Stockholm Dolly here🙋🏻♀️ , I only have 2 works but hopefully this is the beginning of something. I like it, I always enjoyed writing, so, even if my works don’t reach a lot of notes, I’m going to keep going because is an outlet for me. I work in a hospital and this pandemic is exhausting me.
I don’t know for who else I’m going to write, but Bucky is my fav character so, him, and I’m in a hating phase towards Natasha and Steve so they’re going to be my bad guys hahaha and Brock Rumlow probably’s going to be a good guy just to stir things up a little.
I apologize if my Y/N character it’s not reader insert enough, I’m learning, and I read somewhere if you put age in your character it isn’t reader insert so I fucked up I think? hahaha Honestly I don’t mind when I read things with age because I was that age at some point or I’m going there, but I get it, so, working on that for future works.
And I’m Mexican so probably there’s going to be a lot of Mexican references or something, I’m proud to be Mexican, so if this upsets you....la puerta está muy grande. And ofc english isn’t my 1st language, not even my 2nd hahaha is my 4th, so feel free to correct my grammar....respectfully, I’m here to learn too.
Answer to Lexi’s 1k @the-omni-princess Challenge! Congrats!
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; some Steve x Peggy; very Steve-centric
Warnings: ANGST and loads of it!
Author’s note: This is my AU of Steve’s final Pym jump from End Game
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The silence reminded him of the nights during the War. After the raging battle, even the animals and bugs refused to reveal their whereabouts. Although tonight he wondered if even the forest mourned Tony Stark. Steve Rogers sat alone in the middle of a glade not too far from the cabin Tony had called home. He tried to sleep, attempted to rid himself of the bone-weary exhaustion, but his mind would not shut down.
He knew everyone assumed his withdrawal, his moodiness and pain, stemmed from the battle and loss. A part of him felt immense guilt that they should be right, but they weren’t. After all these years of war on various scales, he felt the pain of loss differently. It just was a fact of life.
What spun his mind into a maelstrom of conflicted thoughts, tore his gut up with guilt, was something completely personal. Every option his highly strategical brain considered ended in pain and suffering for people he loved. Every option terrified him.
She paused at an hourglass, looking at sands drop a few at a time. “I think you are looking to unlearn what time has taught you. I’m afraid you cannot dial back who you are as easily as rolling back the hands of a clock. Somethings are too powerful to unmake, some threads of who we are cannot be broken.”
Damn right, the ancient one is really wise. Thank God he didn't pull a endgame Steve on the reader although I didn't like that he still kissed Peggy ugh, I hate that bitch hahaha and that damn man that can't move on or a girl he knew for like 3 days overall.
Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.
You realize the delight of dry humping, before you and your fuckboys have a deep conversation about love and its uselessness.
Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, friends with benefits, inexperienced!reader, smut (dry humping, blowjob), fluff, angst.
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"Your bedroom is so cute," Bucky coos as he stands at the shelf on the wall, fiddling with your figurines.
"Can you guys stop using cute to describe me?" You request with irritation, sitting on your bed. "It's incredibly patronizing."
"We're not trying to patronize you," Steve promises while leaning over in front of you and tightly squeezing your cheeks. "You're just so cute."
"Screw you," You mumble, pushing him away. "I brought you into my home; this isn't an opportunity that many guys get."
While they continue prowling through your things and invading your privacy, you connect your phone to the speaker on your nightstand and put on some music. You toss a pillow at Bucky's head when he starts digging through your underwear drawer with a sly grin.
"Get away from there, perv!" You yell, standing up as your heartbeat quickens.
"Who are these for?" He asks you with a suspicious look as he holds up a pair. "They're oddly sexy."
"Yeah, who are they for?" Steve echoes with a smirk.
"Myself!" You claim, rushing over to pull the lacey, black pair out of Bucky's hands.
"They're brand new," Steve points out smugly as he snatches them back from you. "Did you buy these for us?"
"You wish," You scoff, trying to grab them back but failing when he holds them above his head.
"That's so sweet, you buying sexy underwear for us," Bucky mumbles, moving to stand behind you so that you're sandwiched between them before bringing his lips to your ear. "Put 'em on for us."
Your throat dries and your lips part. Taken aback, you let out a soft laugh. "What?" You utter.
"You heard him, twinkie," Steve mutters as his eyes darken. He lowers his hand and gives you the panties. "Put them on."
Beginning to shake your head, you feel your stomach flip. "But-"
"No buts," Bucky cuts you off sternly as his front brushes against your back. "Aren't you our good girl, newbie?"
Your lips part but you're speechless at how hot he sounds.
"Don't you think you should do as we say?" Steve adds as he cups your cheek in his big hand. "Seeing as we take such good care of you, hmm?"
"C'mon, baby," Bucky whispers, tucking his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down, making your clit throb.
Slowly, you pull them the rest of the way down, before doing the same with your blue, cotton underwear. Steve's eyes are on your bare pussy as you climb into the lace panties, and you can guess with certainty that Bucky's are on your ass.
Once you're wearing the black panties, you feel Bucky press his boner to your ass, making you gasp. His grip on your waist tightens as he makes you grind on him, and an unexpected moan escapes your mouth. Steve moves closer to, until his chest is touching yours. He places his hand under your thigh before lifting your leg up and wrapping it around his waist, making you suck in a sharp breath. He's just as hard as Bucky, his clothed cock pressing against your heat.
"This how you wanna take us, baby?" Bucky mumbles in your ear as the both of them begin to grind against you. "You want us both at the same time?"
"Oh, fuck," You whine lowly, throwing your head back and resting it against Bucky's chest.
"We're gonna ruin you, twinkie," Steve purrs with a dangerous look in his eyes. His cock rubs against your pussy, and you can feel your panties begin to soak through as your clit throbs incessantly.
"You're gonna let us completely corrupt you, aren't you, angel?" Bucky asks as he thrusts against your ass. "Our sweet, sweet angel."
"Underneath the good girl act, you're a dirty little slut," Steve teases you slyly, keeping a firm grip on your waist. "Look at you. Letting two guys have their way with you, using you like you're nothing but a fuckin' whore."
"Yes, Steve," You cry, turned on beyond belief. Though there's no skin-to-skin contact, the pleasure they're bringing you is still incredible. "Make me your whore, please."
"So cute," Bucky murmurs as his lips brush against your earlobe. "Can't wait to sink my cock into you."
A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you feel lost in pleasure. They could say or do anything right now, and you'd happily go along with it. Somehow, you've allowed them to have power over you, but when it feels this good to give up control, you don't care. They each thrust against you like wild animals, rough and crass.
"You're gonna take us both, aren't you?" Steve says with a smirk. "So greedy for cock. Gonna let us both fuck you?"
Their dirty talk makes your heart flutter as pure bliss rushes through your veins. Your core tightens and your breaths become quicker. "Steve, Bucky," You chant, digging your nails into Steve's shoulders. "I'm close."
"Cum for us," Bucky growls into your ear. "Ruin your brand new panties, you dirty little girl."
"Want us to cover them with our cum?" Steve asks, though he already knows the answer.
"Please!" You cry, never wanting to lose the feeling of being held between their chests. Their deep groans and grunts push you over the edge, and your orgasm crashes through without warning. Wanton moans fly from your mouth, an incoherent cacophony of their names and other unintelligible words.
"That's it, twinkie, good girl," Steve says before reaching down to pull his cock out. "Gonna cum all over your pretty new panties."
You feel Bucky do the same after rubbing his warm dick over your ass, making your pussy clench around nothing. They each jerk themselves off before shooting their load onto you, and you look down to watch Steve's cum cover your lacey underwear.
"Oh, shit," You whisper as you come down from your high, your heart still thudding in your chest.
"Fuck me," Bucky groans while Steve gently puts your leg back down.
You stumble before Bucky wraps his arm around you, tightly gripping you while resting his face in your neck. "That was... really fun," You breathe out, linking your hand with Steve's who grins down at you.
"Yes, it was," He agrees while putting his dick away.
"Can I use your shower, newbie?" Bucky requests, squeezing your body in his thick arms.
"Go for it, Buck," You reply, gesturing towards your bathroom door.
Once he's gone, you take off the dirty panties and toss them in your laundry basket. Steve watches smugly as you put on a new pair, sitting on your bed as he leans back on his hands.
"You know," He begins coyly as his semi-hard dick pokes through his pants. "I could go again."
Slowly, you make your way over to him, timidly eager to give him a blowjob after you experienced it with Bucky a couple days ago. You wanna know if it'll taste much different, or if it will feel at all similar. Already, you can see how their personalities differ, and you're interested in getting to know every single part of them.
"Can I give you head?" You ask him bashfully as your cheeks heat up.
Steve's lips pull up into a smirk as he tilts his head. "Ask nicely," He says curtly.
Holding back your eye roll, you do as he commands. "Please, let me give you head?" You offer sweetly.
He begins to reach into his sweatpants, making your heart skip a beat. "Suck my balls, first," He orders you bluntly. "And if you do a good enough job, I'll let you taste my cock."
Baffled, you widen your eyes at him. "You're so mean," You utter, secretly loving it.
"Yeah, yeah, get on your knees," He says dismissively, taking out his dick and giving you an expectant look.
You sink down to the floor, grateful for the soft rug, and timidly bring your face to his hardening cock. He wraps his hand around it before lifting it up, giving you easy access to his balls which you tentatively lick. It takes you a few more moments to get used to the texture as you caress them with your tongue, before you finally find the confidence to take them in your mouth in their entirety.
"Oh, that's it," He groans, throwing his head back. "Keep fuckin' going, baby, just like that."
It's an odd sensation, having them on your tongue while his cock rests on your face, but you push past the feeling of uncertainty to make way for the vicarious pleasure you get through the act. His moans are secretly yours too, only you can't let yours out because there's a pair of balls in the way.
"Fuck," Steve whimpers before looking down. "Suck my cock, twinkie. Need you. Please."
The notion of being sexually needed by someone has lit up a corner of your soul which you didn't even know existed. Seeing the big, strong man above you begging for release gives you a power rush like nothing else, and in this moment you believe you finally understand the art of giving. The pure delight of delighting another person. You finally understand sex.
His dick, though bigger, is taken into your mouth easier than Bucky's was. Likely because you're a little more used to the intrusion now, but also due to the outrageously intense need to fulfil your position. Steve needs you to make him feel good, and you'll do whatever it takes to achieve that.
"Fucking hell," He mumbles as you bob your head up and down, surprising both him and yourself. "Fuck, twinkie, slow down. I don't wanna cum yet, I'm having too much fun."
You grin as best you can at his words, slowing down your movements while keeping your eyes on his. His hands cup your face and he lets you go at your own pace, stroking your cheeks and watching you ardently.
"Fast learner, aren't you?" He comments slyly.
"Mhm," You hum, making him groan.
Just then, the sound of a door opening fills the room, making you jolt ever so slightly. Both you and Steve just assume it's Bucky returning from the bathroom so you keep your eyes locked on each other's, happy to give him a show.
"Oh!" A familiar voice which isn't Bucky's rings out, making you turn your head slightly to see Wanda standing in the doorway.
You stop your movements, half of Steve's cock still sitting in your mouth as you let out a muffled, "Hi, Wan."
The look on her face resembles shock, to say the least. "...Hey," She replies quietly, wide-eyed.
"You must be Wanda," Steve says casually, giving her a wave with one hand while pushing your head further down his dick with the other. "I'm Steve. How's it going?"
"I am leaving now," She states curtly. "And I might not come back. Ever."
Once she's gone, Steve takes hold of your head and starts fucking your face, hard and fast. You gag a few times but you can take it, remaining composed while he uses your mouth like a sex toy. In any other situation, you'd be mortified that Wanda caught you, but you're still recovering from your orgasm and Steve makes you feel comfortable in your sexuality, no matter who knows it.
"Fuck, twinkie, I'm gonna cum," He warns you, pulling on your hair. "I'm gonna- oh, shit."
You breathe deeply through your nose in preparation just before feeling his cum hit the back of your throat. Calmly, you swallow it all, noticing that it tastes different to Bucky's, though the difference isn't stark.
He pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up onto the bed, leaning closer to kiss you. His tongue clashes with yours for a few moments as he kisses you deeply, lowering you down onto the mattress. Pulling away, he sorts out his sweatpants while you stare at the ceiling, catching your breath.
"Wanda seems nice," He comments after a few moments, joining you and laying down next to you. "Pretty, too."
"She has a boyfriend," You immediately feel inclined to point out.
"I know," He confirms. "Besides, I wouldn't go there. Got you now, don't I?"
You don't let yourself feel special at his words as you turn on your side to face him. "Cute. But what if a girl does come along, and she's super pretty, and you wanna be with her straight away?" You hypothesize, not wanting your deal with the fuckboys to end any time soon.
He turns on his side, too, meeting your eyes with his blues. "Twinkie, if I believed in love at first sight, it would be with you," He claims smoothly.
You raise a brow, still not convinced.
Sighing, Steve turns back to look up at the ceiling. "I know what pretty looks like. I've seen it. I've been inside it multiple times," He states, making you wince. "Pretty's not that special."
"Okay, fine," You say, returning to lie on your back. "What if her personality is amazing?"
"You know who you're talking to, right?" He asks you incredulously. "Buck and I, we don't do that stuff. We haven't for a long time."
"Do what?" You wonder with a frown. "Love?"
"Yeah, pretty much," He sighs.
Sitting up, you turn to him. "That's really sad," You comment.
Steve narrows his eyes at you, resting his hands under his head. "When was the last time you were in love?" He challenges you.
Holding up a finger, you raise your brows. "Touché."
"And look at us. All three of us," He goes on to say. "Unloved, yet the happiest motherfuckers in the world. We are living, breathing proof that you don't need the sappy, forever and always bullshit to be happy. All you really need is sex, money, and good food. Life is much more fun this way."
Unable to find a reason to disagree with him, you slowly nod. "Interesting," You mumble.
"I'm back, sluts," Bucky announces while walking back into the bedroom. His hair is damp and he's fully naked, making your mouth run dry as you sit up.
"Buck-"
"I'm gonna steal some of your clothes, newb," He states bluntly before rifling through your wardrobe. "Got anything... manly?"
Getting over your initial shock, you blink a few times, but your eyes remain firmly glued to his bare butt. "Uh... top shelf," You inform him, watching as he reaches upwards, making his back muscles flex. "How do you guys have, like, perfect bodies?" You wonder aloud, turning back down to look at Steve while Bucky changes into a pair of your ragged basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie. The shorts are a little tight, but they do wonders for his ass.
"You keep forgetting we're rich," Steve says as he picks up your planner from the nightstand and flicks through it. "Money can buy you anything. Hence it being one of the three pillars of happiness."
"Oh, yeah," You say, before frowning at him. "Why are you reading that? It's just a work diary; nothing juicy."
"May twenty-sixth, two-thirty: buy Thor a latte, with a tiny little love heart next to it," He reads out loud with a quirked brow.
"Ooh, a love heart?" Bucky interjects teasingly.
"He bought me an iced coffee the day before," You recall. "I wanted to make sure I remembered to return the favor."
"And what's the love heart for?" Bucky asks while rummaging through your creams and stealing one to apply to his face.
"I put a love heart next to everything. I'm cute, remember?" You claim casually, reaching out to grab the planner out of Steve's hands.
He moves it out of reach while flicking through the pages and frowning. "Hmm, I can't see any other love hearts," He says loudly. "Oh wait - found one."
"See?" You exclaim with a huff.
"... Right next to Thor's name again," He finishes smugly. "June eleventh, four-fifteen: give Thor his pen back. Love heart, love heart."
"Two love hearts?" Bucky calls out incredulously as he turns to you while rubbing cream into his cheeks.
"Love hearts don't mean anything!" You swear. "He just..." Giving up, you huff. "He's cute, alright? Let me have a crush in peace."
You regret admitting to it, as the boys immediately burst into chimes of Awwww! and You're so cute!. Bucky joins the two of you on the bed and hands out a hairbrush to you.
"Comb my hair?" He requests, sitting cross-legged in front of you.
Sitting up opposite him, you take the brush and let out a sigh. "Haven't either of you had a crush before? It's natural," You say.
"When we crush on someone, we wanna fuck their brains out," Steve tells you bluntly. "But you crush in the adorable way. You probably want Thor to take you on a picnic and gently put a flower in your hair, after caressing your cheek and telling you that you remind him of the gentle breeze on a summer night."
"That does sound nice," You admit, deciding to withhold the fact that you'd also love for Thor to fuck your brains out. "But haven't you ever been intellectually attracted to someone? Emotionally?"
They share a look before a sheepish one grows on Bucky's face. "The thing is, last time we did that, it didn't end very well," He admits.
"Really?" You ask, gently brushing through his damp hair. "What happened?"
Silently, they seem to be contemplating whether or not to tell you, when Steve finally puts down the diary and shrugs. "She was a two-timing prick," He utters bitterly.
"Oh?" You frown, looking over at him. "She... did you both like her?"
"Steve met her first," Bucky begins the story. "We had just started college, and had barely turned eighteen. He saw her at a party, and they hit it off right away, but for some reason, he didn't think to tell me that."
"She wanted to keep it on the low. Her over-protective brother was a senior at our college, and she was paranoid about him finding out," Steve adds. "So I didn't tell anyone."
"Keeping it on the low means not posting about it on Instagram, not keeping it from your best friend," Bucky corrects him, and you can tell it's still a sore subject.
"So, then what?" You ask carefully, combing Bucky's hair back.
"I guess it was also fun to keep it a secret," Steve tells you with a shrug. "Until I caught her riding Bucky."
You gasp, turning to him with wide-eyes. "Seriously?" You ask before turning back to Bucky and hitting his shoulder. "Seriously?"
"I didn't know they were dating!" Bucky defends himself, holding his hands up in surrender. "She told me she was single when we started sleeping with each other."
"It was more than once?" You remark, taken aback.
"She was sleeping with us both for a good couple of months," Steve reveals dryly. "Only, I thought it was more than sex between us. Bucky and her were just fucking, and she made me feel like her and I were exclusive."
"Apparently, her girlfriends had put her up to it. Made a bet that she wouldn't be able to fuck us both," Bucky tells you mirthlessly. "She got eighty bucks for screwing us both, and we got chlamydia."
Stupefied, you drop the hairbrush and slap your hands over your mouth. "Shut the fuck up," You say, your words muffled.
"Wish he was kidding," Steve comments lowly.
Recovering from your shock, you let out a long sigh. You can tell it's difficult for Steve to recant the story, but you can't help but prod further. "Did you love her?" You whisper, almost scared to ask.
Looking down, Steve says nothing, which in itself is answer enough.
"Steve and I got into a bad fight. The girl's brother got involved, blamed us for the chlamydia and beat our asses," Bucky tells you with a dry laugh. "I didn't think we'd ever get back from it, but eventually we did. Once we realized that she had played us both, and that we couldn't let some girl break up 15 years of friendship."
"Well, whoever this girl is, she must've been incredible," You comment. "She played the players."
Steve snorts, though he isn't laughing. "She was definitely something," He mutters.
"He was more into her than I was. Steve was hurt the most," Bucky says truthfully. "I just wanted to fuck her."
"And I was an idiot who had the crazy idea to fall for someone," Steve says acidly, looking up to meet your eyes. "Can you believe that? Me?"
Remaining cross-legged, you turn your body a little more towards him. "So that's why you reject love and dating," You state. "Because the last time you tried it, you got hurt?"
"And I realized it's dumb," He replies. "Useless."
"Also the chlamydia," Bucky adds with a shudder. "I suddenly saw the appeal in condoms, real fast."
"Fair enough," You mumble, before turning your head. "What about you, Bucky? You didn't have feelings for this girl, so what's your excuse for rejecting love?"
He waves his hand flippantly at your question. "Oh yeah, I had my epic heartbreak when I was much younger. Dot saw to that. Remember her, Stevie?" He asks with a sad smile.
"Vicious," Steve responds under his breath. "For a sixteen year old, she sure knew how to break someone down."
"Yeah, I've been disillusioned since I was a teenager," Bucky tells you with a shrug. "Love is fake."
"I guess behind every fuckboy is a girl who broke their heart," You comment dryly.
"And gave them chlamydia," Bucky mumbles under his breath.
"We all have our villain origin stories," Steve says, laying back on the bed.
Hey, it's working so far.
Their words get you thinking.
Why should you risk getting hurt? And possibly chlamydia? Is love worth the heartbreak at the end? And the possible chlamydia? Maybe Steve's right; sex, money, and good food are all you need to be happy.
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pairing: soft!dark bucky barnes x virgin!witch reader
warnings: 18+ only. noncon/dubcon, smut, pet names, talks of blood, talks of rituals and sacrifices, loss of virginity, crying, absolutely not canon. if i’ve missed anything please let me know!!
words: 4.9k
notes: canon? we don’t know her. this is my first attempt at a dark fic and it was absolutely inspired by that one episode of supernatural 💀 lol. i think i like this? and i hope you do too 💘 as always - feedback is both welcomed and appreciated!
This is a DARK fic!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.
“Here. You’ll need to take this,” Stark said as he handed you the vial that contained the black liquid. “Otherwise trying to go through with the sacrifice will send your powers into overdrive. They’ll do everything they can to keep you alive, which will inevitably end badly for anyone in close proximity to you.” It made sense. And you didn’t have any reason to think you would need your powers between then and now. You were safe. It was just you and Bucky at the compound tonight. Everyone else was either desperately trying to get a lead on Wanda or leaving to get things prepared for tomorrow night. So you took it and swallowed it down. It felt like blood sliding down your throat and the feeling served as a reminder that your story would end in blood. Just the way it started. Blood magic was powerful enough on its own - but blood magic being used by and running through a natural born witch - it was something else entirely. Your mother wasn’t a natural born- she was trained - forged. And when she had you, she didn’t know that you yourself were different. You had been born with magic being an innate ability, no forging required. But because your mother didn’t know, she had trained you in the most powerful magic she had known. Blood. It was a deeply intense form of magic and the power that it came with was unlike any of the other disciplines. You quickly became enchanted with the magic and it soon merged with your pure and natural abilities to create a form of magic unlike anything that had been seen before. The only force stronger than your own was that of the Scarlet Witch. You had heard stories of her from your mother. Of the myth that she was. And then you joined the Avengers and you met her. You quickly became close. Sharing your knowledge with each other, constantly trying to learn about your abilities. It was inevitable that you two would end up linked. After experimenting with blood magic bonding, you two had decided to try a spell. The bond you two naturally shared was like one of sisters, but the second you two enacted the spell it became more. It was like you could feel each other, and when you needed to find one another, you could. You could also transfer your magic through your blood bond, even call out to each other when you were in trouble. You knew one another like no one else. You were always there for one another. Until you weren’t. When Wanda lost everything, that included you. After the snap brought you back, you didn’t know what to do or where to go. You were weak - something had happened to you when you were snapped away, your mind was clouded and your powers seemingly depleted. Your blood bond with Wanda was apparently gone. It took you months to regain your powers and find your way back to the team. And by then, things had already gotten very much out of hand. Wanda had become, “a problem”, as Strange had put it. You and the team had spent the last four months trying to find her. And you all knew time was running out on Strange’s prophecy.
“You are the only one who would be able to stand a chance against her, Y/N. And only with blood magic. She is the Scarlet Witch. Anyone else going against her, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight. But you- using your magic- it might just even the playing field for us.”
You had thought your story would end in a fight. An all out battle with Wanda. There was no way you were going to win- you knew that. But you losing wasn’t the same as the team losing. If the team lost - the world lost. If you lost - well that distraction might be enough to edge closer to victory. The power you would unleash in death could very well be enough to pull off the impossible.
But with this ritual - you would know exactly where Wanda was. Exactly what she was doing. You would have the upper hand. This could be what you needed to get to Wanda before Strange’s prophecy could pass - before she went too far. If you could find her now - you could stop her without having to kill her. That was all that mattered to you. If you had to die so that the world could live, you were fine with that. And if you had to die so that Wanda could live, you would. She was like your sister. Of course you would. In a heartbeat. And so you were going to.
It called for a virgin sacrifice. Something you had chosen not to inform the team of until tonight - though you had suspected that Strange already knew. You were grateful that he respected you enough to let you disclose that information on your own. When you had finally told the team, they were, as you expected, adamantly against going through with it. After you explained your perspective, how giving yourself for the ritual could potentially save the entire world and Wanda herself - how your blood specifically could amplify the spell. This, your sacrifice, could save hundreds of thousands of lives. And though Steve and Bucky in particular were still against it, you had everyone else on your side. They didn’t all agree with your decision, but they respected it. Well, everyone but Bucky.
“Do you know how stupid this is? None of us know if this will work. We don’t know how far she’s gone. And even if she isn’t completely out of her mind when we find her, what makes any of you think she will listen to us now? Huh? She didn’t before,” Bucky had yelled at all of you.
“We weren’t there for her before.” You said sharply. “None of us. So we have to try. Because she deserves for us to try. Not just to save the world from her destruction - but to save her from herself. Her grief. It’s all she’s ever known and she deserves more than that. I won’t let her become the villain she’s been trying to fight her entire life -“
“And I won’t just let you kill yourself for her!” He shot back. All you could do was stare at him as his gaze bore into yours. Finally you tore your eyes away and looked to the ground.
“If this is what we have to do to get to her, then we’re gonna do it. I’ll do it.” You said, effectively making your point to everyone else in the room.
He still refused to have any part in getting the ritual done. Deciding instead to focus his efforts on trying to change your mind, because there was no way in hell he was going to lose you. And he knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help but feel hurt that you would so willingly give your life away. As if you had nothing to live for. As if he meant nothing to you. And so his hurt twisted it’s way into rage as he continued to argue with you.
Even as half the team, being led by Steve, urgently went back to trying to discover any other way to find Wanda, any way to not have to go through with this ritual or at the very least to not make it fatal, and the other half led by Stark and Strange got to work getting all the other aspects of the ritual ready for the next night.
And so that’s how you found yourself left alone at the compound with a very upset Bucky. He was outraged, disgusted even, by the way everyone had seemed to let this go so easily. As if this wasn’t your life being given up. As if losing you wouldn’t be as tragic a loss as he knew it would be. And even after everyone had left, he didn’t back down in his argument. You two were going back and forth until you had finally had enough. You couldn’t keep letting him try and change your mind. A small part of you was afraid that maybe he just might. Of course you didn’t want to die. But you were willing to.
But with Bucky pleading with you not to do it, near begging you to not leave the team, to not leave him, you could feel your resolve starting to slip away. You needed to just get away.
“We’ll need you when we find her. And we can find her some other way, there has to be another way. If we get to her without you - it will have all been pointless anyway!” Bucky continued in his rant as you stood there, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He was making this so much harder than it had to be.
“If this works, you won’t need me.”
“I will always need you, y/n.”
You knew he’d be upset but you really didn’t imagine the fight he would put up for this - for you.
When you had finally found your way back home, back to the team, you and Bucky grew close rather quickly. There was an instant attraction, a pull to one another. Bucky was always there for you. Always made you feel safe. Taken care of, even. But it never developed into anything more, Bucky wouldn’t let it. “He’s scared,” Steve had said to you one night after having a talk with Bucky. “He really likes you, y/n. He’s just scared. He’s lost a lot in his life, ya know?”
“I get it. I just .. I don’t know, it seems like he doesn’t think he deserves to be happy. In any aspect of his life. And I just hope he knows that, whether it includes me or not, he deserves his happy ending, too. I mean, we all do. You included,” you intoned as your elbow nudged his and you nodded your head in the direction of Nat who was in the kitchen making dinner.
“Yeah,” he pondered. “Yeah, we all do, don’t we.” He smiled as he looked to Nat, who had turned just in time to see him staring and gave him her signature smirk.
“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked as he snuck up on you from behind the couch.
“How are you always so quiet?” You questioned in response as you tilted your head back to look up at him standing behind you.
“I’m gonna go help Nat out in the kitchen,” Steve said as he excused himself.
Bucky walked around and took his seat next to you. “I know you know I heard that little conversation.”
“I know you know I know you heard,” you smiled at him. “And I mean it. You do deserve to be happy.”
“Who says I’m not happy?” He asked with a light smile. You just looked at him and smiled a tight smile, pressing play on the movie you had all agreed on watching that night.
Yeah, you were happy, too. But man, you thought, we could be happier. Together.
But You had resigned to just being his friend, because that was enough if it had to be. If this was as far as Bucky was willing to take your relationship, then it was better than not having him at all, you thought. You didn’t know, truly, how deeply Bucky felt for you. How serious you were to him. You were everything and he just couldn’t risk ruining it and losing you. So he was trying his best to take things slow with you and not come on too strong.
This entire situation changed everything for him, though. He didn’t care about coming on too strong anymore, he just needed to get you to see that you couldn’t just go. He couldn’t let you give your life away. He couldn’t lose you.
“This is our shot, Bucky. And if Strange is right, I’m probably gonna die either way. So if I’m dying a virgin, I mean, at least it’ll be for a reason,” You tried to joke. Though you knew he wouldn’t find it funny. Instead of waiting to hear his response, you turned around, walked out of the kitchen and retreated to your room.
You had one night left to yourself. You decided to change into something comfortable - your favorite pajamas would do- and settle in with your favorite movies while you planned on packing your things up to make it easier on everyone when they would inevitably have to clear your room. Your plans were swiftly interrupted by the sound of your door opening.
Having only just removed your jacket, you turned around in surprise and were startled to see the way Bucky’s face was contorted. He looks… pained? Conflicted. He’s obviously upset by your decision - but this seems something more. His eyes are dark and honestly - you feel a little scared as he lifted his head and his eyes meet yours.
“Bucky…” you nearly whisper.
“I won’t let you go through with this. Everyone else might be okay with this - justifying it because it’s ‘the noble thing’,” he scoffed at the recollection of the nights earlier arguments. “But it’s not. It’s nothing other than murder. You’re going to let them murder you, Y/N.” He was speaking roughly and low as he slowly approached you - all the while you were trying to cautiously back away from him. Trying to keep some space between you two.
It was an odd feeling trying to keep away from him. You loved Bucky. Normally you would do anything if it meant being around him- but right here, right now. All you wanted to do was get away. You need to get away, you realized as your back hit the wall. There wasn’t much you could do right now. Your powers were at the weakest they had ever been thanks to the serum Tony and Bruce gave you. And the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.
You didn’t know what he was going to do and though you were sure he wasn’t going to kill you - you were still afraid. This feeling was foreign. You had always felt safe with Bucky. Like no matter what, he would be there to protect you. He would do anything for you, anything to protect you.
Oh, god. He would do anything to protect you.
Anything.
You didn’t want to even think it. It seemed impossible. Like it was the last thing he could possibly be willing to do.
“Bucky, please. What are you doing?”
“You’re not giving me a choice here, Y/N.” He said, a hint of sadness in his voice as he stood just inches in front of you, brows furrowed.
“There’s always a choice, Bucky.”
“Then my choice is to not let you die.” He grit out as he backed up all the way up to the wall, your body lightly hitting it as he held you there.
He inched closer and you inhaled a sharp breath.
“I can’t lose you.” He spoke quietly, almost to himself, as he leaned his head down - his forehead pressed to yours as he closed his eyes.
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to feel.
You had imagined plenty of times what it would be like to be with Bucky. It was no secret you had feelings for each other, but Bucky would never let anything happen. Though, you had been teased on multiple occasions by other members of the team about what they liked to call your “boyfriend without benefits” relationship with Bucky. He would certainly act as if you were together, but nothing physical ever happened - obviously.
So right now, with him being so close to you - you just didn’t know what to do.
And when his lips found yours - you swore you could feel every emotion he was going through. You could swear you knew his every thought in that moment.
He was angry. Scared. Frustrated. But mostly, and this is what worried you most, was the feeling of guilt that flooded the kiss. The pain.
And so that kiss confirmed what you had feared. Bucky wasn’t going to let you go through with it. He was determined to stop you. He was willing to do anything to keep you alive - even this.
As he continued his assault on your lips, you found yourself caught up in the feeling of him - something you had longed for for so long - and didn’t even register how compliant you were being. You couldn’t do this - you had to stop him. You began to struggle against him, trying to push him away.
“Bucky, stop. Please,” you got out through deep breaths as his lips left yours and began to trail down your face and neck as his hands grabbed your arms to keep your back against the wall and your chest to his.
“It’s okay,” he muttered against your neck. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”
“Bucky you can’t do this. Please. You wouldn’t-“
“I would.” He growled. “To keep you safe- alive. I will.” He reasoned. “I have to.”
“Youre being selfish.” You bit out.
“Selfish?” He scoffed. “Maybe I am. After everything, I think I deserve to be a little selfish. I think I deserve a little happiness. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? That I deserve my happy ending.” He pulled away to meet your eyes again. “Well that’s you. You’re my happy ending. Don’t you see that, haven’t I shown you that? You’re my everything, y/n. I need you,” he paused.
Looking deep into your watering eyes, he whispered, “I’m sorry,” before he tore your shirt off your body. The speed of his movements shocked you and you yelped at the action. He backed away slightly to start pulling your sweats down and it gave you the perfect opportunity to try and get away. You pushed yourself off the wall and dashed to the side of him, bounding towards the door. He was quick. Always so quick. He caught you in his arms as you struggled against him.
“Let me go!” You shouted as you continued to kick your legs in a desperate attempt to escape him as his arms held you firm to him, your back to his chest.
“I can’t,” he said in your ear.
“Please,” you quietly cried, “please Bucky.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, you know that. You have to know that. I just. need. you. If this is what it takes to keep you, then it’s what I have to do. I know you’re not going to listen to me. This is the only way to stop you.”
“But you’ll be okay,” he promised, “it’ll be okay.” He continued as he brought you to your bed. He got your sweats off and left you stunned in your bra and underwear. You were frozen in place. Your mind was racing, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. Trying to figure out how you felt. You didn’t know. This was wrong, obviously. You had volunteered yourself to be the virgin sacrifice that the ritual needed in order to find Wanda - to save Wanda- and here you were about to have your virginity taken from you. But it was the man you loved. The one who promised to keep you safe. The one who you knew would never hurt you. It was Bucky. But still, you argued with yourself, it’s still wrong.
You could understand what Bucky had been saying, though. You could understand his reasoning. If you were being honest with yourself and it were Bucky trying to sacrifice himself to save someone else, you knew you would do anything and everything you could to stop him, too. You were at war with yourself and the noise in your head had successfully drowned out everything- including what had been happening right in front of you. As Bucky leaned down over you on the bed, you realized that he had removed his clothing and as his lips met your bare chest, you realized that he had removed the rest of what was covering you previously. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of him on you. It felt good. So good. How could this be so wrong when it feels like this? your brain tried to reason.
As his mouth trailed down lower you suddenly jolted and tried to sit up but his hands gripped your hips.
“Don’t make this hard, doll. Please. I know you’re scared but just let me. Let me make you feel good. Don’t think about anything else. Just focus on me. I know how long you’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted it to,”
“Not like this, please,” you whined, “Bucky, please! please, please, please, please,” you continued to cry as he gently kissed his way down your stomach until his mouth met your mound. You couldn’t hold in your moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth. The feeling was like nothing you had felt before. It was so different from the way your own fingers felt when you touched yourself. It was incredible. He began to lick you, his tongue moving from swirling your clit to trailing up and down your slit and making his way inside your tight, undeniably wet, hole. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled on him as he gripped your hips and moved you closer to him, his hands coming down and moving along from across the tops of your thighs. Moving his right hand, he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you while his tongue never stopped its motions. His left thumb then found your clit and you felt your walls tighten and squeeze around his fingers as your climax quickly approached.
“Bucky - uh- please,” you moaned as tears welled again in your eyes. You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Still couldn’t decide if you wanted him. Of course you want him, your mind shot at you. It’s all you ever wanted. He’s all you ever wanted.
You couldn’t take it anymore. The conflict raging inside you became all too much. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t stop him- even if you wanted to. So why were you still fighting this. Your mind decided to finally quiet. You couldn’t think of anything as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs shook and tried to close on Buckys head but he didn’t let that phase him as he worked you through your high. Your fingers were still in his hair and you started mindlessly stroking his hair and massaging his scalp as you caught your breath.
You can’t fight him, you thought to yourself. He’s right. I just need to not think about anything else. There’s no point. This is gonna happen. It’s okay to give in. It’ll be okay. It’s Bucky, your mind tried to convince you, you’ll be okay.
Bucky’s groan pulled you out of your head and you looked down just in time to see him finally pull away from you.
“You’re okay,” he reassured you - and himself - as he stared at you with such longing and something akin to sorrow in his eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, doll. I promise,” he spoke as his hands softly massaged your thighs. He made his way back up your body until he was hovering over you. Your breaths were coming in quick and shallow as you tried to calm your racing heart. This was it. Bucky was about to take your virginity. There was no going back after this. Not just in terms of the ritual - but in your relationship. Things were never going to be the same after this. You weren’t going to be the same after this.
Bucky leaned down on top of you and met your lips in a tender kiss. It felt like an apology. Like he was trying to get across how he had wanted this to go. Soft and sweet. Gentle and caring. How it should have been. How he had imagined it. He felt terrible. He knew he had scared you, forced you. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. Especially for something that wasn’t a guarantee. He wouldn’t do it.
He lowered himself down closer to your body, and your tears began to fall anew as you felt him hard against you. This wasn’t right and you were scared. What would the consequences of this be? You couldn’t even begin to imagine. And that wasn’t the only thing that scared you. Would it hurt? As you took a chance and glanced down to where you felt Bucky against you, you whimpered and decided that, yeah, it probably would.
Bucky shushed you as you whimpered and cried. Trying his best to soothe you as he held himself up on his right arm next to your head, his left hand caressed up and down your sides. He dropped his head to the crook of your neck and left light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings trying to distract you.
“Ah-uh-“ you whined through your grit teeth as you felt the tip of him slowly push into you, your hands finding and gripping his biceps.
“Shhh. I know it hurts, sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry. Just breathe. I got you, baby. I got you. It’ll feel good soon, I promise. Just trust me,” he spoke, voice tight, as he continued to push his cock into you. He kissed away your tears that were falling down your face. Once he was fully inside you, he gave you time to adjust to his intrusion, all the while letting out soft moans and groans at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him. He felt you squeeze him and as your hips bucked up without much thought from you, he slowly started to move in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm as your mouth fell open and you gasped and moaned lowly. He knew it was wrong, but the second he entered you - he felt relief like he never knew. No matter what happened after that, he knew you wouldn’t be able to give yourself for the ritual. You wouldn’t be able to sacrifice yourself. You wouldn’t be able to leave him. And though the anxiety he had been drowning in had left - he was now left with feelings of shame and guilt. He had wanted you for so long - had imagined exactly how it would be. This wasn’t it. He didn’t want to take from you. He had wanted you to give yourself to him freely. If the circumstances had been different , if you hadn’t had been talking about killing yourself for some insane ritual- he would have waited. It would have been perfect. But the circumstances weren’t different and here you found yourselves. It might not have been how he imagined, but it was still you. He still had you. That’s all that really mattered. That’s all he could focus on for now. You and those soft broken noises that left you with his every thrust. The way your hands grabbed at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to you as you continued to cry.
“I love you, y/n. I need you to know. I’m sorry. I love you,” he panted out as his eyes bore into yours. He quickened his pace, feeling himself inch closer to his climax as you began to tighten around him once again.
“Please,” you begged as you stared back at him, desperate. You were so close, and you knew he must be too.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and you pulled him into an intense and passionate kiss. “I know,” you whispered to him as you pulled away. “I love you,” you said through more tears, holding onto him for dear life. Nuzzling your face into his neck as his fingers found your clit and began to rub you in small, tight circles. Bucky groaned in your ear and you felt him come inside you. Every nerve ending in your body suddenly lit up as you came with him. It wasn’t just your orgasm, though. You also felt a huge surge of power that you had never experienced before. The breath seemed to be sucked out of you as your eyes light up red. In your mind's eye, you saw her. She was in a cabin - it looked like one of the old safe houses you guys had used a while back - before everything went down. She was sitting on the couch - staring at a book closed on the table in front of her. She was crying. You could see it all. You could feel it all. And just as quickly as it came - the vision had gone. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you sucked in a greedy breath as you found yourself staring into Bucky’s terrified eyes as he grabbed you in his arms. You looked to your hands and successfully attempted to ignite your magic. The black glow emitted from your hands easily and the power you had felt when you orgasmed seemed to have stayed with you. You’d never felt so good. So potent. It was incredible.
“Y/n?” he asked, shaking you gently.
“I know where she is,” you breathed. “We need to go. Now.”
Bucky's magical dick is the answer to everything!!! Hahahaha
I love this. I mean I get it, the poor unfortunate soul deserves everything he wants, that's what everyone always say. So don't blame him for taking it 🤭🤭
I cannot explain how excited I was to see this challenge come through my dashboard. I've decided to do more challenges like this is in 2022, and @riverevelations came in at the perfect time with the perfect challenge! So, may I present my take on The Little Mermaid for the #winterwonderlandwritingchallenge! As always, special thanks to @firefly-graphics for their amazing dividers and @grassylampshade for beta-ing my mistakes because I am a walking disaster of a human being.
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Fairy tale: The Little Mermaid - OG version (sorry Disney!)
Characters: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC, PROCEED WITH CAUTION, blood, canon typical violence, murder - the usual for these two. major character death warning, angst
Length: 5k (I have never been accused of being pithy).
The deepwater hides many things: treasures, dangers, and secrets. It has been a long time since it happened, but just like a gold coin buried in the sand, the truth remains even if it is never uncovered.
Truth be told, the birth of the Mer-King’s youngest was strange. The tides were angry that day, and the skies roared with hurricane winds, and massive waves rocked the sea. In the castle, far under the violent surface, under the waves of the human’s oblivion, the Mer-Queen struggled with the birth of the child. The labor was as long and as violent as the storm above, and as the eye of the hurricane passed over the coral castle, the Mer-Queen succumbed to the dark depth of the oceans. The Mer-King, desperate to save the child, took the pearl-handled knife off his hip, gutting his wife like a fish, leaving her mother to catch the child as it fell from her body.
“A male child,” the dowager mother replied, wrapping the boy in a blanket of sea kelp and offering him to the King.
Overcome with grief for the loss of his wife, and filled with hatred for the child he blamed for it, he turned his back on the child. The boy grew into the image of his mother. He was not strong; he was as gentle and sweet as the Queen had been, and though he tried to please his father, the King wished nothing to do with him.
“There now,” his six sisters comforted him. “Perhaps it is that your long hair is the same color of sand as hers -” said Attina.
“Maybe if your eyes weren’t the same shade of blue as hers, sparkling as the cold sea…” Alana guessed.
“Perhaps if you were stronger like the unmoving cliffs of the sea,” offered Adella unhelpfully.
“Maybe your sweet voice awakens his pain again,” sighed Aquata.
“Perhaps if you were more like him -”
“And a little less like her…” Arista and Adrina mused insightfully.
The boy sighed as the dowager shooed them away. “Pay them no mind, Steven. Six spoiled girls all in a row, one after the other. Each ruined by the world above. You are perfect as you are.” The dowager took Steven by the hand and settled him into his bed, stroking his hair as she had done to her daughter, his mother, when she was younger.
It was true. The boy was slight. He was sickly. He favored the mother and none the father, and while this turned the King’s heart against him, it warmed the Dowager’s old heart.
“You shall see,” she promised. “One day you shall rule the seas as your father does now, and all will be at peace. Take your rest now, child.”
With long lashes (like his mother’s), his eyes closed to seek his rest day after day, hoping to grow into favor with his father. But alas, as time went on, the boy did not grow into a strong, fierce merman. He stayed small and slight and favored the mother more each day. The chasm between father and son grew. The poor child did what he could, always pushing himself to be the noblest, the kindest, the strongest of willed, but the favor he sought did not come. The Mer-King preferred his daughters, doting on them and giving in to their whims.
Where Steven was to be kept out of view and hidden in the shadows, his older sisters were given free rein of the surface, coming and going to bask in the sun’s warming rays as they felt like it. The more freedom they received, the more he lost, and he grew to resent them as he did his father. And as each of the girls was granted the gift of joining the Land of Man for a year to celebrate their fifteenth birthday, his excitement to experience the world above water grew.
But as the day of his fifteenth birthday arrived, Steven learned he was not to be granted the same gifts as his sisters. Denied his chance at the sun, he cursed his father. Alone in his room, Steven raged with indignation and fury. He spit at his father’s name and wished nothing but pain and suffering on the man who couldn’t love him less.
Unfortunately for Steven, the fruition of his curse hurt him as well. The Spirit of the Seas had heard his angry words, they hurt the Mer-King in a way that Steven could not. That night, as she lay abed, the Dowager joined her daughter in eternal sleep, bubbling away into seafoam to gather on the shores.
Devastated and wracked with guilt, Steven left the coral castle, swimming as far away as his delicate fins could take him. He crashed through the surface of the water at night, not knowing enough about the Land of Man to exercise the caution he should. It was a world that his father should have warned him about, but instead of equipping the boy with knowledge, the Father had left him dumb. So when the boy saw a large craft floating on the waves, defying the law of the ocean and sitting on top of the waters instead of sinking down into them, he carelessly went closer.
There was music coming from the ship; a tune that he had never heard before. Pulling himself up the side of the boat, his scaled fins immune to the scraping of the barnacles on the hull, Steven watched in the shadows as men played instruments for a young boy to dance to. No, he wasn’t that young. He looked about as old as Steven was himself, but instead of a long tail, he danced on two strong legs. The Stranger’s face looked similar enough to his own. Instead of sand-colored hair flowing down his back like Steven’s, the Stranger’s was the color of wet driftwood, deep and dark and tied at the back of his neck. He smiled freely as he danced, limbs moving to the music. Steven looked at his own tail as it disappeared down into the water and wondered what it must be like to move like that to the music. It was a skill he would never have.
The way that the Stranger moved touched Steven’s heart, and he released his hold on the ship to sink back into the water. Holding his hand to his heart, he felt the increased, frantic beating underneath his palm. The feeling was new, and it was different, and it was because of the stranger. Even without needing to breech the surface again, Steven could remember the lilt of his laugh, the indent in his chin, and his broad shoulders and strong legs as he danced.
Imitating the moves on his own, in the safety of his ocean, Steven laughed and pretended he was on that floating mass with the boy. Even as he spoke to himself, imagining a conversation where they shared the simple joys of exchanging names, Steven laughed again freely. So caught up in his impossible fantasy, Steven failed to sense the change in the seas around him.
A storm started to rage. Quietly at first, with waves that rocked the boat from bow to stern. Steven could feel his father’s rage in the storm, and it mattered little to him if it were because his father was upset that he was missing or if it were anger caused by the death of the Dowager. Still, in the moment with the smiling man with hair the color of wet wood, Steven crashed through the surface to see him again and make sure he was safe.
What he saw disturbed him. For instead of the happy party that he had witnessed, Steven now saw the frantic behavior of men trying to save their ship and their lives. The winds tossed the boat from side to side, and the waves battered it and spun it around. Men fell overboard as the mast in the middle of the ship broke apart and began dragging the ship down into the depth of the sea.
Terrified for the boy that he had seen, Steven abandoned the teachings of his father, his sisters, and the Dowager. A need to save the boy coiled deep inside his heart, screaming and aching as he swam through bits and pieces of the broken ship, dodging other men as they tried to grab him for support. Steven pushed them all away and left them to drown, determined to save the one who smiled like the stars.
Becoming more and more desperate, Steven searched through the wreckage, gasping as he saw the body of his beloved clinging to a useless piece of broken ship. His body was barely discernible from the other pieces of flotsam and jetsam, but that tightly wound knot in his chest drove him to save the Stranger, no matter the cost to himself.
And, lo, that cost was great. As Steven stared at the Stranger’s features for the long hours spent swimming him towards shore, the tightness felt for the Stranger loosened and grew, wrapping around him like the wide-spanning arms of the sea fan that graced the warmer waters where they swam. The sun that caused the heating of the sea blistered Steven’s fair face, and every so often he dunked his face in the water to keep from completely drying out. To keep his mind off his own cracking skin, Steve studied the sharp cut of the Stranger’s cheekbones, the strong angle of his jaw, and the deep furrow of his brow. Though it broke his heart to know that the Stranger would not remember his journey on the mer-man’s back, Steven continued towards shore.
It was the only right thing to do - to save the Stranger. Struggling in the shallow waters, Steven used his tail to push himself up the sandy banks of the shore, still dragging the Stranger on his back. Outside of the water, Steven struggled with the weight of his own body and fell under the added weight of the Stranger’s. Still, determined to save the one who fascinated him, Steven persevered, grabbing handfuls of sand in his water-wrinkled hands as he moved them further up the beach.
Body shaking and chest heaving from the effort, Steven collapsed on the hot sand next to the Stranger. He just needed to rest for a moment to regain his strength before returning to the sea and leaving the Stranger behind like a forgotten dream. He had done what he had intended; the Stranger was no longer in danger of being dragged back out to sea by the tides. Though the danger had ceased for the Stranger, it had just begun for the mer-man.
Drifting down from the cliffs above the shore were voices, singing, and music. Free from the terror of losing the Stranger to the sea, Steven heard the people above and knew they were the best hope for his Stranger’s survival. Unwilling to leave his side until he was truly found and safe, Steven brushed his scaly lips across the cheek of the Stranger and promised to always keep him safe. Steven’s long, blonde hair fell around the man’s face, and the sun above cast the rescuer in a holy halo as the Stranger’s eyes flickered open and fell shut again.
It was a strangely intimate yet aloof goodbye, and it was with a heavy sinking in his chest that Steve called upon the last of his strength to return to the sea. Gulping in the water and rehydrating his gills, Steven hid in the kelp-filled shallows until he saw other people on two legs run down to cradle the Stranger’s body.
A woman with hair as long and as fair as his own reached the Stranger first. She threw her arms around the sleeping man and cradled him in her arms as the others joined her. One man ran back up the cliff and returned with a contraption that they laid the man on. It was in that makeshift bed that they pulled him up the cliffs and out of Steven’s sight.
As Steven turned his back begrudgingly on the shore, he returned to the depth from which he came, committing the Stranger’s face to memory. When he returned to the coral castle, no one asked where he had been. No one sought to give him comfort over the loss of the Dowager. The King did not call on him and bestow the gifts owed to him upon his fifteenth birthday. Without the Dowager there to protect him, Steven was alone and forgotten to the kingdom.
Though it was done to him, Steven could push aside and abandon thoughts of the Stranger. The memories of the man and the softness of his skin, and the way that his feet had moved when he danced - those were the memories that Steven held onto, protecting them in his heart like an oyster guarding a pearl. The rest of the world could forget him, but Steven would never forget the one he thought the world of. The yearning Steven felt for the Stranger drove him mad, and his madness drove him into the cave of the Sea Witch.
Now, Steven had grown up hearing the terrible tales of the Sea Witch. Ever since he was a child, he was instructed never to trust her. But Steven wasn’t asking for trust; he was asking for a miracle. Three more birthdays had come and gone, and Steven had once again been denied his time on land.
“Whether I like it or not - and whether you can do the job or not - you must be King someday. I pray you are not a disappointment.”
The sour words from his father did little to dissuade Steve. The more he asked for, the more he was denied, and the more refusals he received, the more sure he became that the shore was where he was truly meant to be. The seed of affection that had taken root in his heart had only grown over the years, unafraid of the raging seas that surrounded it.
Desperate for the Stranger, Steven turned to the only person more powerful than his father: The Sea Witch. Just as he had years before, Steven left the coral castle unnoticed, slipping out unseen because no one cared enough for him to keep track of him.
Past the gates of the castle, over the giant clam fields, diving into the deepest trenches at the bottom of the ocean, Steven searched for the Sea Witch. Even as the sea grew darker and colder the farther from the surface he went, Steven’s resolve did not waver; it stayed true and as strong as the day he had carried the Stranger across the ocean on his back.
After traveling for many days - or what he thought was many days for the sun did not reach this part of the ocean floor - Steve reached the craggy entrance to the Sea Witch’s lair. Entering the cursed place where the shadows seemed to move and shapes formed out of the dark, Steven pressed forward until he came to the center of the cave. The ocean felt colder and darker with the Sea Witch before him, and she spoke to him as if she knew his plight before he spoke it aloud.
“Their lives are short - those delicate things. The poor and unfortunate air breathers who cannot live as we do under the sea. They find themselves so holy and superior, believing themselves to live forever in a fantastical land called heaven. When truly - they will turn to dust as we fade into sea foam. Is this what you want, my boy? To turn to dust with a man who thinks of you as dirt?”
“That is enough!” Steven silenced the witch, his voice ringing through the cavern, echoing through the seas.
Knowing more than the mer-man did, the Sea Witch smiled sardonically in the dark. “If you think you can make him love you as you love him, I will give you your legs, and you can turn to dirt with him.”
Before she could give her stipulations, Steven foolishly agreed.
“Excellent,” the Sea Witch said. Opening her palm, she revealed a small potion bottle. Steven reached for it, ready to swallow it down. “Not yet, fool!” The Sea Witch chided. “You must be stupid, for if you take the potion down here, you will drown before you reach your beloved stranger.” She held it out for Steven to take, and again she pulled it away at the last.
“Now, now. The weight of one gift must be offset by another.”
“Anything!” Again, Steven was too foolish and too quick in his agreement.
“You loved without speaking to him, and you shall continue to do so in silence. I will give you legs for your voice, but as your voice leaves, so does your chance to return to the sea though your body will ache for it. Do you understand?” Holding the potion out to him for the third time, the Sea Witch smiled victoriously as the slight man’s hands snatched the vial from hers.
“Go to the shore,” she instructed. “Take the potion there and begin your life anew. I shan’t wish you luck because you will need more than that,” she promised cryptically.
Eager to be reunited with his Stranger, Steve swam straight to the shore. Through all of the years, he had never forgotten the place where he had left the man with the woman with hair the same color as his. Swimming through the night, Steven reached the sandy shore at sunrise. With abandon, Steven did as the Sea Witch told. Lying in the shallows, he took the potion.
The most intense pain that Steven had ever felt gripped his body, and though he called out, not a sound left his mouth. His neck and throat burned where his gills flattened into smooth skin. His tail ached as it felt like it was being split along the bone, separating into the two legs that he believed would carry him to his beloved. As before, Steven pulled his body up the sandy shore, crawling on his arms, unsure how to use his split tail. Outside of the water, his body was heavy again, and he collapsed in the sand, hoping the same savior that saved the Stranger would smile upon him and help him up the cliffs.
Luck does not answer his prayer. It is not the woman with hair like his that Steven awoke to. It was far better. It was the sharp cheekbones and dimpled chin, face heavy with worried eyebrows that he saw as he opened his eyes. Throwing his arms around his Stranger, Steven cried into his neck silently, without a voice to make a sound.
“There, there, my Captain, my pal. That’s enough of that. You’re safe here. It looks like the sea had its way with you. In my castle, you shall be spared from her rage,” the Stranger spoke softly, and Steven knew what the other man thought. He mistakenly thought that Steven had been thrown into the sea and that he had feared for his life before waking up in what he had called a castle.
Untangling himself from Steven’s arms, the stranger held out his hand. Steven took it cautiously, twisting it over in his own hand, in awe of how things felt outside of the water.
“Prince James Buchanan Barnes, at your service, old Top.” The prince shook Steven’s hand up and down joyously and beckoned to servants standing around waiting for orders. “Come on. Do you have a name or shall I keep having to call you something else?”
Steven opened his mouth, but when his answer died on his tongue, he sighed.
“That won’t do. You need a name,” the prince insisted. He hummed as he thought, bringing his face close to Steven’s and staring into his blue eyes. Steven tilted his head, equally as engrossed in the prince’s own blue eyes. They were a pair, just like each other’s, and Steven took it as a good omen of times to come. Smiling at the prince, Steven drowned in the prince’s eyes a moment longer as the other rubbed his finger across his cleft chin.
“Steven. I bet your name is Steven.” The prince nodded his head sharply and withdrew. “Although if it’s not Steven, you’re welcome to correct me.”
Steven did nothing of the sort, overjoyed that the prince was able to look into his eyes and see who he truly was.
The men continued to see each other for who they really were. The prince had found a loyal friend who had no interest (or ability) in telling him what to do, and Steven found someone who cared for him instead of pushing him away. Their friendship grew, and the two became inseparable. The prince had even appointed Steven as Captain of his guard just so he could keep him around more often. The Prince trusted Steven with his life, his mind, and his heart, and when he came to Steven, excited and giddy, words pouring out of his mouth, Steven was ready to share his joy with him. However, what the Prince celebrated, Steven could not.
“I have found her!” The Prince declared, grabbing Steven by the shoulders excitedly. “There is a God, and he is great! He saved me from the depths of the sea, and now he saves me from a marriage I did not want. Oh, she is perfect, Captain. Eyes the color of the clear sky, skin as pure as the clouds, and hair the color of the sandy beach she saved me from. Don’t you see, Captain! It’s her! I’ve found her, and she is to be my bride!”
Jealousy coiled deep within Steven’s chest, burning and aching like the long, spindly tentacles of a jellyfish. The searing pain continued, never abetting, as the royal wedding was announced. In just a matter of days, the Prince, the Captain, and the most important people in the kingdom were aboard the wedding ship. It was a beautiful day on a calm ocean that betrayed the stinging pains in Steven’s heart. Without his voice, he couldn't even call out to stop the marriage. Instead of joining in the festivities, Steven sequestered himself away, hanging over the boat’s railing, watching the ocean as it beat against the sides of the ship and sprayed sea foam onto his shirt.
After having spent so much fruitless time on land unable to explain his heart to the Prince, Steven resigned himself to spending the rest of his days away from his love. He wished he had a way to return back to the sea. If he had known how hard it was to make someone like Prince Barnes fall in love with him…no, that wasn’t true. Steven had loved the prince since before he had pulled him from the sea, laughing and dancing on the deck of the boat.
As he considered how handsome the prince had looked when he was pulled from the sea, a chorus of voices called out to Steven. The voices held a sweet harmony, rising above the waves, singing a familiar song that made Steven’s heart beat fast and true. Leaning over the railing, Steven saw six familiar faces in the water. He had thought they had been lost to him forever. In his foolish rampage to reach the Prince, he regretted never saying goodbye to them. But just as he had never forgotten them, they had held him close to their hearts, as well.
“Brother,” the mermaids cried. “We have come to save you!” The six women with fins for feet swam alongside the boat, jumping in and out of the water like dolphins chasing the ship. “We have seen the Sea Witch, and she has given us hope!”
Steven eyed them unsurely. He had so many questions for them, but instead of words pouring from his mouth, tears streamed from his eyes. Without a voice, he was unable to tell them what he endured, or how he missed them, and he couldn’t answer back the call of the sea and the safety of her tides. The man felt as small as a boy, trapped between two worlds, belonging to neither while his heart was occupied by someone who refused to give his quarter.
“There now, brother,” Attina comforted him.
Jumping from the sea, they clung to the ship railing, each reaching out their hands to him. Steven hugged them all tightly, wetting his clothes on their bodies, and tasting the familiar brine of the sea when he kissed their cheeks. Reaching for his sisters, he touched their hair. Where each sister had once had flowing locks, they wore the same, close-shorn haircut where the ends did not even reach the tops of their shoulders.
Steven toyed with their hair, feeling so sad for them to have lost such a source of beauty and pride.
“Hair is nothing compared to the cost of losing a brother.” Alana touched his face gently, saddened by the sorrow she saw in his eyes.
Reaching into the pouch around her waist, Adella presented him with a pearl-handled dagger. “Take this and return to us, brother.”
“He does not love you,” Aquata reminded him.
“Take this and stab him -” Arista was interrupted by Adrina.
“And let his blood drip on your feet -”
“And you shall return to the sea with us, brother.” The last part said in haunting unison, their voices forming an otherworldly harmony as Steven took the dagger from them.
“Hurry,” they insisted. “By the time the sun has set, if you have not come back to us, then you never shall again. You will be but seafoam on his shores.”
With a look of great trepidation, the sisters sank back into the sea, leaving Steven alone with the dagger. Turning it over in his hands, he tested the heft of it. It was nothing compared to the sense of betrayal and heartache that he felt. Invigorated by the twinge of homesickness brought on by seeing his sisters, Steven took action.
Running through the ship, he arrived at the Prince’s quarter. As Captain, he entered unbidden and was assaulted by the sight of the Princess’ naked body wrapped around the Prince’s. The two moved as one, loudly and full of vigor. Heads thrown back in passion and so lost to each other that they did not see the Captain advancing on them until he had wound his hand through the princess’ long, sand-colored hair - not unlike his own. With the fury of betrayal, Steven pulled her head back and dragged the knife across her throat.
Blood the color of fire and love spilled over her naked chest and onto the prince’s stomach. Both the prince’s and the Captain’s hands were awash in the sticky wetness, and as Steven drew the knife back again, the prince collapsed, unwilling to defend himself now that the love of his life was gone.
Further insulted, Steven raised the dagger higher and plunged it into the prince’s heart, silencing his cries and rendering him as mute as Steven was himself. It was with perverse pleasure that Steven twisted the knife in the chest of his beloved, intent on breaking his heart to the same degree that the prince had destroyed Steven’s.
As the life drained from the Prince, Steven felt his body changing. Desperate to get to the sea, Steven pried open the port window and pushed himself through it as his body changed from man into sea creature. Covered in the blood of his transgressions, Steven dragged himself to the railing of the boat and threw himself into the ocean.
Mercifully, his sisters were there to catch him. The coolness of the ocean cleansed his body and washed away the evidence of his crime, but did nothing to repair Steven’s heart or the heart that he had broken. And still, as he tried to speak, Steven’s voice had yet to reappear. It seemed that magic used to give him his legs was unbreakable in that way. The cost of his legs was his voice, and the cost of his voice was his love.
Taken by the hand, surrounded by his sisters, Steven returned to the coral castle. He was no longer the slight, delicate, and frightened youngest child. He was stern, harsh, and unapologetic. Upon seeing his father, Steven struck him down with the dagger and claimed the throne as his own. Taking control of the seas, he called forth the mighty Sea Witch and cut her throat with the same weapon she had given his sisters. Under his rule, hurricanes roared, the seas boiled, and the skies poured, churning up the seas, burying the tale of the man he loved like a coin in the sand, hidden from view but remaining still.
I'd never forgive myself for not tagging @lipstickandbarbedwxre
A/N 1: Yes, borrowed the princess' names from our dear friend Walt. I am not that creative.
A/N 2: The Coral Castle is actually a place! It's boring and exciting at the same time!
summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)
pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none just fluff!
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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble.
Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.
“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice.
“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.
“Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”
“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.”
You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone.
-
It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office.
You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls.
“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father.
Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold.
And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his.
Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.
Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it.
When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod.
“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out
“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”
“Where are you headed anyway?”
“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly”
Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep.
“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”
You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well.
“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss.
“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks.
As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”
“No” she responds.
“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”
“It’s okay” she lisps.
-
Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk.
With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.
“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back.
“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down.
“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?”
“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick.
“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter.
“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model.
Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine.
He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh.
“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist.
“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her.
He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat.
Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely.
“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”
“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen.
“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out.
“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands.
“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands.
“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?”
She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through.
“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”
“Yea? What do you want to do?”
“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father.
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Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.
“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down.
“Tiger”
She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure.
There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late.
“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste.
“Bad word, daddy!”
“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator.
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“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip.
Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air.
“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”
‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say.
“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror.
Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek.
“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do.
“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly.
The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…
“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester.
Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!”
Steve chuckles at her cuteness.
Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them.
A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.
He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear.
It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time.
In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime.
He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck.
He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off.
“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings!
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“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes.
He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand.
“Does a PB and J sound alright?”
“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach.
The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter.
Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.
He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do.
As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest.
Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him.
Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch.
“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead.
“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek.
Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him.
-
It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise.
You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing.
As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together.
His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married.
They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload.
You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm.
He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles.
“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before.
“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?”
His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.
“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”
He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will.
“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy tie.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom.
He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom.
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I'm so embarrassed I ever supported Sebastian Stan.
His inability to see how he participated in the rejuvenation and popularity of viewing a private and intimate tape that was never meant to be seen by the public by STUDYING IT and REENACTING IT... How he makes a post calling for the public to reexamine how they exploit others.. but he can't acknowledge he literally exploited one of Pam's most traumatic moments without her consent... and he fucking tags her?? I truly am boiling over.
He calls us all culprits but I can honestly say I never watched or wanted to watch the tape. I'm constantly wondering if I'm taking advantage of someone and I fuck up constantly but at least I own it when I realize or get called on it. This sorry excuse for a man, however....
I cannot support these rich elitist white fucks who buy, exploit, and play this immoral and pathetic game to get "notoriety" so they can live a privileged life above us plebeians at our expense.
And don't get me started on the actual joke of a show. Even if the project wasn't a horrible idea to start with, I truly truly truly don't understand how anyone can call that good acting or storytelling. I'll absolutely give the makeup crew credit - they were obviously phenomenal - but that's it. Maybe Hulu and CAA have finally gone too far cuz people are pissed. Though I'm sure nothing will change because that's white Hollywood for ya.
My God what a fucking embarrassment and joke. At least people are fully realizing noms and even awards are bought and not earned.
Ugh. I had moved on after hearing he got the nom because I heard about the money and deal making but after seeing his post. Holy fuck how out of touch can a person be??
I'm so so angry. This kind of stuff should not be normalized or accepted. Stop enabling these immature selfish asses.
We always known he's an idiot with words, he should have sticked to being happy and pretty and congratulate his equally guilty cast and crew, but nooo he tried to make a statement about social awareness??? About exploitation? He's so full of himself that he can't see how he's part of it.
And tagging her, wow, here I am trying my best to keep liking his characters and you had to do this out of line, disrespectful thing.
I'm. No. Culprit hon. I didn't see the show because it's tacky and I didn't see the tape because I'm not into violate someone's privacy so we don't ALL are culprits of shit. You're only nominated because you sell yourself really good and you whore yourself with Tommy Lee. This show shouldn't have been made.
I don't know how on earth this guy keeps getting out without consequences of this kind of situations.
White rich men Hollywood privilege. We can do whatever we want in the name of "art" and "entertaining". Yup, that's the excuse.
I'm sick and tired of this shit. Nothing is going to happen I'm just wasting my words and they keep earning millions and being praise for a show made without consent.
Bravo HULU, DISNEY and the whole cast and crew. You guys are amazing. Visionaries.
A/N: This one is from Bucky’s POV. I thought it’d be interesting to see how Bucky goes through the whole thing. I hope you like it nonetheless.
A/N 2: Thank you for everyone who liked my story and commented your thoughts. I heard y’all loud and clear ;) Please, if you like the story like/reblog it gives me joy seeing that you liked my work. Happy reading! (btw: i tried tagging everyone who asked me to, but it seems like i couldn’t find a couple of you :( hopefully, you’ll see the post regardless)
I was so excited about this that dumblr shut down when I hit reblog. I had the perfect comment and now I don't remember what did I say hahaha
N E ways. This was amazing!!!! I bet she was suffering as much as him if not much more, but she stood her ground because she knew she deserved better than a man who "couldn't stop" cheating, he's only sorry because he got caught, no one was forcing him at gun point to cheat. I wish nothing but bad things for bucket and like a friend says: I hope the girl gives him gonorrhoea 🤭
Thank you for sharing this, and give a reader some self respect 💞🙆🏻♀️
Request: Helloo, hope you’re doing good and you day is great❤️🥰 Request from your prompts list 54 with 58 (listen to 2Drunk by Nick Jonas to get in the mood for this) I want it as angsty as you can make it, happy or sad ending, your choice. Thanxx ❤️🥰
Prompt(s):
54. “I tried to move on but I can’t, not when I still love you”
58. “I know that you love me but you’re not in love with me”
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[4 months ago…]
“Two of you will be going undercover as a couple for a few months so we can catch this son of a bitch and figure out what the hell his plan is” Fury informed as he stood in front of all of you. “With that being said, Barnes and Romanoff, you two are assigned for this” he added.
You and Bucky looked at each other before looking back at Fury, “Fury, with all due respect, I personally think it’ll be easier if (Y/N) and I went as a couple since we are one” Bucky spoke up.
“Barnes is right, plus him and Romanoff don’t get along quite well” Tony butted in, only for Fury to ignore him and look at the two of you, “Although that is true, I rather not risk the two of you getting handsy. I don’t care if you and Romanoff don’t get along, you better learn to because this is important and there will be no further discussion”.
“The two of you will be leaving tonight so better start packing” Fury scolded before dismissing the team. You and Bucky went straight to your shared room and you stood in front of him as he sat down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “I wish you were the one coming with me”. You gave him a small smile, “I know, me too but it’s better we listen to Fury”.
Bucky pulled you onto his lap, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you for a few months” he mumbled as he kissed your forehead. “I’ll be a phone call away, I promise” you cupped his face as you reassured him. His eyes crinkled as he grinned before pressing his lips against yours. He pulled away and looked at the clock on the nightstand and groaned, “I need to start packing before I leave in a few hours”.
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You walked with Bucky to the jet, his suitcase in his left hand while his right hand held yours. Both of you came to a stop and he turned to look at you, “I’m going to miss you, doll”. Bucky dropped his suitcase as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, “I’m going to miss you too”.
He cupped your face and kissed you lovingly. “Barnes, Fury and Romanoff are waiting for you” a voice interrupted, causing the two of you to pull away, only to see Maria Hill standing there. He bent down and grabbed his suitcase, “Remember, I’m just a phone call away” you reminded him.
“I know, don’t worry, I’ll be calling you every second when I get the chance” he smiled. He leaned down and kissed you gently, “I love you” he whispered, “I love you too”. He got onto the jet and you watched as it took off and disappeared from your line of sight.
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[Present]
During the first month they were gone, Bucky kept his promise and texted and called you whenever he got the chance. He would ask you about your day and you’d do the same, which always resulted in the same answer about how Natasha and him pretend the other isn’t there until they have to be out and about around people. Every time he called or texted, he would tell you how much he wishes you were with him instead.
After about two months of them being gone, you and Bucky talked less frequently. He would call you and then the two of you would arrange another day where you can talk, which usually would be every other few days. Each call would always end with him saying ‘I love you’ and he can’t wait to see you whenever he gets back.
It’s been four months now and the two of you talked a few times because they were getting close to catching the target. Both of you came up with arranging a certain day and time to talk, which is why you were currently sitting on the bed, waiting for Bucky to call you. Twenty minutes passed and still no call from Bucky. You sighed as you laid down, ‘He’s probably just busy’ you told yourself.
Your eyes fluttered open and you squinted as the sun shone through the windows. Realization hit and you sat up quickly, grabbing your phone because you’re sure he called and you had fallen asleep. You tapped the screen of your phone to see if there were any missed calls or texts, but to no avail, there wasn’t a single notification.
It had been like that for an entire month, Bucky saying he’ll call you and never did. You thought maybe because he was busy or just kept forgetting. You didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend so you let it go. Your phone started ringing and you looked to see Bucky was calling you.
You picked up and spoke, “Hello?”. “Hey, I have good news” Bucky greeted and you sat up, “What is it?”. There was a small pause, “I’m coming back home tomorrow, Nat and I finally caught him” he told you. “That’s great! I can’t wait to see you” you exclaimed. “Me too, hey, I have to go” Bucky responded, making you sigh, “Yeah, okay. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow” you smiled into the phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow” Bucky informed before hanging up.
You frowned when he didn’t say ‘I love you too’ but ignored it thinking he was in a rush. You started thinking about how he said ‘Nat’ instead of Natasha but didn’t think too deep about it, ‘they probably started getting along’ you thought to yourself.
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Today was the day Natasha and Bucky came back from their four month long mission. You were ecstatic that your boyfriend will finally be home. Tony decided to throw a ‘Welcome Home’ party, which is why you were finishing up the touches on your makeup and smoothing out your outfit.
The room door opened and you quickly looked up from where you were to see Bucky standing there. “Bucky” you grinned before getting up and wrapping your arms around him tightly. He hugged you back for a quick second and you leaned in to kiss him but he moved away, “I’m going to unpack my things and shower and get ready for the party”.
While he was in the shower, you decided to head downstairs to the party. When you got there, you saw Clint talking to Natasha. “Hey Natasha, welcome back home” you greeted her. She smiled, “Thank you, I’m glad to be back home and I’m sure Buck is too”. The nickname surprised you because Bucky only liked when his close friends called him that. You shrugged it off, figuring they became friends, I mean they were working together for four months.
“(Y/N)!” A voice called your name, making you turn around to see Wanda sitting by the bar. You excused yourself from Clint and Natasha and made your way to the bar and sat down. Wanda called the bartender over and you ordered your drink while she sipped on hers.
The bartender placed your drink down and you thanked him before looking at Wanda. “How are you feeling now that Bucky is back?” she questions. You smiled at her, “I’m happy he’s back home. Four months without him has been strange”.You and Wanda continued talking until Bucky came up to the two of you. Wanda excused herself and went to go look for Vision and Bucky took her place.
“You going to tell me how the last four months were?” you question and he chuckled, “Hectic, strange, but also good”. You played with the cocktail straw as you looked at him, “Good?”.
He nodded, “Yeah, Nat and I weren’t at each other’s throats the entire time, believe it or not”. You turned around to ask for another drink, “I’m guessing you two are friends now?”.
“Yeah, I guess we are. We figured we should be civil around each other if we were going to be working together for so long” Bucky answered. “I thought working with her for so long would be difficult but it wasn’t. She actually made the mission bearable” he added and you turned around to see him looking somewhere else.
Your eyes followed his, only to see he was looking at Natasha. You looked back at him and your breath hitched in your throat. Your hands trembled lightly as you recognized the look in his face when he was looking at Natasha. You always thought that over the last four months, he was starting to become distant with you and at first, you didn’t think anything of it because you thought you were crazy.
You always told yourself that he was busy or tired. You didn’t want to believe it until you saw how he was looking at her. It’s the same way he looked at you for two years and the same way he looked at you before he left. When Bucky turned back towards you, he saw your eyes filled with tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned but didn’t get an answer because you quickly got up and walked away.
You ran into your room and shut the door, breaking down as you sat on the bed. You buried your face in your hands, wondering where you went wrong in the last four months. A knock on the door interrupted you, “Please go away” you croaked.
Bucky ignored your comment and opened the door before closing it when he saw you crying. He walked up to you and sat next to you, “(Y/N)” he called your name but you ignored him. “Hey, what’s going on?” he questioned, trying to figure out what exactly happened.
He placed his hand on your shoulder and you stood up, moving away from him. He frowned at your action and took notice of your mascara stained cheeks. “I’m such an idiot” you mumbled to yourself. “What?” Bucky asked and you finally looked him in his eyes, “Natasha”.
“(Y/N), what are you talking about?” he asked. “I should’ve known. You started being distant with me two months ago but I told myself it was because of the mission” you rambled. Bucky’s face scrunched in confusion, “Should’ve known what?”.
“That you don’t want to be with me anymore” you simply answered. “That’s ridiculous, I love you, you know that I love you” Bucky argued. “I know that you love me but you’re not in love with me” you choked out.
Just as he was going to respond, you cut him off. “I saw the way you were looking at her when we were downstairs. I know that look far too well” you cried out, “I know it because that’s how you looked at me”.
“You’re in love with her” you pointed out, “That’s not true” Bucky shook his head and you sniffled, “If that’s not true, then look me in my eyes and tell me that you’re not in love with Natasha”.
Bucky averted his gaze away from yours and your heart shattered even more. “You have to believe me when I say that I had no intentions of this happening” Bucky pleaded as he stood in front of you. You ignored him as you wiped your tears and headed towards the door. “(Y/N), please” Bucky begged, “I never meant for this to happen and I never meant to hurt you”.
You looked back at him with more tears in your eyes, “But you did. I don’t know what happened between the two of you the last four months but I hope she was worth all of this because clearly I wasn’t enough”.
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[6 months later…]
After everything that happened, you had decided to move out and get yourself an apartment not too far from the tower. When you first told Tony that you were moving out, he practically begged for you to stay but you told him that you couldn’t stand to be in the tower and having to see the two people that you wanted to avoid. You still saw the team when you were needed for missions but other than that, you were never at the tower.
A knock on your door broke you out of your thoughts and you unlocked it before opening the door. You froze in your spot when you saw who it was, “Bucky? What are you doing here?”. Bucky looked at you, “I wanted to know if we could talk, I need to talk to you”.
“Now isn’t really a good time” you shook your head and went to close the door, “I miss you” he stated, causing you to freeze and look at him. “What?” you question, not sure if you heard him correctly. “I’m an idiot and I made a mistake. I thought I loved Natasha but I was wrong, it’s you” he spoke.
“And I was too blind and stupid to realize that I had everything that I’ve ever wanted, which was you. Natasha was never the one”. You stood there, taking in everything he said, “Bucky…” you trailed off.
“You need to move on, it’s been six months” you reminded him. He looked at you before sighing, “I tried to move on but I can’t, not when I still love you”. His statement made you shake your head, “You had your chance that night and it’s too late now”. Bucky nodded before turning around, “Goodbye (Y/N)” and he walked away.
You closed the door and leaned your head against it as you closed your eyes. You felt an arm around your waist, “Hey sweetheart, you okay?” a voice questioned. You turned around and looked at your boyfriend, “Yeah, I’m okay” you smiled. “Who was that?” he questioned, “Just an old friend”.
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Fuck yeah!!!! This is amazing. The best part is....you can imagine the boyfriend be whoever you want hahahaha I have some names in mind and I know the reader is going to be really happy with any of them.
PS. And I think natasha and him ended up alone and bitter hahahaha just because I'm a petty bitch. 💞
Ofc she had drama on her wedding because her stupid ex entered the house and filmed some parts of the house (creep) it was like a fanfiction scene but her attorney said he's gonna give him hell. RIP dude. You and your 15 min of fame.
She deserves the best after all she went through. 💞 It's Britney bitch 🙆🏻♀️
PS. Her amazing fans alerted her PA that the bastard was filming and she post in her IG how grateful was about it.
Authors Note: Y’all didn’t actually think Bucky would win you over? Nah. You should know my angst better than that. I have a very bad habit of not actually giving happy endings. @majo240820
Premise: Andy Barber is an acting district attorney in Boston, but was raised in the western Massachusetts town of Barber with his parents who run a lumber business, and his younger brother, Ari. Estranged from his family, he decides to help by hiring you as a personal nurse and caretaker of his aging mother. However, Ari, stubborn and prideful, doesn’t take your employment kindly.
Warnings: angst; mention/discussion of neurodegenerative diseases and treatments/medications (specifically Parkinson’s disease); swearing; mentions of a small fire; a hospital trip (including a blood test and urine test); mentions of pregnancy; Laurie Barber slander; SMUT//18+ ONLY PLEASE (vaginal sex, shower sex, handjob); Ari is a hot, stubborn, sexy lumberjack (yes, he’s a warning)
Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home. - Unknown
yandere!Bucky Barnes x Reader, OCs
Word Count: ~4k
Summary: Bucky wants to make the world a better place for you.
Warnings: swearing, obsession, stalking, manipulation, dark themes, sexual themes, murder, mention of sexual violence, violence, mention of drug abuse, mention of domestic violence, Winter Soldier references. MINORS DNI
A/N: This is my first fic involving these kinds of themes so please let me know if I missed any warnings. I’m nervous about posting this but I love how this turned out 🖤
Dark readers are a thing now and should be more of them. We're definitely intelligent and crazier than men. Yeah they're supers but we are a force of nature!!!
It's a shame fics like this doesn't have the same amount of interactions as the ones with dark men.
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