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rillils · 3 months

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i hate my angst loving self so much sometimes

think about a confused and not-entirely-there bucky screaming at steve, asking him why he left him there on the snow, asking why he didnt come back for him, telling him how long he waited for him to come and save him

FINE HONEY, YOU WANTED ANGST, I'LL GIVE YOU ANGST. AND I'LL CRY ABOUT IT 😭

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, tw: suicidal thoughts, very mild gore, nightmares, post-catws, angst is definitely not my thing what am i even doing here asjdhsjdh wordcount: 3815 a side note: while the language here is used in accordance with steve's profound sense of guilt, it doesn't reflect the author's personal beliefs on the matter - aka IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SKDLKS MY POOR BABY 😭😭

It always starts off quiet, like the darkened hall of a theater in the split second between the curtain opening over the stage and the actor’s first line. Silence, please. The show is about to begin.

The scenery changes sometimes, but it’s the mountains Steve sees most often in his dreams: the soulless gray of stone, and the blinding white of snow coating everything, from the peaks, to the valley, to the copse of fir trees, huddled together like children in the cold. Just like he remembers from that day in the Alps. No one knows how to torture him better than his own mind.

The wind rises sharp and icy, lifting sleets of frost with it, and a chill rolls down Steve’s spine. It’s not the cold, though.

It’s fear, congealing like a dead weight in the pit of his stomach. The show is about to begin. And he’s watched it all to the end countless times before.

“Steve?”

His head whips around, and Bucky’s right there, like he always is. A fixed point, unchanged, unmovable, his boots sinking soundlessly in the thick layer of snow beneath them.

He looks so beautiful, so oddly alive against the backdrop of his desolate place; a man at the peak of his youth, the pink of his cheeks nearly glowing next to the deep blue of his uniform, his hair combed to a movie-star shine, parted neatly to the side. It’s cruel, how perfect he is. Preserved like a cherished heirloom in Steve’s mind, never fading, never aging; a living picture, soft and rosy-cheeked. He belongs in a dance hall, in a crowded street, in the cheerful chaos of the fourth of July, in the color and noise of fireworks, in the tangle of ooh’s and aah’s under the firelit sky. He doesn’t belong here. But he’ll never leave this place.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s head tilts to the side, confused. “You left a long time ago.”

“Bucky,” Steve tries to say, but the name dies on his lips.

The light in Bucky’s eyes dulls to a flicker, carrying a heavy gloom over his features. He looks so sad, all of a sudden. He never looked sad when Steve was around, Steve remembers that – and Steve never learned how to make it better.

He can never make this better.

“Steve.” All the color’s draining from his cheeks, quickly, leaving only the paleness of death behind. His eyes – they pierce right through Steve, empty and cold, so cold, and Steve shudders from head to toe.

“I waited for you for so long,” Bucky’s blue lips say, with a mournful lilt Steve used to hear in his mother’s voice when she would sing to him, all those heart-twisting songs about a home she’d never see again. “Where were you?”

Something dark spreads from within across the pristine blue of Bucky’s coat, dripping slowly from his shoulder, black like ink–

blood

– smothering the rich color underneath, reaching down, down–

he fell

– down along Bucky’s arm, until it’s streaking the back of his hand–

blood, it’s blood, he fell, he’s going to fall

– pooling ruby-dark at Bucky’s fingertips.

Soon the drops will spill all over the fresh snow, staining it red, too.

“You left me here.”

Steve can’t breathe.

“Why did you leave me here, Steve?”

Steve can’t breathe.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps, and the next breath stings in his lungs, ice-cold and merciless, “I’m so sorry, Bucky, so sorry. It’s all my fault, all my fault,” he chants, hands clawing at his own chest. But what will it help? He can’t undo this. He can never undo this. “I should have held onto you,” he sobs brokenly, and it’s strange, how he can never tell when he starts crying in his dreams, but he always feels the tears streaming down his face, real as his grief is real, clogging up his throat. “I never should have let you fall.”

Bucky steps forward, dark blood trailing behind him on the ground. Steve’s heart jolts like a spooked horse, pounding loud and fast with adrenaline.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

He sounds so gentle. So devastatingly sad.

“Did I mean so little to you?”

Steve shakes his head, No, no, no, everything, you meant everything, always, I swear, tears flicking off the edge of his jaw to be lost in the snow-packed wind. “I t-thought you were dead,” he sobs, like he’s still curled up into the blown-up flank of that train, like he’s still got his face pressed to the ice-burn of its metal and praying for everything to end, now, before reality can reshape itself around him and tell him that Bucky is gone forever.

Something mean slithers behind Bucky’s eyes. “And you would have left my body to the wolves?” he says, his voice dangerously sharp over the moaning wind. “You didn’t think I deserved a proper burial?”

It’s snowing on the outside, but it’s inside that Steve feels ice gripping at his guts.

“You could have sent me home to my folks.”

It burns.

“To my sisters.”

It burns so bad, the shame crackling under his skin.

“At least then my family would have had a body to cry over. But it never even occurred to you, did it.”

Steve’s tongue feels glued to the roof of his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he pushes out uselessly, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve–”

“Or did you think that I was like you?” Bucky presses on, a cruel sneer forming on his white face. “Is that it? You fooled yourself so nice, you really thought I was like you? Like poor little Stevie? With no one left in the world who would miss me? No one who would even care if I was dead or alive?” He pauses, lips curling as though a new and amusing thought only just occurred to him. “Oh. Stevie, no. Did you think you were my whole world? Are you really that pathetic?”

“No,” Steve rasps, swallowing back tears and still drowning, drowning in them, “I never thought, I never– Please, Buck, I’m so sorry–”

Bucky’s silhouette blinks in and out of sight, and when he comes back, one moment later, he’s standing right before Steve, so close he need only reach out to touch him. His sneer is gone, but the depth of hurt in his eyes slices at Steve’s heart just as sharply.

“They took me, Stevie. You left me behind and they took me. Look,” he says, showing Steve the torn flesh where his left arm used to be – it was here just a moment ago, it was, Steve could swear it, it was right here – the bloody pulp of it, a frayed shard of white bone jutting out through the ripped muscle, sickening. His mouth, when Steve can finally look back, is curled back to show his teeth, the smile almost kind if it didn’t feel like a knife tearing at Steve’s own flesh. “This is all your doing. Isn’t it pretty?” Bucky tells him sweetly. “Tell me it’s pretty, Steve. Tell me it’s pretty.”

Without warning, Bucky’s hand darts up to clamp around Steve’s chin, gripping his face viciously. His touch is like ice, searing painfully into Steve’s skin, and Steve staggers in place, helpless but to look right into Bucky’s wide, desperate eyes.

“I was so scared,” Bucky whispers, hot tears spilling over his deathly pale cheeks. “I was locked in that place for so long, I couldn’t tell day from night anymore. It was so cold, and I was so alone, so alone without you, Stevie.”

His fingernails claw into Steve’s skin until they’re drawing blood, and Steve can only sob, can only take it, can only hope this will sate the hollowness he sees in Bucky’s eyes, if only for an instant. But it won’t, he knows it won’t. It never does.

If he could kneel at Bucky’s feet and beg for his forgiveness, keep him warm with the heat of his own tears, wash the blood away–

“I thought I was going to die. Every time they dragged me back to that table, I would tell myself, this is it. This is how it’s going to end,” Bucky tells him gently, nodding his head. “Sometimes, I even thought I should end it myself, before they could. But do you know what the worst part was? I didn’t die. No matter how bad I wanted it, none of the stuff they put me through ever did it. Hope kept me alive,” he snarls, soft through his bloodied smile. “That was my curse. I believed in you. I thought you would find me, save me. I told them you would come for me, and they laughed in my face, Stevie! They knew better.”

The sound that spills from Bucky’s mouth is the twisted, poisoned imitation of a laugh, emptied of all feeling, sharp like fingernails scraped across a blackboard.

“Don’t say that,” Steve whimpers, shaking his head, “please, don’t say that, no.” And he’d cover his ears if he could, lock that ugly truth out of his mind forever, but no muscle in his body will move until Bucky’s done with him.

“Do you know what happened then, Steve? You do know, don’t you?” Bucky asks, thrusting his face into Steve’s until only mere inches separate the tips of their noses – his eyes staring into Steve’s, a creeping echo of insanity gleaming from their depths. “They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.”

Hell. This is Hell.

“Because of you.”

This is what true torment looks like. No fire and brimstone, no howling souls of the damned, no blazing hail raining down upon him.

“It was always because of you.”

Just him and Bucky’s ghost, and a winter that never thaws.

“Bucky...”

The snowstorm rises against him with violence, angry, roaring in Steve’s ears, spreading frost over his chest, his arms, his bare face, freezing the tears caught in his eyelashes. Quiet, it demands. Don’t you speak to me. You have no right to speak to me.

But the yawning hole in Steve’s chest won’t stop screaming at him, starved for forgiveness, for a respite, for a mercy he never earned.

“Please, Buck... please...”

Bucky’s hand guides him down, pushing him to his knees. He crouches over Steve, gaze locked with his, heedless of the blood dripping dark and thick between his fingers; leaning in like he’s about to share a secret.

“I held out until I just couldn’t anymore. I tried to be strong, for you,” Bucky says in a harsh whisper. “But you never came.” His face, twisted by grief, wet with new tears. Steve cups it in his palms, but it’s no use: he can’t soothe this hurt. It’s too late now.

“Bucky, Bucky, sweetheart, forgive me– please, forgive me...”

Bucky’s grip on him relents; his fingers smear red over Steve’s cheek, four bloody streaks, and he strokes his knuckles over them, unbearably gentle.

“I waited for you for so long,” he says, mournful. His face is as cold as ice between Steve’s hands, stinging, burning. “Why didn’t you look for me?”

It hurts, it hurts so bad, so deep inside Steve’s heart.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

The wind surges up around them, rattling Steve’s bones from within. The snow’s soaking into his pants, swallowing up his knees, colder, colder, the blizzard’s smothering him, blinding him, only Bucky’s eyes bright in his vision, crying, accusing, screaming, screaming, screaming–

“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOOK FOR ME?”

Steve jerked awake in the darkness, gasping for breath, a handful of sheets clutched dangerously tight in his fist. He barely even registered the soft, alarmed noise coming from the other side of the bed.

“Steve? It’s all right, you’re safe now.”

His eyes scoured the dark bedroom frantically, fighting through the chilling veil of ice still creeping at the edge of his vision. His heart hammered loud like thunder in his ears, pulsing so wildly in his throat, he thought for a moment that it would burst out of his body.

“Steve.”

Where was he?

The mountains–

“It was just a dream. You’re safe now, I promise. You’re home.”

His gaze focused on the only source of light: the faint glow filtering in through the blinds, the familiar orange hue of the street lights in their neighborhood, casting a striped pattern on the floor. A rug, there was a rug there – and a pair of slippers flicked just a bit too far from the bed.

“Come back to me, baby.”

The crumpled lumps of two discarded socks, that never made it to the hamper – oh, Bucky hated it when he did that.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?”

A flicker of white–

– snow–

– Alpine, uncurling from her favorite spot and slipping soundlessly out of the room.

“Can you look at me? Steve.”

He turned his head towards the sound, staring wide-eyed into the shadows until finally, the outline of Bucky’s body emerged, sitting only an arm’s length away from him.

“That’s it, that’s good, Stevie.”

There was kindness in his voice, but his brow was creased with worry. His torso was half-twisted towards Steve, his body poised as though ready to reach out for him, but Bucky hadn’t touched him yet. Good, that was good. No. It hurt. That hurt.

Steve swallowed.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart. Can you do that? For me? Slow and easy, c’mon, with me.”

It was only then that Steve became aware of his own heavy breaths, the harsh sound of which filled up the room, gasp after gasp. He let go of the sheets and lay his hand on his own chest, where he could feel his pounding heartbeat, and tried to match Bucky’s calm, measured breathing as best as he could. He thought he was going to throw up.

“That’s it, just like that,” Bucky encouraged him.

Bucky–

Something flashed before Steve’s eyes; a fragment of a pale white face, with sneering lips and blood-stained teeth, taunting him with its cruel laughter.

You left me behind and they took me.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream, it wasn’t real.”

Bucky shifted minutely on the bed, and a fleck of light caught the metal plates of his arm, a silver gleam darting quickly in the night.

Steve’s chin trembled. His throat closed up.

They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.

The tears came back before he could stop them, gathering hotly behind his eyes, pressing urgently to spill over.

“Bucky,” he choked out, and in the next moment he was crawling into Bucky’s open arms, curling his shaking body into Bucky’s sturdy frame. Bucky cradled him close, rubbing a soothing hand between Steve’s shoulder blades as Steve sobbed freely, pouring all of his anguish in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“W-when you fell,” Steve stammered pitifully, clutching at the back of Bucky’s t-shirt with the desperation of a drowning man, “I should have come looking for you, I should’ve been there, should’ve– should’ve brought you back, I–”

“No, no, Steve,” Bucky rumbled, rocking him gently in his arms, “don’t do this to yourself. Please, baby, I’m begging you.”

Steve shook his head no, hiding himself deeper into the nook offered by Bucky’s neck, just beneath the hinge of his jaw. His chest felt too tight, too full – like a balloon filled with water and straining to contain it, the paper-thin skin tense to the point of bursting.

“I should have come for you, they – they never would have taken you, I wouldn’t have let them,” he stumbled on helplessly, “I would have died first! God, I would’ve... I would have died first, I swear, Buck, I swear...”

Bucky stroked his hand over Steve’s hair, kissing the spot above the shell of his ear, dark with cold sweat. Steve felt the dampness of it across his whole body, under the clinging cotton of his pyjamas, the unpleasant moisture cooling on his skin and leaving him to shudder in Bucky’s embrace.

“Look at me,” Bucky called softly. It was a simple request, laced with just the same gentleness Bucky would use sometimes to coax Alpine into his arms, but still Steve felt panic pool in his stomach.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to look Bucky in the eye, not like this. Not when the truth – Because of you. It was always because of you. – was out at last.

What a scam he was. A whole lifetime spent preaching bravery, and the one time it truly mattered, he couldn’t even be brave enough to face the consequences of his own mistakes.

Please, don’t hate me, he sobbed silently against Bucky’s neck. You should. You have every right to. But please... please...

“Sweetheart, please, look at me.”

It took more strength than Steve had ever even known he possessed, but slowly, hesitantly, he let himself be pulled out of his hiding spot, and lifted his gaze to meet Bucky’s, if only for a fleeting moment.

Bucky’s flesh hand reached up to cup his jaw, working his thumb tenderly over Steve’s skin to wipe his tears away – a sweet, but fruitless endeavor, as more salty tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks, relentless.

“The truth is, neither of us could have known I would survive that fall,” Bucky said.

Steve shook his head, his eyes screwed shut against the flood of fresh tears. “I should’ve tried anyway, I should have come to you. I should have been there with you.”

Bucky grasped him by the arms, barely squeezing at all. The force wasn’t in his touch; it was in his voice, quiet to match the nighttime gloom, but firm nonetheless.

“What if they had taken you, too? What if they’d made you like me, what then?” he said, an edge of desperation coloring his voice, as if he couldn’t bear the very thought. “Do you think you could have lived with yourself, if you’d woken up one day to find that you had the blood of innocents on your hands?”

Steve’s head snapped up then, heat flashing fiercely in his chest. “What would I have cared, when you were there with me!” he cried out, panting heavily in the wake of that outburst.

Perhaps he couldn’t call this bravery; but when Steve could breathe again, their eyes finally met again.

If he’d feared he would see hate, or disdain, or resentment looking back at him, he didn’t find any of those. What he did find instead, staring at him from Bucky’s ever-familiar face, was the stubborn mark of love, shimmering brightly in Bucky’s eyes.

“Of course you would have cared,” Bucky whispered fiercely, cradling Steve’s face in both of his hands. “It would have killed you, and it would have killed me too. I could have never, ever forgiven myself, if they’d gotten their filthy hands on you because of me.”

His voice wavered, heavy with the weight of unshed tears. Steve could see the glossy sheen of them, threatening to spill over Bucky’s cheeks any second now, and felt his own heart split in two at the sight.

“Bucky,” he rasped, wetly, clasping Bucky’s wrists with his own hands to hold onto them, turning his face into those beloved palms to kiss them helplessly, one and then the other. Bucky never stopped holding him.

“Listen to me,” he said urgently, “listen to me now. We can’t change the past. We can’t, Steve.” A new sob ripped itself painfully from Steve’s throat, one he couldn’t have helped if he wanted to. “We can’t. It’s done, it’s there, we can’t take it back. And God, do I wish we could, believe me. But I want you to hear me when I say this: I am so grateful for what we have now. In the present. Our present.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath that rippled through his whole frame, as he openly struggled to keep his words clear and his voice steady. He was always the braver one, Steve thought, thrusting one of his hands out to grab a fistful of Bucky’s t-shirt, right over his breastbone.

“Steve. God, could you have ever dreamed that we could have this? I never even dared to hope for something like it, not even on my best days.”

He paused. Steve clung to him, his chest tight with emotion.

“The way we got here... Would I have chosen that? If I’d been given a choice, would I have wanted it to happen like that? No, of course not,” Bucky continued. “But if you asked me now, would I do it all over again, just for a chance to be here with you? I would say yes.” Steve whimpered, shaking his head, tears rolling down his face; but Bucky held him firmly, looking him right in the eye and nodding just as stubbornly, a watery smile on his lips. “Yes, Steve. Yes. A million times yes.”

He broke at last, and Steve lost what little control he had of himself. He tugged Bucky forward by his shirt and threw his arms around him, crushing their bodies together as if his life depended on it. Bucky returned the embrace with that same urgency, holding him tight as Steve muffled his sobs against Bucky’s shoulder, and buried his face in Steve’s hair in return.

The pinprick-like sensation of Bucky’s tears wetting his skin, as Bucky trembled quietly against him, felt like a bruise to Steve’s naked heart.

“Forgive me,” he begged, and he couldn’t have said what it was that he was seeking forgiveness for: if the pain he had caused Bucky now, or the one he couldn’t prevent so long ago.

“There is nothing to forgive,” Bucky murmured in his ear, his voice thick. “But I’ll say it, if you need to hear it.”

“Please,” Steve whimpered.

Bucky hugged him impossibly closer. “I forgive you. Always, sweetheart.”

The tightness within Steve’s chest unraveled, and in that moment, he breathed anew. Relief washed over him – and he cried, and cried, like a person cries when they’re gifted with kindness for the first time in a very, very long time, he cried until he thought he’d exhausted all his tears.

Bucky laid them both back against his pillow, chest to chest, shushing Steve’s hiccupping breaths with whispers of sweet nothings, never once letting him go.

“All that’s left to do now,” he said softly then, pressing a kiss to Steve’s brow, “is for you to forgive yourself.”

Steve burrowed deeper into his warmth, spent.

It would take a long time for that, and a tough, strenuous walk on the tortuous path towards that healing place. In the meantime, though, he could wrap himself into the safety of Bucky’s arms, and slip into a dreamless sleep for once.

#stucky just stucky #stucky #stevebucky #rillers scribbles #I KNOW HONEY #THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WERE GOING FOR BUT I JUST HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM #I SHOULD NEVER BE ALLOWED TO TOUCH ANGST I'M OUT OF MY DEPTH AGSDJAHDKAJSJDLASKDJ #give me fluff please 😭😭#i need cuddles and smooches for my babies 😭😭#oh my god i cannot #*lies on the floor*#ALSO HONEY I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT DAY <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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I remember really liking "Don't be scared", I hope you can post it again somehow!

Hi there love! 💜

It took me so much time to write it the first time but it was one of my favorite. It's not the exact same as the first one but I tried my best

(Also, I hope it's this fanfic because I'm not sure 'don't be scared' was this one ahhahah)

Anyways, Enjoy <3

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Warnings : cries, employers bully little!reader, little reader pee on herself, angry daddies, scared reader

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : You go to work with your daddies but things don't go well.

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A hand is wondering around your back while another one is running on your arm. You open an eye and see your Papa looking down at you smiling "Hi there, sweetness" he says "Are you ready to get up ?"

You groan and hide your face in your pillow "too eawly" you mumble and your Daddy chuckles "It's earliy, yes, but we have a big day already planned. We can't be late" he says and you peer up at him "What plan ?"

He looks up at his husband with a grin. You always ask to go to work with them but neither of them want. It's a dangerous world there and they want to keep you as far from it as possible. However, today is your lucky day. They were supposed to stay home when unfortunaly they got a call from possible future investors. They want to have a meeting today while they're in town

Bucky quickly disagree with Steve when he proposed to take you with them. It means leaving you alone for a long time in their office while they’re doing business and he doesn't want you to feel abandonned. He's scared that you’ll lose yourself in the big building when you are looking for water or something

Steve is good at persuade people, it's his job after all so somehow he persuaded Bucky to say yes, which he did. So here they are, waking you up on a sunny sunday

"We're going on a little tripe and you come with us" he smiles and you frowns "what tripe ?"

"How about," you Papa starts. You turn your head to him "How about you come to work with us for the afternoon. After that we can go to the restaurant for kids you like so much"

You gasp and quickly stand up from your bed "What awe we waiting fow ? Business is waiting fow us" You say running everywhere to look for your best professional outfit

Bucky looks at his husband after watching you with a loving smile "are you sure about that ?"

Steve nods "Nothing will happen, Buck. Everything will be fine" he reassures his husband

Well, not everything...

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"Here, drink a little, baby" Bucky says as he gives you a bottle of water. You take it from him and rest your back against your Papa's chest. His hands are caressing your full belly and you sigh in contentement.

"the pasta were good ?" Your Papa asks from behind and you nod "vewy good, shank you" you say after swallowing the water. Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead "you're welcome, little one"

Steve looks at his watch and sighs "it's time for us to go, sweetness. Will you be okay ?" he asks peering down at you. You look up at him with sad eyes "do you have to go now ?" you ask and your Papa nods "yes, baby. We have important meetings. We talked about it, do you remember ?"

You nod and he smiles "but while we are working, you can sit on this seat," he says lifting you up and resting you on his huge seat " and watch as many movies or cartoons you want on the computer" he says kneeling infront of you

Your eyes widen and you gasp "even if it's more than one ?" Bucky chuckles from behind Steve and nods "even if it's more than one hundred" He smiles down at you and you giggle from happiness

Steve kisses your nose and stands up. You watch as your daddies put on their expensive black suits who hide their tattoos. Bucky puts on his gold watch while Steve adjusts his tie.

Bucky kisses your forehead and they are now out of the big office. You happily open the computer and start watching all the movies and cartoons you want.

After two hours of screen, your eyes are getting tired and it almost hurt to look at the computer. You get up from the seat and walk around the room to give your legs the time to woke up. Once you feel okay about walking, you step out of the office and walk down the hallway, trying to find the bathroom

"Hi, can I help you ?"

You turn around in a quick movement, shocked to hear someone talking to you but your shocked face change into a smily one when you see a sweet tall woman looking down at you "are you looking for someone ?" she asks and you shakes your head "are you looking for a room ?" she asks and you nods your head. "Are you looking for a bathroom or an office or maybe an elevator ?"

You nod when she says the word 'bathroom'. She smiles "you're looking for a bathroom ?" she asks to be sure and once again, you nod "it's down the hall, the last door to your left" she says pointing down the hallway

You look up at her "what's your name" you quietly ask and she smiles "My name is Megan, and you ? What's your name ?" Her long blond hair fall infront of her face when she looks down at you

"My name is Y/N but my daddies call me by little names and I like it better" you quietly say before walking to the way she told you without letting her time to answer

She looks at you with a smile before going back to work. She keeps walking her way to the meeting room where she's met with many intimatiding men around a table. She gives each of them the folds they need for the meeting before walking out of the room as discreetly as she came in

You walk down the hallway until you find the last door. You open it quickly, praying to go in a toilet soon. You freeze when you look up after closing the door. Two men are looking down at you while peeing. You probably cut their conversation short when you walked in. You turn around and are about to open the door when one of them talk "not so fast"

You listen like your daddies told you and turn back around making the other laugh "did she really listened to you ?"

"She sure did" he smirks turning around. You gasp when you see their bottom and quickly look up at their eyes. Your daddies are jealous so if they learn you saw the bottom of some strangers, they won't be happy with you and the last thing you want is to be in trouble

"What's your name ?" He asks eyeing you. You feel uncomfortable. They make you feel uncomfortable. The way they look at you, the way they talk to you, their voices. All of that alert you that you aren't in a safe place right now

But you can't go away. They told you to stay and your daddies don't like it when you don't listen to the orders who are told to you. You learn to be a good and obedient girl so if they learn you didn't listen and you saw their bottom, it's your bottom who will be red like blood tonight

"He asked you a question" the other one say through his teeth. They start walking toward you so you start walking backward. Their smirk is nothing like your daddies's. Theirs are sweet, playful, teasing. They wore their smirk when they're going to tease you and play with you, when they want to make you laugh.

The smirks of those men are everything but that. Theirs are scary, mean, vicious. There are much more words to describe it but you don't know all of them. It's just give you an uncomfortable and scary feeling

"let's try something else" he says "what's your name ?" Your back hit de door and you gasp knowing that you're trap now. Your eyes don't leave them, you watch every steps they make, every breath they take, every movements their eyes and mouths are doing.

You gasp once more time when a fist is slamming against your cheek causing you to lose your balance. Your hands are trembling and your laying still on the floor, you’re too scared to move or even cry

You close your eyes and fight the tears. Your ears are concentrated on the laughters who become more silent as the men walk away from the now quiet bathroom. You flinch when the door close behind you and that’s only when you start crawling to one of the cabinet, letting your cries out

Now you let go, you let go everything you were holding, everything

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‘’Three hours of meetings on a day where we were supposed to stay home is demoralizing’’ Steve sighs while signing the last folds

Bucky come back around the meeting table after walking out the businessmen. He snorts but agrees with Steve ‘’what do you think she’s doing right now ?’’ He asks watching Steve standing up. Steve smiles at the thought of his little girl curled up on his seat with probably now tired eyes from the screen

‘’Probably watching a movie or something’’ he shrugs and starts walking out of the meeting room. ‘’I bet it’s her fiftieth movie since we walk out’’ Bucky laughs and Steve quickly follows ‘’I’m sure she passed some scenes so she can watch as many as she can’’

Bucky laughs at that and walks inside their office while Steve went to give some folds to Megan, their assistant. When Bucky enters the room, his charming and welcome smile quickly disappear when he gaze the empty seat. ‘’Baby ?’’ He walks to the seat and sees the computer close making him frown.

He looks up expecting his baby girl when he hears the door but just find Steve walking inside the room. He smiles at Bucky but gives him a question look to the way his husband is looking at him ‘’what ?’’

‘’Where is she ?’’ Bucky tries to keep his calm but it’s quiet difficult right now. He told Steve it was a bad idea to let you alone. He should insisted more and made Megan stay with you. He was stupid on that, in his head, he hadn’t been responsable at all

‘’What are you talking about ?’’ Steve frowns and walks further inside the office. Bucky scoffs and shows the room with his arms, he has to bite the inside of his lip to not scream at his husband ‘’what I’m talking abou- Do you see her Steve !? Is she in the office right now !?’’ He loses his temper and yell the end of his sentence at his lover’s face

Steve’s frowns disappear and a anxious look appear, not because of Bucky but because he doesn’t see you and what he thought might be not the real situation ‘’wasn’t she here when you walked in ?’’ Steve starts to walk around the room. Bucky shakes his head and rests his hands on the desk Infront of him

‘’I thought she was in the closet to scare us, you know she loves hiding’’ Steve breathes, sliding his hand in his hair. Bucky frowns and looks at the closer door ‘’I didn’t looked in the closet’’ he says more to himself. It didn’t even crossed his mind that you might be in there

Steve groans ‘´Bucky’’ he walks to the closet and open the door. He looks in every corners, in between every stuffs there’s in there but nothing. You aren’t in there

Steve looks up at the ceiling, his hand on the door, ready to close it in one movement. All he can do right now is taking deep breath to calm himself down. One of them has to be calm and stay focused, and they both know that Bucky can’t do that, not when it’s with you, not here and not now

They both rush out of the office and go find Megan. She was in the hallway all the time so if their girl got out for whatever reason, she saw her. The tall woman turns around when her name is called ‘’Mr Barnes, Mr Rogers, is there something I can do for you ?’’ She politely asks

‘’Did you saw Y/N ?’’ Steve asks, his face screams the fear he is feeling and the last thing he’s thinking about is to hide it. Megan smiles and nods her head ‘’the sweet girl came to ask where was the bathroom. I told her where it was and she went that way’’

‘’Did you saw her coming back ?’’ Steve asks after looking toward the bathroom. He feels Bucky ready to jump above his husband and runs toward the doors who might separate you from them.

She shakes her head ‘´after I gave you the folds earlier, I was called in the third floor for a while so I didn’t saw her coming back, I wasn’t there’’ she watches as both men quickly go to the bathroom. She follows behind them, she maybe can help them more.

Bucky opens the door on their left and rushes inside followed by his husband and Megan. ‘’Baby ?’´ he calls but doesn’t have an answer back. Both him and Steve go on their knees to look under the cabinets doors but when they don’t see your naked feet or something who might told them you were here they get up. Bucky’s fists is tight against his side and his anger has some problems staying inside him.

‘’What did you told her ?’’ Bucky closes his eyes and concentrate on keeping his calm. The last thing he want is to scare you once they find you

Megan frowns looking at her bosses ‘’what ?’’

‘’what did you told her when she asked for the bathroom ?’’ Steve rephrases

‘’I told her the bathroom was down the hallway on her left and I watched her-‘’ she’s cuts off by Bucky’s groans ‘´she doesn’t know where her left is’’ he opens the door frustrated he didn’t thought about it earlier and walk straight to the door across them.

Megan understands she’s more on the way that anything so she quickly excused herself after apologising for her mistake.

Steve closes the door behind them and like in the precedent room, they kneel down and look under the cabinets. Bucky sighs when he sees you curled up between a toilet and the wall. Steve comes to his side and he sighs in relief as well ‘’baby ?’’ Bucky gently says ‘’what are you doing hiding there ?’’

The only thing who is heard from you is your sobs and sniffs

‘’Sweetness, please come out’’ Steve’s says, his heart hurts from this sight of you ‘’for us’’ Bucky adds but you just shake your head who is still in between your knees as they’re wrapped around your arms

‘’Baby, we just want to see your beautiful face. Please come and tell us what happened. We won’t be mad, we just want to hold you’’ Bucky pleads and at the words ‘we won’t be mad’, you lift your head a little so your eyes are seen. Bucky smiles when he sees your deep eyes ‘’please ?’’

You stand up on your shaky legs and you open the door. You look down at your feet, not wanting to look in your daddies’s eyes.

‘’Little one ?’’

You sniff and decide to finally look up. To your surprise, on your daddies’s face there’s just relief and worries. Your Daddy opens his arms for you and gives you a reassuring smile ‘’come here’’

You start to cry again and walk to your daddy with your arms up in the aire. He lifts you up and you immediately hide your face on his neck, Steve caresses your back as they whisper sweet words in your ears.

Bucky felt you were wet in between your legs and he assumes you were just ashamed you peed on yourself, but he’s far away from what really happened.

‘’Why don’t we go on our office. We’ll set you down on the couch and we’ll change your clothes. Are you okay with it, baby ?’’ He asks kissing your head and he feels you nodding in his neck. Steve walks Infront of you, he opens the doors and close them, he glared at everyone who is looking at you.

They tried to be fast because they know you’re embarrassed and they don’t want to make you feel any more bad. Once the doors of their office are close, Bucky walks to the couch and sits on it, resting you on his laps. Your side is against his chest and your Papa sats beside you, resting your legs and feet on is own laps.

Bucky’s hand is stroking your back and the back of your neck while Steve is stroking your feet. ‘’Do you wanna tell us what happened ?’’ Steve asks looking at you

You nod fidgeting with your fingers who rest on your belly. Your daddies wait the moment you’re ready to explain what happened, they don’t push you, they simply wait and comfort you in the meantime

‘’I wanted t-to pee so I went to the bathwoom like she told me but-t I entered the wwong woom and thewe was alweady men inside’’ you breath through your sobs before continuing ‘’they tuwned awound and that’s when I saw they wewe peeing’’ you turn to your daddies ‘’I sowwy. I didn’t mean to see it. I sowwy, pwease’’ you cry

Bucky grabs your cheeks and turns you’re head to him ‘’breath, little one. It’s okay, you’re not in trouble for what happened. Keep taking deep breath and when you’re ready to keep going, you do, but keep in that little mind of yours that you aren’t in trouble and you won’t be’’ his lips met your nose and you close your eyes, taking deep breathes like he said

‘’They wewe scawing me and they s-swap me’’ you cry touching your cheek who is still sensible.

Bucky’s blood run cold the second he hears those words going out of your mouth. He can’t believe it. Did you really said that ? Did he hears you correctly ? Maybe he has to ask you to repeat to be sure. No, he can’t do that. It already traumatised you enough, he won’t ask you to repeat it knowing that it scare you

‘’They slap you ?’’ Steve asks, shocked and anger fighting each other in his body. You weakly nod your head before hiding your face in your daddy’s chest. Steve keeps rubbing your feet, trying to make you feel other things than fear and pain.

Bucky and Steve look at each other, both burning with anger. They give each other one look and one nod. Juste with that, Steve knows what he has to do and Bucky knows it too. Steve kisses you toes making your curled them before getting up from the couch. He walks to the closet to grab a jogging for you before going out of the office.

You whimper when you hear the door closing. You don’t know if it’s someone who walked in or someone who walked out but in both situation, you don’t like it. Your Daddy shushes you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight against his body. ‘’We’re here now. Nothing else will happen. You’re fine and we’ll take care of you, like we always do. You’re safe with us’’ he whispers against her head before kissing it

You flinch when the door close one more time. Steve makes his way toward the couch. He lifts your legs to sit under them and rests them back on his laps ‘’I got you a pack of ice, it’s for your cheek,’’ he starts, giving it to Bucky. Your Daddy grabs your chin and your face appears back. He smiles and kisses your forehead. You rest the side of your head against his chest and he puts the pack of ice against your cheek making you whine at the cold sensation ‘’I know sweetness but it’ll be better afterward, I promise’ Steve says

He starts to remove your pants and panties making you shiver from the cold breeze who hits your skin. Bucky hold the pack in one hand and strokes your belly with the other. He knows it calm you down when someone does that to you so every time you’re scared after a nightmare or every time you feel sick, a huge tattooed hand is wondering around your belly.

Steve is quick to put the clothes back on you. He knows you’re cold and the pack of ice against your cheek doesn’t help to warmth you up a bit. He wiggled his fingers on your soles after hearing you sniffing again. He smiles when he hears your beautiful giggles coming out of your mouth. You kick your legs and bring them against you, your soles are now against your Daddy’s legs, hiding from your Papa. He laughs at that and watch you curled up your toes in protection

He benches over to kiss your nose ‘’ I love hearing those sounds, I’ll do everything to hear them all day’’ you smile at him through your wet eyes and it warmth your daddy’s hearts.

‘’We go home now. It’s enough work for today’’ Steve says standing up. He walks to the seat you were before they went to their meetings and grabs your shoes and sockets. He puts them in your bag and turns around waiting for you and Bucky. You wrap your arms around your daddy’s neck and lock your ankles around his waist. Bucky slides a paci in your mouth

As he carries you out of the office he whispers in your ear ‘’if you see the meanie men you saw in the bathroom, can you tell me ?’’

You nod and rest your head against his shoulder to look around when he walks. Your eyes fall on everything who move and you wait patiently the moment where you’ll see the men again

You lift your head from your daddy’s shoulder and point in the aire ‘’is hem’’ you say through your paci and your daddies’s head snaps at where your finger points ‘´the blond one and the redhead one ?’’ Steve asks eyeing the two men and you nod

‘’Which one slapped you ?’’ Bucky asks tightening his grip around you.

You hide your face in his neck ‘’blond’’ you mumble and feel your daddies walking again

Steve smirks thinking about the day they’ll have tomorrow. He thinks about all the dirty things they’ll do to those men who dared touch you. They’ll have fun

#@aagn360 #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddies!stucky #daddy!bucky #little space #little!reader #bucky barnes #papa!steve #steve rogers #stucky x little reader #tickles #tickle fic #cries #scared reader #cuddles #comfort

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rosduncan · 3 months

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Secondhand hyperfixation in my house has escalated to me having this stuck in my head for the last few days. Finally got it on paper and I'm pretty happy with it tbh.

#stucky #mcu #pencil art #sketch #captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #cuddles

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yesand87 · 2 years

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Stucky Comfort Fanart by

#littlewolf #littlewolf82 #stucky fanart #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #comfort #cuddles #pre serum stucky #pre serum steve

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greekgeek24 · 6 months

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#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #coffin cuddling #my art

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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So much Steve and Bucky in my feed today andnit is putting me in all the softest Stucky feels today. This is exactly what I needed on a Sunday.

#stucky #all the feels #soft feels #let me just cuddle up in thebmiddle today please

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chaossmagic · 2 months

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i think we as a fandom don't talk often enough about platonic co-sleeping stucky, both when they were kids and then when they shared a bed as adults for almost a decade, keeping each other warm and safe and protected at night by snuggling up to each other like puppies in a litter, and then cuddling up together for warmth and safety when they had no money for fuel and their threadbare blankets did nothing to keep out the hard winter chill, feeling safe inhaling each other's familiar scents and knowing that whatever happened, nothing was ever going to split up the steve-and-bucky duo they'd had going since they were small enough to actually fit comfortably on a single mattress in the bedroom bucky shared with becca. just. co-sleeping stucky.

#personal #the intimacy of being held and cuddled during your most vulnerable period of the day #and knowing you are safe and with someone who loves you #stucky #marvel #mcu

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pahtoosh · 1 year

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Imagine daddy Bucky got home from an exhausting mission in the middle of the night and finding Steve (who took care of you) all cuddled up with you in their bed.

Because he didn’t want to wake any of you he decided to sleep on the couch and fell asleep before he could even get out of his work clothes.

When you wake up in the morning and realize your other daddy is back but looking so exhausted in his sleep you carefully put your favorite blanky over him and lay your best stuffy next to him to protect your daddy in his sleep.

Whit a gentle kiss on his cheek you wish him alllll the good dreams 🥺

missing Baba

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18+

wc: 1170 words

warnings: fluff. baby is whiny because they miss baba so much. written on my phone

a/n: WAAAAA MY FIRST REQUEST😭🫶💥🥰💫❤️🥹 i really hope you like this🫂

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

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“Honey, I need both of my hands to cut the strawberries,” Steve sighed.

You whined and pouted some more before realizing that you weren’t going to get your way this time: your dada is one of the most stubborn men on the planet. You let out a huff and dropped Steve’s hand before walking behind him and smooshing your face to his back and clinging onto his shirt.

Steve continued his fruit preparation with his sniffling baby hanging onto him like a barnacle. Normally he’d scold you for being whiny, but you’d been having a difficult week. Bucky had to leave for a last minute mission. It was so last minute that you didn’t know about it until he was gone. You fell onto the floor in a heap of tears when you woke up and found out. Steve said Bucky gave you a kiss goodbye while you were sleeping, but that only made you cry harder. Why didn’t they wake you up? Now, your Baba was gone for an indefinite period of time and you couldn’t even call him.

Steve finished chopping and placing the last of his fruits into containers for the fridge. He might have a clingy baby on his hands, but he’s still doing his meal prep. He shuffled over to wash the dishes with you hanging onto him. When that was done, he let you hold his hand again and help him put the fruit into the fridge.

“How about we call it an early night? You wanna sleep in Dada and Baba’s bed again?”

You nodded and followed Steve to the bathroom to change into pajamas and brush your teeth.

Your dada helped you get comfortable under the covers before sliding into the other side himself. “Do you want a bedtime story, sweetness?”

You shook your head and buried yourself into his shirt like before.

“Honey, I know you miss Baba but he’ll be back. He always comes back. Pouting and whining won’t make him come home sooner. And if you think about something other than how much you miss your Baba, the time will fly by and before you know it he’ll be home again.”

This was more or less the same spiel he’d given you a few times this week. It didn’t resonate with you then, but you were willing to give it a chance now. You were tired of being sad. You released your iron grip and looked at Steve.

“Can we read if you gibe a mouse a cookie? Please?”

Steve smiled and kissed your forehead. “Of course.”

Two books later, you and Dada conked out. You both slept so deeply that you missed the text notifications from Bucky on Steve’s phone. He had finished the mission and was on the way home.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Bucky sprinted off the quinjet. He put off doing his debrief for another day because he missed you and Steve so much. This mission was the longest one he’d been on since your little family got together, and not getting to say a proper goodbye to you made his heart ache so much more.

He finally made it to the apartment and placed his duffel bag on the floor. It was only 10pm but your home was silent. While it was past your bedtime, he could usually hear Steve either doing chores, flipping through a book, or drawing in his sketchbook. Quietly, Bucky made his way through the apartment to find his husband and baby.

After seeing your empty room, he went next door to his and Steve’s room. His heart caught in his chest at the sight he was greeted with. Steve was laying on his back, one arm flung out and the other curled around your back. You were sleeping with half your body on Steve’s and one of your hands gripped onto his shirt, no doubt leaving a pattern of wrinkles. A couple of books were placed haphazardly on the bed as if you fell asleep halfway through reading and kicked the books away in your sleep.

Bucky chuckled at the sight and snuck a photo. He didn’t want to wake either of you, so he tiptoed out of the room and shut the door. The exhaustion from this mission was catching up to him, so he flopped onto the couch and fell asleep, tac gear and all.

When morning came, you were the first to wake up. You rubbed your eyes, frustrated at the sun for shining in the most inconvenient spot. Eventually, you got up and padded to the kitchen for a snack before breakfast. Still rubbing your eyes, you almost missed the figure on your couch. You gasped and then covered your mouth, waking Baba was like poking a sleeping bear sometimes.

The couch didn’t look very comfortable to sleep on, especially the way Bucky was doing it with all those straps and belts digging into him. You went to your bedroom and grabbed your softest blankie and Ellie the elephant. You tiptoed back to Bucky and placed Ellie in his arms and the blankie over both of them, holding your breath the whole time. You tried using all the sneaky strategies auntie Nat taught you. She didn’t tell you to leave a kiss on your target’s cheek, but it felt right.

With phase one of welcoming Baba home completed, you moved into phase two: making him a welcome home drawing.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Steve woke up with a big yawn and a stretch. He was surprised that you weren’t in bed, but not worried. He was happy to see some of your independence coming back. He quickly got ready for the day and picked up his phone to check his emails. He practically sprinted through the hallway when he saw his texts.

“Bucky? Buck, are you home?”

Bucky groaned before half-heartedly sticking a hand in the air. “On the couch.” He wasn’t quite ready to get up so he snuggled into his oddly shaped pillow.

Steve laughed when he finally saw his partner. “So I assume the position for your cuddle buddy is already taken?”

“Huh?” Bucky blearily looked up at Steve and then down at the plastic eyes gazing into his soul.

Steve leaned down to kiss Bucky, interrupting the staring contest. “Glad to have you back, Sergeant.”

Bucky gave a crooked smile. “Glad to be back. Although it looks like one of you is more considerate of my need for sleep.”

Steve opened his mouth to tease back but was cut off by a shout and the sound of running on the hardwood floor.

“Baba! You awake!” You ran to give Bucky a hug.

“Hi, little baby. Thanks for sharing Ellie and your blankie.”

“Made you a card too, Baba!” You ran back to your bedroom and your daddies heard the sound of something falling and a small oof.

Their eyes widened in panic.

“I’m okay!” you shouted.

“I’m gonna supervise,” Steve said, already making his way down the hall.

Bucky relaxed back into the couch. It was good to be home.

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #cuddles #sfw regression #agre fic #marvel agere #missing baba #missing-baba #this has been sitting in my google docs for a week🫣#i wanted to love it before i shared it and i definitely love it right now!!#this was a joy to write #toosh writes #requests

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savvyblunders · 1 year

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Stucky in the Middle With You

Tony woke to the feeling of soft fingers lightly skimming over his chest, briefly covering the arc reactor. He blinked his heavy eyes open. The pale blue light, only slightly dimmed by his thin white t-shirt, lit the bedroom with a soft, soothing glow.

He trapped the large hand under his own, giving it a warm squeeze. "You're here in the tower, in bed, with me and Steve."

"I know," Bucky returned in an equally soft voice, "Not having a flashback, doll."

Despite their low pitched tones, on the other side of Bucky, Steve stirred. One muscled arm, resting over Bucky's waist, turned into a caress that swept up Bucky's stomach and chest. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," Bucky exhaled on a soft laugh. "You two stop mother henning me. I'm fine."

"Uhn-uhn," Tony denied, putting his fingers over Bucky's sinfully beautiful lips. He blinked sleepily, "In this house we don't--"

"--use the F-word," Steve and Bucky finished in unison.

Tony grinned, "Alright, yes, I know, I may be over-thinking this, big surprise. But seriously Bucky-bear, are you okay? Usually when you wake up in the middle of the night you're fighting demons."

"Tony's right, honey," Steve murmured, pressing a kiss behind Bucky's ear. Tony smiled at the way Bucky's eyes closed and his head tilted. He'd never get tired of watching his two handsome boyfriends together. "You sure everything's okay?"

"I wasn't having a nightmare or anything. I had to pee and for just a second when I woke up I couldn't remember where I was. When I was," Bucky turned his head so Steve could place a sweet kiss on his lips, "but then I felt your arms around me, saw Tony sleepin' all beautiful in the glow of the reactor...I remembered real quick. So then," his voice dropped almost shyly, "I remembered. I remembered everything between us, and how much I love you both. I was just laying here thinking how lucky I am."

"We're the lucky ones, baby," Tony murmured, raising Bucky's fingers to his lips for a tender kiss. "I'm glad sleeping between us seems to be helping with anchoring you in the present."

"Helps so much, doll," Bucky said hoarsely. He drew Tony closer and laid a soft kiss on his lips, rubbing his nose softly against Tony's, bringing a smile to his lips. "'m lucky to have you both."

"We're the lucky ones," Steve said, sounding emotional. He smoothed Bucky's tangled hair, pressed a kiss to his shoulder, meeting Tony's eyes with a smile. "I'm the lucky one."

"I think I can definitely say that I'm the lucky one in this relationship," Tony teased, and "I'm a genius so you can both save your arguments."

"Who me? Argue?" Steve sounded innocent as a choir boy but Tony and Bucky both laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, ya mugs." He kissed Bucky's head, then stretched. "Now I gotta pee."

"I could stand to go," Tony agreed, sitting up.

"I never went," admitted Bucky, stretching a little in the open space between them. "I was too comfortable in your arms." He suddenly vaulted over Tony, who squawked, "Beat ya to it, Rogers!"

"Not if I get there first, ya punk!" Steve rolled quickly out of bed, jerking the last of the covers from Tony as he raced after Bucky.

Tony flopped back in bed, grinning. Damn super soldiers and their super bladders would be peeing for at least a minute straight. Looks like he'd have to wait on them. That was fine, he'd wait forever for his fellas. Here in this bed where they shut out the rest of the world.

Thank you to @cumberbatchedandgatissmitten who reminded me last night that I don't have to write a novel and I am not under any obligation to finish my WIPs. Writing (and finishing!) this wee bit of a thing was cathartic.

#Stucky in the Middle With you #Stuckony #Tony Stark pov #Established relationship #Softe bois #Middle of the night cuddles

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rillils · 8 months

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I JUST SAW SOMEONE SAY THAT BENTLEY WAS A CHILD OF DIVORCE

AND LIKE, SO AM I 😭😭

they're absolutely right about the Bentley 😭 and shit honey, let's be real, we're all children of the ineffable divorce here 😭😭

how I envision myself these days:

#stucky just stucky #personal #hugs all 'round honey 💕💕💕#at this point i'm just glued to your side #it's an emergency cuddle!!

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buckybuckyboo · 3 months

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Just want a cuddle session with Bucky 🥺 Steve too if he wants to join. I just need some hugs 😔

#i'll be fine after a while #would just like a little cuddle #bucky #steve #stucky

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Hey! Can you write one where little reader tries to convince stucky to get a puppy?

I love your page!

Hi there love! Thank you for the request. I hope you like how I turned it 💜

Thank you so much ❤️

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Warnings : litte reader is a vicius manipulative one in this one, paci, stuffie, mention of punishment, soft punishment, tease, pouty little reader, vicious daddies, cuddle, fluff, pet name

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Even the most adorable puppy eyes can’t get you a puppy ? Let’s see about that…

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"Daddyyyyy" You sing as you jump on his laps. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you "what is it, little one ?" You look up at him "do you like Bucksie ?" you ask biting your lips.

Ah, Bucksie. He chuckles "of course I like Bucksie, Beautiful" This cause a huge smile on your face. Bucksie is a stuffie your daddies got you for christmas last year. It's a white puppy and you take it everywhere you go. You can't sleep if it's not in your arms, you don't like tv marathon in the evening if it's not beside you or with one of your daddies and you’re sick in the car if it's not in your hands to distracted you.

It's your bestfriend

"why are you asking me that ?" he asks tilting his head as he stares at your beautiful features "He good puppy Daddy, isn't he ?" you ask looking up at him with your big dreamy eyes. Your Daddy smiles and nods "he is the best, always so good and he always calm you down so why I wouldn't like it ?" his fingers are running down your hair and his eyes are still running around your face features

"Can I have anothew one ?" You ask shyly, your fingers fidgeting with each others, you nervously wait for his answer. His deep laugh vibrates the inside of your body because of yours still resting on him "I don't see why I would say no" he smiles when he hears your gasp. You turn your head to his "weally ?"

He nods once again with his loving smile "Yes, really" he says pocking his nose against yours making you giggle.

You bite your lips as your smile appears on your face "can i go tell Papa ?" you ask kicking your legs from joyce. The little energy you have in your body is about to run out.

"Go," he says "but don't run" he adds and you nod "pwomise, daddy" You kiss his cheek before getting up and start walking as fast as you can to your Papa's office.

You stop when you're infront of the door. You're about to open it but remember that you can't without knocking. So your little fists dance around the door annoncing at your Papa that it's no one else but you

You hear a muffle 'come in' so you open the door and enter quietly to not disturb him.

He already knew it was you, every time you are excited and have to ask something or when you're just in a happy mood, your hands knock all over the door. He looks up from his folds and smiles when he sees you infront of the door, waiting for him to tell you to come to him

"there's my beautiful baby" He smiles looking at you. You smile and wave at him but still remaind at your post "come here, sweetness. Come tell Papa what's got you in a good mood" he says patting his laps. You make your way to him and climb on his laps with his help. Your chest is infront of his and his hands are on your back to support you. You smile when his gaze is on you

"Papaaa" you sing just like with your daddy. He smiles and nods "Yess, sweets. I'm listening" he rest his back on the seat and make himself comfortable, knowing you won't go to the point immediatly

"do you like Bucksie ?" you ask peering up at him. He smiles thinking about that stuffie of yours "of course i like him, baby" His hands are caressing up and down your back giving you a massage sensation.

Another thing you love about your daddies is that whenever you're in their arms or beside them, they rub a part of your body, your belly to calm you down, your legs, your feet, your hand, your back or your arms. Everywhere they can put their hands on, they do

"can I have another one ?" you whisper and he frowns "don't you think Bucksie will be jealous if you have another friend like him ?" one of his hand is still on your back while the other is wondering on your belly.

"But told me he wanted anothew one like him. He wants a fwiend, Papa" You say pouting. Your Papa lifts your shirt so his fingers are wondering around your skin and he sighs "well, I guess you were good this week so we can go look for a new stuffie puppy this afternoon"

Your eyes widen from happiness and you gasp "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles and wiggles a finger in your belly button making you laugh "yes, really" he smiles seeing you fighting his finger "but you have to be good until there" he says stopping his teasing so your attention is back on him

You nod "I pwomise, Papa"

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You walk down the street between your daddies, Your hands holding your daddies's and your smile on your face. You look around the street, smiling even more when you see people with their dogs.

You still can't believe your plan worked. In your head it's all good now, you'll have your puppy but in your daddies head, it's another thing.

You stop walking when there's a puppy store on the street. You let go of your daddies hands making them turning around to look at where you're going. You walk to the window and smile at all the little puppy who are playing or sleeping. You quickly find the one who look like Bucksie and you jump on your feet, pointing him "is him!" you squeal turning around

Your daddies look at each other, Bucky frowns at his husband while Steve arches an eyebrow "what are you talking about ?"

You look back at the sleeping white puppy "is this one Bucksie want" you say with a smile on your face. Your daddies walks beside you and look inside the store. Steve turns to you "But sweetness. This is a real puppy. Bucksie wants a stuffie and we agreed with a stuffie. You can't have a real puppy" he says and you're happy face change into a angry one

"But Daddy said i could" You cross your arms. Your Daddy's head snaps down at you while Steve looks up at his husband, ready to jumps on him "what ?!"

Bucky shakes his head "I never said that. I said I was okay with a new stuffie, just like your Papa just said." He looks up at Steve "You know I would never have told her yes for a puppy before talking with you" Steve sighs and nods "i know, Buck"

They look down at you "We're going to the playstore, not in this one" Steve says giving you his hand to go back into your walk "But Papa said yes too" you mumble pouting

Steve sighs and kneels infront of you "we never said yes for a puppy. You manipulated us and unfortunaly for you it didn't work. So either you apologize and we go to the store for a new stuffie but you get ride of that pouty face or we can go home without a new stuffie and a punishment" he says and your eyes are watering "what do we do ?"

You turn your back at him and he sighs standing up "alright, I guess I know the answer"

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It's been three days now. Three days that you're dying for a puppy. When you came home that day you were send to a time out in your bedroom and you have to go to sleep earlier without cartoons for a week.

You were suppose to sleep right now but you can't. All you can think about is the puppy you want. All you can think about is the games you want to play with him. You want a new friend and you sure will do everything to have him

You get up from bed, your paci correctly put in your mouth and your Bucksie warmth up in your arms. You make your way to your daddies's bedroom, praying for them to not be mad at you for being awake this late. You carefully open their bedroom door and step inside. The dark of their room make your muscle tremble a little but you know your Bucksie is here to protect you as much as your daddies do

You walk to Bucky's side of the bed and shake his hand. You watch as his eyes open before blinking a few times. He lifts his head a little with sleepy eyes "Baby ?" his sleepy voice rings around the room "what are you doing here ? Why don't you sleep ?"

"Can't seep" you whisper "want daddies" you add and your Daddy smiles at you. He shifts a litte and opens the sheets for you to come in. You climb with his help in the bed and you lay down between your warm dadides. Your scooping closer to your Daddy, your head against his chest with your Bucksie between you both "why can't you sleep ?" he asks not whispering, knowing that your Papa is now awake and watch you both

"Bucksie was talting too much" you say looking down at your stuffie. Your Daddy hums, sliding his fingers down your arms "what was he saying ?"

"He was talting about a new puppy" you say "he is sad he can't have one"

Your Daddy looks beind you at Steve who is shaking his head with a knowing grin "what did you told him ?" Bucky asks looking back at you "Told him you said no" you say playing with Bucksie's ears "So now he mad at you"

Bucky chuckles "Oh, yeah ?" he looks behind him at Steve who nods. His eyes are back on you "well you can tell Bucksie that if you're good for another month, if you do your housework without complaining, if you clean your playroom after playing inside and if you don't whine about going to bed. Bucksie can have a puppy" he says watching your face

A whole month ? Doing all of that ? That's a lot. That's way too much for you and you know that. You daddies knows that as well.

"and if you have one. You will have to come every time when it's time to take him for a walk, even if you're playing. He won't go upstairs and you'll have to feed him. And it's important things you can't forget, either way we won't be able to keep it. Do you understand ?" Your Papa says from behind running his fingers up and down your back

That's a lot of responsable things. But you're a big girl, you'll be able to do all of that. You'll prove them you can do it, that you can be responsable

Like you said, you're going to do everything to have a puppy.

#@aagn360 #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddies!stucky #daddy!bucky #little space #little!reader #bucky barnes #papa!steve #steve rogers #stucky x little reader #cuddles #punishment #soft punishment #puppy #tickle fic #stucky #comfort #tickles #ticklish reader

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Stucky: Wintertime Sickfic Part 2

You can read part 1 HERE

Disclaimer 1: I do not own anything in the MCU.

Disclaimer 2: Steve deals with his trauma related to the plane crash and freezing by facing it head on. I am not an expert in dealing with trauma, so I do not recommend this method for everyone.

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Bucky snuggled closer to where Steve had been, but he only felt air. He blinked his eyes open to find where Steve went. He saw him huddled over a pot of what smelled like soup over the stove. Bucky sat up and shivered when the blankets slipped. Steve saw the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Mbornin’ Bun,” Steve sniffled, wiping his nose on his shoulder. Bucky grabbed the topmost blanket from the bed and wrapped it around himself.

“Mornin’ babydoll,” Bucky yawned. He shuffled behind Steve and wrapped his arms and the blanket cape around him. Steve snuggled up to him and stifled a cough.

Bucky kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. “You feel warmb, honey.”

Steve coughed again. “It’s ‘cause I’ve been over dthe stove all mording. You’re warmb too.”

“Dhat’s ‘cause I’ve been in bed all mborning. You sound so snuffly, too,” Bucky said as he pressed a kiss to Steve's neck.

Steve pretended not to hear Bucky and just focused on stirring the soup. "Stormb is still going strodg. *snff* Mighdt have to wait a bit for dhat bubble hod tub."

"Hopefully not too long. *snff-snff* You sound like you need it," Bucky worried. Steve turned away to cough again. Bucky used this time to blow his nose. "You want me to take over while you warm up in bed?"

"No, I thingk dhe soup's warmb edough…," Steve was cut off by a tickle in his nose. He barely had enough time to turn away from the stove before it happened. "*ih… hih… ihhTSHSH! Heh-KSCHMPHhh! Ehh'shmphff! Ugh...*"

"Bless you! Those just sounded like they hurt," Bucky sighed, wrapping the blanket around Steve. The blonde looked at him with sleepy eyes, a red nose, and fluffy bed head. He was about to protest again, but was cut off by a coughing fit.

"Bun?" Steve began.

"I got it, honey," Bucky answered. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll bring it to you?"

Steve nodded. He shuffled over to the rickety dining table then blew his nose, too. Bucky handed him a bowl of hot soup and a spoon. He kissed Steve's forehead again then sat beside him.

"Thank you," Steve smiled. Bucky returned the expression when Steve brought the blanket over his shoulders, too.

"Id's so code in here," Steve muttered.

"It'll ged beter once the *fih… hih-ih hihh'TCHSHhoo!* once dhe fire's on," Bucky insisted with a sniffle. He felt Steve shiver then kiss his cheek.

"Should we call the others and let them kn-know… *hih* know we're *hih uhhchssmpff!* led themb know we're gonna be studck *heh- eihh-t'shshxxx!*" Steve wiped his nose on the edge of his blanket again..

"Yeah, we should. *ehhTSCHhuugh!* And you should stop trying to hold back your sneezes. You're gonna get a nosebleed and I only have so many tissues!" Bucky chastised.

Steve nodded. "When dhe storm clears up a bit, I'll give 'em a call. There's a strong radio id dhe Quidjet. *hishhhoo!* It should be able to readch themb."

"You shouldn't go out there when you're sick, baby. It'll just make things worse. And we both know that storm isn't slowing any time soon," Bucky argued. He shuddered harshly as he brought the spoon up to his mouth again and dropped it into the bowl with a loud *CLINK!*. Bucky fished out his spoon and tried to pretend like nothing happened.

“What else could we do, Buck-Buck? Our only chance of getting out of here might be that radio. Nobody would even start to worry about us for the next few days, then who knows when they’ll send a search party. We don’t have enough supplies to last that long. And frankly, I don’t think either one of us wants to be frozen again,” Steve reasoned.

“Then let me do it!” Bucky insisted. “I’m used to doing missions in the snow. And besides, you already nearly froze last night.”

“What about your arm?” Steve worried. “We weren’t out in the snow for very long yesterday, but you were still almost frozen. I’ve also been working with the Quinjet longer. I can find a way to make that radio work.”

It was a good thing that Steve was using his puppy eyes to convince Bucky to let him go out; although he was making great points, Bucky still didn’t want him to go outside. Bucky sighed in defeat and nodded.

Steve perked up. “Thanks, Bun! It’ll be really quick, I promise,” he said, standing up. Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder to gently push him back down.

“Soup first. It’ll at least keep you a little warmer,” he explained.

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The snow was piled so high outside that none of the doors couldn’t be opened without an avalanche rushing into the cabin. The super soldiers decided to use the window in the bathroom as their door for the time being. The window was high enough that it hadn’t been snowed over yet, and the bathroom door could be shut to keep more of the cold air from seeping into the rest of the cabin.

Bucky and Steve took the time to fill the bath halfway with water from the tap before the latter went outside. The tap water was chilly, so they used whatever pots and pans they had to boil water and add it to the bath. Once the water was just above lukewarm, it was time for Steve to go out. He only had on his jeans and long sleeved shirt to keep him warm. The blonde was already shivering before the window was opened.

“Stevie, I really think you should at least put on a jacket and gloves. You’re already cold, and it’ll be worse once you get outside,” Bucky pleaded.

Steve shook his head and rubbed his arms. “The s-s-snow’s gonna soak th-through all m-m-my l-layers. It’s b-b-better to keep th-them here s-s-so I can w-wear ‘em to warm up.”

Bucky was really starting to regret letting Steve do this. “Alright. You have fifteen minutes before I follow you out there to make sure you’re not freezing to death again.”

With that, Bucky opened the window, shivering harshly as the wind and snow snuck in. Steve took half a step back, then a couple of quick strides before finally diving out of the window. He heard the window shut behind him once he landed.

Steve shakily pushed himself out of the snow and started to walk. The snow was still so loose he kept sinking down to his knees with every step. The snow crept down into his boots and clung to his pants. The captain pulled his sleeves over his hands, then tucked them under his arms. He was starting to wish he listened to Bucky about bringing gloves.

Finally, the silhouette of the Quinjet came into view. Poor Steve was absolutely covered in snow, his whole body shuddering, his teeth chattering so much Bucky probably heard it, and his feet were numb. Steve continued on until he reached the entrance. His trembling, ice cold fingers struggled to open the ramp with the emergency lever. It didn’t help that every time he moved his arms away from himself, the wind would take advantage of his exposed side.

The soldier almost cried when the ramp slowly lowered itself down. Steve didn’t wait for it to open all the way. He scrambled inside the second the opening was big enough. Now that he was out of the storm, the Quinjet felt almost cozy. It was still absolutely frigid in there, but it was just cold: not windy and snowy and wet and cold like outside. Steve took a few moments to thaw out his hands so he could operate the radio. A small gust of wind would sneak in through the ramp every once in a while, sending a chill up his spine. While he was waiting he glanced around in the hope that maybe he and Bucky overlooked a blanket or a coat. He knew it wasn’t likely, but Steve was so cold he had to try.

“*guh… ugh… ugh’HHhhh’tschIIEW!*” Steve sniffled, then wiped his nose on his sleeve. He kept rubbing his hands and blowing into them, but it was hardly doing anything. Steve was too cold to keep waiting. He wanted to get back inside with his warm boyfriend and their warm-ish bed. So, the Captain struggled to turn on the radio with unsteady hands. It took a few tries because he kept accidentally pressing the wrong button or flipping an extra switch. At long last, Steve got a signal. He hugged himself while he waited for it to stabilize, praying that he could control his rattling teeth enough to convey a message.

“Huh… Hello? D-D-Does an-nyone c-c-c-cop-py?” Steve called. There was nothing but silence and Steve’s shivering for an agonizing few moments. And then, a miracle happened.

“This is Falcon. I copy. You alright Cap?” Sam answered. Steve wanted to cry with relief.

“Y-Y-Y-Yeah. Uh-Uhm, B-B-B-B-Buck-cky and I-I are s-s-s-strand-ded ou-ou-out he-here unt-t-t-til the-the-the… *fffffff* t-til th-th-the s-s-s-s-st-storm p-p-p-pass-ses. W-W-We’re c-c-c-c-c-cold *buh-buh-buh*but fffffin-ne,” Steve chattered. He prayed Sam understood him.

“Copy. I’ll have S.H.I.E.L.D. drop some supplies out to you guys. We’ll keep an eye on the storm from here. Once we have an opening, we’re gonna get you guys outta there. You guys need anything else besides food, water, medical supplies, and extra blankets?” Sam replied.

“A-A b-b-b-batt-t-tery p-p-pow-wered sp-sp-sp-sp-spa-ace *huh-huh*heat-ter m-m-m-might b-be n-n-n-ni-nice,” Steve half-joked and half-wished.

“Got it. Now go back inside before you turn into a Capsicle again. Over and out,” Sam agreed.

Steve turned off the radio, then sat back in the pilot chair. He did it. He and Bucky were gonna be okay. Steve pushed himself up to head back inside. The howling wind hit him like a bus, making his already violent shaking worse. Steve struggled to get the ramp closed again. This time, he had to hold it up with one hand and reset the switches with his other. The wind blew at him from seemingly everywhere at once. It kept lifting up his shirt and making his stomach spasm hard enough from the chill that Steve almost doubled over a few times.

The Captain reluctantly gave up after a few tries. Bucky’s threat of following him outside convinced Steve to leave the ramp down. Besides, they were in the middle of nowhere in a storm. He doubted anybody would mess with the Quinjet. Steve followed his deep footprints back to the cabin. He tried to step exactly where he had the last time so he wouldn’t get anymore snow in his boots.

After a frozen eternity, Steve made it back to the window. Bucky was already waiting for him. He opened the window the second Steve came close enough. The sergeant nearly had a heart attack when he saw Steve almost frozen solid.

“Put your arms around my neck, then I can lift you inside without dropping you,” Bucky explained. Steve nodded, more than eager to get close to his boyfriend’s warmth.

Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and buried his face in his shoulder. Bucky moved his arms to rest under his shoulders and his butt. Then, he eased Steve through the window and set him on the toilet lid while he closed the window. Steve mewled when Bucky moved away.

“It’s okay, babydoll. I’m gonna be right there,” Bucky promised. He had never heard Steve make that kind of a noise before. The blonde was always insisting he was fine no matter what. So to hear him make such a vulnerable, desperate sound scared Bucky. He kneeled in front of Steve to examine his condition. Steve looked at him through frost-covered bangs. He was making puppy eyes again.

“Right, let’s just get’cha in the tub. I’ll take off your boots and we’ll deal with the rest later,” Bucky decided. He let Steve lean on him while he untied his laces. An almost comical amount of snow fell out of each boot.

“*Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-*” Steve tried.

“It’s alright, honey. You’re gonna be alright, I promise. I’m gonna lift you up one more time, okay? Can you hold onto me like the last time?” Bucky soothed. Steve managed to nod, then wrap himself around Bucky once again. The brunet lifted him from the toilet lid and gently set him into the bathtub. The snow and ice coating Steve began to melt in the warm water. The ice in his hair was a little more stubborn, though.

Steve sighed as the warm water enveloped him. It was soothing at first, then it felt like someone was taking a blowtorch to his skin and needles to his hands and feet. He whimpered and moved to get out, but Bucky kept him in. Steve looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Hang on, baby. I’ll cool the water down a little more. We can’t make it too cold or you’re just gonna get colder,” Bucky explained. He poured one of the buckets of tap water into the tub around Steve. That seemed to help. Steve relaxed a little more until he was leaning against the back of the tub.

“That better, Stevie?” Steve nodded. “Good. Lemme start gettin’ this ice outta your hair.”

Bucky had Steve lean forward just a bit so he could use an empty soup can he thoroughly rinsed out to pour water over him. Bucky would scoop up the water from the bath, pour it over Steve, then dunk the can into one of the pots with warm water to pour into the bath. The temperature increased slowly enough that Steve didn’t seem to be bothered.

“How’re you doing, honey?” Bucky checked. Steve was almost asleep now. His shaking calmed down enough that he was no longer making little waves in the bath water and all of the ice and snow was off of him. Steve was too focused on trying to stay awake that he barely heard Bucky.

“Alright, punk. Let’s get you changed,” Bucky said, mostly to himself. He decided to leave Steve in the tub while he removed his soaked clothing. It would be easier to get it off that way, and the cold material wouldn’t chill Steve all over again. It was a bit of a struggle since Steve was barely awake and absolutely no help. Eventually, Bucky stripped him down completely. He did one last check to make sure the three towels they found were within arm’s reach.

Then, Bucky scooped Steve out of the water. Bucky’s shirt was completely soaked now, but he would change in a bit. Steve was the hypothermic one. Bucky propped Steve against him to wrap his still shivering body in one of the towels. The towel covered enough of Steve’s lower body that Bucky could sit him on the toilet seat again while he dried the rest of him.

Steve's breath started hitching once Bucky turned around.. "*hih-ih-ih… hih… heh-heh Ehh’tchSHSHhhugh! Huhh’TSHSHSHuuughh! Ih’CHIEW!*"

“Aww, bless you honey. Just stay with me a little longer, okay?” Bucky murmured. He rubbed one of the towels over Steve’s hair until it was dry and fluffy. He did the same for the rest of Steve’s body, but was a little gentler so as not to aggravate his sore muscles and frostnipped skin. Once he was satisfied, Bucky took off his soaked shirt and helped Steve to his feet.

“C’mon, babydoll. Let’s get’cha bundled up, okay?” Bucky soothed. He led them out to the living room in front of the fireplace, which was burning strong. Bucky set Steve on the sofa, still bundled in towels. The blonde held his shaking hands up towards the blaze, but he was too far away to burn himself.

“I’ll be right back, honey,” Bucky promised, kissing his hair. Steve was so focused on absorbing the warmth that he barely noticed. Bucky changed into a dry shirt since his bare chest was making him start to shiver, too. He returned to Steve’s side with every single article of clothing they had with them. They were roughly the same size, so Bucky used both of their clothes.

Bucky did one final check to make sure Steve was dry, then began the long process of bundling him into the layers. He started with a pair of boxers, then a shirt. Bucky alternated between shirts and pants so Steve didn’t have to stand for too long on his shaky legs. He continued adding Steve’s sweatpants and jacket, then his own sweatpants and jacket. Then, Bucky layered on their five remaining pairs of socks onto Steve’s feet and gave him both pairs of gloves and mittens. Steve looked a bit like a marshmallow now, but he also seemed to have a bit more color in his face.

“There ya go. How’s that? Better?” Bucky checked, sitting beside his boyfriend. Steve’s shivering had calmed significantly. It was still constant, but Bucky wasn’t worried Steve would shake himself apart anymore. Bucky could still hear and see his teeth chatter, so he wrapped both of their scarves around him.

Steve slumped against Bucky and started to fall asleep. He felt Bucky’s breathing become irregular. Steve glanced up to check on him right as Bucky turned away to sneeze. “*IttchsHHUMPH! ich’mPHSHH!” ih’tschHMMFF!*”

“O-Oh,” Bucky blushed when he realized Steve was looking up at him. “Sorry, baby. Had ta let those out.”

Steve sat up to take off one of his coats, but Bucky stopped him.

“No, babydoll. You need those more,” he insisted.

“Y-Y-You’re s-s-s-sick, t-t-too-o,” Steve worried.

“And you’re still freezing!” Bucky argued.

Steve sighed. He snuggled up right next to his boyfriend, then reached over the sofa to grab the blanket they wrapped themselves in during breakfast. He pulled it over Bucky, then tried to lay on top of him.

“What are you doing, you goofball?” Bucky laughed.

“K-K-Keep-pin’ y-y-y-you w-w-warm,” Steve answered.

“Okay, okay! You win,” Bucky conceded. He and Steve adjusted themselves so Bucky was propped up by one of the back sofa cushions and Steve was pressed between him and the back of the sofa. They were so tall compared to the sofa that their feet were hanging over the opposite arm. Bucky draped the blanket to cover both of their feet, then Steve arranged his outermost jacket so his arm was in one sleeve and Bucky’s was in the other. They were both wrapped securely in a cocoon of fabrics and each other.

That was more than enough to lull Bucky to sleep. Steve stayed awake for a while longer, making sure his boyfriend really was okay. Bucky seemed to be a little more congested, and his face seemed slightly flushed. Steve attributed the flush to the glow from the fire. Now that he was certain his Bucky was okay, Steve let himself fall asleep too, his shivering finally slowing to a stop.

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I have a couple more of the prompts to fill, so there is at least one more chapter coming up! I’m not sure when, but I make no predictions... hopefully less than 8 months though.

#stucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #cuddles #fluff #coldstory #avengers #marvel #mcu

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