#stuckyxoc

[come-with-me-and-imagine]

Strong--Part One

Stucky x OC Soulmate AU

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They were beautiful...both of them. Steve and Bucky were both tall and handsome. While Steve being slightly more beefy in the picture it hadn’t always been so. Molly stood in front of the new exhibit at the museum. Her eyes bore into the old film footage of the two together. “Sergeant James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes and  Captain Steve Rogers aka Captain America.” Those were the names that haunted her since she was a child. Seeing the names on her skin forever staring back at her...almost taunting her. Why them?...oh God why them? 

Molly felt her heart constantly breaking when she gazed at this footage. Why had the universe cursed her to have soulmates that were dead? Was it just some great cosmic joke? Or the biggest blunder in the history of soulmates? Yet a few years ago, Molly had been watching the news when she heard it. “Captain America had been found.” She felt her heart beat rapidly when she heard the news but yet, she didn’t go to him. She felt as if she wasn’t worthy of him. She wasn’t someone important...she was just an artist. At least, one of them was alive. 

But Bucky, sweet Bucky...was dead. The placard said so on the Exhibit. “James Buchanan Barnes killed in action.” Those words...oh god poor Bucky. She felt her heart thud painfully in her chest as the muscles tightened. The tears flowed down her face. Did they know her at all? Did they have her name on them? Did Bucky think of her when he...when he fell? Did Steve think of her when his ship crashed into the icy water?  

With a heavy sigh Molly turned and started to walk out of the exhibit. Her converse tapping against the marble floor as she left. She couldn’t think of all those questions now. She had a job to do. Her friend was getting married...to her soulmate. She was both happy for her friend while filled with an overwhelming sense of pain and grief. Every time she had to work a wedding and she saw soulmate after soulmate getting married. With those smiles on their faces...she was reminded of what she would never have. 

However, little did she know that Steve was looking for her too. He had learned how to google and looked up her name. Honestly, he thought he would find some obituary from the past with a name and a death date. But when he saw that his soulmate was actually a Artist born in Brooklyn, and was very much alive, he jumped at the chance to meet her. 

But he hesitated in doing so. He was scared shitless at the idea of meeting her. Would she be relieved to know he was alive? Would she hate him for not being there? So many scenario’s ran through the soldiers head as went about working for Shield as well as the Avengers. Molly was never far from his mind. He had Tony print a picture out of her so he could keep on his person. Much like a soldier would keep a picture of his sweetheart to get him through the harsh times of war. 

He often looked at the picture when he felt alone. He gazed at her beautiful hazel eyes and those wild bright red curls. The picture was of Molly standing beside one of her paintings at an art gallery. Eventually Steve learned how to work the World Wide Web and he constantly found himself looking at Molly’s artwork through the online gallery. Her landscapes and portraits were amazing. Then there was one painting that stuck him hard. 

It was called “The Lovers Lament” it was a painting of a woman standing at a grave while holding wilting roses. But it was when Steve looked closer at the grave he saw a tiny “S” and “B”. Steve lost it the moment he saw this. She had thought they were both dead when she painted this. He finally got the courage to go and track her down. After the whole ordeal with the Winter Soldier...he needed her in his arms. 

On that particular day, Molly was in her studio painting once more. She had been working on a new piece for a few weeks now. A woman sitting on the middle of three swings. To her right, a tall muscular blond man holding her hand, and on her left...a tall brunette man who was slightly see through with his hand upon her shoulder. 

When she heard her doorbell ring she put down the paints and wiped her hands on her stained overalls. Her bare feet patted against the wood floors as she went to the front door while putting her curls up in a loose bun. Her hand touched the knob and when she pulled the door open Molly thought she would have a heart attack. 

Standing there on her doorstep was Steve. He was dressed in normal civilian cloths with his motorbike parked behind him. “Molly?” His voice vibrated in her ears causing her heart to quicken. A few tears seeped out of her eyes as she gave a nod. Steve took a timid step forward “can I come in?” Molly quickly gave a nod before stepping backwards allowing him to walk inside. She couldn’t breath...she felt as if she was having a panic attack. 

“Steve...” she whispered as he lowered the collar of his shirt and there on his heart was her name. Beneath her name was Bucky’s. “I...I have...I don’t even know where to begin--” But Molly quickly shut him up as she all but tackled him. His heart wrenched when he heard a muffled sob. She hadn’t been able to hold herself back. With him standing there she couldn’t stop herself. 

“I’m sorry...” She murmured through her tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you.” 

“No, no Doll...Molly its okay.” He said pulling back and cupping her face in his hands. “I should have come to find you the moment I found out you were alive. I woke up thinking that both you and Bucky had been lost to me. I thought I was alone...” he sniffled as a few of his own tears came out. 

“I thought I was too...” she sobbed before hugging him tight once again. Her dried paint stained fingers ran through his hair needing to touch him. She needed to feel her skin against his. “Please don’t let go...please don’t let me go.” 

“Never.” He hugged her tighter causing her feet to leave the floor. “I’m never letting you go sweetheart.” His lips pressed into her temple hard as he savored the feeling. His hand cupped the back of her head as his lips traveled to her cheek. He could taste the salty tears on her skin. “I’m not leaving you alone ever again.” They had already lost one soulmate and Steve couldn’t bear to loose another. 

Pulling back he took every inch of her in. From her wild red curls down to her bear pink toes. She was beautiful...even while covered in paint she was the most beautiful and most precious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. She was his and he was hers. “You’re beautiful sweetheart...” he blushed as he held her hands. Molly only came to his chest. He was six foot even while Molly was five four. He could have chuckled at the thought of it all. Before he became a super soldier he hadn’t been much taller than she. Was this how Bucky felt when looking down at him all those years ago? 

She sniffled with a smile as she wiped her eyes. “Do you um...want some tea? Food? A peanut butter sandwich?” She giggled nervously causing Steve to smile. 

“A peanut butter sandwich sounds wonderful.” 

[1u11ablues]

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

Summary: Lilith packs for her stay.

WC: 1.8k+

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

Chapter 3: Permission

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes went wide. 

"Uh, on special occasions." He replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm done. Shall we go?"

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

AO3

[thatnightingalegirl]

"They always said you could never have one without the other, so I happily took both. I made their pain my own and hid what I hated most about myself."

Patient:425

Full Name: Clover Luna Nightingale

Age:27

Height:5'2

Weight:100lb

Hair Color:Brown

Eye Color:Dark Brown

Temperature:30°F

Side Note:Patient's temperature is deadly cold. Patient's temperature can supposedly drop to hyperthermia type temperatures, patient is to remained watched.

Clover Luna Nightingale was born to Lazzari and Clubs Nightingale in the summer of '93, Clover was apart of a multi birth pregnancy. Clover and her twin brother Elijah Dean Nighingale were both brought into this world on June 25th, both babies were healthy with no foreseeable health problems. As the twins grew up everything was normal, there were a few bumps in the road but there always was when it came to new things. Life wasn't perfect for the Nightingales but it was the best it could be. At the age of five Clover started doing Ballet and Elijah has started to take up drawing classes, after the pair started to do their own things they slowly drifted apart. The once close twins seemed to have become complete strangers to one another, that was probably what had made them a target. Around Clover and Elijah's last year of middle school the pair had gotten into a fight on their way home from school, it was a small meaningless argument that had lead them to leave each other's sides. Everything had happened so fast and Clover couldn't even remember how she had ended up tied to a chair getting needles shoved into her arms. The men standing around her had told her that her brother was dead, that he hadn't made a good fit. Suddenly Clover felt like her body was on fire and passes out again, for eight years Clover was subjected to experimentation and training by HYDRA. During her time with the terrorist organization she was given the ability to make snow and ice as well as how to control it, she was also taught in hand to hand combat and how to wield a variety of weapons. There seemed to be no hope for the now nineteen year old Clover, that was until one day the Avengers came to save her. At least that's what she had thought at the time, in actuality the Avengers were only there to clear out the HYDRA building. For years no one had been looking for her, it made it easy for Clover to start a new life. Yet, she didn't. She gave herself up to the Avengers, she thought that that would help her but it only had her sent to S.H.I.E.L.D to be assessed.

"And slowly I became their doll, sweetheart, sun, moon, and all the stars. I became their fresh snowfall in early winter and their crisp air in fall."

When S.H.I.E.L.D found out about Clover's ablities she was sent to a specialized doctor for those who have been enhanced. The doctor had discovered that Clover's body temperature ran below freezing and got to the deadly temperature that kills, he had advised S.H.I.E.L.D and Clover herself to be under constant watch. Nick Fury turned Clover over to the Avengers for them to use their watchful eyes and make sure that Clover didn't freeze to death. There Clover had made great friends with Wanda and Natasha, the three girls had hang outside every night and became best friends. Clover had also dubbed half the team family making her have more father figures and siblings then every, but she also met Steve Rogers and his very distant friend James Buchanan Barnes. Steve always stuck his neck out to converse with Clover but James seemed to always want to avoid her, that was until he found out that she was the girl that was 'rescued' from the HYDRA compound. He felt bad for her and tried a little harder to talk to her but then he would pull away, Clover seemed to be aware that it had to do with HYDRA. The metal arm gave her the biggest hint. She was always polite and sweet with the boys, in fact she more favored to be around James and Steve then anyone else. It had to do with the fact that both their bodies ran much warmer then Clover's, they were practically furnaces to her and that was what drew her attraction. At some point the lines between strangers, aquatiances, friends, and lovers all blurred and the three were practically praised a couple. When Clover had turned twenty three Steve, Bucky, and herself moved into an apartment together where they all grew closer. Clover had learned that Bucky and Steve had been dating since the forties and very few people had known that, a year after she found put Steve and Bucky invited her into their relationship. The three have had their ups and downs but they have been going strong every since.

I'm so sorry if this is bad, I had sudden inspiration that was keeping me up late so I made this because it was on my mind.

[come-with-me-and-imagine]

Strong--Part Two

A week had passed since Steve and Molly found one another. In that one week, Steve had never been happier. He spent every waking moment with Molly. He would come to her apartment and help make breakfast before they would cuddle together on her bed. The mere act of just holding her to his chest brought him an overwhelming sense of peace. He even went with her to her Art Exhibit at the gallery. 

Steve’s teammates even came to the show to meet Steve’s soulmate. When she walked up to them Tony immediately gave a glance to Steve. "What?” He asked causing Tony to just shrug with that smirk on his face. Steve would just sigh and shake his head. 

During the show, Steve rarely left Molly’s side, except just once. He went about to really look at some of the paintings. Most of them were ones he had already seen when he was looking her up the weeks before he found her. But then, at the back of the gallery was the newest painting. “Only Half Alone” was the painting she had been working on the morning when he showed up on her doorstep. The girl on the swings with the two men on either side of her. He knew the one on the right was himself. However, when he saw the ghostly figure of Bucky brought a tear to his eye.  

Steve had told Molly all about Bucky the Winter Soldier. He had told her how Bucky didn’t remember anything and he was and had been controlled by Hydra. She had cried, but, she was still hopeful that they would get him back. The mere fact that he was alive was enough to give her the hope to get through this. Steve continued to stare at the painting till he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Steve?” he turned and saw Molly standing there. Are you okay honey?" She asked softly when she saw his glossy eyes. His heart warmed when she called him honey. To be someone’s honey...baby...whatever she would call him. It felt so good.

I’m fine, sweetheart,” he smiled and kissed her cheek. The paintings are all amazing," he said as his arm wrapped around her waist with his hand on her hip. Sometimes when he did this he would catch himself drawing little circles on her hip with his thumb. Later Molly told him it actually comforted her when he did that.  

"You really think so? I get so nervous watching people look at them." She sighed as she sipped her wine while looking out at the crowds. There were so many people looking at her paintings. Did they like them? Did they hate them? She couldn’t tell. 

"Hey,” Steve said trying to reassure her as he nuzzled her temple with his nose. "All of them are amazing I promise." His hand squeezed her hip gently before he rubbed her side. "What time is this thing over?"

"Not for another hour," Molly sighed again as she leaned into his side. Steve merely shook his head. 

"How you can stand in those shoes for hours on end I will never know,” he said as he teased her about the high heels she wore. He missed the ones from the 40′s, they were much classier and less of a torture device.  

“Women are designed to endure pain for the beauty it appears." She smiled up at Steve before he kissed her cheek again. 

"Guess I will have to give you a foot massage tonight before I leave." He chuckled as he heard a moan escape her lips as she leaned further into him. 

"Oh, baby keep talking dirty to me." God a foot massage sounded so good to her aching feet. His strong hands pressing into the arch and going up to the ball of her foot...simply erotic. 

"Oh, you think that is dirty talk?"

“Well if that is your dirty talk I am scared when you get simply nasty Steve." Molly teased him again as she watched his cheeks blush heavy. A giggle escaped her lips as she kissed him. “I am just teasing Steve.”

"Sorry, I'm just still not used to a beautiful woman saying such things to me.”

"Even if you weren’t all masculine I’d still tease you."

"Promise?” 

“I promise.” She said looking up at him with a smile. Steve returned the smile and pulled her into a deep strong embrace. As the two continued to stand there holding one another, neither noticed, the person watching them from across the street.