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marvelmcumania · 7 months ago

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You are my only love - Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: That life's fate wasn't meant for both of you but the this did!

Word Count:1191

Setting: Modern World and The 80s

NOTE:Updates won't be frequent will be updated at any time English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Updated after a month I have no idea about how therapy session works so any mistake my fault

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Warning: Brief Mention of death?

You arrived late at the bus stand but Natasha didn't say anything when she saw how your mind was preoccupied with how the man disappeared along with his dog without any trace but the familiarity of his face questioned you was he really the person related to your dreams.

Arriving at the office you both took your seats on the way you took coffee and kept it on the table you still felt eyes on you looking up you saw Natasha narrowing her eyes at you sighing you questioned her "What is it, Nat?" finishing the cup of coffee and throwing it in the dustbin.

"Oh, I don't know why are you so quiet?"Your eyebrows furrowed about to give the answer she beat you to it "Also you are acting weird like you never be late you are so distracted today you didn't even give me a proper hi"

"Oh, it's about a hi" you give a grin "Hey Nat how are you?" You say that and get back to your work Natasha huffs closing her eyes and sighing she doesn't disturb you knowing what is going on with you and your mental health that is being affected by the nightmares

Not wanting to overwhelm you she diverts the topic to the work that was assigned to you both this being the most stressful week for you and the company Hydra Corporate having a completion with their old enemy Shield Corporate Your boss was ruthless but not to you he would give you extra time or extra day if there was a deadline others would get brutal scolding but you never.

Alexander Pierce's company was now led by his adopted son Brock Rumlow who had high hopes for you as you thought but he had different intentions no one knew of. But you did feel something creepy about him and related to your nightmares you shivered when he entered the office and first smiled at you.

"Good Morning L/N"

"Morning sir" his eyes stay only for a minute acknowledging her and going back to his cubicle Natasha sees the conversation knowing how Y/N has been uncomfortable with him. Natasha and your eyes meet and you give her a small smile continuing your work

Lunch passed in a blur, and as you and Natasha returned to your desks, you were already dreading your afternoon appointment. You had scheduled a session with Dr. Bruce Banner, a brilliant but empathetic therapist who was also Natasha’s boyfriend. You hoped he could help make sense of the unsettling dreams and the overwhelming sense of déjà vu haunting you.

You glanced at the watch "Hey Nat I am gonna go" picking up your stuff "I have taken the afternoon appointment for therapy"

"Okay let me know how it goes and say Hi to Bruce," she says a blush creeping on her face

You chuckle "Of course 'cause I am your messenger, my lady" She sticks out her tongue at you Bruce and Nat have been dating for two years and she was the one who changed the therapists for you after having weird or gross therapist."Alright I will see ya soon"

"Going anywhere L/N?"

You turned to look at your Boss Rumlow "Um out I have taken the permission, sir"

He gives you a nod and still an eerie vibe. You glance back at Natasha and leave for your appointment.

Dr.Bruce Banner's office was miles away from your office so taking a cab was a good option after a stressful day. You arrived at his office knocked on his door opening you saw Dr. Banner giving a graceful smile.

"Come in Y/N How are you?"

"I am fine and Natasha says her: hi"

Dr. Banner’s office was a sanctuary of calm, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. You took a deep breath as you settled in, feeling slightly relieved.

He went back to his desk opening his diary and a pen to note down the things"So how are the meds going on?"

"Good kind of," you said wriggling your hands. Therapy was sometimes nerve-wracking for you it would either go uphill or mostly it was downhill. Bruce gives a silent nod. Seeing how nervous you were.

“So, what’s been going on?” Bruce asked, his tone gentle but probing. He always had a way of getting straight to the heart of the matter.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “It’s these dreams or should I say nightmares, "You said giving a pained chuckle "Doc. They’re getting more frequent and more intense. I mean come on Natalie witnessed it" He already knows Natalie your roommate witnessed this before and she had too suggested to him about the past life stuff "And then today, something bizarre happened.”

“And what happened today?” he asked.

"I saw the guy from my dream" Bruce's eyes widen hearing that getting intrigued he abandons the notebook you nod continuing the story of how you met the man and his dog and how similar he looked to the man in the dream named Steve and how creeped and scary you felt near your boss who to looked familiar.

"Okay Let’s try something,” Bruce suggested. “Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. I want you to imagine you’re back in the dream. What do you see? What do you feel?"

You closed your eyes,“I see him,” you said softly and the man's blue eyes fear stricken begging to the man not to do this and then all becomes silent as if nothing happened you opened your eyes bringing your hands to your cheeks feeling it wet."And this session always turns out like the previous one" you give a sarcastic answer and Bruce sighs continuing the therapy until the timer rings

"So I need to check this up thing and it sounds weird" You give him a nod having no idea what he is talking about "Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah I hope we get to the cause of it and this nightmare ends"

"Me too" He drops you to his door"And Y/N say my hi to Nat"a shy smile coming up.

"You two will meet at night in your home aren't you" he gives a nod a smile threatening to come up "But I will say it See ya soon doc"

"See ya"

As you leave his office and start your way back to the bus stop, you see him. The man from your dreams. You freeze in your tracks, your heart pounding. This time, he's in a different outfit than the one he wore in the morning.

You start walking towards him, weaving through the dashing crowd and at times muttering "sorry" to people you hit while walking. But as you get closer, the crowd thickens, and you lose sight of him for a moment.

Desperately, you push forward, your breath quickening. When you reach the spot where he was standing, he's gone. You look around frantically, your eyes scanning every face in the bustling street, but there's no sign of him.And once again you lost this man

"Fuck"

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bolontiku · 3 years ago

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"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Brock Rumlow, reader

Posted: April 1st

A/N: not planned but here ya go. Sorry for not writing as much as before work has me a bit exhausted.

A/N 2: The story is starting to unfold. These two just seem to fall into each other huh? This fucker...

WARNINGS: TW implied abuse

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

He should stay away.

She got a boyfriend.

It wasn't that he was interested, nor did he think he had a chance. He didn't. Right? The thought of him thinking of not having a chance made him question if he had even considered it.

Brock growled, snapping the book he had picked up against his thigh. The young lady walking beside him with an arm full of files jumped as he did, which made him even more irate. What was wrong with them? All the females turn to chicken shit? He thought of that blond that had put a gun to his face, then his thoughts swung to you.

Would you hold a gun to his face?

The thought made him grin.

The way you sass him back on the regular made him think you would. He would like to see that actually.

He scowled as soon as he saw you, there was that smile again as you waved a person off. He rapped his knuckles over the smooth counters surface, your eyes jumping to him immediately as your coworker scooted away and gave you a small push towards him.

"Y'gonna tell me what's wrong?" You grinned at his question, the corner of your eyes crinkling with the action, but there was that look in your eyes. He knew that look, you were trying to hide the pain, a little too hard, he didn't like it.

"What's wrong?" You asked, your mind going to that morning. This was too difficult and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out. Why didn't this man just leave you alone?

Brock's scowl deepened as he looked at you, "still with the make-up?"

"Y-you don't like it?"

He didn't like the way you reached up and then stopped yourself. "What I say about your hair?"

You shook your head, "better down?"

He liked that, you remembered, but still had it up. "Boyfriend? Really?"

You felt your heart drop, "no-"

He didn't like the way your eyes dropped. It wasn't just your eyes either, he watched as your shoulders dropped as well. "Listen-"

"Is there something you needed? I can help."

Brock felt that irritation bubble up again and he jerked away from the counter, shaking his head. Whatever it was, it was clear he wasn't needed or wanted. "Fuck this," he growled, you flinched and he felt- he didn't need to feel like this. Not when he had imagined shit that wasn't there. He stomped away, boots nearly cracking the ground under him as he did so.

He ignored the way you called out his name.

He didn't need this bullshit.

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He scowled at the book.

He shouldn't have gotten it. He had forgotten to give it to you when he had stopped by earlier. He needed to keep cool.

Peeking around the corner He watched as people moved this way and that, but you weren't at your place, he scanned the area, it was well past your lunch break. He had waited a few minutes… you should be back.

"Ahh!"

Brock looked up at the exclamation, since it seemed to be directed at him and cursed as the pretty guy came hurrying to him. "Don't fucking touch me!" He jerked his hand away from him. The guy that had covered your shifts…

Blake swallowed, "you're not like me-"

Fury was quick to boil his blood and he took a step forwards, "the fuck you say?!" He demanded.

Blake stuttered, but he needed this guy. "Please- she wouldn't stop crying. I don't know what happened but she went home-"

"She?" What was this guy talking about?

"Y/N, this woman came and… I don't know. We don't pry, she doesn't like it right? B-but…" he licked his lips, green eyes skipping over to the petite blond behind the counter who had stood and was now watching. She nodded and he pushed forwards, shoving a paper into Brock's hand, "if I go she'll make up a lie- but she won't with you, you're different. Please?"

"The fuck happened? What woman?"

Blake felt relief flood him, this meant he would go right? It was Y/N after all, this guy always came to bother her, he liked her he thought. This guy with the scarred face, viscous as an attack dog, but he was always a little quieter with Y/N.

"W-we think she was family, not sure. B-but Y/N was on lunch when she showed up with some guy demanding for Y/N, a-and in a few minutes-" he shook his head.

"What?!" He caught hold of the guy's shirt shaking him a bit- fuck yer useless!"

"Y/N was crying and she apologized but went home. Those people went with her. That's her address, Shelly got it and we were looking for you. Pretty sure if anyone else goes she'll lie, but not with you."

Brock shoved the book into the back of his tactical pants and looked at the paper in his hand. He shoved the guy out of his way and stomped off.

Blake was pretty sure Mr. Stark would have to eventually replace the marble flooring if that guy stomped around here more often, but… it would be worth it. Cause Y/N was sweet and kind, she didn't deserve whatever was happening to her.

The place was nice, one of those places that was plain but posh. No originality but looked the same. Well kept lawns but no space for children. Most Agents and personnel that worked at the compound would rent from here.

He figured as much since no one questioned him as he walked through in his uniform. There was one or two that wore the SHIELD and Stark Ent. Patch on their shirts. None he knew.

He was a bit worried that idiot had given him the wrong address. Useless. At least he had a fragment of a brain to go looking for him. One that weak wouldn't stand a chance in a fist fight. Guy would probably flop over if slapped-

He stopped in front of 48B and knocked.

The door opened, the man in front of him one he didn't know. Was this the guy that had come with the woman? Had he gotten the wrong address? He should have checked at the front desk.

"What do you want?" The man demanded.

Brock frowned, opened his mouth to say something when he heard a small noise. "Y/N?!" He called out over the man's head.

He didn't have to wait long, you peeked around the door and blinked at him, looking smaller than he had ever seen you.

If he had thought it was fury when Blake had touched him he wasn't sure what this feeling was at seeing your face stained with tears. He could tell you had been rubbing at your eyes, red marking under them, your chest rose and fell with quiet sobs and that was it.

Brock wrapped a hand around the man's throat and moved in quick, shoving him against the wall with enough force to break the plaster.

Brock blinked away the red haze as you wrapped your arms around him, face pressed tightly against his ribs. He looked down to see your eyes squeezed shut tight, it was only then he heard another shrieking loudly at him, he realized that woman was actually flailing at his back. It didn't bother him, he took harder hits from Sam and those two.

"Stupid bitch get him off!"

You cried out when she jerked at your hair. More tears, god could you not stop crying?? But then her hand was gone and an arm wrapped around you.

"Don't touch her again," he warned, shoving her away, though not as badly as he had the man.

Brock.

He was the last person you expected to show up.

Still, it kinda made sense. That he did.

And because it was him you stayed quiet. Because it was him you let him pull you out of your apartment and into the elevator.

His car was fast, you dozed, still crying quietly.

Why had it been him?

You were exhausted.

It was all bullshit anyhow.

Absolute bullshit.

Bullshi-

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deliciousangelfestival · 4 years ago

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Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again.

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm.

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son.

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son.

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court.

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife.

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents.

Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks.

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them.

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention.

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance.

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone.

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink.

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.”

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised.

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman.

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant.

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner.

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.”

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again.

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat.

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast.

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him.

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him.

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them.

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away.

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow.

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died.

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching.

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it.

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives.

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival.

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow.

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade.

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder.

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep.

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground.

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him.

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was.

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them.

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger.

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve.

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.”

“Yeah, she is.” Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’.

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow.

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Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won.

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic.

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily.

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant.

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife.

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat.

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside.

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight.

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win.

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him.

He fell in love at the first sight.

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes.

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now.

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured.

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.”

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.”

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years ago

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A Knight’s Lady: 15

AN: smut

You’d fallen asleep on top of him, waking as the sun rose his arms still around you.

“That can’t be comfortable.” Steve grumbles and you hum burrowing down into him.

“Didn’t want you to sneak off at sunrise.”

“You make it sound so dirty.”

“Leaving your wife alone in a cold bed is a dirty trick.” He laughs and lets his hands rove across your skin. “Ow, sore.” You whimper and he freezes.

“Did I hurt you last night?”

“Oh, no from the training.” You say with a soft groan and he chuckles, “I’m regretting saying no to that massage.” He works his fingers into your shoulder blades and you groan softly.

“If you want I can give you a quick one before breakfast.”

“This is good.” You tell him and he hums before continuing to work your sore muscles. There’s a tap on the door and when Steve looks up at you you just nod and he calls,

“Enter.”

“We brought breakfast your Grace.” Philip says as he and Wanda walk into your room with a couple of trays of food.

“Thank you.” You say from where you’re pressed against Steve.

“Let me know when you’re ready to dress your Grace. Victor will be here this morning to make final picks for the garden.”

“Oh, yes thank you Wanda. What about Quill?”

“He said a week to make the pieces you wanted and an afternoon to install.”

“Perfect, send word to have him start.”

“Yes your Grace.” Wanda says before following Philip out of the room and closing the door.

“What are you having Quill work on?”

“Some stain glass windows for my parlor.”

“Doing my face in one of them?”

“No,” you laugh as you ease yourself off of him, “that does remind me we need to sit for a portrait before winter comes.”

“Why?”

“I’d like to get it done before you divorce me for a princess again.” You tease pulling on your robe. Steve growls from behind you and you scurry out of his reach with a loud laugh before he can drag you back to the bed.

“You’re a terror woman.” He grumbles from the bed and you smile at him over your shoulder.

You eat breakfast in comfortable conversation and he presses a searing kiss to your lips before he goes off to training. You promise to come down after you’re dressed and before Victor comes.

You love watching him train. He’s fast, strong and it’s like his sword is an extension of his body. You watch for a while, you know he’s seen you but you wait for him to invite you down. When he does you join him on the field where he introduces you to a sea of unfamiliar men.

“Buck, where did Brock go?” Steve asks and Bucky gestures toward the outhouses. “The last man is Brock Low. Men, the Duchess of Brooklyn.” They salute and you nod politely.

“Your Grace,” Wanda says softly and when you glance over she, “Victor is here.”

“Thank you.” You turn your attention back to Steve and press a soft kiss to his jaw, “see you for dinner?”

“Wouldn’t miss it love.” He nods before kissing you firmly on the lips. You pull away with a soft laugh, this man.

After your meeting with Victor you send Wanda to get lunch and invite a few of the women to join you in your parlor.

You make your way through the halls alone, well aware that you’re not actually alone. You round a corner and draw your blade then wait as a second body rounds the corner and nearly smashes into you.

“Rumlow.” You hiss, “had a bad feeling that Brock Low was really you. How did you manage this one?”

“Paid off another man to take his place.” He sneers, “look at that cute little blade.” You swipe the tip across his cheek drawing a thin line of blood.

“Little it might be, but it still draws blood fine.” You growl glaring up at him.

“He’s made you a bold little thing hasn’t he?”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Oh really? You think I’m the only spy your father has? You keep your pretty mouth shut and Daisy doesn’t get hurt.” Your eyes widen, and Rumlow laughs lowly. “See you around your Grace.” He moves off like he doesn’t have a care in the world and you stand there shaking. You have to tell Steve but if you tell Steve you’re putting Daisy at risk.

You’re quiet the rest of the day, you don’t know what to do, you need to tell him, you don’t like having secrets from Steve.

“Love?”

“I’m sorry,”

“For what?”

“I wasn’t listening.”

“Is something bothering you?” Steve asks and you give him a little smile,

“Just thinking.” You stand and sit back down in his lap. “I haven’t seen Peter in a while.”

“He’s doing a job for me, he’s good.”

“Okay good.” You tell him with a kiss to his jaw.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yea,” you coo as his hand creeps up your back and into your hair. He rubs the base of your head and you groan softly, “oh that’s nice.” You mutter and he chuckles guiding your lips to his. He starts undressing you while you’re in his lap, when he stands abruptly you let out a surprised squeak and he laughs. He sets you down next to the bed and turns you around.

“Stay here.” He says pulling your dress the rest of the way off, “step,” you step out of the dress and you hear him undress but you don’t turn around. “Put your hands on the bed.” He says softly and you do, your entire body feels flush. This is different, his hands are soft on your butt, they creep slowly up your back then back to your waist. One hand teases your folds until you let out a soft whine,

“Steve.”

“Tell me what you want love.”

“You, always you.” You pant and you feel him press against your entrance. He enters you slowly until he’s fully inside you, when he starts to move you press back against him earning a groan from him.

“Oh love,” he drives into you and your arms give out, your face dropping to the bed. “Okay?” He pants at the change of position.

“Don’t stop, Steve, don’t stop.” You moan and he groans back, he presses his chest to your back then and using his fingers on you he works you to your finish.

“Hold on, love, almost.” He thrusts into you a few more times then stills as he finishes. His chest still pressed to your back as you both try to catch your breath. “Climb into bed for me love, I’ll get a rag and join you.” You haul yourself into bed and struggle to get the blankets out from under you. “Here love.” Steve says wiping the mess between your legs then helping you get the blankets out from under you. He throws the rag somewhere on the floor then joins you in bed. You lay curled into him for a while, debating on if you should tell him about Rumlow or not.

“Steve? I need to tell you something.” You whisper your heart pounding, you need to tell him. You don’t get a response back, just a soft snore.

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buckysnumberonegirl · 4 years ago

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Three Cheers for Iron and Thunder

Part 2

Prompt from the HBCS Week of love day 3 first kiss

Pairing(s)- Bucky Barnes x reader, past Brock Rumlow x reader

Warnings- Fluffity fluff fluff, a dash of angst for context, a tiny itty bitty reference to smut if you squint so 18+ please and thank you

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 3

Hi Loves, this chapter does have a bit of filler in it, I wanted to give our leading lady some context and backstory. Bucky is talked about and shows up at the end for a nice moment

As always comments and reblogs are always appreciated💕 Enjoy

You and Bucky were taking it slow. You both had metaphorical walls up that would take some time to break down, but none the less you were both completely enamored with each other.

Some mornings he’d bring you coffee, others you’d bring him a bear claw from his favorite bakery. You both lived on cloud nine.

You were in the compounds kitchen listening to Peter give his presentation on World War 2. Steve, Natasha, and Sam were all sitting around giving him feedback.

“My final topic is the Man who fought the war for decades,” Peter shuffled his cards around and Steve perked up

Peter cleared his throat “Hiro Onoda was a Japanese soldier who fought World War Two until 1974, who did not believe the war had ended and continued to fight in the Philippines”

Peter smiled and Steve’s jaw dropped. Sam burst out laughing

“Man you thought he was going to say you! You should see the look on your face! Oh man golden kid, I’d give you an A+” Sam continued laughing as he walked away mumbling to himself about Steve looking stupid.

Steve looked over the last slide “I think you did a really great job kid, your inclusion of hydra will definitely get you bonus points, although if you asked… I definitely would have been your final slide” Peters eyes got huge as Steve also took his leave. Chasing him out of the Kitchen Peter began to word vomit after Steve

“Well you see Captain Rogers sir I’d love to include you but I’m not sure if being frozen counts as fighting the war not that what you did wasn’t a great sacrifice for our country..” Peter's voice began to fade and the final thing you heard was him yell “I CAN ADD ANOTHER SLIDE!”

Natasha laughed as she walked up to you

“ I think that will make it 101 slides if I remember correctly” she grinned at you reaching over the island to steal half of your peanut butter sandwich. ‘First of all yes you can have half I have a lunch date later so I don’t mind, and secondly he’s got heart I think it was a good project’

Natasha slid over the rubric, create a 25 slide presentation

‘So he went a little.. above and beyond’ you shook your head and smiled

“Sooooo you and Barnes seem to be going well” she wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively

You blushed thinking about how wonderful the past month and a half had been.

‘Yeah, I really care about him you know? This is going to be our fifth date’

“So then maybe you guys will take it to third base tonight” she looks almost childlike as she grins at the thought of you and Bucky spending the night together.

‘Nat we haven’t even kissed yet, I don’t think that we’ll be doing anything like that.’

Her eyes went wide “it’s been over a month and you haven’t kissed yet?”

‘Well we’re taking it slow we both agreed that it would be best after Bucky's past and’ you paused the name feeling like acid sitting in the back of your throat ‘and well Rumlow’

Nats questioning look became a much more apologetic one “Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring that up”

You nodded ‘it’s alright it just means you owe me a dress later’ you walked out of the kitchen to started getting ready for your date

Your relationship with Rumlow held you back in a lot of ways. The man you knew and loved for over a year fell apart when you found out he was working for Hydra. Not only that but he was trying to frame Steve and have him arrested and killed for the murder of Nick Fury. To top it off after he betrayed you you watched him die months later when he tried once again to kill off Captain America. To say it put a pin in your need for a relationship for a while would be an understatement.

Then you met Bucky and the flame in your heart reignited.

Tonight’s date plan included seeing a new movie called The Revengers about some superheroes, it seemed pretty unrealistic but Bucky seemed pretty interested. And then dinner of your choice. You got out of your quick shower to see Natasha had dropped off a dress for you. A little note was pinned to it “don’t ruin this one it’s one of my favorites (;” you grinned and picked it up.

It was shorter than one you’d usually wear but it was gorgeous, black with a red ombré. It fit snugly around your hips and loose around your chest. You paired it with a black cardigan to keep it practical.

Bucky arrived with flowers as per usual, pulling you in for a big hug, you got to smell his cologne. The smell always brought a smile to your face because it was to you not just cologne but the smell of comfort and safety.

You held on to the hug for a bit longer than intended lost in thought. It wasn’t until Bucky spoke to you that you realized.

“Doll not that I don’t absolutely love this hug but we’re going to miss our movie” he smiled at you.

You looked at him then. The smile he gave you warmed you, the dimples on his cheeks made you grin and his eyes which held nothing but love and kindness pulled you in. “Everything alright Y/N/N?” He brought his hand to your face. You pulled him in then and gave him a quick peck.

‘Better now soldier’

Bucky smiled and pulled you in again. Pressing your lips to his, your arms went around his neck and you blushed, smiling wide as he pulled away.

“I was going to wait until later to do that but you beat me to it”

‘Pretty great first kiss by my standards, movie time?’ You looked up to see you had made him turn red as well

“My thoughts exactly Doll” one last peck and he took your hand walking down the hall. Looking at you smiling, hair done and gorgeous, he thought to himself that he had found his forever.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years ago

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Save A Spot For Me

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: Bucky Barnes x reader where he always saves a spot for her in their one uni class and everyone noticed and ships them

You: sooooo...here’s the thing..

Bucky: late again.

You: yup. save a seat for me?

Bucky: of course

You: 😁 thanks!

Bucky shakes his head with a fond look on his face. He pulls open the door to his next class, one that you share with him. When he entered the lecture hall, there were already a few students in their preferred seats.

Bucky made his way to one of the middle rows, choosing a seat for him and then proceeding to place his things in the seat beside him, a place for you. As he dug out his supplies for the class, his buddy, Sam, waltzed into the room, heading straight for the seat next to Bucky, the one he was saving for you.

As soon as Sam grabbed for Bucky’s bag, he was stopped, “Hey, hey! Woah! That’s Y/N’s seat!”

Sam snorted, “And where’s Y/N right now?”

Bucky shrugged, “Said she was gonna be late.”

Sam shook his head, “Snooze, you lose!” he proceeds to move Bucky’s bag to the floor and sits in the seat that was preserved for you.

The brunette frowned, “You couldn’t have just sat in the other chair beside me?” with a shake of his head, Bucky moved his things to the other chair next to him. He then pulled out his notes and began to read the content from last lecture.

Soon enough, more and more students began to file into the hall. Whenever one would come up to Bucky, they’d ask, “Y/N’s seat?” to which he’d give them a sorry look accompanied with a nod. However, many didn’t seem too upset. Oddly enough, people would smirk at him or give him a knowing look.

“Why are people looking at me weird whenever I say that I’m saving a seat for Y/N?”

Sam chuckled, “Probably because we can all see how much you like her?”

Bucky scoffed, “What? No! I-I don’t like her! We’re just friends!”

“Mhmmmmm, keep tellin’ yourself that, man,” Sam gave a looking showing that he was unconvinced by Bucky’s words.

Bucky frowned. He opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted when Professor Coulson entered the room. His mouth shut immediately and he picked up his pen, ready to take notes.

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You absolutely hated living off campus. Well, no, that’s not entirely true. Living off campus meant you didn’t have to deal with the RAs, campus police, annoying floor mates, sharing bathrooms with 50+ people, etc. You had more privacy, a bathroom you had to shared with 3 people, and amazing roommates. The downside was not having the convenience of being closer to your classes. Instead, you had to take the bus to campus and the bus was never reliable. Like today. The bus driver decided to take a different route to the college than the usual and it’s going to make you late. Again! This will be your fourth tardy to class and you’re really hoping Coulson doesn’t rip you a new one in front of everybody.

At least Bucky said he’ll save you a seat. He’s a nice person like that. A nice person with gorgeous blue eyes, a beautiful smile, soft chocolate brown hair-UGH! Get it together, Y/N! You can’t crush on your friend like that. Was he a friend? You don’t really hang out outside of class. And you two usually only text about school. Maybe he’s not a friend then. But you’d like to be his friend...maybe more.

The bus finally arrives to campus and you mutter, “Finally!” under your breath as you practically hop off the vehicle and run towards the lecture hall. You’re twenty minutes late.

You head towards the back door of the lecture hall, slipping in as quietly as you can. You look down to see Bucky and you tip toe over to his row, whispering apologies to the students you pass. Bucky spots you and shoots a smile, removing his bag from your spot. You’re grateful that Coulson’s back is to you as he’s drawing a graph onto the board.

Just as you’re about to sit down, Coulson calls out your name, “Y/N, you know the rules.”

Everyone’s eyes turn to you, staring expectedly. You sigh, straightening your form as you stand, “I’m Y/N L/N and I’m late because my bus driver thought it was a good idea to take a different route to campus, which made me twenty-five minutes late to class.”

Coulson nodded when you sat down, “Alright. Now as I was saying-”

You drown out Coulson’s voice as you hurriedly open your notebook to write down all of the notes he’d put on the board. When he begins to erase them, you open your mouth to tell him to wait, but Bucky’s hand lands on your arm. He scribbles down something at the corner of his page. You lean in and read it:

Don’t worry. You can copy my notes later. ;)

Your shoulders deflate with relief and you mouth, “Thank you,” to him.

He shrugs and mouths back, “You’re welcome,” then goes back to writing out his notes.

After class, Coulson calls you up to his desk and you feel yourself tense as you approach, “Yes, sir?”

“So, I hate to do this, because you’re actually a really great student and you’re doing so well in my class, but I do have to give you a warning that if you’re late again, that’s an automatic absence.”

You nod understandingly, “I know, sir. I don’t mean to be late, you know. It’s just the bus-”

“I understand, but why doesn’t your boyfriend give you a ride?”

You look at him confusedly, “Boyfriend?”

“Barnes,” he says with a smirk, “The guy who always saves you a seat and secretly gives you heart eyes whenever you speak up in class?”

You honestly didn’t know what to say to that, “O-Oh, uh, Bucky and I-”

“Babe, you ready to go?” you look to the door and see Bucky’s head popping in.

“Uh, yeah?” you say unsurely.

He nods, “Let’s go then! Sam and Steve are waiting for us so we can head to lunch!”

“O-Okay!” you say and shoot a nervous smile to Coulson, who’s practically beaming at you. You wave at your professor and exit the lecture hall.

You then frown at Bucky, “Why’d you do that? Now he thinks we’re dating!”

He chuckles, “You make it sound like a bad thing.” you follow him as he continues to walk towards the cafe, “Besides, you don’t wanna embarrass the guy, do ya?”

You snort, “Why not? He embarrasses me all the time!”

“Which is you fault, by the way,” Bucky says with a pointed look.

You feign offense and point a finger at him, “It’s not my fault and you know it, Barnes!”

_______________________

The day after that, you get to campus early, as you told Bucky via texting him a selfie of you on campus. He proceeds to send you a selfie back showing you he’s already at the hall with a seat saved for you.

He waits patiently as you make your way over, doodling in his sketchbook yet another picture of you. So deep into his doodling, he doesn’t notice one of his classmates settling in the seat next to him, until another classmate from behind speaks up.

“Hey, blondie! You better take a different spot! Barnes doesn’t like anyone else sitting next to him other than his tardy girlfriend!”

Bucky grunts in dismay when he realizes Brock Rumlow, the campus asshole, is speaking. He looks over his shoulder with a frown, “Shut up, Rumlow, before you dumb down everyone’s IQ!” he then turns to his classmate with a sorry expression, “Sorry about him...Sharon, right?”

She nods, “Yeah, and sorry. I didn’t know this was Y/N’s seat. I usually sit up front, but my neck is starting to hurt since he’s been using the overhead lately. I’ll move down a seat.”

“I really am sorry.”

She shakes his head, “Don’t be. I think it’s cute that you do that for Y/N. You really like her, huh?”

Bucky feels his face start to heat up, “Well, uh, yeah.”

“You guys would make such a cute couple. You should ask her out! In fact, bring her to movie night that my sorority is holding for the school! It’s a thriller movie so if she gets scared, you can hold her and stuff.”

He nervously chuckles, “Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll think about it.”

“I hope you mean about the movie and not asking her out. Because you should definitely do it,” she sends him a wink and then moves down a seat.

A few minutes later, you burst into the room, earning a few playful hollers and applause from some students. You take a bow and then continue to climb the steps towards your seat. You carefully place a coffee cup onto Bucky’s desk, “Here.”

He takes it with a scrunch of his nose, “What’s this for?”

You settle in your seat and gave a shrug, “I mean, you save me a spot for every class. You don’t have to, but you do. So thanks for saving me the effort of looking like a dumbass for searching the room for an empty spot.”

“You’re welcome, but it’s not a big deal.”

“Still. I wanna thank you.”

“While I appreciate the coffee, maybe you can thank me another way?” he then slaps himself on the forehead, “Wait! I just realized how that sounds and that’s not what I meant!”

You throw your head back with a cackle, “I didn’t think of it that way at first, but now that you pointed it out, yeah, it sounds wrong.”

Bucky groans, “Sorry. Sorry. Anyway, what I meant was that...maybe you wanna...go on a date sometime?”

“S-Sure!” you say surprisingly.

“Great!” Bucky says with much relief, “I hear there’s a movie night comin’ up. Wanna go?”

“I heard it’s a scary movie so I’ll definitely be covering my eyes for most of the film, but sure.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand and protect you if need be,” he says with a smirk.

“HALLELUJAH! PRAISE THE LORD!” a booming voice echoes throughout the lecture hall. All eyes land on Sam, who’s standing on the other side of Bucky. He cups his hands around his mouth and hollers, “LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND THOSE IN-BETWEEN, JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES HAS FINALLY ASKED Y/N L/N OUT!” students from all over the room burst into applause and cheers which makes you and Bucky want the ground to open up and eat you both.

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asgardianthot · 5 years ago

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Hunting Season (sambucky) - Part 4

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A/N: ello :) I hope you’re all safe and sound, and I hope you’re surviving quarantine. Here’s an angsty update for you to enjoy!

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Day 3.

The morning had prepared for the happy couple an hour of kayaking. Bucky got his tired ass to the lake with the least amount of motivation possible, for he had spent a sore night. The idea of Brock Rumlow spending the night in that house had his bones rattling. Sam, on his part, couldn’t blame him; Brock only stayed there when the two were an item, so the fact that he was tagging along indefinitely had ‘ill intentioned’ written all over it. Bucky’s theory was that Brock probably thought he was gonna crash the lunch party and win him over again, stay the night at their old bed instead of a small guest room downstairs.

On the bright side of matters, Sam and Bucky were still the only ones to have a hunting clue. The envelope that had fallen out of the Viktor Frankl book had a hand-written note, specifically placed there by Nana. It read as following: If you found this clue, congratulations, you have a brain. Frankl was more than just a man in search for meaning: he was a neurologist and a psychiatrist, as well as a philosopher. It’s not hard to guess why my husband was obsessed with him. Now find out more about the author and try to guess what else he and Theodore had in common. You’ll know where to look.

Those words meant absolutely nothing to Sam, but it made some sense to Bucky. All they had to do was research about the author of the book and find a connection, for now. The rest would be a problem for later.

Right now, meaning at that very exact moment, Sam’s problem was kayaking.

“Okay, so what now?” he asked Bucky, holding the paddles like they were going to hurt him.

The second the word ‘kayak’ had been brought up when discussing future activities, Sam knew he would make a fool out of himself, for it was something he had never done, while the rest of the guests had been practicing every summer since they bought the damn house. Still, he put on his swimsuit and showed up. For Bucky. They were the ones closest to the lakeside, as Bucky was still teaching Sam, meanwhile the other Barnes were already paddling away or messing around in circles, as they prepared for a race.

“Now, you kayak.” Bucky replied simply, which earned a death glance from Sam.

He was already having enough trouble adjusting to the new sport, which left him with little to no patience. Fortunately, Bucky pitied him and laughed as he moved to the front seat, agreeing to help.

“Okay, wait,” he grunted as he struggled to accommodate behind Sam, “let me help you.”

Sam felt the warm pressure of Bucky’s chest against his back without any type of warning, and flinched a little. He could feel the drops of water that hadn’t dried out in Bucky’s skin stick to his own, and it sent shivers down his spine. He decided to believe the shivers were caused by the startling feeling of water droplets.

“You’re holding it wrong.” James explained as he took the paddles from Sam’s hand.

Wilson rolled his eyes, “Of course I am.”

“Someone’s cranky.” Bucky remarked, “Didn’t sleep well?”

Sam thought hard about that one. As a matter of fact, he had woken up plenty of times during the night, only to find Bucky struggling to catch his own sleep next to him. The situation was weird as it was, so Sam pretended to miss it.

“You kick your feet a lot.” Sam lied.

“There’s always the divan.” Bucky reminded him.

“Will you shut up about the damn divan? No one should sleep in anything called like that.”

However, the ridiculous discussion came to an end when Bucky managed to get Sam to paddle correctly.

“That’s about the hang of it.” he congratulated him before turning his body and dropping it into the water.

The water barely reached his chest, so he stood there in waits for Sam who accomplished his goal of successfully kayaking away.

“Now come back to me.” Bucky instructed his apprentice, “Turn.”

Watching him swirl the canoe so concentrated, Bucky couldn’t help but find him slightly adorable. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t seen Sam learn something like that before, but it definitely was a good look on him. A smile creeped up his face, however, it didn’t last long. Soon enough, his ears picked up on a conversation behind him. He saw that uncle Milo was talking to Brock, and he only then figured they probably had been the entire time, which made him feel observed and, most of all, uncomfortable. Bucky was so distracted by the interaction that he almost didn’t see Sam returning to him, but he noticed right on time to stop the tip of the kayak before it hit him.

He shook it off by shooting a smile in Nana’s direction.

“Sure you don’t wanna hop in the water, Nana?” he messed with the woman who looked over everyone from her chair.

“I want another drink, sweetheart.” She messed with him back.

Bucky winked at her and returned his attention to the fake boyfriend, who seemed a lot more comfortable with the sport. They most likely wouldn’t win the race, but at least Sam wouldn’t feel bad for sucking at it.

“You know what?” Nana’s voice was loud and clear this time, which got everyone’s attention, “First one to get me a drink gets a clue."

The bold statement was followed by hesitant glances. Most of the family exchanged weird looks, none of them sure of how to proceed.

"Is she for real?" Bucky said, frowning.

Then, cousin Colin jumped to the water from where he was paddling, and started swimming towards land. Rebecca went second. Bucky and Sam were quick to notice how they were the ones closest to the lakeside, which didn’t make it seem like Nana was unbiased. If anything, it made the couple look like the favorites. Alas, Bucky and Sam climbed onto land fast, hearing people rush across the water behind them, until they heard a scream.

As they both turned towards the noise, they saw Rebecca slapping her hand around, swallowing water, and barely managing to yell the word ‘cramp’.

Bucky dove back on the water to save her. Literally. As Sam awaited kneeling on the shore, he couldn’t help but notice nobody else went to help. As usual, Bucky was Rebecca’s knight in shining armor.

"Rebecca, are you ok?" Winnifred barely asked above her usual tone to be heard.

The siblings were too busy trying to stay afloat –Bucky dragging her to land and Rebecca coughing her lungs out– to answer, so the mother insisted.

"Rebecca?"

Luckily, Sam cut in to get the unhelpful and mediocre concern away from the scene, "She- she's fine! We got this!" he assured the woman.

Once the siblings reached the wooden shore, Sam pulled Rebecca up by her arms while Bucky climbed up, panting. The young woman held her leg in pain.

Right on time, Brock approached them to save the day.

He extended his hand towards Rebecca, "Here, let me-"

"Get the fuck away from us!" James shot him an aggressive warning while placing a hand on Rebecca's back, not dignifying the man with eye contact.

Rumlow raised his hands in defense, "Just tryna’ help, Jamie."

The snap in Bucky’s brain might as well have been hearable. He was so done with the hovering figure he used to call his partner, everything in his head went red with fury. He looked up at him with such rage, Sam anticipated his outburst even before it happened.

"Shut up, Brock, shut up!” He yelled directly at him, microscopic bits of spit being thrown in Brock’s direction, and followed by a uncomfortable, still silence, which Bucky couldn’t stand either, “Are you deaf or are you a fucking idiot? I said leave!"

Rumlow accepted the offense and shook his head, putting on a disappointed façade.

"You're insane." He informed Bucky before turning on his heels.

As the man walked back inside the house, the spectators of the show remained silent. All that could be heard was Bucky’s heavy breathing, until Rebecca spoke.

"Way to go, brother." She whispered, which was only heard by Sam and Bucky.

Bucky’s expression revealed how shocked he was at his own courage to pull off such a stunt.

"That felt so good." He admitted, drawing a big proud smile on Sam’s face.

The outburst that morning, no matter how fulfilling, had taken a toll on Bucky. The rest of the day, it was all he could think about, and therefore, it naturally got the paranoid spinning wheel in his brain running at full speed. Cousin Colin, after the lake scene, was the only person insensitive enough to actually go through with Nana’s demand; the man had brought his grandmother a nice summer drink from the kitchen, which the lady received with a roll of her eyes. Unfortunately, she had promised the deliverer a clue, so she reluctantly kept her word and gave him the help in private.

It didn’t necessarily worry Bucky nor Sam, because the couple still felt they were winning so far. They had found the first clue by themselves, no help needed, so the best Colin could do was keep up with them before they got the advantage again.

No, what had them both worried was this cocktail gathering after dinner, right now. It was too early for anyone to be tired enough to go to bed, but it was late enough for people to start making bad decisions. That had been Bucky’s case. Drink after drink, worry after worry, the liquor had found its way into Bucky’s system long ago. In fact, he was sitting down, resigned to his sorrow, with a glass of champaign in hand.

He was wasted, and Sam could tell. While Bucky played around with the almost emptied glass, Sam’s chest felt heavy.

"He's watching." Bucky suddenly said, his enunciation already affected by the booze.

His eyes were fixated somewhere in the room, over Sam’s shoulder. The latter didn’t need to turn around to know who he meant.

"Don't pay attention to him." He shrugged it off.

"He used to do that,” Bucky, however, acted as if Sam hadn’t even spoken, “when he didn't approve of something."

"Hey.” Sam called, demanding his attention, “Hey, look at me. I'm here with you, okay? Not him."

As much as Bucky wanted to lean into those words, embrace the support and such, he knew it wasn’t truly real. Sam was there to help him out of pity, or so he thought. He used to love imagining having a boyfriend who would take away the pain, wipe away the tears caused by Brock. He used to like that image, but sometime in the horrible long-lasting relationship, he just didn’t think it possible. Anyone loving him after Brock? Anyone putting up with that baggage, with the lurking ex-boyfriend watching them at all times?

It simply wouldn’t happen. It’s why he wasn’t there with an actual boyfriend. It’s why he had to play-pretend with Sam. In his head, there was no place for anyone to love him. Not after he’d been chewed on by Rumlow and spat out a hundred times.

"But you're not.” Bucky sad dryly, almost insulting, “Not really. I'll never get the real thing."

Sam’s brain had a hard time with that one confession. Did Bucky mean that getting his friend to play fake boo was the closest he'd ever get to a boyfriend from now on? Or as he implying a world where Sam could have become the real deal? His confusion left him almost speechless.

"And why is that?" he managed to ask with a heavy heart.

Bucky was too quick in answering Sam’s doubts, "Cause I'm messed up. 'Cause of him."

That being declared, James stood up from the table, leaving his company sitting there by himself, rudely. Sam watched him get to the bar, which consisted of a few tables set up for drink service, attended by one of Nana’s kitchen employees. It did the trick in looking fancy enough for an improvised bar, and still, Bucky managed to look fairly pathetic, leaning on the table and ordering yet another hard liquor.

For the next half hour, Sam brought himself to chat and interact with the Barnes, but mostly, he was checking up on Bucky every other minute. Fortunately so, since it allowed him to spot Rumlow as he approached the drunk figure. Wilson excused himself and headed straight for the bar, and was noticed by the man who looked, as usual, like he was up to no good.

"Samuel, we were just talking about you." Brock greeted him cynically.

"Leave him alone." Sam said, not messing around.

Bucky’s eyes were fixated on his drink, avoiding exchanging gazes with his ex, no matter how hard Brock tried to catch his attention.

"I don't think anyone should leave him alone like this." Rumlow cocked a brow, giving off the most pedantic posture yet.

As much as Sam didn’t wish to sound just as condescending as the ex-boyfriend, he needed him to back off. So he stood his ground, planting himself in front of Bucky, and raised his chin.

"Oh, goodie, that's what I'm here for." He clarified with a taunting tone.

All of a sudden, Bucky decided to stand his ground as well. Unhappy with the exchange of words about his state, he got himself in front of Sam, stumbling a bit.

"I don't- don't need anyone to look after me." He managed to croak out, frowning.

After he delivered the words, he propped himself on the table unsteadily, causing Sam to gesture catching him, but Bucky seemed to be partially alright on his own. Brock, on his part, gave him a deeply disappointed look. Suddenly, Sam understood so much; the paternalistic vibe he gave off, like you’re nothing for yourself and are in desperate need of his aid. The way Rumlow judged people could get anyone to doubt themselves. Luckily, Sam wasn’t giving in.

Brock extended his hand to the more-than-tipsy man, "Come on." He said, more a demand than an offer.

The response was even more abrupt than that morning by the lake. In sight of his hand so near him, Bucky’s paranoia crippled through his bones, provoking a different kind of outburst.

"Don't touch me, you fucking maniac!" he yelled, taking a step back.

Sam’s skin crawled. During the tense silence that followed, he felt eyes staring at them three. Brock, however, didn’t seem nearly as shocked, but instead acted like this was just typical Bucky. He did seem embarrassed, though, being the victim of the scandal for the second time that day.

"Let's go." Sam pleaded, not daring to touch Bucky in a jumpy state like that.

That was Rebecca’s cue for approaching the lot, allured by the fuzz.

"What's going on?" she demanded an explanation in a low, but harsh tone.

"Nothing.” Rumlow spoke before anyone else got the change, “He's making a scene, as usual."

Rebecca shot him a threatening glance, to which he simply rolled his eyes and abandoned the bar area. Sam took his place in order to check up on Bucky’s face, and found his eyes beginning to water. He was frozen in place, eye sockets reddened by the drunkenness and lips caught between his teeth.

"James, get it together.” Rebecca whispered, “Everyone's staring."

Although Sam was expecting more comfort from the man’s sister, whom just so happened to be scolding him for no reason, he kept his quiet this time. The two sober characters dragged Bucky’s body to the nearest chair and forced him to sit down, which only attracted more attention towards him, but that way he could remain still and far from tumbling scandals.

"Get him some coffee before he embarrasses himself even more." Rebecca told Sam, sternly.

As she kneeled sat next to her brother in order to pretend normality, Sam just gave her a look of disbelief. He didn’t think she could act so heartlessly before.

"You're a real sweetheart, you know that?" he threw her a sarcasm dagger, refusing to move.

"Believe it or not, I'm helping him.” She spat, looking around frantically in hopes no one was judging them, “Coffee, Samuel, please."

Sam took one last good look at Bucky before obeying the very persuasive sister. The drunken mess was avoiding all sorts of eye contact, and was almost pouting like a child. Wilson didn’t have much else to do but get himself to the kitchen, although reluctantly. At that moment, he hated everything; every person and light were getting under his skin, and even the sound of glasses clinking together pissed him off. Right before he reached the kitchen, the sound turned muffled, abandoned far away, and there was a sense of peace. Silence. And breaking through that silence, there was a sharp voice.

“I’m telling you, this is our chance.” The voice echoed from inside the kitchen.

It was unmistakably Rumlow’s. Of fucking course. The man was a goddamn ghost lurking around every room of the massive house. Sam was determined on turning back, until he heard another voice responding.

“Give me a few days-“

“I don’t have days to give you.”

It sounded like an altercation that had just recently began, right before it could get too heated.

“Is your lawyer not your personal bitch this time?” the other man accused Brock, “You not screwing him, too?”

“You want the money, right?”

The inciting question was followed by a tense pause. Therefore, Sam seized his chance and walked into the kitchen, hopefully being able to pretend he hadn’t heard any of it. He recognized the other man as uncle Milo, when the two angry men straightened themselves too quickly, in an attempt to dismiss their previous altercation.

Sam gave them an uninterested glance, “Am I interrupting?” he asked nonchalantly.

“What can we do for you, Samuel?” uncle Milo raised his voice with false friendliness.

“I’m just gonna make some coffee.” He replied, waltzing towards the busier side of the kitchen, further away from them.

Before he could even get a hold of the coffee maker, Rumlow’s forceful interruption made Sam stop in his tracks.

“Nicole can take care of that for you, right darling?” he called for the maid in a patronizing tone, “She’ll even pour it for you and everything.”

Sam glanced at the woman who was still putting the dishes away when it definitely was the end of her shift. It wasn’t just about Rumlow’s treatment of the staff, it was everything, from the way he put Sam in an uncomfortable situation, to the smirk on his face while doing so.

“No thank you, I got it.” Sam told the working lady.

“Actually, she’s got it,” Brock insisted, this time much more taunting, “that’s her job.”

Sam found himself cornered, and resigned, although not without showing his discontent. He pinched the bridge of his nose and agreed tiredly.

“Fine, uh… Can you just take it up to James’ room when you get the chance?” He forced a smile in Nicole’s direction, whom nodded politely, “Thank you.”

When he was leaving to return to Bucky, Sam took a turn on his heels at the last minute. His blood still boiling, he gave the two plotting men a small but clearly exaggerated reverence.

“Goodnight, Mr. Barnes.” He let uncle Milo know his anger wasn’t directed towards him, then spoke directly to Rumlow, “Fuck you, Brock.”

“Classy.” The appellee complained.

“You’re right.” He lied, then turned to the maid one more time, “Nicole, my apologies for such rudeness. On behalf of Mr. Rumlow, of course. I guess money can’t buy decency.”

After addressing that last insult to the obnoxious man, Wilson headed back to the cocktail gathering in order to retrieve his drunk friend.

#sam wilson/bucky barnes #sambucky fanfiction #sam x bucky #sambucky #fake dating au #sambucky au #sam/bucky #sam wilson x bucky barnes

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meganlpie · 4 years ago

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The Tale of Bucky Barnes -Final

Here it is(Finally)! The final part of my Medieval/Galavant AU! All Avengers belong to Marvel and all familiar plot lines belong to the creators of Galavant.

The Tale of Bucky Barnes masterlist

Warnings: Longer part this time. Duels, angst, drunkenness, FLUFF! And a little humor.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Preserum Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Brock Rumlow

No sooner was lunch finished did the kids all beg for more of the story. Sam sat back in his chair and let out a sigh of content. "Alright. Let's see…where were we?" Bucky spoke first, "Bucky and the princess finally admitted their love for one another." The children nodded and Tony continued, "And Bucky volunteered to be Tony's champion in the duel against Clint." Everyone else started speaking until Sam held up his hands. "Okay, okay! I got it. Now here's what happened next…"

The next day, everyone was pulled from the cells and outside to the arena where the duel would take place. Clint was already prepping. "Bucky?" you questioned. Bucky looked at you with a smile on his face. "Don't look so worried, Princess. I told you; I will win this for you. Then we can go anywhere we want." You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Good luck." Bucky entered the arena and prepared himself.

Tony and Brock were up in the royals box with Natasha. Tony looked worried while Natasha and Brock looked smug. You bit your lip in concern. You knew Bucky was good, but so was Clint. There was absolutely no predicting the outcome of this match. As both men readied themselves and Tony stood along with Brock to announce the start, you held your breath. Bucky and Clint took their stances and everyone was on the edge of their seats. You'd never felt so much tension in one place.

Just as Tony and his brother opened their mouths, another sound carried on the wind. The sounds of trumpets and galloping hooves. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around until the horses came into view. When you saw who was leading them, you breathed out an "Oh no."

"Hello, Y/N!" the young prince astride the horse called down. Bucky looked back at you in confusion. "You know this kid?" You nodded, feeling your face heat up. "Yes. That's Prince Peter. He's the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom and…my fiancé." Bucky nearly dropped his sword.

"WAIT A MINUTE! FIANCÉ?!" Steve cried, finally getting into the story. "No. No way. Steve did NOT just deal with all the nonsense between those two and witness them falling in love JUST to find out that she's got a fiancé!" You all stared at Steve for a minute. He closed his mouth and his ears turned bright red. "Easy, Cap. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation," you said. Sam nodded and continued on.

"Fiancé? He's a kid!" Steve exclaimed. "It was arranged by my parents. Believe me, I've been trying to get out of it for years." Bucky was still in shock. Why didn't you tell him you were betrothed? At least you were trying to get out of it. Yet another reason to save your life. Still, the admission had thrown him. He didn't even hear Tony announce that, in honor of the guests, the duel would be postponed until the next day.

Back in his cell, Bucky paced again. He tried to come up with a solution. And finally, he had one but he needed to talk to Tony. That was easy enough since he was representing the king in the duel. The guard took him to Tony's chambers after only slight hesitation. Then, Bucky managed to convince Tony down to the nearest tavern.

"How would you like to take back your kingdom without worrying about losing the duel?" Bucky asked. Tony arched a brow as he downed another whiskey. "The only way that can happen is if Brock dies." Bucky smirked and nodded. Tony's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean…?" Another nod and Tony's lips curled up in a smile. "You want to kill my brother?"

"It's the only way. We can sneak in tonight and kill him while he sleeps." Tony thought for a moment before he spoke again, "I'm going to need another drink or five if I'm going to do that." With a laugh, Bucky ordered another round. And another. And another. In fact, by the time the two left the tavern, they were both drunk.

Tony was not a quiet drunk. At all. The whole way back into the castle and down to the dungeons, he kept singing about how he was going to kill Brock. Bucky wasn't much better, but at least he was a little more quiet. "Bucky?" you asked. Bucky grinned lazily at you. "Hello, Princess. Gosh, you're pretty. And not just your face. Your brain. It's like your beautiful brain exploded all over your face."

"Are-Are you drunk?" you asked and Bucky nodded. "Yep. Man, I should have kissed you when I had the chance. But I knew that, once I did, I'd never stop. It would be one of those forever kisses." You shook your head fondly. Tony tried to whistle at Bucky, but ended up just spitting a little. "Welp, off to kill the king," Bucky announced as he grabbed Tony and pulled him from the dungeon. He didn't remember much after that.

"So did they do it? Did they kill Brock? And what about Prince Peter?" Your son asked. "Wait, who now?" another voice asked. You all turned to see Peter there. "Just in time, kid. You made your story debut in Wilson's adventure tale. Apparently, Prince Peter is engaged to Princess Y/N." Peter's face turned red.

"Uh, sorry Mrs. Barnes, but I don't like you like that." You let a laugh burst out of you. "That's alright, Peter. I'm pretty happily married." Bucky kissed your temple and Sam cleared his throat. "Can I continue?" You and Bucky both looked sheepish. Sam took a deep breath and pressed on.

Bucky woke in the cell with a splitting headache. "Oh…god," he groaned. "Serves you right," he heard. He looked over to see you smiling at him. "Oh god, what did I do? What did I say?" You licked your lips and bit back a giggle. "Well, you and Sleeping Beauty over there," you gestured to the cell on the other side of Bucky's where Tony was sleeping away and continued, "Tried to kill Brock. He caught you and threw you in here. You're both to be executed at sundown tonight."

Bucky shot up, suddenly a lot more sober than he had been. He'd failed. He had failed in everything he'd set out to do. He'd failed to "save" Natasha who hadn't even wanted to be saved. He failed to win your freedom. He'd failed in seizing his moment in the sun. He had failed.

"Hey," you cooed, "It will be alright." Bucky shook his head as he got up and made his way over to the bars separating you. "How can you be so sure?" You smiled sadly at him. "Because I know you, Bucky. I know that we'll find a way out of this. Together." Bucky grasped your hands and tried to return the smile.

Just then, the doors opened, causing you to jump. Bucky stiffened in place and Tony finally awoke at the sound. "W-What? Clint?" he questioned. You and Bucky looked more closely and, sure enough, it was Clint standing there with one hand on the hilt of his sword. After dismissing the guards, he grabbed the keys and unlocked the cells.

"You have to hurry," he said plainly, "The guards are stupid, but it won't take them long to learn Brock didn't summon them. There's a boat waiting for you on the shore behind the castle." Bucky's brows furrowed in confusion. What was going on here?

"Why are you helping us?" you voiced Bucky's unasked question. Clint flicked his gaze to Tony for a brief second. "Because I may be a dog, but I'm a loyal one. Tony's been my king and my…friend, for a long time. Get him out of here and keep him safe. That's all I want in return for letting you go. Now go. I'll take care of Brock and the guards."

Bucky went to work making sure everyone was ready to go while you stared at Clint. "Now why are you really letting us go?" Clint chuckled softly and smiled. "A story for another time, Princess. Go on." You said nothing more as Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you after him.

Your little group didn't stop moving until you reached the shore. Captain Banner nodded at you from one of the lifeboats. In the distance, his ship waited for her captain to return with his passengers. You assisted Bucky in getting everyone on board the boats until it was only the two of you left on the shore.

Bucky gently took your arms, making you face him. "Whatever happens next, we're in this together, Princess. You and me." You beamed up at him. "I promise. I love you, Bucky." Bucky pulled you a little closer, whispering that he loved you too. And, as the sun began to set, Bucky leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours in the kiss you had both been longing for.

"The end," Sam declared, earning cheers of joy from all around the room. "Best. Story. EVER!" Your son cried out. "It was pretty great," you agreed. You leaned your head on Bucky's shoulder with a sigh as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Murmurs of agreement washed over the room. Sam sat back in his seat with a triumphant smile on his face.

Once more, your youngest made her way over to Sam and sat next to him. "Uncle Sam?" He glanced down at her. She gaze at him with wide, innocent eyes. Before she even opened her mouth, Sam knew what was coming. "Can you tell it again?" Sam let out a laugh. "Sure thing. Way back in days of old, there was a legend told about a hero known as Bucky Barnes…"

(a/n: There you have it! It took forever, so I’ve decided to end it there. I don’t want to go another year without writing the next part.)

TToBB tags: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @thors-magic-hammer

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @esoltis280 @sdavid09

Marvel Tags: @jotink78 @iwillbeinmynest

Avengers Only Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace

#the tale of bucky barnes #final part #marvel #avengers #galavant au #medieval au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader

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empyreanwritings · 6 years ago

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Tender Surprises

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (biker!au)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, Brock Rumlow gets a well deserved punch in the face

Summary: On Bucky’s birthday, your son has a very important question to ask him. And it may just be the greatest gift anyone has ever given him.

Feedback is always welcomed and encouraged! (:

Bucky collapsed on the couch next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. You leaned up, giving him a light peck on the cheek before resting your head on his chest. It had been quite the day for both of you.

Today was Bucky's thirty-sixth birthday. You and your son, Tyler, had planned the whole day out for him to celebrate. It started with an early morning breakfast in bed; Tyler claimed he made most of it, but he couldn't work a toaster to save his life. Once breakfast finished, you packed up the car and headed to the beach. Bucky had told you weeks in advance that he didn't want to do anything too crazy for his birthday, so you agreed a family beach trip would be perfect. And it was.

You spent most of the time lounging in a beach chair with a book, while Tyler kept Bucky busy working on "the biggest hole in the universe." Even if Bucky denied it, you knew he was just as excited to see how deep they could dig together.

You stayed at the beach until the sun began to set. Tyler whined about not wanting to leave, but he passed out quickly on the drive back home. Bucky held your hand the entire ride home. The best of Journey played softly in the background. It was incredibly peaceful. You, yourself, could have fallen asleep right there, but you didn't want to make Bucky drive all the way home with no one to talk to.

But now that you were back home, it was time for presents, and Tyler was already bouncing off the walls again. He was excited to give Bucky the present he picked out.

"Before you open the box, you have to read this letter first!" Tyler handed him a haphazardly wrapped box with a piece of paper taped on top of it. The letter had been your idea. You thought it would be the perfect lead up to what his present was. "And read it out loud!"

Bucky carefully pulled the tape off of the paper and cleared his throat. "Dear Bucky, when we first met, I was seven years old. Mom and I had moved in across the street, and you were the scary biker guy that our real estate lady warned us about. Mom and I didn't believe her, by the way."

The sun was brutal today. There was not a single cloud in the sky to block it out, and it had been beating down on Bucky all day. His shirt stuck to his back, and he knew he was dripping with sweat, but he had to finish working on the motorcycle for one of his clients. They were paying him extra to get it done before the weekend. And he could never turn down money.

He groaned and pulled his shirt off, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Even with his hair up in a bun, sweat still managed to drip down into his eyes.

He really hated Florida sometimes.

"Are you in a gang?" Bucky's head snapped up in surprise at hearing a kid's voice.

A young boy stood on the other side of the motorcycle. His big brown eyes stared at Bucky curiously. There wasn't a sense of fear or worry about being so close to a stranger in them. Just idle curiosity.

"Where are your parents, kid?"

The young boy pointed to the house directly across the street from Bucky's. "My mom is making lunch right now. And my dad, well, he went to the store to buy milk. That was 4 years ago, so I think he might have gotten lost."

Bucky coughed, trying to hide the obvious shock that hit him. For a kid, he was very observant.

"We prefer to call it a club," Bucky chuckled. "We'd have to do a lot more illegal stuff to be considered a gang. I think we're pretty mild."

"Marcy said that my mom shouldn't move into our house because you and your gang sell drugs on the weekend."

"And what did your mom say about that?"

"She laughed and asked what kind of drugs you sell. She made a joke about brownies that Marcy didn't find amusing at all."

Bucky let out a loud laugh. Marcy had been a pain in his ass the day she started selling homes near his. She spread all sorts of rumors about him and his club to try and get the neighborhood to rally against him. Some days he'd be a pimp running an underground prostitution ring, and others he'd be a drug lord who kept sharks in his pool. It was ridiculous.

The locals knew The Winter Riders were a tame motorcycle club, though. They met at the VFW on Saturdays, played some pool and occasionally got rowdy if they had one too many drinks. Most of its members were veterans, and they didn't want to start any trouble if they didn't have to. Of course, they had been caught dealing a few beatings to well deserved men. Sometimes they'd get a little too handsy with the bar staff and needed a reminder on why they shouldn't do that. No one ever got arrested though; Bucky knew the right people down at the police department.

"Tyler, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?" You stood at the end of Bucky's driveway, your hands on your hips.

Tyler shrugged. "You said only to talk to strangers if they're a good person for you to have sex with."

Your eyes grew wide, and you could feel the embarrassment crashing down on you. Bucky bit his lip to keep himself from laughing and looked over at you. He raised his eyebrows in amusement, but you weren't looking at him. You were trying to look at anything but him.

"I said that as a joke!" You groaned. "Just. . .get inside. I have a surprise for you on the table!"

"Is it an Xbox?" Tyler gasped.

You gasped as well, keeping a huge smile on your face, and placed your hands on your knees so you were eye level with him. "No! It's your overdue homework that you need to turn in tomorrow!"

The smile on Tyler's face dropped, and he grumbled a quick goodbye to Bucky before storming off into the house. Your relationship with your son intrigued Bucky. You didn't seem upset by the sex candidate comment. Embarrassed, but not upset. Most parents wouldn't even let their kids know what sex was before the age of eighteen.

"Sorry about that," you apologized. "He and I have an open communication policy. I don't hide anything from him, and he doesn't hide anything from me. Apparently, that bites me in the ass sometimes."

"It's okay, really. He seems like a great kid."

Bucky used his shirt to wipe the grease from his hands and stood up. You eyed his shirtless body, trying not to make it obvious that you were loving the sight of his tattoos. He walked over to you and held his hand out, which you gladly shook.

"I'm James, by the way. Most of my friends call me Bucky." He flashed you a smile that had your heart stop in your chest.

Oh boy was he going to be trouble for you.

"Y/N. I don't have a nickname as interesting as yours," you said as you turned to head back to your house. "I should get back inside and make sure he's actually doing his homework. It was nice to meet you, Bucky."

"It was nice to meet you too."

Bucky smiled at the memory of meeting you and Tyler. He never would have expected that encounter to change his life. He couldn't even believe six years had passed since that day. Time sure did fly by.

"I knew you were going to be in our lives for a long time when mom came back smiling that day," Bucky continued. He glanced down at you, but you hid your face against his chest to keep him from seeing the cheesy smile on your face.

"There are a lot of moments that I appreciate, so I'm just going to list off the ones I enjoyed the most. One: the day you let me ride on the motorcycle with you. Two: the fishing trip with you, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Steve where you ended up tipping your canoe. Three: that one time I found the naughty video of you and mom, and you paid me not to tell anyone."

You jolted up and glared over at Bucky. You knew about the video - you had been the one to suggest you tape it - but you didn't know that Tyler stumbled upon it! Bucky's face turned red, and he kept his focus on the paper in his hands. He really didn't want to see the death glare you were giving him.

In his defense, you labelling it as a kid's show in hopes of disguising it was probably not the best idea.

"Four: the day you took me out for ice cream and asked for my permission to marry mom. And five: the day you punched my real-but-not-real father in the face."

Sam and Steve were sat on Bucky's couch, laughing about something that happened with Clint at the VFW last night. They hadn't gotten to the full story yet because they were laughing too hard. Whatever it was, Bucky hoped they got it on video. If it was as funny as they were making it seem, he wanted to see it for himself.

Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell going off repeatedly. Bucky sat up and tried to see who was at the door through the window but couldn't see anybody. When the doorbells went unanswered, the person on the other side began knocking.

"Just a sec! I'm coming!" Bucky shouted as he walked over to the door.

When he swung it open, his gaze fell to Tyler, who's chest was heaving up and down like he had just ran over here. His eyes were wide with terror. Bucky had never seen him like this before, and he suddenly felt terrified about what the kid was going to tell him.

"My," Tyler paused and tried to catch his breath, "My dad. My dad is here. He's fighting with my mom."

As soon as he said this, Bucky heard you shouting from your driveway. He couldn't make out what was being said, but he saw the way your ex was towering over you - trying to intimidate you. Anger bubbled inside of his chest. He was going to end up doing something he'd regret later, but it'd be worth it.

"You want us to come with you, Buck?" Steve asked as he helped Tyler through the door.

Bucky shook his head. "No. You and Sam watch Ty. I've got to take care of this myself."

He gave Tyler a comforting look before stomping down the driveway. As he got closer, he could finally hear what you two were yelling about.

"I have a right to see my kid, Y/N!" Brock shouted, pointing towards the house. He obviously didn't know Tyler already took off to Bucky's house.

You scoffed. "You haven't tried seeing him or speaking to him since he was a toddler! He doesn't even really know you! And in case you don't remember, you signed away your rights when you decided to move in with your eighteen-year-old secretary and realized you didn't want to pay child support!"

Brock shot his hand out and gripped onto your arm, eliciting a small whimper from you. His grip was so tight, you could feel his fingernails starting to break your skin.

"Do not talk to me like that again, you bitch. I deserve to see my son, and I don't care what I hav-"

His threat was cut off by Bucky slamming his fist into his jaw. You gasped. In the year that you had known Bucky, you had never seen him act violently towards anyone. It had caught you by surprise, but you didn't mind. Brock deserved getting socked in the face. He was a dick.

Bucky pulled Brock up by the collar of his shirt and pressed his back against his fancy SUV. You thought Brock was going to fight back, but he just stayed limp in Bucky's grip. You should have felt bad for him, or at the very least pretended to, but you didn't have the energy to muster up that much face emotion.

"Don't ever put your hands on her again, you got that?" Bucky growled. "She's told me enough about you, and I will not hesitate to knock your teeth out if I even see you look in her direction right now."

"But she-"

"Is a vital part of this town. As soon as everyone hears about what you did, you're never going to be welcome here again. So, do yourself a favor and get lost, pal. And don't come back. Tyler doesn't want you in his life, he's got a new family now, and you didn't make the cut to be in it."

Bucky shoved him backwards and stepped in front of you, making sure you were shielded if Brock tried anything stupid. He was probably trying to debate whether taking Bucky on would be worth it or not. Brock was just as fit as Bucky, but the look in Bucky's eye warned him not to try it.

You both watched in amusement as he scrambled into his SUV and took off down the road. Bucky turned to ask if you were okay, but he was cut off by your lips pressing against his.

You quickly pulled away and slapped your hand over your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that, but I-"

Bucky gently wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck and pulled your lips back onto his. You melted into the kiss almost instantly. He felt the little sigh you let out and knew you were okay with this. It had caught you both by surprise, but boy was it worth it.

That day changed your lives, literally, forever. You and Bucky started dating after that day, and Tyler had been in complete awe of him. He looked up to him. He constantly told other kid's in his class that Bucky was secretly a superhero who saved his mom.

Brock stayed away after that. You weren't sure what sparked his sudden interest in wanting to get to know Tyler, but the pit in your stomach when you saw him told you that it couldn't be for good reasons. You figured since it was around tax time, he was going to try and claim Tyler as a dependent to get more money. Tax fraud was something you wouldn't be surprised about him doing.

Bucky took a deep breath. He could already feel the lump in his throat starting to form. He didn't want to get emotional, but the kid knew how to pull at a man's heartstrings.

"You have been in my life for six years now and married to mom for three of those. You have spent those years showing me how a real dad treats his son. You're open and honest, even when I ask uncomfortable questions. Like that time I asked about the scars hidden under your tattoos. You never yell or hit me. You're only grumpy in the morning when you haven't had your cup of coffee. You also love me. You show it- you show it-" Bucky sniffled and covered his face with the letter. A few tears fell from his eyes as he let out a shaky breath.

Reading this was a lot harder than he expected it to be.

You smiled up at your husband and gave his shoulder a comforting rub. Tears were already prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you were trying to keep it together for him.

"You show it in more ways than one. You show it when you leave cool drawings in my lunch box. You show it by reminding me to put on my seatbelt or tighten the straps on my helmet, if we're riding the motorcycle. You always make sure to tell me you love me, too. You say that it's important for us guys to be comfortable with showing emotion, so you always make sure I know that."

Bucky reached over and pulled Tyler close to him. He placed a tender kiss on the top of his head before continuing with the letter.

"I'm running out of time and my teacher is glaring at me, so I think she knows I'm not doing my vocabulary work. Do you remember the time I first called you "dad"? It had been an accident, but I'm not sure if I wanted to take it back."

It was just a few days after Tyler's ninth birthday. You had been putting so much work into making sure it was perfect that you were still exhausted. Since it was your day off, Bucky offered to watch Tyler while you caught up on your sleep. You did not need to be told twice.

Tyler had gotten home from school and was working on his homework in the living room. Books were spread out over the coffee table, and Bucky occasionally heard a grumbled complaint from him about how stupid math was. He thought about explaining the importance of math but decided to stay quiet in fear of distracting him.

Tyler was too good at getting Bucky to rabbit trail and turn a five-minute story into a thirty minute one.

"What's the Py-thag-o-ree-in thee-o-rum?" He asked, looking up at Bucky in desperation.

"It helps you find the slanty edge, also called a hypotenuse, of a right-angled triangle," Bucky explained. "It's A squared plus B squared equals C squared."

"Oh. Okay! Thanks, dad."

The word made both of them freeze in their spots. It had felt so natural to be called dad, but he never expected Tyler to actually say it. It wasn't a bad thing at all - just very unexpected.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I don't know why I said that. That was stupid."

Bucky shifted off of the couch and took a seat next to him on the floor. "Woah, hey, no. I don't want you to be sorry for that. I know me and your mom aren't married yet, but I consider you to be my son. You don't have to call me dad if you don't want to, but you can. I'm not going to get upset by that. You call me whatever you're comfortable with."

Tyler nodded slowly and returned to his homework. He didn't press on the issue anymore after that. Bucky knew that when the time was right, he could talk about it again. All he needed was a little bit of reassurance.

"I knew that day you were my real dad. I spent a lot of time talking to mom about it, and we both agreed that it was time to make it official. Will you adopt me?"

Bucky reread the last part more than once. His hands shook as he did, and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing now. Tyler wanted to be adopted by him. He couldn't believe it.

You gently took the letter from his hands and placed it on the coffee table. You gestured him to open the box in his lap. No words felt good enough to say right now, so you stayed quiet, but your heart was bursting with joy.

Bucky opened the box and saw the stack of papers that were waiting for him. It was all the paperwork that was required to go through with the adoption. Everything was already filled out, though. All it needed was Bucky's signature.

He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, a strangled sob escaping his lips. Tyler looked over at you, worried that Bucky didn't want to do it, but you gave him a reassuring smile.

He's crying because he's happy, you mouthed to him. He nodded in understanding.

"C'mere," Bucky cried as he pulled Tyler into a bone-crushing hug. "Yes, yes I will adopt you. Are you kidding me? This is the best birthday present anyone could ever give me, kid."

And it was. It really, really was.

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kittenjedi · 8 years ago

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Ashes of the Heart - Chapter 1

MCU mail order bride AU set in the USA circa 1873

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers fought in the war, and were finally able to buy and build up their own ranch. They are more than just friends, they are partners in nearly every sense of the word. Bucky is perfectly fine with how things have been going between them, until Steve surprises him one day by putting out an ad for a mail order bride, saying it is high time to settle down. After all, to build an empire, you need someone to pass it on to. Will Bucky and Steve be able to switch back to being just friends, or will their not-so-secret relationship come out into the open? Will Steve be able to save his fledgling marriage if it does? What will happen to them when it turns out Steve's bride is more than she appears and winds up bringing trouble to Texas and the cozy community of Amaranto Springs?

Also posted to AO3 under KittenJedi

Chapter One In which we meet our leading lady, and the seeds of an idea are planted.

Runa took a deep breath and rapped lightly on the bedroom door, the same way she had done every Monday since she was twelve and had started work for the Rumlow family. There was no answer to her knock, not even a muffled grunt to tell her to return later, so she opened the door slowly and stepped inside. One look at the unmade bed told her that it was unoccupied, so she let out a breath that was not quite a sigh of relief before stepping into the room and heading towards the bed so she could strip it and take the linens down for washing.

She was bent over the bed and in the process of bundling all the linens together when she heard the door shut quietly behind her. She paused only a moment, closing her eyes and cursing her luck, before resuming her work.

“Well well well… Little Runa in my bedroom.” The rich, masculine voice came out as something akin to a purr. There was power in that voice, Runa knew. It always made her stomach do a little flip and put a slight tremor in her bones to hear him speak. From dread or eager anticipation, she was never able to tell. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Runa forced herself to sound cheery and businesslike, even if she felt anything but. “It’s Monday morning, Mister Brock. Wash day. I’m here for the bed linens, just like every other week.”

She could hear the tread of his feet, slightly muffled on the carpeted floor, as he approached her. “So proper. Nothing but business.” He tsked. “Working day and night… I remember when you used to be fun.”

Her cheeks blazed crimson at that, but she focused on the task at hand and finished bundling up the rest of the linens before taking them into her arms and standing. “That was a long time ago, Mister Brock.”

“Not all that long. Only… What, five years?” She turned around and faced him. He was tall and well built, and very handsome. Almost devastatingly handsome, at least according to the novels she snuck from the library and read in her limited leisure time. She tried not to notice his perfectly barbered black hair, strong jawline, and swarthy skin, but they were attributes that were difficult for her to ignore.

She recalled her friend Iris’ words, and was able to use them to banish memories and attraction to him, at least temporarily. He’s more of a frog than a prince.

Runa managed to smile once more, her well-practiced professional smile, one that she saved for the Master, the Mistress, their son Brock, and any guests who came to the house that she had to interact with. “Five years is plenty of time for a person to change, Mister Brock.”

He grinned at her. “Particularly when chastised by my father. But you’ll be twenty-one this year. Things will change then.”

Runa’s smile slipped slightly in her confusion, and Brock’s grin only stretched wider, before he stepped aside, giving her a clear path to the door. “Thank you, Mister Brock.” She said quietly, before moving past him, still carrying the bundled-up linens. She paused at the door to open it, and jumped slightly when she felt his hand on her bottom, the sensation somewhat muffled by her petticoats, but it was enough to make her jump slightly, and heat to burn in her cheeks. “Mister Brock, that is highly inappropriate.” She managed as she finally managed to wrench the door open.

He laughed behind her. “Until later, little Runa.”

She hurried down the hall and down the back steps, taking his linens to the wash room with the rest, before fetching clean linens and remaking the beds in all the rooms, relieved that Brock was no longer in his. Then she went back downstairs and started in on the thankless chore of doing the Rumlow family’s washing. She hated laundry day with a passion, only because Missus Rumlow would dock her pay and order her to have nothing more than leftover bread and water for supper if she made a single mistake. And there were so blasted many things to remember when doing the wash. Missus Rumlow was a peacock and dressed in fine gowns in many colors, gowns in which the dye wasn’t fixed. Not like the sturdy fabrics that Runa and the other household servants wore. Runa had to remember which colors needed soda water or vinegar to keep them from running, which fabrics couldn’t stand up to hard scrubbing. She always did the linens first, because those were easy, although cumbersome.

Once everything was washed and hung up to dry, she headed back into the house, all but collapsing into her seat at the small kitchen table where the servants (all four of them) took their meals. Iris Pendragon, the cook, who was only eight years older than Runa, smiled when Runa let out an exhausted sigh.

“Busy morning?” She asked as she put the finishing touches on the dishes Runa would soon be carrying to the dining room for the Rumlows’ lunch.

“Of course. It’s Monday. Laundry day.” Runa grimaced at that.

“I don’t know how you manage that mountain every week, or how one family can produce that much laundry.” Irish shook her head. “Up for another cooking lesson tonight?”

“If duties permit.” Runa agreed with a slight smile. Iris had been teaching her to cook for years as best she could around their work schedules. Missus Rumlow was aware of the arrangement, and had agreed that the lessons could continue as long as neither of their work suffered, and they were not wasteful.

“That goes without saying, of course. Polly says that Missus Rumlow is on the warpath today. Mister Rumlow is having her plan Mister Brock’s wedding, it seems.”

Runa sat up straight, shocked. “They’re finally marrying him off? But… Shouldn’t his fiancée’s family be doing the planning?”

“From what Polly gathered, the girl has no female relatives to help her, so it’s down to Missus Rumlow.”

“Do we know who it is?” Runa asked, racking her brain to try and remember if there had been any young ladies visiting the house recently, or if there had been any gossip about Brock with a particular woman.

“No clue. Polly says they only said ‘the girl’ when they were talking about her. Whoever it is, Missus Rumlow does not approve in the slightest.”

That was when the butler, Titus Blake, entered the kitchen. He was carrying a stack of newspapers, which they would go through to see if there was anything they wanted to read before they were reused somehow or disposed of. He sighed, having overheared Iris.

“Miss Pendragon, if you are going to gossip could you please do it a little more quietly?” He set the papers on the table by where Runa was sitting. “We don’t need the Rumlows overhearing you. Despite your skill behind a stove, gossip about the family might lead to you being terminated.”

“They would never!” Runa protested. “Iris is too good of a cook for them to let her go over a little bit of gossip. And besides, this gossip affects us! We need to know if Mister Brock will be bringing his bride here, or if he’ll be setting up a new household.” She hoped he would be setting up a new household. A new household, with new servants, so she did not have to deal with him and his flirtations so frequently.

“Or if it turns out to be someone we can’t stand.” Iris agreed as Runa reached to pull the papers closer, flipping through them. She stared at one paper, before pulling it from the small stack.

“The Matrimonial Times? Where did this come from?” Runa wondered aloud.

“Probably delivered to the wrong house.” Titus reasoned. “Missus Rumlow gave it to me to dispose of.” He moved to look down at the paper, Iris hurrying over to look at it as well. She plucked the newspaper right out of Runa’s hands, looking it over.

“Well then it was misdelivered a while ago, it’s over a week old. Oh! Listen to this one! ‘Texas Rancher, thirty-one, seeking Christian woman to marry. Women between ages nineteen to twenty-five preferred. Must be able and willing to cook and clean for entire ranch. Interested parties please respond to Bluestone Ranch, Amaranto Springs, Texas.’” Iris shook her head. “This man isn’t looking for a wife, he just wants a cook and a housekeeper.”

“There is nothing about himself there.” Runa frowned. “I feel sorry for whoever answers that advertisement. But at least he is seeking correspondence first.”

“You should look through the paper, Runa. Think about answering an ad.” Titus suggested. Runa gaped at him.

“What? You think I should answer that ad?”

“Not that one.” Titus hastened, “But… Find an ad you like, and try answering that one. You’ve been working for the Rumlows since you were twelve.”

“They took me in after Uncle Lars died. They pay me a very good wage, with room and board.” Runa countered.

Titus sighed. “Runa, there is nothing wrong with life in service, but that is not what your parents wanted for you.” He would know, as he had been employed by her family before coming to work for the Rumlows. “They wanted you to have a family of your own.”

“And you’re not going to find that if you spend all your time working in this house.” Iris added. “Take the paper and read over the ads.” She urged, offering the paper to Runa, who took it somewhat uncertainly.

“I’ll think about it.” Runa promised, looking down at the paper before looking up at Titus. Iris was her closest friend, but Titus had been a constant in her life. He had worked for her father since before he had married, and when Runa’s parents had died her uncle had hired him on and promoted him to the position of butler so that Runa would have another familiar person around her. The night of the fire that took her uncle’s life, Titus had been the one to carry her out of the burning building. He had injured himself trying to go back for her uncle and his friend, but he hadn’t been able to save them. The Rumlows had hired him on as their butler a year afterwards when their butler was ready to retire, and Runa had been absolutely elated to learn that he would be working with her. Now, years later, she valued his opinion and advice over anyone else’s. “Do you really think this is what I should do?”

He smiled at her. “I do.” His smile faded, and he became business like as he saw the clock. “I’ll go call the family to lunch. Runa, begin bringing the serving platters to the dining room in ten minutes.” Runa smiled slightly, “Yes, Mister Blake.” She said, back to business. “I’ll just take a moment to put this paper in my room.”

“Be quick. We don’t want the meal to be late.” He warned.

“Yes, sir.”

#ashes of the heart #aoth #mcu #marvel au #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #chapter one #runa #brock rumlow #agent blake #mail order bride

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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Loved and Lost

Fandom: Marvel (Royalty AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: hiii! Can you do an angsty AU where Queen hears rumors that her husband King!Bucky has a mistress or plans on having one ?

A/N: it’s angst and fluff because i’m in such a good mood rn. i dont wanna kill it with writing 100% angst...hope that’s okay, anon!

The words had your heart racing. James, your James, your Bucky, was having an affair with Lady Dolores “Dot” Williams. You overheard her speaking with her friends at last night’s gala and ever since then, your heart and mind were at war with each other.

For several years now, you and Bucky have been together. Before he was king, he was a young lively prince with whom you were friends with and had eventually fallen in love with. It was a match made in heaven with you two. You completed each other. You were two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. You were in love then and still were now...at least that’s what you thought.

It all makes sense now. His late nights, his excuses. He hadn’t touched you intimately for months nor has his kisses been filled with passion like before. You were losing him. Your love, your king, your Bucky didn’t love you anymore. And it broke your heart.

Duke Steven, Bucky’s best friend, was the first to notice a change in you. You weren’t as attentive nor playful. Your smiles never reached your eyes and you laugh lacked feeling. Something was wrong and he wanted to know what.

“My Queen, may I speak with you privately?” he asked after everyone was dismissed after lunch. You nodded and led him to the gardens, your place of solace.

“Is there something wrong, Steve?”

“Well, I was gonna ask you that. You seem...different.”

You looked at him with a curious gaze, “Different?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but you just seem so...unhappy.”

You nod, “I am. I...at the gala, I overheard Lady Dolores speaking with her friends and...”, you let out a sob. You covered your mouth, muffling your cries. Steve pulled you into a hug and against his chest, you cried, “She said her and Bucky have been intimate.”

Steve pulls you back to look at you, “What?”

You nod, wiping the tears from your eyes, “She said her and Bucky have been secret rendezvous and it makes sense! He’s been coming to bed late, he seems so out of it when we’re together, he hasn’t touched me for so long. I’ve lost him, Steve! “

Steve shook his head, “I don’t-this-this doesn’t make any sense.”

“Doll?” you tense when you hear Bucky’s voice. You look behind Steve to see that he’s standing there with a confused expression on his face. He sees your distress and immediately rushes up to you, “What is it? What’s wrong?” he takes a hold of your hands, but you pry them out of his grasp.

You cried even more, “Leave me alone, James!”

“I won’t! My wife is upset, why would I-”

“Bucky?” You and Bucky stop and turn to see Dot standing there. The sun is beaming right on her and a glint of silver reaches your eyes.

Your eyes narrow and focus on the piece of jewelry set around her neck. It is-no...it can’t be. Dot runs a finger along it and it confirms your suspicions. It’s the locket. Your locket. The locket that Bucky gave to you the day he confessed his love. The locket that belonged to his mother and grandmother before you. The locket that Bucky claimed that he sent away to get cleaned.

You shake your head, looking at Bucky with red, watery eyes, “How could you?” You immediately run through the gardens, entering the hedge maze, Bucky’s calls for you falling deaf upon your ears.

Bucky marched up to Dot, fuming, “Why are you still here?! I told you to leave!” his eyes go to her neck to see the locket that should be around your neck, “And where the hell did you that?!”

She glances at it innocently, “Oh this? Just happened to slip into my possessions.”

Bucky grabbed the necklace, yanking it from her neck, breaking the lock, “You stole it, no doubt! This locket is a family heirloom and belongs to Y/N, my wife, and the Queen!”

Dot scoffs, “Bucky, please, you and I both know Y/N’s not really who you love. She’s not really the one who was made to be Queen. I was.” she says with a smirk.

Bucky’s hands roll up into tight fists, “You listen to me and you listen to me good, Dot, what we had when we were teenagers is done. It was done the moment I found out you cheated on me with Brock Rumlow.”

Dot rolled her eyes, “Brock was a mistake and,” she runs her hands over his shoulders, “it’s you who I’m meant to be with. It’s always you.”

Bucky steps away completely confused and disgusted, “You’re delusional! What we had isn’t and never will be as special and beautiful as what Y/N and I have! Get that into your thick skull, Dolores!” he turns to Steve, who’s surprisingly still there, “Steve, get the guards to escort her off palace grounds. I never want her to step foot here again.”

“Okay, but what’re you gonna do?”

“I gotta find my love,” Bucky mumbles as he drops the locket into his pocket and goes running into the maze.

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You don’t even remember where you’ve been or where you’re headed to. Your mind is so clouded by heartbreak and your vision is so blurred, you can’t properly make it out of the maze. Why did you decide to run in there?

Hitting another dead end, you drop to your knees with a heart broken sob. It was over. Whatever you and Bucky had was gone. You curled up into a ball, not caring about getting yourself dirty. You just wanted all of this to be a bad dream.

In the distance, you can hear the muffled cries of Bucky calling your name, “C’mon, sweetheart! Talk to me! Where are you?!” You cover your ears, wanting to block him out, wanting to block everything out.

You continued to sob in your curled up state. The pain that you were feeling was something you’ve never experienced before. You hated it.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been crying or how long you’ve been at the same spot, but Bucky found you eventually.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” he scooped you into his arms, “Ssshhh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, “Why’re you here?” you looked at him with a pained expression.

His brows furrowed, “Where else would I be?”

“With Dot, obviously,” you said with distaste, “She’s your new love, after all.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“You gave her the locket. The locket that you said represents your never-ending love.”

He shook his head, “She stole the locket. She must’ve gotten a hold of it while it was coming back from the cleaning. Y/N, doll, what’s this all about? Are you upset with me?”

You looked down into your lap as Bucky continued to hold you, “I heard Dot tell her friends that you and she were having an affair. She was going into detail about your sexual exploits and...is it true?” you look up at him with heartbroken fear in your eyes, “Are you and Dot together again?”

Bucky shook his head, “No, absolutely not.”

“Are you seeing anyone behind my back?”

“No, sweetheart. There’s been no one, but you.”

“Then why are you in bed so late? Why do you keep making up excuses to leave me? Why haven’t we had sex in months?”

Bucky groans, realizing how all of this makes him look bad, “Y/N, I’ve been busy planning something.”

“Planning what?”

“I can’t tell you ‘cause it’s a surprise, but I promise you, that’s why I haven’t been around lately. What I’ve been doing on top of my royal duties has been keeping me busy and completely exhausted. And I’m sorry that they’ve gotten in the way of me showing my love and affection to you.”

You reach up and stroke Bucky’s chin, “So you still love me?”

He softly smiles down at you, “Irrevocably so, doll. I’m sorry I haven’t shown it lately.”

You give out a relieved sigh, “I forgive you and I’m sorry for doubting your love for me.”

“I completely understand where you’re coming from, Y/N. And believe me when I say that Dot is no longer welcome to the palace. She’s been a pain in my side for too long.”

You nuzzle your face into Bucky’s neck, “Good, because you’re mine and mine alone.”

He chuckles, tightening his hold on you, “Forever yours, my love.”

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A few weeks later

“Okay, when I say three, you can open your eyes. Got it, doll?”

“Got it. Now hurry up!” you say excitedly.

“Alright! Alright! One...two...three!”

You open your eyes and you gasp at the room around you. It was decorated like a room straight out from a Disney movie. In the middle, sat a crib and you froze.

“Wait a minute.”

Bucky shrugged, giving you a sheepish grin, “I may have read your letter from Doctor Cho.”

You frowned, “I was going to tell you.”

Bucky moved behind you and wrapped his arms around your form, his hands resting on your stomach, “I know, but I wanted to beat you to it.”

“This amazing, Bucky, and I think our little prince or princess will love it.” your hands resting on top of Bucky’s that rested atop the small bump that was the proof of yours and Bucky’s undying love for each other.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #royalty au #au #marvel

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