#bucky x brooklyn

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: Buck, please keep an eye on Sam. He’s gonna say something stupid and get punched

Bucky: Sure, I’d love to see Sam get punched

Y/N: Try again

Bucky: *sighing* I’ll stop Sam from getting punched

Y/N: Correct

[buckets-and-trees]

Imagine Bucky coming home to see you wearing nothing but a red ribbon tied in a bow around your waist and can’t help but stare at you while licking his lips. You stand there and say “are you just gonna stand there or are you going to unwrap your present?”

Well...

Would you complain if I added one more thing to this little ask, too?

And this was undoubtedly meant for Christmas, but... my Christmas tree is still up, so maybe other people still have their decorations out, as well...

Fandom: MCU Collection: The Brooklyn Boys Title: Big Red Bow Characters/Pairings: Bucky x female reader x Steve Word Count: 593

Content Warnings: Steve stays post-endgame, established threesome, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, nudity, kissing, light fingering

Logistical Notes: Probably fine to read if you haven't read any of the series, because this is legit just spicy fluffy stuf, literally no plot. We just haven't seen these boys in a LONG long time, and I thought this might be nice for them. Dividers from @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics.

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You take a deep breath as you hear your boys come in the front door. Steve walks past the doorframe, heading down the hallway, his arms laden with bags from their supply run. Bucky, however, glances into the living room, then turns his head back and stops dead in his tracks. He sets his bag down and quietly straightens back up, stepping into the room, eyes riveted on you.

You had been waiting for them, for this, and yet your stomach still flips and your cheeks heat as you see the hungry look wash over him.

He licks his lips, but continues to stare, unmoving from his place in the doorframe.

Your heartbeat is racing, but you will yourself to remain still, kneeling next to the Christmas tree, in front of the fireplace, hands folded delicately in your lap, in nothing but a large red ribbon, painstakingly tied in a bow. You had tied it around your chest, below your breasts so that the large loops of the bow just covered your nipples.

"Did you hear me?" Steve calls back down the hallway to Bucky. "I asked if you know where the–"

"Steve, come here," Bucky cuts him off.

You hear Steve's steps coming back down the hallway. "What? What is - oh," his voice drops when he turns up behind Bucky and spots you waiting for them. "Oh," this time more of a groan, and his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

But when they don't move, you bite your lip and drop your eyes. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to unwrap your present?"

"It's past Christmas and New Years, honey," Bucky teases.

You huff. The last two weeks had been so busy, and you'd just thought when you saw the discarded bow from your nephew's bike that it might be fun to play with, but today had presented the first possible moment you finally had time for something like this. "Sorry, it's a little corny."

"Ow." Steve thumps Bucky from behind, and you start to move, but Bucky says, "Stop!" and you do, surprised by his abrupt command. "'I like corny. I'm looking for corny in my life.'"

Immediately comfortable again, you grin and giggle at the very apt quote from The Holiday, which you'd watched twice with them - once after Thanksgiving, and again a few days before Christmas.

They both swiftly approach you now. Steve gets to you first and kneels in front of you, leaning in to capture your lips in an kiss. Kneeling next to you, Bucky trails his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm. He presses his lips along your shoulder and back up to your neck, nudging his way in until Steve moves away, and Bucky steals the chance to claim your lips.

Bucky is quick to lay back on the floor, pulling you to lay on his his chest. You can hear Steve quickly undressing.

"Who says we need to unwrap you in order to play anyway?" Steve asks. Then he's settling in behind you, kneeling in the space between your and Bucky's legs, spreading them wider to accommodate him. He draws his hand down along your spine, over your lower back, and he lets a finger tease down between your cheeks.

You gasp, and Bucky chuckles. "Always so responsive for us, and so pretty like this."

"Mhmm," Steve agrees.

"But I can think of quite a few ways we can use this bow tonight," Bucky adds, grinning over your shoulder up at Steve.

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Tony: How the hell did you crash the car?! Steve: So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight. Steve: I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident. Tony: … Bucky, horrified at himself: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

[sometimesiwriteandothershit]

bucky: i’ve been through hell

y/n: big deal. i worked at the sunglasses kiosk at the mall for four years.

y/n: so not only have i been through hell, I was assistant manager there

[itsagentromanoff]

[Tony and Steve talk with Bucky and Sam]

Steve: Tony, it’s okay, you don’t have to do this.

Tony: Yes, I do, because you’re my friend.

Steve: [sighs] Isn’t he great? We used to have sex, you know.

Sam, Bucky: Cool.

Tony: You don’t have to mention that every time, you idiot.

[dharmasharks]

Tried to drift but don't know how

E | 10.4k | no archive warnings | tags: canon-divergence - tws; adventures in renovating the apartment you also destroyed; identity issues; top Bucky/bottom Steve; Steve feels; starting over

“If you’re gonna stand there admiring your handiwork,” Steve says to the construction paper he’s laying over the hardwood floor, “the least you could do is pitch in.” Bucky doesn’t move from the shadows of the window frame. But Steve can see in the dark, too. Can see his suppressed smile tick, then reset.  There’s a soft whir as Bucky points at the kitchen island, where the granite countertop is cracked down the middle. Then a Steve-sized hole in the living room drywall. “That was all you,” he says, before picking up a drop cloth off the floor and covering Steve’s couch.

Read on ao3 >

Written for @catws-anniversary theme: To The End of The Line. Thank you Tej and Maya for organizing such an epic event! Consider this my humble contribution to the time-honored tradition of pretending canon ends in Brooklyn, where the boys experience a lot of big feelings and also kiss and nothing bad ever happens again, the end.

(Also fills my free space for @stuckybingo)

[literaryavenger]

*After a mission.*

John Walker: So, you three doing anything fun tonight? Sam, avoiding eye contact: Nothing much. Bucky, looking at Y/N knowing what's coming: Just hanging out. Y/N, casually: If you come it's gonna be lit. Walker, smirking: You really think I'm that fun? Y/N, making intense eye contact: No, I meant I'm going to light you on fire. Walker: Y/N: Walker: Y/N, holding up a match proudly with a smile: I already got the match lit! Walker, terrified: How-

[mrs-bucky-barnes106]

my boyfriend’s pretty cool but he’s not as cool as me

[stuckysnightmareqt]

Bucky, holding Y/N in his arms: I’ve only had Y/N for a day and a half but if anything were to happen to them i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself

[steven-g-rogers]

// closed starter for @mindfcllofmadness

Steve pulled his bike up at the block of apartments he’d been calling home for the past five years.  The street was much more chaotic than usual, but that was to be expected.  Having the population suddenly more than doubled.  Things were chaotic everywhere.  People were showing up in homes they used to own only to find them with new residents.  Kids who had lost there parents and had been adopted by new ones, suddenly had their original parents back.  It was messy and chaotic and people were having very mixed reactions to whether it should have happened or not.

But Steve had to believe he’d done the right thing.  He had to believe that after everything they’d given to undo what Thanos had done, He had to.

And as Bucky pulled up his bike next to Steve’s, there was the biggest sign of them all.  After all these years - a whole century - of fighting both physically and with societal expectations of who they were supposed to be, of the loss, and grief, the torture, the trauma of all the things that had happened to them, been done to them, here they were finally together.  Finally having admitted that the only place they wanted to be was with each other.

They had earned this.  They had given up everything, again and again.  They had lost each other, come back together, lost each other again, so many times that Steve had come to believe that that was all there was to define them.  But no.  Finally whatever it was that Steve had needed to give him himself had been given, and they were here, in the borough they’d grown up, finally getting to stop and be.

Steve approached Bucky as the man got off his bike.  “We might need to think about garaging these for a while,” he said.  “Looks like there’s still some looting going on.”

He’d do his best to help settle things back down again, but right now, they were home, and they were going to take a moment for themselves.  He offered Bucky his hand, still a little nervous about PDA but determined to stop letting what other people expected from him define him anymore.  “Come on, let me show you the apartment.”

He took Bucky’s hand and led him upstairs to his apartment.  The time heist had kept him away for a while, and the fact he’d left without tidying up or doing the dishes was a little on the mortifying side.  It was a modest space.  One bedroom, a combined living, dining and kitchen space.  There’s an alcove with a desk that’s covered in bills, papers, and half finished sketches.  He’s put up some art, sketches of motorcycle parts and a photo of Manhattan taken from Brooklyn in the 1930s.

“Welcome home, Bucky,” he said.  “I’ll - uh - try and tidy up.  Make yourself at home.”

[denebolablack]

Tony: *Staring at himself in the mirror* I'm old.

Bucky: *Huggin' him from behind* ¿What about that, sugar?

Tony: I'm ugly.

Steve: *Using his Brooklyn's accent* Woah, babydoll. I won't allow you to bad mouth our beautiful silver fox like that.

Tony: *Chokes* Where did you learn that? No, forget about it. The real question is, why are you calling me a silver fox?!

Bucky: *Also with Brooklyn's accent* Well, babe. Those gray hairs that you love to complain about are actually very attractive for us.

Steve: And a silver fox is a handsome gray-haired man, according to Oxford.

Tony: I-

Bucky: If your next words are something different from "You both are right, I'm handsome as fuck" then we are gonna have a problem, dollface.

Tony: ... *Pouts*

Steve: *Kisses him* C'mon, babe. We wanna show you how handsome we know you are.

[buckets-and-trees]

The Brooklyn Boys Series

a post-endgame where Steve stays in the present rom-com drabble series

Bucky meets a female reader in the park, they don't hit it off. On another day, Steve meets a female reader at a sandwich shop, and they do hit it off. Relationships grow, feelings grow, then they collide.

Content Warnings: slow burn, occasional strong language, ultimate polyamorous relationship

SERIES

1: Bucky and the Bench

2: Steve and the Sandwich

3: Bucky and the Books

4: Steve and the Skyline

5: Bucky and the Brief Brush

INTERLUDE

6: Steve and the Ballet

7: Bucky and the Shelves

8: Steve and the Blindside

9: Bucky and the Situation

10: Steve and the Best Friend

EXITLUDE

MORE STORY

Listed in chronological order: First Night [takes place immediately after part 10] Idle Hands [first fall/winter] Big Red Bow [a few days after their first NYE]

EXTRAS

Commentary about the narrative structure of the Bucky, Steve, and Stucky parts.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Tony: Let me guess, you and Bucky are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss.

Tony: *Starts leaning in*

Steve: What? No, stop that! I know how to kiss, I’ve read books.

[buckymilf]

and you can't convince me otherwise

rumlow said “bucky" and all of a sudden i was a sixteen years old kid again in Brooklyn

[estelior]

The day on the beach

[literaryavenger]

Y/N: rules were made to be broken!

Steve: they were made to be followed, nothing is made to be broken.

Y/N: uh, piñatas

Sam: glow sticks

Bucky: BONES