#stuck x reader

You find yourself entrance by his meticulous movements, the way his muscles ripple beneath the hot sun when he removes his tunic when he thinks you’re not looking. But what has you most interested in him, is his never ending kindness.

As you spend the days regaining your strength and trying to formulate a plan, you can’t help but notice just how kind this man is. From making you meals, to letting you have the first bath, to giving you all the clothes he can find.

His kindness knows no bounds.

It’s a particularly hot day, and he’s been outside in the fields for the majority of it. But now, as the sun begins to set and the wind becomes cooler, he’s left the house for the night.

With a glass of chilled water in hand, you venture outside to find him and gift it to him in thanks for his neverending patience and kindness.

“James?” You call, looking our across the fields then towards the barn further on the property.

You make your way toward the barn, brows furrowed when you hear soft speaking from within.

Immediately you think the worst, one hand grabbing a dagger from its sheath around your waist.

You push the door open, dagger hidden behind your back, but drop your guard when you take in the scene before you.

James is lying down on a makeshift bed of hay, a thin blanket tossed over his legs and a baby goat at his side.

His eyes are wide, lips parted as if he were mid-sentence.

You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.

“Are you all right?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Have you been sleeping here this whole time?”

He nods, not seeming to give it a second thought.

“I have only one bed,” he says simply.

“To which you are entitled to,” you counter immediately.

He only shakes his head, but you copy the action soon after.

“No, this is your home. I am nothing more than an intruder and a bed thief, apparently. I will not allow you to sleep out here another night. You will spend time in your bed as you are the rightful owner!”

He shakes his head, a sad look in his eyes.

“But you’ve lost so much already.”

Your own face softens and you take a step toward him, “so give me this one thing.”

He watches you for a very long moment before huffing out a sigh and pushing himself into a seated position.

He turns to the baby goat at his side and gently pets its head.

“You be good, understand? I will be back in the morning.”

The goat nudges his little head against the brunets hand and bleats softly when the man rises to his feet.

He dusts off his trousers, looking a tad embarrassed, then offers you the gentlest, sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Lead the way,” he murmurs, eyes soft when you smile back at him.

You lead the way back toward his home, pausing to wait for him when he locks up the barn.

When you’re back inside, you finally hand him the glass of water.

His fingers linger on yours for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes piercing through yours and in the moment you feel as if he can see your soul.

“I’ll draw you a bath,” you whisper, desperate to break free from the intensity of his gaze.

He shakes his head but you quirk your brows at him, daring him to refuse.

He watches as you leave to fetch some water, beyond amazed.

After so many years alone, all by himself on the farm, he finally has company.

It terrifies him how much he loves it.

And that company being you makes it all the better.

He hasn't known you long, but in the little time he has he’s come to realize that you’re nothing like any other woman he’s ever met.

You’re strong and firm in your word, yet you have so much capacity for kindness that it amazes him.

He’s reminded of one of the first conversations he had with you, when you mentioned that you had no husband, and for a moment he lets himself dream that he was lucky enough to be that.

He imagines what it would be like to be yours, to be able to call you his.

All his wildest dreams and greatest desires all rolled into one.

He shakes his head, shakes the fantasy from his mind as you re-emerge, a soft smile on your face.

“The water is ready,” you whisper gently, stepping aside to allow him space to pass through.

He steps by you, his firm chest brushing against you for only a moment before he steps into the bathroom.

He pulls the door closed, but the old wood doesn’t shut completely, leaving a crack large enough for you to see through.

You can’t help but watch as he begins to undress, his torso wrapped in thick, tanned muscle from working the fields all day under the hot sun.

For a moment you find yourself wondering what it would feel like to touch his skin, to have your fingers graze the firm muscle on his chest. You quickly shake those thoughts from your head and turn away as he drops his trousers.

You head to the kitchen to make yourself some tea while he bathes, and your mind wanders as you do so.

Your life has changed so drastically in such a short period of time, and you’re not sure how you feel about it.

In a little more than a moon cycle, you’ve lost your family, your home, and your way of life. But you've gained an ally, a friend or perhaps more.

You know not what has become of your home, your family, or Steve, and your heart hurts at the mere thought of them. But beyond the pain is something warm that you’re slightly ashamed of when you think of James.

He’s shown you nothing but kindness and compassion in the brief amount of time that you’ve known him.

You can’t help but wonder if he’ll help you reclaim what’s yours.

To do that, though, you'll need to know what you’re going up against.

In the time that you’ve been here with James, you’ve learned of your exact location and the amount of time it will take to make it back to your kingdom.

You don’t think the man realizes just how close he lives to the border of Aresia, your home. And if he does, he’s somehow blissfully unaware of the war being waged currently.

It would take no more than a day to ride to the forest behind the Aresian Palace, and from there you would be able to navigate your way through the city to find survivors.

Though you could very well do it yourself, having help would make the journey far more bearable and ensure your success.

You’ll need supplies, provisions, and weapons for any surviors you find.

You’ll need to create an army and lead them into battle if you want even a chance at reclaiming your Kingdom.

James’ voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You look up at him as he steps out of the bathroom, his hair wet and his face gentle.

“If I am to sleep on the bed, where will you sleep?” He inquires softly, perplexed at the idea of you sleeping anywhere but a bed.

You only shrug, “I will find somewhere, just as you did.”

He shakes his head and before he has a chance to think about his words, he’s speaking.

“We could... share the bed. Now, I am not saying this to be lewd or forward, mind you. I only suggest so as to save you the trouble of finding another bed or sleeping on the floor. I can promise that my hands will not stray and my eyes will not wander, though if they did I have no doubt you would put them back where they belong. I simply cannot allow you to sleep anywhere but a bed and I insist that-”

You raise a hand to silence him, a soft smile on your lips.

“Thank you, James. For your generosity. I would love to share the bed with you.”

A relieved smile lights up his face like the aurora borealis, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Thank you,” he whispers, as if you’re giving him something by taking up half of his space.

Though you’re grateful to have a bed to lie in, you’re a little worried as well.

Nightmares have plagued you since your first night here, and they haven’t exactly been the gentlest. You often wake yourself up thrashing or even crying at times, calling out for those who cannot answer you.

You only hope that you'll sleep more peacefully with him beside you.

~*~

“Princess!”

You look around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Steve?”

“Princess! Where are you?”

You gather the base of your dress and sprint toward his voice, heart racing in your chest at the thought of finally seeing him again.

It’s been so long.

He breaks through the trees bordering the farm, sweat and blood on his brow, but his blue eyes light up when they see you.

“Princess,” he whispers, dropping his sword and running toward you.

You slam into his arms, winding your own arms around his frame and hugging him close to your body.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

He presses you against himself and kisses the top of your head.

“You won’t find yourself rid of me that easily, your highness,” he whispers, chuckling when you slap his back.

He slowly pulls away to look at you, both hands cupping your cheeks while a gentle smile spreads across his lips.

You smile back up at him, the expression fading when you notice a drop of blood falling down the side of his head.

“You’re hurt,” you murmur, bringing your hand up to inspect the wound on his head.

When you do, you find his hair is soaked with blood, the red staining his blond locks.

“Steve?!” You look at him with wide eyes, taking a step out of his arms as his eyes slowly become more and more red.

“I’m not hurt, Princess.”

You shake your head, “all the blood...”

He gives you a weak smile and steps away, a sword protruding through his chest.

“I’m dead, Princess.”

You jolt awake, tears prickling at your eyes at the intensity of your nightmare.

It’s been near a week since you and James have begun sharing the bed, and tonight is the first time you’ve woken yourself with your nightmare.

“(Y/n)? Are you all right?” James asks softly, turning over on his side to look at you.

You take a few deep breaths and nod, trying to maintain your composure.

“What happened?”

Those two words are all it takes for the floodgates to open and tears to leak from your eyes.

“It... it was so vivd. So... real,” you whisper, staying on your back and staring up at the ceiling.

“It was only a dream, you’re okay. I’m here.”

You nod, sniffling and trying to calm down.

“Do you... do you want to talk about it?” He asks softly, scooting slightly closer to you.

You can feel the heat radiating off of his body and you roll onto your side to face him, snuggling closer to him.

“I think I've lost everyone,” you confess softly, not going any further into detail.

He's surprised at both your proximity and your confession, but slowly wraps an arm around you to hold you close to his body, hoping to comfort you in a way his words cannot.

“I’m here. You haven’t lost everyone,” he murmurs, his chin resting atop your head.

You hum your agreement and relax into his arms the tiniest bit more, fingers toying with a string on his nightshirt as his hand rubs up and down your back, soothing you back to sleep.

When you awake again later on in the morning, James is gone.

You push yourself into a seated position with a soft huff, mind still reeling from the intensity of your nightmare and from the way James was able to comfort you.

Meanwhile, the man himself is locking the animals in the barn and putting everything away.

A storm is rolling in, and by the looks of it, it’s going to be an intense one.

He manages to finished everything and make it back inside just as the first drops are falling from the sky.

“(Y/n)?” He calls, surprised that you’re not in the kitchen pouring over a book or a map the way you normally are.

The sound of water splashing softly clues him in to where you are, and he follows the sound to the source, freezing in his tracks when he catches a glimpse of you through the crack in the door.

He makes a mental note to fix the door, but those thoughts get shoved aside as you rise from the water, naked body on display for his gaze.

He watches as if stuck under a spell as the water droplets race down the curves of your body, tracing a path that he would love to feel or even kiss.

He turns away quickly when you reach for a towel, cursing himself for not giving you more privacy.

He walks into the kitchen and sits down with his head in his hands, the image of your body ingrained behind his lids.

Granted, it has been a while since he’s had the pleasure of a woman’s body before him, but he knows without a shred of doubt that you are the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid his eyes on. Even if it was only for a fraction of a moment.

“James?” Your soft voice calls as you exit the bathroom, confused as to why he’s inside.

He looks up and swallows hard, trying to keep his thoughts pure.

“A storm is coming. I’ve locked the animals up until it passes, and I won’t be able to work the fields until the rain cease and the ground settles.”

You nod, eyes fluttering to the kitchen window. The clouds are dark and angry, and rain pours down from the sky.

“It will likely become cold. I was going to start a fire, if you’d like,” he suggests, rising to his feet and making his way toward the fireplace near the bed.

You nod your agreement.

“I’ll make us some tea, as well.”

When the fire is blazing and the tea is ready, you and James sit at the end of the bed in front of the fire, a tension between the two of you that wasn’t there before.

You’re not sure if it’s because of your nightmare, or the new sleeping arrangements, or if it has anything to do with the eyes you felt while you were getting out of the bathtub earlier.

Whatever is causing the tension has the room electrified.

“I still have not the slightest clue where you are from,” James whispers after a moment of tense silence.

You sigh softly and take a sip of your tea, unsure of how much you should divulge to him.

“I’m from a neighbouring kingdom not far from here. Perhaps a days ride away, maybe more. I... I was forced to flee in order to save my life.”

He looks down, saddened at the fact that you had to go through something so terrible.

“You’ve been through much pain, haven’t you?” He asks softly.

You only shrug, eyes on the flame in front of you.

“From a young age I have been taught that pain is the only way. The only way forward... the only way through. Where I come from, we learn through pain, through pain we grow. Besides death, pain is the only thing we are promised in this life.”

Bucky chuckles softly and shakes his head, “we also grown and learn through love.”

Now it’s your turn to shake your head, your heart hurting as you think about Steve.

“Love is a weakness, nothing more.”

“I beg to differ.”

You turn your gaze to him, eyeing him closely as he sips on his tea, his own eyes trained forward.

“Oh? You are informed on the subject, then?” You inquire quietly, genuinely wanting his take on it.

He shrugs, slowly turning to look at you.

His eyes move from your eyes down to your lips, then back up again slowly.

“I have my theories... my thoughts on the matter.”

You hum, leaning closer with the hopes of hearing more.

“What sort of theories?”

He wets his lips, eyes darkened the tiniest bit.

“I think that... love is something as terrifying as it is beautiful. I think love can be stronger than anything else. Love can heal and love can hurt. It is the best and worst part of humanity. When you love someone, you would go anywhere for them, do anything for them. You would fight the Gods and you would live through Hell if only to make them happy. To love someone is to sacrifice everything you have... everything you are... and when they love you back...” he trails off, the back of his hand brushing against your knee lightly.

“When someone offers you the same level of love... well... then you are indestructible. Together you could take over the world. Overthrow empires and win wars. Because you fuel and power each other. You strengthen each other, and no amount of steel or silver could ever compare.”

You look at him, absolutely intrigued by his take on things.

From a young age you were taught that love was poison. Love would stand in the way between you and success, so love had to be stopped before it could start.

But the way James describes it. Something about it is so beautiful and so terrifying all at the same time.

“Have you... have you ever felt this love?” You ask softly, setting your teacup on the ground and turning your body to face him entirely.

He lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, eyes slowly raising to yours.

“If you would’ve asked me two moons ago, I would’ve said no. Now, though... now I’m not so sure.”

You swallow hard and lean closer to him, breaths becoming heavier as the atmosphere changes.

“What has changed to cause this?” You question, though you think you know the answer.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, one hand coming up to brush his thumb lightly against your cheek.

“I stumbled upon someone in the woods... at first I thought her a dream... something far too good to be true. Yet here she is, sitting before me.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning your cheek into his hand and allowing him to guide your face closer to his.

You can feel his soft breath upon your lips, his own lips a breath away.

He waits, not wanting to push your boundaries, but when you utter a soft ‘please’ he’s leaning forward to connect your lips.

He isn't your first kiss, but he’s certainly the most passionate while simultaneously being the softest.

His lips are soft and slightly chapped, moving gently against your own, just testing the waters.

When you lean forward, one hand sliding through his hair, he becomes a bit more assertive.

The hand that isn’t on your face moves to your waist, holding you gently and pulling you closer all at the same time.

You melt into him, getting lost in the feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on yours.

He slowly pulls away, a small smile stretching across his face when you chase after the feeling of his lips.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his hand moving slowly lower. From your waist to your hip then down your thigh.

“Better than okay,” you whisper breathlessly, leaning your forehead against his.

He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more then pulling back to look at you.

“I do not wish to have you only physically,” he confesses quietly, his eyes so full of vulnerability.

You bring your hands to his chest, thumbs smoothing over the bit of exposed skin where his top button has come undone.

“In what way do you want me?”

He chuckles gently, “in any way you’ll allow me.”

You smile and take his hand, brining it to your lips and kissing his fingertips.

His hands roaming your body, his lips kissing your bare bruised skin, his mouth whispering small praises as he uses your body for his pleasure.

You lay beside him heaving softly as he wrapped his arm around your bare body.

"Deep breaths." He whispered softly kissing your ear. All that mattered was that he was happy, he was pleased.

"D-Did I do well?" You whispered closing your eyes, afraid of that answer to leave his lips.

"My darling you did amazing, so amazing." He whispered as your lips curled into a smile. You did it, you had pleased him and made him happy.

"My good girl." He whispered running his hands over the bruises and marks he had left on you.

"Thank you Master." You whispered as you curled into his embrace and smiled softly. He chuckled and kissed your forehead before you fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

—

You grumbled softly as you stretched your rested body. Your Master, Ezekiel must have let you sleep in today after last night. You got dressed into your day clothes and made your way downstairs. You lived in Ezekiel's massive mansion in the woods, you had been here for years now. You belonged to him, that meant you did everything he said. You knew all to well what happened if you didn't do what he said. You saw Ezekiel in the kitchen making breakfast as you smiled to yourself.

"Good morning Sir." You said as he turned around and smiled.

"Ah there you are little one." He exclaimed as he turned around with a plate of pancakes.

"Thank you so much Master, what's the occasion?" You asked as he chuckled and kissed your forehead while you took the plate.

"Well darling, you were very good for me last night. You took your punishment well and then pleased me very much. I thought I should repay the favour and cook you your favourite." He said as you nodded and smiled. You sat down at the table and waited patiently for him to finish and sit across from you.

"I have two very important men coming to stay for a few days, they are very wealthy men and they need a place to stay while we conduct business. I expect you to be on your best behaviour little one, anything they need you give to them. That doesn't include pleasure, that's saved for me." He said smirking as you nodded.

"May I know their names?" You asked politely as you began to eat.

"James Barnes, but he goes by Bucky and Steve Rogers. You'll address them as Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers or Sir. Understood?" He asked as you nodded.

"Of course Sir." You replied as he smiled.

"They'll be here in two hours so once you're done eating go prepare two guest rooms for them, make sure the bathrooms are clean, there's enough towels, make sure to cover up those bruises and then report back to me once you've finished." Ezekiel gave you your orders as you nodded.

"Good girl." Your master praised making you blush a little. You finished off your breakfast and got started on the guest rooms. You were still sore from last night, you had disobeyed him so he punished you and after he used your body so you were sore for both reasons. You always came out with bruises, especially if he got his anger out of you.

You hissed lightly as you bent over and held onto your ribs, he had gripped you a little too hard.

You finished the rooms and bathrooms as you made your way back to Ezekiel's and your room to find your make up as you began covering up the bruises on your face.

"Sorry I left so many marks little one, you took it very well." You heard his voice say as you looked in the mirror to see him behind you leaning against the doorway of the bathroom.

"It's ok Sir, a-and thank you." You muttered as he came up behind you and ran his finger over the bite mark on your neck.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" He growled in your ear sending a shiver through your body.

"Well?" He asked looking at you through the mirror.

"Of course Master, t-thank you for showing me." You whispered as he chuckled lowly.

"My good girl." He whispered kissing your neck, he walked away from you as you sighed in relief.

"Did you finish everything I told you to finish?" He asked as he sat on his large king bed.

"Of course Sir." You replied finishing the cover up of your bruises and scars.

"We have some time Princess." He said as he smirked at you.

"I think it would ruin the make up Master." You muttered as he smiled.

"Hmm, I suppose you're right darling. But you owe me for tonight ok?" He said as you plastered on a fake smile and nodded.

Suddenly the doorbell rang as you quickly dressed into more appropriate clothes.

"Behave darling." He warned lowly as you followed him downstairs to the front door. He opened it to reveal two very handsome men.

"Ah Bucky and Steve, how are the two most powerful men in the state?" Ezekiel said as they chuckled.

"We're fine, tired after the long trip." Bucky said as he glanced at you.

"Oh, how rude of me. Gentlemen, this is Y/N. Anything you need you may ask her. Y/N?" Ezekiel said looking at you as you smiled to them.

"Welcome Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers. Would you like a drink after your long trip?" You asked as your Master smiled proudly.

"Actually a drink sounds nice." Steve said tiredly.

"I'll take your bags up to your rooms then I will bring down a bottle of our finest whiskey." You said as you took their bags from them.

"Thank you very much doll." Bucky said flashing you a charming smile as you blushed a little. You left up to their guest rooms and gently set down their bags before you made your way to the cellar where the alcohol was kept. You brought it back to the main room where the three men were sat talking. You grabbed three glasses and poured the whiskey before handing each of them a glass.

"Thank you." Steve and Bucky said as they smiled.

"Go prepare lunch for us darling." Ezekiel said as you nodded and left the three men to talk business.

You prepared sandwiches for them and went back into the main room.

"Sir, lunch is ready and prepared on the table." You said to the men as they smiled and followed you into the kitchen.

"Another whiskey dear." Ezekiel said as you nodded and poured him another glass.

"Would you two like anything else?" You asked politely.

"Just a water thank you." Bucky said as you nodded and handed him a glass of water.

You went back to cleaning up as the men talked and ate, after they were down you cleared their plates. Ezekiel came up behind you while you were washing up.

"I'm going to show them around the property, while we're out have some lunch and make sure this is all cleaned up." He ordered as you nodded and continued scrubbing the dishes. You watched them leave to the outside as you bit your lip, getting through this was going to be hard. You needed to stop blushing every time one of them talked. They were both so handsome, and seemed to be kind.

You finished cleaning up and quickly made some lunch for yourself. You needed to stop your mind from wandering to the two men.

Ezekiel, Bucky and Steve came back inside as you smiled politely.

"Well, we have a lot to talk about gentlemen. Y/N make yourself busy around the house." Ezekiel said as you nodded and watched them follow Ezekiel to his office. You sighed as you went around the house making yourself busy.

You cleaned, scrubbed and dusted everywhere you could. The sun was beginning to set and the men hadn't emerged from Ezekiel's office. You decided to get started on dinner for them.

When the men finally did emerge you had dinner set out for them.

"Wow, it looks delicious. Did you cook all of this Y/N?" Bucky asked as you smiled.

"I did Sir." You replied as they all sat down and began eating. You made yourself busy in the kitchen while the men ate and talked.

"This is very good Y/N." Steve complimented making you blush a little as you smiled.

"Thank you very much Mr. Rogers." You replied while cleaning up the kitchen.

They sat and talked for awhile as you cleaned up their plates and washed the dishes.

"Well, I'm exhausted after today. I think we might call it an early night and get some rest." Steve said as Ezekiel nodded.

"Y/N, show these men to their chambers." Your Master instructed as you nodded.

"This way gentlemen." You said as they followed you up the stairs.

"There's a bathroom in each room if you wish to shower before bed." You said as you showed them to the guest rooms.

"Thank you Y/N, and thank you for everything you did for us today." Bucky said as he smiled at you.

"Oh, you're very welcome Sir." You replied while returning his smile.

"I hope you both have a good rest." You said as they went into one room together.

"Thank you dear, you too." They said before you left. Maybe they were together? It would explain why they wanted to stay in the same room. You made your way back down to Ezekiel where he glared at you. Oh no.

"Don't think I didn't see your wandering eyes darling, the little blush on your cheeks whenever you looked at one of them." He said as you heart stopped in your chest. Ezekiel stood in front of you as he ran his hand over your face.

"Does someone need a reminder of who she belongs to?" He whispered lowly.

"I-I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to." You said in a small voice as he chuckled.

"Go take off your make up and then come back here." He growled as you nodded and ran up to the bathroom. You knew he was just going to add to the bruises. You wiped off all the make up and went back down stairs to Ezekiel. He slapped you across the face with such force you fell to the ground. He gripped you by your hair as a tear fell from your eye.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled in your ear.

"Y-You." You muttered before he hit you across your face.

"Seems someone has been forgetting that." He hissed.

He kept beating you until your face was bruised and bloodied, you laid on the floor heaving trying to catch your breath back.

"Go to my room, strip and wait on the bed." He growled as you nodded and stood on your shaky legs stumbling your way upstairs. You couldn't help the tears fall as you stripped off you clothing and curled up under the sheets.

You had a minute to yourself before he came up stairs and began unbuckling his pants, this was going to hurt.

—

You laid in bed with Ezekiel asleep next to you as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Everything hurt, he was too rough with you. You crept out of the bed and wrapped a blanket around your naked bruised body as you stumbled downstairs. You needed some water. You made your way to the kitchen but bumped into something.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice say as you looked up to see Bucky.

"M-Mr. Barnes. I-I'm so sorry." You whispered with your hoarse voice, he flicked on a light and gasped as he saw you bloody and bruised face.

"Doll, what happened?" He asked as he reached towards your face making you flinched away and shut your eyes.

"Shh it's ok, I won't hurt you." He whispered as he got you a glass of water and handed it to you.

"T-Thank you." You whispered as you took a small sip.

"Did Ezekiel do this?" He asked as you looked away from him.

"I-It's ok Mr. Barnes. I'm alright you don't need to worry." You whispered as he gently led you to the lounge room.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asked as you shook your head.

"H-Hurts." You whispered as he looked at you in confusion then his eyes widened.

"O-Oh, here." He said as he placed down a blanket and pillow for you to sit on.

"Is that ok?" He asked as you nodded and sat down hissing a little.

"God Y/N." Bucky muttered as he sat beside you.

"Do you have a first aid kit anywhere?" He asked as you shook your head.

"M-Master will fix me u-up in the morning." You whispered, Bucky looked at you sadly as you heard a noise and began to panic.

"Bucky?" You heard Steve ask as you sighed in relief. Steve turned the corner and gasped when he saw you.

"Y/N, god. What happened?" He asked as he took of his hoodie instantly and placed it over you.

"Here, you look freezing." He whispered as you secured the hoodie around you and kept the blanket around your waist.

"What happened?" Steve asked as you looked away from him.

"Ezekiel." Bucky muttered making Steve look at you in shock.

"Y/N did he rape you?" Steve asked quietly as you nodded a little.

"H-He does it nearly every night, y-you would think my body would be used to it." You whispered as more tears streamed down your face.

"P-Please don't tell him I talked to you." You sobbed as Bucky gently brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

"Shh doll, we won't tell him anything. We promise." Bucky said as you nodded.

"Do you work for Ezekiel?" Steve asked as you shook your head.

"N-No, I just belong to him. S-So I must do what he says. It's been like that for years." You muttered making them look at you sadly.

"What do you mean you belong to him? Is he your husband?" Bucky asked as you shook your head again.

"H-He took me from the c-city one day. I-I tried to run away a lot of times but I learnt to not disobey him." You whispered as Bucky and Steve looked at each other with worry.

"Darling that's illegal, he kidnapped you." Steve said making you cry more.

"I-I can't leave." You whispered as Steve gently wiped away your tears.

"We need to call the police or something." Bucky said as you shook your head.

"N-No, please it'll make everything worse. You need to just forget what I've told you. Please I beg you." You whispered crying more and more.

"Doll, we can't just leave you here." Steve whispered as you hiccuped and sobbed.

"Shh, it's ok." Bucky whispered as he gently wrapped his arm around you, you cuddled into his embrace and hid your face on his chest.

"We have a friend in the city, Tony Stark. We'll talk to him tomorrow and see if he can help. Is that ok?" Steve asked you as Bucky ran his hand through your hair.

"I-I don't want to be hurt even more." You whispered.

"You won't be darling, Ezekiel won't find out. We'll protect you while we're here ok?" Bucky said as you nodded.

"Please don't hurt me." You cried as Bucky hugged you tighter.

"Shh doll, we won't hurt you. We're gonna get you out of here, we promise." Bucky whispered running his hand through your soft hair.

"I-I need to go back to bed, s-so he doesn't suspect anything." You muttered as Bucky gently kissed your forehead.

"Ok doll, come to our room if you need anything. Even if we're asleep ok?" Steve said as you nodded.

"We'll see you in the morning." Bucky said before you gently took off Steve's hoodie and gave it back to him wrapping the blanket around you further.

"T-Thank you." You whispered before making your way back upstairs. You crept back into the bed and felt Ezekiel wrap his arms around you.

"Where'd you go?" He growled lowly.

"I-I just needed some water." You whispered as he nodded and went back to sleep.

Back down in the living room Bucky and Steve sat in silence.

"She looked so terrified." Bucky whispered as Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky.

"We're gonna help her out of this." He whispered as Bucky nodded.

"She just reminds me of what happened to me, and I just want to hold her and protect her with my life." Bucky replied.

"I know, me too."

—

You body ached so much. You groaned as you opened your eyes to soft light streaming into the room. Your mind wandered.

"Shh doll, you're safe. We've got you." Bucky's voice whispered in your head as you curled up more under the sheets.

"Little one." Ezekiel muttered as he wrapped his arms around you making you hiss in pain.

"S-Sorry." You whispered as he loosened his grip.

"Shh darling, you were amazing last night. Such a good girl." He whispered.

"I'll go get the first aid kit." He muttered getting out of bed.

He came back and began gently treating your wounds as you tried to not cry.

"Shh my little one, I'm almost finished." He whispered as he tended to the wounds on your back. You body began to shake as you held your tears back. He finished treating your wounds as he lifted your chin up with his finger.

"If you need to cry precious just let it out. You poor little body went through a lot last night, let it out if you need to." He whispered, that was all your body needed as you burst out in tears letting him gently wrap you up in a hug.

"That's it little one, just let it all out." He whispered while rubbing your back.

"I-I'm sorry." You sobbed as you clung onto him.

"My poor little one, have you learnt your lesson? Do you remember who owns you?" He asked running his hand through your hair.

"Y-Yes Master." You sobbed out as he smiled.

"Good girl."

—

You finally composed yourself and let Ezekiel cover your bruises with make up before you followed him downstairs to make breakfast.

"Master what would you like for breakfast." You asked as he kissed your forehead and sat down at the table.

"Bacon and eggs will do fine little one." He instructed as you nodded.

After a while Bucky and Steve made their way down stairs and you made a note to not even look them in the eyes.

"Y/N is preparing breakfast gentlemen. I trust you both slept well." Ezekiel said as they both nodded.

You finished making breakfast and set it on the table as you smiled politely.

"We have a few things we need to talk over with Tony after breakfast but after that we should be able to get back to business." Steve said as Ezekiel nodded.

"Of course."

—

Ezekiel was sat on the couch watching TV as you walked in after finishing everything he told you to do.

"What would you like me to do next Sir?" You asked as he smiled.

"Come sit with me darling." He said opening his arms to you. You sat beside him and cuddled into his side as he smiled.

"Are you feeling sore?" He asked as you nodded a little.

"It's just a nice little reminder." He whispered as you looked up at him.

"Thank you." You muttered as he chuckled and ran his hand over your cheek.

"You're such a good girl for me." He whispered as he kissed you softly.

"I think we have a little time to ourselves." He whispered as his hand traveled down your legs.

"I-I'm still sore master." You whispered looking away from him. He pulled your chin to look at him.

"I'm sorry, did you just reject me?" He growled lowly as you shook your head.

"N-No no of course not master!" You said as he smiled and reached down further to your core as you held onto him and closed your eyes tightly. You felt his finger go inside of you as you whined softly.

"So sensitive little one." He whispered as he kissed your neck. You felt him pull his pants down and push your underwear aside as he slowly settled himself inside of you.

"Hmm, that's a good girl." He moaned out as tears streamed down your face. You hiccuped a little as he ran his hand over your back.

"Shhh little one." He whispered as you covered your mouth with your hand. You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky as your eyes widened.

"Oh Mr. Barnes. You've caught me at an awkward time." Ezekiel said as Bucky stood frozen staring at you.

'Help me.' You mouthed as Bucky growled lowly.

"Get the fuck off her." He growled as Ezekiel looked at him in confusion.

"Surely you can understand a man needs some pleasure." Ezekiel said as Bucky drew a gun and pointed it at Ezekiel's head. Ezekiel pushed you aside as you fell onto the couch and quickly pulled your underwear back into place. Steve appeared as you coward away.

"Y/N come here." Steve said as you went to get up but Ezekiel stopped you.

"Don't you dare." He growled as tears streamed down your face.

"It's ok Y/N, we're going to protect you." Steve whispered as you pushed past Ezekiel and ran to Steve.

"You bitch!" Ezekiel shouted as he grabbed the gun and fired at you hitting you in the ribs as you screamed.

"Y/N!" Bucky shouted as he caught you before you hit the floor. Suddenly agents had the place swarmed.

"Ezekiel you're under arrest." A voice growled as Bucky picked you up and brought you outside to where Tony Stark was standing.

"Get in the jet, we'll take her straight back to the tower." Tony said as you clutched onto Bucky and sobbed.

"B-Bucky." You cried out as Bucky gently placed you down in the jet and sat beside you.

"Shh doll, I'm here. You're gonna be ok."

—

You woke up to see Steve and Bucky beside you as you whined softly.

"Y/N, doll you're awake." Steve said as he held onto your hand.

"W-Where are we?" You muttered as they smiled.

"We're in Tony's tower, Bruce removed the bullet and stitched you up. Ezekiel was taken into custody. You're safe doll." Bucky said as you cried happily.

"Y-You saved me." You whispered as Bucky gentle kissed your forehead.

"You'll never see him again doll. Tony said you can take one of the spare rooms where you'll be more comfortable. You want us to take you there now so you can rest?" Steve asked as you nodded slowly, Steve gently picked you up as you rested your head on his chest.

They took you into one of the spare rooms and rested you on the bed.

"C-Could you two stay with me?" You whispered looking away from them.

"I-I'm not used to sleeping alone." You whispered as they smiled.

"Of course doll." Bucky replied as they climbed in either side of you.

"Is it ok if we touch you doll?" Steve asked quietly as you nodded and let them wrap their arms around you.

"You're safe Y/N." Bucky whispered kissing your forehead.

"We'll protect you now doll. Get some rest, you're safe."

—

You stayed with Bucky and Steve until your wounds healed and then Steve and Bucky let you move into their apartment with you. You had never been happier. Some nights you woke up screaming for Ezekiel to stop, but Bucky and Steve were always beside you to calm you down.

You finally got the life you deserved after all those years, two amazing men that loved and cared for you and a home where you were safe.

You smile as Steve agrees to readily to the list. Their voices trail up the stairs and you call down. “I’m up here!”

“Oh, hey sweetheart. What’re you doing here?” Steve instantly lights up seeing you on the floor of his best friend’s room. He’s in his extremely tight gym clothes, there’s a patch of sweat on his chest indicating he just had a decent workout.

“Bucky needed me to send some things for insurance.”

“Let me know if you need any help,” he offer before continuing to his own room.

Peggy follows close behind him. “If it isn’t Steve’s other girlfriend,” she laughs.

“Hey, Peggy,” you greet with a small smile. You rarely talked to the woman despite being with her boyfriend almost every day. She seemed nice enough, you weren’t actively avoiding her but you’d rather go on one of Steve’s 5am runs than be trapped in a room with her.

You hear the shower start in Steve’s room and you know your worst nightmare is about to occur.

“Thanks for letting him hang out with me so much,” you say awkwardly hoping she’ll just go away.

“Anytime,” she laughs. “Honestly I prefer it. He’s not following me around like a lost puppy all day.”

Following her around? “What?” You frown at the brunette.

“He always acts like he has nothing better to do than tail me all day. It’s kind of nice to get a break from him,” she continues.

“….What?” Why would anyone ever want a break from Steve? He was wonderful. Helpful and loving. You wished regularly that he was yours but you’d never trade your life with Bucky for anything.

“Oh, never mind. I forget you married that brute friend of his. You probably enjoy having a lap dog around.”

“What?” You glare at the woman. She can only go so far before she actually pisses you off. “Don’t call my husband a brute,” you hiss. “And don’t call Stevie a dog. What is wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?” She scoffs.

“You’re the one dating him. If you think he’s so annoying, break up with him.”

“I’ve invested far too much time in that man to just break up with him,” she sighs. What a fucked up way to look at a relationship. You roll your eyes and dismiss the woman by turning back to your task. “That is why you married James, right? You couldn’t have him using all your hard work on another woman?”

“No,” you frown, still not looking up from your task. “I married him because I love him. He’s not a project and I wouldn't change him for the world. And I’d give him up in a heartbeat if it meant he could come home.” Your voice wavers on the last word you utter making you shut your eyes and force back your tears. Not now. Keep it together just for a few more minutes.

Peggy hums in thought just as Steve reappears in the door way, hair wet with fresh clothes looking like a marble statue as he runs his fingers through his hair. “What are you ladies talking about?”

“Nothing,” both of you huff at once.

The blond glances skeptically between you two. “Okay,” he draws out the word. “Anyway, Peg, ready to go to the store?”

“Please,” she sighs and turns heel back down the stairs.

“You need anything, princess?”

You sniffle softly. Just tell him. You can tell him. He needs to know. He should already know but he’s such a sweet man who sees the best in everyone. He won’t see this unless you say something. He’ll listen to you.

But he never listened to Bucky…

And Bucky tried to tell him the same thing.

You just sigh and shake you head. “No, I’m good.” You finally look up at him with a watery smile. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he grins and hurries down after his girlfriend.

He could break up with her tomorrow and it wouldn’t be soon enough for you.

You let the tears run down your cheeks once you’re alone and curl into Bucky’s bed, just for a few minutes, just until you can feel the ghost of his presence sooth you.

You quickly draft a message to Bucky. Maybe he can finally talk some sense into him. You just weren’t up for the challenge. You pull Bucky’s pillow to your chest and let out a sad sigh.

He would know what to do. He always knew what to do.

Then you phone pings.

Welcome to the We Hate Peggy Club! We have brunch on Sundays!

You giggle at his quick response and quickly type out a message, hoping he’ll get it before he loses internet.

I just feel so bad for him. He didn’t do anything to deserve how she treats him

To your surprise your phone pings again.

She’s his first love. He’s gotta get his heart broken to learn. And he’s stubborn as fuck so that’s not gonna happen anytime soon

That isn’t the answer you wanted but at least you’re not alone.

Just ignore it. She’ll go away eventually He continues. Or throw some holy water at her You can’t help but smile at his response.

I love you. Never change

Couldn’t even if I tried 😂 And I love you

The three bubble that indicate that he’s typing disappear with no new message. “Fuck,” you groan. It was nice while it lasted. You drop your phone on the bed and roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

You should just listen to him and let it go.

It was just so hard to see a good man go through that.

You don’t mean to but you must have fallen asleep because you wake up to a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. You gasp sitting up, hoping for…

“Stevie?” You frown, looking down at the blond attempting to still curl around you.

“‘M sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to wake you up. You just looked so comfortable,” he trails making you smile and lay back down with him.

“Where’s Peggy?” You ask, turning to face him. His fresh scent over powers Bucky’s making you feel like you’re in a foreign environment.

“Took her home after we finished shopping.” He lets out a satisfied hum as you run your fingers through his hair.

“What time time is it?”

“Almost 5,” Steve mutters, making himself comfortable.

“Ugh,” you groan. You’d been out for almost two hours. “I need to go home.”

“Stay. Please,” Steve whispers. You know he’s out the second the last word left his lips. You give him a small smile.

“Anything, Stevie,” you whisper continuing you card through his hair. Continuing to be his safe space. You could do that for him. You could be there when it fell apart. You could catch him like he caught you.

You curl into his embrace and let sleep take you once again.

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It's been a couple years since you had started going out with Steve but it still feels like you two were in the honeymoon phase. Steve brings a smile to your face at even the slightest mention of him. Although, you’re a little confused as to why Steve didn’t just call you. It’s what he usually prefers to converse with you while you are away from each other, Steve having told you it had something to do with liking to hear your voice. You chose not to dig further to spare Steve’s already tomato red face from exploding.

You turn away from your computer and small stack of papers, picking up your phone just as the screen lights up with another text.

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    Y/N Y/N Y/N

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    HEY

Steve [5:24 p.m.]    ANSWER

You snort, wondering what Steve seems so excited about.

You [5:24 p.m.]    what

Steve [5:23 p.m.]    BUCK IS COMING HOME

You’re immediately sitting up straight, smile spreading even wider. You now understand why Steve had chosen to text you, probably embarrassed to start loudly squealing over their boyfriend coming home while in his place of work.

Bucky was your other boyfriend, something you wouldn’t have believed if you were to bring it up with your past self. This is mostly due to the almost palpable tension between the two of you when you and Bucky officially met about a year prior.

You, Steve, Sam, and occasionally Natasha, had been trailing after Bucky all over Europe for a few months. Bucky must have been slowly rebuilding himself during that time because he had suddenly stopped running right before you were going to hit the four (4) month mark.

You didn’t understand where all the awkwardness had been coming from. For all you knew, you were just looking for Steve’s childhood best friend, one of the only people to still remain from Steve’s old life. That was, until Sam and Natasha started making offhand comments about how deep Steve and Bucky’s friendship seemed to run (you honestly didn’t and don’t blame either of them for the new wave of insecurities that flooded your mind, you and Steve having agreed to keep the relationship, which you started only a few weeks before the reveal of HYDRA’s secret operations inside SHIELD, you started a secret until you two became more comfortable).

Everything made sense after that. It was understandable that you and Bucky had a fragile relationship in the beginning. And it really was only in the beginning. It didn’t take long before you and Bucky started bonding over your shared love for Steve and it didn’t take long after that before something started forming between the three of.

You [5:25 p.m.]    !!!!!

You [5:26 p.m.]    OMG

You [5:26 p.m.]    REALLY?!?

Steve [5:26 p.m.]    YES!

Steve [5:26 p.m.]    we need to hurry he’s on the way home rn

You [5:26 p.m.]    oH UM

You [5:27 p.m.]    i’m home rn

You [5:27 p.m.]    i can set up everything here

Steve [5:27 p.m.]    good!!

Steve [5:27 p.m.]    i can get dinner and dessert on my way home

You [5:27 p.m.]    perfect

Steve [5:28 p.m.]    ok 123 brEAK

You snort at Steve’s comedic antics as you push yourself away from your desk and away from your work. You know that you'll have to finish those at some point before monday. You’ll most likely be doing it late sunday night due to the fact that you’re going to be completely preoccupied with your boyfriends all weekend because it's been a few weeks since all three of you have been together.

This is obviously due to your hectic work schedules, Steve stuck with what was left of SHIELD, unofficially of course, doing top secret secret agent missions. Bucky had joined him in that soon after he was cleared for it. You, on the other hand, have a very typical and boring office job, a job that has become very demanding as of late with your boss giving out extra paperwork around your floor.

But, you don’t have to worry about that at the moment, you remind yourself. That thought spurs you into moving around your apartment, an apartment that you’ve been sharing with your boyfriends for a couple of months now. You note this fact with a small surge of glee inside your head as you rush to your closet where you keep all your blankets at.

You pull out the blankets you have, which is quite a lot, a fact you’re slightly embarrassed to admit. You’ve accumulated a bunch of them throughout your entire life, some as gifts from your friends and family and others from your lack of self control during the fall and winter time of the blatant holiday themes are anything to go by. You’re pretty sure your old baby blankets are boxed up somewhere, likely under your bed.

You pile the load of blankets high in your arms, so much so that you can’t see where you’re going if you don’t walk sideways as you make your way towards the living room. The living room where everything is going to happen.

Dropping the mountain of blankets on the couch unceremoniously, you immediately start to arrange them all around the couch. You bunch and ball the blankets around the back of the couch, trying to form a cocoon out of them so that you, Steve, and Bucky can remain warm no matter where or how any of you sit while you watch movie after movie throughout the rest of the night.

Which reminds you, it’s not possible to have a movie night without any movies.

turning to the small movie rack that sits next to the TV, you waste no time at all in picking out any movies that catch your eye which are quite a few movies, a good number of which are Steve and Bucky’s favorites. You set the, rather large, stack of movies next to the couch blanket fort so they’re out and ready to pick through whenever.

You’re left with a small clean up after that. You clear off the coffee table for when Steve gets home with the food, picking up leftover coffee mugs (courtesy of Steve) and rinsing them before sticking them in the dishwasher for you to deal with later. Then, you move the books lying around the living room to the miniature bookshelf in your bedroom before gathering all the drawing paper and well used pencils (also courtesy of Steve) and placing those on the left bedside table, the side Steve likes to sleep on when he’s not in the middle.

You wander around the apartment after that, looking for anything else to clean while you wait for Steve to arrive. It takes less time than you think it should have, which is surprising, so surprising that you almost think someone is politely breaking in when you hear the sound of the door clicking open and closed.

You head out of your bedroom where you were perusing a book, something you could distract yourself with, when you heard. You walk into the kitchen to see Steve already unpacking the food, clearly having rushed home.

You’re not able to hold back your smile upon seeing your boyfriend for the first time in weeks. “Need any help?” you wonder, your appearance catching Steve’s attention. He turns towards you, it being quite obvious that Steve is as excited to see you as you are to see him if the wide smile that spreads across his face in seconds is anything to go by.

Steve pauses in his unpacking to lean towards as you approach him swiftly, so he can pull you into a warm kiss. You and Steve feel each other smile during the kiss, making you two smile even harder. “Help would be great,” Steve tells you after you separate. He resumes unpacking the food from the plastic bag it was put into.

You identify the logo on the bag now that you’re so close and it’s clear that the food is from Bucky’s favorite burger place. You take note of the food as you help Steve set everything out on the counter. There’s three (3) different to-go boxes, no doubt filled with favorite menu items. You also spot three (3) medium sized milkshakes sitting in the cup container.

“Dessert?”

“It’s in the fridge,” Steve informs you.

Making a sound of interest and curiosity, you ask, “What is it?”

Steve smirks and raises his eyebrows. “Went to the store and got one of those ice cream cakes Buck likes.”

“Well,” you start, “that will certainly be a nice treat for later.”

You and Steve share a smile as you both grab the food and milkshakes so you can bring it to the living room. The living room where you plan to have dinner and a show with your two wonderful super-soldier boyfriends.

Afterwards, you and Steve resign yourselves to standing around the kitchen, catching up on the last few weeks. You and Steve are ready to happily greet Bucky once the time comes that he opens the door.

It feels like time drags on and on while you two are waiting so you’re very much thankful when you finally hear the turning of the doorknob. You and Steve separate from where you had been wrapped around each other, turning and shouting Bucky’s name in excitement. Just as he walks through the door, Bucky is all bashful as soon as he sees his two boyfriends greet him with spread arms and wide smiles.

You look him up and down for the first time in quite awhile, Bucky just as gorgeous as he always was. He clearly showered and changed beforehand if the damp hair and sweatpants are anything to go by.

Bucky drops the gym bag, obviously filled with his dirty and possibly damaged suit, on the floor. He stretches his arms out, resting each hand on the back of your and Steve’s necks so he can pull you both in close to give each of you a kiss on the lips.

“Welcome home.”

“Welcome home indeed,” Bucky rumbles back, a heart-eye look sweeping across his face. You’re one of the two people on earth that gets to receive that look, not that you mean to brag or anything.

“I’ll take your bag and put it in our room,” Steve tells Bucky. Bucky thanks him before he pulls Steve into another kiss. It’s something you feel there’s going to be a lot of for the rest of the evening, which you look forward to.

Steve takes Bucky’s gym bag from him before walking off so he can do exactly as he said, leaving you and your other boyfriend by yourselves in the kitchen. Once Steve is out of reach, you feel Bucky’s hand move from the back of your neck to your waist, which allows him to pull you in close. He presses you against his chest so he can engage in a deep reunion kiss. It’s been a long time since you’ve last felt his lips against yours which is why you allow yourself to indulge.

You have to force yourself to take a step back. “Not that I'm not enjoying this, because I 100 percent am, but…” you trail off as you take Bucky’s hand in yours, ”we should go to the living room for your first surprise.”

“First surprise?” Bucky’s tone lilts in clear interest, eyebrows raising. It’s almost as if he’s joking but you’re able to tell that Bucky’s genuinely looking forward to what you and Steve have prepared for him.

“We haven’t seen each other properly in weeks. There’s a lot to catch up on.”

“Well, I am definitely looking forward to it. Lead the way, doll,” Bucky instructs you, causing you to chuckle before you turn away from him in order for him to lead him into the living room.

You present the done up living room with wide open arms and an enthusiastic ‘ta-da’ and it seems that if Bucky’s smile could get bigger, it probably would. He surveys your and Steve’s work before he turns back towards you and also Steve, who has just rejoined you and Bucky. “What do you think, Buck?”

“You know what I think, Stevie baby,” Bucky tells him, grabbing one of each of your and Steve’s hands. “I absolutely love it.”

Changing the subject a little, you say, “Well, pick a seat because none of us are moving for anything other than changing the movie and getting dessert.”

Bucky hums, his voice lifting up high at the end. “Dessert, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve dismisses before his boyfriend could get any ideas. “You have to finish your dinner first.”

Bucky nods eagerly, not in any way bothered by being withheld dessert, before he takes his seat in the middle of the couch. He clearly wants to have his boyfriends cuddled up on either side of him.

“So, what do you want to watch first?” you question while you scoot the pile of movies closer to Bucky, who doesn’t take any time at all to begin picking out the movie he wants. And as it turns out, it’s a horror movie called The Apparition.

While he takes it from the pile, Bucky comments, “Been awhile since I’ve seen one fo these.”

“Horror movie, huh?” Steve jokes. “Trying to be our knight in shining armor while we cower behind you in fear?” you laugh alongside your boyfriends.

You settle back on the couch once you’ve taken the movie from Bucky and put it in the DVD player, which begins to play shortly after. You and your boyfriends snuggle into each other’s sides, feet pulled close to your bodies as you all munch on your food.

Well, it’s more like Steve and Bucky are eating their food. At the moment, you were less interested in your food and more interested in Bucky. Your boyfriend was distracting in general, both of them were. But it’s the smooth brown waves of Bucky’s hair that’s distracting you specifically. It looks so soft, especially so after Bucky’s washed it, and you just want to run your fingers through it, play with it for hours.

Your eyes wander down to your wrist as you continue to think about your boyfriend’s long hair, eyes catching on the little black band around your wrist. It’s a hair tie, one that you and Steve always have wrapped around your wrists for this precise reason. For tying up Bucky’s hair when he needs or wants to. It’s a habit to keep hair ties on your person constantly, originating right around the time Bucky was cleared to go on missions. He had decided that he wanted to keep his hair long, at least for the time being, so as the length of Bucky’s hair grew larger so did the need for hair ties at any given time.

You glance between Bucky’s hair and the hair tie, your self control wearing thin. After only a few seconds, you’re not able to help yourself from reaching your hand out to your boyfriend’s beautiful brown hair. You weave your fingers through a few strands is all it takes for your desire to skyrocket.

Tangling both of your hands to Bucky’s hair, you feel him pause in his eating but you pay it no mind as you begin to languidly braid his hair. It’s not long before another pair of hands join yours. Looking over, you spot a giddy Steve on the other side of Bucky. It appears as if your thoughts have rubbed off on him because he grabs the other half of Bucky’s hair so he can braid it alongside you.

Bucky chuckles, clearly amused. “You two are ridiculous.” Although, you wonder if Bucky can really blame you.

“Your hair is really beautiful, though,” Steve adds. Bucky doesn’t say anything in response, not that it matters. The blush that highlights his cheeks for the next five minutes is telling enough.

You and Steve share knowing looks as you both continue to braid your boyfriend’s hair, permanent smiles stretching across your faces.

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