#stucky against humanity

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[damnyoucully]

The last one is Steve after he came back to Bucky in Endgame bc that is definitely how that movie ended mmmmhm I know that’s right

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[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Feral Princess - Part 2

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Chapter Summary: We meet the reader and a visitor witnesses her unruly behaviour.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of violence against children, physical violence against the person threatening the child, implied feeding of people to humans.

You’re already stirring when you hear the patter of little feet along the wooden floor. The voice of one of the Royal Guards comes soon after.

“Your Royal Highness where are you going? And where is your Governess?”

There was a sound of raspberries being blown.

“Princess I don’t believe your cousin has awoken yet?”

“Outta way.” Came a little voice and there was the sounds of a chair being pushed across the hall.

“Princess please be careful.”

There was a gasp and then the sounds of one of your ladies.

“What on earth are you doing child?”

“See her.”

“You can’t just let her climb up there like that.”

“My apologies Lady Dawn but to stop her would mean to place hands on her and we are under orders to avoid that after what happened.”

“Oh for goodness sake. One little bite, a nip if that, and you’re scared of a three year old. You got off lightly, Tulip was much worse, she tried to stab a guard when she was the Princess’ age.”

There was knock and the door pushed open.

“Come on little one do not loiter you will scare the guards.”

You heard the familiar sounds of your breakfast tray and Lady Dawn’s footsteps along with little ones. You shuffled down in the blankets and pretended to be sleeping. You felt them be pulled as the little princess tried to climb onto your bed.

“Do you require help your Royal Highness?”

“Nopes, I can do, seeeeee.”

“Well done, now wake Tulip for me but nicely.”

“Shhhhhhhh”

“Yes, quietly. We know how grumpy she can be when she's first woken.”

Sadly your cousin took far too much after you and although she took quiet steps to begin with she soon launched herself on top of you.

“Wakes, wakes up.”

“You Princess Lottie are a nuisance.” You exclaimed as you tickled her, her laughter bouncing around the room.

“Hmmmm, can’t think where she learned such behaviour.” Quipped Lady Dawn.

“Her father.” You quipped back.

“Daddy speak you.”

“What is that Governess teaching her?! It’s Daddy needs to speak to you.” Lady Dawn exclaimed. “She’s worse than the governess you had!”

“I may have terrorised her a little.”

“A little, every single one left either crying or running, or both. Lady Marion and I had to teach you ourselves.”

“I’m aware Lady Dawn, I was there, and what a fine lady you made me.”

Lady Dawn scowled at you.

“Sit up and eat your damn breakfast.”

"And she says I'm the grumpy one."

You made small talk with the Princess, as she stole food from your plate. You smiled softly at her, she was definitely more like you than anyone wanted to admit. She started to tell you about her lessons that morning and revealed that the Governess had raised her voice and shouted at her. You scowled and glanced at Lady Dawn, when you turned back and looked at Lottie a realisation washed over you. Her feet and legs were bare and though they often were, today the little princess was to have lessons and she should be dressed as such.

“Lottie where are your tights?”

“She took.”

“Why?”

Her eyes turned down in sadness and her bottom lip began to quiver. You pushed the tray away and pulled her into your lap.

“Stickkkk.” She said as she cried into your chest. Lady Dawn didn’t even hesitate and she pulled open the doors to your dressing room and began to ready your clothes.

You would be having words with the Governess. You pulled open the doors to your room moments later startling the guards.

They both nodded their heads to you and Lottie.

“Your Royal Highnesses.”

“Has she been here? The Governess? For Lottie?”

“No.”

“Send word she is not to leave the castle until I have dealt with her.”

You marched down through the hallways, Lottie on your hip and Lady Dawn hurrying along behind you. The strength in your silent stride, the look on your face and the fact you were striding along in your riding clothes, sword on your waist and knife on your thigh spoke volumes, and although you wished the staff good morning they moved quickly out of your way.

You made your way towards the Great Hall, hearing raised voices as you approached. Lottie’s mother, the king’s longest serving mistress yelling at the Governess was the first thing you heard, followed by the Governess’ excuses.

“I’m sorry my lady I have looked everywhere.”

“WILL YOU DO SOMETHING RICHARD!!!” The mistress again, but yelling this time.

“She can’t have gotten far Annie, have you really looked everywhere?”

“Of course your Majesty.”

The doors to the hall opened and one of Royal Guards announced you.

“Their Royal Highnesses, Princess Charlotte and Princess Y/N, accompanied by Lady Dawn your Majesty.”

There were gasps as you entered and Annie rushed to you pulling Lottie from your arms.

“Mama, mama!!!”

“Thank you Princess.”

You smiled softly. Many had issue with Anne’s presence in court, even more so at Richard’s side and especially now her child was legitimatised and in line for the throne. But you did not. She made Richard happy after he had lost his Queen and soulmate and that was enough for you.

“Of course.” You said placing a kiss on Lottie’s head. You turned to place a kiss on Lady Anne’s cheeky but whispered to her instead. “Take her from the room you won’t want her to see what comes.”

She nodded and left, Lottie still in her arms and her two ladies following behind. Once the doors had closed you marched towards the Governess and struck her hard with the back of your hand across her face, striking with such force she fell to the floor. There were gasps from some of the newer ladies of court, with the older and regular attendees not surprised by your outburst.

You pulled the knife from your thigh holster and straddled the Governess.

“Did you just lie to the King?”

“No Tulip of course….”

“No,” you stopped her, twirling the knife in your hand as you spoke “only my friends call me that and we are not and never will be friends. Now I’ll ask you again, did you just lie to your King?”

You pressed the knife against her throat.

“No Princess. I swear it.”

“Odd, I thought I heard you tell the King twice that you’d looked everywhere for the little Princess and yet you have made no enquiries near to or within my chambers. Otherwise you would know the imp had been stealing my breakfast whilst chatting away like a court gossip upon my bed. Now, tell the King why she ran from you.”

“She doesn’t like her lessons, the ones at the desk, that she must sit for.”

“And?”

“And she was being a mischief and ran from me.”

“Why would she run?”

“The lessons. The lessons.” The Governess squealed as you pressed the blade further into her neck.

“And?”

“That is all!! That is all!!”

“You must find better Governesses your Majesty, for this one is a liar.”

“I am not!!!”

“Why are the Princess’s legs bare?”

At that the Governess’ eyes went wide.

You leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Think yourself lucky there is an audience Governess, I would kill you where you lay if there wasn’t. Now tell the truth, otherwise I will tell all of court of your nightly visits to see the Priest and we both know it’s not for prayers.”

“I sort to, I was going to…..”

You rolled your eyes and let the blade nick at her neck, causing a small cut.

“I was going to strike her, to discipline her!!! She is feral.”

“Oh Governess. All the best Princesses are.”

There was light laughter around the hall but it was stopped by the King raising his hand.

“I believe there are some dragons that require feeding Tulip.”

“Of course your Majesty.”

You rose from your straddling position and left the hall. Two of your own personal guards, hand picked from your Uncle Robin’s men, emerged silently from the crowd and roughly picked up the Governess and followed you from the hall.

You didn’t see the visiting Lord turn to one of the Knights.

“You have dragons here?”

This would be harder than they thought. Because not only were you definitely feral, and in Sam's eyes a lunatic, there was also dragons here. DRAGONS!!! Which you apparently fed with human snacks!!!

It was at that moment Sam decided it was probably best if Bucky fetched you himself.

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[bamboobooshark]

ssstttuuuuckyyyyyyuuuuyyyy.............. 🥰

BUCKY BARNES X STEVE ROGERS

⊹₊⟡⋆🌀 STUCKY HEADCANONS : 550 WRDS

<RATING: PG, KISSING DESCRIPTIONS>

A/N: HIIII I know who you are and you do too. I hope you like these headcanons MUCH LOVE!! <3 ALSO Please take into consideration that this is my first time writing two canon characters together so this might be ass; so sorry 💔

SLEEPING .

Steve has nightmares. Bucky has nightmares. There is not a single night that goes by where one of them doesn’t have some horrid nightmare about the other.

When Steve wakes up from a nightmare about Bucky, usually one of him being taken back by Hydra, he will try his best to gently wake Bucky up. “Bucky? Could you please wake up? I had another,” he mumbles to him. Bucky tries his best to wake up before proceeding to hold Steve to his chest. He lets him know that he’s not going anywhere and that no one is ever going to separate them again.

Bucky, on the other hand, is more discreet about his night terrors. When he wakes up from them, he’ll gently trace his fingers along Steve no matter how they’re cuddling. He’ll tighten his hold on him while being careful not to grab him too tight. If he’s facing Steve, he’ll press a few kisses to his cheek or forehead.

WORKING OUT.

You can’t tell me these two wouldn’t love working out together. C’mon. They’re super humans that are together. They are the only two they can equally compete with each other.

They have their own little tournaments for different exercises and such—their personalized olympics in a way. They love to go out running together too, obviously. Considering their equal power, they keep up normal conversation while working out with each other.

CLOTHES .

When Steve and Bucky started dating, they’d occasionally steal clothes from each other. The longer they’ve been together, the more they steal from each other. At this point they just buy clothes for each other, wear them a couple of times, then just toss them into the other’s side of the closet.

Even when they’re out shopping, one of them will point out something they like; it’ll be bought and worn. “Steve, you see that tank top?” Bucky asks while pointing at the most generic-looking tank ever. Steve smiles softly and nods his head. “Yeah, but you’ve already got a whole collection of them. Same size, same color—some of them are even the same brand. You don’t need more,” he rants to Bucky. In response, he smirks and shrugs. “You might be right, but none of them have been yours yet. I need one of yours,” he says. Of course it ends up being bought.

AFFECTION .

They’re so affectionate with each other. Those two do not play when it comes to affection. Praises, physical affection, the whole package.

Bucky is more intimate in a way with his affection. When he kisses Steve, he likes to rest his hands on the small of his back, arms around his waist. Other times he’ll grab Steve’s biceps tightly and dig his fingers into his arms. When they cuddle, Bucky prefers to be facing Steve or have him pressed against his chest. His favorite forms of affection have to be skin caressing and back rubs.

Steve is a little less intimate but still enjoys being close with Bucky. When he kisses Bucky, he prefers to have their fingers intertwined or hold each other’s faces. As for cuddles, he likes to have Bucky’s head in his lap or on his stomach, or have Bucky lay directly on top of him. His favorite forms of affection are handholding and playing with each other's hair.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Puppy boy Steve not in the omegaverse way just in the kinky way oh my god- hot shit.

perhaps related to this gif set? this has been in my inbox for a long time, so idk, oops

also, I hope you don't mind, but I'm linking this ask with this other one I got more recently

which is related to this

the post reads, "i need a dogboy bending me over and rutting against me crying and whining to let them fuck me because theyre so hard it hurts and theyve been such a good dog havent they? dont they deserve a little reward. cmere puppy fill me up youre such a good dog arent you? cmon you can even cum in me if you beg for it <3"

Ask 1) I fucking agree! And I have puppy boy shit for Steve! I have a lot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Ask 2) YES! I was thinking stucky thoughts when I queued that post!!

As for what I have...

(some of these are just puppy play, the werewolf stuff is literal puppy, some are puppy-human-hybrid like Buckitty, and a few are omegaverse, too. All the flavors of puppy Steve, lol)

Soft Puppy Steve HCs Puppy Interview w/ Fun Afterward Werewolf Steve? More Like Puppy Steve Puppy Steve In Rut Buckitty & Puppy Steve In The 40s (mostly @/possibleplatypus, though, lol) Puppy Alpha Steve Puppy Alpha Steve Fisting Dom Omega Bucky High-Tech & Slobbery Puppy Steve Puppy Steve Discovering His Puppiness

Now... *cracks knuckles* more puppy Steve

"Please pleasepleaseplease," Steve is a goddamn puddle on top of him. Just a hot, soaked blanket laid out over Bucky's body. Steve is in a careless sprawl because he doesn't have enough brain cells to control himself. That's why all his movements are jerky and desperate and hold no fucking finesse whatsoever. He's pure instinct, chasing pleasure with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hot for everything. His whole body is blushing. When he's so far gone like he is now--a handful of orgasms deep and still rutting it out for more--everything fucking turns him on. Bucky could do whatever he wanted to him like this and the big, dumb lump of need so eager to get off would eat it up. He's so eager to please.

"Please what," Bucky emphasizes, digging his hand into Steve's hip while the other holds a lube-soaked fleshlight between their bodies. That's what Steve's plowing right now, a fleshlight, doing his fucking best to fuck it until it's loose despite the resilience of the smooth, string silicone that keeps letting go of his cock with obscene squelching noises. There's more than enough tingling, heating lube poured inside of it, making a mess of Steve's cock and dripping down to his balls and over his quivering thighs. Bucky's already plenty loose from the first few rounds himself, so he's more than sated, he's just enjoying his evening at this point, sprawled out, humming to himself, relaxed, and holding Steve's dirty little toy for him. He's just waiting for Steve to be done. He's never done. He's got a fucking nuclear-powered sex drive, Bucky swears. "What is it, you silly puppy?"

"Mmmmmngh, mmgh, ngh!" Steve makes a bunch of useless fucking noises before he can wrangle his mouth in enough to get his lips and teeth and tongue to work somewhat together, admitting as he ruts instinctively, chasing the sucking tight channel in front of him, meant for pleasure, "I, oh, I-! It huuurts!"

Bucky feels his lips pull into a splitting, mean grin. He lets go of Steve's hip in favor of throwing that arm behind his head, stretching out and getting casual, as if he's not at all invested in Steve losing himself inside a damn fleshlight. "You don't like your new toy, puppy?" He asks, cocking his head to one side.

"Nnngh," Steve's eyelashes flutter obscenely, struggling to fuck and process words at the same time. He's so useless it's fucking adorable. "N-no," he battles to get the words out, but then he can't seem to stop, chanting, "I like it, I like it, I like it--"

Bucky just fucking laughs, "are you sure, silly boy? It doesn't sound like you do if it hurts." He feigns like he might pull away and not let him keep going if apparently it hurts. That makes Steve whimper so loud it almost hurts Bucky's ears. Damn puppy. He leaves the fleshlight where it is, melting Steve down into fucking nothing. Just stupid and needy. "Don't know what you want, do you?" He teases.

Steve shakes his head, then nods.

Bucky has no idea if he even knows what his head is doing. He might just be going limp, letting his hips do all the work as the only thing moving. His rhythm is fucking terrible, all erratic and selfish. If he were fucking Bucky still, it wouldn't be enough to get Bucky off, but, hey, Steve doesn't give a fuck. He's just a useless, untrained puppy. It's surprising he's gone this long without cumming again since he's obviously so new to the art of fucking, untrained, but... he has had enough Steve-gasms already that it's possible he's fucking empty. Maybe he doesn't have any more to give. Maybe he's just too stupid to notice that it's not pleasure but overstimulation keeping him hard. A puppy running after a treat, no other thoughts in his head to keep him from looking out if he's about to walk into a wall or trip over a toy or anything.

Pure pleasure. Simple. That's all he needs.

"I, I like it," Steve wheedles, his voice all high and pathetic.

"Mm, yeah, I can see that," Bucky hums, pretending his bored while he squeezes the fleshlight as tightly as he can.

"AH!" Steve almost fucking screams at the sudden added stimulation.

He's a goddamn picture. Strung-out and defenseless. Bucky can do anything to him, poor. little. puppy.

"It hurts?" Bucky unkindly parrots what Steve was trying to say before he had more interest in torturing him, just a little. Not enough to hurt anyone. Just for fun. Just because why not? It's hot a shit anyway.

"It huh-hurts!" Steve agrees unthinkingly.

"Do you wanna stop, then?" Bucky, again, pretends like he's ready to take away Steve's favorite bone for fear of him swallowing the last remaining part of it and hurting himself.

"No!" He wails.

"Why not?"

"C-can't, nngh, uhng! Can't!"

"Why not, puppy? Why can't you stop?"

"'M hard."

"You're hard, okay? What about it?"

"S-so, so hard. I can't stop."

"Aw, poor puppyyy," Bucky strings out, carding his fingers through Steve's sweaty blonde mop of hair like he's petting him, "it hurts but you're hard and you can't stop," he echoes much to Steve's whimper of embarrassment. "What a predicament you're in. Tsk tsk," Bucky clicks his tongue, "such a hard life!"

"Mmmmgh, mmm-hmm!" Steve whines his agreement with Bucky's ficticious statements. He's too gone for anything as complex as sacrasm.

Bucky loves him like this. He loves his dumb, horny puppy so bad. It's so fucking good.

"You're so dumb, puppy. Spoiled and dumb. You're getting that cock wet and you're getting to cum again and again and you're complaining? Ugh. The nerve of you, puppy." Bucky razzes him, flicking the tip of his nose just to see Steve flinch and his face melt back into mindless, slack pleasure after the surprise.

When his words finally fucking register, Steve just moans, agonized.

"Are you sorry, puppy?" Bucky teases.

Steve nods sloppily, drooling just that much more. The big, dumb animal.

"Then, where are my apologies?"

"'M, I'm sorryyy, s-sorry," he mewls.

"Good boy."

Steve shakes all over.

"And what about my pretty thank yous?"

Through a heaving sob Steve frantically chatters, "thank you thank youthankyou!"

"There it is. Good pup."

Steve hiccups through another cry, still fucking plowing forward because, really, that's all he knows. It's the only thing he can do. It's perfectly in his nature. Squirmy, greedy little hedonist too simple to look forward to the future, just completely obsessed with now, now, now.

[remotepixel]

Hi, can you write something about the readers of the meta-human, whose ability allows you to avoid the actions of any platonic yandere, be it the Avengers or Bucky. Maybe the reader blows up everything around when one of them approaches, or hurts himself with his ability, thinking that this will make them leave, but the opposite is true. I especially like the idea of having an extremely painful reader who is already injured quite often, but the ability causes pain too. You choose the character yourself, but I'd prefer Bucky and Steve.

Hi, thank you for requesting! I stucky with just Bucky and Steve for this <3

Tw: Yanderes themes + non-detailed mentions of SH (^^)

You being easily injured already sets off alarm bells in their head, and it’s probably the reason they became obsessive in the first place.

-Steve is very aware of how it feels to be injured most of the time, after all he spent his years being beaten up in alleyways, and he wouldn’t call it fun.

-He wouldn't like the idea of you being sent out missions.

-It’s bad enough with your sheer (and frankly shockingly) bad luck with collecting bruises just at the tower.

-Sending you out into an active fighting zone will only allow worse to happen.

He thinks you’re being exploited, used, by the others for your powers.

-The fact they’re willingly sending you out, knowing the pain it causes, because it helps them?

-He’s constantly bringing it up in meetings, arguing against your involvement.

-He may even threaten to leave the team himself if they don’t take it seriously enough.

Bucky would try to appeal to you more when trying to get you off the team.

-He doesn’t know the others well enough to fight with them like Steve, but he has very similar thoughts about the situation.

-When a mission is coming up, he’ll try his best to hide it from you by taking up most of your time, asking you to explain some new modern technology to him (even if he already knows).

-If you brush him off, he’ll become more overbearing about it, flat out telling you ‘no’ and that you’re not going.

-He doesn’t like you being mad at him, but he he can deal with it if it means you aren’t coming back hurt and exhausted.

Their persistence, even if some of it is valid, pushes you further away from them - to the point you try everything you can to convivence them to leave.

Destruction is something they can deal with.

-Sure, they obviously preferred if you didn’t (since it means they now have to replace it despite being broke) but it’s only materialistic objects at the end of the day (Steve is desperately trying to justify everything you do).

-They’d probably give you a not very stern warning but overall try to give you just a bit more space.

-They’d act more like tired parents with a misbehaving toddler than view it as an actual threat.

On the other hand, hurting yourself is not.

-If they think you’re doing this for reasons unrelated to them (because they couldn’t face the truth and blamed it on something else), they’d ignore any complaints from you and drag you to therapy.

-You’ll be kicked off the team, watched more closely, banned from using your powers (not that can really stop you completely), etc, etc.

-They’d have some sort of daily check-up where they try to force you into talking about your feelings and learn better copying mechanisms.

If they become aware of how you’re doing this because you want them to leave, they’d be conflicted.

-They obviously don’t like that you jumped to this idea and it really makes them re-think their actions for a while.

-But, you were being harmed before this as well - were they really supposed to do nothing?

They’d turn this into a reason to become even more suffocating.

-They’re set on helping you, whether you want it or not, and this just proves you to them you need someone to look out for you.

-If you’re willing to go to such extents now, how do they know you won’t again?

You obviously don’t understand the full extent of your powers - the painful consequences and ways people could manipulate them - but, don't worry, they'll make sure you never have to <3

I know SH is a sensitive topic regardless of context and I tried not to overstep any boundaries when writing this. However, if there is any issues here in how it was portrayed, please feel free to message me <3

[wntryoongs]

Why I think "Be Nice To Me" is THE Stucky song

I wrote this because I saw a Captain America edit with this song and thought “wow. This kinda gay”

This is me basically analyzing every lyric of the song and relating them to Stucky. Lol

DNR if you can't handle spoilers.

CA- Captain America

First movie- CA: The First Avenger

Second movie- CA: The Winter Soldier

Third movie- CA:Civil War

TFATWS- The Falcon And The Winter Soldier

Steve- Steve Rogers, Captain America

Bucky- James Barnes, The Winter Soldier

The Captain America Edit

A playlist I made for them cuz I’m extra

(I wrote this in under two hours; Apologies in advance if you think it’s messy.)

I got boulders on my shoulders 

Collar bones begin to crack

—Boulders on my shoulders symbolize pressure. This applies to both Steve, who feels the weight of being Captain America, and Bucky, who feels the pressure of being Russia's lethal weapon. Steve was pressured into choosing between saving his best friend or playing by the rules as Captain America. Or in other words, he must choose between his duties as a hero, or his personal loyalties. Meanwhile, Bucky carries the burden of the actions he was forced to do as The Winter Soldier. The relentless torment and psychological effects from his past pressure him further. This pressure impacts his identity and his efforts to forget who he was and what he did.

(TLDR; Steve and Bucky face lots of pressure from their personas as Captain America and The Winter Soldier, while also dealing with personal pressures they have as normal human beings.)

There is very little left of me and it's never coming back 

There are certain things you ask of me

There are certain things I lack 

—The line "very little left of me", relates to Bucky's struggle with his fragmented identity. His memories are wiped and he is still, having trouble remembering all of them. "There are certain things you ask of me" refers to Steve begging Bucky to remember him even though he can't. The line can also be related to Steve's question in the first CA movie, which is "Are you ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”.

The beginning, we were winning

Now we're just making a fact

—"We were winning" relates to Steve and Bucky's adventure in the first CA movie where they were still winning against their opponents and had each other.

What's it matter anymore?

You believe the lies I tell

There's no meaning to words

But we still sing these songs well

—Despite the betrayals, missteps, and moments of deception, they manage to forgive one another. Steve and Bucky’s whole relationship is built on trust and loyalty that they forged with their bittersweet experiences together. From having each other’s backs in the battlefield, to defending the other from their own teammates (AKA my fave CA movie, CA: Civil War :]).

And we all left it alone

I'm sure it will work itself out fine

They are playing with your numbers

And we are running out of time

—If they didn't meddle in the war, they wouldn't be in the mess they're in. "We are running out of time" can mean two things. One: when they were on the run from the government AND the Avengers (context: Steve became a fugitive in order to protect Bucky. [this fr the same man who left him for a girl...]),they didn't have time to reconnect or reminisce with each other. Their lives were consumed by the necessity of survival. Two: When Bucky blipped right after Steve had just gotten him back, and then when Bucky returned, Steve left again (voluntarily!) for a life that wasn't his, with another version of a woman he used to love (note: version, as in he went to another universe/timeline). After everything they've been through, they never really had the chance to be alone. Their lives were focused on war after war, fight after fight, but no matter what, they never left each other's side.

(TLDR; They never had the time to talk and be with each other because they are always too busy running for their lives and saving one another.)

You're a killer and I'm your best friend

I think it's unfair, your situation

—"killer"= Bucky, best friend= Steve. It was no secret to anyone who's watching that Steve felt guilty and blamed himself for what happened to Bucky.  Despite Bucky's actions being beyond his control, Steve struggles with the weight of Bucky’s suffering and the role he believes he played in it. He views Bucky not as the killer he was forced to become but as the friend he grew up with. Steve’s biased belief in Bucky is that he is and will always be innocent, no matter what. This is why he would protect Bucky until the end, even if it means being considered a war criminal.

You say I'm changing,

Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same

Can we talk about this later?

Your voice is driving me insane

—the first two lines refer to the second CA movie, where Steve saw Bucky for the first time again after his apparent death. At that time, Bucky was still The Winter Soldier and didn't recognize Steve, which is why he had "changed" and "didn't stay the same." The last two lines refer to the third CA movie when Steve finally captures Bucky, hoping to get answers and help prove his innocence. However, Bucky was still on the run, and the Winter Soldier programming was still affecting him. He was dealing with trauma as well, making it hard for him to talk.

(TLDR; Bucky is going insane cuz of stress and Steve's pleas are just making things worse.)

I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense

The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense

—This line is Steve talking, if you replace "poems" with drawings. There's a specific scene from the second CA movie where Steve is trying to sketch a building but he can't focus because he keeps thinking of Bucky. There's even a zoom-in on his hand where you can see him gripping his pencil too hard.

I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet

I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went

—This line is Bucky talking. After being a killing machine for more than a decade, his memories are still fragmented and his emotions are suppressed. In their fight scene in the second CA movie, Steve keeps asking Bucky to remember him. Steve even says their famous line, "I'm with you, till the end of the line." while Bucky is actively trying to kill him. This manages to unlock a memory for Bucky. In the third CA movie, when Steve begs Bucky to remember what happened while he was The Winter Soldier, Bucky still cannot remember. No matter how much Bucky tries and wants to help, he simply cannot with his memories missing.

(TLDR; first line is Bucky in the second CA movie. The second line is Bucky in the third CA movie.)

You're a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out

You were all we had left after it all was filtered out

—The first line is Bucky talking about Steve. Bucky has always felt that Steve was the guiding light in his life, pulling him out of the darkest moments. In the series TFATWS, Bucky says "And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me." Here, "he" refers to Steve. Bucky thinks he doesn't deserve forgiveness, yet Steve tirelessly tries to prove to him that he does, again and again.The second line is Steve talking about Bucky. Steve feels that he owes his life to Bucky after the countless times Bucky took care of him. In the second CA movie, Steve said, "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." Before Steve became Captain America, when he was just a scrawny guy, Bucky worked countless jobs to make ends meet. When Steve was always sick, Bucky would nurse him. Even while they were fighting in the second CA movie, Bucky dragged Steve out of the water to prevent him from dying. Bucky was still being controlled by Hydra at this time, yet he managed to snap out of it for a moment and recognized Steve (this was right after Steve said IWYTTEOTL). Steve and Bucky are two sides of the same coin. They balance each other out. Without the other, they wouldn't be where they are. Without their dynamic, the CA movies wouldn't be half as good as they are. 

(TLDR; Bucky sees Steve as hislight, someone who believes in his redemption despite Bucky's doubts, while Steve feels indebted to Bucky for always being there, even before he became Captain America. They balance each other.)

I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out

I'll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out

—For the first line, as I said above, they relied on one another even in their darkest times. The second line on the other hand, is Bucky after the blip. He needed Steve to help and guide him in adjusting to this new world he was thrown into. Sadly, "the batteries ran out" means Steve is gone. Despite everything they went through together, Steve left Bucky to face things alone. (F.U STEVE ROGERS)

You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon

And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon

I think you're changing

Don't worry, you don't have to stay the same

Can we talk about this later?

Your voice is driving me insane

—In conclusion, cuz I'm tired and too lazy to continue this anymore— The Front Bottoms made this song for Steve and Bucky :D 

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Lil mcdanno headcannons not a whole lot of people seem to have.

Steve is the bottom. There is no switching. Steve is strictly a whimpery, needy bottom with a huge praise kink. He's pretty shy in bed, hesitant to ask for something (at least at first he builds confidence as he gets used to being with a man and not in control, but hes never quiet demanding) but he can beg like nobody else.

He's a cuddly guy. Not that he isn't in cannon, but he's a bit more in my brain. Little spoon, head on Danny's chest, buried in his neck, in Danny's lap cuddly. Obviously, only that far when he's in a snuggle mood his normal day to day extent would stick to head on Danny's shoulder pressed against him during the day curled in Danny's arms one way or another at night.

Private mcdanno moments being Steve can get giggly with his Danno, especially since Danny knows how to tease him just right. Or in bed they can have tickle fights that Steve regularly looses.

I like to picture a golden Steve regularly wearing flower crowns he makes himself. Eyes shining with laughter on days off, Ohana BBQ and stuff

When Steve and Danny get married, Steve is wearing white, and Mary walks him down the aisle Danny's the traditional groom.

Steve calls Danny "Danno" as much as Grace does. Steve gave himself to Danny. Danno is Steve's person. He belongs to Danno. His Danno.

Danny is one possessive MF and makes sure everyone knows who Steve belongs to and Steve loves every second of it. Love bites that can be covered with work clothes but shown off should they go out. Though the whole ass island knows about them so I dont think either of them would have a problem with showing them off at work. Arm around Steve's waist, guiding him around. Glares at everyone who checks Steve out.

Years and years ago right after I discovered fanfiction I read somewhere that men that are in positions of power tend to be submissive at home/in bed because they don't want or like to be in control 24/7 and my mind has taken that and run with it. That one thing influenced my entire way of shipping characters and how I look at dynamics. In my mind, the more serious guys are all sunshine smiles and sweet laughs with their family and partners. The Steves of Mcdanno and Stucky, for example. So used to being the protecter, they turn to pudding when they are protected, held, and cherished. Sunshine men and their grumpy humans.

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the collective works with the main pairing of Stucky will be in this masterlist.

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⠈⠂⠄⠄ Firefighter ⠈⠂⠄⠄ Florist and Tattoo

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄  𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑰𝑷𝑳𝑬

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Multiple Pairings — 𝐅 + 𝐒 Today was the day — your birthday, but how would the many Bucky’s treat you? With a lil’ bit of nice? Or a lil’ bit of spice?

➺ 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐚 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Post!CW — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Bucky wasn’t acting himself, but Steve had the determination and strength to bring him back where he belonged — home. 

➺ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 The colours of fire that scorched through Bucky’s veins did nothing to burn away the image of home — where he so desperately wanted to be. Steve was calling to him, and he’d be damned if he kept him waiting.

➺ 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 Sometimes battles should not be fought alone. A Sergeant needed his Captain, after all. 

➺ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Modern day Brooklyn was so new to Bucky, the sights and the smells. But the cold — the cold wasn’t new and he was desperate for warmth and safety against the raging storm of his memories.

➺ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Pre-war!Bucky Barnes x Pre-war!Steve Rogers — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐅 A gentle hand was all that was ever needed to guide Steve back to where it was safe. 

➺ 𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Post Serum!Bucky Barnes x Pre-serum!Steve Rogers (Shrinkyclinks) — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐅 War and battle were a commonplace thing in the day to day for Bucky, but a new one was waging and there was nothing he could do but watch. It wasn’t his to fight — that didn’t mean he’d leave his best man on his own.

➺ 𝐁𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Pre-serum!Steve Rogers (Shrinkyclinks) — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 Every man had a weakness. They found and exploited his, and they would sorely regret it.

➺ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 40s!AU — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 Ever virtuous and foolishly brave, Steve was. But Bucky would always be there in the endlike he promised; till the end of the line.

➺ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 Medals were awarded to Soldiers that went above and beyond the call of duty, that pushed beyond what could be the limits of human endurance to get the job done and save lives. But Steve? Steve only needed to see Bucky one last time before he disappeared into the fray and emerged victorious.

➺ ‘𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Post Serum!Bucky Barnes x Pre-serum!Steve Rogers (Shrinkyclinks) — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Heaven above, Steve would move mountains for what Bucky asked of him, even if it meant staying up ‘till the sun rises. 

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 The wicked and blackened hand of cruel delusions wound its way through his dreams like it was on a mission — to pull him under, and drown him. But a Soldier did not go down without a fight.

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐅 Wishes were more often than not granted in ways one would not expect, but that didn’t mean seeing a 6 foot tall Super Soldier going through withdrawal in Steve’s apartment was an unwelcome surprise.

➺ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Post Serum!Bucky Barnes x Pre-serum!Steve Rogers (Shrinkyclinks) — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Love has many languages, even for those that don’t speak. 

➺ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Pre-serum!Bucky Barnes x Post Serum!Steve Rogers / Canon Divergent — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐈 + 𝐅 In a cruel twist of fate, Bucky is forced to relive a nightmare while awake and alone — until Steve appears.

➺ 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Pre-serum!Bucky Barnes x Post Serum!Nomad!Steve Rogers (Shrunkyclunks) — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 There was no greater danger than provoking a man by taking what was his, and flaunting it like a trophy. Devils had to have their fun, too. 

➺ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Canon Divergent — 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 They had prepared you for long missions and what would come with them — it was why they found Alpine for you, a little bit of comfort for a time that would inevitably happen. But what they had not prepared you for was the shock of an unexpected, but much desired, arrival back home.

➺ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Stableboys!Stucky x Princess!F!Reader — 𝐏 + 𝐅 The relationship was forbidden, you knew the risks and you knew what the punishment would be if you were found out — oh, the court scandal it would cause. It didn’t deter the need to see them, though, nor the bout of friendly competition you craved.

➺ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Circus Performer!Bucky Barnes x Trapeze Artist!Steve Rogers — 𝐒 They were a secret, hidden down alleys, amongst flaps of tents and silk ropes, ensnaring them both and binding them tighter and tighter — it was dangerous, it was trouble, but above all else, it was intoxicating.

➺ 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Closeted!Bodyguard!Stucky x Mafia Boss!F!Reader — 𝐏 + 𝐅 Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?

➺ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 — 𝐅 Birthdays were a very special occasion in their household, especially when it was Her Highness’ big day.

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Meet, Greet, Indiscreet - Chapter 1

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Summary: When Captain America, Steve Rogers, and his boyfriend, YouTuber Bucky Barnes’ private relationship gets accidentally made public, they end up being interviewed about the romance between them as part of the PR repair. How did these two love-birds meet, and what happened to make hot gossip for the media?

Relationships: Modern Bucky Barnes x Cap! Steve Rogers

WC: 2.3k

CW: Modern Bucky Barnes, Cap! Steve Rogers, Anxiety, Fluff, TV Interview, Flashback, Canon typical violence, meet cute/ugly, flirting, flirting at an inappropriate time, brief non-consensual kiss.

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Steve Rogers Bingo - Battle of New York

The lights were shining bright and hot on his face and the buzz of people moving around was loud in his ears. Steve sucked in a deep breath. He could do this, he had been in front of the cameras numerous times. However, this was different. On all of those occasions he’d been doing it as ‘Captain America’. Today, while he was still that, sort of, he was having to let a bit more of his private self - a bit more of Steve - show.

The host, a genial man in his late fifties with dark hair and glasses, flashed him a sympathetic smile, if somehow knowing the internal struggle he was dealing with.

“It’s gonna be fine,” the host placated. “I’m not gonna go off piste with the questions. Try and think of this like any other interview you’ve done, but with a different focus. Not so stern and stiff. And you’re not here alone, either.” He gestured towards Steve’s companion on the plush sofa.

Bucky grinned at him, leaning nonchalantly against the soft fabric, arms draped along its back. Steve wished he could be that relaxed. However, as he and Bucky were here more out of a PR need than any real want to be interviewed, he thought he could be forgiven for his stiffness.

Various crew members bustled around the stage, measuring the light levels, checking that microphones were attached properly, and dusting powder onto the host’s forehead, when Steve felt Bucky lean across to him. “I’m right here.”

Such a short phrase, but one that immediately helped to lessen the anxiety building inside him. Which was good, because at that moment the director stood up.

“10 seconds ‘til we’re on air, people. 4. 3.” He went silent for the last two seconds, holding up his fingers instead. The host immediately seemed to morph into someone else, right before Steve’s eyes.

“Welcome back. It’s time for our next guests, who need very little introduction. It’s Steve Rogers - Captain America, and YouTube and gaming sensation, Bucky Barnes!” An applause track started to play and Steve felt his face morph into a rictus grin, which made it difficult to get out his greeting. Now he knew what a deer caught in headlamps felt like. But then Bucky, his sweet, silly and loving boyfriend, slipped his hand into Steve’s where it lay between them and started to brush his thumb back and forward over Steve’s knuckles. His anxiety lessened even more and he managed to tune back in to where he was, realising that Bucky and the host had exchanged some silly pleasantries while he’d been sitting looking like the most awkward human to have ever existed.

“So,” the host continued, getting into his script, “you’ve come here today to talk about your relationship, which you had been keeping private until it came to light in an unexpected way a few weeks back. I know there was some speculation - some rumours - about the two of you after a previous incident a year ago, but I don’t think anyone was expecting your announcement, or the form it took.”

Steve felt his pale Irish skin betraying him as he felt a hot wave of embarrassment rush up his neck. “Well - I -” His tongue felt thick in his mouth. The words didn’t want to come and then he felt Bucky pressing his leg against him as well, grounding him. “I’m quite a private person, at least compared to Buck, so we weren’t really trying to hide it, but I will say that we didn’t ever plan to announce it like we did.”

Both the host and Bucky chuckled at Steve’s choice of words. ‘Announce’ was really the right word. ‘Unveil’ would have been more appropriate.

“Well, before we get to that part of the story, let’s start at the beginning. The first incident - the one that sparked the initial rumours - was after you met at a Stark Gala, is that right?”

Bucky grinned. “It was definitely where we were first introduced, but it wasn’t where, or when, we first met.”

“Ooh!” said the host, with such genuine interest Steve almost forgot that it was at least partially scripted. They, or rather their PR team, had divulged there was more of a story to tell, but not what it was, only assuring the TV executives that it was safe to be aired and would add an extra aspect of romanticism. “Tell me more!”

Steve couldn’t help but smile as he looked over at Bucky, forgetting for a moment he was being recorded live on national TV, mooning over his boyfriend. “Yes - it was totally unexpected. Apparently fate had an agenda we weren’t even aware of….”

Flashback - New York 2011

It was utter chaos on the streets of Manhattan. Steve was pressed to the ground, on his back, as one of the aliens that had come through the portal opened by Loki was trying to push its bladed weapon into his face. With a sharp and desperate wrench, he managed to twist the glowing edge aside, giving him room to backhand the creature and then follow it up with a jab. His assailant flew to the floor, unmoving. Steve assumed he’d broken its neck. 

As he staggered back to his feet, the voice of Clint, positioned up on the rooftops as Steve had asked, sounded in his ear. “Cap - the Bank on 42nd, passed Madison. They’ve caught a lot of civilians in there.”

“I’m on it,” Steve replied and set off running. As he reached the bank, he could see army and police standing outside, unsure as to what to do. It wasn’t as though there were protocols for this sort of thing. Going in through the front door would probably be a bad idea - that would be too obvious and he’d be shot at as soon as he made it through. However, looking up, he could see the open windows on the second floor and a plan coalesced inside his brain.

Taking a run up, and using an abandoned car as a ramp, he launched himself up into the air, the shield in front of him to protect his eyes. He burst through the opening and, as hoped, he had the element of surprise. Five of the alien creatures were standing up on this mezzanine, gesturing threateningly with their energy weapons. He rolled across the floor, and as he came to his feet, Steve launched his shield at the closest, incapacitating him immediately.

He dived across the space, slamming into a coffee table as two of them opened fire, before engaging one of them in hand to hand combat. Almost effortlessly, he broke its neck and threw it over the balcony onto the floor below, the hostages gasping as they got out of the way.

“Everyone! Clear out!” he shouted, but suddenly another alien grabbed him from behind, its clawed hand grasping at his face and snagging on his cowl. He jabbed it in the ribs - or where ribs would be if it was human - and backflipped over its shoulder, able to turn it and use it as a shield as one of its comrades fired. Dropping the body to the floor, he realised something. That first one - it had been holding a device in his hand that had dropped to the floor. A device that was now beeping louding. Beeps that were getting faster and faster.

The last alien standing picked up the device - the bomb -, raising its arm to throw it at him. Steve rolled over the floor, picking up his shield on the way. He jumped into the air, curling up as small as possible behind his shield just as the device was thrown at him. It exploded, taking out the last alien, but the shock wave also sent Steve shooting back through the window he’d come through, out into the air above the street.

Time seemed to slow down, and for a moment he was floating. However, the world soon sped up again and he was falling, landing face down onto the car he’d used to get in, crushing the roof with his ribs taking most of the impact.

With his ears ringing, he got to his feet, trying not to wince, and in that instant he really took in what was going on around him. The scale of the destruction, the complete hopelessness of the situation hit him. How on earth were they going to get through this? Survive this? Off to the side, the police were evacuating all of the civilians from the bank, trying to get them to a safe place somewhere underground. All Steve could do was try to breathe.

From the corner of his eyes he saw someone duck under the arms of the first responders, and he turned, worried. It was a young man, maybe only 20 years old. He had shaggy dark hair poking out from beneath a baseball cap, and he wore a bright orange T-shirt and knee-length shorts. It was definitely a look. As he got closer, Steve could see he had ice blue eyes, plump lips and a bottle of water in his hand.  He stopped in front of Steve, the bottle extended in his hand, and Steve took it with a nod.

“Are you okay?” the guy asked. “You just got blown out of a window!” His face was doing a strange thing, where he was obviously excited but trying not to look like it.

Steve finished drinking the water and looked around for a trash can, trying not to grin at the guy’s demeanor.

“It takes a lot more than that to stop me,” he chirped back, and launched the empty water bottle across the street and into a can that was tilted at an angle. As the plastic thunked in, he wondered what on earth he was doing. He was in the middle of a catastrophic event, and somehow he was flirting. Now was definitely not the time or the place, even if the young man was extremely cute.

With a cough, he squared his shoulders and tried to put on his best ‘Captain America’ face.

“You’d best go back and join the others. Get to safety.”

His new fan opened his mouth to say something in response, but Steve didn’t even get the chance to wonder what it was going to be, because in the next instant all the blood drained from his cute face and he grabbed hold of Steve’s forearm, yanking him down. 

“Look out!” he cried, and Steve ducked his head as he allowed himself to be pulled down. A shot from an alien weapon zipped across where his head had been, fizzling into the lamp post behind him.

Almost immediately, he shook off the young man, stood and threw his shield at the creature that had shot at him. The vibranium ricocheted off the alien, knocking it to the ground where it twitched for a moment and then went still. Reaching down, he pulled the man who’d now saved his life back to his feet. “Thanks for the assist,” he said, not even trying to keep the smile from reaching his eyes. 

The young man looked back at him, his own eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, before blurting out, ”Woah! You just keep going, don’t you?”

He didn’t know where it came from, but he let out a chuckle and then gave him a wink that could only be described as flirty. “I can do this all day,” he intoned, more than a small note of amusement in his voice.

”Cap!” Clint’s voice sounded in his ear again. “Are you taking a nap? We need you.” Despite the fact that he should have turned all of his attention to the information Clint was giving him, he couldn’t help but drink in the sight of the beautiful young man out of the corner of his eye. With all the directions memorised, Steve turned with reluctance to say goodbye.

”I gotta go. Stay safe, please.”

He was about to turn away, about to start running back down the street, when a pair of arms twined around his neck and a pair of soft lips pressed briefly against his own. “For good luck,” the stranger said as he stepped back. “Go save New York.”

Steve raised his fingers to his lips as he watched the young man return to the group of civilians being ushered to safety, his mind reeling on what had just happened.

“Cap! For Thor’s sake, get over here!” Clint shouted at him over the comms. With a shake of his head, Steve turned and ran back into the fray.

The present

The show host looked utterly enraptured, his elbows resting on his desk and his face cupped in his hands. Steve was also certain the man was making goo-goo eyes at him. At his side, Bucky was grinning while hanging on his arm and resting his head on his shoulder.

”And you didn’t see each other again for over 10 years?” 

Before Steve could open his mouth, Bucky interjected. “No, but obviously I never forgot him. Who would forget being saved by Captain America?”

“Seems to me that you saved him in return,” the host replied.

Now it was Steve’s turn to butt back in “He certainly did. And despite the intervening years, I never forgot him either, even if I honestly thought I’d never see him again. I hadn’t been out of the ice for long. Hadn’t really gotten a hand on this century and its freedoms compared to what I was used to. Bucky here made a lasting impression.”

“So the years went by and then came your fame, Bucky, and an invitation to Tony Stark’s Nouveau Tech Gala. Were you nervous, knowing that you were probably going to see your hero again?”

“So nervous,” Bucky said with an emphatic nod. “I thought I was going to look like some kind of mad stalker because I was sure that he had forgotten almost as soon as he’d gone back into the fight and I knew I’d end up fangirling over him.”

“But I hadn’t forgotten,” commented Steve, placing his free hand on top of their joined ones.

“And I’m forever thankful.”

Chapter 2

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[damnyoucully]

Hang on hang on hang on hAnG ON can we spread the word to the stevebuckies and be so mentally ill together in June for the 10th anniversary of Not Easily Conquered aka the fic I am in a toxic relationship with bc it hurts every time but i just keep crawling back

Pls

It is absolutely batshit bonkers crazy town that most of Not Easily Conquered was published THE SAME YEAR CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER WAS RELEASED. A Long Winter was published in June. THE MOVIE CAME OUT IN MARCH. IN MARCH!!!!!!!!!!1!!!

[burberrycanary]

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

They waste a lot of water and kiss, fooling around until the hot water tank gets tired of their shenanigans and gives out.

Standing on the linoleum floor, Steve shoves a towel at Bucky, who he gallantly saved from the cold water blast.

“Still taking hits for your guys in the field,” Bucky says, trying for a droll expression he’s too giddy to creditably manage.

The bathroom is small enough there isn’t one single stretch of bare wall he can back Bucky up against: an unfortunate oversight. So he settles for cupping his palm around the back of Bucky’s neck, sliding his fingers into the damp hair where drops of water are gathering, and kissing Bucky as soft and slow and devastating as he knows how.

“Guy,” he corrects. “You’re my guy. Person. Human being.” 

Several jokes visibly occur to Bucky—and, yeah, the universe is so much bigger and stranger than either of them knew as those two kids from Brooklyn.

But all Bucky does is stare back for a long time in this warm tiny room, where steam has obscured every possible mirrored surface, before he leans in for a light brush of a kiss. 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, quietly. 

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[navybrat817]

now that I sae you talking about What If...?, let's talk about why they decided to choose Peggy as the one who will bring back Steve from the whole HYDRA thing???? and not his best friend for life, the one who last saw him too in that mission in Argentina??? sorry but that, for me at least, was lame, dumb and EVERYTHING BAD

also, when I hear that he died in Argentina in 1953, for a moment I thought that it's mean Steve was the one who throw a coup against president Juan Domingo Perón 😅 but no, that was in 1955, I was laughing my ass off for the idea

I just want to point out real quick how good old man Barnes looks because wouldn't he be 97 years old or something along those lines?

Anyway. 😂 Some thoughts under the cut.

I'm in agreement with you, nonnie, and I think that's part of my issue with the series. I get that these are supposed to be different takes, but it did come across in many ways that elements of Stucky (whether you ship them or just view them as friends) were given to push Steggy. With Steve trying to break through to Bucky in TWS, it made sense. With Peggy, it felt shoehorned and wasn't executed well.

Peggy and Nat felt natural.

And Peggy making heart eyes at 1602 Steve. Did she expect to stay there with him when she had Hydra Stomper Steve in her world? Rogers Hood and his Merry Men were fun.

We also saw how upset Peggy was when they didn't tell her about Steve. Yet in episode 2 after recognizing Bucky immediately, Howard says he had heard the rumors and that the man they knew was gone. Why not look into it when the rumors started? And Howard brings up Steve to get in touch with Bucky's humanity, but then they don't even try to help him at the end of the episode.

I wonder what Steve would've said to them had he been around...

Bahaha. Wouldn't that have been something in Argentina? 😂

Love and thanks! ❤️

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Angels Are Avian-Adjacent"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: wing fic, avian creatures, angel Steve, veterinarian Bucky, supernatural meet-cute, fantasy au, injury and medical treatment

Summary: Unlike Bucky's regular patients, Steve was going to need a bit more reassurance than a simple belly rub or placating scritch behind the ear.

(A last minute fill to grab a B-I-N-G-O on Stucky'Verse Bingo!)

A fill for @stuckyversebingo

card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

Square D1: "Creature: Avian"

“I … I don’t think I can do this,” Bucky stuttered, hands fluttering about nervously, hovering over one of the massive wings and then pulling away again, too freaked out to touch him. “You’re hurt. Y-you need a doctor.”

“You’re a doctor.”

“I’m a veterinarian!” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Steve said, voice coming out strained due to the pain he was in, “but don’t you still receive a fair degree of medical training for that?”

“For animals!” Bucky blustered. “N-not, not humans! And certainly not for … whatever the heck you are!”

Steve huffed in frustration. “I told you, I’m an—”

“An angel. Yeah, you said that.” Bucky still didn’t want to believe it, even though the proof was in the pudding, and the pudding was currently lying face down on his clinic’s exam table—all two hundred pound, six foot tall, approximately twelve foot wingspan of it. Bucky laughed slightly hysterically. “This is insane!”

“Be that as it may, this actually hurts like a motherfucker, so if you don’t mind, isn’t there something you could give me?” Steve grit out. Bucky hesitated, until the creature turned to face him, a wince taking over his—sweaty and visibly pained, but also admittedly angelic—features. “Please?” he breathed, fear and pleading in his eyes. “I can’t go to a regular hospital. Please. You understand, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded after a beat. “Yeah,” he whispered, though he really didn’t understand a fucking thing at all. “O-okay.” He swallowed nervously and looked around, trying to gather his wits. “Um, do - do you know how meds affect you?”

Steve shook his head and tried to shrug, but when his shoulders moved his wings did too, and he gasped sharply, his pearly white teeth bared in a pained snarl—though far prettier than any made by Bucky’s usual patients. “I don’t know,” he said tightly, voice clipped from the pain of trying to hold himself still. “I’ve never needed medicine. I don’t usually get sick. or hurt.”

Bucky made a dubious face. “O-kaay … well ... how much do you weigh?” 

Steve gave him his best guess, and Bucky decided that he probably wouldn’t kill a roughly two hundred-twenty pound, avian-adjacent humanoid creature with a conservative amount of ketamine. Despite the wings he had sprouting out of his back, Steve did still appear to be mammalian in nature. The guy had nipples, leastways.

 “Okay,” Bucky said, sighing as he pulled out his phone. “Hang on for a sec.”

“What are you doing?”

His lips twisted as he started typing. “You’re just a tad heavier than my usual patients, bud. I’m consulting Dr. Google for your dosage conversion.”

After navigating past a slew of search results promoting crisis hotlines and addiction recovery centers, he was able to find the information he needed to calculate how much of the drug to give Steve. “Okay,” he breathed, still wildly nervous and freaked out over what was going on. He went and prepared an injection of the medication and came back to prep the angel’s arm with a tourniquet and alcohol swab. Steve didn’t make a peep when the needle went in, and a minute later, his body was visibly relaxing from the sudden relief of pain. 

“Oh,” he breathed, blond eyelashes fluttering against his pretty cheeks. “Oh, thank you. That’s … that’s much better.”

Not knowing where to touch him, Bucky tentatively patted the angel’s hair. “You’re welcome,” he said, eyes sliding down to the injured wing. There was a shard of metal wedged up between the secondary convert and marginal convert feathers, the blood that stained their white color indicating that whatever the object was, it’d likely pierced Steve in the humeral portion of his … his wing. 

Bucky licked his lips and moved his hands down Steve’s back, hovering, afraid to touch something so foreign. “Um, okay,” he hedged. “There’s some sort of shrapnel. I can see where it is, but I need to get a better look at the point of entry. Can you …” (Jesus, what the everloving fuck was he even doing?) “Um, can you move your wing at all?” He gingerly touched the coracoscapular joint, watching as Steve worked up the nerve to give a tentative movement. He hissed at the motion, but was able to slowly unfold his left wing out from his back. “Good,” Bucky praised, gloved hands gently guiding him. “Okay, easy. Good, right there. That’s good enough.”

Steve stopped moving, panting from the exertion, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow when he turned his head further to look at Bucky out of the corner of his eye. “How bad is it?”

“It’s not gonna be life threatening,” Bucky said after a moment of carefully moving the feathers out of the way to examine the site of penetration. “Unless you’ve got a major blood vessel in a place where birds don’t.” He inspected the injury, mentally cataloguing the supplies he was going to need to perform the extraction. “Okay,” he muttered under his breath, talking more to himself than he was to Steve. “Okay, yeah. I think this is gonna be okay. I think we can do this.”

“You can?”

Bucky’s attention shot back to Steve, who sounded very anxious. Bucky was abruptly reminded that unlike his regular patients, Steve was going to need a bit more reassurance than a simple belly rub or placating scritch behind the ear. “Yeah,” he promised, firming up his voice into something more confident and professional. “Yeah. Your anatomy is basically human, with avian anatomy in the places where I need to work."

“You operate on angels often?” Steve joked nervously.

“Nope. But I know birds, and it’s more a matter of basic principles than anything else,” Bucky reassured. “Don’t worry. I know what to do.” 

Steve exhaled in relief, and Bucky didn’t feel too guilty for making a promise he wasn’t a hundred percent confident on. “Kay,” he said, turning around to go gather what he’d need for the procedure. “We’re gonna do this under a local anesthetic, so you’ll be awake. Just give me a few minutes while I get ready.”

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[rookthorne]

The round up for Day 4 of my Merry Buckmas event, and the prompt:

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

— 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 of 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯

Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 of 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤

Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader

𝐏 + 𝐅

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy. 

What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 of 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart.

The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

— 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 of 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

— 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 of 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅 + 𝐒

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it. 

You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

— 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 of 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive. 

Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

— 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 of 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader

𝐅

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

— 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 of 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐀 + 𝐅

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

— 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 of 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.