abaker74

[abaker74]

Oh no. Bucky and Steve are gonna be grouchy lmao

Invisible | Part 13

Pairings: Bucky x reader AU (soon-ish????)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: None yet lol

A/N: Yall we have bucky meeting dean next 👀👀👀👀

Masterpost

Bucky tossed his keys onto the counter, the familiar metallic clink echoing through the silent apartment. The quiet settled over him like a heavy blanket, oppressive and suffocating. The faint hum of the fridge and the soft ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds, filling the space where your laughter or the shuffle of your footsteps used to be. His eyes instinctively flicked to the small ceramic bowl by the door—the one he’d made you for your birthday last year, glazed in your favorite colors.

Empty.

His chest tightened. You’d been home.

He let out a slow, uneven breath, running a hand through his hair, the motion doing little to ease the tension coiled in his shoulders. Of course, you’d come back at some point. You lived here too. And yet, seeing the empty bowl still sent a pang of something sharp through his chest.

He knew your shifts had been just out of sync with his, making it easy to avoid each other. And while the rational part of him told him this was a good thing—that you both needed space to cool off— but the last time you and him went this long without communicating or seeing each other was the first 5 years of your lives when you hadn't met yet, even your first big fight in high school only lasted 48 hours, yet another part of him, the part that constantly replayed the fight in his head, hated it.

God, he hated it.

He hated himself.

The weight of your absence was everywhere: in the way your bedroom door remained firmly closed, where it was usually freely open, in the lingering smell of your favorite shampoo that still clung to the bathroom, in the faint indent your slippers left by the couch. You were avoiding him, and he couldn’t blame you. Hell, he was avoiding you too.

He sighed deeply, pulling his phone from his pocket when it buzzed. He lingered on his home screen of the photo of him and you. His thumb swiped across the screen, his heart sinking slightly when he saw the message from Sam.

Sam: Still no word from Nat?

Bucky: Not since that Friday. She’s still pissed, I guess.

Sam: Yeah, well… you’re lucky Y/N didn’t tell her to throw your stuff out the window.

Bucky huffed a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he typed his reply.

Bucky: Wouldn’t blame her if she did.

He stared at the screen, the soft glow illuminating his tired features. He could practically hear Natasha’s voice in his head, ripping into him with every creative insult she could muster. And, honestly? She’d be right. He was a dick. An asshole. Every name in the book and that was being kind.

But what hurt more was knowing that even now, even after everything, you were probably still defending him. You always did. You always had his back, no matter how much he screwed up. It was one of the things he both loved and hated about you—your loyalty, your unwavering faith in him. And that only made him feel worse.

Because this time? He didn’t deserve it.

With a frustrated sigh, he pocketed his phone and trudged toward his room, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor. The night stretched ahead of him, and all he could think about was the looming “great date” with Kate.

He should feel something—excitement, anticipation, maybe even relief at the prospect of a distraction. But all he felt was dread, a gnawing pit in his stomach that only seemed to grow the closer it got to 5 p.m.

Kate deserved better than this.

So did you.

He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees as he rubbed his face with his hands. His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts, each one louder than the last. He knew what he had to do, what he should’ve done weeks ago. He shouldn't even have gotten more involved with someone else while his feelings were all over the place and his heart always was with you. But every time he thought about it, about ending things with Kate, his thoughts circled back to you.

What would you think? Would you even care? You never did before, did you? There was times in high school when he would see a slight sadness in your eyes when he was another girl and because of that he never let things get too serious with any of them, and it wasn't your fault directly he knew that, he was the one making the decision because in the end he would always chose you over them, and they eventually always gave him a 'You cant have a girl as your best friend!' 'Look at the way she looks at you!' 'Its her or me Bucky!'

Bucky leaned back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. He had to get his shit together, had to figure out how to fix this mess he’d made. But first, he had to get through tonight.

--

The restaurant was warm, the low buzz of conversation filling the air as Bucky sat across from Kate. She looked beautiful, her dark hair falling in soft waves, a kind smile on her face. She’d dressed up for the occasion, wearing a sleek black dress that made her look effortlessly elegant.

“Glad we could finally make this work,” Kate said, her voice light as she sipped her wine. “We’ve both been so busy.”

Bucky forced a smile. “Yeah, me too. It’s nice to… slow down for a bit.”

Kate smiled, leaning on her hand as she studied him. “You seem distracted, though. Long day?”

“Something like that,” Bucky muttered, swirling his own glass of wine.

The truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Wondering if you were still upset, replaying every moment of the fight in his head, the look on your face when you left. And then there was the matter of Kate.

Kate was kind. She was sweet, funny, and easy to be around. But she wasn’t you. God, no one would ever be you.

She didn’t make his heart race with just a glance. She didn’t know every little quirk about him, like how he always needed coffee first thing in the morning before uttering a single syllable or how he secretly loved old noir films. How he had a secret vendetta against green m&m's because he almost choked on one as a kid and hasn't touched one since, how he preferred Hockey over Football but he would never tell Steve or Sam that. She wasn’t the one he imagined sharing his life with, that had always been you, even when things were messy, it was still you.

“Bucky?” Kate’s voice brought him back to the present, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said quickly, straightening up. “Just… a lot on my mind.”

Kate gave him a small, understanding smile. “You’ve been off since you picked me up. If something’s going on, you can tell me.”

Bucky hesitated, the words catching in his throat. He knew he couldn’t keep stringing her along—it wasn’t fair to either of them.

He leaned forward, setting his glass down. “Kate… I need to be honest with you.”

Her smile faltered slightly, but she nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“You’re great,” Bucky started, his voice soft but firm. “You’re smart, funny, your beautiful, perfect really and anyone would be lucky to be with you. But… my heart’s not in this.”

Kate’s expression softened, a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she didn’t look surprised. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Bucky’s stomach twisted. He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Kate took a deep breath, her lips pressing into a thin line before she gave him a small, bittersweet smile. “I figured as much. You’ve been… somewhere else this whole time.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, his voice low. “You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart. And that’s not me.”

Kate reached across the table, placing a gentle hand on his. “Thank you for being honest. It sucks, but… I get it. I think I knew deep down this was coming.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. “Kate…”

She shook her head, a soft smile on her face despite the tears threatening to spill. “No, it’s okay. Really. It hurts don't get me wrong, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy, Bucky. You’ve always been kind, even if you’ve been distracted.”

Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. “Honestly, I’m glad this happened now, before I got in too deep. I could see it from the start, you know? The way you look at her… and the way she looks at you.”

Bucky blinked, his heart clenching. “Kate—”

“I hope it works out between you two,” she interrupted gently. “You clearly care about each other. And even though it’s not what I wanted for us, I’m glad you told me now instead of dragging it out.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them. Finally, Kate withdrew her hand, giving him a nod. “Take care of yourself, Bucky. And… I hope she knows how lucky she is.”

Bucky’s throat tightened, but he managed to say, “Thanks, Kate.”

As she stood to leave, Bucky watched her go, a mix of relief and guilt washing over him. He had ended things with her, but now he was left with the harder task: facing you.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages until he found Sam’s text thread again.

Bucky: It’s done. I ended it.

Sam: Finally. Now, what’s your plan with Y/N?

Bucky stared at the screen for a long moment, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. What was his plan? All he knew was that he couldn’t avoid you any longer.

High school - Junior Year

The bleachers creaked beneath you as you shifted, pulling your hoodie tighter around you against the crisp autumn air. The Friday night lights cast a golden glow over the football field, illuminating the players as they huddled together, the crowd buzzing with energy. But your attention wasn’t on the game—it was on the boy sitting next to you.

Bucky, with his ever-present leather jacket slung over his hoodie, was leaning back against the bleachers, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were soft tonight, lazily following the movement on the field.

“You’re not even watching the game,” you teased, nudging his arm with your elbow.

Bucky smirked, tilting his head to look at you. “And you are?”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “I’m here for moral support. Steve’s playing, remember?”

“Ah, right,” Bucky said, nodding solemnly. “Go team.”

You laughed, the sound light and easy, and he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the noise of the game fading into the background as the chilly breeze swept through the bleachers.

Bucky leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “You cold?”

You shrugged, even though you were. “I’m fine.”

Without a word, Bucky shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“Bucky, I’m fine,” you protested, but you didn’t make a move to take it off. The warmth and the familiar scent of leather and something distinctly him were too comforting.

“Just take it,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “I’ve got a built-in heater.” He flexed his arms, grinning. “These guns.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” he shot back, his voice teasing but soft.

Your heart did a little flip, and you ducked your head, hoping he didn’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement as Steve jogged past the bleachers, heading toward the sideline. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes flicking between you and Bucky. He offered a quick wave before disappearing back into the game.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking as he nudged your shoulder. “You see that?”

“See what?” you asked, confused.

“The way Steve was looking over here,” Bucky said, his smirk widening as he leaned back against the bleachers. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s got a little crush.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Steve? Please.”

But Bucky wasn’t done. When Steve came jogging back after the next play, Bucky waved him over, his grin turning mischievous. “Hey, Rogers!”

Steve looked slightly hesitant but made his way over, catching his breath. “What’s up?”

Bucky nudged him playfully. “You’ve been sneaking glances over here all night. Something you wanna share with the class?”

Steve’s face turned a little red, and he quickly shook his head. “Yeah, right, Buck,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Bucky laughed, giving him a light shove. “Relax, man. Just saying, if you’ve got a crush, you’ve got good taste.”

Steve shot him a look, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “You’re impossible,” he muttered before heading back to the field.

You watched him go, feeling a mix of amusement and curiosity. “You’re such a troublemaker.”

“Hey, it’s my job,” Bucky said, leaning in close, his voice low. “Besides, he totally does.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened as Bucky’s arm brushed yours. “You’re imagining things.”

“Maybe,” Bucky said, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. “Maybe not.”

The air between you felt charged again, like it had earlier. But before you could say anything, the crowd erupted in cheers, breaking the moment. Steve had scored, and the entire crowd was on its feet, clapping and shouting.

“Atta boy, Steve!” Bucky cheered, clapping lazily.

You joined in, your heart still racing, but the spell was broken. The unspoken tension hung in the air, unacknowledged but palpable.

As the night wore on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Bucky, wondering what might have happened if the game hadn’t interrupted.

Thursday Night

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of your playlist as you sat at your vanity, carefully applying the final touches of makeup for your date with Dean. It had been a whirlwind week—four dates in five days—and each one had been incredible. Dean was sweet, funny, and attentive. Every moment with him felt easy, light.

But even as you smiled at the thought of him, a familiar ache tugged at your chest. You missed Bucky. You missed Natasha. Sure, you’d been talking to Wanda, Sam, and especially Steve, but it wasn’t the same. Natasha was your person, your closest confidante. And Bucky? Well, Bucky was Bucky.

Steve had been your rock through everything lately, always ready with a kind word or a listening ear. But even with his unwavering support, you’d noticed something different in him recently—a lingering sadness in his eyes, or maybe it was just weariness. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were burdening him with all your baggage. So, you’d started keeping things to yourself.

Like the kiss.

Your first kiss with Dean had been sweet, gentle, and everything a first kiss should be. But even in that perfect moment, your mind had wandered back to Bucky’s kiss in college—deep, passionate, and all-consuming. You shook your head, trying to push the thought away.

You were determined to move on.

Your heart skipped a beat. Before you could decide how to feel, there was a knock at the door.

Your phone buzzed with a message, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the screen:

Natasha: It’s me.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over and opened it. Natasha stood there, her usual confidence softened by something more vulnerable. Without a word, she stepped inside, her eyes locking onto yours.

“I love you,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I miss you. And I hate having to hear about your dates from Dean at work, pretending like i know already. I can’t stand it. I want to hear about them from you.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha continued, pacing slightly. “But I just hate seeing you sad. And yes, I’ve been mad at Bucky, but I know he’s not some horrible person. I understand his side too. Please, let’s just forget about it all, okay?”

Her words hit you like a wave, and you felt the weight of the past few days lift slightly. A small smile crept onto your face.

“Dean and I kissed,” you said, your voice light.

Natasha’s eyes widened, and she gasped dramatically. “Wait, what? No way, your kidding?" She paused looking you up and down, her eyes widening further "Are you seeing him again tonight?!”

You laughed, nodding "This will be 5 times this week.”

“Oh my god!! I’m so proud of you!” Natasha squealed, grabbing your hands.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m trying.”

Natasha grinned but then paused, her expression growing serious. “I heard you haven’t seen or talked to Bucky yet, this has been the longest since--"

Your smile faded "High School" You finished nodding. “No. I’ve been… avoiding him.”

She bit her lip, then hesitated before speaking again. “He broke up with Kate.”

You froze. “What?”

Natasha nodded, her voice gentle. “I just think you need all the information. Whatever you want to do with it is up to you. But I’ll always support you, no matter what.”

You stared at her, your thoughts spinning. Bucky had ended things with Kate? You’d spent the past few days convincing yourself that moving on with Dean was the right path, but now… everything felt complicated again.

Natasha squeezed your hand. “Take your time. Figure out what you want. Ill be here for anything and everything, okay?”

You nodded slowly, her words sinking in as you tried to steady your racing heart.

The elevator ride down to the lobby was a blur, your heart still racing from Natasha’s revelation. By the time you stepped out onto the street, you’d pushed the thought of Bucky breaking up with Kate to the back of your mind. Tonight wasn’t about him; it was about Dean.

You spotted him immediately, leaning casually against his car, dressed in a dark button-down that hugged his frame perfectly. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he pushed off the car, meeting you halfway.

“Wow,” he said, his gaze sweeping over you. “You look incredible, you always do"

You smiled, feeling a slight heat creep up your neck. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

Dean grinned, offering his arm. “Shall we?”

You linked your arm with his, and he led you to the car, opening the door with a flourish. “Such a gentleman,” you teased as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Only the best for you,” he replied with a wink before closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side.

The restaurant he chose was cozy, dimly lit with soft jazz playing in the background. The warm ambiance wrapped around you like a comforting hug as a host led you to a small table near the back, tucked away just enough to feel intimate.

Dean pulled out your chair, and you laughed softly. “Still keeping up the gentleman act, huh?”

“Always,” he said, leaning in slightly as he took his seat across from you. “Gotta keep you impressed.”

“Mission accomplished,” you replied, taking the menu from him. “So, what’s good here?”

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he watched you with an easy smile. “Everything, but you can’t go wrong with the lobster ravioli.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re getting?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a nod. “But if you want to try something else, we can share. I’m a generous guy.”

You smirked. “Good to know.”

As the evening went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Dean had a way of making you feel at ease, his charm disarming and his humor sharp. He told stories about his travels, painting vivid pictures of cities and adventures that made you laugh and lean in closer.

“So there I was,” Dean said, his hands animated as he recounted a tale of narrowly avoiding disaster on a hiking trip. “One wrong step, and I would’ve been headfirst into the river. My buddy still doesn’t let me live it down.”

You giggled, sipping your wine. “You seem like you get into a lot of near-death situations.”

“What can I say? I live life on the edge,” he teased, his voice dropping slightly as his foot nudged yours under the table. “But don’t worry, I’m always careful when it counts.”

Your stomach fluttered at the subtle contact, and you found yourself leaning forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Is that so?”

Dean’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze flickering to your lips. “It is,” he said softly, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Like right now. Sitting here with you… I want to make sure every moment counts.”

You felt your breath hitch, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. His hand reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light but deliberate, sending a spark up your arm.

“I’m glad you gave me a chance,” he said, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone like you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Someone like me?”

Dean nodded, his gaze steady. “Smart, funny, beautiful… someone who knows what they want but doesn’t take themselves too seriously. You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you laughed softly, trying to deflect. “You’ve got a pretty smooth way with words, Dean.”

He grinned. “They're not just words. I mean it.”

The waiter arrived then, breaking the moment as he set your plates down with a polite smile. You and Dean pulled back slightly, but the air between you remained charged.

As you both dug into your meals, the conversation picked up again, filled with laughter and shared bites of food. Dean’s foot found yours again under the table, and this time you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed back slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

When the check arrived, Dean insisted on paying, waving off your protests. “You can get the next one,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

“Next one, huh?” you teased as you stood.

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, offering his hand as you walked out of the restaurant. “I’m already planning it in my head.”

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, and Dean turned to you, his hand still holding yours. “Walk with me?” he asked.

You nodded, and the two of you strolled down the quiet street, the city lights casting a soft glow. Dean’s arm brushed against yours occasionally, each touch sending a warm pulse through you.

Finally, he stopped, turning to face you. His hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb gently grazing your skin. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured before leaning in.

His lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss, his other hand settling on your waist. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with a quiet intensity that made your heart race. You leaned into him, your hands resting on his chest as you let yourself get lost in the moment.

When you finally pulled back, Dean rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

You smiled, feeling a mix of warmth and a lingering ache. “Yeah… perfect.”

As you and Dean walked hand in hand through the city streets, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, filled with easy laughter. The warmth between you was undeniable, but there was still a small knot of tension in your chest, one you couldn’t quite shake.

Dean glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “So, Natasha mentioned something interesting the other day.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, curious but wary of what Nat might’ve said.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone light. “She told me about this tradition you and your friends have. Every Friday night, you all meet up at your favorite bar?”

You smiled softly. “That’s true. It’s kind of a ritual for us. We’ve been doing it for years.”

Dean nodded, his eyes warm. “She also mentioned that people you’re seeing are allowed to come along.”

You froze for a second, your heart skipping a beat. “She did, huh?”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile. “Look, I know we haven’t put a label on anything yet, and I get that you want to take things slow. I respect that, completely. But I just want you to know that I’m in this if you are. And if you’re comfortable, I’d love to meet your friends. Natasha always talks about how close you all are, and honestly… it sounds amazing.”

You hesitated, your thoughts immediately drifting to Bucky. Things with Natasha had started to smooth over, but the idea of bringing Dean into the fold brought a new wave of uncertainty. Would Bucky even be there? And if he was, how would he react?

But then again… Bucky or no Bucky, you couldn’t avoid him forever. You literally lived together, and at some point, you’d have to face him. Maybe doing it with your friends around, with Dean by your side, would make it easier. Maybe it was time to stop letting Bucky’s presence dictate your decisions.

You took a deep breath, forcing the knot in your chest to loosen. “Okay,” you said finally, your voice steady. “Yeah, I’d love for you to meet my family.”

Dean’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. “Family, huh? That close?”

You nodded, a fond smile tugging at your lips. “Yup. They’ve been my rock through everything. We’ve been through a lot together.”

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he said, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. “And hey, no pressure. If it gets too much, we’ll leave. I’m there for you, no matter what.”

You smiled, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you, Dean. That means a lot.”

“Of course,” he said softly. “You’re kind of incredible, you know that?”

"You said that already" Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned into him as the two of you continued your walk, the tension in your chest easing just a little.

[abaker74]

I've had a thought in my mind for a few days. A thought where, in Days of Future Past…When Logan goes to the school looking for Chalres and is met by a younger version of Beast. (Hank)

What if it wasn't Beast that met him at the door, but you? A younger version of yourself. You…who Logan lost in the war against the Sentinels.

You…another mutant who's genetic make up doesn't allowed for aging. Your regeneration matches Logans. Only you aren't made of Adamantium like he is. You heal others. You study every branch of science there is to devour and yet the knowledge you process still isn't enough.

“Y/n?” Its funny how Charles never mentioned it would be you who looked after him during his darkest days. And its crazy how you look exactly the same as you did so many years into the future. “You’re—you’re alright.”

“How do you know my name?” You frown with confusion. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“I'm here to see the professor,” Logan tries to stay focused. But the last time he saw you? You had died in his arms. “What happened to the school?”

“Are you a parent? Because the schools been closed for a long time, sir.”

Logans standing face to face with the woman he loves, the woman he lost. Only you don't know who he is. And you're making it incredible hard for him to stay on task.

“Id wanna hope not,” Logan jokes with himself for a second, but the reality was he'd not only lost you—but your daughter too. He never did get to meet her before they took you from him. “I need to see the professor.” Logan pushes his way through, knowing that if he didn't stay committed to his task, that he might take the chance to stay in the past with you forever.

“Theres no professor here!” You shout after the man who's just barreled his way into the rundown school for gifted students. “Listen asshat, ill give you to the count of three to leave or else I'll—” But you don't get to finish your sentence.

“Look lady,” Logan growls, interupting your threat as he turned to fade you. He missed you so fucking much. “You and I are gonna get along really well one day,” He knows you'll be fine. Logan knows a quick cross to the nose will knock you down for a second or two. So with one fluid motion, he does just that. And for what it's worth, Logan tries to keep a pretty stick policy on hitting women. But once you bring mutant DNA into the picture, added with the fact he knows you handle yourself well enough to have him working up a sweat? Whats a guy supposed to do. “You just don't know it yet.”

“Fuck!” You shout as you stumble back incoherently dazed and confused.

“Professor!?” Logan turns nonchalantly, knowing you'll recover quickly. He races up the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time.

Only for you to race after him, completely set on beating the absolute crap outta this guy who's let himself into your home.

“Fuckface,” You shout after Logan as you leg it after him down the hall. “Hey! if you don't leave right this second I'm gonna have to ask him to ask you to leave.”

“Ask who?” Logan asks, looking around until he's met with a powerful force of blue rage. Sending him back down the stairs.

“Him.” You smiled, happily watching Hank interact with his new chew toy until Charles ultimately interrupted the fun.

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Invisible | Part Four

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst

A tense silence hung in the air after your exit. Steve shot Bucky a sharp look, muttering under his breath, “What the hell, man?”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, trying to play it off with a shrug. “I was just joking around,” he muttered, a defensive edge creeping into his voice as he took another swig of his drink.

“Joking?” Natasha’s voice was laced with disbelief as she glared at him, not letting it slide. “That wasn’t joking; that was cruel.” She pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to scoot over as she slid out of the booth, clearly fed up with him. Without another word, she walked off in your direction, leaving Bucky with a mixture of confusion and something that almost looked like regret.

Kate looked at him, her brows furrowing. “What was that about?” she asked gently, her hand resting on his arm, her gaze both puzzled and a little disappointed.

Bucky opened his mouth, as if trying to explain, but nothing came out. He just watched Natasha head toward the bathroom, a strange knot forming in his stomach as he began to process what he’d said—and how it landed, but he couldn't have meant it like that right? It was you, why would he intentionally try to hurt you?

“Not tool Buck, not cool” Sam shook his head in disapproval.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you were struggling to keep it together. The tears you’d been fighting so hard to hold back finally slipped free, and you swiped at them quickly, determined to regain your composure. But the hurt lingered, twisting deeper the longer you replayed his words in your head.

The door creaked open, and Natasha stepped in, immediately spotting you by the sink. Her expression softened as she approached, her eyes filled with concern. She didn’t waste any time, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a reassuring squeeze.

“He was completely out of line,” she said, her voice warm and comforting. “You didn’t deserve that.”

You shook your head, giving a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob. “I don’t get it, Nat,” you whispered, the words tumbling out as you fought to keep your voice steady. “I don’t get him. Why would he say something like that?”

Natasha rubbed your shoulder, giving you a small, knowing smile. “Because he’s a stupid boy who doesn’t realize what’s right in front of him,” she said, her voice firm and confident. “And sometimes, people say things to hurt the ones they care about without even realizing why.”

You looked at her, a glimmer of hope trying to break through the sadness. “Do you think… he even cares?”

Natasha tilted her head, considering her words carefully. “I think he cares a lot more than he wants to admit. But you can’t wait around for him to get his act together, babe. You deserve someone who’ll see you for who you are without needing a wake-up call.”

Natasha’s hand gripped your shoulder gently, grounding you as she leaned against the bathroom counter. “Screw him,” she muttered, her tone fierce with loyalty. “He doesn’t deserve you. You’re gonna love Dean.” With a mischievous smile, she pulled out her phone, tapping through her photos until she landed on one. She tilted it toward you, her grin widening.

“Here he is,” she said, showing you a picture of Dean. He had tousled dirty blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a chiselled jawline that made him look straight out of a movie. The complete opposite of Bucky in every way, his gaze was soft but captivating. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

You managed a smile, though your heart still aches. “Yeah… he’s cute.”

Natasha let out a playful scoff, giving you a nudge. “Cute? Babe, he’s more than just cute. Look at that face!”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she nudged you again, her energy contagious. “Alright, alright, he’s definitely hot.”

“That’s more like it.” She wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek, her thumb soft and gentle.

A hesitant smile broke through your sadness “So… next Saturday, huh?”

“Next Saturday.” Natasha squeezed your hand, her eyes warm and encouraging. “You ready to get back out there?”

You paused, taking a shaky breath. “Not really,” you admitted. “I think… I think I’m just gonna head home for the night.”

She studied you for a moment, concern flickering in her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you replied softly, glancing down. “I just… I just wanna be back home.”

Natasha’s expression softened, and she reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. “I wish you’d stay,” she murmured, her voice low and full of understanding. “But I get it.”

You wrapped your arms around her, grateful for her support. “Thanks, Nat. For everything… tell them goodbye for me?”

“Anytime,” she whispered, squeezing you one last time before she pulled back, her hand resting on your shoulder. She gave you a reassuring smile, and you felt a little bit of your resolve strengthen.

As she turned and headed back toward the table, you took a deep breath, straightening yourself. With your gaze fixed firmly ahead, you walked towards the exit, grateful that it was on the opposite side of the bar from their booth. You didn’t look back. The noise of the bar faded behind you, and as you stepped out into the quiet night, a weight lifted ever so slightly from your chest. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, bringing a little clarity and calm to the storm swirling inside. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the ache still lodged in your chest but grateful to be away from the buzz of the bar, from Bucky’s laugh blending with Kate’s. You’d held your own in there, but now, in the stillness, the reality settled heavier on your heart.

You’d been holding onto the hope for so long, convincing yourself that maybe, one day, Bucky would finally see you as more than his best friend, his roommate. But tonight had shattered that illusion in a way you couldn’t ignore. The way he’d looked at Kate — so open, so warm — that had been all you’d ever wanted from him. And watching him give it so freely to her…

You took a deep breath, letting it go, but it came out shakier than you’d hoped. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk, you let yourself feel the sting fully, knowing it was time to start letting go. Natasha was right. Maybe Dean could be a fresh start, a way to move forward. You thought back to that photo on her phone and found yourself smiling, just a little.

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Natasha came back to the table, her gaze steely, but before she could say anything, she looked around, noticing Kate’s absence. “Where’d Kate go?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wanda answered for Bucky, who was still staring down at his drink, sulking. “She had to take a work call,” Wanda said, glancing between Natasha and Bucky with a bit of a frown.

Natasha nodded, then took her seat, her expression hardening as her eyes locked onto Bucky.

Natasha slid back into the booth, her expression colder than Bucky had ever seen. Steve’s gaze snapped to her immediately. “Where’s Y/N?” he asked, voice edged with concern.

“She left,” Natasha replied, a clipped edge to her words. She barely spared Bucky a glance, instead meeting Steve’s gaze, giving him a silent nod.

Steve’s face dropped. “Without saying goodbye?” His question was softer this time, almost to himself, as he began to slide out of the booth. He tossed a quick look to Natasha, who shifted over to take his spot, freeing him up to stand.

Steve grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, and Sam raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going, man?”

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said shortly, already turning toward the exit, his footsteps determined as he headed for the door. He didn’t spare Bucky a second glance.

The silence left behind was tense. Natasha fixed her gaze on Bucky from across the table, her expression steely, almost disappointed. “I hope you’re happy with yourself,” she said, her voice quiet but cutting.

Bucky finally looked up, his jaw clenched, and he let out a rough sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why the hell would I be happy with myself after that?” His voice was low, frustration simmering beneath the words. He avoided her gaze, instead staring down at his half-empty glass.

Natasha crossed her arms, her stare unyielding. “I believe you know exactly what you’re doing, Bucky. And you know it hurts her.”

His head shot up, his eyes flashing, scoffing “What exactly am I doing Nat? What do you think I should do? Just pretend none of this bothers me?”

Natasha held his gaze, not backing down an inch. “No, Bucky, I think you need to decide what you actually want. Because this back-and-forth, hot-and-cold thing you’re doing? It’s cruel. You can’t keep lashing out at her just because you’re confused or jealous or whatever it is.”

Bucky clenched his fists, his frustration spilling over. “You think I want to hurt her? I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the right words. “I just didn’t expect her to… to….I dont know” His lip wobbled, eyes blurring before he chugged back the rest of his whiskey

Natasha’s eyes softened, but only slightly. “So that’s what this is about? You don’t want her, but you can’t stand the thought of her being with someone else?”

Bucky opened his mouth, then shut it, his expression twisted with frustration and something else—guilt, maybe, or regret. “I never said I didn’t want her,” he muttered, voice barely audible.

Natasha let out a sharp breath, her expression softening, though her disappointment was still clear. “Then maybe you should stop playing games and actually tell her how you feel. But don’t expect her to wait around forever while you figure it out, it's been years Barnes”

Bucky fell silent, his gaze drifting to the empty seat you’d left behind. He could still feel the sting of his own words, the hurt they’d caused you, lingering like a bruise.

“Look, Buck,” Natasha said, her tone gentler now, “you have a choice here. You can keep doing this��keep hurting her, and yourself���or you can take a risk and be honest. But you can’t keep stringing her along. It’s not fair.”

Bucky swallowed hard, staring down at the table. “I didn’t mean for it to go this way,” he admitted quietly. “I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

Natasha’s expression softened further, her voice turning almost sympathetic. “Love is messy, Buck. But if you’re not willing to be vulnerable, you’re just going to keep hurting each other. Think about what you really want, before it’s too late.”

She let her words sink in, then glanced away, as if giving him a moment to process. Bucky stayed quiet, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, his mind racing, torn between fear and hope, knowing he’d have to face the consequences of his choices—one way or another.

Bucky nodded, barely. He stared down at his glass, the noise of the bar fading into the background as Natasha’s words echoed in his mind.

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The sound of footsteps on gravel pulled you from your thoughts just outside the bar. You looked up, expecting maybe a stranger passing by, but instead, there was Steve, hands in his pockets, watching you with that familiar, steady gaze of his.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” he said, voice soft. “You didn’t say goodbye.”

You shrugged, forcing a small smile. “Didn’t feel like there was much to say.”

Steve took a step closer, his brows furrowing as he studied you, picking up on the hurt you’d tried so hard to hide. “Nat filled me in,” he said gently, taking off his coat to place it on your shoulders. “He really doesn’t know what he’s missing, you know.”

The words hit you harder than you’d expected, and you felt the corners of your mouth waver. “It’s fine. I think I needed to see it… to know, really.”

He sighed, a sympathetic look crossing his face. “Maybe. But you deserve better than the way he acted back there.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Guess it’s time I started looking for it, then.”

Steve’s face softened, and he extended an arm, pulling you in for a warm, steady hug. You let yourself sink into the comfort he offered, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as he muttered, “Good for you.”

As you pulled back, you felt a little lighter, the hurt still there but somehow dulled by the kindness of a friend who truly saw you. “Thanks, Stevie…for always being here.”

He smiled, giving you a gentle nudge. “You’ll be alright. You’re stronger than you know, you want me to walk you home?”

You smiled, of course he would offer Steve always was and always will be a gentleman “No im okay, i can make it just down the street, plus i got the warmth now” You laughed gesturing to his coat he gave you.

You could see the internal battle in his eyes of actually letting you walk home by yourself, you reached out placing your hand on his shoulder “Ill be fine okay?”

He sighed “Just text me as soon as you get home okay?”

“Of course”

“And i know how long it takes for you to get home from here, so i expect a text in no less than 7 minutes, got it?” His voice was stern

You saluted him “Yes sir” You shared a quiet look before he slipped back into the bar, leaving you with one last, reassuring smile. Taking a deep breath, you turned and started toward home, the streetlights casting soft glows on the sidewalk as you walked.

Tonight had broken something in you, but as you left, a strange sense of hope started to take its place. Maybe you really could let go. And next Saturday, maybe you’d start seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes — not as someone’s best friend, but as someone worth more than waiting and wishing.

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LITTLE RASCAL

summary: the local elementary school is invited to take a tour of the base and one of the little rascals gives away Jake’s biggest secret within seconds

paring: dad!Jake Seresin x (mentioned)mom!reader

Word count: 0.5k

“I want you all on your best behavior. No goofing off,” Maverick reminds the group in front of him, making him feel like he is talking to a classroom full of children instead of grown adults.

He points to Hangman and Rooster, “I’m looking at you two. Don’t go embarrassing me in front of a bunch of third graders. You are to set an example for these kids, am I clean?”

“Yes sir.” They all answer some more happily than others.

Maverick had been repeating the same speech over and over for the past week to get his point across.

Today the local elementary school's third grade was coming on base for a tour to see all the cool planes and understand what it is that they do (the kid friendly version).

To everyone’s surprise, Jake was the most excited out of the whole bunch.

Soon enough a bright yellow school bus loaded with children made it past the base's gates, stopping right in front of the group of pilots.

One by one the kids filled out of the vehicle, all too fascinated with their surroundings to listen to the teachers instructions to stay near the bus.

Suddenly the little blonde that Jake had been keeping an eye out for made herself known. Spitting from the group she charged at Jake, shouting for her daddy.

Out of habit he crouched down, opening his arms wide for his baby girl to throw herself into them. At this moment he couldn’t care less about the other daggers' shocked and confused faces.

“Bagman has a kid?”

“She’s gotta be like eight or nine, right?”

“We would have known if he had a daughter.”

“Totally.”

Jake chuckles at them all whispering to Charlotte, “you ratted me out, you little rascal.”

“Whoops.”

“Whoops is right.” Jake stood up. when he looked around all his teammates were looking him up and down for an explanation and since the little girl just threw him under the bus- “guys, this is my daughter Charlotte.”

now realizing all their attention was on her, Charlotte cowered behind Jake’s leg clinging onto his uniform.

“Holy shit.”

“It’s okay, Lottie,” Jake assures her.

Maverick went over the agenda for the day with the class of third graders and had his crew aviators introduce themselves. The whole time Charlotte stayed by her dads side. When it was finally his turn to introduce himself, Jake introduced himself as her dad.

All the kids' reactions were positive, lots of ’wow’s and ’cool’s were thrown around. Though most memorable reactions to the group were;

“No fair, how come Lottie has two cool parents.”

“Two cool parents? No way, Lottie’s dad is way cooler.”

“No! Mrs Seresin is cooler.”

“No way, her dad flies planes.”

“Just wait until your mother hears about this,” Jake chuckles to his daughter, ready to brag to that some of Lottie’s friends thought he was cooler than you.

“He’s married too, what the fuck.”

“Rooster, what did I say,” Maverick scolds him as the other kids look up at rooster with wide eyes.

“Daddy, the chicken swore.”

Rooster head snapped to Jake, “Bagman, did you train your spawn to call me that!”

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Inside Her Fantasy Masterlist

Ransom was a sweet playboy, and you are America's sweetheart. Two opposite people that met in an unlikely way. Things move fast when you're in the spotlight, and you fell more everyday. He was happy he had someone who he could trust with his vulnerable side. You were happy to have someone who could stand tall and not be irritated by your own fame. Fast love and living in a fish bowl isn't always easy. But can you and Ransom beat the odds?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

A/N: This story will have themes of love at first sight, cheating allegations, gossip, fatally ill parents, special needs children, and of course smut. Please read every warning before each part. And as always minors DNI

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A Losing Hand Masterlist

Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25 ⭐COMPLETED⭐

Meet the Families Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, Clubs

Drabbles Lady Luck♠️

A/N: this is a dark fic. There is dark sexual themes including dub con/non con. There will be themes of cannibalism, death, mafia, manipulations, lies, etc. you are the one that is responsible for the content you consume. These chapters do take a minute to fully plan and write, so it might not get updated often.

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black mass

summary: a scrawny, deranged and desperate steve rogers kidnaps the girl who recently rejected him. seeking revenge, he attempts to enlist the help of a demon and sell his soul for the promise of y/n’s everlasting devotion. demons turn out to be more cunning and possessive than steve had ever anticipated.

pairing: demon!bucky x reader

word count: 4.3k+

warnings: satanic ritual; reader is used as an altar/offering to summon demon!bucky; kidnapping; knife play; steve is like one pentagram short of being richard ramirez crazy in this; defilement and debauchery in a church; slight bondage; mentions of drugging; praise kink; elements of pussy worship; voyeurism and cuckolding; sub/dom vibes; some violence and straight up murder; dub-con elements.

a/n: i’m visiting my parents and i found my old copy of anton lavey’s satanic bible that i bought when i was like 14 years old and after flicking through it, i felt inspired to write some hella demonic shit.

also i read this fic by @angrythingstarlight recently and it made me feral for all things demon bucky

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My little love

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You should see me in a crown

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The love we gave away

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Heart of glass, Mind of stone (Future series)

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The Sun, the Moon & the Stars

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

Unbreakable

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Heart’s Munition

Mob boss!Steve Rogers x maid!reader

A love as sweet as honey

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The Imperfect Couple - 1 | Bucky

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

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You were exhausted. Having just returned from covering another incident, you were familiar with the grueling reality of being a journalist in a foreign country.

Limited access compared to local reporters made the job even more challenging. Despite your fatigue, this was the career you had chosen and loved.

When you arrived at your apartment, you noticed a woman waiting for you. She was shorter and bustier than you, with curly, short red hair. The woman approached you with a confident stride.

“Hello. My name is Natasha,” she introduced herself, handing you a business card.

You glanced at the card, noting her affiliation with the Secret Service.

Is this for real?

“Yes. How may I help you?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice as you fumbled with your keys at the doorknob.

“I’m here to bring you back home,” Natasha replied.

“Why?” you asked, still trying to process why a Secret Service agent would be looking for you.

“Because your husband is looking for you,” Natasha said.

You froze, your mind struggling to make sense of what you had just heard. Turning slowly, you looked at Natasha, your face betraying a hint of incredulous amusement. “I’m sorry? You must be mistaken. I’ve been divorced for years.”

“Yes, I know the story,” Natasha said, her tone steady.

“Goodbye then,” you said quickly, attempting to close the door. The mention of your ex-husband was something you had left behind, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“The divorce was never finalized,” Natasha said firmly.

“What?” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. You had signed the documents, or so you thought. You swung the door open wide and saw two more men standing beside Natasha, their presence making it clear you were outnumbered—three to one.

“Seems like you’ve come to understand the situation,” Natasha said. “I’ll explain everything, but for now, you need to follow me.”

What she meant by following her quickly became apparent as the men gently but firmly guided you toward a car.

Inside, you hoped Natasha would provide answers, but she continued making calls, leaving you in a state of growing frustration.

Upon arriving at the airport, you realized it was not a regular one but a private jet facility.

“Let’s go,” Natasha said, gesturing toward the plane’s stairs.

As you climbed aboard, you noticed Natasha following closely behind. An air steward offered you a tray with a cup of jasmine tea. You took a sip, the delicate aroma providing a brief moment of comfort.

“Let me guess, this is his plane?” you asked, your tone tinged with suspicion.

“Yes,” Natasha nodded.

As the plane took off, the tension in the cabin was palpable.

“You still haven’t said a word,” you remarked, trying to break the silence.

“Because of the timing and for precautions,” Natasha said, her expression serious. “You won’t like what I’m going to say.”

“Tell me something I don’t hate more. You know how much I despise my ex-husband and his family,” you snapped, the bitterness clear in your voice. The memories of their interference and disdain for your background still stung deeply.

“Your husband is going to be the candidate for Vice President,” Natasha said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the news.

“...What?” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you processed the information.

Natasha didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled out a tablet and handed it to you. On the screen, you saw a video of your ex-husband. He stood proudly in a suit, smiling and raising his arms as the crowd erupted in cheers.

The title beneath the video read, “James Barnes: The Youngest Candidate for Vice President.”

You gasped, your disbelief palpable. “This is a joke.”

“Hundreds of supporters don’t think it’s a joke, ma’am,” Natasha replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

“And the reason I’m here is because he needs you,” she continued.

You clenched your fists in anger. The reason for your resentment was clear: his ambition and his family’s obsessive involvement in politics. Their relentless meddling had been one of the key reasons for your separation.

“Turn this plane around,” you demanded, your voice strained. You didn’t understand why, but exhaustion was overtaking you, and your eyes felt heavy.

Natasha glanced at her watch, a hint of sympathy in her gaze. “You must be feeling sleepy.”

You widened your eyes and looked at the tea cup, realizing its effects. You shot Natasha a glare, frustration mixing with fatigue.

“I’m just doing my job, ma’am,” Natasha said, accepting a blanket from the air stewardess.

You wanted to protest, but the energy drained from you. As your vision dimmed, you felt a wave of drowsiness. You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep.

Natasha watched you as you fell asleep, then carefully draped the blanket over you. She turned to her colleagues with a resolute expression. “Tell him to pick up his wife.”

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You slowly regained consciousness, your head feeling heavy and foggy. As you blinked open your eyes, the reality of your surroundings became clear: you were still on the airplane, but it had stopped moving. The plane had arrived, and you were still groggy from the drugs.

“Welcome home,” a familiar voice said.

You widened your eyes, trying to focus on the figure before you. There, standing with a knowing smile, was your ex-husband, Bucky.

His smile seemed almost out of place given the situation, and you found it impossible to return it. You struggled to sit up, your limbs feeling leaden.

“Of course,” you said, your voice thick with sarcasm. “The last thing I needed was to wake up and see your smug face.”

Bucky’s expression remained impassive. “Careful now. You wouldn’t want to offend the future Vice President.”

“Future Vice President, huh?” you shot back, your irritation flaring. “Is that why you dragged me back here? You need a trophy wife to complete your perfect image?”

“You’re not just a trophy wife,” Bucky said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You’re a crucial part of my public image. A divorce would be a PR disaster.”

“Is that right?” you snapped. “You’re using me as a prop, aren’t you? You couldn’t just leave me alone. Some of us have lives outside your political games.”

“You think this is bad?” Bucky said, frustration seeping into his voice. “Imagine what would happen if the public found out about our separation. It’s all about maintaining appearances.”

“You’re still the same,” you said, your anger flaring.

Bucky’s expression hardened. “Let’s be honest here. You wouldn’t have left if you didn’t think I was using you. But if you think this is a game, you’re wrong. I need you to play along until the election.”

“And if I refuse?” you challenged.

“One year,” Bucky said, his gaze steady. “Until the election is over. Then I’ll give you anything you want. Just play the part of a happy wife until then.”

You knew why he needed you. His political career depended on maintaining a perfect public image. Only a few people were aware of your separation, so you had to pretend to be a happy married couple to avoid public scrutiny.

As you struggled to stand, Bucky stepped forward to help you. His touch was steady but impersonal. Both of you exited the jet, greeted by a throng of press and cameras. The narrative they were fed was clear: the Vice Presidential candidate picking up his sick wife.

With the press closing in, you turned to Bucky and said, “I see you’ve thought this through. Dragging me back here like a prized possession. What’s next? A public appearance where we hold hands and share a tearful reunion?”

Bucky met your gaze with a calm but resolute expression. “It’s not just about appearances. The election is critical, and I need stability. Having you here will help maintain that.”

“You’re the only one I could turn to. I need you,” he said.

The words “I need you” echoed with the same urgency he once used, the very words that had drawn you to him. But now, they felt hollow.

Bucky’s expression remained unchanged. He had no apologies to offer, and the facade of your ‘happy marriage’ had to remain intact.

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Shatter me in pieces

Batfam x reader part 2 season 2

Summary:after dieing in a robbery you find yourself in a strange place. Could this be heaven or perhaps…hell?

Tw: self harm? Neglect. Mental health.

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A wave to sickness hits you hard ,your head feels like its jello and your mind is filled with foggyness.

Your eyes pry open yet it still feels like your eyes have been forced closed. You aren’t too sure if its because of the muck and gunk that somehow has piled onto the corners of your eyes or if it was actually glued.

Before you could think much futher something caught your sleepy eyed attention.

The celling? No. The walls. All of the walls where a soft pink color? From what you could see from your view the whole room looked like it was adorn in pink and other variable colors.

Everything from curtains,lamps and chairs to more. Color too similar to that awful shade of pink that complimented it very well. It looks straight out of a children’s commercial they would advertise dead afternoon but more messy and crowded,slightly similar to how you decorated your room when you were younger.

You try to stand up but your body seems to have plans to rest,stuck in a supine pose (laying down looking up).

You try one last time and manage to lift your right hand up a bit, nothing more. It probably wasn’t enough to get away from who ever or what ever had put you in this pink torture room for now rest was very needed. You didn’t realize how much energy you had actually used just to lift up your hand.

It was kinda pathetic, you would smirk to yourself if you could but your face remainder stoic. If anyone…anyone…if father saw you like this he would probably scoff at you.

Speaking of him, what happened end to them? Your mind rattled at what they could be doing right now.

Were they trying to find you? Did they caree for you? Who kidnapped you? Why did they kidnapped you and for what?

A soft exhale left your chapped lips. It was pointless anyways, they wouldn’t try and find you anyways.

It was up to you to get yourself out of here but for now a little rest us needed regain strength.

Your eyes fluttered back closed to its former state and as your mind drifted to sleep you just hope your kidnaper wouldn’t come back by the time you woke up.

*

Mist. Its very where , blocking your vision rendering you technically blind , unable to see more then 4 feet in front of you.

Your head flicks quickly to the side as at the corner of your eye you say something moving with the fog.

It looked vaguely human but not?

A audible swish passes right in-front of your head Snaps to that side where you saw it.

There it is again you say to yourself. It looked like a man from what you saw , a bit tall and lean.

It happens again but this this you are able to make out a familiar dark straight hair with tiny strands of gray hairs scatterings around the cranium.

“Father”? You called out , ever so softly. Your face scrunches up in a mix of shock,scared and a bit of disgust if you were being honest.

Why did he have to show up here. After everything he has done to!

He neglected me!

He ignored me!

And worst of all , i was the child that he never loved. It was always the Damien this. Dick that. Jason this and even Tim too!

Why couldn’t you be loved for once?

Were you really that unlovable?

Maybe Damien was right. You should of killed yourself long ago.

You were referring to a conversation that you and him had a while ago before the dinner.

Crying in your locked room , you sat quietly in the corner and crying your eyes out over a test. Your test in your hands and crumpled up completely stained with tear and scribbles of marker all over it.

It was kinda dumb now that think about it , it was only a 94 percent which was enough to get pass by with a nod from bruce.

Even tho you had a bit of training from bruce and dick You hadn’t heard Damien come into your room and stand in front of your form , towering over you intil you heard his snobby childish voice.

“Of course. only you are weak enough to cry over trivial thing.” he scoffed

You didn’t know why but you opened up to him as vulnerable as you were.

“ im sorry” you cried, your voice shaky and unstable “ i did Everything right. I studied for days to get a full score on this but even tho i tried my best i was only been able to get less them I anticipated.”

He face palmed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust and disappointment.

“You will never get it will you”? He questioned.

Making you look up to him and utter confusion to his questions, stopping your cries leaving an annoying hiccups and sniffles.

“No matter how hard you try you will never be better then us in any form be it skills or academic. Im not even sure how my father got a hold of you but it was clear mistake. You clearly don’t belong with us or to be part of this prestige family”

Your blood shot eyes glaze over his striking emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce thru yours,full of pure hatred and disgust.

Your voice dry and horse manages to respond with a bombastic and confused “what”?

He spoke up,only getting more annoyed by the second.

“ i shouldn’t have to clarify. This is utterly stupid and meaningless like you. You aren’t even fathers real child, i was born be talent and resilient because i am fathers real offspring”.

“ you should even mention that, everyone in this house is family one way or another blood or not we are all equal” you spit back , slightly angry at his ignorance

“ its pathetic if you think we are all on the same level. I am better them every one here with the exception of father obviously”. He voice laced with malice and bad intentions

“ the only reason why you act like you are better then everyone is because you were breed to be the perfect heir, it not comparable to my situation ”!

He scoffs loudly , almost amused in a way.

“ you are only making more excuses for your sorry ass to hide behind”!he raise his voice but quickly restrains himself from going louder.

“ im not making any excuses”! your pain loud and shown. You stand up on your shaking legs that had fallen asleep way before the argument. You use one of your arms as support against the wall while point at him with the other other one . Straight. at .him . which seemed to aggravate him even more.

“You don’t get to talk! I have never made excuses up! Never when i had to pull all nighter and especially never when i begged for fathers approval or when i tried to train to be( emphasis on that word) what he originally wanted me to be. A robin and partner”. You voice faded at the last word . A partner you could of been to him. a daughter.

“I can not fathom you being a robin . You would of been worse then Grayson”. He smirked “The name would of been tarnished and with that reputation i would of never wanted to be the robin. My mothe-” you stop his gloating. The more he speak the more anger and pitiful you become. You can’t stand him being in your room , criticizing you for trying yours best so you end it quickly. You are so done with his entitled bs.

“just becuase you get to grown up in a place where everyone adore you doesn’t mean you get to act like you own this place. I didnt! Even tho i have been here longer then you i still need to prove myself!” Your voice shakes in a sign of weakness. Your are too close to crying to keep talking. Its ahed enough to stop yourself from shedding more tears in front of him and talking would probably break you even more.

You did need that right now.

“ you have all the blame. you said it yourself , you have been here longer but who is the forgotten one. Im still appalled father even liked you enough to take you in.” and with that he leaves, his comments hanging in the air as you stood there, dumb founded.

His voice so momotoned compared to his hurtful comments.

He spat venom and it seemed to seep into your vain, intoxicating you. Drowning you in a sorrow that now was infecting you quicker then you had hoped.

As his body slithered out of the room like a conniving snake with quickness. he turn one last time to you with his green emerald eyes.

“ and make sure to clean the blood of your neck. Its an awful sign to see if you aren’t go thru with it.”

The door slammed shut as like clock work your back slide down against the wall, landing on the floor with force.

Shirt. You cursed at yourself. Instinctively your hand went to the aprt of your neck whoch had tried. Blood on it.

You had completely forgot about when the argument happend .

Your hand losses snd a tiny sharp piece of metal dropped onto the wooden floor.

You didnt even have to look down at the state of your hand. It was eveident in the exesive amount of bloood that was drooping on the side and the theobbing feeling in your hand.

It was like a mini heart beat right on the palm of your hand, resdy to be crushed.

Damn Damien. Why did it have to be him to come. Why couslnr it be some one like dick or tim.

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Forgotten…

Those where the words that stuck with you the most. It was pointless arguing because he was simply right. He is always right.

That night you cried and cried your poor little heart out until you couldn’t anymore. You learned that no matter how much you tried you would never be better then Damien… but you sure could try. If you couldn’t get his attention by education then something else could. What if you saved a life ? Would that be good enough.

*

You bolted away , standing up right. You breathing was labored and quick . it felt like you had just run a marathom not incldue how fast your heart was beaking , you swore you could feel it trying to escape from body, banging on your ribcage for exit.

Water. You needed water .Your mouth was dry, really dry.

You could barely speak before a glass of water magically apeaired infront of you. Taking it without any question you drank it all with aggressiveness. So aggresive infact that some of the water spilled on you b it yiu didnt care, only to clech the throst in your blood.

“ whoa who, someone is thirsty” you heard a soft chuckle aling with it.

It sounded so familiar…so similar to…

You head grappled to the your side where a short haired woman sat.

“ catwoman?”

An:

Hi !!! How are you guys , i hope you see having a great day and in good health. I just wanted some feed back to see what direction you guys want the story to take. Tho i do have a general outline i would just like suggestions. Bye love you guys!!!

[abaker74]

Bruce isn't actually a playboy to the dismay of others. His wife is a shapeshifter and simply changes skins to keep up the reputation. Whenever someone comes to the door or she goes to a gala to support Bruce, she changes into a new person, unable to keep her hands off him as he gives whoever he's speaking to a smirk.

He wanted to flaunt her around, but he needed to keep Batman as far away from Bruce Wayne as he possibly could. This was the only way they could kill the rumours before they began. Nobody would suspect a playboy to be a fighter period, let alone be Batman.

It was actually her idea to use the playboy act to keep Batman's identity away from Bruce Wayne. They would never suspect Bruce Wayne. The closest the public has gotten to solve the masked vigilante was saying they are friends because of how linked Bruce is to the police. Even then, the rumour was killed quickly.

That didn't make keeping her a family secret easy, however. The boys nearly told the public multiple times because of how excited they were to have a mom like Batmom. If Bruce didn't intervene, Batmom would have been exposed, and it would have been all over the news. They are keeping her secret until they absolutely have to reveal her.

That all changed when the Justice League arrived at Wayne Manor after the heroes found out about his contingency plans. It was a trust exercise. One Bruce wasn't happy about, but he considered it necessary.

Nobody knew about her or her shapeshifting (which was the coolest thing ever to the kids) except their family. Batmom was kept a guarded secret and loved deeply by both of the kids she helped adopt so far.

The boys quickly learned to keep her a secret after a couple of close calls in interviews. Not even their friends knew of her. She always wore a different skin when they were around and acted all embarrassed about being caught as another fling.

Batmom waved to them as Bruce was giving them a tour. She was relaxing in the kitchen with Alfred. They were having a pleasant conversation that Batmom considered more engaging than the heroes. She assumed they would simply look the other way and dismiss her as another woman Bruce Wayne managed to reel in. After all, this is her regular skin. A skin she rarely wore outside the Manor.

"Woah, who is this?"

Barry asked Bruce with a flirtatious smile. Bruce glared at the speedster as he made his way to his wife's side.

"My wife."

He replied with a voice that promised violence if the heroes attempted to flirt with her. He pulled out a necklace that held his wedding ring on it and held her hand. She was his, as much as he was hers, and he'll be dammed if someone stole the best thing to ever happen to his family.

"You have a wife?!"

Oliver questioned loudly. Bruce quirked a confused eyebrow at Oliver. His friend seemed stunned. The playboy Bruce Wayne has a wife, and nobody knows about her?

"I see you with a new woman constantly. When did...this happen?"

With a timid smile, his wife waved her hand while shape-shifting into an entirely different woman. She changed her entire appearance. Hair, clothes, eyes, even her face and body type were different.

"This happened ten years ago, Oliver."

The heroes had never been more surprised. The cold, bad Bat had such deep love for his family that he couldn't even keep the adoration off his face when he looked at her.

Just as they began to digest the fact Batman is married, an excited seven-year old child came sliding in with an older kid grinning behind him. They seemed to be in a game of tag before the older one launched the younger into Batmom's arms with a massive grin on his face.

The woman giggled as she caught him, twirling in a circle while tossing him in the air until he, too, fell into a fit of giggles. She held him like Simba from the Lion King for a moment to show him off before holding him normally. She peppered kisses all over his face with a smile until he began squirming in her arms.

She grinned at her boys. They were her everything. She adopted them quickly after she married Bruce. The boys were excited to have a full family, so they agreed immediately to the adoption. They were her boys from day one.

She decided to show little Jason mercy, apparently as she stopped her affection attack. However, she kept him in her arms, not wanting to let him go just yet. She turned back to the heroes in normal clothes with a beautiful smile.

"Oh, baby birds, say hello to Bruce's colleagues."

Suddenly, both young boys were attempting to hide with shy smiles. Even the extroverted Dick was timid at first. Neither of them were used to the type of attention they got whenever they went out with Bruce. Not even Dick, who was a performer.

The elder of the two wrapped his little arms around her waist, which caused her to ruffle his hair affectionately. Suddenly, the heroes all understood why Bruce fell hopelessly in love with the mother in front of them.

"Wait, wait, wait, you kept a shapeshifter from us?!"

Barry asked. His brain seemed to finally compute the facts in front of him. He blinked rapidly at the happy family. Never in a million years would he ever think the Batman could be a family man with a wife and children. Batmom casually said,

"I'm afraid that's my own decision, Barry. We all agreed it would be for the best that I was a secret. We tried to keep the boys a secret, too, but they both seemed to have... other plans." She, quite honestly, never even considered fighting. Sure, she could, but her life was with her boys and Bruce.

A playful smirk played on her lips as she looked at her children as they sheepishly smiled back.

Jason squirmed in his mother's arms and hid his face in her shoulder. He was still getting used to the unconditional love everyone in the family gave him.

With a gentle kiss on the top of Jason's head, she finally sets him down only for Bruce to pick him up again and place him on his shoulders. Tiny Jason squawked in protest. Dick snickered at his mother's side, still partially hiding behind her.

She smirked and playfully bumped him with her hip. Her family is her life, and she plans to keep them as close to her as possible. The League watched Batman and their Batmom play together with grins. They loved Batmom already.

[abaker74]

Every little thing you do- Part 11

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

A/N: please forgive me for taking so long to post the next part, I took a little holiday and inspiration seemed to take a break from me 🤭 but here it is, yes I know it was slow burn… but will things change from now on?

“Mr. Shelby, you can’t go in there.” A man wearing a white robe stopped him.

Tommy looked down at the man’s hand, so close to his chest blocking him further access but not touching him yet.

“The fuc-“ Tommy was ready to start a fight, but Polly’s arm blocked him.

“Thomas, come with me.” She instructed firmly. “Let them take care of her.”

Reluctantly, he walked along the hall, dragging his feet with his head hanging low. Feeling so lost, helpless.

For a brief instant his eyes fixed on Y/N’s grandma and he froze. What was he supposed to tell her? He had failed her, he didn’t take care of Y/N and now her and the baby’s life were at risk.

“What happened?” It was Y/N’s mother voice, as she entered the hospital waiting room, she was wearing her nightgown with a coat on top of it.

Y/N’s grandma was about to explain her when she found Tommy’s eyes fixed on her.

“You.” She spat and launched at him directly, not caring that she was in a hospital.

Tommy lost his balance for a brief instant and he was forced to take a step back while Y/N’s mother discharged all her fury against him.

“You’ll be responsible if anything bad happens to Y/N.”

A nurse tried to grab her arms, Polly somehow managed to get in the middle too… all while Tommy saw red.

“Now it’s my fault eh?! Where were you when she begged for help? What did you do?” His rose his voice, losing control so fast as his heart pounded in his chest.

He rarely allowed any emotions show, but he couldn’t stop himself right there.

Of course he already felt guilty and regretted risking Y/N’s life, but the last thing he needed now was having her mother blaming him.

Someone in the room demanded silence and ordered only family members could stay. Tommy couldn’t take it anymore and he stormed off, walking along the corridor his firm steps could be heard in the distance.

It was pouring raining again but as he looked down, he noticed the blood that had dried in his hands and shirt. Y/N’s blood. In a split second, he was emptying the content of his stomach into the bushes, the realization hitting him hard.

Someone tried to kill him that night and unfortunately Y/N got the bullet instead. His ears were ringing non stop.

And for the first time in a very long time, he felt scared. Terrified, actually that something terrible could happen to Y/N and her baby. He should be the one getting shot, not her.

Straightening his back, he noticed Y/N’s grandma was standing there, waiting for him.

(End of flashback)

He snapped back into reality as Polly placed her hand on his shoulder. It had only been a minute or two since he shouted at John for questioning his orders and he was doing his best to regain composure, he felt frustrated and so angry with himself and deep down he knew he wasn’t at his best snapping at everyone at the slightest thing. Memories of what happened that night still haunting him day and night, if he could, he would have switched places with Y/N in a heartbeat.

He needed them to do what was on their lists.

“I’m going to the hospital, if something comes up-“

Tommy began to say, but his aunt interrupted him. “Go, go I’ll take care of everything.”

Polly fixed her eyes on her nephew, the explosive anger scene that unfolded with John a moment ago and had Tommy flustered and shouting was now gone, instead she could only see a defeated man. Guilt was eating him alive.

The fact that he was leaving his siblings to take care of the business was reason enough for her to worry about him, he never allowed anyone to lead the company.

As she watched him walk towards the door, she noticed his posture, it was nothing she had seen before… hunched shoulders, head low, the weight of the world enveloping him like a blanket. She knew he felt responsible, it didn’t matter how many times someone told him it wasn’t his fault.

She wondered for how long he’d be gone at night only to come back in the morning with his horse, then he’d go to the hospital most part of the day to follow the same routine.

Tommy walked through the cold hallway, straight to Y/N’s room not stopping to be escorted by a nurse, he was paying a huge amount of money to give her the best treatments, the best staff to stop and sign a visitor’s record.

Tommy stopped abruptly at the sight of Y/N lying in the hospital bed covered by a white sheet and the constant beeping of the machines she was connected to. His heart sank to the floor but a nurse interrupted his newest guilt road.

How unfair it was. There he was standing healthy, considering all of the shit he had done… not like Y/N, she was a great woman, strong, brave, sweet and funny, whose only mistake was giving herself to the wrong man. And she was the one with a bullet battling between life and death.

“Her mother just left a moment ago.” She informed him.

They still were in a rocky path since they arrived at the hospital, Y/N’s mother was naturally concerned about her daughter and even though she obviously blamed him, she was also thankful that Ada donated blood for the transfusion they needed since Y/N had lost so much blood.

He didn’t give the nurse a reaction, he just dragged his feet to stand closer to Y/N’s bed and waited until they were left alone.

“You’ve to wake up, so you can leave this place.” He pleaded in a whisper. “You’ve to be alright for your baby.”

Tommy didn’t notice the tears until they fell on his hands. Tentatively he reached out to touch her arm. “Please… If I could, I’d take your place.”

Y/N’s diagnose was still reserved, the doctors were able to stop the bleeding but couldn’t take the bullet out due to her pregnancy, they said it was a very high risk.

Her brain was swollen and they needed it to come down to evaluate the damage. A Doctor informed him that Y/N’s health wasn’t improving as he expected, they were waiting for her to react and wake up, but seeing her there was devastating enough. Tommy tried to encourage himself thinking that at least she wasn’t getting worse. That had to mean something.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

What was he supposed to do?

What was he supposed to say?

Gently, he took her hand in his. And for the first time, he felt his words were genuine, right from the heart.

“Y/N… I can’t lose you.”

His heart started beating faster inside his chest. It was all so clear now.

After spending the last couple of nights outside by himself next to the river, the thought had been running in his mind since he realized there was a possibility that Y/N couldn’t make it.

Because when you’re face to face with death, the deepest fears and feelings come to the surface to explode you right in the face.

Tommy didn’t know how or when it happened, but he was sure that he had feelings for Y/N.

There, he had admitted it to himself. Taking a shaky breath, his eyes moved from her hand to her face feeling terrified of her finding out the truth. But he only found her with her eyes closed.

“I need to know if I’m going crazy or if this is a one way feeling, Y/N.” He pleaded in a whisper. Swallowing the lump in his throat, his thumb started caressing her skin. “I think I couldn’t see it earlier because we see each other daily, and to be honest I don’t know how it happened… but when you were shot, all of these little moments we’ve had flashed through my eyes. And it was hard to admit at first because, well you know me.” He frowned and chuckled at his own words. “From all the people, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tommy wondered why he was so fucking blind, Y/N had always been there right in front of him. How come he didn’t realize before?

For a few seconds, the only sound came from the machine connected to Y/N, beeping.

But deep down, he thought that maybe he had sabotaged himself to protect her, after all if he did something stupid he would lose the woman he had feelings for and his best friend.

“I guess it was a natural thing.” He continued. “We know each other so well… you know my flaws. You know me. Do y-you feel the same?” He asked feeling hopeful. “So I need you to wake up and tell me that I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner.”

His own feelings made him feel overwhelmed.

“I mean-”

“Good morning Sir.” A tall woman dressed in black with slender figure stood by the door, Tommy rushed to stand up immediately, giving his back at her, forcing himself to regain the composure and wipe the tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry, but I took the liberty to come and see how Miss Y/L/N is doing, I heard she was shotgun.”

Tommy frowned, he couldn’t recall who this woman was.

“Who are you?” Slowly, he moved his hand towards his gun.

“I apologize, my name is Frances.” Her eyes moved towards the bed. “She gave me a place to stay, Miss Y/N helped me when a man kicked me out of my house, she’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met, she shared her food with me and-”

Tommy raised his hand at her, confused and taken aback for her explanation. “You’re the one staying at the Institute?”

Frances shifted her weight from one feet to another, wondering if she’d get in trouble. “Yes… goodness was I trespassing?” Worry showed in her face.

Tommy’s eyes found the ceiling, he let out a loud sigh. “No, it’s just everything makes sense now.”

Another person interrupted them, but this time it was someone who Tommy knew well. “Lee-Anne, come in.”

“Hello Tommy.” She waved. “I just came from school to see her.”

Feeling overwhelmed Tommy asked her to stay with Y/N for a moment.

“I just need to be home before noon, ‘cause my Dad is arriving from his trip.” She informed him taking his previous spot next to the bed.

Oh, her Father learning about what happened to Y/N was something he didn’t want to see.

Tommy nodded. “I’ll ask Jeremiah to drive you, he was visiting some patients.”

As Y/N’s sister gave him a nod, he fixed his eyes on Frances. “Why don’t you tell me how did you and Y/N meet?” He proposed. If it was important to Y/N and she decided to help this stranger, then it was important to him.

Frances twisted her hands, nervously. “It’s a long story…”

Tommy’s eyes darted to Y/N, who was lying on the hospital bed without moving.

“Well… I’ve time.”

****

Tommy pondered on what he was about to do. Doubt flashed before his eyes for a split second.

This was a family affair that he had nothing to do with, but he owed it to Y/N. He was doing this for her. So he took a deep breath and walked towards the small unit.

After he heard Frances story, he understood everything, he totally got why Y/N decided to help the woman and bring her to the Institute but now, he was about to fix that little issue.

“Who’s it?” A raspy voice asked from behind the door.

“Peaky Blinders. Open up.” Tommy demanded, banging the door louder.

It had been a long day and he was dealing with an internal turmoil, not in the right mood to deal with an arsehole.

A man in his underwear appeared, he smelled fusty “So you think you can just take this place and steal it from a widower huh?” Tommy grabbed the man by the neck and color abandoned his face.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“Frances, you knew she had nobody to step up for her.”

“A- I… her husband gave me the papers to this house.” He mumbled as two women walked by staring at the scene.

“This property belongs to Frances so pick your fucking mess up and fuck off or I’ll shot your balls.” And with that, Tommy produced the weapon from its holster as a warning.

Keeping his piercing gaze on the man, Tommy saw him moving around clumsy, and nervously, once he was dressed Tommy kicked him out. “Make sure to get back the papers of the house boys.” He instructed them at the peaky men waiting outside, then walked towards one of the parked trucks to look in the passenger seat. “You can come out now, Frances.” His eyes softened. “Just got your house back.”

“Oh! Mr. Shelby how could I ever pay you back?” She was on the edge of crying. She grabbed one of his hands and was about to kiss it in an attempt to show her gratitude, but Tommy stopped her midway.

“Would you help me with the Institute? I’ll need someone trustworthy while Y/N recovers.”

Eve before he could finish his request, Frances was already nodding. “Yes, yes of course.”

As Tommy tipped his peak cap at her and was about to leave, she suggested.

“I could take care of Miss Y/N while her family switch shifts if you agree.”

And he knew in that moment that he made the right choice.

“I appreciate it.”

Now, he had to go to the gypsy camp, to see Madame Boswell. He needed to know if the sapphire was cursed, he needed answers, he needed to know if what happened was his fault.

He needed to make peace with himself.

****

The time away from everything and everyone seemed to work for him or at least he could feel the fresh air provided him some clarity… but now he was back into his routine and trouble was always around the corner.

He needed to know what advantages John and Arthur had made at the factories but first he drove straight to the hospital, to see Y/N.

Nurses and doctors gave him long glances, trying to keep a low profile. It was giving him an uneasy feeling but he kept strolling down the hall with firm steps until Y/N’s grandmother voice called for him.

“Do you‘ve a minute?”

Tommy nodded and greeted her gently. “How’s Y/N?”

“The swelling of her brain is subsiding but nothing yet.”

“And her baby?” He asked then, processing her words.

“Stable.”

Tommy’s eyes found hers and he saw something he didn’t like.

“But there’s something I must ask you.”

“Anything.” Tommy rushed to say, regretting his eagerness for a instant. She didn’t look like asking something good.

“Y/N’s parents think it’d be for the best if you stay away from her.”

“No.” Tommy’s jaw clenched instantly, his body tensed.

“Right now she isn’t in her best condition to make her own decisions… so they asked the staff to limit visits to family only.” Y/N’s grandma explained softly, she didn’t agree but it was up to the patient closest kin.

A sudden anger invaded his body, he wanted to shout and storm into her room to prove them nobody could stop him. And he knew it wasn’t Y/N’s grandmother fault either, she was just delivering a message, yet she could tell how hard it was for him so one of her hands came to rest over his closed fist and the other one on his shoulder.

“Just while Y/N recovers darling.” She offered.

Tommy was already shaking his head. “But-“

“Do it for her, I know you care about my granddaughter, just think the pain is the small price we’ve to pay.” She added softly at the same time she realized how difficult it was for him and without hesitation she welcomed him into a warm embrace they both needed in that very moment.

“I’ll keep one of my men close by and someone I trust to take care of Y/N when some of you aren’t available.”

Y/N’s grandmother nodded. “As soon as there’s something to report I’ll ask them to let you know, now if you excuse me I’ve a prayer to say.”

Tommy stood up with her and offered his arm for support, as the woman disappeared in the hallway he knew he had to leave because he wasn’t in the mood to encounter with Y/N’s parents.

Arthur looked at his brother by the corner of his eye. “Tom, why don’t we go the Garrison? Have a drink?” He tried to to sound cheerful.

“No.” Tommy answered right away.

He acted like a lion in a cage, snapping at the slightest comment, he was irritated, refused to hear anything different of his opinion, John and Michael had been on the brick of a fight because of Tommy’s attention.

Just as Arthur was about to insist once more, a knock on the door caught their attention.

“Come in.”

“Good evening, I just brought these papers Mr. Shelby, the monthly bills of the Institution.” Frances offered him the folder and immediately looked down.

He had asked for her help since she had been helping Y/N with the final touches. If she trusted Frances, then he trusted Frances as well. When she told him her story and what Y/N did to help her, Tommy understood everything and not only that, he sent

“Thank you, I’ll sign you a cheque later… would you take care of the payment? Y/N used to do it.” He sighed defeated and overwhelmed, now he was fully invested in the project Y/N was leading. So many things needed to be done, he didn’t know where to start… he went to the hospital last night but stayed across the street looking at Y/N’s window.

“The cleaning staff will start tomorrow and the carpets arrive at the end of the week.” Frances informed him solemnly, she took seriously her role and really stood up, she was so grateful with Y/N and said helping in her project was at least she could do while she got better.

“Thanks.” Tommy gave her one more nod and she excused herself to walk out of the office.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Frances offered but Tommy shook his head before taking the last sip of his second whiskey.

“She’s like a fucking soldier. Yes sir, no ma’am.” Arthur mimicked the woman, but it wasn’t fun enough to make Tommy laugh.

He just looked outside his window absently thinking of Y/N and how much he wanted her to be alright and how desperate he was to confess his feelings for her.

Again thank you so much for following this series! I hope to be back on track faster now ♥️✨

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More the Merrier: Part 6

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

Warnings: Swearing, Polyamory

Word Count: 4,922

A/N: This is what y'all chose @abaker74 & @supraveng. Why not both, right?

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“Watcha doing, baby girl?” Bucky asked as he walked into the library where you had been camped out for most of your day. You looked up from your laptop, smiled, and shrugged.

“Looking at baby names.”

“Oooo, do share.” He said, excitedly as he laid down on the chaise lounge chair at your feet.

“I haven’t found many I like yet.” You confessed as you turned the screen toward him and passed off the machine. “So I wrote a post on one of the mommy websites to ask for help.”

“Let’s see what we have so far anyways. Maybe I can help.” You nodded as he sat up and turned so that he was sitting beside you. He looked down the short list and smiled.

“I love Ivy and Hazel.” He said as he pointed to the third and fifth names on the girls list. “Oooo, Brenna, that’s pretty. So is Heidi. And I also like Rowan and Ryder for boys.”

“But none of them sound perfect to me.” You sighed as you ran your hand over you 15 week along bump.

“I know what you mean.” He huffed as he handed you back the laptop. “But the good thing is, we have time. Lots of time to throw names around and figure out the perfect names for them. We also don’t have to have names picked out until we meet them, too. We can come up with a list and read it out as we look at our babies and see which one feels right then.”

“Really?” You asked, hopefully. 

“Really, really.” He chuckled as he laid down on the chair so his head was on your lap and he was facing your belly. “Hi babies. It’s your daddy.” You smiled and set your laptop on the side table as he placed his hand on your bump. “Work was stressful today. Dealt with a lot of idiots I wanted to punch in the face.”

“Bucky!” You laughed as you loosened the bun he had his hair in so you could run your fingers through his wavy hair. 

“What, it’s true!” He chuckled as he shifted his head on your thigh to get more comfortable. “I didn’t punch anyone so you two should be proud of me. I just bit my tongue and got my work done. Stocks are kinda boring but I love my job. It’s wouldn’t trade it for the world. I can’t wait to meet you two, ya know that? Can’t wait to hold you, and kiss you, and spend every waking moment loving you with all my heart. You two are already perfect and nothing you will ever say or do will change my mind on that one. I love you.” A tear fell on your chest as he leaned forward and gave each side of your bump a kiss before sitting up to kiss you as well.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, causing him to smile and kiss you again. 

“I love you, too, baby girl.” 

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“Y’all are not gunna believe this.” Cara chuckled as she walked into your exam room for your next appointment. She held up two sheets of paper with small writing on them and shook her head. “I had them run the DNA twice because I didn’t believe it myself.”

“Who’s the father?” Henry asked as he and Bucky both squeezed your hands, while Natasha’s hand tightened on your thigh. 

“Both of you.” She said as handed you the papers with a smile. “Both of your DNA showed up in (Y/N)’s sample. Both of you fathered a baby. You are both the fathers.” Your jaw dropped and the room got pin drop silent as you all processed the news.

“Holy shit!” Nat finally exclaimed as she turned to look at the three stunned faces behind her. “That’s amazing!”

“We can do another test when the babies are born to find out who fathered which baby. Now, while you guys process, do we want to find out the genders?” You nodded your head and squeezed the guys hands before letting go so you could lay down on the skinny table. You looked up at the still stunned faces of the two men in your life and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked at Nat while lifting your shirt.

“I think she broke them.”

“I think so, too.” She said as she gently pushed Bucky out of her way and took a hold of your hand. “You ready?”

“Yea.” You breathed with a nod as Cara squirted the jelly on your belly. You took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose as the first heartbeat filled the room.

“Alright, baby A is going to be… a girl!” Cara started as she took her measurements and started printing out sonograms for you. “Yay! Alright and baby B is… oh, come on baby B… wait… Okay there we go! Baby B is also a girl!” Tears welled in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your free hand as Natasha cheered and squeezed your hand while both guys stumbled back into the walls of the room.

“We’re having girls.” Natasha cooed as she reached up to cup your jaw in her free hand with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, we are so fucked.” Bucky finally chuckled as he looked over at Henry. “You good?”

“Girls.” Henry mouthed as he finally met your eyes with a few tears falling down his cheeks. You smiled and reached out for his hand. He stumbled forward and clasped your hand in his at the same time that Bucky leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Congrats, lil mama.” Bucky whispered as you turned toward him, letting him give you a chaste kiss. “Girls.”

“Both girls look fantastic.” Cara said as she held out the sonograms to Natasha with a smile. “Congratulations to you all. This is so exciting!”

“We’re having girls.” You stated with a nod and a breathtaking smile as you finished wiping of your belly while sitting up.

“You’re having girls.” Cara repeated as she paused at the door to turn back to look at you with a smile. “I’ll see you again in four weeks, alright?” You nodded your head and went to stand up, but three sets of hands shot out to help you.

“Careful, lil mama.”

“Easy.”

“You alright?”

“You three are going to be impossible now.” You laughed as you grabbed your purse off the chair and slung it over your shoulder, only for it to be taken away from you by Natasha. “Really?”

“Let’s go get lunch to celebrate.” She said, ignoring your protests as she headed to the scheduler to get your next appointment scheduled. “What sounds good to you, (Y/N)?”

“Tacos.” You sighed with a smile as you let Bucky and Henry each take a hand and lace your fingers with yours. 

“Tacos it is.” Nat agreed with a smile as she glance over her shoulder at you. “That work for you guys?”

“Whatever lil mama wants, lil mama gets.” Bucky said as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“I’m never getting rid of that nickname, am I?” You sighed as you followed Nat out the door, only to come to a dead stop behind her to avoid running into her. You looked up at the couple in the waiting room and gasped.

“Natasha.” Steve breathed as he stood up, his eyes darting around the members of your family and finally to your belly. “Oh! Umm… congratulations…”

“Don’t.” Henry said as he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around Nat’s shoulders to lead her out of the doctor’s office. “Don’t bother. Goodbye, Steve.” You stepped into Bucky’s side and looked down away from the couple as your partner led you out of the office behind your other partners. Once you were out of the building, Natasha shook her head and took a deep breath before looking back at you with a smile. “Let’s go get you and our girls your tacos, solnyshka.”

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You were supposed to be getting ready for a gala. You knew it, your family was doing it. Instead, you were laying in bed, in your maternity underwear, sobbing over the fact that you couldn’t get into your gown. 

“Solnyshka, are you… my love, what!? What is it?!”

“I can’t get in my dress!” You sobbed as Natasha, looking as gorgeous as ever crouched down in front of you and gently pushed your curled hair off your face.

“Oh, my love. Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I couldn’t make it farther than the bed. My feet hurt in heels!”

“Oh, baby.” She cooed as she carefully help you sit up. “Stay there for me.” She said as she kissed your forehead and headed into your ensuite bathroom to get a wash cloth. You sniffled and ran your hand over your 32 week along bump, getting little bumps back from both of your girls. “OK, let’s see what we can do, shall we?”

“Hey, we’re gunna be late!” Bucky called out down the hall as Nat gently grabbed your chin and started washing your make up off to start over.

“Then we’re late, who cares!” She called back before smiling at you. “Right?” You nodded your head and sniffed again as Bucky came into your room to see what was going on. “Take those heels off for me, Bucky.” Nat directed as she headed into your bathroom and got some basic make up for you to wear.

“Hey what’s the hold… what’s going on?” Henry asked as he came in and bee-lined for you. “You okay, my darling?”

“I couldn’t get in my dress.”

“So we had a bit of a melt down.” Nat supplied for you with a warm smile. “Who cares if we are a little late, right? As long as we are comfortable. One of you go into her closet and find a pair of black flats while I touch her up.”

“I got it.” Bucky said as he got up and headed into your walk-in. 

“Where’s your dress, darling?” Henry asked as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“In the bathroom.” He nodded and got up to go get it as Nat applied some waterproof eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. She dusted some powder across your cheeks to hide the redness and stepped back with a smile. 

“There. Now to fluff up these curls and we’ll get you in the dress, alright?” You nodded as she fixed your hair and then stood up to step into your off shoulder, form fitting, mermaid flare bottom gown. It fit like a glove since you had bought it just the day before so that it would and once Bucky dropped your shoes down for you to step into, you were ready to go. “There we  go. Perfect in every way.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled as tears welled in your eyes again, which was your new normal, but Nat just waved you off.

“Nope. You didn’t need my help you were already done. Now let’s go.” With a nod, you took her offered hand and headed out of your room to go to the gala. Bucky sat next to you in the town car and went out of his way to make you smile again with lame dad jokes so that when you finally got to the gala, you were in a much better mood than you had been 20 minutes prior. 

“Come on, dove.” Henry said the moment you stepped into the MOMA where that gala was being held. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

“You are always hungry, my love.” You teased as you let him lead you to the table you were assigned to so he could get you off your feet for a bit.

“I’m a growing boy, what can I say?” He chuckled as he glanced over at Bucky and Natasha, who were making their customary rounds. 

“They’ll be at that for a while.” You told him as you got comfortable in your spot. “And they won’t start serving food food for a while now.”

“Then I’ll go hunt us down some appetizers.” He said with a wink as he got up to do just that. You smiled when he stopped a couple feet away from you and back tracked so he could lean down to give you a chaste kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” You cooed back as he shot you a wink before leaving to go find you some food. You weren’t left alone for long.

“(Y/N)…” Steve said as he slipped into Henry’s seat, looking out of place in his rumpled suit. “I fucked up.”

“Steve?”

“I need you to talk to Natasha for me.” He muttered hurriedly. “I need you to talk to her and tell her I made a grave mistake.”

“Why would I do that?” 

“Because I did.” He barked, making you jump and causing the people closest to you to turn to look at the pair of you. “I messed up royally. I never should have left.”

“Steve, what is going on?”

“Sharon is a bitch.” He went on as he pulled at his already loose tie and undid the top button of his shirt. “I didn’t see it. Fuck, how could I not see it.”

“Steve, you need to talk to Natasha yourself…”

“She won’t listen.” He continued as he shook his head. “I need her to listen. She listens to you…”

“Let me just go get her…” You said as you pushed yourself to your feet and a splash of water hit the tops of your feet and soaked your dress. You looked down, in shock just as Henry came up behind you with a small plate of food for each of you.

“Darling?”

“My water just broke.” You gasped as you looked up at him with wide eyes. He threw the plates on the table and swept you off your feet, not even noticing Steve sitting there as he searched the room for his girlfriend and her husband. Once he found them, he carried you over and used your legs to bump them in the back. “My water broke.” You told them when they turned around, and Henry simply turned away and walked out of the MOMA to get a cab. Bucky went flying by and raced down the stairs to grab a cab while Nat took your hand and walked with you and Henry. 

“You OK, solnyshka?” She asked as she glanced at you before looking back down at her feet so she didn’t trip in her long dress and heels.

“I can walk, you know.”

“Not on my watch.” Henry huffed as he set you down in the waiting cab. You scooted into the middle beside Bucky as Natasha got in behind you and Henry got in the front seat and told the driver to take you to Lennox Hill.

“Steve was there.” You sighed as you looked down at the bottom of your ruined dress and shoes. “He said he made a mistake…”

“That was his choice.” Natasha said with a shrug and she pulled your hand into her lap and started to worry your fingers. “He made his bed and now he needs to lie in it.”

“Natasha…”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.” She interrupted Bucky with a shake of her head as she leaned forward to see around you. “Right now, our babies are coming into this world and I will not have a dark cloud over our heads while that happens. Am I understood?”

“We’re not done having this conversation.” He said as he sat back in his spot, put his hand on your thigh, and started bouncing his knee.

“Fine. Just not now.” She conceded with a nod of her head as the cab pulled up to the hospital’s ER door. You all piled out and Bucky swept you into his arms this time as a cramp like feeling rolled through your bump and back.

“Well this is gunna be fun.” You mumbled to yourself as Natasha headed to the desk to request a private, signature birthing suite that you knew was going to cost an arm and a leg just by the sound of its name. Once Bucky’s black AmEx was produced when you were told you’d have to pay out of pocket for the room, the nurses seem to be a lot more agreeable and willing to move mountains to get you up to the private floor of the hospital’s maternity wing. 

“What about our bags?” You asked as you were placed in a wheelchair and led to the elevators. “We didn’t even pack them yet.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll take care of it.” Nat soothed as she held one hand while Henry pushed your wheelchair and Bucky held the other hand. Once you made it to the massive room you’d be giving birth in, you were given a nice gown that looked like a wrap dress in a pale pink color. Henry helped you out of your gala gown and undies and into your hospital gown while Natasha called your house keeper and asked her to grab a long list of things from the house to make you all comfortable for a few days while Bucky mean mugged the staff that were bustling around the room to get you situated. 

“Alright, I hear we’re having some babies tonight.” Cara said as she strolled into the room. You looked up at her with your brow raised as she pulled on a pair of gloves and shrugged. “I was in the neighborhood. Another one of my patients is also here. So let’s get this party started!”

“So much energy.” You giggled as yet another small contraction lit you up as you got on to the queen sized hospital bed that was in your room. 

“Yep. Suck some of that from me now, because we’re in for a long night!”

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When Cara said it was going to be a long night, you didn’t believe her. However, your girls were as stubborn as their fathers. You were sure that if you weren’t rich, you would have been sent home to labor at home at one point, but one look from Natasha made the nurse that suggested it go running.

Thirteen hours later, it was decided that you were to get an epidural (which, let’s be honest, you were totally OK with this development after hours of sitting at 4 centimeters) and pitocin to speed things along. And finally, finally, at hour twenty-six, it was time to push.

“You got this baby.” Bucky said softly in your ear as he stood on one side and Henry on the other, holding your hands as you pushed with everything you had. Natasha stood at the foot of the bed behind the nurses and Cara with tears in her eyes and you had only a moment to wish that you had more sides and hands so she could be part of this as well. 

“Alright on the next contraction, we need one more big push to get this first girl out.” Cara said as you took a moment to catch your breath. You nodded and panted and gripped the guys hands tighter and as the next contraction hit, you pushed with everything you had left. “That’s it! That’s it, (Y/N), perfect!”

“Keep going, my love.” Henry said as he leaned away from you to watch the miracle that was happening. You felt like you were completely dying for a few moments before the first cry rang out in the hospital room. “You did it!”

“Dads who’s cutting this cord?” Cara asked as your first daughter was placed on your bare chest.

“You go. I got the next one.” Henry said to Bucky as he looked at the little angel as you burst into tears of joy. “Oh, she’s perfect, my love.”

“Catch your breath, we’ve got one more.” Cara said as Bucky cut the cord, while Natasha started taking photos with her phone of the daughter in your arms. After a few moments with her, she was taken by the nurses because she’d have to go to the NICU like her sister, who was ready to join the world. “Alright, (Y/N). One more good push and they are both out. You can do it.”

“Come on, lil mama. You got this.” With a nod, you grabbed Bucky’s hand and pushed with the remaining energy you had left, which was all you needed because your second daughter slipped out like butter. “Good girl.” Bucky cooed as your second daughter was put on your chest. “Such a good girl.”

“I know their names.” You breathed with tears in your eyes as you looked up at Bucky with a smile. “I know.”

“Tell me.”

“Magnolia was first. And this is Meadow.”

“Those are perfect names.” Bucky said as he nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes. “That’s Magnolia and this is Meadow.” He said loud enough for Natasha and Henry to hear. They both instantly teared up and nodded, agreeing with you the perfect names for their perfect girls. 

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“Hey, my love.” Henry said softly as he came into your private NICU room for his 24 hour shift with you a week after Magnolia and Meadow were born. You looked up from Meadow’s incubator and smiled, tiredly before calling him over with a wave of your hand.

“She’s got her eyes open, look.” He dropped his school bag and the duffel Nat sent with him of a change of clothes for you (because you refused to leave the hospital without your babies) and headed over to the incubator his daughter was in.

“Hi beautiful girl.” He cooed as he looked down at the little girl who absolutely shared his DNA and smiled. “God, I missed you. I can’t wait for you to come home.”

“Dr. Kast says she thinks it’ll only be another two or three weeks before we can take them home.” You told him hopefully as you grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer and held it out to him. “Want to hold her?”

“Absolutely!” He said as he quickly took off his shirt before he went over to wash his hands in the sink, then used the hand sanitizer to make sure he was clean enough to hold his daughter. “Where’s Maggie?”

“It’s her turn for a hearing test.” You told him as you sat down in the rocking chair that had been your bed for the past 7 days and yawned. “Meadow had her’s first thing this morning and passed with flying colors.”

“Of course she did because she’s perfect.” He said as he expertly took Meadow out of the incubator and walked over to the other rocking chair. “Hello my love.”

“So what have I missed today?” You asked as you watched your significant other and one of the little loves of your life together. You stood up and grabbed your phone from the diaper bag to take a few photos while Henry sighed.

“Natasha and Bucky spend half their days fighting right now.”

“About what?”

“Steve.” He sighed with a shake of his head as he started to rock himself back and forth. “Tasha thinks he made his bed and now he has to sleep in it, while Bucky thinks he deserves to be at least heard out.”

“Oh lord.” You groaned as the nurse for your room, Tabitha, brought Magnolia back in.

“She passed!”

“Thank God.” You cheered as you got up, washed your hands with sanitizer, and took Maggie out of her incubator. “That makes two perfect babies, huh little girl?”

“That they are.” Tabitha smiled before she excused herself from the room to give you your space. 

“I’ll talk to her.” You told Henry as you sat back down in your rocker and started to rock back and forth until it was time to feed your daughters.

“Sweetheart… you need to come home.”

“No, I need to be with my babies.” You said as you shook your head and looked up at him. “Henry…”

“I know, my love. I know.” He remarked. “But even just for a couple hours to shower and get something to eat other than hospital food and take away.”

“Henry…”

“Alright, my love.” He exhaled with a small nod. “I had to try, didn’t I?”

“I appreciate it, my love. I really do. But I can’t leave them. Even going to the bathroom to shower makes me anxious.”

“That’s what you have us here for.” He reminded you with a smile. “Alright, I won’t ask again. Now, what do you want to do about lunch?”

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“Hey lil mama.” Bucky called out as he walked into the NICU room with your change of clothes.

“You have perfect timing.” You said as you headed out of the bathroom in a large beach towel and a diaper. “I was just going to throw on yesterdays stuff.”

“Nope. Fresh clothes for you.” He said as he passed you the bag from Natasha. You got dressed quickly in yoga pants and a nursing tank top and came out of the little bathroom with your hair wrapped in a towel.

“Much better.” You sighed as you sat down in your rocking chair and tucked your feet up under you. “So, what did I miss?”

“Therapy.” He announced as he looked up from Magnolia’s incubator with his eyebrow raised. “That’s twice in a row, lil mama.”

“I know.” You sighed as you took down your hair and ran your fingers through the wet strands. “It was just feeding time and I can’t really miss that.”

“But you can.” He breathed as he came over and crouched down in front of you. “(Y/N), you live with depression, anxiety, and PTSD from what your parents did to you. You can’t slack on therapy.”

“Bucky…”

“So I got you an appointment for tomorrow at noon.” He continued over you with a smile.

“Bucky…”

“And it’s a Telehealth appointment so you can do it right here in this room. And if the babies are still in the NICU in two weeks, we’ll set up another Telehealth appointment so you aren’t missing any more appointments. You are too important to skimp out on your mental health, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed with a nod as you leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, lil mama.”

“You’re impossible.”

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“You and I need to talk.” Natasha sighed as she walked into the NICU room on day six of week four.

“We’re going home tomorrow.” You interrupted her with a giant smile that made her come to a dead stop.

“What!?”

“We’re going home tomorrow.” You repeated as you held Magnolia so she could finish her breakfast. “Dr. Kast says both girls are ready to be NICU graduates and she’ll discharge them tomorrow.”

“That’s wonderful!” Natasha squealed as she headed over to give you a kiss. You cupped her cheek with your free hand and sighed when she pulled away. “Oh, I can’t wait to have you three home already. It’s been the longest month of my life!”

“Sorry, I interrupted you. What did you need to talk about?” You asked as you finished nursing Magnolia and handed her off for Natasha to burp so you could feed her sister. 

“I had dinner with Steve.”

“Oh yea?” You asked with a smile because you already knew this from Henry and Bucky. “How’d that go?”

“Wait, you’re not mad?” She asked, a little stunned.

“Of course I’m not mad, love.” You giggled as you sat back down in your chair and unhooked your nursing tank. “You still love him?” She was quiet for a few moments until you looked up at her. Then and only then did she nod subtly. “OK, so what’s the problem?”

“What if I let him back into our life and he leaves again? What if he hurts us all again in coming back? What if he meets another Sharon and she’s worse to us than the last one was?”

“Tasha… that’s just a risk you have to take, don’t you?” You interrupted before she could go on a tangent. She looked up from Magnolia’s smiling face with the hint of tears in her eyes and you smiled softly. “Solnyshka, love is all about risk, right? Risk of being hurt, left, abused, unloved in return. But you didn’t see Steve the night I went into labor. He was a complete wreck. He’s become a shell of the man that he was thanks to Sharon. And I think he has learned from his mistake and won’t make it again. And to be honest, I don’t think he would have left us in Australia had it not been for Sharon pulling the strings.”

“You don’t?”

“No. Not one bit.” She sat back in her chair and looked back down at her daughter with a shake of her head.

“I was so mad at him…”

“Was.” You pointed out as Meadow finished eating. She looked up at you again as you maneuvered her onto your chest and gently pat her back. “You said ‘was’ so mad. You’re not mad anymore.”

“No.” She admitted with a shake of her head. “No, I’m not.”

“Then Steve comes home.” With a heavy sigh, she nodded her head and looked back down at her daughter.

“Steve comes home.”

Epilogue

[abaker74]

More the Merrier: Part 5

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

Warnings: Swearing, Polyamory

Word Count: 3,412

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Despite the heartbreak your family felt, you decided to stay in Australia for the full two weeks. You could definitely tell that there was a heavy, melancholy feel to the air, but that didn’t stop you all from enjoying the country Henry had never been to before.

“I don’t want to go home.” You complained on the last day as you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room as Henry packed both your luggage.

“It’s time, baby.” He huffed with a smile as he set an outfit aside to travel in. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Can we stop in Jersey instead of London on the way back? I want you all to meet my family.” A smile stretched across your face as you rolled onto your side to look at him. 

“Of course! We can absolutely do that if that’s what you want.” He paused and looked up at you with a nod.

“I absolutely do.”

“Then we’ll stop in Jersey.” You agreed as Nat came into your room with her hand held out. She handed you two Advil and your brow furrowed. 

“For your cramps.” She clarified since your cycles were in sync. Your brow furrowed further as you sat up and shook your head.

“I don’t have cramps. I don’t have my period.” Natasha and Henry both froze and looked over at you as you stared at the two pills in your palm. “Natasha, I don’t have my period.”

“Okay. Okay.” She said as calmly as possible as she walked over to take the pills from your hand so she could take hold of it. “Let’s not panic. There’s a pharmacy at the end of the next block.”

“I’ll take her.” Henry said as he abandoned the suitcases. He walked over to you and instantly pulled you into his shaky arms for a hug. 

“I’ll get Bucky.” Nat whispered numbly. “We’ll all go.” Henry nodded and you fisted his shirt in your hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby girl.” He mumbled into your hair as he shook his head. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

“How is this possible?”

“We didn’t use condoms on the plane. And you don’t use them with Bucky.” He reminded you as he pulled back to cup your jaw in his hands to search your now panicked eyes. “(Y/N), it is alright. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Even if it’s Bucky’s?”

“Even if it’s Bucky’s.” You nodded your head as the man in question walked into the room with Natasha’s hand held tightly in his.

“Hey baby girl.” He cooed softly as he came over to brush his hand down the back of your head. “We’re alright, okay? Everything is going to be just fine.”

“I know.” You sighed as Henry pulled you to your feet. He carefully tucked you into his side while Bucky grabbed your and Nat’s hands and the four of you headed out the door to go to the pharmacy. 

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“Natasha, I’m sorry.” You said softly as she stood in the bathroom of your hotel, ripping open pregnancy test after pregnancy test to make sure that they weren’t false positives… which they weren’t. She whipped around toward where you were sitting on the tub ledge and shook her head frantically.

“Solnyshka, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, do you hear me?”

“But I…”

“Sweet girl.” She sighed as she came over to kneel down in front of you while gently cupping your face in her palms. “I am not mad. I am ecstatic! A bit scared because we’re about to get on the plane for a full day and all I want to do is get you to a doctor to make sure you’re okay. But I am not mad, you hear me?” You nodded as best as you could as Bucky and Henry walked back into the bathroom to look at the current test situation. They had taken the news of the first positive one quite seriously and immediately played rock, paper, scissors for who got to sleep with you in the bed on the plane. Henry won best two out of three. 

“Stop looking at me like I’m about to explode.”

“We’re not, baby.” Henry chuckled as he came over to sit down beside you to hold your hands. “We’re just checking to make sure you’re okay with all of this.”

“I’m okay.”

“Shit, we’re gunna be parents.” Bucky laughed as he ran his hand down the back of your head in a continuous, soothing rhythm. “Who’d have thought it.”

“Alright, let’s get our stuff and head to the airport.” Natasha said as she stood up and went to collect all of the positive tests to throw out. “I’ll call the doctor when we get to London to meet us at the house.”

“Oh, we’re going to Jersey.” You pipped up as you stood up. “Henry wants to introduce us to his parents on the way home.”

“Alright then I’ll call when we are leaving Jersey.” Nat confirmed as she washed her hands. “But let’s get a move on it all the same.”

“We’re going, we’re going.” Bucky chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his hands on your lower stomach. He kissed your neck with a smile before pulling away to spank your ass lightly. “Come on, lil mama.”

“Oh, don’t you start.” You giggled as you headed out into your room and grabbed your day bag off the bed. It was immediately taken from your hands by Henry.

“No heavy lifting.” He said with a smile as he shouldered the bag while you huffed at him. 

“It’s not heavy lifting, it’s a bag of clothes.”

“No heavy lifting.” Your family chorused simultaneously which made you roll your eyes.

—— 

“I feel like this is really bad timing.” You said as you Ubered to Henry’s parent’s house.

“It’s perfect timing, baby.” Henry said as he reached over the middle seat to take ahold of your hand. You nodded against Bucky’s side in the back seat as the Jersey landscape flew by your windows. “I want my family to know my family.”

“We can wait.” Natasha said, politely as she turned on the seat next to Henry to look back at you. “If you really want to, we can wait.”

“No, let’s just do it.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “We’re here and it’s been so long since you’ve seen your parents… let’s just go.”

“Okay then.” Henry said with a nod as he squeezed your hand and turned back around in his spot as the Uber pulled up in front of a quaint home. Everyone got out and Henry instantly grabbed your hand so he could wrap his arm around your waist. “They are going to love you.” He whispered in your ear as the four of you headed up the walkway to the front door. You nodded like a bobblehead as he knocked on the door before reaching back for Natasha’s hand to pull her closer as well. 

“Oh!” The woman who answered the door exclaimed as she took a step back. “Well I’ll be! Henry?! Come in, come in!”

“Hi mum.” Henry said sweetly as he guided you and Natasha into the house first. You looked around the cozy living room that had photographs everywhere and you felt at ease for the first time all day.

“Who are your friend’s dear?” The woman asked as she gave her son a hug while an older man called out his son’s name.

“Hi dad. This is my girlfriend, (Y/N)… and her wife and my other girlfriend, Natasha and their husband, Bucky. Guys this is my mum, Marianne and my dad, Colin.” The room got pin drop silent as Marianne looked between you and Natasha with a furrowed brow. 

“I’m sorry. You said wife and husband?” She clarified, which made you take a step back into Bucky’s chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around your body to protect you from whatever fall out was about to happen.

“Yes.” Henry said as he put his arm around Natasha’s waist. “We’re in a polyamorous relationship.”

“A poly what?” Colin asked as he looked at your family with confusion.

“A polyamorous relationship.” Henry repeated as he turned to find your hand so he could hold it while holding Nat to his other side. “We are all in a relationship together. And we just found out that (Y/N) is pregnant while on holiday in Australia.” Henry’s parents stayed dead silent for almost a full minute, making you and Nat shift unconsciously under their scrutiny, before Marianne nodded her head slowly.

“So you’re happy then?” She asked as she looked up into her son’s eyes, hopefully.

“I am.” He told her with a nod as he squeezed your hand. “Very much so.”

“Well then it’s settled.” She said as she stepped forward and cupped your and Nat’s jaws in her hands. “You two are gorgeous.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” You both said simultaneously, which made her tisk at you.

“None of that. It’s Marianne or mum. Come sit down, we’ll call your brothers. How long are you in town for? Here, girls you can sit here. Colin, go get some chairs from the dining room for the boys.” At her fussing, a smile spread across your face and you shared a look with your wife because neither of you had parents that would fuss over you. “Drinks! Oh, I have water and some beers…”

“I’ll get everyone drinks, mum.” Henry said as he headed through a door off to the right while Colin came in with two chairs from a door behind you. Bucky lunged to help him and you giggled as Marianne fussed while pulling a blanket across your lap.

“A baby.” She said more to herself as she pulled a foot stool over and propped your feet up for you. “How wonderful.”

“Mum, let her alone.” Henry said as he carried in three beers and a glass of water for you. “She just found out. She’s not fragile.”

“Oh, alright.” Marianne conceded as she held up her hands in surrender since she had done all she wanted to do to make you comfortable anyways. “Now, you three tell me all about yourselves. I want to know everything.”

“Mum, I didn’t bring them here for you to give them the third degree.”

“Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, I will get to know my son’s partners as I see fit. You hush.”

“Yea, Henry. Hush.” Natasha teased before taking a sip of her beer and putting her hand on your lower back to draw circles on your skin until you melted in your spot. “Well not to drop more news bombs on you but I am a former countess of Russia, (Y/N) is an heiress, and Bucky works on Wall Street.”

“A countess, really?!” Marianne gasped as she took a seat on the arm of the recliner chair Colin was sitting in. “And what kind of heiress, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“My family are ranchers out in Montana. Have been for hundreds of years.”

“Oh ranchers. That makes a lot of money then?”

“Mum.”

“What, it’s just a question.” She chided as she swatted the air in Henry’s direction.

“Yes, it makes a lot of money.” You confirmed with a nod before taking a sip of water to sooth your parched throat. 

“Fascinating. Now Bucky, was it? Tell me about your job. Oh, let me send a text to the boys first to tell them to come over to meet you all.”

“My brothers.” Henry clarified as he shifted nervously in his seat beside you. You reached out and gently took his hand and he visibly relaxed almost instantaneously. Once the text was sent, Marianne kept a running string of questions coming as she got to know her son’s new family. It took almost an hour for Henry’s brother’s and their families to arrive and right as the last brother walked in, your stomach growled loudly.

“Oh, we need to feed you!” Marianne exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and started pushing her way through the crowd. “Colin call Pizza Express. See if they can get us a couple tables. They shouldn’t be too busy tonight. Is pizza alright, dears?”

“Pizza is lovely.” Natasha agreed with a nod before she handed her finished beer to Marianne’s waiting hand.

“This is chaotic.” You giggled to Henry as he stood up and unwrapped you from the blanket with a smile. 

“This is my family.”

“And it’s perfect.” You concluded as he helped you to your feet.

——

Dinner with Henry’s family was exhausting. Fantastic, but exhausting. However, you weren’t able to fall asleep. You lay in Henry’s childhood bedroom, staring at the wall, trying to convince yourself that you should get up and head to Piers’ room where Henry was sleeping but you didn’t want to be inappropriate. Marianne had said that this room had the comfiest bed and it was comfortable, but you were sleeping alone for the first time since you met Henry and you were not a fan. 

About 20 minutes later, when you had finally convinced yourself to get up, there was a light knock on the door.

“Come in.” You sat up and let out a sigh of relief as Henry slipped into the room.

“I’m not a fan of sleeping alone.” He whispered as he tiptoed across the floor. You pulled back the blankets and scooted to the middle of the bed with a shy smile.

“Your mom won’t mind?”

“I frankly don’t care.” He said as he got into bed and instantly pulled you into his arms. He sighed and nodded his head as he kissed your forehead. “Much better.”

“I was just about to come join you myself.” You whispered as you ran your fingertips up and down his spine as a second knock sounded on your door.

“Come in.”

“Well if you two weren’t sleeping alone, we weren’t.” Bucky said as he pushed Natasha into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.

“This is a full size bed, people.” You reminded them as you scooted closer to Henry so the two newcomers could get in as well. 

“We’ll make it work.” Nat said as she pushed Bucky down on the bed and climbed on his chest. She laid down on top of him and you cringed as the bed settled but thankfully didn’t break.

“Cozy.” 

“Get your knee out of my crotch. I am not your wife.”

“Ow! My hair!”

“My mum is going to lose her shit in the morning if we break this bed.”

“Sleep!” Natasha hissed as she pulled the blanket up over everyone and settled in against Bucky’s chest. With a smile on your face, you swung your knee over Henry’s hip and snuggled impossibly closer to him and almost instantly fell asleep with your family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

When you got back from your vacation, the melancholy mood that had followed you after Steve’s departure settled back in when you realized he had moved out of your condo and in with Sharon permanently. It lasted a couple weeks until you had your first doctor’s appointment with your OB/GYN.

“Twins?!” Natasha exclaimed as you lay frozen on the metal exam table. 

“Holy shit.” Bucky breathed as Henry simply got up from his chair to hold your hand. 

“Fraternal twins.” Your OB, Cara Smith said as she took images of your 12 week along babies. “The antibiotics you took when you had the road rash to prevent infection knocked out your birth control. That’s the only thing I can think of of why you got pregnant on the pill. Y’all wanted to do a DNA test, correct?”

“That’s still the plan.” Nat said as she looked over at you and reached out for your other hand. “You okay, solnyshka?” You nodded your head and looked over at her with fear in your eyes. “Hey now.” She said softly as took a step closer and ran her hand over the top of your head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.” You nodded and swallowed deeply as Cara removed the wand and printed out your sonograms for you. 

“Alright, let’s get some bloodwork done, and then I need both dad’s to do the same.” Cara informed the group as she picked up her laptop and started putting in notes. Both boys nodded as you stood up and dropped your maxi dress down to cover yourself while Nat handed you your panties. Cara excused herself from the room and you looked over at your wife.

“How the hell are we going to handle twins?”

“Well there are four of us to two of them.” Bucky pointed out as he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie since he had come to this appointment straight from work on his “lunch break”. “We got this, (Y/N).” You nodded once and looked up at Henry who still hadn’t said anything and he sighed when he met your eye.

“Yes, I’m scared, too.”

“Thank God I’m not the only one.” You breathed in relief as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“Everything is going to be just fine.” Natasha cooed, happily as she walked up behind you to rub your back while ducking into your line of sight so she could look you in the eye. “I promise. We are going to figure this all out and it’ll be a walk in the park.”

“If you say so.” You commented as the nurse came in to do your blood work. You forced yourself to let go of Henry and to sit back down on the exam table as he pulled his arm out of his Henley to get ready for his own bloodwork. After about 15 minutes, you were dismissed from the exam room and told to set up an appointment in four weeks for the gender reveal and DNA results appointment. 

“You hungry, baby girl?” Bucky asked as he took one of your hands, while Henry took the other as Nat set up your next appointment. You shook your head because nausea and morning sickness were a real struggle for you that hopefully would go away with the prescription meds Cara called in for you.

“I’ll grab lunch with you, handsome.” Nat said over her shoulder as she scrolled through the family calendar on her phone to find the best date for the next appointment so you could all be there. “Henry?”

“I’m gunna just grab something at the house when I take (Y/N) home. I have finish my college admissions essay so I can apply to NYU’s photography program before the deadline.”

“Still proud of you.” You said softly as you squeezed his hand. He smiled down at you and gave you a single head nod as Nat finished up with the female scheduler.

“Alright, then I’ll see you both at home.” She said as she gave you both a kiss. You kissed Bucky goodbye, wished him well for the rest of his work day, and headed out of the office with your family until you went in separate directions at the front door. 

“What’s got you so nervous, baby?” Henry asked as he hailed a cab at the corner. 

“I’m just nervous something’s going to go wrong.” You admitted with a small shrug. “What if, God forbid, something bad happens?”

“Then you and I will get through it together.” He stated simply as the pair of you got into the cab. Henry gave the driver your cross streets and sat back in his spot to pull you into his side with a sigh. “We aren’t alone, anymore, baby girl. We have each other and Bucky and Natasha. We have a family. And now, our family is growing by two more so we still aren’t alone. Any issues that arise will be dealt with by four adults that already love these babies more than life itself, right?”

“Yea, you’re right.” You sighed as you sank into his embrace a bit more.

“I know I’m right.” He chuckled as he rubbed your arm. “I’m always right… ow!”

“I’m always right.” You giggled with a smile as he rubbed where you had lightly pinched his thigh. “Not you.”

“Of course you are, baby. Of course you are.”

Part 6

[abaker74]

Yes Mama Chapter 1

Summary:  Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world.  But he’s not the boss.  Just the face of the Family.  

Warnings:  violence, subtle mention of drugs, murder, language, possessiveness, smut, mild choking, public sex

Kids: oldest (from Steve) Frankie 12, second (from Tony) Antonia 10, third (from T’Challa) Uuka 8, fourth (from Bucky) Beau 6, fifth (from Bucky) Lottie 5, sixth (from Bucky) Valentina 3

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The man cried heavily, his pathetic sniffles and watery eyes making Bucky’s eye twitch in annoyance.  “Please, boss, I’m sorry!” he said for the hundredth time.

Bucky punched him again with his metal hand, splitting the man’s cheek open, a fresh gush of blood spattering across the wall next to them.  “Fucking prick,” Bucky sneered.  “All I asked was for you to make sure the shipment got from point fucking A, to point fucking B.  But you saw a golden opportunity and decided to try out the merchandise for yourself and your buddies–”

“Boss, I–”

“Shut up!” Bucky yelled, slapping him hard across the face, making the man whimper.  “I wasn’t done speaking, asshole.”  The man nodded, his hands up in surrender.  “Apparently I have to babysit every fucking piece of shit driver on the payroll.  Don’t we take care of you?  What is your family gonna do without your monthly stipend?”

The man’s eyes widened.  “No, please, I made a mistake.  I’ve got a problem, but I’ll get clean!” he pleaded.  “I’ll make it up to you!”  

“Even if you could,” Bucky sighed, reaching into the side of his jacket and pulling out a gun from the holster on his side, turning the safety off and pointing it at the man, “how could we ever trust you again?”

The man started hyperventilating as he stared at Bucky’s gun.  “Please, my wife…my kids, I–”

“They’ll be taken care of,” Bucky said, sounding bored.  “Just not by you.”  He shot him between the eyes, watching the life drain from his face and his body crumple to the blood soaked floor.  He stood still for a moment before turning the safety back on and putting the gun back in the holster.  He turned to the people lining the wall behind him who had watched on.  “Clean this up before Mama gets home,” he said.  “I don’t want the kids to see or hear anything.”

“Yes, boss,” they all said in unison, before jumping into action, cleaning the room and disposing of the body.  Bucky sighed again and headed out of the room, walking up the stairs, taking the elevator then trudging through the hallways until he got to his room.  He stripped out of his clothes, throwing the blood spattered ones in the fireplace before getting in the shower.  He scrubbed his hands thoroughly, taking extra care to make sure all the blood and gore was cleaned from the plates and divots in his metal hand and arm.  Once he was sure all the evidence was gone he got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist before opening the bathroom door to find Y/N sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Buck,” she greeted him, her ever-present smirk on her lips.

“Mama,” Bucky greeted her back, his own smirk lighting up his face.  “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?  Especially after I just got out of the shower?”

Y/N shrugged, her eyes scanning his body before looking toward the fireplace where his clothes were already burning.  “Business as usual,” she said.  “Report?”

Bucky hummed and approached her until he was standing a foot away.  “Had to take care of a rat problem.”

“Again?” Y/N’s face morphed into a look of frustration.  

Bucky nodded, crossing his arms.  “A driver got handsy with the shipment and shared it with his buddies.  Took care of them, too,” he answered her question as she opened her mouth.  

Y/N sighed heavily, shaking her head as she looked down at her hands.  “So disappointing,” she murmured.

Bucky frowned.  He knew how much this kind of thing affected her, and it always pulled at his heartstrings whenever she was upset.  Damn his overprotective, bleeding heart.  “Don’t worry about it, Mama,” he reassured her, his metal hand reaching forward, his fingers tipping her chin up to look at him.  “I’ve got you.”

Y/N eyed his metal hand, a hungry look flashing in her eyes.  She looked up at him through her lashes then took his metal hand in hers as she stood up.  He was much taller than her, but it didn’t deter her as she peered up at him then brought his hand to her lips, softly kissing each fingertip.  “I know you do, Buck,” she whispered, kissing his palm.  “You’re always my number one.”

“And I always will be,” he promised, pulling the hand that held his hand from her mouth to his lips, kissing the ring on her left index finger that she always wore.  It was a thick, gold banded signet ring, a crest etched into each side of the band with a large, deep but vibrant red ruby setting.  “Till the end of the line.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked across his face before she squeezed his fingers and dropped their hands, loosely holding his fingers still.  “You should come see the kids.  They haven’t seen you in a while.”

Bucky nodded.  “I’ll come down in a few.”

Y/N nodded then slowly took a step back.  Her smirk returned and she let go of his hand before walking around him toward his door.  She didn’t look back as she opened the door and left, shutting it behind her soundly.  Bucky puffed out a harsh breath as he palmed himself through the towel.  When was he ever going to stop reacting to her this way? 

***

Bucky and Y/N had a long and complicated history together.  He was born into a rival family under the Hydra organization.  His father had made a deal with Y/N’s father, and when he couldn’t keep his end of the bargain Y/N’s father had swooped in and laid waste to Hydra, taking over their operations and merchandise.  Bucky was a teenager when it all went down, and Y/N’s father had taken him under his wing rather than offing him, seeing he held a lot of potential.  Bucky knew that his parents were doing illegal things, and that Y/N’s family was doing the same, but hers did it with a sense of dignity and strong family ties to the people around them, rather than treating them like servants or less-than.  He felt like this was where he belonged all along.  When they met as teenagers she was cordial, sometimes flirtatious, and Bucky liked her, but her father was overly protective and wouldn’t have stood for any adolescent, angsty shenanigans

Bucky quickly rose through the ranks in her father’s inner circle, and when he died and Y/N took over, Bucky was inherited as part of the empire.  He admired the way she ran things.  Her father was old fashioned, traditional, while she was ready to expand and do so with 21st century means and a nod to her father’s old ways.  She had made sure nobody but those closest to her knew she was the boss, and made Bucky the face of the Family, handling most duties while she worked behind the scenes.  She infiltrated other families, going as far as getting pregnant with three of the neighboring Dons and having their children so that they wouldn’t ever dare try to come after her and her empire since she held their predecessors, thereby procuring lasting alliances and business deals.  If there was one thing mob bosses respected, it was family ties.  

Bucky was the boss, but she was the Queen.  Bucky and Y/N’s camaraderie quickly shifted into something deeper and more meaningful until they were married, popping out three kids of their own within four years.  It most likely would have been more if it wasn’t for the fights about the first three kids.  Bucky found it hard to care for them as anything more than like a neighbor kid that comes over all the time, whereas Y/N was always the attentive and caring mother they deserved.  And the fact that the oldest was his childhood best friend’s son always grated on him.  They were currently separated, not quite daring to divorce, but the option always loomed over them, feeling heavy and causing stress and tension.  

Even if they did divorce, it would technically mean nothing.  He would never leave her, the Family, or his kids.  She had saved him, in every sense of the word.  After a nasty fire fight that left him with a stump of a left arm she had done everything in her power to heal him and get him upgraded.  The metal arm was top of the line, made of materials and technology that was so otherworldly he couldn’t wrap his head around it.  All he knew was that she was his everything, and loved and cared for him more than anyone else ever had.  

He got dressed and went downstairs to the dining room where he heard the kids' voices echoing loudly.  Bucky walked into the room to find all six of them nearly bouncing off the walls as they awaited dinner to be served.  He shook his head then whistled loudly, making them all snap their heads toward him then run to face him in a single file line.

“That’s better,” Bucky huffed.  He walked down the line, inspecting each of them carefully, adjusting their shirts or their hair.  When he was finished his smirk grew on his face.  “You little heathens been good for Mama?”  

They all started smiling at him.  “Yes, boss,” they all said in unison.  

Bucky started to bend forward.  “You sure?” He narrowed his eyes.  They all started to lean away from him, fighting back giggles, until he jumped forward with a playful growl and they all squealed and scrambled away from him.  They were all laughing as he chased them, trying to grab each one at least once, tickling them and kissing their faces.  He finally caught the last one, the littlest and his youngest baby, Valentina, and kissed all over her face as she laughed and tried pushing him away.  “Act like you’ve got some sense and sit down for dinner,” Bucky laughed as he led the kids back over to the long table.  

“You and Ma take too long,” the oldest, Frankie, said as he sat down at his spot.

“Yeah, we were waiting forever!” the second oldest, Antonia said dramatically, her head rolling.  “We’re hungry!”  

Uuka, Beau, Lottie and Valentina all agreed with her until the clearing of a throat in the corner had them all stiffening in their seats and sitting up straight as Y/N walked in.  She had changed into a different dress, one of Bucky’s favorites that she would wear around the house, and she was followed by the staff bringing in the plates for dinner.  “Patience is a virtue, Toni,” she chastised.  She sat at the head of the table and waited until the plates had been served and she thanked the staff that left the room before she leaned forward and smiled at each of them.  “How were your days, my darlings?”

The room erupted with sound again as they each started talking about their day.  Y/N listened to each of them, giving her undivided attention to what they were saying, no matter how mundane it was, asking questions and making sure they felt heard.  Bucky always admired her way of parenting.  Her father had been a bit of a hardass, and she was that way, too, demanding respect from her kids.  But she was able to have fun and be personable with them, truly loving them each as their own person as well as in the collective of the Family.  

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off her.  While they were separated, that didn’t mean that they didn’t occasionally enjoy each other.  As he watched her interact with the kids, in that damned house dress, he felt that sexual tension from earlier return.  Each child had made her curvier, plumper, and in his eyes, all the more beautiful.  She caught his stare a couple of times over dinner, a twinkle in her eye and a playful smirk on her face.  He hoped that meant she was feeling it for tonight, as well.

“Alright, my loves, time for bed,” Y/N announced, standing from the table.  There was a round of groans from the kids, but at the rise of Y/N’s eyebrows it went silent immediately.  “Bed.  Now.”  They all ran over to her, giving her hugs and kisses then doing the same to Bucky before quickly walking over to the nannies and body guards they had on staff that led them away to their rooms to help them get ready.  Bucky stood and walked around the table to stand next to her.

“God, I love it when you’re bossy,” he said lowly, leaning toward her ear.

Y/N huffed a silent laugh as she watched the kids walk away.  “I know you do,” she said.

Bucky moved to stand behind her, making sure the kids were all out of sight before he looped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him, his head dipping down to the curve of her neck to her shoulder.  His lips pressed firm kisses along the skin exposed there, subtly licking and sucking up to her ear.  “You wanna boss me around tonight?” he whispered.

Y/N hummed, her head tilting so he could have easier access to her throat.  “I thought we were separated,” she said teasingly.

Bucky nipped at her jaw, making her gasp.  “So?” he asked.

She turned in his arms to face him, her hands settling on his chest.  “What are you trying to do, Buck?” she asked, her tone more sober and upset.  

Bucky frowned.  “I…”

“You want me, then you don’t want me.  You love the kids and you’re great with them, but confessed you don’t feel the same about all of them,” Y/N ranted, pushing away from him on his chest.  

“Y/N–”

“No,” Y/N shook her head and stepped away from him.  “I may want you, and god knows I love you something fierce.  That’ll probably never go away.  But if you’re not all in, with all that comes with me, then I don’t want it,” she said, tears starting to build in her eyes and her lips trembling.  Bucky felt like the wind was knocked out of him.  He’d made her cry.  He’d seen her cry before, but it had never been his doing.  How much had she cried since they separated?  She always put on such a strong front, he thought she was doing okay overall.  

“Mama–” 

“Goodnight, Buck,” Y/N interrupted him, sniffling quickly and clearing her throat.  She turned and swiftly walked out of the room, leaving him alone and even more heartbroken than before.