You barely chocked on your drink when you saw Sebastian stepping out of his trailer in not more than some black jeans and a brown coat, his fake cigarette resting between his lips.
You took him in once, twice… but it just got worse. The coat was slightly open showing some parts of his wide chest and perfect abs. He looked delicious. You couldn’t quit staring as his happy trail disappeared under his tight pants, your imagination getting you way too far.
Your gazing was broken by a familiar voice, calling you into the makeup trailer to fix Sebastian’a hair just a little before the filming. You took a deep breath, wetting your lips and tried to bury your fantasies deep in your mind.
Oh, it didn’t work.
At the moment you stepped into the trailer, Seb was already there sitting in your chair comfortably, his thighs open wide, smirking at you.
‘You are not quite subtle about starting, doll.’ His voice sent shivers down in your spine.
‘Not my fault.’ You murmured while dropping on your knees in front of him. ‘Oh, fuck!’ You growled when you popped open his button and you were right and he was going commando.
‘I love working with you.’ He groaned and dipped is fingers into your hair as you licked a fat strip from his base to the swollen top before sucking him hard.
So, this is my submission to the wonderful @sgtjbuccky‘s End of Year writing challenge. Thank you for hosting this, and giving us the opportunity to participate! 🙂
The pairing turned out as 40!Stucky this time, but Steve is not smoll anymore, because it takes place during the war.
There are some warnings but not too much, just some angst, fluff, kissing, near to death experience (kind of), almost too late confessions, WWII, and Steve very obviously being in love with Bucky.
Word count: 2.5K
A/N: So, I wanted to write this as a Bucky x Reader kind of or straight into smut story, but it have never really worked out. That’s why I decided on Stucky, because I am a trash for those two together, and because I kind of wanted to try writing some angst? It’s not very deep or hardcore angst tho, and it almost turned into smut, but I could resist this time.
I am horrible at giving titles, and sorry for my grammar.
There was
yelling and continuous gunshots. Wounded and dead everywhere. The smell of
burned flesh and smoke filled the air.
Steve took
a second to think about the process and the decisions he made which took him
into this place. The place where he was so eager to get and where Bucky was
obliged to go. They become soldiers, got to the war but neither of them had any
idea of how it would be, how horrible it really was, how many friends they
would see die or get captured. How many villages will be burnt by the time they
get there, how many men, women and children would suffer, cry for help and beg
them to help. It was hard to imagine, even harder to process.
He had a
second before breaking out of his hiding place to look at Bucky. He was
focused, his back against the thick wood, holding his gun ready to shoot.
He
shouldn’t have been here.
No, Bucky
should have been in Brooklyn, charming girls and dream about his future, not
here in the god damn war, fighting next to him, risking his life.
He was more
worried about his friend than for himself. If anything have happened to Bucky…
He shook his head. He could have never forgive himself, he never thought about
living longer than Bucky, not with all the sickness and health conditions he
had. But now? Now he had a big chance that I might happen.
Goodness these lil’ fuckers truly have all of my heart, and they’re just impossible, aren’t they? following each other no matter where it is even if it’s the jaws of death disguised in a war!! I was so happy to see you wanted to write this as Stucky, and I absolutely love how you went about it. Steve’s concern for Bucky, simply just wanting to be close to him to make absolutely sure nothing happens to him, I love it. Cause it’s always been Bucky who looked out for Steve, but now the blond is returning the favor and he simply cannot let anything happen to him! I was really afraid they would’ve stepped on a trap that would end in an explosion or something, but then it was a deadly gas instead, and fuck I was so scared thinking if they’d make it out or not!! Steve’s first thought being Bucky when he woke up had my heart soaring, cause even if he too, was hurt, he focused on Bucky first and goodness, I just love these two okay.
Of course, Bucky would tell Steve to go spend his last minutes with Peggy cause he’s a selfless little dumbass, and of course Steve isn’t going anywhere, cause even if he loves Peggy, he fucking loves James Buchanan Barnes even more and my heart is soaring alright! I love that Steve was the one to confess his feelings first, and Bucky’s confession came after they got to know that they weren’t dying anyway!! Such a sweet sweet piece of writing, I adored the way you went about the prompt and thank you so much for wanting to participate in the challenge!!!! ❤ ❤
Thank you so much! I am so happy you liked it! I am also very happy I decided to write it as Stucky, because I just love it a lot more this way, I love to discover their love for each other, because it is soo pure and I am dead for them.
You barely chocked on your drink when you saw Sebastian stepping out of his trailer in not more than some black jeans and a brown coat, his fake cigarette resting between his lips.
You took him in once, twice… but it just got worse. The coat was slightly open showing some parts of his wide chest and perfect abs. He looked delicious. You couldn’t quit staring as his happy trail disappeared under his tight pants, your imagination getting you way too far.
Your gazing was broken by a familiar voice, calling you into the makeup trailer to fix Sebastian’a hair just a little before the filming. You took a deep breath, wetting your lips and tried to bury your fantasies deep in your mind.
Oh, it didn’t work.
At the moment you stepped into the trailer, Seb was already there sitting in your chair comfortably, his thighs open wide, smirking at you.
‘You are not quite subtle about starting, doll.’ His voice sent shivers down in your spine.
‘Not my fault.’ You murmured while dropping on your knees in front of him. ‘Oh, fuck!’ You growled when you popped open his button and you were right and he was going commando.
‘I love working with you.’ He groaned and dipped is fingers into your hair as you licked a fat strip from his base to the swollen top before sucking him hard.
what about this is heterosexual, exactly? who looks at their totally-platonic-bff-slash-soulmate like that? all i’m seeing is a “i’m undressing you with my eyes” look at the very least, but it def feels more like The most “i’m gonna fuck u senseless the moment we’re alone” look
So, this is my submission to the wonderful @sgtjbuccky‘s End of Year writing challenge. Thank you for hosting this, and giving us the opportunity to participate! 🙂
The pairing turned out as 40!Stucky this time, but Steve is not smoll anymore, because it takes place during the war.
There are some warnings but not too much, just some angst, fluff, kissing, near to death experience (kind of), almost too late confessions, WWII, and Steve very obviously being in love with Bucky.
Word count: 2.5K
A/N: So, I wanted to write this as a Bucky x Reader kind of or straight into smut story, but it have never really worked out. That’s why I decided on Stucky, because I am a trash for those two together, and because I kind of wanted to try writing some angst? It’s not very deep or hardcore angst tho, and it almost turned into smut, but I could resist this time.
I am horrible at giving titles, and sorry for my grammar.
There was
yelling and continuous gunshots. Wounded and dead everywhere. The smell of
burned flesh and smoke filled the air.
Steve took
a second to think about the process and the decisions he made which took him
into this place. The place where he was so eager to get and where Bucky was
obliged to go. They become soldiers, got to the war but neither of them had any
idea of how it would be, how horrible it really was, how many friends they
would see die or get captured. How many villages will be burnt by the time they
get there, how many men, women and children would suffer, cry for help and beg
them to help. It was hard to imagine, even harder to process.
He had a
second before breaking out of his hiding place to look at Bucky. He was
focused, his back against the thick wood, holding his gun ready to shoot.
He
shouldn’t have been here.
No, Bucky
should have been in Brooklyn, charming girls and dream about his future, not
here in the god damn war, fighting next to him, risking his life.
He was more
worried about his friend than for himself. If anything have happened to Bucky…
He shook his head. He could have never forgive himself, he never thought about
living longer than Bucky, not with all the sickness and health conditions he
had. But now? Now he had a big chance that I might happen.
So, this is my submission to the wonderful @sgtjbuccky‘s End of Year writing challenge. Thank you for hosting this, and giving us the opportunity to participate! 🙂
The pairing turned out as 40!Stucky this time, but Steve is not smoll anymore, because it takes place during the war.
There are some warnings but not too much, just some angst, fluff, kissing, near to death experience (kind of), almost too late confessions, WWII, and Steve very obviously being in love with Bucky.
Word count: 2.5K
A/N: So, I wanted to write this as a Bucky x Reader kind of or straight into smut story, but it have never really worked out. That’s why I decided on Stucky, because I am a trash for those two together, and because I kind of wanted to try writing some angst? It’s not very deep or hardcore angst tho, and it almost turned into smut, but I could resist this time.
I am horrible at giving titles, and sorry for my grammar.
There was
yelling and continuous gunshots. Wounded and dead everywhere. The smell of
burned flesh and smoke filled the air.
Steve took
a second to think about the process and the decisions he made which took him
into this place. The place where he was so eager to get and where Bucky was
obliged to go. They become soldiers, got to the war but neither of them had any
idea of how it would be, how horrible it really was, how many friends they
would see die or get captured. How many villages will be burnt by the time they
get there, how many men, women and children would suffer, cry for help and beg
them to help. It was hard to imagine, even harder to process.
He had a
second before breaking out of his hiding place to look at Bucky. He was
focused, his back against the thick wood, holding his gun ready to shoot.
He
shouldn’t have been here.
No, Bucky
should have been in Brooklyn, charming girls and dream about his future, not
here in the god damn war, fighting next to him, risking his life.
He was more
worried about his friend than for himself. If anything have happened to Bucky…
He shook his head. He could have never forgive himself, he never thought about
living longer than Bucky, not with all the sickness and health conditions he
had. But now? Now he had a big chance that I might happen.
Oh this is just gorgous @tetralea ! It reminds me of an animation gif of Steve & Bucky making out (if i can find it i’ll insert it below), and i am so glad you’ve written this as its the kind of story i would always love to write myself but never feel good enough to get all the feelings in. Bravo!
Edit: i couldnt find the gif. But its beautiful. Its Steve and Bucky lying on a bed, stripping their shirts off and making out and gives major 1940’s army camp vibes. 💜
Thank you so much! I means a lot! 🙂 I loved to write this, in my head they just so much and crazy in love, and I love to rediscover it from a lot of different aspects.
😦 I’m sad you couldn’t find the gif, I don’t think I have ever come across it, but now I am curious.
So, this is my submission to the wonderful @sgtjbuccky‘s End of Year writing challenge. Thank you for hosting this, and giving us the opportunity to participate! 🙂
The pairing turned out as 40!Stucky this time, but Steve is not smoll anymore, because it takes place during the war.
There are some warnings but not too much, just some angst, fluff, kissing, near to death experience (kind of), almost too late confessions, WWII, and Steve very obviously being in love with Bucky.
Word count: 2.5K
A/N: So, I wanted to write this as a Bucky x Reader kind of or straight into smut story, but it have never really worked out. That’s why I decided on Stucky, because I am a trash for those two together, and because I kind of wanted to try writing some angst? It’s not very deep or hardcore angst tho, and it almost turned into smut, but I could resist this time.
I am horrible at giving titles, and sorry for my grammar.
There was
yelling and continuous gunshots. Wounded and dead everywhere. The smell of
burned flesh and smoke filled the air.
Steve took
a second to think about the process and the decisions he made which took him
into this place. The place where he was so eager to get and where Bucky was
obliged to go. They become soldiers, got to the war but neither of them had any
idea of how it would be, how horrible it really was, how many friends they
would see die or get captured. How many villages will be burnt by the time they
get there, how many men, women and children would suffer, cry for help and beg
them to help. It was hard to imagine, even harder to process.
He had a
second before breaking out of his hiding place to look at Bucky. He was
focused, his back against the thick wood, holding his gun ready to shoot.
He
shouldn’t have been here.
No, Bucky
should have been in Brooklyn, charming girls and dream about his future, not
here in the god damn war, fighting next to him, risking his life.
He was more
worried about his friend than for himself. If anything have happened to Bucky…
He shook his head. He could have never forgive himself, he never thought about
living longer than Bucky, not with all the sickness and health conditions he
had. But now? Now he had a big chance that I might happen.
At this
moment he had the signal and broke out, taking down a few Hydra operatives,
running after the rest of the Commandos. He and Bucky broke into the facility
while the others were securing the doors.
‘The rooms are
empty.’ He heard Bucky’s voice from the hallway, lowering his weapon. ‘There is
no one here.’
‘It looks
like there wasn’t even anyone here.’ Steve looked around, searching for any
hidden doors, but there was nothing. ‘Something is not right.’ He walked around
one more time, staring at the walls.
‘Fuck.’
Bucky sweared and the blond one’s head turned to his direction immediately. He
was standing a on a trap, which could have been a missile, but something else
happened.
Some parts
of the ceiling opened and a few packages fall out right between them and the
only exit of the building.
‘Steve?’
Bucky’s voice was scared as he pointed to the small grenade looking object. It
wasn’t very clear first but as is stopped rolling a small picture of a skull got
visible on the outside. ‘Should we run? I don’t think it a missile, I think it
was the trigger.’ He asked not daring to move at all, his hands slightly
shaking.
Seemingly
nothing have happened for a second, only the distant gunshots and yelling broke
into the silence of the cold room.
‘Let’s go.
I don’t really want to know what are these.’ Steve’s gaze was fixed on the
small objects on the ground waiting for them to kill both of them right then
and there, but it didn’t happen.
He started
to walk towards the exit when the little balls got opened and choking white
smoke got released into the air.
‘Buck,
run!’ Steve yelled and grabbed the shocked man’s arm to pull him out of his
trans. The hallway was longer than they remembered and by the time they reached
the end they barely could see from the thick smoke in the air.
Before
reaching the door Bucky grabbed one of the vessels of the gas and shoved it
into his pocket, next to his knee.
‘What the
hell?’ Steve was standing outside of the building now, trying to gain his
balance back and clear his vision, but nothing have helped. He could hear Bucky
desperately gasping for air and coughing heavily, and he wished to hold him in
a way his friend did to him whenever his health got weak and he thought that
second would be the last, but he couldn’t see him, he couldn’t reach him.
‘We need to
take him back to the others, he needs the meds, he needs a doctor.’ The Commandos’
yelling made him numb with fear. No, no it can’t be! Not now, not here. It is
too soon, he is not prepared.
The numbing
fear was the last thing he remembered before pure whiteness filled his vision
and all he could hear was a loud beep in his ears and then it was darkness.
His body
was heavy, he had a terrible headache and his throat was burning.
The gas.
Bucky!
Steve
opened his eyes instantly, and sit up on the mattress, looking around, his
heart pounding heavily against his chest and his eyes burning but not from the
smoke.
Bucky!
He was
there, alive and seemingly well. He was quietly sitting on the mattress and
reading a piece of paper. When he noticed the noise coming from Steve’s bed he
looked up with a tired but relieved smile.
‘Hey, pal!’
He waved with the paper kindly. ‘It was just time for you to wake up.’ He
laughed and stood up to walk to his friend.
‘Are you
okay?’ Steve asked a bit too fast, his blue eyes running up and down on Bucky’s
body, trying to find any injuries, but he looked just fine.
‘Yes, I am
fine, so far.’ He sat down and turned his painful steel gaze from Steve.
The blond
man slid to the side of the mattress a bit to give the brunette more space,
tilting his head, trying to read Bucky’s expression. What? What now? They were
alive and back from the trenches, what else could it be.
‘The smoke
was probably poison, Steve.’ Bucky’s voice was distant and painful, still
refusing to look at Steve. ‘I grabbed one to bring here, and the chemists say
that it is something lethal. They don’t know how much time do we have, or how
it is gonna happen, but we don’t have much time left.’
No, no, no!
It can’t be! It can’t end like this. Not here, not now! There were so many things…
‘You should
go and see Peggy, she was really worried about you. You should spend your time
with her while you can.’ Steve couldn’t believe his ears. Bucky wanted to send
him away? He wanted him to leave? To leave him alone? Dying?
Even if he
did, why did he looked so broken, so sad, not even looking at him. ‘Come on, I
am not leaving you alone!’ He grabbed the round shoulders and shook Bucky a
little. ‘We are… I am with you till the end of the line, remember? Don’t you
dare to ask me to leave you alone!’ Steve concerned voice finally made Bucky
turn to him, his beautiful blue eyes weak and filled with pain.
‘Why not?
You love her.’ He shrugged his shoulder turning his eyes to Steve. ‘Go, don’t
waste your time to me.’ He nodded towards the exit of the tent encouraging
Steve to leave.
‘But- I
love you too!’ His voice was pure and honest it even surprised himself.
The light
blue eyes turned to him in shock, Bucky’s pink lips parted in shock, staring at
the man next to him.
‘I could
never leave you, you are my best friend. We are in this together.’ He shook his
head, making Bucky turn to him a little more. ‘I did not come so far, rescuing
you from the Hydra to leave you just like this, Buck. I love you so, so much
more than that.’ The warm hands cupped Bucky’s face, holding it gently,
desperately trying to erase the pain from those otherwise happy and sparkling
eyes. ‘Buck, you were the first and only person who could see me! Not only the
weak, sick kid I was, but what I was beyond that. You were there for me every
day, every hour and every second I needed you, and even in times when I didn’t
know I needed you, so please, please don’t push me away now, okay? Please let
me be here, with you, because even if I do love Peggy, I couldn’t stand the
feeling of losing you and not spending every last second with you.’ They were
both shaking a bit, maybe it was the poison or the cold, or something else.
‘God, I
hate when you are with her. I hate the way you look at her, the way you try to
charm her and how she is falling for it.’ Bucky confessed with a forced laugh.
‘I knew it would come, and I know I should be happy for you, but I have never
thought I’d come back from the war, I never thought you would come after me and
God knows, I never though we would see each other again.’ Bucky couldn’t not
notice how warm Steve’s hands were after all the cold touches during the years,
just as he couldn’t not notice how plump and soft his lips looked and how Steve
never shook his own hands away from the blond locks. They were sitting close on
the small mattress, legs tangled together, hands on each other, their foreheads
pressing together.
Steve
didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to he didn’t want to. He just let the
calming presence of Bucky sweep into his soul, the way his skin was hot against
his own, how it was still soft despite of all the scars and wounds he had, how
his breath was fanning across his lips and it made him tremble in an oddly inappropriate
way, but he didn’t care.
‘Is it
okay, if I just stay here?’ Bucky broke the silence with a whisper.
‘No, I
don’t mind at all.’ Steve laughed a little as they laid down and he covered
themselves with his blanket.
They just
stayed there, their legs tangled together under the hard fabric of the blanket,
their foreheads only and inch away. It was only a little smile and a surprise
giggle what Steve made when Bucky’s hand found his, interlocking their fingers,
saying more with this little gesture and with a thousand words.
‘I wouldn’t
be anywhere else right now, then here with you, you know?’ Bucky asked quietly,
his eyes still closed. ‘It feels so natural, like how it was and it supposed to
be in all our lives.’ He squished his hands around Steve’s.
‘Yes. I
don’t know what it makes us but, I need to ask you something, before it is
over, because I need to know, and it doesn’t matter now, right?’ Steve inched
his head back a little to look at Bucky, making him opening his eyes too. He
took a deep breath ad looked into those impossibly blue eyes. ‘I love you, a
lot. More than anything. So, do you? Do you love me?’
Bucky’s
eyes went wide not really being able to answer immediately. He felt overwhelmed
by his own feelings, which he surpassed for so long, and the whole situation
and Steve’s confession left him speechless.
At the very
moment they heard moving and talking outside of the tent so as quickly as they
could they let each other go and pretend to just sit and talk together, when
the doctor entered. He had a big smile on his face and was waving some papers
to the two men.
‘I gave
great news for you Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.’ He laughed and handed
them the two papers. ‘The poison wasn’t deadly. It was designed to make the
enemy unable to move and escape from the facility so they can capture more of
ours, but you made it out!’ He smiled wide, grabbing the two soldier’s
shoulders. ‘It gets cleared from the body in approximately two days, so it is
recommended to have some rest until than and no exessve physical activities are
recommended. So-‘ He clapped his hands, and stood up. ‘have some rest and you
will be better than new by tomorrow.’ He waved and walked out of the tent with
a relieved laugh, leaving the two men in utter shock.
‘So, it turns out we’re not actually gonna
die after all.’ Bucky laughed nervously as he was staring at his own
medical records.
‘Dammit.’ Steve mumbled, suddenly
hearing again everything what they said in the last hour. They both stayed in
place, not really daring to move or look at each other.
After a
minute of horrible silence Steve cleared his throat. ‘You didn’t answered my
question.’ He said softly, making Bucky look at him in disbelief. ‘You know
that us not dying doesn’t change any of it, Bucky. I still love you. Do you
love me?’ He asked carefully, now not really being sure about the answer at
all.
Bucky
closed his eyes and smiled, terrifying Steve endlessly. It was a horrible idea.
‘I do,
Stevie. I love you, so fucking much.’ He let out an awkward laugh biting his
bottom lip before looking up to the concerned eyes.
Their gazes
were staring for a second, searching for any sign of dishonesty but there was
none. Bucky moved first, leaning close, his hand sliding to the back of Steve’s
head, before the blond one could have closed the distance between them. Their
lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss. They took their time, getting to know the
other one’s lips, they way it felt on their own, the unfamiliar yet thrilling
sensation. Bucky have kissed many before but none of them felt this good, this
right, this soft and honest and Steve just got lost in the new sensation. He
wasn’t unfamiliar with kissing but kissing Bucky was something different, it
made his heart race and his soul ache for more. He whimpered into the warm lips
when Bucky opened his mouth and slid his tongue into his mouth, stroking and
circling his tongue, making Steve feel all the butterflyes in his stomach. The
long fingers dipped into the brown, messy locks, pulling Bucky closer, letting
him push Steve’s chest a little to lay back onto the mattress.
‘One more
thing…’ Steve whispered between the dot kisses. ‘Would you… Would you be my
lover? If you think it’s Peggy you are wrong… I want you, always wanted you.’
He panted, pulling Bucky even more onto his body.
‘Oh, god,
yes!’ Bucky growled sucking on Steve’s bottom lips. ‘But I thought we shouldn’t
do any heavy physical exercise yet.’ He smirked which earned a deep red blush
on Steve’s cheeks.
‘You should
take me out first, like you did all those girls.’ He laughed kissing Bucky
again.
‘Well, I
might can’t do it here, but I am sure as hell, we can do the other stuff if you
promise to be quiet.’ He laughed happily peppering Steve’s flushed cheeks with
kisses.
Maybe it
wasn’t too soon, maybe it was almost too late after all. Maybe they were in the
God damn war, but they were together, alive and right now, utterly happy and unbelievably in love.
A/N: I really hope that even if it was kind of short it was enjoyable, and the ending is not that bad as I feel it is. This was the first challenge I participated, but I hope there will be more in the future.
Tetralea 