Okay but hear me out Mob!Stucky x PopStar!Reader 🤭 (I’m thinking Taylor Swift level of Fame because you have to have a powerful woman to match two powerful men) I can see her fans EATING their relationship up because it’s like she’s living a realistic dark romance book and the fans love the fact those two are willing to kill for her and burn an entire state to the ground over her
oh my, yes!!!
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They say you’re untouchable.
That word gets thrown around a lot when people talk about you—on talk shows, in comment sections, whispered backstage like a prayer or a warning. Untouchable because you sell out stadiums in minutes. Untouchable because your name alone can move markets, flood timelines, crash ticketing sites. Untouchable because the world loves you so loudly it borders on obsession.
They’re wrong, of course.
You’re very touchable.
Steve Rogers learns that first.
You meet him at a charity gala in Manhattan, the kind with crystal chandeliers and men who smile like sharks. You’re draped in silk, diamond earrings catching the light every time you laugh, surrounded by publicists and security and people who want something from you.
Steve doesn’t want anything.
That’s what catches your attention.
He’s tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed but clearly uncomfortable in a room where everyone is pretending. He watches everything with calm blue eyes, not in awe, not hungry—just assessing. Like he’s counting exits. Like he’s making sure nothing bad happens on his watch.
You catch him staring once. He looks away immediately, polite, almost shy.
You smile at him anyway.
James Barnes is harder to miss.
Where Steve is restraint, Bucky is indulgence. He leans against a marble column like he owns the building, dark hair brushed back, expensive suit tailored to a body built for violence. His gaze slides over the room and then locks onto you with unapologetic interest.
He doesn’t look away.
He smirks.
You feel it like a hook in your ribs.
Later, when introductions are made, you learn their names. You learn they’re donors. You learn they’re private investors. You learn just enough to know there’s money, old and dangerous money, wrapped around them like a second skin.
What you don’t learn is that they already know everything about you.
Your favorite wine. The diner you sneak to at 2 a.m. when you don’t want to be recognized. The security flaws in your penthouse. The stalker your team paid off quietly last year. The producer who tried to corner you and mysteriously vanished from the industry two weeks later.
They’ve been watching for a while.
Not in a creepy way, Steve insists later. Protective. Strategic.
Bucky doesn’t bother justifying it.
“You’re a walking target,” he says one night, months into whatever this is, fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh as you sit between them in Steve’s townhouse. “And we don’t like sharing.”
Your fans lose their minds when the relationship becomes public.
It starts with grainy photos—Bucky’s hand on the small of your back outside a restaurant, Steve opening a car door for you with old-fashioned reverence. Then clearer shots. Then a paparazzi video of you laughing as Bucky murmurs something in your ear, Steve’s arm around your shoulders like a shield.
The internet explodes.
IS THIS A DARK ROMANCE??
SHE WON. SHE ACTUALLY WON.
THEY WOULD KILL FOR HER AND YOU KNOW IT.
They’re not wrong.
Your fandom eats it up. The edits. The theories. The slow-motion clips set to your own songs. Comment sections filled with half-jokes about you being protected by the mafia now, about anyone who wrongs you needing to watch their back.
You never confirm anything.
You just smile. Just keep writing music that sounds sharper. Meaner. More powerful.
Behind closed doors, it’s quieter. Intimate in a way the world never sees.
Steve kisses you like you’re something precious, hands steady, reverent, as if loving you is an act of devotion. He checks your locks every night. Walks you to every door. Memorizes your schedule better than your assistant does.
Bucky loves you like fire.
Possessive hands. Hungry kisses. A temper that flares hot and fast when anyone disrespects you. He loves that you’re powerful, that you don’t shrink, that you look men dead in the eye and dare them to underestimate you.
He also loves that you come home to them.
The first time someone threatens you openly, it’s at an awards show.
A man grabs your wrist as you’re leaving the stage, says something ugly about what you “owe” people who made you famous. Security moves in seconds—but Steve is already there, hand closing around the man’s collar, voice low and lethal.
Bucky doesn’t touch him.
That’s worse.
The man disappears from public life within a week. No charges. No headlines. Just… gone.
Your fans notice.
They always notice.
DID ANYONE ELSE REALIZE THAT GUY VANISHED??
TELL ME AGAIN HOW HER BOYFRIENDS AREN’T MOB BOSSES.
AS THEY SHOULD.
You confront them that night.
Steve is honest. He always is.
“We won’t apologize for keeping you safe,” he says gently, cupping your face. “But we won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Bucky watches you closely, jaw tight. “Say the word, doll. We’ll stop.”
You think about the years of being afraid. Of swallowing disrespect. Of smiling through threats and manipulation because you were told it was the price of fame.
You lean in and kiss them both.
“Just don’t let it touch my work,” you say softly. “The rest… I trust you.”
That trust is everything.
They don’t cage you. They don’t dim you. They stand behind you while you burn brighter than ever. They sit in the shadows at your shows, eyes scanning crowds while you command eighty thousand people with a microphone and a heartbeat.
And if someone crosses a line?
States don’t burn.
But careers do. Bank accounts vanish. Power shifts quietly, efficiently, without ever touching your hands.
Your next album breaks records.
Critics call it fearless. Fans call it unhinged. You call it honest.
There’s a lyric everyone fixates on:
If you hurt me, they’ll come for you
Not with noise, but with silence
And you’ll never know who pulled the strings.
Steve hears it from the kitchen and smiles softly.
Bucky laughs, low and dangerous, and pulls you into his lap.
The world thinks you’re living a fantasy.
A dark romance.
A pop princess protected by monsters who adore her.
sleepy poly!stucky being clingy in bed and sleeping on and off all day after a night full of bad dreams for them both. you’re waking up every hour or so to one of them tossing and turning. after you settle into bed for the night, bucky wakes up trembling and teary-eyed with clammy hands grabbing at you and waking you up.
you scoot over and gently tug on his tshirt, moving him inbetween you and steve. steve wakes up and presses sleepy kisses to bucky’s hairline. “c’mere buck..” steve’s voice is thick with sleep. “love you, sweets..” he murmurs as bucky gets comfy against him. you’re at his back, gentle hands under his sleep shirt rubbing at his lower back. bucky’s hands pull you tightly to him, and he lets out the smallest whimper as you settle against him. he eventually finds sleep squished between you and steve while counting your breaths. still, he doesn’t rest well.
an hour or so before the sun rises, steve is up this time. his nightmares are slightly less frequent than bucky’s but just as intense, even when he tries to not let it show. his throat is burning, chest rising frantically and he pushes up on his knees. seeing you and bucky is the only thing that can bring him back down in that moment, and the feeling of him towering over the two of you wakes bucky up.
“stevie?” he murmurs rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“buck- I..” steve is still panting, running shaky hands through his messy hair. bucky is up, pulling him to his chest. a desperate sob is what wakes you this time. once you sit up, steve is turning in bucky’s arms and pressing his face to your bare chest, needing to hear your heartbeat as clearly as possible. his breath is quick and hot against your skin, and your heart breaks when you meet bucky’s eyes. you hold steve close as bucky wraps himself against steve’s broad back.
you don’t sleep worth a damn after that, instead just staying awake to make sure they’re okay. keeping watch over them, in a way. the rest of the day they stay close by, always needing to be touching you and each other until they finally nod off on the couch for a cat nap, each of them tucked into one of your arms.
thanks to @bucksangel for always feeding my thoughts lol
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should i make this a full fic?? requests are open as always :)
Warning : smut, angst. Degradation kink. Bucky bring a brat . Minors dni .18+poly stucky of course.
You were currently struggling to find stay up without collapsing, with the blonde super soldier fucking you from behind, your poor over stimulated pussy didn't know what to do .
You looked upto Bucky ,who was currently lost in his own pleasure, hands pumping his cock at the sight of you, on all fours taking his boyfriend so good, he was about to cum "fuck fuck Stevie I'm gonna cum". He whimpered pathetically.
Steve stopped what he was doing , pulled his long cock out of you for a moment,looked at Bucky sternly. "It's daddy for you , you pathetic little slut. Call me Stevie one more time you're gonna get the same treatment as this whore ." He gave your ass a loud smack as he said that, and pushed back into you, making you moan in pleasure.
"sorry daddy " Bucky corrected himself. But maybe that punishment isn't so bad . Bucky thought to himself. Oh he was gonna do it.
Steve was on the edge too, he was controlling himself, just as he was about to cum, Bucky did the one thing steve told him not to ..
"uhhh gonna cum Stevie" he said in a needy voice that was gonna drive steve insane.
"that's it " steve pulled out of you I'm one swift motion. ",you're so done today barnes" he pushed Bucky to his knees. "Open up you little slut, you're gonna take daddy's cock until you can't, and then thank me for it." Bucky obliged, this is exactly what he wanted after all, he was needy for attention all the time.
While you were relieved steve wasn't edging you for the 5th time since you woke up in the safe house, the sight before you was breathtaking, it felt...normal , like everything was back in place, like the whole week just didn't happened and you were back with your loving boyfriends again.
"fuck just like that, suck on my balls you little whore, and then daddy will decide whether you deserve my cum or not " steve's fingers tangled in the brunette soldier's hair, he was so close , so close but he was holding back a little longer to tease bucky.
Bucky finally took all of it in his throat, cheeks hollowed sucking him like he had done it a million times ,which he had . That was it, steve came all over the brunettes face, his chest and collarbone coated in hot spurts of cum.
"thank you thank you daddy " bcuky said trying to lick off whatever fun was left on Steve's tip .
Steve smiled at the sight, ",such a good little whore i got here huh? Know just how to take daddy ." He patted Bucky's head lovingly.
Then he turned to you, "come here you slut" , these words were harsher than when he spoke to Bucky, you can feel it.
You move towards them slowly . "You think you're gonna get out of this so easily? " Steve said in his business voice, which he hardly ever used with you.
You shake your head in response "no Stevie, i-"
He grabbed your throat in one swift motion, "no you don't get to call me that after everything you've done, call me sir" he had you pressed up against the wall, even bcuky knew it was ineffective to interfere now, so he just watched.
"sir I'm sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen,i -" you were trying to keep it together.
"no I don't wanna hear your lies, just telle the truth" steve said firmly.
You looked at him , before you could speak there was a knock at the door. Steve sighed , relasing his grip on your throat. "Come in" he said nonchalantly, throwing you one of his shirts to cover yourself up.
You were in a lace babydoll, that steve loved so much, it barely reached your ass barely covered anything,it was bucky's idea , "it's gonna work doll, once he sees you in this piece he can't resist you" and it did work, but somewhere in the middle of fucking you, he turned stoic again, went back to being the shell of a guy , the fierce mobster that he had never let you see before.
It was natasha at the door, she sensed the tension in the room as she entered. "Steve , stark is here to meet you again-" she was cut off by steve.
"again? I told him that was the last time he stepped foot in Brooklyn, what is he doing here again?" Steve shooter daggers at the redhead .
"i don't know sir, he uh he said he had a peace offering for you, he told you to bring the girl too" natasha said struggling to find the right words, even she was afraid of the mobsters wrath.
"the girl? You mean y/n ? " Bucky intervend.
Natasha nodded. Bucky looked at steve as if saying this was a bad idea, but steve didn't respond to that ." Tell him we'll be there in 10".
"yes sir". Natasha left the room as fast as she could.
"bucky, i don't wanna hear anything, ...you" he looked at me, "put on something decent" .
Ten minutes later you were standing in front of stark, in Steve's meeting room, it was smaller than the one in new york, but intimidating regardless. Steve and Bucky we're seated opposite to Tony.
"what is it stark? It better be worth my time." Steve was in no mood for this conversation it was obvious.
"oh just a little peace offering, you can have rhe manhatten trade" Tony said in his ever charming business tone.
"what's the catch? " Bucky asked , he knew stark more than anyone.
"oh that , my friend over here will explain you" he pointed to the man to his right, Alexander pierce.
"you said this was a peace offering, and now you have a deal? " Steve said skeptically .
"oh no that's where you're wrong son" pierce said. "We're doing you a favour really "
Steve rolled his eyes.
"give us the girl back, take manhatten, and we're bakc to being good friends" pierce said .
Bucky was trying to control his anger, he knew he shouldn't do anything that could lead to another war, he waited for Steve's lead.
"why do you want her? " Steve asked remaining calm as ever.
"cuz she's ours" pierce said. That made Bucky's blood boil, it was very visible he was trying not to kill the man on spot.
"don't get me wrong barnes, ...she's like..my daughter, I've known her since she started her training as a spy" pierce said trying to calm Bucky.
"yeah you send your daughter as honey pot to two deadly mobsters?" Bucky spitted out .
Steve placed a hand on his thigh, cue for telling him to stop talking.
"look , she's of no use to you now, or us, but she knows way too many secrets about all of us...so the sane thing to do is get rid of her, and we'll do the job perfectly, no blood on your hands" pierce said.
"noo ...you don't get to do that to me" you finally spoke., the bodyguards we're trying to hold you down but the failed, " I've done everything you said my whole life, I've lived by your rules."
"and look what happened, you failed your biggest task, putting all of us in a jam" pierce laughed at his own words as if he said something funny.
The guards successfully tied up your mouth at that point, stopping you from speaking further. Your eyes met steve pleadingly, would he do this? Give you up so easily, it was for the best after all but-.
"come on rogers " Tony finally spoke up " that bitch betrayed you , don't you think she deserves to be strangled to death? "
Steve remained stoic , as if he was looking at his options, Bucky next to him though looked like he was gonna beat up every one in the room, especially the guards holding you down, they were gonna have a very painful death.
" don't fall for her charms rogers, she's a whore , she'll sleep with any man if i told her to, you're not special" pierce said , words laved with venomm
Tears streamed down your eyes , not just because of those words but everything, the weight of everything finally sinking in., this is it ,this was your end .
Your legs were giving out , if it weren't for the guards holding you down, but suddenly you hear the sound of three continuous gun shots, you, were sure it was for you, this was your end. This is how it ends. .
But to your surprise , the bodies holding you in palce fell limp, you turned your head up to see steve holding his pistol. He grabbed you in one swift motion placing you behind him.
"she's ours , you can leave " it left no room for debate, making the other two men understand, the weather is steve rogers was something to be feared.
The door closed with a thud, turning bucky and Steve's attention on you.
"steve ...what pierce said is not true, I'm not a whore ,i really loved you both, I've never- " he shut you up with his hands on your lips, tears still trickled down your cheeks.
" I know, I know what you are sweetheart,we both know, you don't have to justify yourself to us" at that statement, you broke down in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so sorry stevie" steve shushed you, you felt another pair of arms wrapping around you, comforting you, keeping you from blaming yourself for everything.
"shh...babydoll, we know, we know you're sorry , it's alright, everybody makes mistakes, we know you didn't have a choice" Bucky said kissing the back of your neck.
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It was late, and dark clouds gathered outside. The rumblings of clouds and lightning put a heavy weight on your heart. Everything was making you uncomfortable, the noise of lightning, the tick of the clock, the beat of your heart, everything. You didn't know if it was because you were getting sick or the fact that your boyfriends were being distant towards you.
It was a gradual process, the shared glances between them when you three were together, the whispers, the lack of physical affection, and the absence of communication when they were on a mission. The thought that maybe something was wrong never crossed your mind. You like a lovestruck fool thought maybe they were planning a surprise for you.
But they were getting ready to surprise you. You just didn't know it was a surprise that would destroy you and leave you in pieces.
As you were getting ready for the dinner you three had planned at your apartment, you put the tint on your lips at looked at your eyes, the dark circles you had tried to hide were still a little visible. You frowned, but let it go to check on the apple pie, which was in the oven, ready to eat, just being kept warm.
Apple pie, the desert three of you loved. It had been a while since you had made it for all of you.
The uneasiness increased as the seconds passed. The door opened, and both your boys appeared in the kitchen. Their jackets probably strung on the hook in the foyer and shoes beside the door.
The light in their eyes, whenever they say you, wasn't the same. The urgency with which they would rush towards you was now a slow drag of limbs. The way their hand held you was also different, more aloof. They even smelled different, if that was possible. You had later realized they had stopped wearing the cologne you had given them on your anniversary.
You sat down, and the round table that felt cozy and comfortable now felt huge and uncomfortable. The seats were way too far, the chairs hard and stiff, your hands were on your lap, and the dinner was done in silence, with the conversation being something spoken like between colleagues. Impersonal and boring.
The pie was placed, and the air shifted. It constricted, now suddenly it was hard to breathe. The glances, the hard swallows, the holding of hands, and the preparation of the telling you were almost done.
"Sweetheart, I- we have something to say," Steve spoke, his voice sweet and low, as if talking to an injured animal and trying to help it, while making sure they don't spook it.
You, stupid you. Felt the pressure and the seriousness and still thought it might have been something related to a job that they might have to leave for or a mission or something.
Why would it cross your mind that they were trying to break up with you. They had promised, and you believed them, loved them, respected them to hold them to their words of you three being together for life.
He parted his lips, that you had kissed a thousand times, and uttered the words, "We think it's - I mean- we feel that we don't click any more," he looked at Bucky, who continued looking at the table, "honey- I just, feel like we don't have that spark anymore, like the three of us don't feel right."
Your head felt fuzzy, the impending migraine knocking on the doors, and your food trying to crawl its way back out.
"I-I don't," you swallowed and felt your breath stuttering, "you guys are breaking up with me?"
"Yes." Both muttered, finally looking at you.
The finality and assurance both of them spoke with was the shock your body needed. The bile rose in your throat and you got up so fast that the chair fell down with a loud thud, making both of them jump a little in their seats and look at you with concern in their eyes but before they could say anything you ran to the bathroom and emptied all the contents of your stomach.
You felt tears leaking from your eyes, it felt as if your actual heart was going to come out of your mouth at any moment and their presence behind you, their hands rubbing your back, cooing and sympathizing, didn't make you feel warm and safe, but made you uncomfortable, reminding you that this was just them being kind and cordial, and not because they loved you.
As that thought entered your mind, you felt yourself go and let out a sob so loud you surprised yourself.
You pushed Steve's, or was it Bucky's hand away. Now you couldn't stand to feel them touch you. You still loved them. The knowledge that they didn't love you made you physically recoil at their touch. It made you feel worthless, unloved, and discarded by them.
Minutes passed, or was it hours? To you, honestly, it felt like years.
You took deep breaths, your knees up to your chest, back pressed to the bathtub and face hiding between your knees. You didn't want to look at them, but you knew you needed answers or you were going to overthink yourself to death.
"Why?" Your voice didn't feel like yours anymore, hoarse from all the crying, "why did you stop loving me?" You looked at them sitting on the floor in front of you.
Bucky and Steve looked like they were shot, their face grimacing and body wound up so tight that one would think they were being tortured. Maybe one way they were, getting questioned by a mess of a girl, who was so close to breaking down again, you thought.
"I- I don't know," Bucky whispered, eyes screwed shut, his knuckles turning white with how tight his fist was.
You let out a dry chuckle, your voice echoing disbelief and anger, which you were glad to feel. "I find that very hard to believe, James. Can't tell me that you expect me to believe that, do you?"
You knew that hearing James had an effect on him. On both of them. His nostrils flared, and his chest moved with a big breath, but now you really didn't find it in yourself to sympathize. This hurt he felt was nothing compared to the fucking knives lodged into your chest.
He knew you didn't want to be bullshitted, so they braced themselves for the emotionally draining night they were going to have ahead.
"I genuinely don't know, it wasn't one day, like the comfort and warmth I felt while seeing you started dwindling down, slowly," Steve rubbed his hand on his face taking a deep breath and continued, "I-I also felt jealous when Bucky and you would spend time together alone, and it turned to anger that was misplaced and disgusting." He stopped his voice shaky, eyes brimming with tears.
You felt your heart drop into your stomach, your fingers clenching your knees till their were indents in your skin. You looked towards Bucky to say his piece.
Bucky really did look like he was going to fall down and wail at that point. His eyes were red, and tears were free falling at this point. "I do love you, doll, I really do," his voice not above a whisper and tortured, "but I don't know when I stopped being in love with you."
"I tried, I really did try, to try and get back that feeling, because you are along with steve one the best thing that has ever happened to me," he came forward to touch hands on your knees, and you let him. At this point, you were exhausted, this build up was coming up to months now, and this climax was not the one you were expecting.
You also remember, the time a couple of weeks back were Bucky was very, very touchy and romantic. Letters, flowers, romantic dinners, you name it was an every day occurrence from Bucky and you like a fool had been oblivious to the fact that maybe this influx of emotions was the result of something else and not just plain, mind numbing love.
You looked at Steve, you both holding eye contact till his lowered and his lip being on the verge of bleeding with how hard he was biting on it.
"So what? You both held a meeting and decided it was time to end this trio and dump me?"
"I felt like my jealousy and anger was coming on too strong and talked to him, and realized he was on the same wavelength," he rubbed his eyes, his hands shaking. Huh, it was probably the first time you had seen him trembling, "we tried, baby, we really did. But then I realized it was probably better if we let you go instead of being tied to absolute asshole like us."
The anger was returning with full force, for which you felt so grateful, you pushed Bucky's hand holding onto yours like a lifeline away and stood up and left the bathroom, and started pacing around the bedroom.
"You guys are so great, huh?" You spat, pointing towards their general direction. "You get together with me because you love me, and then break up with me because you love me!"
"But it's true, and I am so fucking sorry!" Bucky yelled, wiping his tears. Steve was stroking his arm to calm him down.
Suddenly, seeing both of them now being the comfort for each other, with no need or want for you, was enough to finally pierce through your brain that it was definitely over.
You stepped back slowly and sat down on the couch, uttering with exhaustion, "Okay. I understand, I need you guys to leave."
"Baby-"
"Darlin-"
"I'm going to need you guys to stop calling me that. Please stop. Because now it just fucking hurts." You interrupted them.
Both of them knew you, how much you mean what you say, and knowing that, they didn't want to be more cruel than they already had been. With tears streaming down their face, they both left and also left the keys on the kitchen table. When they closed the door, they heard the sob that broke their fucking hearts.
"Do you think we did the right thing, Steve?"
"No. But it was necessary."
"I'll never forgive us for breaking her heart and ours, too."
"I know, but i'd rather hate myself for the rest of my life than lose her forever. At least this way, she'll still be here, and we can love her from afar."
Steve and Bucky watch you carefully. They’d like to take you home and make love to you for a few hours. To make you squirm and pant for more.
But.
You were taking pins out of your hair and looking like you were... less than interested.
It had, in fact, been the birthday dinner from hell and when you quietly asked to be taken home, Steve and Bucky had done it quickly. They knew. They knew as soon as they walked into the restaurant that this was a bad idea.
Heads had turned. People stared and whispered. And not once during dinner, could the three of you carry on a conversation without being interrupted. It had been uncomfortable. Not just for the boys, but for you.
You were wearing a beautiful dress. A deep red. And a pair of come and get it heels. You looked like a pin up. And no one even noticed you. Senators and ambassadors kept coming to the table. And you wished the boys had listened. You wanted to go skating. Maybe bowling. Go see a movie. Go to a roller dery match. Anything but pretending you were a society person who gave a fuck about anything they were talking about.
“I’m going to bed,” you murmur, standing in the door way of your office, looking like you’re about to cry.
“Bunny-” Steve tried, reaching for you. But when you shut the door. Quietly but firmly, he shut his mouth with a snap. You played music in your office, but that didn’t quite keep them for hearing you sobbing behind the door.
You felt stupid.
And for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t quite grab on to any of the coping skills you like to use. All you can do is lay in bed and wonder how to make your death look like an accident. Even if you know. You know. That it’s an over reaction. You don’t know why your brain always goes there. But any more, you just examine the thought for a moment and then let it go.
And it took effort but. You forced yourself to just. Stay. Still. If you stayed still you weren’t doing anything stupid. And you weren’t going to do anything to push the boys away. There was only so much crazy a body could take.
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“Steve,” Bucky sighed, opening a second beer.
“I know,” Steve said cringing, looking at the wrapped gifts on the table. Expensive gifts. A necklace you could wear, to keep the both of them with you. Makeup you’d been drooling over. Even a stuffed bunny.
“Why’d we do that?” Bucky asked.
“Because we don’t know how to roller skate,” Steve said ruefully.
“We better fucking learn,” Bucky said softly, looking towards the door and wincing when your sobs got a little more audible.
“Yeah,” he agreed. In their time, a date like that was something you did for a girl you loved. But. You weren’t that kind of girl. And they really, really needed to remember that.
reader using her body to shield bucky’s in a fight after he’s shot, causing her to get shot in the back as a result. the adrenaline is so high she doesn’t even really notice, too busy protecting bucky’s head & abdomen. steve finally makes his way to them as her body is going out of fight or flight mode, and all he sees is the two loves of his life bleeding out. steve’s a certified WRECK and goes wild, swapping his shield for the nearest gun he can find, shooting bullet after bullet into any of the straggling enemies left behind.
he’s pulled to the evac helicopter by natasha, who’s yelling at him to get in. dr cho already has reader and bucky ready for takeoff by the time steve stumbles in. bucky is out cold, and readers not far behind him. steve is crying through his fear and anger, his voice loud and shrill and begging her to not close her eyes. all she can do is hazily smile at him and tell him how much they love him, how she would do it all over again to protect bucky from worse damage.
obv they all live happily ever after and steve gains a couple grey hairs by the time they heal. you’re welcome for this thought!
“What the fuck?” you breathe, scanning the letter in your hand.
“Bunny?” Steve said, ducking around the kitchen doorway, “You okay?”
“I just got a DMCA notice for a video I made.”
Steve felt his brow furrow. He wasn’t sure what you were talking about but alphabet soup tended to be important.
“DMCA?”
“Copyright infringement,” you explain distracted, already pulling out your phone to call someone.
“Are you reading this?” you ask.
“I know.”
“Of course we fucking monetized it. That doesn’t make it not fair use.”
“What’d legal say?”
“Yeah. We’ll have to contact patreon... I just. Just didn’t even say like “take it down or else.” Just “Take it down.” Do they not realize we won’t just roll over?”
Steve hear “Fair Use” in there and nodded to himself. It was apparently about copyright. Apparently, it was a point of contention sometimes. Sometimes, people equated your reviews with “not fair use” because you tended to make money on them.
You hang up the phone and made a soft frustrated noise before shoving your phone in your pocket and stealing a cookie off the plate on the counter. “Ugh. Stupid.”
“Which Video?” Steve asked smiling a little. You were your own boss, it was true. You owned the production company. But he knew sometimes, you missed the old days. When it was just you and a camera, yelling about pop culture in your bedroom.
“The fanfiction tropes one,” you sigh. “Honestly. I just- ugh.”
Steve smiled a little, “Let’s just send Bucky to make them drop it. He’s getting antsy.”
You snort inspite of yourself. “Pretty sure you guys have more important things to worry about than my little web shows.”
“Pft,” Steve scoffed, “Are you serious? Your videos are what we use to keep everyone entertained on the way home from missions. It’s nice.”
You smile a little but shake your head. You find it hard to believe. You know Steve and Bucky watch them. They use them as a guided tour through all the weird cultural things they missed. But. It sounds a little disingenuous ti hear Steve trying to tell you they were important,
