Tags are open!

Tags: @matisse030502 @buckystevelove @floral-recs @inlovewithametalarm

Birds chirping from the outside echoed throughout the apartment as I busied myself tidying up. It was Sunday which meant that after Bucky returned from church with his mom and sister, we would spend the day relaxing in our apartment together. The two of us.

Sometimes I would tag along to church with them but after last night, I didn’t feel exactly all that holy.

Flash images of Steve and I together came to mind, and I could feel myself immediately blush. Once we had finished, Steve slowly got himself dressed while I opted to stay in bed, watching his every movement. I sighed, seeing the small bones protrude from his back when he bent over to tie his shoes, and knew that even after the night we had together, he would continue to doubt his small stature.

“Is this going to make things awkward between us?”

I shrugged my shoulders at his question. “I think if we only allow it to be.”

Bucky offered to walk Steve home, even if he lived around the block from us. He was protective of the people he loved, and he had seen Steve get beat up one too many times in the alley behind our apartment complex.

By the time Bucky had returned home last night, I was fast asleep, the aftermath taking over my body. Even in a dark slumber, I felt Bucky cover my naked body with a blanket and he left a soft kiss on the top of my head. And by the time I woke up this morning, he had already left for church.

Which meant we never had a chance to discuss last night.

With a deep sigh, I began making lunch for us, knowing that Bucky would be hungry the second he walked in the door; he always was.

“Something smells good in here.”

His voice rang through my ears which caused a small smile to pull at the corners of my mouth. Bucky was dressed in his usual expensive suit, and I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, suddenly filled with desire to take it off.

“It’s only sandwiches,” I giggled.

“Well then, it must be you doll,” Bucky winked before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“How’s your ma and Rebecca doing?”

He nodded while taking the plate I extended towards him. “They’re good. They miss you.”

I smiled at the thought of them. They always welcomed me with open arms the second Bucky and I started dating and I even teased him that they loved me more than him.

With my own plate in my hand, I sat next to him on the couch and we both ate in silence, letting whatever was playing on the television engulf our attention. Truthfully, I was almost dreading the conversation because of what happened last night. Even if Bucky was acting the same around me, I was unsure if it would change when I told him how it was last night.

Once finished, I went to set our plates in the sink, but Bucky’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Are we going to talk about last night?”

I placed the plates on the counter with a sigh before turning back towards him. He was leaning against the couch, arm draped over the back of it. His legs were spread wide, an indication that he was relaxed.

I, however, was not.

“Do you want to?” I shrugged.

“I feel as if you’re scared to talk about it so I’m wondering if Steve did something,” Bucky said.

I quickly shook my head. “No, Steve was perfect last night.”

His brow raised. “Really? Perfect?”

“Not like that, well yes. But not better than you. Oh, gosh I’m rambling,” I groaned while covering my face with my hands.

“Y/N, look at me.”

Slowly I lowered my hands but gasped at what I saw. Bucky had shed himself of his jacket and dress shirt, it being tossed into a pile on the ground, and his bare torso glistened in the summer heat. His belt was gone as well, the button and zipper undone on his pants.

He motioned me over with a hook of his finger and I obliged, straddling his hips. His large hands wrapped around my back to pull me closer to him, both of us jerking against one another.

“Bucky,” I whined, suddenly needing to feel him inside of me.

He ignored my pleas.

“Was he good?” He questioned.

I chewed on my lip, afraid to answer.

“I won’t be upset, doll. This was my idea.”

Looking into his eyes, I realized that he was more turned on than upset so I answered with a nod. Bucky hummed, hands gripping my hips.

“Did he do the thing you like?”

Knowing what he meant, I rapidly nodded which seemed to please Bucky because I felt his hand snake up underneath my skirt, fingers slowly ghosting over the now wet spot in my panties. I whined at him.

“Did he cum in this pretty little mouth?” Bucky bit my bottom lip.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“Did he?” He repeated the question.

I answered with a nod.

He hummed again and I was unsure if that meant he was happy or upset.

I let out a loud moan when I finally felt the pad of his thumb start working on my sweetest spot, rubbing deep slow circles. My head dipped low, wanting to catch his lips in a kiss, but Bucky held back.

“How did he taste?”

“Bucky,” I hesitated to answer.

Which only made his actions on my clit seize.

“If you refuse to answer the questions, I stop pleasing you, understand?” His voice came out low, almost in a growl.

Whatever this moment was between us, it was quickly turning me on so in order to make him continue on, I answered with a nod.

“Good. Steve tasted so fucking good,” I breathed into the crook of his neck.

Bucky resumed his action and I bit at the skin of his neck, hoping he would get the hint to keep going. My release was so close. The head of his cock pressed deep through his briefs onto my soaked panties and I grasped at Bucky’s arms, trying to pull him closer.

“Do you know what I did out here last night?”

I shook my head at his question so he continued. “Hearing you two fuck, I couldn’t help but touch myself. I came all over my hand, I had to use the blanket to clean up.”

I couldn’t even be upset at the fact that he used one of our nice blankets to clean off his cock last night, the mere thought was enough to bring me over the edge. I came hard, spilling myself all over Bucky’s fingers.

“That’s my good girl. I need to taste you,” Bucky mused, bringing his fingers to his lips and slowly licked them clean.

I watched in arousal through my post climax haze and knew that he wasn’t finished with me yet.

“Lay down,” he motioned towards the couch.

With my back now on the couch, Bucky towered over me and quickly shed me of my skirt and shirt. He stared down at my bare breast, licking his lips at the sight, and quickly found my perky mound. His teeth bit down hard before soothing the slight pain with his tongue. I became a mess of moans under his touch.

Bucky hooked a finger into the line of my panties and dragged them down my legs, tossing them to the floor. His middle finger slipped through my folds and I clawed at the muscles on his back.

With his face nuzzled into my neck, he nipped and sucked at my skin to leave a mark; almost proving to anyone who already didn’t know that I was his.

“Bucky,” I whined while pressing my hips into him. “It’s not fair.”

I pulled at his pants that he continued to wear.

“Someone is eager,” he chuckled.

“More like impatient,” I retorted while trying to pull at his pants.

Bucky tsked as he pulled away from my neck and shed his dress pants and briefs. I finally basked in his naked form, letting out a low purr of satisfaction.

He leaned an arm on the arm rest above my head and looked deep into my eyes.

“What do you want?”

“Bucky, please,” I begged.

I was over the talking, I needed to feel his cock inside me; now.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, the head of his cock ghosting over my slick folds.

“Oh, fuck me already Barnes,” I groaned.

“Anything for you, doll.”

With a hard snap of his hips, Bucky slipped his cock into me, my walls immediately clamping down around him. The first few thrusts were slow and steady, nothing like what I was used to with him. His lips ghosted over mine and I tried my best to reach them, wanting to devour them.

“Did you not get enough last night, doll?”

Bucky’s question came out in a mess of grunts when I gripped his hips, trying to force him into going faster. With one of his large hands, he pinned both of mine above my head and finally gave me what I wanted. His hips moved at a brutal pace and I huffed along with each hard thrust. The pad of his thumb found my nub and started pressing slow circles against it.

My toes curled at the pleasure I felt spill through me.

“Harder. Faster,” I panted. “Please.”

Bucky’s free hand gripped my throat, forcing me to look up into his eyes; my own almost rolling to the back of my head with how dominant he was. I was climbing closer and closer to the peak of release, it being so close.

“Do I need to have Steve come back to fuck you again? Maybe I should join to give him some more pointers. You’re such a filthy slut that I bet you would love having the both of us.”

The straight filth that spilled from Bucky was exactly what I needed to climb over the awaiting release, euphoria washing over me, and I screamed out his name. My nails crawled at the skin of his arms, trying to hold on to him as I rode out the rest of my second orgasm.

Bucky’s pace didn’t let up even if I had finished. One arm snaked around my back to lift me into his lap, both of our lips attacking each other. I pressed my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste every single inch. No matter how many times we kissed, he tasted different each time.

This time I tasted the beer he had with his lunch, along with a faint taste of my own juices from when I spilled onto him from my earlier climax.

“Bucky, I can’t,” I moaned.

Sweat caused my hair to stick to my forehand and I tried to move it away but he held my hands behind my back.

“Yes you can, doll. I know you have one more for me,” he praised in my ear, nibbling on my lobe.

I was exhausted, unable to speak, so I shook my head.

Bucky continued to rut up into me, the tip of his cock slamming against my walls. I hissed at slight pain but knew that within seconds, the pain would subside being replaced with sheer desire.

“How can you take both Steve and I if you can’t last more than two?,” Bucky asked. “You need to learn to take it all.”

My head rolled back, exposing the skin of my neck to him, and Bucky attached to it. His teeth left a hard mark but eased the pain with his tongue. With one hand holding mine behind my back still, the other pinched and pulled at my nipple.

Without warning, I washed over him with my third orgasm, my pussy walls clenching around his hard cock. My lips parted, a silent moan fell from them.

“That’s a good girl,” Bucky praised. “Now let me fill you up.”

“No condom,” I muttered with a low voice.

He had heard me, however, because after a spew of curses, Bucky lifted me off of him and back onto the couch. With his large hand over his cock, he milked himself a few times before finally spilling himself all over my stomach.

“Shit,” he groaned, slowly pumping himself now to enjoy every last part of his orgasm.

Once finished, Bucky collapsed on top of me and buried his face in my neck. My fingers quickly found his hair and began running through it. Our breaths filled the now silent apartment as we both eased into each other.

“Buck?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, exhaustion clear in his voice.

We both were tired, ready for a long nap, but I needed to know if he had meant what he said about Steve or if it was a tactic he used to get me off.

As I was about to ask, his light snores filled my ears and I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful he looked. I left a small kiss to his forehead and reached for the blanket that somehow managed to stay on the back of the couch and draped it over both of our naked bodies.

My question could wait till later.

[blackjackmagi83]

Criminal Behavior (2)

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Masterlist

WC: 1.8k

Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character-

Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?

Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.

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Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♡

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“You know you’re meant to smile darling, a glare like that will make our guests feel unwelcome.” 

Rose looked as close to the part as she was comfortable but felt like a naked mannequin on display in a clothing store. Adorned in an all lace lingerie, a deep burgundy to contrast the fairness of her skin, with a short see through rhinestone gown for added coverage in certain areas. Black stilettos bit at her toes with every step making it feel as if she was walking on glass with bare soles. 

“There's a reason that smiling isn't on my resume Nat."

It had been only an hour on her third shift of the week at the club and nothing but misery and expensive booze had come out of it. The men on her radar had yet to make an appearance forcing her patience to simmer. Something she’s never had a lot of to begin with.

After the opening speech, Rose had skimmed the perimeter as she tried not to stumble over her newly found height, coming to only retired billionaires and black market smugglers. The bar seemed to be the best place to lavish in fancy drinks without a wrinkled hand skimming her inner thighs. She already tried that approach to blend in, only to come seconds into punching the creep. Reflexes she had yet to tame fully. Natasha made sure to scorn her the entire night for that mess she had to clean. 

“It is now so learn it fast, you have a new client awaiting your attention.” 

Crystal baby blue eyes were skimming over her in lustful interest, polished fingers running through silky blonde hair as they struggled to control their thoughts at their attention being noticed. 

“Don’t make the Captain wait too long.”, Natasha's sultry voice whispered as she reached for a mint from the glass bowl beside the detective.

Rose shot a hidden glare beneath the laced mask that traced her eyes as she pushed off the stool. Razor sharp tingles migrated from her feet, up her legs as she glided across the room. He could wait a little longer, let his patience brew as much as he did to hers. It seemed only fair. 

His eyes never left hers, watching as her fingers danced upon the backs of the furniture she passed with elegant grace. Years of fight training and marathons with criminals had done her well in speaking of the shape of her body. Short with curves that melted in the hips with legs as penetrable as steel, the heels adding to the definition of the muscles as they strut. 

Dressed in a black, suffocating almost, fitted dress shirt with dark gray dress pants to match made him scream with young money against the veterans that surrounded him in their dusty suits. A diamond encrusted watch wrapped possessively around his wrist, sparkling when the light reflected against it just right. 

“You certainly know how to keep a man waiting.” 

He was right there. Sitting with his legs spread in invitation as a cigar hung loosely between his fingers. Waiting for her to accept with little consideration. He could wait a little longer.

Her gaze remained on him as her hand trailed up his thigh and chest, smirking at the way he twitched at her touch, until she reached the cigar, “I liked watching you squirm.”, her lips circled the filtered end, welcoming the warmth that filled her mouth before letting it fall against his face as she exhaled.

Arms enclosed around her frame before she could blink, seating her across his thighs with one hand under her butt while the other gripped at her thigh. A breathy gasp escaped her best efforts as he kneaded the plump smooth flesh, the muscles that built his massive frame tensing against her. She swore he moaned under his breath.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”   

Detective Phillips and you’re under arrest.

His eyes were so perceptive, watching her every move like a hawk watching its prey. They were laced with the sadness she had seen in the photo but he hid it well. Anybody would look past it, too shy from the intense charm that oozed off of him but Rose saw right past it. Anxiety lurked forward at the idea of having such similarities with someone like him. 

Her fingers picked at the baby hairs along the back of his neck, taking the distractive thoughts away, “Whatever you want it to be honey.” 

His thumb played with her lips, running the pad of it over the glossed bottom, “I’m not too sure if sweetheart is fitting. You seem like trouble to me.”

He had no idea what was in store for him.

Wet warmth dragged along the digit, storm clouds meeting the rising tide with a playful glint. She already had the charmer wrapped around her web, squirming in the sticky threads. It’s almost too easy. 

“What’s life without a little trouble?” 

Rose awoke to the phone ringing on the bedside table. Stupid place to put it, she’ll have to put it in the hallway to avoid these rude interruptions now that her sleep schedule shifted. 

Only one person would dare to bother her at an early hour on a day off. Rose internally groaned at the possibilities of what he could want. 

A hand fumbled from under the covers, lazily picking up the receiver, grumbling 'leave me alone' before hanging up and closing her eyes again. She didn't have enough energy nor patience to deal with anyone, especially him . She had barely slept after arriving home, her mind too focused on the man that occupied her shift. 

"How much to take you out for a bit? Price doesn't matter."

Rose coiled in distaste internally, trying to keep the seductive blink steady, "Sorry honey, I'm not for sale." 

His eyes watched her leave with burning want, remaining on her figure until he disappeared into the shadows once more.

Memories of goldilocks and his hands clouded her vision as sleep began to take over, her body melting into the mattress and navy comforter. That is until the phone rang with vengeance, seeming louder against the peaceful silence that was created moments prior. 

"I said leave me alone, I'm busy." 

"Drooling over your pillow and sleeping in till one in the afternoon doesn’t count as busy sunshine." Stark's sarcastic voice sang through her ears earning another unflattering groan from her.

"Hmm no thanks. It's my day off so I can sleep all I want." 

Failed attempts to control his breathing huffed through the receiver with an irritating crackle, "If you don't come in then I'm giving your position away to Martin and we know just how much you love him." 

Martin O’ Donaley. Just thinking of his name gave Rose a bad taste in her mouth. He was the head vice detective before she was promoted and he hasn't let go of the 'fact' that she 'stole' his position. He loved making accusations that she slept with the chief in order to get promoted instead of putting in real work like he supposedly did. Unfortunately, most believed him over the evidence she provided and she despised his existence for it. 

"I hate you." She hung up before he could get another word in, slamming her head against the pillows a couple times before getting out of bed. It better be worth it.

Rose had arrived at the station per Chief Starks request an hour later. She made sure to take her sweet time, taking an additional five minutes to present herself in orderly fashion and even brewed a fresh pot of coffee in the staff lounge before making her way up to his office. Much to her surprise, he wasn't the slightest bit annoyed with her. In fact, he was thrilled to see her disapproving glare. 

"Sunshine! Glad to see you alive and well." He clapped, beaming down at her. The fakest she’s seen him since the award ceremony last year.

Rose gave him a deadpan stare as she sat in one of his chairs, resting her heels on the desk with a thud. But the scuff that appeared didn’t falter the cheshire grin. It deeply concerned her with suspicion, "You aren't telling me something."

The fa��ade dropped instantly, the normal grim stare returning to her relief, "Yeah, I kind of needed an excuse to get you out of your apartment so my team could get to work."

The leather chair squeaked in protest as the weight became unbalanced, hands gripping the arm rests tightly as she leaned forward, "What did you do?"

A faint sigh left him as he relaxed in his chair, rubbing at his jaw tenderly, his eyes barely meeting hers, "I have a team rearranging your apartment as we speak. Before you jump over this desk and strangle me, let me finish first." He paused, waiting for her to settle back in the chair again, "The minute you make any form of contact with Barnes, he'll have already sent Wilson there, probably bug the place while he's at it. I needed to make sure it matched your cover and that you were safe against them. Can't lose my best detective now can I?" 

Rose tried to contain her annoyance, it was procedure for the case at hand and was for her own protection. A small sacrifice of privacy for the better. The anger she had felt building had now diminished. She knew the chief cared regardless of her attitude towards him at times and she appreciated it. She just would never admit it out loud. She'd never live it down until she was ten feet under. 

She gave him a genuine smile, "You'd certainly be lost without me."

The little moment they had passed as quick as it came as he placed a stack of photos on the desk, "As you can see, Rogers has been spotted out and about-”

Rose interrupted, grabbing at the photos with little interest, “Yes I’ve already met prince charming.” 

Stark was speechless, debating if his ears had tricked him again, “I’m sorry?” 

She shrugged, throwing the stack back on the center desk, “He was at the club last night. Romanoff confirmed him before I approached.” Stark raised his brows and waved his hand pressing her to continue, “Well for one, I think he’s an ass man with the way he-”

His face revolted and shook his head frantically, his face reddening by two shades, “And you didn’t think to call me? Wilson could’ve been there while you slept!”

“Didn’t think it’d be enough to bring it up, not yet at least. You know me chief, I like a decent amount of evidence before I present it to you. Helps build a solid case, basic logic.”

“Don’t be a smartass Phillips, this could ruin or make the whole case." A spark of realization struck him, "You need to pursue this until Barnes gets involved. Honestly, fuck both of them for what it’s worth, kill two birds with one stone if that’s what it takes.” The beaming smile returned to her dismay, “Barnes is still M.I.A for now so your next task is to lock onto Rogers until the hermit comes out. Maybe this scandal will draw his attention. He’s been spotted at the diner near the club during the early afternoon before the lunch rush. Keep me updated this time, got it? Good, now get out. I have the senator coming for a meeting at any moment.” 

Rose remained silent through his blabbering, awaiting his finish before responding with a low salute before standing, “Aye yi Chief.”

Now how did she want to approach this task? Her brain was going a mile a minute as she descended to the main floor, thinking of the thousands of scenarios that could occur if she had a run in with Rogers in appropriate attire. Should she act normal? Flirty? No, that’d be too much of a giveaway. Surely he’d recognize her as the woman of mystery from the night before if she acted in the same manner. A frustrated growl shook her lips. This was completely out of her league, having little pushing towards no experience in this undercover scenario before. She was used to acting as both buyer and dealer, busting out the big guns when the time was appropriate before the big arrest, case closed. She never imagined a cover quite like this, it was becoming more and more tedious as it went on.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the one person she truly wished to strangle till they stopped breathing. Dramatic? Yes. Completely the truth though? Yes.

“So how does it feel going from top detective to being some cheap whore?” Rose halted abruptly, her heels skidding against the epoxy flooring.

Strike 1.

“Excuse me, did you say something fat ass? Oh sorry, I almost forgot that wasn’t your name, Martin .” Her foot was tapping irritably, jaw tensed to the point of locking.

Martin O’ Donaley was a heavy set grease ball. Stout as a ball of oil soaked twine, with an attitude as revolting as hot dog shit melting on the pavement. A real thorn in everyone’s side if they weren’t so far up his ass, too frightened to get the same treatment as her.

She watched as he took a daring step towards her, a cocky grin lifted nearly up to his eyeballs, “You heard me clear as day baby.”  

Strike 2. Will he knock it out of the park or will he go for that final strike? Let’s see folks.

Eyes narrowed to pin points on his reaching hands, “I bet you like all the attention you get. A real dirty girl you are to let a stranger do those things to you all for the sake of a case. Lucky guys.” Sweaty fingers trailed along her hip, a nasty stain left in their trail, “Maybe you wouldn't mind if I took a spin too?” 

Strike 3, And he’s out folks!

A screeching pitch filled her ears as emotions charged into dangerous territory, the laughter of their coworkers fueling the fiery rage. He wanted a show? She’ll give it to him.

A hand ran down his chest in light swirling motions, slow blinking lashes catching on bloodshot whites as the hand locked on the target's belt loop. The laughter had faded seeing the first act had begun, their interests peaking at what might come next, “You really want my attention?”

Nicotine stained teeth pinched over his bottom lip, nodding eagerly, “Oh yeah baby, all of it.” 

Desperate bastard. 

Dirt infested nails dug into the dip of her hips, burrowing through her blouse to the point she feared he’d break holes in the fabric. He panted like a dog in heat, blinded by his rising desire, he couldn’t see what was coming until the searing pain enveloped his lower body.

"You fucking bitch!", Rose couldn’t help but smirk at the pained expression that grew on his sweat dripped face. 

Rose had dug her knee deep into his groin with as much force as she could muster, fisted knuckles landing on the already crooked nose when his knees crashed on the floor. Satisfied with the deafening crack and blood splatter that followed after.

Blood dripped in small pools onto her swelling fist as she pulled him up enough to focus on her, “There’s a reason you lost your position. Do you know why? Because I am better than you. Learn to fucking respect that.”

With a final shove, she stepped away from the shriveled pig, not before wiping some of the sticky substance from her hands on his shirt, a memory for what happened that day. The forming crowd hurried to his aid with nurturing coos and disapproving stares directed at her. The incident would likely cause a stir amongst the department if not the whole bureau, dampening her reputation further.

A field day full of scolding and demands of immediate termination were preparing to send off to Stark, giving him another desire to get rid of her. Verbal punishments would be the likely verdict, emptily threatening to pull her off the case he had no one else trustworthy enough to complete. Worst case scenario would be a trip to the morgue to have a playdate with the coroner, Dr. Banner, a punishment worse than being taken off the case. It wasn’t the aspect of death that bothered her. It was how the body remained partially alive after the soul had left it. Muscles still twitched, sometimes raising the body into a haunting position that scared the life out of whoever had the displeasure to come by it. It’s lifeless eyes staring through your soul behind its half opened lids. Then, as if nothing had happened, it was back to resting on the metal stretcher. It unsettled her beyond comparison. All in all, in the end, a slap on the wrist for the incident and on her way she’d be.

Sunlight exposed the purple splotches that had already begun to form, swelling into small pebble sized welts along the knuckles of her right hand. The remaining blood had dried in a brown crust that made her skin itch with irritated bumps, the splatters that made their way on her blouse stained into the fabric. Visiting the diner was out of the question today, replaced with hours of scrubbing both skin and cotton before seducing her way through another shift in hopes of spotting one of the targets.

A frustrated sigh let her lips as she scratched at another scab of dried blood, revealing sore skin beneath. Stares of disgust and concern of passing civilians irked her more into a foul mood, worsening when she mindlessly walked into the person ahead of her, worsening the migraine that pulsed through her temples.

“Hey watch I- Whoa, are you alright?”  

What a coincidence. 

Steve Rogers was standing in front of her clear as day, face laced with concern as he took in her disheveled appearance. An odd sight compared to the night prior. 

His stature had grown more intimidating with his full standing height, shadowing over her with ease, his muscular frame unhumanly broad. The cocky smirk was replaced with a worried frown, eyebrows pinched in wait for a response. 

The question of how to act arose again. 

“Oh this?” She glanced at her hand with an uncomfortable chuckle as she waved it around clumsily.

Awkward it was.

“This is nothing, you should see the other guy.” She continued, seeing his questioning expression, “Let’s just say I deal with a lot of overly confident men, who underestimate me far too often and need a reminder of what respect is.”

He shook his head, chuckling at her calm composure, “Well I can’t just leave you here walking into people with bloody knuckles, so how about we go over to Albert’s diner and get some ice on that? Maybe even a milkshake. My treat.”

Smooth, she’d give him that at least. Maybe even say he was pleasing to her eye, allowing some genuine attraction to peek through. She wanted to say no, returning on her way to clean up the mess that she was until her shift later, but this was her opportunity at first contact in a normal setting, fully dressed and closer to her comfortable element. This was an advantage she couldn’t pass up on. 

“Lead the way.”

-

Chapter 3

[oh-my-damn]

Why did you do this?

Chapter 4 of my Steve Rogers x OC x Bucky Barnes story on Wattpad; Electric - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Check out my Wattpad for more chapters, there’s currently more than 180 chapters published, as of 6/12-21.

Story is rated M for mature as it contains a lot of smut. Kink warnings can be found in the Author’s note on Wattpad (there’s a lot..)

Warnings for this chapter: Stevie being confused about what he wants and pining, a bit of angsty feelings but also kinda fluffy I guess... 

STEVE

I make my way past Wanda and Vision quickly as I exit her room.

I got so caught up in the moment I simply wasn't thinking.

Did I make a mistake? Of course I did, I shouldn't have put her in that position.

She has no idea what's going on in my head and I have no idea what's going on in hers. She is too young - she is 21 for god's sake! I am almost 100. This is ridiculous.

What the hell were you thinking Steve?!

I reach my own bedroom and walk through the door, closing it behind me. I stand at the entrance a bit before deciding to sit down on my bed. I put my head in my hands as the thoughts overwhelm me.

What do you want? Why did you do this?

Truth is, I don't know why I did it. It wasn't thought out before hand.

I knew I liked her and I knew I was attracted to her the first time I saw her training at the center when she didn't know I was watching.

Seeing her fight, the way she was around Peter and Tony..

I found her instantly interesting.

But infatuation has happened to me so many times before, I didn't think this would be any different.

But Madeline... the way she makes feel.

I cannot control myself around her.

Whenever I see her I just want to grab her and kiss her. Feel her. And when her fingers sparked against my skin I felt ecstatic.

What is wrong with me?

For as long as I can remember I have only ever wanted Peggy.

Even when I came back, even when she died, she was the only woman I have ever thought about or felt anything for.

But she is gone, our chance is gone, and so far it has been impossible for me to accept.

I haven't felt that way about anyone else.

There has been girls in my life lately but none has affected me the way Peggy did.

That is... until now.

Until I felt Madelines touch.

It was electric and it made me feel like I should have been feeling her my whole life. Like I had been missing out.

Like something had been missing.

I had to leave her due to circumstance but I didn't want to.

But I also truly didn't want it to go in the direction it was heading.

I mean, of course I did, she is beautiful and magnificent and I want nothing more than to be with her, but that's not all I want and after today she might think that it is all I want. It's not.

The connection I felt when I first saw her warrants something else. It's dragging me towards her like a magnet.

I cannot and do not want to stay away. That's why I volunteered when Tony said he needed someone to pick her up after training yesterday. That's why I insisted I should be the one training her.

But being near her just made the whole thing so much more intense.

Before I could watch her from afar, keep it at bay. But having her close to me, close enough to touch.. to kiss..

I haven't felt like this for so long I barely know how to interpret it. What is going on with me?

I need to speak to her when she's done with Wanda and Vision. More than that, I need to feel her again. My hands already long for her touch.

I lie down on my bed and look up at the ceiling as I gather my thoughts. I don't know why she is affecting me so much but I need to find out.

I haven't felt anything even close to this in seventy years and I need to know why I do now. Why she makes me feel this way.

I need to feel her again.

[beefromanoff]

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.

[project-063]

New Chapter Posted!

Official update on Summer Thawing, with a well awaited (at least by me) meeting... Read it here

[kaleidescope-writes]

⭐&🔵---💙❤🖤 Steve and Bucky

Sexuality: Polyamorous

Gender: Female

Imagine being in a Polyamorous relationship with Steve and Bucky.

You never imagined this would happen. You'd just been assigned to one mission months ago in which you would team up with both super soldiers. It started off as just playful flirting (You didn’t think it would get anywhere because of their relationship), but soon became something else entirely. Something you never thought you’d experience, especially not with them. But here you were, cuddling with both of them on the couch of the living area in the Avengers compound. 

“Something wrong, doll?” Bucky asks, tightening his grip on your waist ever so slightly. “No, it’s just,” you sighed, trying to find your words, “I’m just appreciating how lucky I am to be in your arms. In both of your arms.” Bucky smiled, leaning down to press a passionate kiss to your waiting lips. This was absolute bliss. Feeling the need to breathe, you pulled away smiling back at your boyfriend before you felt the hand on your thigh tighten as well. “Can I get a kiss too?” Steve asked into your hair. You laughed a little as you turned around to give Steve an equally passionate kiss. You felt Bucky’s chest on your back. His arm wrapped around both you and Steve as you pulled away from his lips. 

You never expected to be in a polyamorous relationship with both amazing supersoldiers, but it was your reality. And you wouldn’t change it for anything the universe had to offer. 

[1u11ablues]

Think With Your Heart, Feel With Your Brain(StuckyxOC)

Summary: Lilith packs for her stay.

WC: 1.8k+

Warning: Language. Just a lil' hint of M/M suggestive content(which will be explored in further chapters)

Chapter 3: Permission

As soon as she was done with her last slot of the week, she went home immediately to pack her stuff for her stay at the facility. Steve informed that someone will be there to assist her, but she didn't expect that person to arrive sooner than she thought. She barely had the time to locate her luggage before someone rang the bell. Bucky stood outside, hands in the pocket of his leather jacket, leaning on her door frame with a smirk on his face.

"Bucky? I thought Steve meant a staff member was coming or something." She stated, confused. Still, she invited him in and told him to make himself comfortable while she continued packing.

"I am a staff member. Plus, I volunteered. Do you need a hand with something?" He asks as he trailed her from the front door to her room before stopping just outside the bedroom doorway. 

Without looking at him, she answered, "No, I don't have that much to pack. I pretty much wear the same thing everyday so it's just grab and go."

In her periphery, Bucky leans over her door frame to look into her room, and she had the sense that he was trying to get a read on her. It was unsettling.

"Bucky…." she said, "I hate it when people watch over my shoulders like that. Please sit. Ask me your questions instead of assuming things."Because, good God, have people been doing that a lot. Always reading between her words, treating conversations like social warfare.

"Sorry, doll, just trying to see if your room could tell me more about you. You have a lot of interests." He muttered as he roamed her room. She had a bookshelf full of books on one side of the room, though books weren't the only thing she had on it. Random trinkets of a variety of interests she had fallen into were carefully arranged in some places; crochet animals, sketchbooks, art supplies and a lot of zombie-themed items.

'Yeah, I guess I do. I can't really help what my brain likes." She replied, zipping up her luggage and taking out a smaller carry on to bring some books for her stay. Maybe a sketchbook and some supplies, too. She doesn't know how long she'd be staying.

"Steve likes to draw as well. Maybe you guys can bond over that." Her head tilted at the surprising tidbit about Steve. Had she known that earlier, her views of him would probably be softer than it was. She does tend to make better connections with people who share her interest.

"That's cool," she acknowledged, "and what do you like?" It is common courtesy to ask what their interests are after she told them hers,right?  She read that somewhere before.

"Well, it's nothing like what you and Steve do, not the same level of artsy I guess, but I do like to take pictures once in a while."

"Oh, photography? It suits you. What do you normally shoot?" She loves photography too, not much in taking them, but they provided her with good references.

"Just nature. Buildings. Things I find pretty." He told her, voice quieter than normal, like he was trying to be humble. Maybe he is being humble. She felt it kind of endearing, actually. Passionate people are attractive to her. Almost all of her friends are people who had an obsession over very specific subjects, like role-playing and avians. 

"No people?" She asked, eager to know more about him.

His eyes went wide. 

"Uh, on special occasions." He replied.

 "I have taken several photos of Steve, but they were—how do I say it—unsavoury." 

For several minutes, her hands still as she tried to parse what he was trying to say. When she realised, he probably meant nude pictures, her eyes wide, mouth forming an 'o'. She doesn't judge what people do behind closed doors, but she never expected Bucky and Steve to have that kind of relationship.

"God, you probably think I'm some kind of creep now. I didn't—"

"No, I mean, as long as it's consensual, who am I to tell people what they could and couldn't enjoy?"

At her response, Bucky shuts his mouth mid sentence to recalibrate his next words.

"It's consensual, don't worry." He reassures her, raising his hands in a gesture to make his point clear. She smiled. Just a little quirk up on the corners of her mouth.

"Then that's okay. Are you—" she trailed off, not quite sure what to call whatever it is they had going on in between them. They seemed like friends the first time she met them, but maybe she's just bad at judging body language.

"Close friends, sometimes more." He explains, short. She assumed there was at least a deep emotional connection. While also fucking each other. 

While she'd never had someone to call her significant other, or at least a friend with benefit, she understands relationships can be complicated like that. So she won't press further.

"I'm done. Shall we go?"

***

The ride back to the facility was quiet. It seemed like Lilith was not much of a talker, though she didn't really give him the vibe of someone extremely shy, just a healthy amount of it. She was probably more comfortable with silence. So Bucky's approach was just to ask her questions and if she wanted to share more, then he'd let her. Either way, he won't force her into anything.

"How did you find out about your powers?" He questioned her.  She rarely mentioned it even in passing, which seemed weird to him considering it's the main reason she was there.

"As soon as I gained consciousness. So, when I was three?"

"That's a really young age to know you could do something like that. Surprised you handled it so well." And he checked—well, Steve did. Her records are clean. Not even mild destruction of property.

"I spent a lot of time at home. It helped." That makes sense.

"And what about school? I went through puberty a long time ago, but I know just how much hormones make us all wacky. Being a hormonal teen is one thing. Being hormonal and having superpowers…" is an entirely different category. There are hundreds of reports of telekinetic teens destroying buildings. And the stronger the power, the greater the destruction.

"Home-schooled through middle school, and I just kept to myself in high school."

It's really hard to gauge what she's feeling when she talks to him. She's not entirely expressive save for that smile she gave him earlier, one he will always cherish. Plus, her voice seemed a little…flat. Maybe he was being delusional when he thought she'd shown him interest before this. Shit. This was one of the biggest idiot moves—trying to befriend someone who doesn't want to be his friend. She's probably the way she is because of how she was raised, though, so maybe it'll be worth it to try just a little more to get her to break out of her shell.

"You don't talk much, huh?" He continued when they were stuck in a mini traffic jam.

"I don't. I like hearing you, though. Your…voice." 

Fuck. she was all cold before, then she said something like that, like it's something people just outwardly say in normal conversations. An in?

"Yeah?" he smirked, leaning back a little to face her slightly. "What do you like about it?"

She seemed to make a show of contemplating. It's almost always like this with her. She'd take a moment before answering, as if she was doing some tough mental maths.

"I like the little rasp when you end your sentences. It scratches my brain in a good way. You'd make a good audiobook narrator." His eyes squinted, trying to figure out if she was flirting or if it was just a genuine compliment.

"See, normally when women say things like that to me, they're flirting, but I can't tell that with you." The hands on her lap stirred, and Bucky was just now noting that she was rubbing her thumb repetitively like she's nervous of him. And not the good kind of nervous, either.

"Shit. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Next time I do that, you have permission to yell at me."

"Why would I do that?" She tilts her head as she asks him. Heaven above,  she's impenetrable.

"So I remember not to do it again? I think I've misread you from before, I thought you were interested in me," he explained, laughing at how silly this all is.

"I think you're very attractive." Lilith began, halting his laugh in its tracks. Her hands move in a rhythm, floating a piece of lint in between them using her powers. It's like he was whiplashed. From one emotion to another, with every word coming out of her mouth.

"I just don't know how to show my emotions well. I'm flattered you would want to flirt with me, but I don't think it should extend to more than that." 

"Can I ask why?" Bucky inquired, no longer able to rein in the string of curiosity. Lilith came into his life with the sole purpose of uncoiling it from its neatly arranged center.

"I'm…very hard to be with. I go days where I don't talk and days where I talk too much. And if I like something or someone, I latch into it like an obsession and forget that other people exist. Sometimes I hate being touched. Sometimes I require bone-crushing hugs. I don't want someone to think that they like me, only to find me too much to be with."

Too much. She said that she can be too much for someone. He emphatised to a certain degree, having suffered PTSD. But, more than anything, he wanted so much to be there for her and tell her that she would never be too much. He wished he was there to deal with the people who put these thoughts into her head.

"Lilith, I won't press if you don't want me to, but I don't flirt with someone I didn't already intend to make mine. And if someone's mine, I'll do whatever I can to keep them happy. If not talking for days makes them happy, then so be it. There are other ways to show someone you care besides words and physical touch."

She looked down again, picking at her finger, and Bucky wondered if he'd made his intentions too clear. God, he wants her. Want to learn everything he could about her. But he knows that what he feels is all too much too fast and that's not a good sign. He should talk to his therapist. The torrent of mixed feelings he's going through right now might be the very thing that spelled the end of whatever this is. Moderation. He needs to proceed with moderation.

"Okay then." Her words silenced his thoughts. He hated the way his cock jumped when she gave him that look she just did, like she's giving him a piece of her trust. "Go ahead, you have my permission to court me."

Chapter 2

AO3

[marvel-fanboi]

digital art dump now bc I s2g I draw to much and I'm proud of this shit

[caffeinated--writer]

An idea:

Devil Wears Prada senario in which Reader is in the role of Andrea

While Bucky AND/OR Steve plays the role of Miranda (not too bitchy so that one (or both) can fall in love with reader)

That's all I got right now but I think I'm onto something 😂

[whereforeartthoudumbass]

resurgere pt. 3 (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Trigger Warning: Character Death

Steve slowly woke to the sound of sirens in one ear and a distinct lack of sound in the other. He blearily opened his eyes, the world going in and out of focus with the flashing of the red and blue lights. The car was completely totaled, crunched up like a can of soda-pop. He was still in the front seat, or what remained of it. He reached to unbuckle his seat belt and found that it hurt to move. All of a sudden all the pain washed in, making him cry out in agony. He gritted his teeth and pushed his fingers harder into the jammed seat belt until it finally clicked open. He turned his body around and nearly puked.

Sam had been thrown through the open window and was lying unconscious on the grass. Looks like he hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, Steve had warned him, he had told him. He choked back a sob. He looked back behind him and lost it. The truck had plowed into the clunk-buggy right behind his seat. All he could see of Riley was his head, eyes glassy, mouth open and dribbling blood at a trickling pace. He slapped his face gently, then more frantically.

"Riley! Rileeey! Come on, man, wake up. Sam needs you! The moose need you!" His tears mingled with the man's blood in an acrid, salty scent spread out all over the car. He collapsed back with a sob. Then he heard a groan and looked up. "Bucky?" He knew that no matter what he wouldn't be able to handle seeing Bucky, but he looked up anyway.

Bucky was still pinned underneath Sam's seat, his arm bent at a useless angle as he desperately tried to extricate himself from the wreckage. He looked up into Steve's eyes and let out a whimpering plea.

"Steve. Help." Steve reached out to take his friend's other hand, but felt the tide of unconsciousness rushing in to sweep over him once more. He pulled Bucky closer. Then all went dark.

He drifted in and out of conciousness, sometimes seeing his Ma, or Bucky's sisters, or Sam. They all were crying, (even Sam? Even Sam). When he finally woke up for more than five minutes, it was one of Bucky's sisters that was sat beside him. It was the oldest one, Becca. He softly grunted as the bright florescense of the hospital light hit his eyes, and she looked up from the book she'd been reading.

"Oh my gosh, Steve! You're okay!" She closed the book and grabbed his hand.

"...Bucky?" He managed to get out, his throat feeling like it had gotten a nice sandpaper massage. Her face crumpled and Steve's heart stopped beating for a second. His eyes widened with horror and he tried to sit up, ignoring the stabbing pain in his abdomen.

"No! Oh, no, he's not dead. Don't worry. They just had some... complications getting him out of the wreckage. Sam's fine too, at least physically. Riley..." She gulped. Steve understood. He nodded, his heart heavy and his mood somber.

"When can I see him? Bucky, I mean."

"Well, you'd have to ask the nurses. I may be a nursing student, but I'm no professional. Yet." It was at that moment that a nurse came in to check on him, having noticed the spike in his heartbeat as he'd woken up.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave while I check on him. Thank you!" The nurse shooed Becca out of the room and then got to checking Steve's heartbeat and breathing and such. Steve saw the man's name tag had a Captain America sticker and smiled.

"You like Captain America?" The man stiffened and blushed.

"Yeah, I'm a pretty big fan. You like her too?"

"Well considering I created the character..." The nurse abruptly turned from being red all over to a stark white. Steve laughed, a big hearty sound that turned into a hacking cough. The nurse, still white, was obviously shocked.

"You're Steve Rogers?"

"In the flesh. You wanna autograph?" He joked, running his hand through his hair, wincing as it hit a bruised and bandaged part.

"Ohmygosh, that would be awesome! My husband and I are huge fans, we read your comics to our daughter Elaine every night before bed. She's seven."

Wow. Steve was not expecting that.

"I, uh, wasn't aware I had fans. Can you pass me that pen and paper over there? Thanks. What's your name by the way?"

"Oh, uh, Jack. Jack Ito. Here."

"Can I see a picture of her?"

"Yeah, sure, here!" Jack fumbled for his phone, pulling it out of the pocket of his scrubs. He showed Steve his lock screen, a picture of Jack, a man, most likely Jack's husband, and two children, a boy and a girl. Steve sketched out a quick picture of the girl in the Captain America costume, then signed it, "Can't wait to see you changing the world someday, Elaine! Stars and Stripes- Steve Rogers".

Jack took one look at the picture and Steve could already tell he was trying not to cry. He pointed to the young boy in the photo, who looked to be maybe four. "And what's this young fella's name? Does he have a favorite hero of mine?"

"Oh, that's Kenny. He's not that big of a superhero fan yet, but he does have a bit of a soft spot for Peter Parker... He likes to run around and pretend to be the Lizard. We've had to stop him from ripping his shirt open and growling at family functions multiple times..." Steve laughed again. He drew another picture, this time of Kenny but with distinctly Lizard-like features. This one was captioned "GRAAAAARGH! Peter may have wanted Gwen's specialness, but I want your enthusiasm. Thanks for being a fan, kid! -Steve Rogers".

Jack definitely now had tears in his eyes.

"Thank you so much, sir, you don't understand how much this will mean to them."

"It's nothing. Anything for a fan, especially when I don't have that many!" It was at that moment that a familiar face peeked around the corner of the door. "Sam!" Steve exclaimed, all pleasantries forgotten. "Oh man, you're okay! I was so worried!"

"Sam?" Jack was looking between the face of the man in the doorway and the drawing he was clutching. "Sam Wilson?"

"The one and only," the man replied before limping over to Steve. "Steve, Riley's gone. I- he's dead. What am I supposed to do?" Jack paled.

"I'll, uh, go. Shit. I'm sorry." Steve grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed it tight. Then, all alone, the two men sat together. And they cried.

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