#steve rogers x asian!reader

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗫 𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — in which you and steve have a secret pornhub channel. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. pornography. all the smut; unprotected sex, size kink, cum kink, dirty talk, praise kink, little bit of degradation, exhibitionism.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed. 

Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause. 

But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan. 

Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.

Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases. 

Nomad and Lilac.

They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.  

Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression. 

“You ready, Lilac?” 

You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands. 

“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.” 

“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief. 

The comment section was flooded with praise. 

user1: look at that pretty little cunt

user2: she takes it like a champ

user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too

user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love

user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC

user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo

user7: kinda want them to top me??????

user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture

user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her

user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it

It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand. 

Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.

“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear. 

You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover. 

“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”

No one would know. It was your dirty little secret. 

AS TIME PASSED, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.

That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.

Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.

He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.

“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”

Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.

“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.

Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.

“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”

He sighed deeply.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.

“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.

He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.

“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”

Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.

“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.

Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.

And yet, things had just gotten started.

The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.

“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”

“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”

“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.

That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.

“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.

Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.

“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.

“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.

You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.

“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”

After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.

user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.

user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other

user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???

user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?

user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵‍💫

user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them

user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.

user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad

The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.

But then you remembered Steve.

Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.

“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.

“Congratulations, Cap!”

Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.

“Thanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.

“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.

“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.

The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.

“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.

Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.

“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”

“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”

Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.

“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.

“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”

He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.

“To our new beginning.”

“Cheers.”

Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.

“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”

“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.

“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”

“OH! He curses now!”

The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.

“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”

“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”

    “I only watch women’s porn.” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.

“You only what?”

“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.

“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.

“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”

You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.

No one would find out.

“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.

Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.

“And that’s our que to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.

“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”

“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.

“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.

“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.

“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.

“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”

“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”

Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.

 “We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.

You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.

“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”

His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.

“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.

You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.

“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”

It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.

“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”

From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.            

“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.

“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.

“We would all know if someone did.”

“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”

“Steve and Y/N did.”

No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.

“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.

“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.

“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”

“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.

“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.

“That’s definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”

“Check the date of the video in the description.”

Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”

“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”

Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.

“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”

[soft-and-bitter]

Failed Bargaining (Drabble)

Mob Boss!Steve x Introvert!Reader

Steve would go to any length in order to have you, and that worried you. A lot.

Warning(s): swearing

If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging or leaving some feedback, thanks! ❤

Steve made you nervous the very first time you set eyes on him. Because as soon as you did, you knew just how far apart your worlds were. Every fibre of his being exuded unbridled wealth and glamour, but there was more to it too, simmering beneath it all: shades of darkness you didn't think you wanted to delve into.

Apparently Steve shared none of your sentiments.

You stared at the necklace dangling before you, brows knitted. "Um, what's this?" you ask, even though you knew perfectly well what it was. While awaiting the next course, the others present at your surprise birthday dinner had, fortunately, fallen into their own worlds, deep in conversation about anything other than what was going on now between the two of you.

"A birthday present, of course," he responded, his smile never faltering. "Just one of many for my sweet girl."

It was a simple design—nothing ostentatious, thank god, but you were highly skeptical of its cost, not to mention its provenance. You may not have known Steve that long, but observation, coupled with Sharon's anecdotes, taught you that Steve never did anything in half-measures.

"You didn't have to," you tried to protest, but he was already sweeping your hair over one shoulder to gain access to your nape.

Steve chuckled softly, wrapping the delicate necklace around your neck. "But I wanted to, sweetheart. And that's what matters."

The pet names worried you just as much as the gift. Everything was moving way too fast, this . . . thing, whatever it was, between the two of you. Steve had materialized into your life out of the blue, and now suddenly it felt like he was everywhere, in every corner you inhabited, like he'd always been there. Never mind that you still had no idea what he did for a living.

His birthday gift, cold and heavy against your skin, only drove the message home. If you thought you were doing things casually, Steve wasn't having it.

Fuck.

Steve played with the gold chain of your necklace before dropping a kiss tenderly on your shoulder. "It's beautiful on you," he remarked, fingers ghosting along your collarbone. "You're never going to take this off. Promise?"

You blinked at him once, twice. His command took you aback, the gravity in his tone so different from anything you experienced. Steve watched you expectantly, his blue eyes bright.

"Steve, listen," you began, one hand covering his own as you tried to stop his fingers from exploring further. "This is all amazing, it is, but, um . . . don't you think we might be moving a bit too fast here?"

You feared he'd take offence to that, but his smile said otherwise.

"Sweetheart, we're not moving fast enough."

Just something quick and short to get me back in the swing of things. I do consider this part of a bigger story I've been cooking up, so let me know what you think! Do y'all want more?

[brandycranby]

Hii!! By your mouth and mine was the first (and might be the only?) Asian!reader-specific fic I’ve read for Steve and it always stuck with me!! Your writing is so poetic and expressive ❤️❤️

Could i request a Steve/reader smut of him eating you out?? I’d love it if the reader was East Asian but it doesn’t have to be!!! Happy anniversary :)))

Like A Prayer

a/n: ty for this request nonnie 🥺🫶🏻 i'm sorry this has taken so long!! this is east asian reader but not too explicit and no description

What's the virtue of abstinence to a man who’s had 70 years pass by in the blink of an eye? 

He can’t be expected to be able to wait, peacefully slumbering beside you, deep in dreaming, entrusted with your parent’s severe blessing to wed and to follow the unspoken rules of their house. 

Instead, Steve falls into you, his daydream lashes brushing his cheeks, eyes half-open to memorialize the heave of your soft tummy, your hands squeezing your breasts in a way that he understands is painful but cathartic in wake of the pleasure he gives. 

His mouth is latched to your pussy, an airtight seal; gently, he caresses your clit with the broad flat of his tongue, tracing the delicate seam between the pearl tip and hood, and his pink lips move against your labia, like a knight kissing the palm of his star-like lady in devotion, making his touch last before he rides out. 

Just like, but not really; this is something much more holy. 

He hunches over, cramped on the edge of your childhood bed, back bowed in worship; prayer is silent and so are you, throat closing and forcing back any sounds as your fingers strum over your nipples, flicking them in time with his tongue until you buck against his chin, another burst of slippery fluid seeping out, wanting him, wanting more. 

And Steve is a sinner, Steve is a hero, Steve is your disciple with blue-fire eyes pledging devotion to you.

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i wrote this at work :)) enjoy steve in horny jail, feel free to join him 😌 hehe it's my first foray into writing since summer, sorry if this is super weird

seven sentence celebration masterlist

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

We Walk The Line

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: Instead of Steve Rogers becoming Captain America, someone took his place. Steve Rogers became the infamous Hydra Stomper and fell off of the train with his best pal (and secret lover), James Buchanan Barnes.

You never thought you'd ever become Captain America.

You also never thought about losing the only two loves of your life.

But now, in the present, all three of you are reunited.

Except... you've been keeping them at arm's length.

Steve and Bucky just want all three of you to be happy again.

Warnings: Canon divergence, dark themes, threesome (F-M-M), angst everywhere, a little bit of murder, slight allusions to Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky, lots of angst, mutual pining, shower sex, double vaginal penetration, spitroasting

Additional Notes: Hello! This was a doc I found in my drafts, lol. I originally wrote a good chunk of this, but then I moved on to different projects. However, last night I found this in the deep depths of my laptop, and I finished it tonight. So, there we are! I hope you all enjoy this little tale!

As always, if you’d like to read this fic on my AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 11824

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Clint Barton knew deep in his gut, that something was wrong. Even though the blond Avenger was deaf and needed hearing aids. It didn’t mean he was ashamed of being deaf at all. His family and the love of his life had learned ASL for him.

Most of them, anyway. Thor was still trying. But the blond Asgardian got a pass since he was rarely on Earth, or what Asgard called Midgard anyway.

It also didn’t mean that his other four senses weren’t working. Only, they felt as if they were enhanced. Because that deep feeling in his gut was telling him that something was about to go very wrong.

Or something sus was going on.

To be quite honest, he was sorta leaning on the second option.

He wasn’t quite ready to discover aliens trying to take over the planet again.

Nope.

Noooooo.

No, he was not.

Night had fallen through the Compound. Everyone was mostly asleep. Including Natasha. Who was still asleep against him, her hair splayed over his bare chest. Careful to not wake her, Clint slowly and quietly got up. Getting his hearing aids from where they were charging on the little nightstand on his side of the bed. He slipped them in his ears, hearing the beep. Signaling that they were on, he pulled a shirt and sweatpants on and quietly slipped out of the room.

As he walked down the quiet halls of the Compound, he saw two familiar supersoldiers walking toward him.

Dressed in their tac suits that looked a little bit dirty with streaks of mud, were both Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes.

The blond-haired Avenger waved at the golden-haired and chestnut-haired men in a friendly greeting. Steve and Bucky wore expressions of relief when the three men slipped into the kitchen. Bucky opened the fridge to pull out some orange juice.

“The mission go okay?” Clint asked the two of them. Steve nodded.

“We nearly got caught in an explosion, but nothing we couldn’t handle,” Steve replied to him. Nodding to the other supersoldier as Bucky slid him a glass of orange juice, Clint took a gulp.

“Ross is coming by tomorrow.”

Both Steve and Bucky scowled.

The Avengers as a whole didn’t really like Thaddeus Ross.

Bucky, Steve, and Cap especially.

Clint knew the leader of the Avengers didn’t like authority. They didn’t like pushovers. And after what happened with Hydra back in 2014, they detested the government even more.

With everything that had happened with the almost Chitauri invasion in 2012, he knew Cap wasn’t looking towards another physical appearance that wasn’t saving the world. But, as superheroes and people who protected the world, sacrifices had to be made. You could never get anything you always wanted in life.

Bucky and Steve didn’t like Ross because the man had basically demanded that the two of them were going to be locked up after the bombing of the UN. Mostly because Prince T’Challa had been angry, lashing out due to the grief of losing his father. Erik Killmonger, T’Challa’s cousin, had quietly advised him to keep his cool. And that was after the Avengers broke out the two former Winter Soldiers. And after Cap sent a very nice punch in the face to Ross that was deserved. Their words, not Clint’s. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t agree with that statement.

This would be against the law, but Clint wouldn’t be lying if he also knew wholeheartedly that Captain America would never resist the chance of punching power-hungry and corrupt Senators in the face.

Plus, they were great for viral TikTok and Instagram videos. And Twitter threads.

Not so much for the news though.

Fox News nearly had a stroke the first time.

And the second time.

Clint was fully convinced the Avengers were just full-on trolling them by now. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. He loved making Fox News have a stroke anyway.

Any day. Any time. Anywhere. He would do it in a heartbeat.

Steve and Bucky had already given Fox News a field day when they had explicitly kissed on live TV. The rest of the Avengers thought it had been hilarious.

Speaking of Cap, he knew that they were currently on a mission. They would come home early tomorrow. Until then, all of the other Avengers would see the two former Winter Soldiers brooding and being sad.

As usual.

“Not again,” groaned Bucky. “Doll couldn’t even hold it in the last time he was here. Didn’t she try and punch him in the face?”

Deep sighs that came from Steve and Clint proved his point.

“Yeah,” sighed Clint. “And then before she left, she was talking about how she didn’t want to be here tomorrow. But she will. In the morning. Ross is coming in the afternoon. Talking about that stupid gala we have to attend later this week.”

Grumbles came from Bucky and Steve unhappily.

They had hated galas. They hated being the center of attention. To be around senators and being forced to “play nice”, as Natasha put it. The former redheaded assassin and her younger sister, Yelena Belova, always remarked that the two were always so grumpy. It always amused her when they stood there, stiff as statues while everyone else mingled and had a good time.

Bucky swore to himself that he would get both of his former students to stop teasing him. One way or another.

But for now, the unsettling feeling of them knowing that they would have to attend another gala, once again, made them very unhappy.

“I hate going to those,” Bucky mumbled unhappily. Steve grumbled in agreement. Disdain was written all over their faces. Clint just let out a sigh. “Yeah, well, join the club. Nobody really thinks you’re a liability anymore, so no one’s gonna need to be afraid or extra cautious for the two of you suddenly snapping and going cuckoo cuckoo. Just don’t bring out the pew pews and everything should be good.”

Clint suddenly smirked. Steve and Bucky knew that meant the blond archer was up to no good again. “Sides’,” shrugged Clint, still looking gleeful. “We all know how good Cap looks in her dresses. Tony just makes her look fancy cause she’s the face of us, remember? Don’t tell Cap I told you, but her dress is gonna be a dark blue. Kinda like your old Howling Commando suit, James. You know— the one from way back in the day? That one?”

Oh did Bucky remember.

He remembered it quite well. He didn’t even need to go and catch a plane to DC to the Smithsonian to peep a glance to know what his former uniform looked like.

“… And Tony’s probably going to convince her to wear red lipstick because of good ole patriotism and all…” Clint continued on, rolling his eyes. Even putting air quotes around ‘patriotism.’

“Thank God Colonel Phillips didn’t make her do those damn tours.”

“Only because she was a woman. Colonel Phillips didn’t think that the world would take her seriously if the entire world knew that Captain America was a woman. If it was me, he would’ve made me do those tours.” said Steve quietly. Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Gotta love the misogyny of the good ole forties, amirite Stevie?” Bucky spat out sarcastically. Steve nodded his head sarcastically. Clearly agreeing with his boyfriend.

“Well, this is where you disappeared off too, Clint?”

Three heads turned to see who was in the kitchen. Natalia Romanov-Barton or Natasha Romanoff-Barton as everyone knew her in the States, with her red hair hastily tied up in a ponytail and a nightgown slipped over her figure and slippers adorning her feet, she stood in the archway of the kitchen. Her arms crossed over her stomach.

She had known something had been wrong when she had heard her husband getting up. A disturbance in the Force, one could say. And when she heard someone opening the fridge door, she knew it wasn’t Sam.

Because she knew Sam wouldn’t be up at this time of day. She knew for a fact that the other Avenger would be dead asleep in his room.

Wanda shared a room with Vision, who really didn’t need all that much sleep, considering he wasn’t human. But the Android enjoyed being in bed with his significant other, so that was that. And, Natasha knew that Wanda was still on a mission with Cap. So Natasha knew the redheaded mutant wasn’t home.

And Pietro, Wanda’s older brother would also be dead asleep. Just like Sam.

So that ruled him out too.

Tony though?

Tony could have been in the kitchen. That could have been a possibility. But she then had heard a soft thudding noise coming from Tony’s workshop, so she knew it couldn’t have been Tony when she had been padding her way down the hall to the kitchen.

Rhodey was off sleeping too. So he was certainly out of the question.

And besides, she had caught a whiff of someone deeply unpleasant. A really nasty smell that reeked of someone that hadn’t showered in a while.

Sounding a deep voice that reminded her of Yasha, she just knew.

Yasha and Steve were home.

Never ever, would she ever forget Yasha’s voice. It was like something you couldn’t wash out of your memory, no matter how hard you could try to. You just couldn’t.

So it didn’t surprise her when she had found Steve, Bucky, and Clint all huddling around in the kitchen drinking orange juice at three in the morning.

It really didn’t.

She expected nothing less from the Three Stooges.

“Tash, I thought you would’ve still been asleep.”  Clint groaned in Russian. Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “No.”  was all she said. Steve and Bucky just looked amused. “Oh… she’s not here yet? Great, we’re going to see you two mope until tomorrow afternoon. That’ll just go down great with Ross.”

Now Steve and Bucky were scowling again.

“Please don’t mention that name under this roof. It gives us stress, Natalia,”  Bucky sighed. Natasha just gave her old teacher a look that basically said, really?

“Whatever, Yasha. I’m going back to bed. You three should too. Although—”  Natasha wrinkled her nose. “...you two should shower before sleeping. Seriously. You two are going to stink up this place faster than Thor and Loki bringing that disgusting Space Egg over here last week. And you know how badly that thing stunk.”

At the aforementioned space egg, Clint, Steve, and Bucky all scowled.

That damn stupid space egg was going to be the fucking bane of their existence.

Meanwhile, on the Avengers Quinjet, with you, Sharon Carter, Maria Hill, Melinda May, and Wanda Maximoff that following morning…

“What about Dave from Accounting? He seems nice. Or maybe Mark from Statistics?”

Sharon Carter or Agent 13 as everyone from SHIELD had known her, looked at her companion who was sitting next to her. She gazed at the Stealth Suit, the dark navy blue, complete with the two white stripes and star embedded on her chest. The suit hugged her broad shoulders and beefy stature, which wasn’t really a clash with her French tip nails that she had got done weeks before that were still in good shape, nor was a clash with her hair that was currently tied up.

You hadn’t even had time to get your shield off of your back. It was still there. Secured. It pressed into the seat as you leaned back, closing your eyes a little. Wanda had fallen asleep hours ago, so Maria Hill and Melinda May were currently manning the ship from up front.

“Dave from Accounting measures all of his shit before he eats it. Remember that one time we were in the cafeteria? And he brought out his salad? And then he brought out his notepad and his measuring cups and started measuring his food, not to mention he was counting everything on it, and even wrote down how many calories were in it? He’s a health freak, Sharon. Not to mention, he spends like four hours washing and cleaning his car. If anything, he should just clean cars for a living. That’ll give him good money. Could pay him more than working at the Compound. Plus, it would make great YouTube videos. You know how popular car cleaning videos are these days.”

“He just likes being through!” Sharon tried to protest, to no avail. Because you didn’t look all that impressed. “Mmmm… he’s a bit too uptight for me. I like my partner a little bit on the wilder side. He’d be too boring for me. What’s Mark from Statistics gotta offer me?”

“Well,” started Sharon, “Mark’s really nice. He’s in contact with his family a lot. Family guy, you could say. Doesn’t spend forever measuring and counting everything and anything on his plate, so that should be a plus for you.” A considering noise came from you. That sounded nice. You could work with that, right?

“But,” Sharon paused, so she could see your head cock to the side in concern. “But?” you drawled.

“I heard from Katie from HR that he’s got a dick piercing.”

Both of your eyebrows rose up. Another considering noise came from you that turned into one of concern. “But isn’t that dangerous though? Like, what if we’re fucking and it gets caught in my vagina? And I have to go down to Medical for that? Or even the ER? Can you imagine the headlines for those things? How embarrassing would that be?” You questioned before you yourself shuddered at the very thought.

“Very embarrassing,” Sharon nodded in agreement with you. Although she expressed a snort when seeing you shudder.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Too many worries,” you remarked lightly. Taking your water bottle out of your backpack that you had carried along with you for the mission, you uncapped it and took a gulp of your water before screwing the cap back on and putting it beside you. “Besides, Mark and Dave— they’re not supersoldiers, right? They’re just plain ol, normal dudes?”

At Sharon’s nod, your lips curled into a frown.

“Nah. Then it can’t work. You know I’m enhanced, right? Like everything’s enhanced. That includes my sex drive.”

“No one needed to know that!” Maria shouted from the front.

“Well, no one asked for your commentary, Maria!” You shouted from the back in response. Melinda cackled from where she was in the co-pilot seat, making you roll your eyes in slight annoyance.

As if that was going to make things any better.

“So like… on average… like let’s just say, scale from one to… thirty, how many rounds can you go before you need to stop?” Sharon asked, curious.

“Thirty, huh? Broad number. That’s nice. Other women usually ask around one to twelve. Which, I guess they’re sorta close.” You shrugged. “Fifteen rounds.”

Melinda nearly spat out her water from where she was up front.

“Holy Jesus Christ on a stick!” Sharon exclaimed. You just shrugged again, still leaning back in your seat. “I mean, it’s not bad. Although I gotta tell you, Sharon, that’s why I’ve been struggling to find a good partner in bed. Nobody’s really a supersoldier like me. No one can keep up, really. Or worse, what if I end up hurting them too? That’s always something to think about, right? What if I get too excited? Or what if I end up breaking their dick? Those things we need to take into consideration, Sharon.” You told her seriously.

And they were genuine concerns.

Very genuine, important concerns of yours. Before the serum, you didn’t have to worry about breaking a guy’s dick, or worry that if you squeezed them too hard, you’d break a bone or something. Or worse, even a rib, if you weren’t careful enough.

Maybe breaking a rib was a little bit of a stretch, but hey— it was something to consider.

“So why don’t you just sleep with Steve and Bucky?”

“Please,” Maria’s voice floated from the front. “You know how stingy they are. I walked by their room one time, and they were still fighting and arguing over who should top. You know how aggressive they are. If they can’t decide who’s gonna top, what makes you think they’re gonna decide who takes turns fucking our good ole Cap?”

You thanked every lucky star in the damn galaxy that you weren’t drinking water at that exact moment because if you had, you would’ve spat it out all over Sharon. And you didn’t want to get Sharon wet.

When the Avengers had outgrown the Tower and Wanda and her older twin Pietro had joined the Avengers and the team had moved upstate to build the Compound, the first thing on Tony’s list was to make the bedrooms supersoldier proof. Like everything from top to bottom. Even the rooms were supersoldier hearing proof. Although, and you would never tell Tony this, but that one time you had walked past Steve and Bucky’s room, you had heard Bucky softly moaning Steve’s name under his breath.

Despite the so-called supersoldier soundproof rooms.

But you would never tell Tony that.

You didn’t want to hurt his ego even more than everyone else did on a regular basis. In good spirit, of course. Tony staying humble was everything’s number one top priority.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t like they could properly choose who would top back in the day either. Plus, the three of us just lived in that one-bedroom apartment. Just the three of us.” You couldn’t help but find yourself sinking into deeper, past memories. You still remembered being in the middle of Bucky and Steve. Bucky curled up at your side as he snored in his sleep. Steve, with that dim lamp that the three of you had nicked from the street on that wooden little desk next to your bed. Heard the scratches of his pencil against his sketchbook as he drew the three of you together, while you fell asleep to him drawing.

“… Do you miss them? Steve and Bucky?” Sharon’s voice brought you back. You blinked.

“Like… being with them? The old times?” you offered awkwardly. “Yeah… let’s start with that,” Sharon replied softly. “I mean… I would be lying if I said no. Because I do. I really do. Those times… I won’t ever be getting those times back. We had… plans. Plans to grow old together, I guess. Live together until we died, sort of thing. I got so terrified for them when Steve wanted to enlist, and then when Buck was drafted I… I really thought they weren’t going to come back. And then Project Rebirth happened and then I became Captain America, and…. you know the rest. I lost Jimmy. I lost Stevie.”

Your eyes drew down to the floor as you thought about it. Mulled over it.

So many years lost.

“Everyone always talks about… how empty they get when they lose their loved one. Or loved ones. But for me… Steve and Bucky were all I had left. Before I had the Avengers… all I had were Steve and Bucky. Even when I had no one… no one left in my family… I had Steve and Bucky. I can’t… I can’t explain how empty I felt when I lost them. They were my boys, Sharon. I loved them. I didn’t eat or sleep for weeks. Not till Morita dragged my ass out of the bed and forced me to eat a month after they had been gone.”

Your hands came to wipe away the incoming tear that was making its way down your face.

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

You had been flying the plane. Solo. You had been looking out at the sky, looking at the clouds. You had gotten Peggy on your earpiece, telling her that you needed to land the plane in the water, to go lower.

You had been headed towards New York.

You couldn’t wait any longer. If you had, people were going to die. You had taken out the little compass that you had gotten from Steve, flipping it open.

It was a picture of all three of you, smiling and laughing at the camera.

“Peggy, I’m sorry.”

“No.” Peggy hurriedly spoke your name, trying to protest.

“Hey, Pegs— I’m going to need a raincheck on that dance with you, okay? Bring your date. Okay?”

“Okay.” Peggy sniffed. “Eight o’clock, on the dot. Don’t be late.”

You could see it. The freezing water and all of the ice.

“Yeah. Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You still remembered Steve and Bucky’s words.

“We’re gonna take ya dancing, doll. Just the three of us. We’ll make it work.” Steve and Bucky had been beaming.

You closed your eyes.

Stevie. Buck. I’m coming.

And then darkness consumed your vision.

“… So yeah…” your voice was low, “I guess you could say there are things I regret, yeah.”

Sharon rubbed your arm in comfort.

“Cap, Agent Carter. One of you wake up Ms. Maximoff. We’re home.”

Later that day, in the afternoon...

“I’m telling you, Tony, for the last time— no.”

“I’m just saying Steve, it could be a good idea—”

“No, it wouldn’t, Tony. And you know it.”

Tony Stark crossed his arms. The Avengers, minus Wanda and you, were all huddled up in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, waiting for the devil incarnate himself, General Ross.

It was safe to say, that no one on the Avengers team quite liked the man.

Like at all.

If the Avengers had the choice between letting go of General Ross or eating ice cream, they’d choose the ice cream.

Steve had his arms crossed too. Bucky stood in the corner, looking every bit a stoic man. Clint and Vision were talking about something. Pietro was animatedly talking with them, even making gestures with his hands.

“Why? Why are llamas a bad idea, Steve? Huh?”

Steve expressed a sigh and his hand came up to pinch his nose in frustration. “Because they spit, Tony. llamas spit.”

“So?”

Steve just groaned in frustration.

“So, what? What do you mean, by so what? They spit, Tony! That should be enough for you not to buy them!” retorted Steve. To which, Tony just scoffed at him. “Yeah, and then what’ll the theme for the gala be, huh Rogers?”

“How about the forties?”

All conversation stopped. Sam Wilson, from where he was sitting at the table, got up and beamed.

“Hey!” The African-American announced in glee. “You’re back!”

You hadn’t had time to change from your stealth suit. Wanda had changed, though. Back to a sweater, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

Both of you were extremely tired.

You were in dire need of a nap.

You were also extremely hungry.

And thirsty.

Briefly, you wondered if the conference room had any snacks. Usually, they did. Usually, Tony would stash the conference room with snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. Drinks too.

You hadn’t even had time to take your shield off of your back, either. It still was behind your back. Your hands reached from behind for your shield, pulling it off of you. The sound of your shield being taken off of your back caught everyone’s attention.

“Yup,” you even popped the p. “Tones, you got any snacks? Like nutter butters? I’m freaking starving.” You quite happily made your way to your seat, sliding into the rolling chair with a groan. Putting your shield on the table. You felt two hands brush over you.

Steve and Bucky.

You knew it was Steve and Bucky without even trying. Or looking to see who it was who touched you.

Because you didn’t allow just anyone to touch you. They had to be special. Like the Avengers.

Or Steve and Bucky.

“… Alright you two,” came Tony’s slightly annoyed tone. “Stop hogging Cap. We wanna say hi too.”

Both Steve and Bucky glared at him. Tony just rolled his eyes. Clearly used to their antics.

Catching a whiff of your smell, Sam recoiled back. “Nah, I’m good fam. You smell, girl.”

“Well, you try going to a building and saving people. I fought too many dudes. And then after that, try going to a freaking debriefing. And I haven’t eaten in like, twelve hours. I’m really hungry so—” Pietro slid a Nutter Butter to you. You sighed in relief as you opened the plastic, and you took a bite of your Nutter Butter. You sighed in bliss as you chewed.

With your mouth closed of course. You were upmost first, a lady. You knew your mother if she had still been alive, would have beat your ass with a sandal, a back scratcher, or anything your mother could have yeeted at you.

“Thanks, Pietro. Sides’ y’all know how moody Ross gets when not all of us are here, remember?”

Groans came from everyone at the table.

“… You just had to mention that…”

“Oh my god, don’t remind me…”

“That crazy son of a bitch needs to stop…”

As your fellow Avengers muttered and grumbled amongst themselves, Steve and Bucky’s hands fell into yours. For a moment, all of the conversations became white noise as you leaned into your rolley chair.

Quite happily you squeezed their hands. Signaling that you were here with them. That you were a okay.

Voice low, “Do you wanna go to that Chinese take-out place down the street?”  Bucky’s voice was a low murmur in your ear. Making you shudder just the slightest bit. “We’ll get that one noodle dish you like,”  Steve whispered in your ear softly, his breath tickling your neck.

Damn the two of them.

They were just so fucking convincing.

Just like how the two of them used to be back in the day.

“Mhmmmm… that sounds great, yeah… we can make it a date, if you'd like…”  you were nodding with what they were saying. You were getting it. And it sounded great.

“Okay, and then we can—”

The sounds of the door opening stopped any and every conversation that was being spoken at the table.

Everyone stiffened when they saw who was at the door.

General Thaddeus Ross strolled into the room like he owned it. Your eyes followed him. Your eyes looked hard as ice as you watched him stand at the front of the room. Your chair swiveled around, so your entire body could be facing him.

“Captain.”

“General.” Your tone wasn’t friendly. But, it was civil.

Simply because the last time he had gotten you angry, you had punched him in the face. Steve and Bucky had to carry you out of the government building, all the while you had shouted in Russian. You probably called him a bitch too, but the memories were a little hazy.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had referred to his dick being the size of a Tic Tac? Maybe that had been it?

That had to have been it.

So you leaned back in your chair. Somehow still holding on to Steve and Bucky’s hands.

General Ross cleared his throat.

“So, as you all know, there is a gala net week. And we have decided on what the theme will be.”

“Hopefully not llamas,” Steve muttered underneath his breath so no one would hear, but you and Bucky had caught it. So had Natasha, which made you all the more confused.

What the actual hell?

llamas?

Just what the hell had you missed?

“After some decision making with the government, and due to Mister Rogers and Mister Barnes’ trial finishing…” Ross continued.

“Which nearly cost you your position, but yes, go on.” Pietro butted in loudly. You saw Ross’s cheeks color in embarrassment, or was it anger?

Either or, you didn’t know and didn’t really care.

Steve and Bucky’s grips on both of your hands tightened a little at the reminder.

Ross coughed and cleared his throat loudly.

“You should drink some water, Ross. Maybe it’ll help with the frog in your throat.” Tony suggested cheekily. That didn’t help Ross at all. His cheeks flushed even further.

“Just tell us the theme and the place please, General.” You sighed, already done with the day.

“The theme will be the forties. And the place will be the usual place just like last year.” Ross managed to say through gritted teeth.

Sounds of relief came from the room. Pietro got up, a pep in his step as he dashed out of the room, before smacking face-first against the door.

“… Open it first, Pietro,” Wanda sighed as she got up, and walked out of the room after her brother once he had actually opened the door.

When you let go of Steve and Bucky’s hands, they might have panicked a little.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to them. “I’m gonna go and freshen up. I smell.”

“We could always shower with you,” Steve, being the utter shit he was, suggested coyly. You spluttered in response.

“Uh-uh. No. No. Do not give me that face. Nu-uh.”

You were walking out of the conference room with Steve and Bucky hot on your heels.

“Come on doll, it would be fun!” Bucky suggested enthusiastically to you.

You, being you, made a noise. It sounded very alarming.

“No. My bathtub is way too small.”

“We’ll fit! Just like how we used to!” Steve was backing Bucky up. You just gave the two of them a look. “And risk breaking my bathtub? No, Steven! We are not breaking my bathtub with the three of us in it. We’re not… it’s not like before, okay? We’re supersoldiers now, okay? We could break shit without even trying. Remember the toaster for Thor’s Pop-Tarts that you broke the other day?”

Steve scowled.

“That was an accident,” Steve clarified. “Exactly!” You pointed out. “An accident! It had been an accident! That could also happen to my tub! I’m not risking it!”

Bucky spoke your name.

It made you stop.

Almost like you were a deer in headlights.

“We’re not going to break your tub, doll. We’ll be as gentle as possible, okay?” His words washed over you.

Bucky had always been a bit softer than Steve. Even when the three of you had been together back in Brooklyn, in the ye olden days, Steve had always been the one to punch first, ask later. And Bucky had always been the one to pull him out of shit.

Like now.

You still weren’t looking very happy.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But if you two break my frigging tub, you’re payin’ for it.”

That following week, on the night of the gala…

“Guys, I hate everything about this.”

Natasha and Wanda spared you a look.

It had been forever since you had put on anything forties related.

To your surprise, you still remembered how to put everything on though.

So there was that.

Putting on the navy blue dress had been like slipping into a second skin. Adjusting the sweetheart collar and making sure the buttons looked good, and brushing off any dust reminded you of all those times you had done it back in your day.

“The heels look terrifying,” was Wanda’s comment.

You just shrugged at her.

“Eeeh… not really.” You bent down to pick up the cream-colored pumps from the floor from where it was near your bed, giving you that nostalgic vibe from all those years ago. You slipped them on your feet, and you got up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help yourself. You twirled around once, twice. Happily hummed along to the Harry James Orchestra that was playing on your vinyl record. Tony had added some things from the forties to make the three supersoldiers feel like home. He had done it for you when you had moved into the Tower, and then for Steve and Bucky.

“My old man might’ve not been the best dad, but he talked about you guys a lot. Mostly about how nice it was to see three people in love on the field, and how it made him feel like he was at home. But he loved you. It’s only right that I do that the same.” Tony had told them once.

You couldn’t be more grateful. Tony had found the vinyl player at a vintage store and bought it immediately.

“… you know, I saw them in concert. With Steve and Bucky. We managed to get enough money so we could watch them live. It was nice.”

Bopping your feet to Kitty Kallen as you took the rolls out of your hair, so you could style them in the victory rolls from back in your day, Wanda let out a snicker. “Yeah?” She asked. “And how much were the tickets?”

You fluffed up your curls, chewing on your bottom lip that didn’t have lipstick on it yet.

“You know, I actually don’t remember that…” You trailed off, giving it a heavy thought. Grabbing your red lipstick, you twisted the bullet up, admiring the little vintage details on the cap.

“You should start wearing lipstick whenever we go into battle more often,” Natasha suggested cheekily. You just rolled your eyes. “That sounds very impractical. It’s like wearing a corset into battle. No thank you. I don’t want my lipstick smearing all over my face. Besides, I’ll be sweating too. If I wear a full face of makeup on, consider my mask ruined. It’ll sweat right off my face and my mask will get dirty. Uh-huh. I’m not risking that.”

Wanda’s muttered “I told you so” just made you snort once you finished applying your lipstick. Smacking your lips together, you put your lipstick down and took a step back, taking a second to look at yourself in the mirror.

It was as if you had gone back in time.

With Kitty Kallen crooning in the background, you almost felt… okay. If you tried hard enough, you could almost imagine yourself in the apartment you had shared with Steve and Bucky. You could almost hear your soft little giggles, Steve’s chuckling, and Bucky’s laughter when the three of you would snuggle together for bed.

Natasha put a hand on your shoulder.

“You should talk to them. Tonight. I’m sick and tired of Rogers and Yasha giving you puppy dog eyes from the other side of the Compound.”

As much as you wanted to tell Natasha that she was wrong, or that no, the boys didn’t give you puppy dog eyes and they do not practically follow you around like lost puppies— she had a point.

A really point. One that was really solid. Like a slap to the face point.

If there was anything you would never admit to, was that Natasha Romanov had a point. Most of the time.

Like right now.

God— sometimes you really wanted to loathe Natasha.

But, all things aside— she still had a fucking point.

Most unhappily, you grumbled something under your breath that had her rolling her eyes.

You didn’t even need to turn around to see Natasha smirking at you.

Little shit.

“I hate coming to these,” a certain brunet muttered under his breath.

It was far too loud.

Not to mention, there were too many people around.

Way too many people.

James Buchanan Barnes took another gulp of his drink, clearly annoyed.

The venue was a huge ballroom-esque-like room that had been decorated for tonight’s event. Billionaires, millionaires, and anyone who was of the elite class was here tonight. Bucky saw someone people in front of him holding glasses of champagne in their hands, deep in a conversation.

“I think General Ross just makes us come to these because he’s a sadist,” Steve’s cheeky remark brought Bucky back to the current conversation at hand, but it also didn’t fly past Clint, who let out a snort. “Please,” the deaf Avenger scoffed, “… he’s a masochist and everyone knows that. Didn’t you know the last time he got on Cap’s nerves, she compared his dick to a Tic Tac? Ross couldn’t look her in the eyes for weeks.”

“I remember that,” acknowledged Rhodey with a small nod. “It blew up CNN and Fox News for weeks. Mostly Fox News though.”

This time, both Steve and Bucky let out snorts of amusement.

Yeah. That sounded like you.

“Yeah. Hannity had a meltdown when she said that.” Clint snickered. “For three weeks,” Rhodey added with a smirk as he happily accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter that had been walking around. He quite gleefully took a sip of his drink. Clearly proud of himself and his statement.

“She was doing the… what did our space visitors call it? Oh! Right. Take names, kick ass.” Clint cackled, clearly basking in his newfound glee as Steve and Bucky rolled their eyes in amusement at the archer.

“The weird alien empath lady was really nice.” a young boy’s voice broke in.

“Alright, who allowed the kid to be here?” Bucky grumbled.

Peter Parker let out a deep noise of offense. “Mr. Barnes!” the teenager whined, clearly in the offense. “I’m a part of the team, remember?”

“… And Tony’s nephew, but we don’t bring that up, do we Little Spider?”

As if she were simply a fairy, the Romani-Jewish mutant had walked onto the scene. Looking very vibrant and regal in her attire, complete with red earrings in her ears. The Vision walked behind her, in his human form. As to not scare any of the other billionaires tonight. His blond hair was nicely combed back, and his black dress shirt looked great too. His slacks were tucked in and his dress shoes were nice and shined to the gods. All in all, he looked great.

Wanda’s hair was curled up into a chignon, and her skirt was a long, pleated skirt that reached to her mid-calf. The material was nice and flowy, and it was a light brown. Her cream blouse was a low-cut, but not enough that she was showing her twins. Quite happily, her brown eyes looked like they were almost sparkling in the boys’ direction as her red painted lips curled up into a teasing smile. “Wanda!” Peter yelped, as the redhead playfully ruffled the younger enhanced boy’s hair.

As the young Peter Parker yelped and tried to escape Wanda’s playful nature, Steve and Bucky’s enhanced hearing picked up on a pair of heels clicking their way towards the ever-growing group.

“Rogers. Yasha. Have either of you seen Cap?”

Bucky was the first to turn around and address his former student in Russian. “No Natalia,”  came his deep voice. “… we haven’t. I’m a little worried. I know she doesn’t like these events as much as the rest of us, but she would usually be here by now. Should we send a search party?”  he briefly inquired. Worry laced in his tone. Natasha saw two pairs of blue eyes staring at her intently, like the two most feared former deadly assassins of the twentieth century were nothing more than two puppies that were desperately trying to find their human.

Lovesick idiots, the three of them were.

Completely and utterly lovesick idiots.

The other fellow redhead had to resist the growing temptation to not roll her eyes in public. Of course, she knew what the public thought of her. She knew all of that shit by now.

But this?

This?!

Oh no.

Noooo.

Noooo.

She would not go through another day of the three of you dancing around like the three of you were doing ring-around-the-rosie.

Absolutely not.

She would claw her own eyes out if she had to suffer through another day.

“We’ll be fine here,” sighed Natasha. “You know Tony,” she continued on. “He loves the attention. He'll distract them long enough. You two go and find her. You two know her better than the rest of us ever will.”

And it wasn’t that she was wrong.

Because she wasn’t.

As usual, Natasha was right.

The master assassin looked at the two men who had looks of pure determination on their faces.

They had a supersoldier to find.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the building in a broom closet with you…

You had no idea when it happened exactly.

One moment, you had been ready to comfort Steve and Bucky and talk things out, and then the next thing you knew— you had started to overthink every scenario you could possibly think of in your head.

And that had led you to find the nearest broom closet to hide yourself in.

You had your first mental breakdown for the first time in forever.

You were pretty sure that you were hitting what some people affectionately called your “mid-life crisis.”

Full-blown crying and shaking.

It was what Steve and Bucky found when they had managed to hear someone crying in an abandoned broom closet.

Deep away from the current festiveness that was currently going on, was you. You, sunken down to your knees and sniffing.

Luckily for you, your makeup was waterproof. Foundation, concealer, mascara. So none of your makeup was smeared or ruined.

“O-Oh… O-Oh nooooo…” were the only hiccuped words that came from you in disarray, seeing your boys there.

And shit, they looked good.

The black suits really suited them.

No! No! No! That little voice in your head screamed at you.

You were not about to get horny after bawling your eyes out in a broom closet!

No! Nope!

You needed to get a hold of yourself and your precious kitty!

Absolutely not!

You needed to stay focused!

Weakly, you managed to get up. You might have stumbled forward a little because your feet were kinda still asleep. Luckily, Steve and Bucky caught you before you could potentially fall on your face.

It would have been really embarrassing if you did.

“… Nooooo…” you were feeling like total shit. “…. why is my life playing out like a daytime soap opera? What is this, General Hospital? Day of Our Lives bullshit?”

Still, you weren’t done lamenting yet.

“Oh my god… if there is a fucking God or Gods up there or some shit… why do you have to do this to me…” you whined. You couldn’t help yourself! This was a travesty! Truly the biggest scandal you ever had to face in your entire life!

Groaning into Steve and Bucky, you resisted the urge to whack your head on their shoulders to feel the slightest bit of any completion you could find.

Eventually, you just decided to say, fuck it and fell into them. They caught you pretty quickly as you let loose a sigh.

“I’m so tired… I didn’t want to come tonight…”

Hearing how small your voice got made their hearts break. You had buried your face into their shoulders, trying to desperately breathe in the cologne that they were both wearing tonight.

“Well… we can’t really ditch…” Bucky sounded so apologetic that you really wanted to kiss him.

So you did.

Turning so you could be in Bucky’s direction, you kissed him.

It took him by surprise.

You probably hadn’t kissed him or Steve in over seventy years.

Deep in that unspoken part of you, you felt like you were coming home.

Kissing Bucky and Steve felt normal.

This was normal.

You made sure to kiss Steve too. Because if you didn’t, he would look like a wounded puppy and you didn’t want that.

Pulling away from Steve, you had to take a few breaths in.

“God… I fuckin’ feel my age…” your mutters made Steve snort. Bucky chortled.

A scream gathered your attention.

It sounded like it was coming from the huge ballroom.

Your mood was killed.

Totally killed.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You exclaimed, rushing back to the closet so you could get your shield. Slipping your arm into the little slip, you ran back out.

“You brought your shield?” Steve said in astonishment. “Of course I did Steven! This is an emergency!” You were scandalized.

The three of you dashed off down the hall, getting there quickly thanks to the serum running through your veins.

“Stark!” boomed a familiar voice.

You had to turn your head a little.

“Ew! You really need to shave off that goatee dude. There are only two people who can rock the goatee and that’s Tony and Sam.” You even scrunched up your nose at the horrifying sight.

“Who even is that?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Justin Hammer.” Natasha wrinkled her nose. Seeing the brown-haired man with the familiar-looking goatee standing on the weird glider in the middle of the room. From the smashed window, you suspected that he had come through there.

“Justin Hammer? That ultra-rich dude that got thrown in prison for trying to steal Tony’s blueprints for his suits?” You sounded surprised. “I thought he was in jail.”

“He was,” Natasha couldn’t help but sounded disappointed.

“Oh well.”

Throwing your shield his way, Justin didn’t have time to duck. Because your shield smacked him right on his forehead, sending him back. Effectively knocking him off of his glider while Pietro, Wanda’s older twin sped over and caught him just in time before he fell to the ground.

“We apologize for this delay!” Your voice boomed, catching everyone’s attention. “We’ll be dealing with Mr. Hammer soon.”

Getting to Pietro, you picked up your shield and whacked Justin’s face. Knocking him right the fuck out.

“Anybody get me a glass of champagne? I feel like I’m going to really need it.”

A few months later…

The worst day of Steve and Bucky’s life started on a dreary, wet, rainy Monday morning.

They were on a mission with you, Wanda, and Pietro. The Maximoff twins had already cleared out their section, and so had Steve and Bucky.

You had just about cleared out your section.

Steve and Bucky had been making their way towards where you were.

And then just as soon as they had come over the threshold, it happened.

Someone had hit you right in your back.

Your scream pierced their ears.

Seeing it happen felt like they were stuck in a weird slow motion.

As soon as you fell to the ground, they moved.

They moved so quickly, that they barely realized what they were doing.

As they moved, the man above you slammed something on your neck, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you laid there still.

You weren’t dead, just knocked out.

Steve struck first.

Picking up your shield, he struck it right in the dude’s face. It sent him falling back onto the floor.

Bucky, with his metal arm, clenched into a fist, collided on his throat.

Steve slammed your shield when Bucky removed his fist right back down the man’s neck.

Over and over, again and again, they did this. Bucky slamming his metal fist on his neck, only for Steve to do the same with your shield.

A sickening snap echoed in the room.

Another slam of your shield and the dude’s head came off.

Blood was on your shield. The dark red color muddled with the sharp and pristine blue and white.

It was what Pietro and Wanda saw when they were alerted to your section.

A horrified gasp came from Wanda. Pietro used his super-speed to rush over to you, feeling your pulse.

“She’s still alive. Come on, we have to go.” The Romani-Jewish mutant said.

The ride back on the Quinjet was quiet.

Very, very quiet.

You were laying on Steve and Bucky’s laps, your eyes closed. If anyone hadn’t been told of your condition, a normal person would have simply just thought you were sleeping.

But you were not.

Before you had been knocked out by the dude, you had sustained injuries. Blood had been oozing out of your side and had soiled your Stealth Suit. Your hair had fallen out of its braid and looked awfully messy. You were also pretty sure, had you been awake that you were pretty sure seven of your ribs had been fractured because you had been stabbed many times. And, one of your lungs had collapsed.

At least, that’s what the doctors had told the team when the Quinjet had landed at the ICU.

You had been rushed to the nearest room for surgery.

All while the Avengers waited.

And waited.

They had waited there in the ER for hours, practically. Everyone around them was whispering, but no one had taken out their phones to record them out of privacy.

A couple of hours later, a doctor had come out.

“Mr. Rogers? Mr. Barnes?”

Steve and Bucky had never got out of their seats faster.

“Ah… Mr. Barnes. Mr. Rogers. Your wife is going to be moved to the ICU. Her surgery went well and she looks to be on a good road to be moved downstairs once we have a free bed.”

Steve and Bucky audibly breathed out a sigh of relief.

“… Of course,” continued the doctor. “There is still the price of her surgery which will be very hefty—“

“We’ll pay for it.”

Tony made a noise of protest. “No way Rogers,” was his immediate clap back. “I have the money to pay for her surgery. I’ll pay for it. She’s a part of the team.”

To which, Steve had turned his attention to Tony. “No,” came out of him as a snarl. His eyes were dark and burning with rage. “We have the funds to pay for it. We’ll do it.”

“Is no one going to ask about why the doctor said that Cap’s their wife?” Sam stage-whispered to Pietro, who just gave him a shrug in response. This led to Sam turning to Clint, having an in-depth conversation with the archer and the speedster over if you were really married to Steve and Bucky.

Steve and Tony’s bickering voices soon filled up the room as the two Avengers argued back and forth.

“Give me the paperwork,” sighed Bucky to the doctor. Too much shit had happened today for him to process.

He would really need a stiff drink after this.

“I’ll pay for it.”

Meanwhile, with you a few hours later…

All of a sudden, your eyes popped open.

Wanda and Natasha, who had elected to stay with you and watch over you, looked over in relief.

You were awake.

“Hey… Wans… Tash… have I ever told you about Steve and Bucky’s dicks?”

Wanda and Natasha stared at each other. Complete bewilderment colored their faces.

“Um…” was all Wanda could offer at this time.

“Yeah…” you slurred. “Even before the whole serum stuff. Do you remember how I showed you pictures of a small Steve, Tasha? Steve was fucking tiny as shit.”

Natasha remembered that.

She practically remembered everything you had told her about the boys.

“Uh-huh,” was what came from your companion. “No, I remember.”

“Ooooh boy, have I ever told you this,” you drawled, even hiccuping a little. “Even before the serum… Steve had a big dick. Can you believe that he had a big dick? Cause I sure didn’t.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged another look.

“Uh-huh…”

“Right so…” you were continuing on. “Steve’s a little curved to the left. Bucky’s just… he’s just so fucking big. Fills me up every time. He learned a thing or two from catching all the dames, I’ll tell you that.”

Wanda looked like she was about to snort out a laugh, but a sudden pained look made her stop right in her tracks.

Somehow, like the time that Steve and Bucky had found you weeping in the closet, you had started crying a little.

“Why did this happen to them? Why couldn’t it have been me who fell off that stupid fucking train?” you sobbed. The sounds of the many machines you were hooked up to and also wired to beeped around you.

“I thought they were gone! I thought they were gone and they weren’t coming back! I crashed that plane in the Arctic for a reason!” you wailed.

It felt as if someone had slapped Natasha Romanov really hard on the face.

You had crashed the plane in the Arctic on purpose?

“I thought that maybe if I crashed it I could see them again… because if nothing made sense or mattered… they did… being with them mattered… it was the only thing I ever wanted...” you wailed on, continuing to spill out your deepest darkest secrets like you were at a therapy session and Natasha and Wanda were your therapists.

In a sense, Wanda felt that.

Growing up with Pietro within Hydra ever since they had been babies, she had never known her parents. All she had known were Hydra’s harsh ways, and when the Avengers had come to clear out the Hydra facility and Tony had offered them visas and you had allowed them onto the team, Wanda never truly knew what the meaning of family was.

The Avengers were her home. Her family. Her life.

So when Wanda had quietly said that she was going to go get Steve and Bucky, Natasha held your hand.

And she held your hand until you eventually fell asleep again, dreaming about your boys.

A little over three months later…

You had made a quick recovery, due to the serum that ran through your veins. So on an early morning, you were out on your usual run of fifteen miles with Steve and Bucky.

The sun had yet to rise as the three of you ran down the perimeter of the Compound. Dawn had not even broken in yet either. You were in the lead, followed by Steve, and then Bucky. But you had cooked up a conspiracy that Bucky just allowed Steve to get ahead of him.

Little shit.

Upon finishing your fifteenth and final mile, you stopped running.

Heavy pants even came from you.

Steve and Bucky were just about done too. The both of them stopped and panted as well.

“Yup…” came out of you in pants. “Fifteen miles. On the dot.”

“Yup,” breathed Steve. Bucky nodded his agreement.

“I’m hitting the showers. You guys wanna come with?”

In the wing of the Avengers Compound, were the private apartments that belonged to everyone on the Avengers team. Your room was smack dab in between Steve and Bucky’s. Originally, when Tony had built the Compound, you were still looking for the two supersoldiers. You searched and searched and searched and searched. Day and night, you had stalked the deep depths of the Internet for any scrap of information that anyone had on them.

Tony had built these three rooms specifically for the three of you. The three apartments were inter-connected, and the three of you could go back and forth whenever the three of you pleased.

You had just got into your apartment, smelling like a sweaty mess. Yanking off your workout clothes, you tossed them in the hamper that you kept for your dirty clothes. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, as well as a new bra and panties.

Putting them on your sink counter, you turned on your shower, turning the dial a bit to the left. You liked your showers hotter than normal people. Not quite as hot as Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, but still, pretty hot.

What could you say?

You thoroughly enjoyed your so-called “dragon showers.”

Pushing your shower curtain open, you stepped into your bathtub. Pulling it back so you’d have some peace and quiet, you began to shave and shampoo your hair.

Just then, your shower curtain was opened.

You had nearly jumped.

It was Steve and Bucky. Bucky and Steve. Your boys.

Your mouth open agape, you watched as they, completely unashamed of their nakedness, stepped into your bathtub like they owned it. Bucky pulled the shower curtain back so it would close the three of you off, allowing the three of you some privacy.

“You know, if you wanted to shower with me, all you could do was ask. Not just barge in. We’re not living in the caveman ages.” Your sassy clap back had Steve and Bucky both rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. Even though your face was turned, you quite imagined them doing it.

“See? Proved my point.”

Lathering your loofah with your body wash, Steve had begun to scrub you down as Bucky scrubbed your hair with his flesh and metal fingers.

Seeing the black and gold arm was truly a masterpiece. Shuri had done a fantastic job with it.

“You don’t have to do that,” you sighed to both of them.

“We don’t.” Steve easily agreed with you. “But we want to.”

Crouching to his knees, he scrubbed your thighs and went lower to your legs.

“You almost done with her legs, Stevie? I’m almost done scrubbin’ her hair,” said Bucky. “Almost done, Buck,” Steve confirmed. Once Steve rose up, it was clear that he had finished scrubbing you off. Grabbing your shower caddy, you rinsed yourself off. When you knew that you were done rinsing yourself off, you put your shower caddy back and leaned into your boys.

“We need to talk.” Steve’s deep voice broke you out of your stupor.

Oh, those words.

Oh, how those words made you oh so nervous.

“Bout what?”

You had turned your head a little. You were looking at Steve. And then you were turning your head a little the other way, so you could look at Bucky.

“About us,” Bucky added softly.

You swore your heart clenched.

“Natasha and Wanda told us about what happened in the room. When you were cleared to go down to the ICU floor.” Steve explained to you gently.

“I…” you blinked a little.

Truth be told, you only remembered bits and pieces of what you had told the other two women. You had remembered blabbing about Steve and Bucky’s dicks for one, but everything after that, well… it was a little bit hazy.

“Did you really crash the plane into the Arctic?” came Steve’s gentle voice.

Suddenly, everything came back to you. It was as if reality had crash-landed on you.

Everything hit you. Everything everywhere all at once.

“Y-Y… Yeah.” was the only word that you spoke.

Looking at the shower nozzle, you slowly lost yourself in your thoughts again.

“When I lost both of you on the train… I… I felt like I lost myself. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. Timmy had to bitch at me to get my ass outta bed. I couldn’t… I couldn’t mourn you. I didn’t know how. There weren’t any bodies that they found. All I did was scream and cry. I did it for so many months. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up. All of that. So when I managed to catch Red Skull and I managed to kill him, I still didn’t… I didn’t feel complete. You two… you weren’t coming back. Killing him… it wouldn’t do anything.”

“So when I crashed it in the Arctic, I thought, ‘This was it. If I could crash it and I died, then maybe, just maybe, we’d be reunited.’ I couldn’t bear to think about a world that didn’t have you two in it. I didn’t know how I could possibly go on. Nothing was right anymore. The food didn’t taste right. The weather… it didn’t feel as good. Nothing felt good.”

The sounds of the shower contentiously going down the drain filled the empty silence.

Just then, you suddenly found yourself being picked up.

A yelp of surprise came from you.

“We love you,” Steve announced.

You blinked.

You had to process those words.

You really had to.

“We love you. We really do. We never stopped loving you. We always thought about you. Even when we were getting our minds wiped, again and again, we still thought about you. Even if we didn’t remember you or not. We still did.” Bucky added quietly.

By now, you were pretty positive that you were crying.

But you weren’t all that quite sure yet.

“I…” you breathed out, your chest heaving up and down in shock. “I-I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” you whimpered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Steve said quickly.

Oh, but you did need to say something.

You did.

Desperately.

Because if you did not say anything, you probably would never be able to muster up the courage to ever say these words ever again.

“I love you too. I love the two of you so much.”

Were you picturing confessing your love to your old boyfriends in a shower around six AM like a fantasy?

No. Not really, no.

You hadn’t been anticipating it.

Nor had you been thinking about doing it either.

Something deep in Steve and Bucky’s guts snapped.

And you felt it. Call it a sixth sense, but you didn’t really put up a fight nor did you question why you were suddenly slammed against the wall.

You weren’t really surprised when Steve had been the first one to slam his dick in you.

Nope.

Not at all.

You choked.

Like, out loud.

You might have even gasped.

There was nothing to hold onto as Steve plummeted you into the wall like a madman.

He just couldn’t do it anymore.

He didn’t want to suffer anymore.

He wanted it to be like the old days.

Like in those ye olden days, back in that one-bedroom apartment that the three of you shared.

How he desperately wanted the good old times back.

You cried out in pleasure when your orgasm made your thighs shake. It was a little sore considering the fact that you had run fifteen miles already.

And you just knew that having sex with Steve and Bucky would just make the burn feel even worse.

But was it worth it?

Hell fucking yeah it was.

Briefly, you heard Steve grunt as he came in you, the blond-haired supersoldier gasping. Sucking in as much air as he could.

“Don’t hog her the entire time Stevie, I want a slice of cake too.” Came Bucky’s amused tone.

Almost like a camera rearing into focus, your vision snapped right back.

You were staring into Bucky’s eyes, all the while you took in deep breaths.

When Steve pulled out of you, you swore you felt some leakage down there.

The sounds of Bucky walking closer to you made your pussy clench. You even felt it throb in anticipation. Between Bucky and Steve, Steve was always off working in the comic strip place he had worked at after graduating from art school, and considering that Bucky ended his shifts at the docks early, you and he had sex more than you or Steve. Mostly because of Steve’s condition. You didn’t want to accidentally hurt him in any way.

But goddamn, could he use his dick.

You inwardly shivered when you saw the look on Bucky’s face. Even though the water was still hot, and steam was rising up.

Your mouth dropped open when he thrusted himself inside of you.

Your entire body shuddered.

Cause Jesus frigging Christ, he filled you up so well.

“Shit, Jimmy,” was all that came out of you in pants. “You sound like Becca,” Bucky grumbled, making you laugh a little. A snicker from Steve.

He started moving.

Plowing into you, again and again, savoring the way your back smacked against the marble wall of your bathtub.

“Keep hitting her just right, Buck. The noises our best girl makes should point you in the right direction.” teased Steve as he watched from the opposite corner of your bathtub. He was scrubbing himself off with an orange loofah, one that he had brought from his own shower in his apartment.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Stevie.” snapped Bucky as he slammed into just right, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Pleasure was coursing through you as you reached your peak.

Your second orgasm hadn’t been enough to make you feel like your legs were jelly.

You were still okay.

Not yet.

Bucky breathed into your neck, his hips stuttering when he came inside of you.

One of your hands managed to reach up, gently stroking his shoulder-length, chestnut hair.

The soft moment was interrupted by Steve.

Of course.

If Bucky was a little shit, then Steve was the OG little shit.

And they were your boys.

Boy, you could pick em.

“Move over Buck,” snipped Steve. “Greedy asshole,” was Bucky’s snarky remark. A little whimper came from you when Bucky pulled out. The brunet-haired man had decided to wash his hair, scrubbing his scalp before rinsing it off as the feeling of being empty filled his senses.

The feeling of emptiness didn’t last long, however. Because Steve rammed himself back into you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head as your vaginal walls clenched down around his cock.

Feeling all of Steve inside of you made your body seize up a little. Steve hissed when he felt the way your vaginal walls clenched around his erection.

Right before Steve thought about thrusting into you, Bucky had finished scrubbing himself off and was looking at his best pal with a disapproving look on his face.

“Why ya givin’ me that nasty look, pal?” Steve huffed at him.

You were trying really hard to make sure you still remembered you were still in your shower.

“Don’t be so greedy, punk.” Bucky slapped his shoulder. “Yeah Steve,” you were helpfully adding, “Don’t be so greedy. There’s plenty of me to go around Rogers.”

A yelp filled the bathroom as you felt Steve pull out of you, just for him to slam himself right back into your pussy. His release, yours, and Bucky’s smeared and trickled down your legs. Your pussy was so wet from taking both Steve and Bucky.

Luckily for you. You were a supersoldier. So this was no sweat.

But what happened next…

Yeah… you were not prepared for that.

Something akin to a whine of protest came from you when Steve pulled out. Only for Bucky to take charge and push himself completely inside of you. Causing your head to loll, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gasped.

Your hands clenched into a fist as water streamed down from the shower caddy onto your head. Water dripped down your face and down your body as you tried to frantically take all of this in.

“No more keeping us at arm's length, Doll,” Steve told you sternly as Bucky pulled out, as Steve slammed back in. It made you cry out. You were also pretty sure everyone else was about to wake up right now. Or at least, they were about to.

Steve and Bucky took turns pounding into you, making you come again and again. They both held your body tight, watching as your orgasm overcame you.

Your body twitched. Deep gasps and whimpers came from you.

Coming so hard, so deeply inside of you, Bucky and Steve grunted. Gasped, just like you. Breathed in deep as Steve’s hands fell to grope your ass tight, keeping you in place as his fingers slid up into your messy, abused, slopping mess of a pussy. Plugging you up, determined to keep as much as the combined fluids that were you, him, and Bucky.

The water continued to run down the drain.

When the three of you had decided to finally get out of the shower, the boys couldn’t contain themselves.

No.

They could not.

After the stint in the shower, you had been thoroughly brought to completion with Steve and Bucky on either side of you. You, sucking off Bucky while Steve, bless him, was pounding your ass like his life depended on it.

And it did.

It really did.

Could you fault him? You had a great ass.

Coming with a shout, Bucky swore loudly in Russian. Possibly so loud that probably even Natasha heard it from the kitchen.

You nearly choked on his dick when he came down your throat, his sac tightening as he gave and gave all he could to you at that very moment.

It was around this time that Steve came inside of you, filling you up. Bending his head down so he could sink his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. Not necessarily breaking the skin, but it would leave a mark.

The three of you, with you, sandwiched between Steve and Bucky. Taking in deep breaths as the apparent stench of sex filled your bedroom.

A loud knocking on the door disrupted the peace.

“Hey! Yasha! Rogers! Cap! Get downstairs or else you won’t get any breakfast!”  Pietro shouted from the other side of the door.

The three of you got up in a panic.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was happily eating their breakfast.

Tony was nursing a cup of coffee as he blindly swiped at his tablet, looking at the news.

Clint and Natasha were eating together, Clint with his plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Natasha with some pancakes that had been well dressed with maple syrup.

Sam had his plate pilled high like Clint and was eagerly chewing on his potatoes while in a deep discussion with Rhodey over what they were going to eat tonight at their usual place.

“There’s this new place that opened up in Harlem, my sis Sarah overheard that it’s really good…”

Pietro was happily eating his pancakes, topped with peanut butter and chocolate sauce. And you know. Powdered sugar and copious amounts of maple syrup. Wanda was the same. Vision was still in his Android form, informing the team here and there about the things that they needed to catch up on.

Such was the sight when you, Steve, and Bucky finally walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, there you three are!” Tony shrieked. All you did was blink, while Steve and Bucky openly rolled their eyes at the eccentric Avenger. Fixing the three of your plates, Wanda happily slid them over as the three of you took your seats.

“You woke us up! All of us! What with your debauchery!”

Now you were rolling your eyes in Tony’s direction. “It was worth it,” you shrugged. Tony just made a noise in his throat as you started to eat and chew.

“Milk? Tea? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?” Wanda offered.

“Coffee. With milk and two sugars, please.” You replied kindly.

“Coffee. Black, please.” was Steve’s reply as he scarfed down his food.

“Coffee with milk and sugar, please.” Bucky’s kind reply as he swallowed his food.

“Three coffee’s, coming right up.” Her chipper voice made the three of you smile.

As the team continued to eat and talk, you couldn’t help but smile.

This was where you were supposed to be.

This was where you belonged.

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[buckyalpine]

Bangles and Bordeaux

Bucky x south Asian reader 

A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3 

Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k

You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasn’t the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasn’t far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping it’d convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.

You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how you’d manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didn’t help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. It’s not even like you were his type, you definitely didn’t look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.

“Honestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I don’t really own any gowns, how is this going to work” You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. You’d only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.

“There’s going to be people from everywhere, you won’t stand out if you’re not in a gown specifically y/n”

“But- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.

“Look, just pack whatever formal wear you have and you’ll be fine, your cover as a couple is more important”

“Why can’t Nat or Wanda go” You huffed, you already didn’t know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!

“Nat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I don’t think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something else” Tony rolled his eyes, at Sam’s fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.

“I beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great couple” Sam grabbed Steve’s face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, “See? Couple goals right here”

Steve shook his head, snorting “Yeah, I’m sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backs”

“Good God” Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, “Moving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/n”

You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.

“All we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didn’t know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladies’ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping it’d distract him from his feelings for you. It did not.  

“It’s for one day Buck, you guys will be fine” Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.

“I guess…” Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. “Uh, married?”

“Yup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We can’t do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I don’t need another Mandarin incident” Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.

“Go and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!” Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go pack” Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Bucky’s lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I should have looked at where I was going” You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“It’s okay doll” Bucky’s cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. “I mean y/n, it’s okay y/n”. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.

“I’m going to- I’m going to go get ready” You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.

Bucky groaned to himself, he didn’t have any issues charming women that he didn’t care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper.  Pre serum Steve was better than this.

You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didn’t have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didn’t have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didn’t have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.

Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasn’t sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how you’d be getting to the hotel.

“How are we getti-

“Here Frozone, don’t crash it” Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing he’d be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.

Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.

“So, you think it’ll work?”  Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.

“They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like I’m in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiots” Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.

“For an ex assassin, you’d think he’d be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on him” Tony sighed to himself. “Scary stealthy Winter Soldier my ass”

“Wasn’t he a ladies’ man?” Sam didn’t understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women he’d never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.

“He was! He still is! He’s just…apprehensive…?” Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldn’t think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a little…encouragement.

“He’s apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?”

Steve and Sam stared at Tony. “Cotton ball?”

“Yeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldn’t be so scared of”

                                                     ***

The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didn’t know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.

Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more.  There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.

“Uh, I guess we should start getting ready”, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didn’t bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.

“Where’s your dress doll?” There it was again. God he couldn’t help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have a dress; I just brought what I had”

You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.

“Sorry Bucky, it’ll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, I’m almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soon”

“No, no, don’t apologize doll, I just…I haven’t seen that before” Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didn’t get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasn’t a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.

You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.

Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.

“You look so ho- I mean really sex-…very handsome. You look very handsome” Wow y/n. So smooth.

You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.

“Oh, th-thank you doll” Bucky’s face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe.  Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but you’d still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I’ll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as I’m ready”

Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.

“Take your time doll, don’t rush, I’ll see you downstairs” He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night.  

You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.

You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Bucky’s wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried you’d stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.

Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.

Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves he’d never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.

“Holy shit…”

His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.

“You look…”  He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.

Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubt”

Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.

“Could say the same about you, you look so handsome baby” Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.

“Shall we go sit?” His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you, you look gorgeous. Everyone’s eyes are on you babydoll”

“Or they’re on you; I’ve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubble”

Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.

You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.

“All we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?” Bucky still couldn’t get over the fact that you’d both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasn’t complaining.

“Mhm, that’s what the file said” You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadn’t done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didn’t seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.

“What the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for women” You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. “Shit”

“Quite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got there” Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Bucky’s death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Names Ulysses Klaue”

He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual.  

“Terrance O’Conner. This is my wife, Ava” You felt Bucky’s hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.

“Well aren’t you a lucky man Mr. O’Conner” Klaue’s eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, “Gorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satin” Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.

“Should we follow them?”

Bucky shook his head, “Tony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then he’ll get suspicious”

You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.

“May I have this dance?”

You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.

“You really do look gorgeous y/n”

“You should see yourself, Mr. O’Conner” you giggled, adoring the way Bucky’s nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.

Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something he’d have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.

“Bucky could you…please?” You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that you’d placed on the back of your shoulder.

“Of course” Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.

“I-I’m just going to…” Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.

“I can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bed” Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.

“No! Stay…” You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, “I don’t mind, really” Bucky couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.

“I had a lot of fun tonight…with you” You’re voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.

“Me too doll” Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you’d want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-

You cut off Bucky’s rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth.

You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.

“Pay up, I told you!” Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Bucky’s.

Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.

“I told you it would work”

“Told who what would work?” Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.

“That this mission would bring you love birds together” Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.

“Why are you saying mission like that” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.

“C’mon, you didn’t pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for info” Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. “Which I already did by the way”

“Then why the hell did-” Bucky shook his head, utterly confused “By the way, the target didn’t do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called away” Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didn’t actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.

“You can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didn’t want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the night”

“Were you watching the entire time?!” You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.

“Look, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldn’t be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each other” Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. “We’ll leave you two alone now”

Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Bucky’s arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“I can’t believe they did that” Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Bucky’s arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was worth it, my stunning satin wrapped doll”

-

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In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[1-read-the-hobbit-in-1937]

Heya-

I'm going away on a holiday for a couple of days and I just know I'm gonna be so bored. So if anybody has any requests on what I should write. Please please please send them to me. I'm open for many characters x fem reader. However if there are any changes you want me to consider such as body shape (eg. Plus size reader) or skin tone/nationality (eg. Black or Asian reader) please also tell me that.

Characters I will write for:

Drew Starkey

Rafe Cameron

Bucky Barnes

Sebastian Stan

Theo James

Chris Evans

Mattheo Riddle - Harry Potter fancast

Tom riddle

Theodore Nott- Harry Potter fancast

Steve Rogers

Yelena Belova

Natasha Romanoff

Florence Pugh

-Jane

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

You said you’re working on so many stories. Could you tell us a few so we can get excited for them hehe

25 / 06 / 2023

ASK ANSWERED

I have currently more than 150 stories i am working on. That's why i spent times on it. I would like to thanks you for your interest on my stories.

I have stories about feet, about BNWO and also many surprises : there will be some sequels about stories. For example the awaited Part 2 of JONAS AND THE FAT MEN, and also a Part 2 of my gay story inspired by BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

By the way if you have suggestions and ideas about what could happen in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST part 2... : in this story you'll see the life of Beau (male version of Belle) is now a days that he is married to Gaston and he have two sons with him. I thought maybe i could add the French Revolution in it and Gaston and Beau and their sons have to travel around France to go to America.

There is also HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY and CELEBRITIES IN LOVE. I mainly got requests about these.

Paul Walter Hauser, Joshua Bassett....

I got a request about Kylian MBappe x Male reader, Nick Pulos x male slave....

Stories about Asian supremacy

Stories inspired by

There is also my MCU GAY INTERRACIAL project with my friend @blacksuperiority. I wanted to write about King T'Challa of Wakanda / Black Panther being in love with Agent Everett Ross, and we had a lot of ideas about this project which means a lot to us. Maybe Miles Morales with a gay version of Gwen Stacy as a slutty gay male snowbunny

Someone even asked me to write about Sam Wilson enslaving Steve Rogers. I answered him by an extract of a love story between them, even if not a lot of persons liked it

- I am also writing several collaborations. Mostly about farts, cuckold, feet...

- Stories inspired by tv series :

Glee : Kurt Hummel in love with David

Game of Thrones : Renly's feet slave

And many short stories about feet / farts.

HERE ARE IDEAS FOR FUTURES STORIES

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL (2006-2008) : its my childhood and part of why i am so gay 😅

all these muscled men, the iconic Sharpay Evans, her twin brother Ryan who is supposed to be gay even though he dates a cute girl, Troy who was one of my first crushes, all the songs that i knew by heart and that i sang in song shamelessly with my friends 🤣

My ideas for an HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL story would be

-- Troy Bolton and his childhood Chad Danforth best friend falling in love / using a slave

- Why it could be good : they have a great chemistry and they are very dominant

- Why i may not write it : because i doesnt have any idea for the plot (them graduating and falling in love and / or using a loser slave when they are at university?)

-- Ryan Evans in love with Troy Bolton : maybe Ryan secretly loves Troy

-Why it could be good : because i love the (lack of) chemistry between these characters

, and i think a lot of gays guys would recognize themselves in the love of a gay guy from. It could be funny to see Ryan and Sharpay competing for the same guy

- Why i may not write it : because i don't want to be make this love story toxic, I want to show that Troy was secretly in loves with Ryan (maybe by alternating the pov)

-- Sharpay Evans and Zeke Baylor : because i am an addict to interracial porn and at the same time their love is pure and underrated. It could be a story where they finally become an official couple. It would be funny to see this rich asservative white woman date a black man who isnt even hunky or masculine but who is funny and kind, protective and loves he

-- Chad Danforth and Ryan Evans : of course there is their song I don't dance, but also it would be funny to see them dating.

- Why i find it intersting : because i love the contrast between the skinny effeminate classy rich white boy into arts and the muscular masculine poor black man into sports.

It could be funny to see Ryan dates Chad while Sharpays dates Zeke, so their conservative rich white parents see their only childs marry two muscular black men

--- DESCENDANTS (2015-2019) : it was interesting movies, not good, not bad, i hoped it would be better since it was made Kenny Ortega who directed HSM movies.

-- my idea would be to write about Chad Charming who would be a narcistic bully, a white privileged prince who uses a (male / female) loser as his homework slave as he did with Evie, or maybe he ends being in love with his loser slave.

I chosed him because he is the most handsome man according to me.

It could also be a femdom story about him being enslave by Audrey (Aurora's daughter), who could even humiliate him with Jay.

Chad could be Audrey and Jay's pet slave who lick their feet and follow them obediently

-- I had begun a story about Harry Hook being in love with Ben, Beauty and the Beast's son

This story would have been about their love story and Harry becoming Prince consort

I love the contrast between a prince charming and an evil pirate

There was such an homoerotism between them

i havent continued it because i wasnt inspired enough. But some people told me i should write about the handsome actor Thomas Doherty who plays Harry Hook, so maybe i'll continue it.

--- LIVE ACTIONS

i am far from loving all the live actions. there is live actions of animated movies, and there is movies with actors but not adapted from animated movies (Mary Poppins, Enchanted is my favorite, Pirates of the Caribean...)

There has been good propositions (Cinderella is the best, Maleficent, Alice in Wonderland, Cruella and 101 Dalmatians with Glenn Close) and some were kind of awful (Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, Aladdin). Maybe in some years we will see them and like them all

so i havent a lot of ideas with the characters of live actions

I am interested upcoming Hercules, and i planned on writing a Hercules multiverse story

My story would have been about the different cinematographic version of Hercules meeting and showing their differences (those who are bi, gay, straight, with slaves....).

-- Prince Anders from Aladdin (2019). A minor character but he is kind, sexy and funny.

I love furs coats and i imagine a servant smelling his furs 😍

-- David Gyasi as Percival in Maleficent - Mistress of Evil (2019) was an interesting character. He play the commander of the army of Uthread, the kingdom of King Henry and Queen Ingrith, Prince Philip's parents. He could be the bull of the Queen.

Percival could also be the lover of his son Prince Philip. You know how much i love interracial (gay) couples and hot tall muscled black men. As much as i love Prince Philip's character, i found Brenton Twaithes and Harris Dickinson's versions of him too... wimpy!

In this story Percival could be the bull, humiliates the cuckold dad and the wimp son, taking over the kingdom, (makes Aurora his fuck slave or wife), marry Philip and maybe enslaving him and so the kingdom is ruled by a strong black man.

--- ONCE UPON A TIME (2011-2018) : an amazing series, respectful of the fairytales and the Disney animated movies inspired by them

I already said i want to write a gay story about the Hunstman / the Sheriff Graham. It would have been about him in love with a boy, or him with a male version of Snow White

THERE WILL BE MANY OTHER SURPRISES

@leftprogrammingroadtripdean @tidodore2 @fartfagoutlet @torinya @bat-woodfeet-us @rainykpoptravelcreator @innerpiratefun @lovejocksfarts-ass @fartsandotherstink2 @lovefanfiction01 @gaycelebtea @yurrfttboyy

[pies-writes-and-more]

Hi! Srry it took so long for me to respond but i had to study for my exams which starts tmrw 😵‍💫 but if i gad to choose i think itd be either the Chinese New Year one bc it felt rlly nice to be represented that way 😊 BUT in 2nd place it has to be the fic where the pregnant Reader went “missing” in the middle of the night

omg don’t apologize! haha I hope your exams go okay! You can do it!!!! 😤😤

kfnrownfkenf omg i think you’re talking about the thanksgiving fic??? And if so I’m so glad you liked it - I don’t think many ppl read it but I was really just writing it for me haha I wanted to feel like my Y/N’s weren’t always just a white girl and that POC, specifically Asian girls like me could feel included!

omg the missing fic was really funny for me to write I cackled at the idea and knew I had to write it when I thought of it 🤣

but thank you again for all the love 🥺❤️ you are so sweet! if I ever decide to write for marvel again I’ll let you know for sure!!!

makeshift thanksgiving dinner (steve rogers x fem!eastasian!reader)

kidnapped or… pretzels? (steve rogers x fem!pregnant!reader)

[1000night]

Let the old dream faded （1/?）

Steve Rogers x asian curvy reader（Peony）

Note: no betas, all mistakes are mine. Eng is not my first language.

Summary : You finally had enough of his old dreams about Peggy Carter. You sold your no- longer shared house and moved to South California after he back for his true love. You and your friends opened a bar called Widow Club.

When you heard the gun shot, you met Steve again.

It shouldn't happened. It was your daydream, he couldn't be here. Steve Rogers wouldn't be here.

But he's right here. In front of you, he's wearing his gray hoodie and straight fit jeans instead of wearing his suit. The shield protects him and another man.

Steve doesn't care about the man's thanks. He step toward you, his jaw clenched, the dark aura around him makes your instinct screaming to RUN.

You step backward, but he catch you in his arms, his breath tickles your ear and makes you flinch.

"Did you get hurt, my love? I'm not too late, am I?" "What…why are you doing here? Where's Miss Carter… or Mrs.Rogers I guess?"

You can taste the blood in your mouth, you stare down, don't want to meet his deep blue eyes. You can't bear seeing his expression about Peggy. Can't anymore.

His chuckle sounds like he's laughing at your nonsense jealous and broken love. You try to struggle but his arms just hug more tight.

"Mrs. Rogers is in my arms now, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you. I…"

"It's not important anymore, Steve." You cut his sentence, he stiffed but doesn't say anything

"I just finally accept the fact that you can't let your old dream fade and," You blink away your tears "…and the wrong love is me, not Peggy."

"No, it's not true. You're not the wrong love. I…" He notices some people are watching both of you, he sighs and asks

"Can you give me some time? "

"Why should I? All you need to say has been said at the night." You struggle out and turn around

"Let the wrong love gone, Rogers. You've been broken my heart, don't hurt her the second time."

Then you walk away.

[brandycranby]

Could I pls request either a Steve/Ransom x wife!reader where they’re married and the reader is teaching one of the boys how to swaddle their baby?? 🥺 And he keeps messing up like leaving either leaving a leg or arm out or maybe like the blanket keeps unfolding? 😂 and maybe she rewards him with delicious warm dumplings?

dad!steve rogers x wife!reader (fluffy fluff!!)

author's note: ehehe i did steve bc i have another request in the works for ransom. i took some liberties but i hope u enjoyyy 💕💕 they're at dimsum btw 😌 warnings: reader is asian/poc coded :)) no appearance descriptions

“No, no honey. That’s not where your hand goes.” 

It’s apparent his daughter takes after him because she just extends her squishy arm further out of her sling. “No- don’t.” 

The ladies across the shared table aren’t even trying to hide their cooing anymore. Giggling and waving at his baby girl still rebelling. 

“Please.”

All you do is laugh at his pain, what if she catches a chill?

“She can put her arm out, Stevie. It won’t hurt her.” Gently, you tug at the wrap to block out more of the light.

Porcelain clinks and multilingual chatter muffle the world like a blanket. He sighs and strains his ears for her tiny heartbeat, quicker than his own steady thrum. 

“Here, we came here to eat, remember?” 

Steve doesn’t look away from the little head just under his chin; not even when you poke his lips with a dumpling until he grumpily accepts. 

---

masterlist

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Cruel Summer (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Omega Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: Mpreg, childbirth, mentions of demigod children, mentions of Bucky and Natasha's shared trauma from the Red Rom/Hydra.

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Welcome the part two of the double update! I hope you enjoy this little detour. Originally, this chapter was going to deal with Steve's Rut, but I didn't want to jump into it right after the Reader's Heat. So the next chapter will be dealing with Steve's Rut, and this will be a little filler chapter if you will.

As always, you can read this chapter here.

Word Count: 3969

A month later...

If you asked Bruce Banner what he had imagined for himself a few years ago, it wasn’t this.

Almost over a year ago, Thor had shown up on Earth and proclaimed that he needed Bruce’s help with something.

That “something” being the Tesseract.

The Asgardians had gotten it back from SHIELD, (sorry, Hydra), and had begun to do tests on it again. To see its potential. All the while Loki had been a somewhat helpful ally.

Thor had told him after the death of their mother that something had changed in his brother. A switch, perhaps.

Bruce could sympathize with that. He really could. Plus, Loki wasn’t all that bad.

… mostly.

Anywho.

Bruce had decided to bring Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis on their lovely trip back to Asgard. He had reservations for Jane though. Because of the whole Aether and Dark Elves thing.

And because Jane and Thor used to date.

But Jane had assured him that nothing would be awkward. His fellow Omega had told him that she and Thor had broken it off on friendly terms. Not to mention, once they got to Asgard, she had met Val.

Well. Her real name was Brunnhilde. Her Asgardian name anyway. Jane and Val had become a Bonded Pair, and somehow, in some weird freaking way— so had Loki and Darcy.

Really, Bruce couldn’t figure that out. But they were happy, so he was happy for them.

Which, really just left him and Thor.

Just the two of them.

He didn’t really know when it happened, really.

Bruce had never believed in that True Mates stuff. Sure, maybe as a kid, but once he had been affected by the gamma rays, he stopped believing. He could become a huge green monster, after all. He Hulk Smashed everything in sight when he was the big guy.

Who would want someone like him?

Thor, however, was that someone.

Finding out Thor was his True Mate was… odd. Weird. Something he still couldn’t wrap his head around, even with his pup growing in him.

Oh yeah.

And it just wasn’t him.

Jane and Darcy had joined the Knocked Up By Asgardian Peeps club. And all six of them were going back down to Earth, leaving Thor and Loki’s older sister Hela in charge. Hela had been hard to come around, especially with the whole I-was-the-older-one-so-I-have-ruler-superiority thing going on. But Thor, being the eldest of the two, had kindly told his technical older sister that he didn’t have any premeditated motions to rule Asgard. He was far much more comfortable being on Earth with the Avengers.

To say Hela had been surprised. Bruce had been sure it had been the first time he had ever seen her smile.

Then, the six of them were off going back through the nine realms and back to Earth.

Or Midgard, as Thor and Loki affectionately nicknamed it.

Jesus frigging Christ, Bruce hated being pregnant. Every step he took closer and closer to the Compound's roof was really making him queasy.

“Dr. Banner!”

It was Steve.

Bruce had always liked Steve. Steve was one of the people who regarded and treated him like an actual person. Of course, there was always Tony, even Natasha too, but Steve was actually someone he considered a good guy.

“Captain Rogers!”

His Mate’s booming voice made Bruce feel a little sheepish. His cheeks colored a little. He really wished he wasn’t pregnant right now, because his walking had been basically reduced to a waddle. It was kinda embarrassing.

“Hey! Dr. Banner! It’s nice to have you back.”

One of the cousin Omegas that Tony had hired, the one in Medical, was beaming at him. Dressed in the ugliest green scrubs imaginable, you were smiling at the doctor.

“Miss Yang, it’s great to see you.” Bruce greeted you kindly.

It was there, that he noticed it.

There was something different, the way Steve held you as he was guided back into the Avengers Compound.

It was different, the way Steve held you, Bruce noticed. He didn’t know anyone who Steve held as tight as you.

“Things have changed around here,” piped Wanda. The Romani-Jewish mutant looked positively giddy as she floated along with the Vision.

“Really?” Bruce looked interested. But his smile might have looked like a grimace due to him waddling around like a penguin.

“Oh yes,” Wanda nodded happily. “Captain Rogers has found his Mate.”

Bruce saw your cheeks flush.

Ohhhhh.

“Congratulations Captain Rogers!” Thor looked absolutely ecstatic.

“Thank you, Thor.” Steve smiled politely.

Suddenly, Bruce stopped in his tracks.

A deeply pained noise came from him.

“Dr. Banner? Bruce?” Steve’s voice sounded urgent, but by the time he had tried calling his name for the third time, the doctor had slumped onto his knees, gasping.

You sprung into action.

You could smell it.

Leaking amniotic fluid.

Bruce Banner was officially going into labor.

“Steve, Thor, I’m gonna need you to pick up Bruce. FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Miss Yang?” FRIDAY’s voice floated down.

“Can you please alert any other nurses and doctors still on the Compound that we have an Omega in labor?” Your voice rang out.

“I will alert Doctor Cho and Doctor Hudson.”

“Great. Thank you. Steve, Thor— come on—“ You urged the two Alphas as they lugged Bruce along, the male Omega groaning.

“Feels like hell,” groaned Bruce.

“I know it does, Doctor Banner. But you gotta hang in there. Just hang in there.”

In the labor room, a good thirty minutes later…

“Come again?”

Helen’s eye twitched.

The Korean Omega had bounced to the labor room when FRIDAY had told her that an Omega had gone into labor. Bruce was okay. You had checked him, while Steve and Thor had run off to get the stuff.

Bruce hadn’t been fully dilated to eight inches. So he was still okay. But the contraptions were hell. You were desperately holding his hand as he winced in pain.

“Bruce Banner is in labor. With Thor’s pup.”

Now.

Now.

Helen had heard down the grapevine all about Thor. The muscular, himbo god of lighting from Asgard. And his emo Shakespearean brother.

The bad thing was, that Thor was a god.

Bruce was a human.

Bruce was going to have a demigod baby.

An actual fucking demigod baby.

“Can he even survive the childbirth?” came Helen’s hissed response.

You weren’t quite sure. You knew about supersoldiers, mutants, and gods. Even if you were a Shaman.

“I don’t know. Maybe the gamma rays in his body can help him survive it? But we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Before Steve and Thor had left to grab the things you needed to assist with the birth, you had slathered on some scent blockers. To hide and conceal your scent.

It was essential that when the pups would come, only the Alpha and Omega, or Alpha and Beta, Beta and Beta, Omega and Omega’s scents were the only ones that lingered. It was good for the afterbirth too. The afterbirth was an important bonding between the newborn pups and their parents.

So, therefore, you not smelling your own scent wasn’t bothering you.

Not really.

To make matters worse, you didn’t even have a birthing suite for Bruce and his pup.

And, because Thor was a literal frigging god, no one would probably touch Bruce or his incoming pup, because their baby was a frigging demigod.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around that one.

So Steve and Thor had been sent out to get the supplies down from Medical, which just left you and Helen to man the joint.

“Is there literally anyone else who can help us?”

If it were heavenly possible, Helen would have marched all the way up to the rooftops of the Avengers Compound and screamed to her heart's content.

A deep whimper came from Bruce. Sweat was rolling down his face as his entire body trembled. Another contraption had hit him. Making his eyes squeeze shut as he gritted his teeth, trying to ease the pain.

Cause it hurt.

It hurt like a bitch.

“I may know someone who can help you, Doctor Cho.” FRIDAY’s voice floated down.

Both of your heads jerked. Bruce just shuddered.

“Miss Laura Barton is in the building, along with Agent Barton and Miss Romanov. Shall I send them up?”

Laura Barton was a lot of things.

A daughter. A sister. An aunt. A mother.

Back when she had been young, almost nine years ago, she had gotten pregnant with pups.

At first, Laura had fantasies of marrying her Alpha. They had met and started dating. Six months in, she had fallen pregnant.

And then her Alpha had abandoned her.

She had no one.

No one but her older brothers, Clint and Barney. Barney was the eldest of the Barton brood. Last she had heard of her oldest brother, he was in the Army and was married to his male Omega, some dude named Brian. She had met Brian. He was a nice dude. Seeing Barney be a family man after what their dysfunctional family was… it made her happy.

She was happy for her brother. And then, Clint had convinced Natasha to defect from the Soviet Union and the Red Room to the US and the two of them had gotten married. She had become a sister-in-law.

She was happy now. Utterly content with her life, and her two pups, Cooper and Lila. They lived in the Avengers Compound. Laura worked up in Accounting. Cooper and Lila attended a school that was close to the Avengers Compound.

Her pups happily sleeping and snoring away, Laura was awoken to light rapping on her door. Curious but guarded, Laura grabbed the metal bat she kept against the wall of her bedroom. Walking out of the bedroom, and through the hallway to the front door of the private apartment, she unlocked her door.

“Hey Laura— Woah Woah! Put the damn bat down!” Clint signed to his sister.

“Clint?” She signed. “It’s me,” he signed back. Slowly lowering her bat, she yanked him inside.

“What’s going on? It’s three in the morning!” she signed frantically.

Beep. Beep.

Having turned on his hearing aids, he answered her.

“Bruce is back. He’s pregnant, and he went into labor with Thor’s pups. You remember Thor, right? Blond, big dude? Huge muscles? That Thor?”

Nods.

Nods came from his sister in confirmation that yes, Laura did indeed remember the god.

“Doctor Cho and Doctor Omega don’t quite have all of the equipment. Plus, FRIDAY suggested that since we were there for Cooper and Lila’s birth, we could help them out.”

Childbirth. Oh yes. Laura was very well versed in that field. She had given birth to two pups, after all.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

When they got there, Steve and Thor, (and was that Bucky?), were wheeling in the proper equipment. Heck, even Loki was helping out. Green magic fluttering under his fingertips, the trickster god helped move along the equipment needed for the birthing.

But Clint just ushered Laura along to the birthing suite, where they had found you, Helen, and Bruce.

“Oh! Thank goodness you’re here!” Cried Helen.

And yeah, Helen was about to kneel at their feet.

You were too.

“How months has it been? Since the conception?” Laura was already firing off questions.

“Seven months,” rasped Bruce.

“Seven months? You’re early.” Astonishment was written all over her face.

“Really early.” Clint agreed with her.

Even a dumbass could figure out that was too early.

Far too early.

“My cousin was born seven months. She was really small. Like a little rat. Small and sickly. It took her two months after being born to be given the clear to be taken home.” You remarked. “But,” you continued, seeing the looks of pure horror on their faces. “Thor’s a god. Who knows, his semen might be really potent, like Steve’s.”

“How do you know that?” Helen was looking at you. To which, you just pointed at your gland, showcasing Steve’s teeth marks in it.

“Oh….” Three heads were nodding at you.

“The pup could be sired full to a full term already. We just need to make sure we have the correct equipment to help us out.” You concluded.

“How are you not nervous?” Clint blurted out at you. “Of course, I’m nervous Barton!” was your scandalized hiss. You even swatted his shoulder for good measure. “I’m fucking nervous as shit! We don’t have any good doctors on help that is experienced in delivering pups!”

“You’ve delivered a pup before!” Helen’s retaliation made Clint and Laura’s eyes bug out comically like they were anime characters.

“You have?!” They exclaimed.

Whipping your head so quick in Helen’s direction that you might have almost twisted your neck, you snapped at her.

“Once! Once! I delivered a pup ONCE! And it was in a hurricane shelter in Japan while my uncle was hyperventilating!” Your protests were ignored by Helen though.

“And that’s more experience than me! I never got that experience! My field is genetics! You’re trauma!” Helen shot back.

You were about to bicker with her a little more, had Yasha not entered the room.

“We got the stuff. Are we moving Bruce or not?”

James Buchanan Barnes had never delivered a pup before.

He had scattered memories of his mother, Winifred Barnes giving birth to his younger sisters, Rebecca, Mary, and Frances. But other than that, no other experience.

Through the year that he had spent on the run, his year of freedom— Bucky had been thinking.

Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

In between catching up with this new century anyway.

After helping Thor and Steve bring in the essential things needed for Bruce’s birth, Bucky was allowed to leave. He didn’t need to stick around. However, before he left, he swooped by to ask you something.

“Where does your cousin live?”

The question might have taken you out of focus for a second.

Then, you realized it was just Yasha.

“Oh! She lives…”

Bucky had made sure to memorize the address, but you had kindly suggested that Natasha, (who had managed to get up and was nursing a cup of coffee in the hallway, playing guard), go with him. She knew where and how to get there.

So the two former assassins were on a subway to get to downtown Brooklyn because the Avengers Compound was upstate.

And because your cousin lived in downtown Brooklyn.

Brooklyn. The familiar borough made Bucky remember foggy memories. Memories of hearing his Ma’s laughter, his Pa’s deep rumbles. Rebecca’s light voice. Mary’s chiming of her favorite books. And Frances’s favorite piano pieces. A smaller, skinnier Steve.

All of those memories blurred together as he sat with Natasha on the subway. Speeding through the underground tracks.

“What’s on your mind, Yasha?”

At last, Bucky had turned to look at his former student. The redheaded Omega was looking at him, too.

“Just things,” was his rough reply. “Everything’s… different. The people are different. The atmosphere… it’s different. People… feel different. Cept Stevie. You. Steve’s Omega. And… my Mega.”

Natasha could understand that. The first year after defecting from the Motherland and coming to America was a weird culture shock. Everything was new to her. Really new. And it didn’t help that because of the supersoldier serum the Red Room had given her made it that she didn’t need much sleep.

Her hand brushed over his in comfort.

Finally, at last— their spot was called. Exiting the subway, Natasha guided him out of the subway station and onto the streets.

For the first time, the streets were empty. Everything was silent.

The two Russian assassins walked down the streets of downtown Brooklyn towards your cousin’s apartment complex. Once Natasha found the right one, they walked inside and up the staircase. Upon getting to the sixth floor, Natasha and Bucky quietly walked to the apartment door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Something had woken up your cousin. With a groan, her eyes opened. Bleary-eyed and still tired, she checked her phone.

1:55 AM.

Who could be at her apartment at nearly two AM?

Still tired, she saw the text.

Natalia: Come outside. Yasha and I are waiting.

To say she raised an eyebrow was an understatement.

Natalia and Sasha were here?

Spurring herself out of bed quickly, she let out a few curse words that even Tony Stark himself had never heard her say as she scrambled to make herself look presentable.

Hastily grabbing a hair tie, she quickly tied her hair back as she scurried and hurried for the door.

The front door to her apartment swung open as she panted deeply for air, looking at Natasha and her Alpha.

No. Bucky. Sasha.

“Bruce is back with Thor. And Loki and Darcy, as well as Valkyrie and Jane. Yasha wanted to stay with you while Bruce gives birth to his pup with Thor.” Natasha explained to her.

All your cousin could do was slowly nod in response. “Uh-huh…” was all that came from her. “Oooookay… that sounds… great. Yeah… I can… handle… that. Uh-huh. Makes sense. Totally makes sense. Gotcha. Wait. Thor? Thor as in the god Thor? Lighting dude, who had his hammer?” She questioned.

“That’s the one,” Natasha affirmed.

“Oooookay. Kay. Cool. Um— yeah. Come in, Sasha.” She opened her door wider to allow Bucky to step into her apartment.

Once he stepped into the threshold, Natasha spoke. “I’ll come and pick you up later, Yasha. See ya later.”

Bucky and his Omega waved her off as Natasha jogged back down the stairs. Closing the door and making sure to lock it behind her, your cousin leaned back against the door.

Looking at the Alpha specimen in front of her.

“Tony’s gotten in touch with T’Challa,” said Bucky softly. “He’s the King of Wakanda.”

“Wakanda? Oh right… Steve’s shield. Uh-huh. Go on.”

“They’ve… offered me asylum there. T’Challa’s got a younger sister. Her name is Shuri. He hopes that she can deprogram the trigger words from my head.” Bucky swallowed thickly. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously.

“That sounds great, Sasha. I’m happy for you.” Your cousin was looking at him with a gentle look in her eyes. Her hands reached out as she walked up to him. Closing that gap between them. Gently holding his metal and flesh hands.

“I was thinking…” he was swallowing again. His hands felt clammy. Even his metal hand felt heavier than usual. If that was even possible anyway.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. To Wakanda.”

Meanwhile, back at the Avengers Compound, a couple of hours later…

You were exhausted.

Extremely exhausted.

All you wanted to do was take a nap.

But, alas you were still up and about.

You had even chugged down a frigging coffee earlier! An iced latte with three pumps of espresso in it too!

And you were still tired!

And hungry!

God, your stomach had been growling ever since Bruce had finally given birth to little pup Frigga. She was eight pounds and three ounces precisely. Perfectly healthy, too.

You referenced Thor’s semen for that explanation.

He was a god, after all.

This, however, led to Darcy Lewis panicking after her own pup. Sired by Loki. If Thor’s semen was potent and sped up the process, would her pregnancy with her own pup be the same way? Being that she was currently four months in. Jane was only barely two months in.

That, however, you left for Darcy and Loki to debate over. You weren’t dating a god.

You were dating Steve Rogers. You would leave that discussion for a later date.

As you walked through the halls of Medical, tired and hungry as shit, your Bondmate managed to catch up with you.

Once again, he had changed into a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. Ones that hung to his hips, and you knew that they were showing the v of his hips. Just the thought was making your Omega horny. She wanted nothing to do but lick that v of his hips at this very moment.

You quieted her.

It was far too early for that shit.

“I’m gonna go exercising with Sam and Romanov.” Your Bondmate told you. You nodded. 

"And then we'll eat. Is that okay?" He asked you.

The mention of eating made your stomach growl again.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” Your Mate questioned you. “Nope,” you said with a sigh. “I’m really hungry.”

“Okay. You can join us for breakfast.” Steve smiled at you.

You smiled back.

So, you had managed you eat some breakfast.

And oooh boy, you had eaten a lot.

You had been in the middle of scarfing down your third plate of breakfast. Pancakes with whipped cream and powdered sugar on top, bacon, scrambled eggs, and a glass of your preferred beverage.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

“Damn,” Sam whistled at you.

“What?” You said through a mouthful of food. You swallowed. “In my defense, I haven’t eaten in like, probably five hours.”

“Nah. I ain’t tryna blame ya. I love food too.”

Vigorous nods came from you in agreement.

Indeed, you enjoyed the joys of food. After Hydra, tasting new food after nearly almost three decades was something of a new thing for you. It had been nice, to taste Hmong food again. It was like breathing in familiar air. This was familiar to you. You knew what Hmong food tasted like. Tasting new food though… that had been a journey.

Two plates fell onto the table.

Steve and Natasha had returned from their fifteen-mile run. Steve sat beside you, while Natasha sat next to Sam. Natasha grabbed her fork and immediately dug into her breakfast. While Steve looked at you and greeted you with a soft “Omega.”

“Ew,” Sam scrunched up his nose. “Y’all are nasty.”

“You’re just jealous that I have an Omega and you don’t,” Steve smirked at him. Like the little shit that he was.

Sam gasped in blasphemy. “I do not!” was his fiery protest. “I am dating someone, I’ll have you know!”

“Is it Kristen from Statistics?” wondered Natasha.

“Please don’t tell me it’s Karen from Accounting,” you added with a sour look on your face. You had bumped into the Omega once, and it hadn’t been pleasant. Maybe it had been an off day for her, who knew. But she hadn’t been very nice to you.

“No and no. God no. Especially on Karen from Accounting.” Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust. A sigh of relief came from you.

“Does Kristen still have that lip piercing?” Steve asked Natasha. “Yup.” she even made sure to pop the p.

“Nah. It’s Cecilia from downstairs.”

Someone choked on their food.

That someone was you.

It was totally you.

“Cecilia from downstairs?” You wheezed. At Sam’s nod, you gave him a look of pity. “Good luck with that, Wilson.”

“What?” He was frowning at the look on your face.

“She had two boyfriends at the same time if gossip serves me right… anywho. If you’re not serious with her, it shouldn’t be a problem.” You waved it off.

“How do you know?” Sam inquired. Pursing your lips, you took a sip of your drink. “I was friends with one of the dudes back in ye olden days. We were good friends, actually. I told him not to date her cause she gave me weird vibes. But then he didn’t listen to me. So when I found out, I told him, and then another friend gaslighted me. Needless to say, we’re not friends anymore.” And you left it at that.

“Well, it ain’t all that serious. Just some good fun. Thanks for tellin’ me.” Sam smiled at you.

“No prob.”

Steve reached his hand underneath the table, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

You squeezed back.

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━ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

ghost!steve rogers x asian!reader

⁀➷ summary ━ the lost ghost of captain steve rogers lingers around your home. ever so lonely, he takes solace in you — the new object of his obsession.

⁀➷ warnings ━ 18+ only — minors dni. dark themes. mentions of war, violence, and death. exophilia (you're literally fucking a ghost so). smut; somonophilia, fingering, penetrative sex, slight dubcon.

You thought you found paradise in your vintage Brooklyn home.

It seemingly landed on your lap out of the blue. You had spent month after month apartment hunting. The housing market was in absolute shambles and with seemingly every person in the entirety of New York looking for a new place to live, only those that could afford to outbid other buyers were coveted with a new humble abode. Each rejection chipped away a small piece of your optimism. You were just about to give up and tough it out for another year in your miserable, rickety apartment until you found it — your hidden gem. Your quaint little slice of heaven.

The listing was almost too good to be true. You thought long and hard before calling the complex and scheduling a viewing, fearing that you were going to be scammed or even worse, lured into a murder plot like the movies. But things only got better from there. The apartment was in perfect condition, fully functional, and absolutely charming. Touches of the 40’s when the building was originally built remained, giving the place character and charisma that your current home didn’t possess. There were no caveats either; no noisy neighbors, no leaky faucet or damaged utilities, not even chipped paint or stained carpet. You snatched up the place immediately, giddy and surging with hope at the new phase of life you had entered.

“I’m surprised no one has occupied this place sooner,” You admit. “A place like this with so much history at this price? In this market right now? This is a miracle!”

The realtor chuckled, shuffling through a folder of documents.

“When people hear of vintage they imagine everything they touch falling apart and not the fact that they could possibly live in the same space a World War II soldier lived in.”

You sighed dreamily at the new piece of information, another piece of character added to your new home. You were filled with nothing but pure happiness as you signed your new lease, the pair of eyes glaring holes into your back going completely unnoticed.

As soon as you got the keys to your new place, you wasted no time settling in. Immediately, you lit your favorite candle and decided to fully bask in the ambiance by playing oldies from the ’40s. You flittered around the place to the melodious Doris Day track, singing along quietly to yourself. Peace and tranquility settled over you like a blanket and soon you found your body swaying along to the rhythm, wandering through your home aimlessly as you admired your progress. The sensation of watchful eyes caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. Exhaling, you shook your head in disbelief, chucking up the feeling to new-home jitters. Just like that, your nervousness dissipated as quickly as it appeared.

“The place just needs to be lived in a little,” You thought to yourself. “That’s all.”

Steve Rogers never had much in his life.

He had lost his father to the first war to a mustard gas attack. The memories he had of the man were sparse and foggy, merely stories his mother had told him to keep his memory alive. As a sickly child, Steve never had many friends either. Or any for the matter. But he had Bucky and his dear mother - a hard working nurse who poured every inch of her heart and soul into her son - and Bucky and his mother were always enough. The times where the very little amount of money they owed had to be stretched, the love Bucky and his mother never grew short. When Sarah Rogers tragically passed away, Steve had his first of many run ins with loss. The hole in his stomach would remain as he followed in his late father’s footsteps and joined the war, learning how to familiarize a small part of his soul dying with every life lost on the battlefield.

And then he lost Bucky. Right before him, his best friend — his brother — fell to his death from where they both previously stood on a train.

It was all over for Steve Rogers after that.

Shortly after, the war was over and they had won. But at what price? Steve, a man who welcomed loss like an old friend, had found himself completely and utterly empty. Void of all life and willingness to live. He had nothing now. While his troops celebrated, settling down with beautiful dames and starting families, their captain who had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth had never left their mind. Meanwhile, Captain Rogers had sought out comfort through vices. Spirits were the only thing that numbed the pain. His days were simple: wake up, drink, shout, cry, drink, shout some more, and then drink until he passed out and woke up the next morning only to repeat it all over again.

But one day, the captain never woke up and loss had welcomed him one last time into his forever home; the afterlife.

For decades, the lost soldier was left to wander through the same confinements of the very apartment he had grown up in. Left all by himself to replay all of the memories that had manifested themselves into the walls; both good and bad. Steve hated it. There was nothing he wanted more than to be reunited with Bucky and his mother in whatever realm they resided in. Why him? Why was he abandoned once more? As time went on, anger and resentment consumed the captain. He screamed and screamed until the taste of iron flooded his mouth only he couldn’t bleed. He was dead. He lashed out on house workers that came in to renovate the home — his home — and watched with sullen eyes as they removed remnants of his childhood. They painted over the pencil markings on the frame of the door where his mother would measure his and Bucky’s heights. Tore out the carpet spotted with various shades of paint from the times Steve’s art sessions got a bit messy. His home was no longer a home. All of the nostalgia and magic that made it his was gone. And yet, he still remained. Unable to crossover no matter how hard he tried. From then on, he lived his days the same. Sleep, wake, wander, sleep, then wake again.

And then there was you.

The prettiest thing he had ever seen since his days touring with USO girls in tiny skirts, kitten heels, and perfect curls. Even then, those women dimmed in comparison to you. You were a ray of sunshine and for the first time in years, Steve felt happy. While you chopped up some vegetables for dinner, Steve simply admired you, leaning against the kitchen entrance with a lazy smile on his face. He found himself doing that quite often. Especially when you were asleep and he had uninterrupted access to you. Any chance that you were too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, Steve allowed himself to get a better look at you up close. Reaching out his hand, he grazed the apple of your cheek ever so gently. All he could think about was how unmatched your beauty was. You flinched at the sudden cold sensation on one side of your face. Instinctively, you rubbed your cheek before resuming your task. But as a faint deep chuckle filled your ears, preparing dinner was the very last thing on your mind.

Your entire body froze.

There was no one in your apartment aside from you. There was also no possible way someone else was in here. And even then, the laugh was right in your ear, taunting you. For what could have been a few seconds to a few hours, you stood there in the middle of your kitchen unmoving, attempting to reason with what had just happened. Eventually, you decided it was time for bed. You were overworked and in a new home. You were probably just delirious and unfamiliar with the normal creaks of the vintage home.

That night you laid your head on your pillow unknowing of the chain of events that take place next and how they would change your life forever.

Even odder occurrences began to take place in your home. Ones that you couldn’t make excuses for. Freezing cold grazes on your cheek became normal. You felt as if someone was watching you at all hours of the day and eventually surrendered to that feeling. Missing items began to appear seemingly out of nowhere. On cold nights you woke up warm, bundled up in a second blanket that you hadn’t even brought to bed the night prior.

And that chuckle.

You heard it all the time. Sometimes it sounded mischievous. But most of the time, it sounded sweet. You even found yourself smiling at it, anticipating hearing it at least once every single day. All of the superstitious stories you had been told by your family growing up crossed your mind at least a dozen times on a daily basis since you had started noticing the oddities occurring in your home. The crystals and bundle of sage that sat disregarded in one of your drawers weighed heavily on your mind. Whatever was intruding upon your space could be gone with a simple cleansing of sage. But for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Some part of you — some sick part — enjoyed the company of whatever lurked around.

At that point, you had decided that you were going stir crazy. Cabin fever had been getting to the best of you and you desperately needed fresh air. On a whim, you decided to have a girls’ night with the woman next door who you had befriended. While you ran the shower and waited for the water to get hot, you laid out a chic outfit before mumbling a quiet “fuck it” and paired it with a lacy bra and matching panties. Whether you were getting laid tonight or not, you were going to look good anyways. Stripping free from the confinements of your clothes haphazardly as you walked towards the bathroom, you paid no attention to the invisible force picking up your clothes after you and placing them in your hamper.

Wasting no effort, you pampered yourself to the nines, even busting out your favorite body scrub and shower oil. By the time you were done, you felt completely refreshed and ready to conquer the world. Humming along to the music playing through your phone speakers, you applied your makeup delicately and styled your hair to perfection. Walking over to your bed where your clothes for the night sat, your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon noticing that your panties were missing from the pile. Frowning, you pulled on the remaining articles of clothing before making your way to your dresser to fish out a different pair of panties before a lightbulb went off in your head. You shut the drawer with a tiny, wicked smile on your face. You had always wanted to wear a dress without panties on, why not now?

As you gathered your coat, keys, and purse, Steve stared at you with a slack jaw completely awed by your behavior. With the small lace of your undergarments bunched up tightly in his fist, he began to count down the seconds until you arrived home.

Hours later, Steve heard the familiar jingling of keys and turning of locks. His unbeaten heart soared when the door opened and your pretty little face peeked through. His joy didn’t last long though as he noticed someone behind you.

A man.

A man that wasn’t him whose arms clung on to you too tightly. Whose lips were on your skin for far too long. Who made you laugh and sigh blissfully when only he was allowed to make you feel that way. Steve shook with anger as the two sauntered to your bedroom, watching with his teeth clenched as the man tossed you on your bed before crawling on top of you and continuing to assault your mouth. The man trailed his kisses to your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders tighter as breathless moans left your mouth.

You were entirely lost in the moment, basking in Jake’s undivided attention. But when your eyes opened for a split second, you felt your blood run cold. There looming over your bed staring daggers into your soul was a man clad in what looked like a 40’s army suit. His ocean blue eyes were fixated on you, filled with rage and jealousy. You took note of the tension in his square jaw. Whoever this man was didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was the obvious rage brewing in his soul. And yet, through all of the scariness, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His golden locks were neatly coiffed, not a single strand out of place. His uniform was pressed perfectly despite how old it looked. The pins that adorned the lapels of his suit jacket were spotless, shimmering in the low lights. Despite his thick brows being drawn down over his eyes in a grimace, they didn’t obscure you from admiring how stunning they were. The soldier shook his head at you disappointedly then, disappeared before your very eyes.

Without a second thought, you instinctively leaped away from Jake’s touch.

“Hey,” He spoke softly, taking his hand in yours. “What’s the matter?”

Still in shock and unable to find the correct words to use, you simply shook your head and shut your eyes tightly.

That can’t be real. No way was that real.

“I’m sorry,” You sputtered out.

“Don’t apologize, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Jake soothed, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb sweetly.

“I’m just so—” You began only for your shock to take over once more.

“You have a lot going on right now, babe. New apartment, new location, settling in — it takes a toll on you. I understand that.”

Smiling appreciatively at your long time friend, you pecked his cheek chastely.

“Thank you. Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You excused, clearing your throat nervously. “You’re the best, Jensen.”

“That I am.”

With a warm smile, Jake got up from your bed and began to lace on his sneakers.

“Where are you going?” You quickly blurted out in a panic, not knowing whether or not you wanted to be alone in your home after what you just witnessed.

“Relax,” Jake chuckled, placing his glasses back on before caressing your face. “I’m not leaving because I’m upset you didn’t put out. I just know you need to be alone right now to, you know, finally breathe.”

Figuring it would be better for Jake to be away from the angered spirit in your house, you accepted his departure.

Slipping on his jacket, he left one final kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

“Make sure you lock the door, babe.”

As Jake exited your front door, he didn’t miss the way it swung shut forcefully, nearly knocking him on his feet. Thinking it was you slamming it shut from the other side, he dismissed it.

“The fuck!” He hissed to himself. “Why do I always go after the feisty ones.”

Little did he know he had been cast out by something much greater.

You couldn’t move from your bed. Your muscles were practically paralyzed with fear. It killed you not knowing whether or not the soldier was still standing right over you watching your body shake with trepidation. There were only two things you were entirely sure of and that was that you had seen a ghost. First, a ghost haunted your apartment. From his uniform, it was safe to assume that he was a soldier in the ’40s who possibly died in combat. Second, you needed more answers. Swallowing your fear, you leaped up from your bed and into your closet, pulling on comfy clothes for the long night you had ahead of you. Stuffing your laptop and chargers into your purse, you ran out the door and caught the train to your local 24-hour library.

For hours upon hours, you delved deep into the history of your vintage Brooklyn home. It was a frustrating process at first. You encountered so many deadends that you almost considered giving up, going home, and letting a ghost live in your home rent free.

Then you stumbled upon a name; Steven Grant Rogers.

That name unlocked every piece of information you needed.

The apartment that you currently resided in was the very apartment he was raised in. His mother, Sarah Rogers, died in said home in her own bed after battling tuberculosis. Shortly after, Steven — who everyone called Steve — joined the army alongside his best friend James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. He became a captain, a highly respected one at that. You found numerous newspaper articles of his comrades praising him. Not just for being a good soldier, but a good man in and out of the battlefield. A photo of him dressed simply in a pair of khaki’s and a white t-shirt with no shoes saving a child from a Nazi confirmed their sentiments. When the war was over, Steve had seemingly dropped off the face of the planet. While other soldiers celebrated, their captain was nowhere to be found. Six months later, Steve was found dead in his apartment. Coroners stated that the golden boy had basically drank himself to death, seeking comfort in alcohol in an attempt to cope with the loss of his best friend to war.

He died right in your apartment.

According to records, he was unmarried and single when he died. He had no kids, no family, he died alone in the world he dedicated his entire being to saving. Admittedly, you shed a couple of tears imagining how he must have felt. How he must feel currently wandering the Earth alone. You’d gotten your answers. Now it was time to face the music.

It was approximately two in the morning when you got back home. Steve was unworried, already knowing what you were out doing. His girl was too smart for her own good. You were calm as you navigated through your nighttime routine. The total opposite of how you were when you initially left earlier, but that relieved Steve. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him. Only others should be. But never you. He watched you lay down and settle in bed just as he had done every single night since you had moved in, waiting for you to fall asleep so he could tuck you in and admire you. He was shocked when you began to speak to him.

“Hi Steve,” You spoke tiredly, hesitation lacing your voice. “If I can call you that.”

Steve stood still in his tracks, staring at you with disbelief. You were the first person to acknowledge him in decades.

“I’m sorry you were alone for so long. You’re a good man. You deserved better than what this world gave you.”

As you continued to speak to him until you fell asleep, tears welled up in his eyes. His love for you only grew, manifesting deeper into his soul and intertwining with yours. You were meant to be — you and him. You were his and he was yours.

Overwhelmed with the need to be close to you, Steve slipped off his boots and slowly slid into bed beside you. Apprehensively, he reached out to gently grasp your waist, pulling your body against his. Burying his face in the side of your neck, he nudged it with his nose before nuzzling it into your hair and inhaling your scent. His arms wound tighter around you before his hands began to wander, first caressing at your soft thighs before slipping his hands under your shirt and grasping your bare breasts. Completely frenzied, Steve’s hips began to undulate. His hardening member ground against your backseat. A small whine left your lips as you subconsciously sunk back into Steve’s body. He growled lowly, cupping your bare mound under your sleep shirt. His fingers lightly grazed your folds before sliding over your damp slit. Using your arousal, he began to massage your clit in slow circles. Another whine left your lips, this one more wanton than before. He growled against the skin of your neck, sliding his middle finger into you experimentally. Steve moaned as your velvety walls clung to his finger, sliding his ring finger alongside it. Curling them upward, he made sure to hit the spongy patch that would send your body into overdrive. Your body jerked in his arms before a wave of your nectar covered his digits. Cautiously, he removed them from you then brought them to his mouth. Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as the taste of you overtook his taste buds. Hastily, he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his stiff member. Hiking up your shirt and repositioning your hips, he teased your entrance with the head of his cock before sinking into your heat. Sounds of pleasure fell from his parted rosy lips as his body absorbed your warmth. He grunted primally, thrusting in and out of you languidly.

His noises and movements roused you out of your slumber. Eyes shooting wide open, you gasped loudly at the sensations your body was feeling and pure shock. Sensing that you’ve woken up, Steve grasps your face in his hand and turns it so that you’re facing each other.

“Sweet girl,” He coos, his thrusts gaining in strength and speed.

You clutched his arm tightly, whimpers spilling from your lips as the captain, somehow someway, fucked you thoroughly.

“You were made for me, you know that?” Steve panted against your lips. “I have waited so, so long just for you.”

Steve closed the space between the two of you and pressed your mouths together, meshing his lips over yours sensually.

“How are you— You gasped, a loud moan cutting your inquiry short.

Steve laughed breathlessly as you stared into his eyes in awe, amazed that he, a ghost, was able to even touch you.

“I told you, sweetheart. We were made for each other.”

“Please!” You pleaded, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“I got you, honey. I got you,” Steve praised. “Let go for me baby, you can do it.”

His encouragement was enough to send you completely over the edge and to the deep end. Your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of Steve’s arm as you writhed with pleasure. He reached his high shortly after with a loud moan. You shuddered as he filled you with rope after rope of his seed. The two of you lay in each other’s embrace as you caught your breath. Once the veil of your pleasure driven haze was lifted, the gravity of what you had just done hit you like a bus.

You had slept with a ghost. One that was irrevocably and manically in love with you.

And by doing that, you had sealed your fate. Steve wasn’t letting you go.

Feeling your body go tense, Steve knew what you were thinking. He chuckled darkly before caging you in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together, sweet girl.”

[themerchantsdaughter-fic]

The Merchant's Daughter by pagesoflauren - Chapter 2

Steve Rogers or Ransom Drysdale x partially named! Southast Asian/East Asian!Reader

Important Note: I gave the reader a last name in order to make her easy to identify when she’s addressed and referred to in later chapters. I don’t want to give her a first name, which is why I still consider it a reader-insert style story. You can name her whatever you’d like.

Summary: Just before the beginning of your first season out to society, you meet one man in the rain while your father hosts another as his esteemed guest. With your attention divided, both men stand a great loss in light of your possible rejection.

Warnings: swearing, reader is backed into a lover corner (no throuple), racism/racial prejudice, misogyny, eventual smut, angst. More warnings to come!

A/N: Everyone can read this and feedback/constructive criticism is more than welcome. If any Asian readers want to drop some suggestions, please leave them here, send me an ask, slide into my DMs!

HUGE THANK YOU goes to @eightcevanscentral for beta'ing this. And I must thank @myoxisbroken, the queen of all things historically accurate, for all her help and advice. ❤️

Tags are open!

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The rapping at his door startles Ransom, making his neck strain as he pulls his head up from the cushiony surface of his pillow.

His temples sting and ache as he rolls over in his bed, the curtains still drawn to prevent as much sunlight from coming in as possible.

The mattress squeaks under his weight as he shifts to sit up and he groans as the blood rushes unpleasantly to his forehead, the resulting throbbing sensation making him groan in complaint.

“Hugh Drysdale, open this god-forsaken door immediately!”

Recognizing the stern voice with a slight tremble, Ransom’s head rolls back in irritation.

It’s far too early for this, he grouchily thinks to himself.

His grandfather knocks again, louder and faster this time. The younger man feels his teeth grit in irritation and he throws the covers off his legs and violently swipes up his robe that hangs from the frame at the foot of the bed. Pulling the silky material over his shoulders, he aggressively ties the string around his waist before pulling the door open.

His eyes sting from the sunlight pouring into the hallway of the boarding house he’s renting a suite in, the pain making him flinch away dramatically.

“Hell and the Devil confound it,” Ransom whines like a child.

“Oh, come off it, boy,” his grandfather gripes, nudging the door further open with the head of his cane. The motion forces Ransom to step backward to avoid getting his toes caught underneath the wood.

Harlan cries out in disgust as he enters the suite, waving his hand to clear the repulsing odor of alcohol and sex from his nose. The door clicks closed and he grabs the center edges of the curtains, pulling them apart and letting light in despite his grandson’s protesting.

“Heaven and Earth,” Harlan sighs in relief as he pushes the window open, breathing in the fresh air that floods into the space. “You’d think something in here died,” he wrinkles his nose as the smell slowly dissipates and looks around.

“On the contrary,” Ransom presses his fingers into his eyelids, “I feel as though I am dying with the bloody sunlight coming in.”

“As I said before, come off it,” the older man commands, folding his hands over the head of his cane and tapping the ground with it.

The sound is familiar from Ransom’s childhood, something that signaled he needed to give his grandfather his full attention.

However, Ransom is no longer a child, so he pays it no mind.

That doesn’t stop Harlan from trying again by clearing his throat.

Shaking his head and shrugging with his hand, Ransom wonders sarcastically if he should call for some tea.

“This is not the time for your sarcasm, boy--”

“Stop calling me that,” Ransom protests, annoyance clear in his voice.

“If you want me to stop calling you a boy, then I suggest you start acting like a man,” Harlan replies.

“Look around you, grandfather,” Ransom opens his arms and gestures to the room. “This is me being a man. I live on my own, do as I please, with no one to answer to--”

“I’m certain you know what I mean,” his grandfather interrupts, tapping his cane against the floor again. “A man doesn’t live in a suite in a boarding house. A man doesn’t gamble away his grandfather’s money. A man doesn’t visit the brothels--”

“Then enlighten me, dear grandfather,” Ransom requests in fake curiosity. “What does a man do by your standards?”

“A man gets married.”

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Ransom sits in the lounging chair in the corner of the room, propping his feet onto the ottoman.

Harlan continues, “He is head of a household. He takes some damn responsibility!”

“Grandfather, it is so unlike you to use such vulgar language,” the younger man feigns offense, knowing fully well he has used worse language across his lifetime compared to him.

Pointing a warning finger at him, the gentleman cuts to the quick, “You will listen here, boy,” he puts more force into the way he addresses his 28-year-old grandson, “You’re eight and twenty, old enough to take a wide and set up your nursery. I will no longer provide for this wretched lifestyle you lead.”

That captures Ransom’s full attention, wiping all dismissal of his grandfather’s words off of his face. Harlan can see it--anyone with eyes could, frankly--he was scared.

“Grandfather, what are you implying?” he wonders, sitting up and placing his feet on the floor. He’s listening intently, now.

“If you are not married by the end of this year, you’ll not get a single penny from me, or your parents.”

He rises to his feet. “You cannot do that!”

“As God is my witness!” Harlan counters, tapping his cane on the floor as a judge pounds his gavel and matching Ransom’s volume. “Not a single pound or shilling!”

“Grandfather, please,” Ransom implores pathetically. “Marriage is so odious, there’s no woman in the world who has kept my interest for more than a week--”

“Then I suggest you start cleaning yourself up to help you find a suitable lady to court and take on as your wife,” the older man states with finality. “And I suggest you do it fast. My mind is made up.”

The two of them stand in silence, Harlan letting his words sink in and Ransom slowly absorbing them.

Clearing his throat and adjusting his coat, the gentleman excuses himself, “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

He makes his way to the door and opens it, the creaking sound seeming to jar his grandson.

“Grandfather,” he says, sounding like a child. “Why?”

Sighing and taking his hand off the doorknob, he folds them over the top of his cane again, “I have my reasons, and there are many.”

He pauses, sifting through them, trying to decide which one he should mention now. “When I agreed to finance your bachelor lifestyle, fund this suite, and provide you with an allowance...this way of life,” he looks around once more, wrinkling his nose. “This is not what I agreed to. I never expected you to continue down this road for this long. You’re nearly thirty years old, for God’s sake!”

Harlan points out the obvious with his explanation. “It’s time for you to take some responsibility and fully realize your adulthood.”

Ransom is silent for a moment, before speaking, “Is there no way--”

“None,” Harlan shakes his head firmly. “You marry by the end of the year or your generous inheritance goes elsewhere. By the way you’ve been living, it would just go to waste in your possession.”

With that, Harlan tips his hat and leaves the room.

Slumping back into the seat, Ransom kicks the ottoman in a burst of rage. He regrets it shortly after, however, because now his feet have nowhere to rest but the cold, hardwood floor.

He props his elbows on the arm of the chair, pressing his fingertips into his temple in frustration.

His grandfather created a losing game for him. If Ransom continued to do what he wanted, he would stand to have nothing next year.

If he married--the mere thought of it makes him shudder.

He’ll admit, he likes women. He likes them in his bed, moaning his name; on their knees, worshipping him; in his lap, fawning over him.

Conversing with them can be stimulating, but after a while, it grows so dull. To be fair, it’s the same with men, too.

In general, people are rather boring.

Find a suitable woman, his grandfather had said.

A woman who would please him in bed, keep to herself but be interesting enough when he was forced to talk to her. That would be an ideal woman. The perfect wife.

Where in Hell is he going to find her?

At breakfast, your father calls to you from his seat where he lounges for the afternoon, “My lotus blossom, you have a letter.”

Gasping eagerly, you place your novel on the table and get up from the sofa, walking as calmly as you can to him where he holds it out for you to take. Your mother places her teacup down and watches you intently, waiting to see what message is in store for you.

It’s a beautiful envelope with a red wax seal to keep the flap shut. It feels surreal in your hands--before being out to society, you would get invitations but your parents would withhold them from you, saying it was not the time for you yet.

You had heard the words “perhaps next year,” plenty of times. Little did you know that last year was finally an instance where that phrase was true.

Back in your seat, you break the seal, opening the envelope and pulling out the invitation.

“I’ve been invited to the Forsters’ ball!” you inform your parents excitedly.

Your mother lets out a sound of exclamation, her face lighting up and she reaches for the piece of paper.

“Well, I should hope so,” your father scoffs. “They are some of my best customers.”

You laugh as you hand the invitation to your mother, “Father, I believe everyone in London is your best customer. You’re the most prominent silk trader in town.”

“Well,” he dismisses, spooning another heap of jam onto his toast, “all the more reason for me to believe you should be extended more invitations for such affairs.”

You purse your lips, silently taking a bite of your own breakfast. The toasted bread is a little on the tough side, you couldn’t wait until the cook would prepare a fresh loaf. As you take a bite and chew, you consider how long it’s been since the season started.

You count the weeks, wondering how many balls and parties and dinners have passed that you were not invited to.

How many hosts did not want you there.

“Of course, there’s nothing to fret about, lotus,” your father quickly adds, “There’s still plenty of time in the season. And perhaps you’ll make acquaintances at the Forsters’ ball which will lead to more invitations!”

Despite his intention to encourage you, you can’t help but continue to worry. You’ve waited so long to be out in society, you’re quite late compared to your peers and have had so few interactions with people outside of the household. The only exceptions to that are the late Mrs. Thrombey and the men of the Rogers family.

The Commodore has been a pleasant guest for the most part, though you don’t get many opportunities to speak to him. Granted, part of it is your mother trying to prevent the house staff from gossiping. But, the majority of the reason is your father.

He’s always so eager to speak to him about anything in the world. You figure it’s him finally having someone who can resemble a son; you’re not offended, though.

In your spare time, when your mother is occupied with other things or when it is late at night and your father is in his study, you’d sit with him. He taught you nearly everything there is to know about silk distribution, maintaining a business, and communicating with buyers. With the demand for silk slowly growing, so was his business. He got busier and busier as the years went on, and you followed along, silently observing from the shadows.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had considered that you were the best option to take over the business when your father was ready to retire. There were some obstacles to overcome; you are a woman and there was still more you had to learn, but it could be done. Perhaps you would read more--

“My dear,” your mother speaks, jarring you from your thoughts. “Be sure to have your reply ready. We’ll send a footman to the Forsters’ as soon as you’ve written it.”

Now, there are more important things to focus your attention on; the thing that your mother is so hyper-fixated on that you are nearly not permitted to think of anything else: finding a husband.

And hopefully, the Forsters’ ball would be the start of it.

Nodding, you gather the letter and envelope, bunching your skirt in your hands as you excitedly run out of the dining room before your mother can scold you.

As you make your way up the stairs, you nearly run into another body at the top.

“Oh!” you exclaim, stepping back to give him space, but gravely overestimating how much room you have behind you. You gasp as you feel yourself falling backward, arms flailing as you try to find something to grab onto.

Commodore Rogers catches you instead, large hands coming around your waist and pulling you with him as he steps back into the hallway so that you have room to steady yourself. Your palms and the letter slap onto his chest as you clumsily try to find your balance.

You mean to look at him out of politeness when you thank him, but the words die in your throat as your eyes meet his.

“Are you alright?” he checks, voice soft so as not to startle you.

“Oh,” you say again, eyes wide and lost in his cerulean gaze. Blinking, you gather yourself and shake your head. “Yes, thank you, Commodore,” you answer his question and step back.

The two of you stare for a silent moment and it’s hard to think with your heart hammering in your chest.

Then, his stomach grumbles.

He laughs, looking down bashfully while you giggle in amusement.

“I believe you are overdue for breakfast, Commodore.”

“You’d be correct, Miss Lascar.”

Curtsying, you sidestep around him, “Well, I’ll leave you to it. There’s plenty of food to go around. And I’m sure my father will be pleased to see how well-rested you look.”

“Thank you, Miss. Good morning.”

He turns to descend the stairs and you stand tacked in your place, watching the golden head of his hair disappear below. Pursing your lips, you feel the rough texture of the paper in your hands and remember your task.

You continue down the hall, enter your room, and sit at your writing desk to confirm your attendance to the ball.

Two Weeks Later

The carriage ride home from the Forsters’ ball is rickety, but you’re grateful for it nonetheless. You sigh in relief at the sight of your home coming into view. It’s far too early in the morning--you’re not sure what time, exactly.

The sky is just beginning to turn a lighter shade of blue, but as you look up and see the clouds hanging above, you know it will be overcast later on in the day.

You do your best to step lightly despite your aching feet and keep your shoulders up despite your exhaustion. The night was long, filled with delicious foods and wines, standing for long hours and even a fair share of dances.

You step carefully as you pass the Commodore’s room, making your way down the corridor until you reach your bedroom.

“Sleep well, my dear,” your mother whispered, catching your attention in the middle of blissful thoughts of lying underneath your sheets.

Remembering yourself, you turn back to her, taking her hands and pressing your forehead to hers. “You too, mother.”

Facing your door again, you find your handmaid placing a cup of tea on your vanity.

“Chamomile and ginger, miss,” Rosie says with an enthusiastic smile, which is impressive given the time. She must be tired. “The master of the house said it should prevent you from getting sick.”

You manage to chuckle at your father being so overbearing, even when you aren’t home. “I doubt going to a ball will make me ill,” you say, sitting in front of the mirror and taking a sip.

“Is it to your liking, miss?”

“Rosie,” you sigh, “You know you’re the best at making tea for me.”

Her smile turns pleased and she gently places her hands on your shoulders to ensure you’re in an optimal position for her to get you ready for bed.

“Hold still, please, miss,” she requests quietly, reaching for your earrings. When she removes them, she meets your gaze in the mirror. “Will you tell me about your evening, miss?”

With the excitement in her eyes, you consider lying to her, conjuring up a fascinating story in the moment about how you made countless amounts of friends and danced with dozens of men.

Your sigh gives you away and her face shifts to one of concern.

“Miss?”

“I can’t say it was particularly stimulating,” you reveal, choosing to be honest. “Three men asked me to dance, which was lovely. Though, only in the way that nobody stepped on my toes or my dress.”

She takes off your necklace next, eyes still flicking to look at your face in the mirror to indicate she’s still listening.

“And it was easy to tell they did not want to dance with me.”

“Oh, miss,” she sighs and shakes her head, placing your necklace into your jewelry box before closing it, “You cannot make such an assumption.”

“But I can,” you insist as she begins to remove the pins in your hair. “There was some conversation, but they were not listening much. The number of times I had to repeat myself…” you trail off. “Not to mention how once the dance was over they all but disappeared.”

She looks thoughtful as she wrestles a particularly stubborn pin buried between some strands of hair, but when she finally pulls it out, she looks triumphant. Then, she meets your gaze again. “Surely, you made some new acquaintances, though, miss?”

“You are far too optimistic, Rosetta,” you laugh sadly, using her proper name so that she knows you do not mean to joke. “I was invisible the entire night.”

There were only three instances where you were acknowledged by others: when Mrs. Forster greeted you upon entry, when another young lady accidentally bumped into you, and when Mrs. Forster saw you off at the end of the ball. You recount these as the last of the pins are removed, your scalp tingling and relaxing after your hair was pulled every which way to look presentable.

“For a young lady participating in the social season,” you begin bitterly, your voice becoming watery as tears sting your eyes, “I’m hardly socializing. Not that I do not want to, but because it seems no one wants to engage with me.”

Rosie is silent, picking up your hairbrush and beginning to run it through the tangles.

“If I may be so bold to request to speak freely, miss,” she requests, continuing when you say nothing, “I believe you surpass all the ladies in beauty and they mean to act so coldly to you because of that.”

“What do you mean?” your face scrunches up in confusion. You look nothing like anyone else in London. Your skin is a different tone, your eyes a different shape. Even your hair stands out; where the epitome of beauty is blonde like sunshine with curls, your hair is dark as a night sky, slick and straight.

Rosie seems to know what you’re thinking, “Nobody else looks like you, miss. At least, no one who is out in society. Your features are unique and difficult to miss, but that does not mean you are not beautiful. In my opinion, it warrants a second glance. And your skin is radiant and smooth, such beauty that would make any lady in any ballroom envious. Your hair may not have curls like theirs, but it is so plentiful and healthy and shiny…”

You smile as she gushes about you, unable to prevent yourself.

“Not to mention, miss, I’ve been working in this household for years, and your mother’s face has not changed at all compared to the other ladies of her age. Neither has your father’s. I reckon in ten years’ time, you will be the same.”

You laugh at that, a sense of gratitude washing over you when she places a hand on your shoulder. Covering it with your own, you give it a squeeze.

“Perhaps last night was just others seeing you for the first time and not knowing how to react,” she posits as she resumes brushing your hair. “The longer the season goes and the more they see you, the more they will begin to see just how lovely you are, miss. And who knows?” she shrugs, “The other ladies may then want to imitate you because so many men will fall at your feet.”

With your hair finally detangled, Rosie picks up a ribbon and places it at the edge of the table within reach.

“Besides,” she smiles as she weaves your hair into a long braid at the back of your head, “It’s not like you won’t get any attention from any man at all. Not with the Commodore here.”

You mean to ask her more, but a yawn takes over your mouth, drawing your attention to how tired you are.

“Alright, miss,” Rosie says quietly as she ties the ribbon around the end of your braid. “Time to get you into your nightgown and into bed.”

Undressing is quick with her help, which you thank her for as you walk around the side of your bed and lie down. She helps you pull the covers up to your shoulders, patting the sheets down to make sure you’re cocooned comfortably.

“Sleep well, miss. I’ll be back in a few hours just to check on you in case you get hungry or need anything.”

“Thank you, Rosie,” you reply drowsily, words slightly incoherent as your face presses into the pillow. “You get some rest as well.”

You hear her footsteps recede before the door creaks open quietly and shuts softly.

As you drift to sleep, Rosie’s comment about the Commodore echoes in your mind.

Perhaps that was the only wish you had for the past evening: you wished he was there with you. With a friend at your side, you would not have been so alone. Perhaps then, you would not have been invisible.

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