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ladysif8 · 28 days ago

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Moments Worth Savoring

•Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes •Rating: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Boys In Love, Engaged Bucky and Steve, Thanksgiving, Bucky Is So Stressed, Steve Is Just Trying To Survive, Avengers, Avengers Family, Found Family, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Avengers. •Summary: Bucky Barnes takes on the challenge of hosting his first-ever Thanksgiving with every Avenger gathered under one roof. Determined to make it a day to remember, Bucky dives headfirst into planning, cooking, and keeping the chaos at bay.

Steve sat at the kitchen island, pen poised over a notepad as Bucky rummaged through the walk-in pantry. The sound of clinking jars, rustling bags, and the occasional muttered curse filled the air, creating an atmosphere somewhere between controlled chaos and impending disaster.

"Flour... sugar... vanilla extract... wait, do we have cinnamon?" Bucky called out, his voice muffled by the pantry's shelves.

Steve glanced up from the notepad, his expression amused but patient. "You're the one in the pantry, Buck. Pretty sure it's in there somewhere."

"Right, cinnamon..." Bucky muttered, his tone distracted. After a brief pause, his voice rose with triumph. "Got it! Okay, uh... baking powder..."

Steve sighed, shifting in his chair and tapping the pen against the notepad. "You know, Buck, we're cutting it a little close here. Why'd you wait until the last minute to get this done?"

Bucky popped his head out of the pantry, a jar of cloves in one hand and an apologetic look on his face. "I forgot, okay?"

Steve blinked, his eyebrows lifting as he slowly lowered the pen. "You... forgot?"

"Yes, I forgot!" Bucky huffed, ducking back into the pantry. The sound of cans clattering and bags crinkling punctuated his frustration.

"You forgot we're hosting Thanksgiving," Steve repeated, his tone laced with mild disbelief but softened by familiarity. "The dinner you've been talking about for weeks?"

"I've been busy!" Bucky shot back, his voice slightly muffled as he rearranged what sounded like an avalanche of pantry items. "Between consulting with the Avengers, therapy, and, oh yeah, planning our wedding, Thanksgiving kinda snuck up on me, okay?"

Steve raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "So what I'm hearing is you overcommitted. Again."

Bucky emerged from the pantry, arms loaded with an assortment of cans. His face was a mix of sheepishness and exasperation. "Don't start, Steven." He dropped the cans onto the counter with a dull thud and waved a hand toward the pantry. "Just help me make sure we have everything, all right?"

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head as he jotted down "cinnamon" and "baking powder" on the notepad. "Fine. But next year, we're making this list before the week of Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky muttered, brushing past him to grab yet another bag of flour. He paused halfway and called over his shoulder, "Add wine to the list. Lots of it."

Steve glanced up, the corners of his mouth twitching. "For the guests or for us?"

Bucky's reply came from deep within the pantry, his voice edged with dry humor. "Both. But mostly us."

Steve laughed, shaking his head as he added "wine" to the notepad. His gaze lingered on the growing list, the weight of hosting a major holiday starting to settle in. "You know, Buck, you're lucky I love you."

"I know," Bucky called out without missing a beat. "That's why you're marrying me."

Steve's smirk softened into a fond smile as he leaned back in his chair. "Damn right, I am. Hey, what do you need for that pie crust you make?"

"Already got it covered!" Bucky shouted, his voice carrying with surprising confidence. A moment later, his tone turned playfully accusatory. "And maybe keep your hands off the scraps this year until I'm actually done baking, huh?"

Steve pushed himself up from the chair, grinning as he stepped closer to the pantry. "No promises, Buck. You make good scraps."

Bucky peeked out, holding a bag of sugar in one hand and pointing an accusing finger with the other. "You're worse than Sam with snacks, Rogers."

Steve laughed, leaning casually against the pantry doorframe. "Guilty as charged. But you know you love me for it."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but the slight twitch of a smile betrayed him. "Yeah, yeah. Now, make yourself useful and add eggs to the list."

The grocery store buzzed with the chaotic energy only the week before Thanksgiving could summon. Families maneuvered overflowing carts through crowded aisles, kids darted around displays of canned pumpkin-like little whirlwinds, and shoppers whispered hurried debates over which brand of cranberry sauce to grab. In the middle of it all, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were impossible to ignore, their presence drawing glances as they navigated their carts through the madness with practiced ease.

Bucky shoved their second cart down the aisle, his movements a little more forceful than necessary, and grumbled under his breath. "You'd think it was still 1943, the way people are staring," he muttered. "It's 2024, and people act like they've never seen a gay couple before."

Steve, walking beside him with his own cart piled just as high, chuckled under his breath. "I don't think it's the gay thing, baby," he said, his tone warm with amusement. He gestured toward their two carts, each stacked so precariously high with food that it was more of a balancing act than a grocery haul. "I think it's the sheer amount of this stuff. We look like we're prepping for a food shortage."

Bucky glanced back at the precarious towers of groceries and shrugged, unbothered. "It's Thanksgiving. This is normal."

Steve arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Normal? Three turkeys? Two hams? And, seriously, how much butter do we actually need?" He reached into Bucky's cart and held up one of the comically oversized packs of butter. "What are you planning, Buck? A holiday feast or a bake-off?"

Bucky snorted and waved him off, pausing to toss three large bags of apples onto his already precarious mountain of goods. "I kind of am feeding an army," he replied, ticking names off on his fingers. "Clint, Laura, and the kids. Natasha. Sam, Sarah, and the boys. Bruce and Betty. Thor and Jane. Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Rhodey. Scott, Hope, and Cassie..." He trailed off, furrowing his brow. "Oh, and us, obviously."

Steve stopped walking, planting his hands on his hips as he stared at Bucky in disbelief. "You invited that many people? What is this, Thanksgiving dinner or a UN summit?"

Bucky smirked, completely unfazed by the question. "Maybe both. You want to grab a bag of lemons, or are you too busy giving me grief?"

Steve sighed, shaking his head, but dutifully reached for the lemons, tossing them into the cart. "Buck, if I add one more thing to these carts, we're going to need a forklift to get them to the truck." He gestured toward the teetering piles. "Are you sure we don't need to rent out a banquet hall? Because there's no way the kitchen has enough counter space for all this."

"I've got it under control," Bucky replied, though the slight edge in his voice hinted at forced confidence. "We're hosting at the property, remember?"

The property, as they called it, was a sprawling stretch of land they'd bought together on the outskirts of Beacon, New York. What had once been a rundown cabin now stood as a beautifully renovated home—a labor of love that doubled as the perfect gathering spot for their extended family of friends.

Bucky steered his cart around a family gawking openly at them, leaning toward Steve with a muttered aside. "See? Gay stares."

Steve snorted, a grin tugging at his lips as he grabbed a container of cinnamon sticks from a nearby shelf. "No, Buck. They're staring at us—because we look ridiculous. You've got two carts stacked so high it's a miracle we haven't lost half this haul in a landslide."

Bucky shrugged, completely unfazed, as he turned into the baking aisle. "Ridiculous or not, at least I know everyone's getting fed. That's what matters."

Trailing after him, Steve shook his head, though his smirk softened into something more affectionate. He reached out to steady a precariously balanced sack of flour on Bucky's cart. "For a guy who spent decades trying to keep a low profile, you sure know how to put on a show when you want to."

"Hey, Thanksgiving's important," Bucky replied, grabbing another bag of sugar as if to prove his point.

Steve chuckled, adding a pack of marshmallows to his own cart. "Apparently, so is feeding everyone for the next month."

"That's the spirit," Bucky quipped, flashing a grin over his shoulder.

As they turned toward the checkout, Steve trailed a few steps behind, watching Bucky with an amused shake of his head. For all the chaos, he couldn't deny that his fiancé's determination to make the holiday perfect for everyone was one of the many reasons he loved him.

Thanksgiving Day

The kitchen was a whirlwind of chaos. Steam billowed from pots on the stovetop, fogging up the windows and adding a damp warmth to the room. The rich aroma of roasting turkey and ham mingled with the sharp tang of cranberry sauce bubbling on the back burner. The sound of Bucky's metal arm clanking against the counter punctuated his hurried movements, a frantic rhythm to match his scattered thoughts.

He was everywhere at once—mashing potatoes with enough force to pulverize them into paste, stirring green bean casserole with his human hand, and spinning back around to check the timer on the oven every few seconds, muttering under his breath about not having enough time.

The double ovens were crammed to capacity, one stuffed with two enormous turkeys, golden skin crackling as they roasted, and the other with a ham, its honey glaze caramelizing into sticky perfection. Through the frost-touched window, wisps of smoke curled up from the backyard smoker, carrying the faintest hint of hickory and the promise of another turkey and ham slow-cooking to perfection.

"Damn it!" Bucky muttered, realizing the green bean casserole was sticking to the sides of the pan. He yanked it off the heat, giving the pot an accusatory glare before setting it down too hard on the counter. The clang made him wince, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He pivoted to the potatoes, grabbing the heavy pot with both hands and sloshing water over the sides as he rushed to drain them.

"Where's the butter? Steve!" he called out, his voice edged with rising panic as he spun in a circle. Every available surface was a battlefield of ingredients—herb stems, bowls smeared with batter, cutting boards dusted with flour, and abandoned utensils scattered like casualties. "I need the butter!"

Steve appeared in the doorway, calm and collected, a plaid apron tied neatly around his broad chest. Somehow, he still looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine. He held up the giant pack of butter like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's right here, Buck."

"Well, get over here and put it in the potatoes!" Bucky barked, jabbing at the pot with the masher. "And don't forget the cream—wait, did I even buy cream? Oh, God, I didn't buy cream. The potatoes are ruined!"

"Bucky," Steve said gently, stepping forward to place the butter on the counter. "You bought cream. It's in the fridge. Relax."

"I can't relax!" Bucky snapped, yanking the fridge door open with enough force to rattle the condiment bottles in the door. He grabbed the carton of heavy cream like it had personally offended him. "Do you see what's happening here? Do you see how much food I'm making? I've got three turkeys and two hams, Steve. Three turkeys. Who does that? I'm going to screw it all up, and everyone's going to hate it, and—"

Steve stepped forward, cutting him off by gripping his shoulders firmly. "Buck. Breathe."

Bucky froze, his chest heaving as he stared at Steve, trying to process the simple command.

"You've got this," Steve said, his voice steady and sure in a way that made Bucky's frantic energy start to ease—just a little. "Everything's under control. The turkeys are cooking. The ham's in the smoker. The potatoes are about to be the creamiest thing anyone's ever tasted. The deviled eggs are chilling in the fridge, sweet potatoes are in the oven, and rolls are rising. And I'll take care of the casserole."

Bucky's brows shot up. "You'll take care of the casserole?"

Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "You think I can't handle green bean casserole?"

"I'm just saying, your idea of seasoning is salt and pepper," Bucky muttered, but the flicker of a grin betrayed his teasing.

Steve smirked. "Fine. You finish the casserole and the potatoes. I'll set the table." He grabbed a stack of plates from the counter, leaning in to press a kiss to Bucky's cheek before retreating toward the dining room. "You've got this, baby."

For a moment, Bucky just stood there, the warmth of Steve's reassurance settling over him like a weighted blanket. He exhaled sharply and turned back to his mountain of tasks with renewed determination.

The timer on the oven beeped, sharp and demanding, and Bucky sprang into action. He stirred the potatoes, their creamy texture blending seamlessly with the butter and cream, and set them aside to be warmed later. He turned his attention to the rolls, carefully placing them on baking sheets.

There was no time to waste. Pies needed to be warmed, gravy required constant stirring, and the smoker needed to be checked. His to-do list felt endless, but as he worked, a small, determined smile tugged at his lips.

Steve believed in him. And deep down, Bucky knew that, despite the chaos, he could pull it off.

Thanksgiving was going to be perfect—even if it left him utterly exhausted.

Steve stood in the center of the cabin's living room, his arms crossed as he watched the football game playing on the large, wall-mounted TV. The announcer's voice boomed across the room, accompanied by the occasional roar of the crowd on screen. Steve, however, seemed more focused on the atmosphere than the score, his eyes flicking from the game to the dining table, where half-set plates and napkins hinted at his next task.

The cabin was a perfect mix of rustic charm and modern convenience—a testament to both Steve and Bucky's combined tastes. Warm, honey-toned wood covered the walls and floors, the grain visible in the high ceiling beams that arched overhead. Large windows on either side of the fireplace filled the space with soft, natural light during the day, though now they reflected the golden glow of the iron chandelier above. A stone hearth dominated one wall, the fireplace roaring with crackling logs, while sleek black furniture and muted plaid accents brought a modern coziness to the room.

The open floor plan flowed seamlessly from the living room into the adjacent dining and kitchen areas. The dining table, a long, handcrafted piece Bucky had stubbornly insisted on sanding and staining himself, sat beneath another smaller iron chandelier. It was flanked by mismatched chairs—some refurbished antiques, others modern additions. The table wasn't completely set yet; Steve had left it mid-task when he'd remembered to check on the smoker outside.

He glanced toward the kitchen, where the sound of clattering pots and Bucky's grumbled curses spilled into the main room. Steve smirked to himself. That was a battlefield he knew better than to step into uninvited.

"Safer out here," he muttered, shaking his head as he grabbed the last of the wine glasses from the nearby hutch and began setting them in place.

He moved with efficiency born of years of leadership, but his steps slowed when he caught a whiff of hickory smoke drifting in from the back door. Setting the glasses down, Steve detoured to the patio door, where he peeked outside to check on the smoker. The hickory-scented plume curling into the cool air told him everything was in order.

As he turned back, a clatter from the kitchen made him pause. He debated for a moment, then wandered toward the doorway to peek inside.

Bucky was in full-on war mode, moving between the stove, the counter, and the oven with the precision of someone determined to win against impossible odds. His metal arm grabbed a roasting pan while his other hand stirred a bubbling pot. Steve didn't dare step inside, not when Bucky was in this particular zone of chaos.

"You good in there, Buck?" Steve called from the threshold, leaning casually against the frame.

Bucky didn't even glance up. "Fine," he replied shortly, the word clipped but not unkind.

Steve knew better than to push. "Need anything?"

"Stay out of my kitchen," Bucky shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched in a way that suggested he wasn't completely serious.

"Roger that." Steve chuckled and backed away, retreating to the relative safety of the living room. He busied himself to finish the table settings, making sure everything was just right.

Though he'd stepped out of the kitchen, his focus stayed on Bucky, his ears attuned to every sound of pots clattering and timers beeping. Every now and then, he'd glance toward the door, tempted to pop his head in and offer help again, but he'd learned to let Bucky fight his culinary battles on his own terms.

Instead, Steve sat down for a moment, letting the warmth of the fire and the steady rhythm of the football game settle over him. For all the chaos in the kitchen and the looming feast, a sense of quiet contentment settled in his chest. This cabin, this moment, this family they were creating—it was everything he could have hoped for.

Even if it was safer to admire it all from a distance, at least until dinner was served.

Steve placed the final fork beside a neatly folded napkin, stepping back to survey the long dining table. It stretched nearly the entire length of the dining area, the dark wood polished to a soft glow under the warm light of the chandelier. The mismatched chairs added character—an eclectic blend of vintage styles and modern designs, yet somehow, they all fit together. Each place setting was simple and elegant: plain white plates, polished silverware, and stemmed glasses. A centerpiece of greenery, pinecones, and small white candles wove down the center of the table, understated but undeniably festive.

Satisfied with his work, Steve returned to the living room and sank onto the couch. The football game still played on the TV, though his attention was split between the screen and the faint clatter from the kitchen. Every now and then, Bucky's voice carried through the space—a low, gruff mutter as he worked his culinary magic. Steve smirked to himself. The occasional clang of a pot or the muffled sound of utensils hitting the counter was enough to let him know things were going as planned—or at least Bucky's version of planned.

Leaning back, Steve let out a long breath, the fire crackling softly in the hearth beside him. It was a rare moment of quiet amidst the buzz of preparation. But the peace didn't last long. The sound of tires crunching over gravel reached his ears, followed by the unmistakable slam of car doors. Moments later, muffled voices and laughter drifted toward the house.

Steve rose from the couch, stretching slightly before making his way to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by the sight of Clint and Laura stepping out of their SUV. Cooper and Lila were already racing toward the house, their breath visible in the crisp late-autumn air, while Nathaniel toddled close behind, holding tightly to Clint's hand.

"Uncle Steve!" Lila shouted, bounding up the steps and throwing her arms around his waist before he could say a word.

"Hey, kiddo!" Steve said with a laugh, crouching down to return her hug. "You're growing faster every time I see you."

Cooper grinned, hanging back a little but clearly just as excited. "Mom says I have to try everything Bucky makes," he said, sounding both eager and skeptical.

"You'll love it," Steve replied, ruffling his hair before standing to greet Laura, who was juggling a couple of bags and a pie carrier.

"Thanks for hosting, Steve," Laura said warmly, leaning in for a quick one-armed hug. "Everything smells incredible already."

"Bucky's been at it since sunrise," Steve said, shaking his head fondly. "He's got half the meal done, and he's still going strong."

"Classic Barnes," Clint chimed in, adjusting the scarf around Nathaniel's neck before hoisting the little boy into his arms. "You know he's cooking like he's feeding an army, right?"

"I do," Steve said with a grin. "And I'm pretty sure he is."

Just as the group shuffled inside, another car door slammed shut. Steve turned to see Natasha stepping out of her sleek black SUV. She moved with her usual grace, her dark coat billowing slightly in the breeze. Slinging a bag over her shoulder, she approached the house with a small but genuine smile.

"Nat," Steve greeted warmly as she climbed the steps.

"Rogers," she replied smoothly, her voice teasing but fond. "This better be worth skipping my usual plans."

"You won't be disappointed," Steve said as he opened the door wider for her. "Bucky's gone all out. You might even get seconds if you ask nicely."

Natasha smirked, slipping inside and glancing around the crowded space. "This place suits you two," she said, nodding toward the rustic-modern interior. "Let me guess—Bucky picked out all the furniture, and you argued about the curtains."

"Close," Steve replied, laughing. "Laura picked the curtains. Otherwise, we might still be debating them."

As Natasha handed him her coat, a familiar van pulled into the driveway. Scott Lang hopped out, his grin as wide as ever, followed by Hope, who carried a casserole dish that looked as perfectly styled as she did. Cassie bounded out behind them, carefully cradling a plate of cookies under plastic wrap.

"Uncle Steve!" Cassie called out, practically bouncing up the steps.

"Cassie!" Steve crouched slightly to meet her. "What have you got there?"

"Cookies! I made them. Dad helped, but it was mostly me," she declared proudly.

Steve accepted the plate with a grin. "They look amazing. Did you save me a chocolate chip one?"

Cassie nodded eagerly. "I put in extra chocolate chips for you!"

"Then I'll make sure no one else gets them," Steve teased, stepping aside to let Scott and Hope inside.

"Rogers," Scott greeted, pulling Steve into a quick hug. "Nice place. Feels like you're hosting Thanksgiving in a magazine spread."

"That's all Bucky," Steve said with a chuckle. "I just moved the furniture."

"Smart division of labor," Hope said, handing off her dish. "This is green bean casserole, but I added walnuts and caramelized onions. Hopefully, that's okay."

"More than okay," Steve assured her, placing the dish on the sideboard. "You'll fit right in."

As Scott peeled off his jacket, he glanced toward the growing crowd in the living room and let out a low whistle. "Wow, this is... a lot of people. Did you invite the whole Avengers roster?"

"Pretty much," Steve admitted, shaking his head fondly.

Cassie, already heading for the kitchen, called over her shoulder, "I'm gonna see what Bucky's doing!"

"Careful, Cassie!" Hope called after her, though her voice held more amusement than concern.

"She's a pro at dodging grumpy chefs," Scott said, slipping an arm around Hope.

"She might be the only one who can get away with it," Steve agreed.

The sound of another car pulling up drew Steve back to the front door. He opened it just in time to see Tony's sleek black SUV glide to a stop in the driveway. The passenger door opened, and Pepper stepped out, balancing Morgan, who was half bouncing in excitement and half clutching a container of what looked like cookies. Behind them, Rhodey pulled in, parking just off to the side before stepping out with a bottle of wine in one hand and a stack of games tucked under his arm.

"Rogers!" Tony called, stepping out with his usual flair. He adjusted his scarf—more for style than function, judging by the thin material—before giving Steve an appraising look. "Very homey. Did Bucky do all this, or did you hire out to HGTV?"

Steve chuckled, holding the door open wider as Pepper approached with Morgan in tow. "Bucky. He's been working on it for months."

"I can tell," Tony said, following behind them. "Rustic but tasteful. Very Pinterest. He let you help, or did you just stand around looking pretty?"

"Both," Steve replied easily, shaking his head with a grin. "Where's Happy?"

"He's visiting his niece," Pepper answered with a soft smile. She leaned in to hug Steve quickly before ushering Morgan inside. "It smells incredible in here. What's on the menu?"

"Turkey, ham, stuffing, a ridiculous amount of sides—Bucky's been on a mission," Steve said, taking the cookie tin from Morgan as she handed it to him with a shy smile.

"I made these!" Morgan announced proudly. "Well, Mommy helped."

"Then I know they're gonna be amazing," Steve said, crouching to her level. "Thanks for bringing them."

Morgan grinned, already eyeing the kitchen. "Can I help Bucky?"

"Maybe after the hot stuff is done," Steve said gently, earning a nod from Pepper.

"Don't let her distract him too much," Pepper warned with a laugh as they stepped into the bustling cabin.

"Tony, distracting people is my job," Rhodey said as he passed Steve, clapping him on the shoulder. "Where's Barnes? I brought the wine and... uh, a backup plan." He held up the stack of board games with a grin.

Steve smirked. "He's in the kitchen. And don't let him hear you calling his food Plan A."

Rhodey laughed. "Fair enough. It smells too good to mess with him."

Another car rumbled into the driveway before Steve could reply. Bruce and Betty stepped out, Bruce balancing a large pot with oven mitts still on while Betty carried what looked like a homemade loaf of bread wrapped in a tea towel.

"Steve!" Bruce called, his expression warm and easy as always. "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Hey, Bruce. Betty," Steve said, moving to help with the pan. "What's in here?"

"Cheesecake," Bruce said with a slight chuckle. "The non-radioactive kind, I promise."

Betty rolled her eyes fondly. "I supervised."

Steve grinned as he took the bread from her. "Thanks for coming. You two doing okay?"

"Better now that we're here," Betty said warmly.

"Good," Steve replied before stepping aside to let them in.

Before the door could swing shut, another familiar voice boomed across the yard.

"Steve Rogers!" Thor's voice echoed, carrying over the sound of crunching gravel. Steve turned to see the Asgardian striding toward the house with his usual larger-than-life presence. He carried an enormous platter covered in a shining silver dome while Jane followed with a basket of rolls tucked under her arm.

"Thor," Steve greeted, stepping onto the porch with a grin. "What'd you bring?"

"Traditional Asgardian delicacies!" Thor announced proudly, holding the platter high. "Desserts from New Asgard, painstakingly prepared by our finest cooks!"

Jane gave Steve a knowing smile as she passed. "Translation: he pestered the chefs until they gave him the leftovers."

Thor looked only mildly offended. "Nonsense, Jane! These are fresh. Mostly."

Steve chuckled, holding the door for them. "Thanks for bringing them. And for not using lightning in the kitchen this time."

Thor laughed heartily. "A lesson learned, my friend!"

The kitchen buzzed with quiet energy, a symphony of mouthwatering smells filling the air. The savory aroma of roasted turkey mingled with the sweetness of honey-glazed ham, and somewhere beneath it all was the faint hint of cinnamon wafting from a pie cooling on the counter. Bucky stood at the island, his sleeves rolled up and his hands dusted with flour as he carefully worked on the last pie crust. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, but there was a softness to him, a quiet satisfaction that only came from being in his element.

The soft patter of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, and Bucky glanced up, catching sight of Lila and Cassie peeking around the corner. Their faces were a mix of curiosity and excitement, their wide eyes sparkling like they'd just stumbled onto some big secret.

"Uncle Bucky?" Lila asked, her voice sweet but hesitant. "Can we help you?"

Cassie stepped in beside her, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! Mom said you might let us if we're careful."

For a moment, Bucky blinked at them, caught off guard. The surprise faded quickly, replaced by a warm smile that softened the edges of his usually sharp features. He set the rolling pin down, brushing his hands on a kitchen towel as he crouched slightly to meet their gaze.

"You wanna help me?" he asked, his tone light but incredulous like he couldn't quite believe it. "You sure you don't wanna go play or watch the game with the others?"

Lila shook her head with conviction, her ponytail swishing. "No way. We wanna help you! Mom says you're the best cook, and we wanna learn."

Cassie chimed in, her grin wide and toothy. "Yeah, and it smells so good in here! Plus, we're really good at stirring."

Bucky chuckled, a deep and genuine sound that seemed to fill the room. Straightening up, he gestured for them to come closer. "Alright, you two. If you're serious about this, I'll put you to work. But no messing around, okay? The kitchen's my sacred space."

"Promise!" they chorused, their voices bursting with excitement as they darted toward him.

Bucky turned and grabbed two small aprons from a hook near the pantry. The aprons were oversized, hanging almost to their knees, but the girls didn't care. They quickly tied the strings around their waists, beaming like they'd just been sworn into an exclusive club.

"What can we do?" Cassie asked, bouncing on her toes like she was ready to run a race.

Bucky rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glancing at the unfinished pie crust on the counter. Then, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "How about you help me finish this pie? I need someone to press the edges of the crust so it looks nice."

Lila's face lit up. "I can do that! Mom showed me how once."

"Perfect," Bucky said, sliding the pie dish over to her. He demonstrated the motion with his fingers, pinching the dough into neat little ridges. "Just like that. Don't be afraid to press a little harder. There you go. Nice work."

Cassie tugged on his sleeve, her brows furrowed in mock impatience. "What about me?"

Bucky grabbed a bowl of freshly washed green beans from the counter and set them in front of her. "You get the important job—snapping the ends off these. Just like this." He demonstrated, snapping off the tough ends with a quick motion before handing the bowl to Cassie.

"I can do that!" Cassie said, hopping onto a stool and diving into her task with enthusiasm.

As the two girls worked, the kitchen filled with the comforting sounds of their chatter and the occasional burst of laughter. Lila focused intently on pinching the edges of the pie crust, her tongue poking out slightly as she worked. Cassie, meanwhile, hummed softly as she snapped green beans, occasionally pausing to show Bucky her progress.

"You two are naturals," Bucky said after a while, his tone warm and proud. "I might have to hire you as my assistant."

Lila glanced up, grinning. "Do we get paid in pie?"

Cassie giggled. "Or cookies?"

"Deal," Bucky said, smirking. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone how much fun this is. They'll all wanna help, and then I'll never get a moment's peace."

The girls burst into laughter, their giggles bubbling over like soda fizz. Bucky couldn't help but smile, his chest tightening—not from stress, but from something deeper, something he hadn't let himself feel in a long time. Gratitude. This wasn't just cooking; this was family. This was a moment he knew he'd carry with him long after the holiday chaos faded.

"You two," he said softly, his voice almost gruff with emotion, "are pretty great, you know that?"

Cassie looked up, beaming. "So are you, Uncle Bucky."

"Yeah," Lila added, her smile so wide it nearly matched her apron. "You're the best."

Bucky turned back to the counter, pretending to check the oven so they wouldn't see the way his eyes shimmered just a little. "Alright," he said after clearing his throat, his voice back to its usual steady tone. "Let's finish this pie and show everyone out there what real chefs can do."

"Yes, Chef!" they shouted in unison, giggles erupting again as they returned to their tasks with newfound determination.

As the group filed in around the table, Steve took a step back and looked around the room. The cabin was now alive with energy. Voices overlapped in cheerful conversation, kids darted around laughing, and the smell of roasted turkey and warm spices filled the air. Natasha had claimed a spot by the wall, wine in hand, watching the chaos with a faint smile. Clint and Laura were already helping their kids find seats while Sam talked animatedly with Hope and Scott in the corner.

Thor was trying to explain his desserts to Rhodey, who looked skeptical but amused, while Bruce and Betty set their dishes on the already-crowded dining table. Tony was inspecting the centerpiece on the table, undoubtedly planning some critique, while Pepper gently steered him toward the living room, with Morgan skipping ahead.

Steve felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bucky standing behind him, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His expression was tired but content as he surveyed the scene.

"You did good, pal," Bucky said quietly.

Steve shook his head. "We did good."

Bucky smirked. "Yeah, well, remind me not to let you talk me into hosting next year."

"Deal," Steve said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now come on. You've got about ten people asking if it's time to eat."

Bucky sighed but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Let's feed 'em."

This was what Thanksgiving was all about—food, friends, and the feeling of being surrounded by the people you care about most. This wasn't just a gathering—it was family in every sense of the word.

The dining room buzzed with energy, the warmth of crackling firelight blending with the glow of the chandelier above. The long dining table, custom-made to fit the chaos of their extended family, was now a feast for the senses. A centerpiece of greenery, pinecones, and candles ran down the middle, its simplicity enhancing rather than competing with the spread of dishes covering the polished wood surface.

Bowls and platters overflowed with Thanksgiving classics and a few inventive twists. Fluffy mashed potatoes whipped to perfection were sprinkled with fresh parsley, flanked by a boat of rich, golden gravy. A heaping dish of candied yams glistened with toasted marshmallows while roasted Brussels sprouts shimmered with balsamic glaze and crispy pancetta. The green bean casserole, was topped with crunchy walnuts and caramelized onions, and its savory aroma filled the air.

Dishes of stuffing, one traditional and one cornbread-based, sat side by side, their fragrant herbs mingling with the warm scent of buttered rolls. A cranberry sauce—half canned and half homemade because "it's tradition!" Tony had argued—added a pop of bright red to the tableau. Thor's platter of Asgardian pastries stood out, a colorful mix of delicacies dusted with what he'd sworn was enchanted sugar.

The table wasn't just beautiful; it was alive. Laughter echoed as Clint playfully batted away Lila's attempt to snag a roll before the meal started. Scott gestured animatedly while explaining some culinary "shortcut" he'd taken that Hope clearly found dubious. Natasha, wine glass in hand, traded quips with Rhodey, her smile subtle but genuine.

L Then, a hush fell over the room as Steve and Bucky emerged from the kitchen, each carrying a large platter. The carved turkey rested on a wooden board, its skin perfectly golden and crackling. Steam rose from the slices of tender white and dark meat, a sprig of rosemary tucked on the side for a final touch. Bucky followed with the ham, glazed with honey and brown sugar, its caramelized edges shimmering under the light.

"Alright, make some room," Steve said, his voice warm and steady as he set the turkey down at the head of the table.

"Before anyone even thinks about eating, someone better take a picture," Bucky added, smirking as he placed the ham beside it. "Not that I need proof we pulled this off, but still."

Pepper was already reaching for her phone, nudging Morgan to scoot out of the way of her shot. "It's too perfect not to," she said, capturing the spread while everyone leaned back, trying not to ruin the setup with their impatient hands.

"Bucky, this is incredible," Laura said sincerely, her eyes wide as she took in the meal. "You outdid yourself."

"Seriously," Clint chimed in. "This looks like it belongs in one of those food magazines I don't read."

"I'll second that," Sam added, leaning over to sniff the air. "Is it bad if I start eating before the blessing?"

"Don't even think about it," Sarah said, swatting his arm lightly.

"I'll say it," Tony declared, looking from Bucky to Steve. "This is hands down the best-looking Thanksgiving spread I've ever seen. Rogers, Barnes, you're hired for every holiday from now on."

"Absolutely not," Bucky replied dryly, but his slight smirk betrayed the pride in his tone. "Enjoy it while it lasts, Stark."

As everyone settled into their seats, the lively chatter softened. Plates began to fill, forks clinked against dishes, and the air filled with murmurs of appreciation. Compliments flowed freely—Steve for his "spot-on carving skills" and Bucky for the turkey that Natasha declared was "better than a five-star restaurant." The kids giggled as they tried to pile their plates higher than they could carry, only to have Pepper and Laura intervene.

The atmosphere was as warm as the food, the room alive with the unmistakable feeling of family. Friends who had become brothers and sisters, children who brought an innocent joy to the occasion, and laughter that bounced off the walls like music.

As Steve glanced around the table, his chest swelled with quiet gratitude. Every seat was filled, and every dish passed with care. Bucky caught his eye from across the table, raising his glass of cider in a silent toast, and Steve returned it with a nod.

"This," Steve thought to himself, taking in the scene as laughter erupted again at some joke Thor was telling, "is what it's all about."

The bedroom was peaceful, save for the soft rustle of pages as Steve lay propped against the headboard, a well-loved book resting in his hands. The bedside lamp cast a warm, golden glow over the room, illuminating the navy comforter and the faint lines of weariness on Steve's face. It was the kind of exhaustion that came after a long but fulfilling day, leaving him pleasantly tired rather than drained.

From the en-suite bathroom, the steady sound of running water and the occasional clink of glass hinted at Bucky finishing his nightly routine. The faint scent of aftershave drifted into the room, blending with the lingering smells of Thanksgiving—turkey, cinnamon, and just a hint of roasted pecans from the dessert spread.

The water shut off, and moments later, Bucky appeared in the doorway, a towel draped over his shoulder and a faint smile tugging at his lips. He paused there, leaning casually against the frame as though taking a moment to soak in the quiet after the whirlwind of the day. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his usually sharp eyes were soft, reflecting the calm contentment he felt.

"Today was a good day," Bucky said finally, his voice low and warm as he stepped into the bedroom.

Steve looked up from his book, a small smile breaking across his face as he closed it and set it on the nightstand. The quiet affection in Steve's gaze softened the sharp angles of his features. Without a word, he reached over to switch off the lamp, plunging the room into a softer darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains.

Bucky crawled into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. As he slid beneath the comforter, Steve turned to him, his tone steady and filled with pride. "You did a fantastic job today," he said, his voice low but certain. "For your first Thanksgiving? You knocked it out of the park, Buck. Everyone was raving about the food. Pepper and Hope were already talking about you hosting again next year."

Bucky groaned, flopping dramatically onto Steve's shoulder, his head resting there as he snuggled closer. The warmth of Steve's arm instinctively wrapped around him, holding him securely. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Bucky muttered, his tone light but sincere. "I've still got a wedding to survive first."

Steve chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Bucky's head. He let the comfortable silence stretch for a moment, his hand moving in gentle strokes down Bucky's back.

"You've got this," Steve said finally, his voice a steady reassurance. "Whether it's Thanksgiving, a wedding, or anything else life throws at you, you'll handle it. Like you always do—with heart, Buck."

Bucky didn't reply immediately, just let out a contented sigh, his fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of Steve's t-shirt. His voice, thick with sleep, was barely above a whisper when he finally spoke. "We'll see. But today wasn't so bad, I guess. Not with you here."

Steve smiled, his hand brushing through Bucky's hair before resting against the nape of his neck. "Always, Buck," he said softly. "Always."

The room settled into a comfortable stillness, the kind that felt like home. The faint hum of the heater, the soft rhythm of their breathing, and the warmth of each other's presence filled the space. As the day gave way to night, Bucky allowed himself to relax completely, the tension of the holiday melting away.

For the first time in years, Bucky felt truly at peace—not just with the day or the people around him, but with himself. And as he drifted off to sleep, he knew that this moment, this love, and this life were exactly where he belonged.

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sam24 · 1 year ago

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Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop

Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

no powers au | first meets

*****

Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.

”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”

“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”

“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”

“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”

Steve cracked a smile.

“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”

“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.

“So that means I’m off security duty?”

“You wish.”

Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.

“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”

Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).

The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.

Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.

A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.

Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.

He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.

Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.

He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.

He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.

He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.

Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.

“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”

Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.

However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.

Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.

(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.

Great plan, right?)

On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.

On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.

On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.

During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam��s younger nephew, over.

“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”

“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”

Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”

“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.

You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.

However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.

On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.

On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.

Damn Starks and their egos.

In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”

Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”

Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”

“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”

“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”

Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.

Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.

He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.

However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.

“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.

“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.

“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”

Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.

“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”

“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”

“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.

“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.

Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.

As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.

Where the hell did all this sweat come from?

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-

“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”

Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”

“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”

“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”

You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”

“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”

“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”

“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”

“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”

“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”

You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”

“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.

Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?

He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.

Not as adorable as you, thou-

Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.

Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”

Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.

“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.

“Says you.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”

Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”

“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”

“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”

“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.

After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.

“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.

“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”

“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.

Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.

The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.

Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.

“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”

Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”

“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”

“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”

You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.

And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.

You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.

“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.

“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.

“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”

And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.

#bucky x reader #no powers au #marvel fanfiction

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smolvenger · 1 year ago

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i know u have been feeling stressed and hopefully this might make u feel better but for a request steve rogers x reader and theyre on their honeymoon

Hi there nonny!!!

Awww, I love that! Steve is the sweetest cinnamon roll so of course we have to write it!!!! This is so sweet, I have to!!! I hope you like it and it's accurate enough, it's my first time writing for him!

No warnings, just tooth rotting fluff!

Honeymooning with America's Ass, Steve Rogers, would include...

Poor boy has never flown before so you have to arrange the details. Once you are packed up and ready to go, he is fascinated by a modern airport. You have to hold his hand so he doesn't get lose because he likes looking in all the shops and different restaurants!

You finally get in and he gets nervous when the plane takes off so you laugh and hug him. You go "darling...you fought Red Skull, but a plane going up makes you scared?!" teasingly and kiss his cheek.

It's a long flight so you show him how to watch movies and play games on the little device thingies that are on airplens and he stays awake the whole time playing on it.

So then you guys...spend the honeymoon in ITALY!!!!

You go around to see such tall, ancient buildings. Far more ancient than Mr. Brooklyn has ever dreamt. At one point, the tour guide calls this building young since it was built in 1673 and he just stares dumbfounded!

But Steve would pick up Italian quickly. He likes calling you Italian terms of endearment like "mia/o carino/a" or "mia/o angelo/a" to make you smile.

Of course, he has to start the day by cuddling you! Though he is too excited to get up and can only take so much cuddling- like an excited puppy!

He remembers enjoying Italian places in Brooklyn when his mom and he would go to celebrate something. So he loves trying Italian cuisine. Telling you stories about his mother- and about how much she would have loved you.

He always holds your gelato like a gentleman <3 As tempted as he is, he never takes a bite of yours, he wants his new spouse to enjoy them.

However, at one point, a pickpocket creeps by you and grabs your wallet. You let out a shout and gasp as he breaks into a run.

Boy did that asshole make a mistake considering your supersoldier hubby.

Steve just fucking BOOKS IT. The pickpocket turns around and gasps. He tries to run, but Steve gets closer to him in a few steps and decks the guy until he falls easily, kicking him until he's flying like a soccer ball through the air. He then grabs your wallet throws the pickpocket to the cobbled ground and returns your wallet.

You go to all sorts of incredible art museums. Steve himself loves to doodle and when you take sitting breaks, he tries to make little copies of them. You put his hand gently over his and lean into his cheek as he does, holding his free hand.

Of course, since a lot of Italian people tend to have darker hair, they make huge eyes at his blonde locks. Some even try to flirt with him, but he quickly pushes them aside to give you a hug or flash them the new wedding band, assuring you with small kisses. There are smiles and looks of jealousy- the incredibly handsome blonde man is your husband and yours alone, as you are his.

He talks to and befriends everyone. Old ladies in cathedrals praying and kissing their crucifix necklaces. Children running around streets and jumping sunburnt into the sea. Fellow tourists in wide hats and billowy shirts. Chefs of mom-and-pop shops with rosy cheeks and loud, boisterous voices and stories in every dish.

It only makes you love him more.

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writing-wh0re · 1 year ago

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My requests are open for the following prompts.

♥ Characters:

♥ Fred and George Weasley and Draco Malfoy

♥ Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove

♥ Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna and Choso.

♥ Kakashi Hatake

♥ Levi Ackerman, Reiner Bruan, Jean Kirstein

♥ Tengen Uzui

♥ Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Seishu Inui

♥ Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers and Loki

♥ Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans and Henry Cavill and Harry Styles

Jealousy text prompts:

“Do they not know that we’re together?”

“You’re stupid if you think they just want to be friends.”

“What the fuck is a work husband?”

“If they touch you again, I’ll break their fucking hands”

Smutty text prompts:

“Tell me what you want, I can’t read your mind.”

“You look better on your knees.”

“Do that one more time and I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

“I’m marking you as mine.”

Situation Prompts:

Person A complains about not having sex for over a year, feeling like masturbating is boring and can’t get the same release. Person B offers to help them through the situation with a no strings attached proposition.

Person A needs a date to their sister's wedding, someone who can impress their family and isn’t a drag. Person B is down for free alcohol and a trip away for the weekend. Person A’s ex is a groomsman who can’t keep their mouth shut and Person B does more than expected.

Person A and Person B star in the latest Hollywood movie. Person B first initiated friends with benefits while filming, Person A needed stress relief. Person B shows up to the red carpet premiere with Person C hanging off Person B’s arm.

Person A started stripping to earn quick money, Person B was a CEO with an unlimited credit card. Person B also had an opening within his company.

AU Prompts:

Best Friends Dad / Dad’s Best Friend

Bodyguard

Mafia Boss

Professor

Tagging a few mutuals: @skarlettmikaelson @horrorxweasley @psychedelic-ink @zagreusdaughter @b00kw0rmsworld @leydileyla @themoonis-beautiful-tonight @mathletemadison

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cpn-hydra · 2 years ago

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All They Want For Christmas

Request: "A frazzled reader trying to get gifts for their family, but Bucky and Steve feel the best present would be to have a wedding. Of course our poor reader doesn't even know they exist."

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word count: 5005

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, non-con touching, forced marriage, only read if you are 18+, please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.

Note: so I started writing this a year ago and promised myself I'd get it done by this Christmas and since Christmas isn't over yet (in my opinion), I have succeeded. This was meant to be longer so there is a potential part 2 on the cards if anyone is interested, however it is defintiely a standalone one-shot for the time being. Not proofread very well.

This wasn't how you had wanted this Christmas to go. A few days ago you couldn't envision attending this family event with a man on your arm, and now you had two. You didn't miss the the offended expressions on your family members' faces when Steve told them about your wedding, all upset and confused that it had been kept from them. You also didn't miss the quizzical and suspicious looks thrown Bucky's way, introduced only as a 'close friend' of the newly wed couple.

None of them knew the truth of what had happened in the whirlwind of the last few days. Whenever your mind wandered, flashes of what they done to you and forced you into ran through your mind. Bucky and Steve could tell whenever you spaced out and one of them would always quickly correct it. “Get your head out of the clouds, doll, you look suspicious,” Bucky hissed at you.

There was nothing you could do. You were surrounded by family members who would usually bring you the feeling of comfort and safety, but you had never felt more at risk. You couldn't tell any of them that you had been forced into a marriage with Steve and a relationship with Bucky, not with the threats and warnings they'd given you on the doorstep of your family home. You were surrounded by family and yet you'd never felt more alone.

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A few days earlier...

The day was turning out to be a disaster. You'd been shopping for hours and had only crossed out four presents on your long list of gifts to get. You had rushed to leave the big stores, the fluorescent lighting, loud music and frazzled shoppers overwhelming you. Now you stood in a boutique dress shop, looking around exasperatedly for a suitable purple dress, one of only three things your sister-in-law had asked for. You weren't even sure what size she wore, let alone the style or length.

You sighed heavily, leaning your head against the clothing racks and letting your shoulders sag for a moment. Christmas had never been the easiest time for you. Spending time with your family during the holidays was something you treasured, if only because it was the one time everyone put aside their differences unlike the rest of the holidays, but everything else around the holiday stressed you out. You felt an insurmountable pressure on your shoulders to get things right, that it was your responsibility to make sure Christmas went smoothly and the family didn't fall apart...again.

Already you were dreading the inevitable question, any boyfriends this year? You would always smile and laugh pathetically, gripping tightly onto your drink and smiling through the awkward and irritating questions as if they didn't embarrass you and anger you in equal parts. Was it not enough that you were there at all? You'd had no time to look for a relationship since your last break-up due to the start of your career, the only one of your generation in the family to get out and make a living for themselves. Which only put more pressure on you to get all the nice gifts. The thing you were looking forwards to the most this Christmas was getting home from the family dinner and curling up in front of the fire with your beloved cat.

When you lifted your head from the rail, your eyes landed on the white dresses proudly displayed at the front of the shop. The desire to choose one just to try it on surprised you and you had to pinch yourself just to snap out of it. Still, there was one in particular that caught your eye. You wouldn't mind getting married in that...but not at the expense of stalling your career. You sighed and turned back to the array of purple and blue dresses before you, chewing on your lip as you struggled to choose which to get.

“What do you think of her, Stevie?” Bucky asked, eyeing you up from across the shop. “Don't you think she looks cute pouting like that?”

Steve looked up sharply. His eyes searched the shop floor like an eagle surveying the land for its prey, his features relaxing and his eyes sparkling when they landed on you. “Huh, she sure does...” he practically sighed.

Bucky laughed at him. “Just like you to be so love struck by a dame, Steve,” he clapped him on the back, a broad smile on his face. Then he looked back at you, seeing how you'd nearly collapsed into the clothing rail, and his face went serious. “You thinking what I'm thinking?”

The pair of them were waiting for Wanda to finish trying on dresses. She'd dragged the both of them there, saying that she was determined to find a forties style dress that Vision would like and that they would be the best judges, so there they stood waiting for her to come out with her fifth dress. It had been pure luck that they found themselves here at the same time as you.

“Yeah, I think I am,” Steve replied, his voice still dreamy as it had been before. His eyes hadn't left you and it hadn't escaped either of their notices that you were staring longingly at the wedding dresses. “She looks lonely, Buck,” Steve said, “Either she's got a boyfriend too cowardly to propose or she's alone, at Christmas.”

“And she's eyeing up that dress real good...What do you say? I get the dress,” he leaned in close to Steve's ear, “you follow her home.” He stopped for a moment to watch Steve's reaction. This was sudden, he knew, but he had already seen that steely look of determination in Steve's eyes. “We'll get Wanda's help and we can get a photostatic veil and marriage license like,” he snapped his fingers, “that.”

Steve looked sharply to his friend. “You think she's the one?”

Bucky snorted. “Why not? She's cute, obviously alone, seems all stressed out. I like her...and we've both been feeling lonely this Christmas.”

Steve shook his head with a smile, “It won't work, Buck. We don't even know her name. What if it turns out she's a bitch?”

Bucky was unable to hold back his laughter, deep voice reverberating throughout the shop. It caused the girl they were eyeing up to swivel her head in their direction, eyes meeting Steve's, then Bucky's and then back to the dresses with a look of embarrassment.

“You see that look in her eyes? She's clearly shy. Even if she is a bitch, we'll get that out of her. I mean, listen to yourself, Steve!” Bucky chortled, “Gotta have some faith in yourself. She's probably perfect for us.”

Steve nodded his head in acquiescence and gave him a crooked grin, “She does look like she'd be a good wife.” Steve considered the idea for a few more moments, watching as your face screwed into a cute look of annoyance as you returned yet another dress to the rack. Her eyes momentarily flickered the wedding dress she'd stared at before, and then she returned to the piece of paper in her hands. Steve could just imagine how she'd look walking down the aisle towards him in that dress, just the image in his mind made his pants tighten. He looked back to Bucky and smiled widely. “Alright, let's do it, Buck.”

...

You barely managed to get the bags home before they disintegrated. You'd been halfway back to your townhouse when the snow began to fall, wetting your paper bags instantly. You'd been so focused on getting the bags onto your kitchen counter that you didn't notice as a stranger followed in behind you through your open door. It also escaped your notice that the front door was shut and locked without your doing so.

“Phew,” you sighed once you placed the bags down. You wiped the moisture from your face and tried to rub some warmth into the freezing tip of your nose. You looked at the bags of gifts with exhaustion weighing heavily on your mind at the thought of wrapping them all and decided instead to go and spend some quality time with your cat where he would probably be upstairs.

You grabbed a bag of treats and walked into the hallway calling his name. A few moments later you heard the rapid thud of paws against the hardwood flooring and he came thundering down the stairs. “Hello baby,” you beamed, scooping him up into your arms and nuzzling your face into his ginger fur. He wriggled in your arms to get at the treats and you moved into the living room. “I know, I know...one moment, baby boy.” Your happiness was gone in an instant the moment you walked into your living room and saw the strange figure by the tree, back to you as he fiddled with one of the decorations. You froze and stopped breathing as if that would make him disappear, your entire body seizing up in terror. Sensing your fear, the cat in your arms hissed at the stranger and scratched at your arms as he jumped over your shoulder in an effort to get away.

Even then the man did not turn around. You desperately scrambled for something to say or do. There were no weapons nearby that you could use and you'd left your phone in a different room. You had no doubts that if you ran this man would easily outrun you. You were about to risk it when he finally spoke.

“You have a beautiful home.”

You stammered, struggling for a response. You tried your best to steel yourself, gritting your teeth and saying, “Get out of my house.”

His shoulders tensed slightly, the muscles in his exposed biceps flexing. He had taken off his winter coat and scarf and laid them across the arm of the armchair by his side. Already you knew that this was bad. This was no simple home invasion.

“I don't care who you are or why you're here, if you go now I won't call the cops,” you reasoned, terrified out of your mind.

“It's a shame that you have no stockings hanging from your fireplace, no kids running around the tree. You must be lonely this Christmas,” he continued his earlier speech. There was something awfully familiar about his voice that made your skin crawl.

You stood your ground even through your fear and breathed heavily through your nose.

“If you won't get out willingly, I'm going to have to force you.”

He laughed then, finally turning around so that he was facing you. His appearance took your breath away and filled you with such absolute fear that you immediately keeled over and ran to the kitchen sink, retching into the bowl. Tears streamed down your face and mixed with the drool coming from your mouth, and when you wiped your face and stood back upright, he was there.

“You feeling better now, darling?”

The recognition you had felt on hearing his voice made sense now, but everything else was in disarray. Perhaps you should have been fearful for another reason. If Captain America was in your home did that mean you were in danger from an outside force? You knew that it certainly did not. Everything about his presence in your home, from his demeanour to his sugar coated voice and honeyed words, told you that the danger was in this man. An outside danger would be a blessing.

Captain America didn't have as perfect a reputation as he would have liked. There had been lawsuits pressed against him, online rumours of his true character, anecdotal stories passed around...Aside from your obvious surprise at a home invasion, you were unfortunately not shocked by his part in this.

He was terrifyingly close to you and as you straightened yourself and met his eyes, he shifted even closer and pressed your body into the counter. He maintained eye contact with you as you he leaned around your body to wet a paper towel and then wiped your mouth with it. It was terribly intimate and you couldn't keep your body from shaking. Your eyes, glistening with tears, were fixed onto his, looking at you with what could only be described as pure obsession. He wasn't here to kill you.

“You don't know me,” you whispered, “you could leave now, and nothing would change. Please.”

“I've been watching you today, darling,” he responded immediately, the tone of his voice biting. “I know who you are, what you're missing. We're both what the other has been missing.”

“You're insane. Get out of my house.”

Steve sighed and grasped your wrists harshly. He pulled you away from the kitchen and back into the lounge area. “I'll give you another chance to greet me like a wife should, sweetheart.”

Your lip curled and you took him up on his threat. “You're – fucking – insane.”

Steve's demeanour changed instantly. He used his bruising grip on your wrists to force you to your knees and you collided harshly with the wooden floor, kneeling at his feet. You were barely given a moment to comprehend the sudden change before Steve grasped the back of your neck with his massive hands and pulled you so that your knees were lifted slightly off the ground. His face loomed over yours and he snarled at you, “You don't get to decide how this goes, sweetheart. You're mine now whether you like it or not, and you will like it, in time. I could hurt you, I could make you disappear, but I am above that. I want to love you, is that so bad?”

You simply sobbed, ugly and intelligible sounds coming from deep within your throat. Seeing the torrent of tears, Steve calmed slightly. “It's alright, sweetheart. You can cry if you want, you'll understand soon.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and let you go, the skin where his lips had touched burning.

With a small amount of distance between you now, you pulled yourself together quickly and stood on shaky feet. You couldn't meet his eyes this time and settled on your teary reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. “Are you – are you kidnapping me?” you asked tentatively.

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

Your chest tightened, squeezing your heart painfully. Feeling utter desperation, there was only one thing you were worried about now, and it wasn't you. “What about my cat?”

“Your cat?” he repeated quizzically with a smile. He scoffed, muttering something about priorities. “Your cat will be fine, darling. You're not going anywhere...I'm moving in.”

Somehow the realisation that you would be held in place in your own home was far more damning than the prospect of being taken somewhere else, even though the possibility of escape was far stronger here. It was the knowledge that this man fully intended to insert himself into every facet of your life, that privacy was a thing that you had already parted with, that his mentions of you being a wife weren't a cruel joke...this man intended to marry you.

“I don't understand,” you murmured, your inner ramblings spilling out into the open. This man had seen you once and had chosen to marry you, yet no man had so much as batted an eye at you in months. None of this made sense.

Steve shifted closer. You flinched as his hand raised and his fingers trailed across your throat. “You don't have to, I'm here now.”

Steve's hand lingered on the skin above your heart, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, and the front door to your house creaked open. You spun around in a flash, thinking one of your neighbours might have stopped by and you would be saved but instead a hulking figure that you did not recognise walked through the open doorway. You watched with wide eyes as he set two large bags down by the dining table and as he turned to walk back to the door, you made a run for it.

You didn't get very far. Steve's arm locked around your waist and pulled you back with a harsh tug that knocked the breath out of your lungs. As you bent over his arm hacking and heaving, you heard snippets of their conversation.

“Got the dress, Steve,” the brown haired intruder said as he waltzed into your home. “Bucky,” Steve greeted, “just in time. She's resistant.”

The other man approached you both, casting an ominous shadow over you. “Not for long. Let her go, I wanna say hi.”

When Steve released you, your face was immediately encompassed by a large metal hand. The fear you'd felt on seeing Steve was vastly surpassed now. Bucky Barnes had an even worse reputation than Steve. If any of the rumours were true, and now you had reason to suspect that they were, Barnes was nasty.

“Hey there, doll. Being troublesome for Steve, huh?” his voice was mocking, his eyes practically grinning at you with the way they glimmered. He wasn't smiling but the way the corners of his lips flicked up made him look like the cat who got the cream, so proud of himself. He didn't look away from you as he said, “I said she looked cute pouting didn't I, Stevie?”

You glared at Barnes furiously, channelling all of your hate and wishing that looks really could kill. “You've got to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed viciously, though it came out more sad than anything else.

Bucky smiled properly this time. “Sorry I can't stay, doll. I just came for this,” he moved his hand into your hair and tugged sharply at a strand, yanking it from your head. “Thanks. I'll see you in a bit, Steve, butter her up for me, will ya? Maybe big me up a bit too, yeah?” He winked at you, “Alright, see you later, doll.”

And then he was gone, leaving you even more confused.

You looked at Steve tiredly and said, “You do know that three-way marriages aren't legal, right Rogers?” to which he laughed heartily.

With nothing to do and no way to get him to leave (you weren't dim, you knew that a super-soldier would overpower you, especially since you'd seen him pocket your phone and keys) you wandered over to the bags that Bucky brought in. It was mostly clothing and you realised with another pang of fear that it was for you. There were bags from jewellers and there was, worst of all, a white wedding dress. When you pulled it from its bag to examine it, you realised with horror that it was the one you'd been glancing at longingly in that dress boutique you'd been in earlier. That's where they'd seen you...you realised with a start that you'd noticed them too, staring at you, but you hadn't realised who either of them were.

You turned your back on Steve and cried once more. You fled from the room in search of your cat, pretending that Steve wasn't slyly following after you, and when you found him you immediately swept him up and peppered him with teary kisses. Your cat held onto you tightly, glaring at Steve with suspicion. There was no one you had a stronger bond with than this cat.

When Bucky returned a few hours later, he had a marriage license in his hand. You didn't want to know how he'd forged it, giving the both of them the silent treatment and hugging your cat close to you. Steve had tried to speak to you but you'd turned down his every attempt, trying to go about your day as you would have without him, wrapping gifts and trying your hardest to keep busy so that panic wouldn't overtake your mind. The moment it did, Steve would be there to put you back together again.

“Twenty-four hours to go, then,” Steve smiled triumphantly.

Bucky walked over to you and glanced down at your clothing. You were sitting cross legged on the floor with wrapping paper spread out in front of you. Bucky towered over you, casting a tall shadow over the work you were doing. “You're basically sodden,” he said. Your clothes were still wet from the snow outside, even though you'd been in for hours. “Go shower, doll. You'll warm up.”

You didn't want to shower. You didn't want to leave these men in your home, unsupervised with your belongings and your cat. You didn't want to let your guard down.

“I'm not cold,” you shrugged him off, avoiding meeting his eyes. You continued your task of wrapping presents, writing your cousin's name on a gift tag and securing it to the box. You were shocked when a cold hand pulled you up by your arm, caging you and holding your whole arm hostage. You didn't have much choice as Bucky forcibly directed you to the bathroom.

He shoved you in there and waited at the threshold. When you tentatively went to shut the door, he stopped you from closing it entirely. “Take all the time you need, but don't lock the door,” he commanded.

Ire rose up in you again and you at first planned to refuse his command, but you felt so vulnerable that all you could do was nod and watch as he closed the door slowly, eyes staring into yours, searching for any sign of dissent.

Finally alone, you felt no sense of relief. You wandered over to the shower and turned it on. Briefly, you contemplated stripping off and showering like normal, however the knowledge of the unlocked door rested heavily in your mind and you found yourself unwilling to undress. Thus, you stepped into the shower fully clothed and finally allowed yourself to cry.

So lost in your distress, you hardly noticed as the door opened a few minutes later. You turned in shock when you caught a man's reflection in the tiles of the shower and backed up against the wall.

“Get out,” you hissed at him.

Bucky was looking at you in confusion and, worryingly, dismay. “Why are you showering with your clothes on, doll?” It was a question that needed no answer, the both of you knew that. But still he came prowling towards you, discarding clothes as he went. The more skin that was revealed, the more terrified you became. Thankfully he left his boxers on as he, horrifyingly, stepped into the shower with you.

“Get away from me!” you cried as you reached out to grab you. You made to escape from the shower but he caught you by the waist and held you firmly against his chest. “No, please stop! I'll shower properly if you just get out!”

But it was no use. Bucky started to meticulously peel the soaking layers from your body. As difficult as the task was, he had no problem in keeping you firmly within his grasp, his metal arm unmovable, his grip unyielding. Eventually he got you down to your underwear and held you close as you began to sob. He tucked his chin over your shoulder and hummed in your ear.

“It's okay, doll,” he murmured, “I just want to help you. This is good for us.” He said this as he ran his fingers along the edges of your underwear, rolling the cotton between his fingers. You pulled your hands away from the arm that was holding you in place and held them against your panties and your bra, hoping that you could deter him from stripping you any further.

“Come on, doll, stop fighting,” he chided, “I want to see you.” When your hands did not fall away he batted them away harshly and used both hands to undo your bra clasp and then rip the panties apart so that the only thing stopping them from falling to the floor was your thighs, tightly squeezed together as a shield.

Your bra was pushed down your shoulders until it too was gone from your body. Your tears were not visible as they mixed with the running water of the shower, but your distress was painfully obvious from the way you hiccuped and failed to catch your breath. Bucky took hold your shoulders and turned you around, lightly backing you up into the cold shower wall. He pressed himself against you, and you were thankful for the thin layer of protection between you and his hardened member, and leaned back, drinking you in with thirsty eyes.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, thumb ghosting over your nipple. You leaned your head back into the wall and looked to the ceiling, focusing simply on breathing. Bucky allowed you the small reprieve as he examined your body, plucking away the scraps of fabric between your thighs and running his fingers along your body.

Bucky did not linger long. After stripping you, he left you standing humiliated and defeated in the shower as he discarded his wet boxers – which utterly horrified you for a moment – and thankfully redressed in his dry clothes. As he got to the door, he turned back and took in your naked, wet figure a final time.

“Be out in five, Steve and I need to talk to you.” Then he left.

...

You took every moment of the time that Bucky had allotted to you. When you finally emerged from the bathroom, your cat was sitting at the door and he immediately wrapped himself around your bare leg. You'd clothed yourself in a bathrobe but had nothing on underneath. You made to go for your bedroom to get changed but Steve intercepted your path and redirected you into the lounge.

“What's there to talk about?” You asked stubbornly, keeping your legs tightly closed together and glaring resolutely out of the window, watching the snow storm outside. Your cat came to snuggle in your lap, leaning heavily into you and watching the two men warily. Whenever one of them would lift their hand or move too suddenly, he would flinch and back up even further into you. You kept a hand on him, gently stroking his fur to soothe him.

You couldn't even look at Bucky after what he had done to you in the shower. For whatever reason, seeing you was the extent of it, but it had been so humiliating and violating that the loss of autonomy brought on by your impending forced marriage was secondary to what Bucky had done.

“We'll marry tomorrow,” Steve told you, “After that I'll move some of my stuff in. Then, on Christmas, you'll introduce me to your family as your loving husband and Bucky as my best man, and your closest friend. You'll make your apologies for inviting no one to the wedding and then we'll leave to enjoy Christmas here, the three of us.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You thought that you might die.

“I don't want this.”

“Tough shit, doll.”

Bucky's harshness astounded you and it was enough to get you to finally look at him, though you looked away almost immediately.

Steve sighed, edging closer to you. There was a striking difference between the ways they looked at you. Steve looked at you with near reverence whereas Bucky eyed you warily, a dangerous glint in his eye. As if he were waiting for you to make your move against them so that he could swiftly put your insurrection down.

“We'll give you the night to get accustomed to this. You have two bedrooms, right?” Steve looked you in the eye questioningly. You frowned at him, dumbfounded by what he meant. He was right, of course. Whilst you were in the shower Steve had been rooting through your house. He knew the answer to his own question. A master ensuite bedroom and one guest bedroom, always set up in case you might have someone round, but you never did. When you didn't answer, Steve added, “Bucky can sleep on the couch tonight.”

Before you could wrap your head around what he was saying, Steve was pulling you up by the elbow, allowing you just enough time to gather your cat in your arms, and was directing you through your home to your bedroom. He nudged you in there and as you turned back around you noticed that the key that was usually in the lock on the inside of the room was in his hand.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he went to close the door on you.

“Wait!” you called out. You thought that it was because you made no move to escape that Steve did as you asked, “I need cat food.”

Steve laughed softly. The strangeness of the situation was not lost on him. He had forced himself into your home, declared that the two of you were to be wed the day after, implied that you were to be shared with his friend, threatened you, and encouraged his friend to take advantage of you in the shower, yet you cared most about the welfare of your cat. He knew in his heart that you would make a good mother – that he had chosen his wife well.

��There's already some in there,” he told you and bade you goodnight once more. You didn't fight it as the door shut and the lock clicked. All you could do was hold your cat and hope that this was all a terrible nightmare and that you would wake in the morning in a world where neither of Steve nor Bucky knew you existed.

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thezombieprostitute · 1 year ago

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A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty this is my first entry for the Bingo card combining “jealousy” and “bridesmaid”. Tall reader (no other physical descriptors). Possible Triggers/Warnings: mentions of wedding stress, bridezillas, overbearing mothers.

“Jake, you’ve got to stop pouting. You knew you wouldn’t be one of the groomsmen when you agreed to this.”

“I’m not pouting,” Jake replied curtly. “You just look so beautiful in that dress and he’s the one that’s gonna be in all the photos with you.”

“So, you’re jealous that Rogers is going to be in a few photos with me,” you ask incredulously.

He nods as he replies, “I know it’s silly but I like being in photos with you. People will look at photos from the wedding and think you and Steve were together. I have a hard enough time believing someone as wonderful as you is with me, so it just…irks me when I think of other people confirming that.”

“Jake,” you softly intoned, putting your arms around his shoulders. “There are going to be hundreds of photos taken at the wedding and reception. There’ll be maybe three or four where I’m paired with Steve. The rest of the photos that have me, will also have you. I promise.”

Jake smiled back at you, “thanks for not thinking of my jealousy as being needy or something.”

“Not at all,” you smile. “I think it’s sweet. I’ve never had someone jealous over me before. And it’s for such a sweet reason.” You lean in to kiss him and he kisses back with gentle enthusiasm. “Besides, the only reason I got paired with Rogers is because he’s the only groomsman taller than me and the Mother-of-the-Bride is insistent that if any bridesmaid is taller than the groomsman it’ll ‘ruin the photos’ or something like that.”

“Is she really that bad?”

You nod, “yeah, she’s a real bridezilla. So much so Bucky and Nat have contemplated eloping so that they can actually have a happy wedding.”

“Ouch,” Jake cringed. “You know, if they do elope, we don’t have to spend hours with a bunch of people we barely know and I don’t have to worry about the photos…”

You stare into his beautiful blue eyes and scold, “Jake, no. They’ve got enough stress to deal with and they’ve already put a lot of money into this wedding. The best thing we can do for them is to not add to their problems and, maybe, try to keep Nat’s mom from going too ballistic.”

“Okay, okay. They’re your friends, you want to support them, so I want to support them as well.”

“You’re such a great boyfriend,” you say as you give him several small kisses. “Did you know that?”

“So you tell me,” he smiles, eagerly returning the kisses. “We should get some rest, I suppose. Gotta be ready to go first thing in the morning.”

The next morning you’re not woken up by your alarm, but rather your phone continuously buzzing. You shouldn’t be surprised, it’s the day of the wedding so the chat group is likely going to be super active. You’re definitely not surprised that all but a few of the notifications are from Nat’s mom. What does surprise you is the first notification from Nat, a text saying “got married last night. Had a blast! Here’s a link to the photos!” You smile from ear to ear and type out, “congrats! Have a happy honeymoon!” and quickly mute your phone and cuddle up to Jake.

“What was all that about,” he asked, voice heavy with sleep.

“Let’s just say, you and I can now spend all day in bed together. Photos optional.”

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scorchedthesnake · 15 days ago

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April 12, 2019

Things started to go downhill a few months into the year. One day in mid-March I had this hunch I should call my mother. We hadn't spoken in about a week and I just had this feeling. When she answered the phone, her voice was shaking and she said, "Evan, I'm in a lot of trouble." She had just seen the image of the mass in her breast. I spent a week in Palm Springs at swim camp before heading to London for a full-team work off-site where it became clear the new CCAO wanted me gone. And then I reached out to Roger to see about scheduling my next trip to Austin to see him, and he said that he had to have a conversation with someone first before we could set plans. When he didn't respond within a day, I came to understand that meant he'd met someone down there, and was seeing how serious it was. He confirmed this by text, and that was it.

I had met Roger in 2017, when I went to Homoclimbtastic for the first time (Homoclimbtastic is the national queer rock climbing convention, held in West Virginia every summer). We were driving into the campground and he was walking up the driveway and Matt said, oh, you'll need to meet this guy, you'll like him. And sure enough, I really did like him. We flirted while climbing and swimming for a couple days, then one night around the campfire we talked and drew closer and pretty soon I had my arms around him and kissed him. I noticed this was the absolute limit of the public affection such a shy man was okay with. We spent the rest of the trip together, and a couple months later I went to Austin to visit. Our relationship then mostly consisted of this: me coming to Austin, or meeting up on climbing trips to various dirtbag places all over the country. He was interviewing for jobs in Denver so we visited and thought about maybe both moving there. He was my date to weddings, and we had done New Year's in Mexico the previous January. And now I knew, he was already dating the new guy when we took that trip. It was fine: we had always agreed that if either of us met someone in our own cities, we'd give that priority. But we'd also tell the other it was coming, which he didn't do.

I confess that one of the reasons I had been spending so much time at the McKittrick Hotel in early 2019 is because of one performer, who just happened to look a lot like Roger. No, really, I'm not being crazy, look at these photos:

It wasn't Nate Carter's fault that his first cast photo made him look like that. But, Nate also happened to be the biggest breath of fresh air Sleep No More had experienced in a very, very long time. Nate loved Sleep No More, as he said when he left, he was absolutely a fan of the show himself. On some extremely visceral, fundamental level, he understood the kind of mischief and malevolence in all of his roles, the kind of play the show had always intended to make possible for performers and for audience, given the right levels of trust between and among them. He did insane and insanely awesome things every loop, like throwing a drink in my face, or choking me, or making a taxidermy ferret platter. It was always something new and something wild with Nate, and it brought back all the joy, danger and sex appeal that had gone astray in the middle years.

So on this night, I was back in New York and incredibly upset, and at the show looking for some solace. I was sipping my whiskey in Manderley when a text came from Roger. He said he'd be in New York for work the next week and wondered if I might want to meet up and talk? This from a guy who didn't really text... ever; or talk, ever, unless pressured. I didn't know what to do. But there he was making a mess of my safe place from thousands of miles away.

And Nate was on that night as Boy Witch.

I followed him dutifully through his loop, distracted by the familiarity of his face. I dressed him, which is a scene I hate because it is stressful, and painful to see someone in such agony, but you have to be there to help him put himself back together. And I go to this scene because it leads to my favorite interaction on that loop, which comes next: he takes my hand and we race breathlessly down the stairs, until the last flight when he lets go and disappears around the corner, far enough ahead of me to surprise me and push me into the wall.

He holds me by the throat, leans in and kisses my face. He says “thank you.” All of this is familiar, it’s what I know is coming, and its comfort is why I am here.

He turns to walk away, but then he stops. Turning slowly, he comes back to me and presses his hand into my chest. He lingers and stares.

“Your heart sings,” he says. My broken heart sings.

I didn't get to actually speak with Nate until nearly a year later but by then we knew each other pretty well anyway - I followed him a lot and he knew he could mess with me however he pleased. During the pandemic shutdown he told me: he could tell something was up that night, that I was with him but not, that something uncanny was with us both as we did the loop. And he said he could tell I was hurting somehow, and just wanted to recognize it in some way. He of course had no idea of any of it: my mom, my dumb job, my dumb ex who looked like him. But it was one of Nate's great gifts as a performer, that he could read someone instantly, and that he was unafraid to bend a rule or stretch a character just a bit to make the connection, because he knew that was actually the job.

We were blessed to have him in the hotel for many years and many roles (but never the Porter, because God does not grant us every wish). I don't know if anyone ever embodied the spirit of the show in quite the complete and perfect way Nate did, and he showed that while nostalgia was well and good, the Hotel was living and breathing and thriving, even in its ninth and eleventh and twelfth years.

Nate, you're forever in the pantheon, and we wish you all the happiness and peace and joy in the world.

*and to follow up as you may have worried: my mom was treated, and has been cancer free for five years now.

#sleep no more #sleepnomore #mckittrick hotel #punchdrunk #sleepnomorenyc #mckittrick #nate carter #sleep no more nyc

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SteveTony Weekly - February 12

Hey friends, this week has been--really not good. I didn’t read much at all--I apologize for that. Hopefully we’ll get more next week.

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Submission Hold by Letterblade

"Tony," Steve says, somewhat gently. "So you're saying, what, that you like it when I hold you down?"

Sacrifice Play by Amonet

“I like you a lot actually,” Tony says because he can’t lie when Steve looks at him like that. “Maybe a bit too much.”

Tony hadn't expected to have to explain to Steve why he tries to save the Captains life every time he gets himself in danger because it isn't like Steve cared about him, right? Turns out, Steve wants to solve this problem right now and he doesn't let Tony make excuses. Misunderstandings ensue, get resolved and maybe they've both been wrong all along?

Open Your Eyes by missbecky

Steve and Tony's friendship finally appears to be heading for more. Now if only Steve could find the right time to tell Tony the truth. In which many things are resolved, Steve is clueless, there are Christmas presents and mistletoe and kisses, and oh yeah, Tony makes it snow.

I've Got Something So Sweet by Reioka

Tony bakes when stressed, and the holidays are apparently some of the most stressful weeks for him. Steve reaps the benefits, even if everyone does give him the side-eye for eating so many sweets.

Folded Hearts by FestiveFerret

As if the box of ornaments Tony was unloading had read his mind, the next one he pulled out was a small, delicately folded, origami swan, the creases worn to white on the blue and red paper, its beak permanently crooked.

Tony's heart ached as he cradled the tiny bird. Steve Rogers. He hated to use the phrase "the one that got away," since he and Steve still texted regularly, but man, it sure felt like he was.

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Flipping Through Channels by KandiSheek

When Loki hits Tony and Steve with an illusion spell during their fight, Tony is prepared for torture, nightmares, the whole shebang. What he's not prepared for is being trapped in a kitschy eighties rom-com with him and Steve as the protagonist and love interest.

And why the hell does Loki want them to kiss so badly?

There's a First Time for Everything by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

"What are you, Cap, some kind of masochist?"

Later, Steve will blame his response to Stark's quip on the heavy-duty painkillers Bruce is administering via IV in serum-resistant doses. He smirks, hissing just a little at the way the motion pulls at the cuts on his face, and looks at Tony dead-on with his one open eye.

"Buy me a drink and maybe I'll tell you."

the slowest runner in all the world by silkspectred

Tony was pregnant in Siberia. Steve didn't know.

[This is the main story that frames all the others.]

oscillations by silkspectred

Steve and Tony rebuild their relationship.

Just For Now by complicationstoo

Tony and Steve have never gotten along, but when Tony lies to his mom about bringing his boyfriend to his cousin's wedding, he needs someone to play the part. Lucky for him, Steve agrees, and the two might just get a little more than they anticipated out of it.

Together by tinystark616

Carol has rescued Tony from space, and now he has to confront his feelings for Steve while processing the trauma of losing the fight to Thanos. Tony realizes that the Steve that came back to him isn't the same Steve he used to know, but that he has changed as well.

Tomorrow Belongs To Me by valtyr

Steve wakes up in the 21st Century. He doesn't think much of it, and it's dubious about him. He meets a Norse God, joins a superhero team, and feels terribly awkward about the whole monument at Arlington he's rendered obsolete by not being dead. Meanwhile, Tony is trying to make his mark on history by being the man who finally drove Nick Fury over the edge.

Sleep Sisyphus (Guard your Star) by Diomedes

Howard says Stark men are made of iron and this is not one of his lies.

Iron is useful: it can be forged into weapons and bridges and keys alike. Iron is blood and magnets and the spinning core of the Earth. It is fool’s gold, it is armour. It is the heaviest element found in the heart of stars but much too heavy for a boy’s heart to carry.

Tony will never forgive his father this inheritance.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic #stevetony #stevetony fic recs #stony #stony fic #stony fic rec #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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docterdenseif · 2 years ago

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Alyosha POV Interlude - Spoiler

Hello Everybody. I'm not quite ready to post the Zeus Spoiler, so instead, I am posting a small scene that I have written that takes place in the middle of the chapter. I hope you all enjoy.

Small spoilers ahead, of course

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The machinery of the cargo ramp whiring to life signals Ruby Squad that they are approaching the drop zone. Dropping over civilian areas is not the usual MO, but extenuating circumstances and all that. Alyosha closes the thick book he is reading and tucks it away behind the seat, storing it for later. The winds were causing the pages to flutter, and his mind was preoccupied.

“Thirty seconds, boss.” Alyosha’s eyes roam over the man sitting on his right. Well, not really a man. The boy is only 18 years old. He began as Alyosha’s second eleven months ago. Alyosha has put him through hellish training, but the kid hasn’t complained a single time despite everything. At first, Alyosha disliked the idea of his second being so young, but Jay had proved incredibly talented. It also helped that his augment was one of a kind. If he honed it enough, Alyosha has no doubt that this kid would one day be a great Praetor, or whatever he set his mind to. This is why his stomach clenches at the idea that he may now lead such a talented youngling to their death. As his senior, it is his job to protect buds that have not yet bloomed, but here he is, bringing it to the furnace. Jay checks the flaps of his wingsuit, and when he finds them satisfactory, he takes his place, waiting by the open cargo ramp.

Alyosha’s eyes scan over the rest of Ruby Squad. His eyes first find Jaurez, the senior most member of the unit.

He attended his second daughter’s baby shower last month. Jaurez catches his gaze and sends Alyosha a nod and smile. Alyosha returns a brittle smile before turning his attention to Paramella, their weapons master. She’s engaged, and her wedding is in three months.

“Everyone, listen up.” All eyes are on Alyosha as he speaks. “None of you, under any circumstances, are to even get within a hundred meters of this opponent. The game plan will be simple for this rogue. The twelve of you are to take up positions in high vantage points and will support me with sniper fire. We will not go for a net capture, nor will you employ your stun batons.”

Jaurez’s eyes widen in confusion. “Sure, I don’t mind. But why?” As he speaks, he fiddles with his wedding ring, a nervous tick Alyosha has picked up on over the years.

“Because I want you guys to live, at least, no matter what happens.”

“You think you might lose?” Jay quirks his eyebrow as he speaks. A bit of pride swells up in Alyosha’s chest. He always stressed the importance of being perceptive during training. Alyosha rises to his feet and removes the clothing on his upper body. It never survives the fight anyway. Alyosha grabs his trademark motorcycle helmet off the hook on the wall and slides it over his head. “Yes. At the very least, I won’t be able to protect all of you like I normally can.”

“Don’t worry, boss, we can take care of ourselves.” The confidence in Jay’s voice just causes more worry and panic to bubble into Alyosha’s gut.

“I know.” He lies. Not against this foe, they can’t. He had the time to observe some live footage as they flew over. What a monster. “But I believe this to be the best plan regardless, so it’s what we are going with.”

“Roger.” All twelve repeat at once. Not one member of his squad questions his judgment.

“Paramella, it’s time.” The woman nods, reaches into one of the pockets in her belt, and pulls out twelve bullets. At first glance, they appear to be normal fifty caliber bullets, but the purple rings lining them give away their true nature.”

“Holy shit! Twelve!” Jay picks up one of the pullets and spins it in his fingers. “How much did you have to pay for these things?”

“Two billion USD per.”

“Fuck me! Black market price?” Jaurez yells as he stores his bullet from Paramella’s palm in his pocket. “The U.N. is going to be pissed if we use these.”

Alyosha just shrugs. “Well, what do you expect? They were banned at the Fifth Geneva Convention. Don’t worry; I’ll take all the blowback. Use them if you need to. Kaya will hate it, though, so don’t tell her.” Alyosha takes his place in the center of the crowd, staring down at Edmonton below.

“Are you sure, boss?” For the first time in a while, Jay seems sheepish. “This seems like it could go wrong in so many ways.” Ruby squad all turn and look towards their leader, whose eyes burn like rubies, visible through the black tinted visor of his helmet.

“I’m sure. To think I agreed to do all this, and my price was only one bottle of booze. What a shit deal. When we get back, I’ll get the iron hag to buy us one bottle each.” Alyosha smiles. It’s a nice dream, and Alyosha prays for it to come true.

BZZZZ

The red light above the ramp turns green, signaling the drop. Ruby squad hollers and cheers at their bosses’ proclamation as they plunge towards Edmonton.

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scottsummersevents · 1 year ago

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or the Sexy Days of Summers Event happening right now we've invited Scott Summers (Cyclops) fans to take part in spreading more love for him out there on the internet by creating fanfiction, fanart, fan works, etc. to celebrate our favorite X-Men leader and the possibility of what if. For the duration of this challenge so far we've received some really incredible submissions with super rare pairings that are new to us. For the month of September we'd like to share some of those and also share some various fandom creations along the way in terms of content. Some might be an old favorite pairing while others might be something in terms of shipping you've never considered before.

Today's spotlight pairing is another rare pairing that is generating some steam as of late. Whether you've thought about it or not it is well worth taking a look at researching further!

Below under the cut you can take a look at this pairing and see what fun it could prove to be!

Also if you have a favorite Scott pairing and a fanfic that you've written or that you love, then feel free to drop us a note and let us know so we can showcase it in the future!

Stay tuned for more duo spotlights coming soon!

If it be your pleasure to cross the sleeping green between by Wolfsheart (Rated E) Two weeks before Thanksgiving, the two often at-war teams finally sat down and realized that they’d be better off working together more. Their enemies were usually the same, their goals consistently similar if not the same. Only their methods tilted toward disagreement, and after the yelling match had come to an end – bless Emma and her take no bullshit manners – they’d all realized that methods could be compromised on easier than choosing a place to have lunch together. After the bruised egos were set aside and they actually talked with each other, as opposed to at each other, the laughter and teasing started, and they’d all settled on the impossible.

Cooking and sharing meals together for the holidays.

We'll Work It Out by scottxlogan (Rated E) Scott pays Alex a visit and starts thinking about his future. When a walk through the city has him crossing paths with an old friend turned enemy will sparks fly as Scott discovers a new lover in his life?

The Date by scottxlogan (Rated E) Scott makes a shocking discovery when the big day for Alex and his wedding arrives. Faced with a stressful situation and feeling left out after a wedding disaster, Scott is relieved when Steve finally shows up to lend his boyfriend a hand by giving him the escape he so desperately needs to unwind. Together they find an escape and a little passion before facing reality again.

Crash Landing by scottxlogan (Rated M) After a failed mission Scott Summers and Steve Rogers make a crash landing where Scott stews over his failures until Steve decides it's time to offer up a different kind of distraction.

Back then by LittleDesertFlower (Rated G) They’re reunited over the mundane in their shared duty, but the memories of what was and could have been—maybe could still be—bind them together much, much more efficiently than duty and defiance ever did, whether they like it or not.

Leadership by walrusface (Rated M) Scott and Steve snatch a rare moment together between battles.

Frying Pans and Fire Extinguishers by orphan_account Scott Summers is a dead man. Not in the sense that he's actually dead, but in the sense that there is no logical reason for a man in his position to report his rejoining this life. It's a hell of a lot easier attempting to be a good person again when no one you love knows you exist. The problems begin when your old enemies show up and start to drag you into conflicts, because they know that they can use it too.

Teamwork by scottxlogan (Rated T) A training session takes a surprising turn for Scott and Steve when they come together to work team cooperation with one another.

Hero by Wolfsheart (Rated T) Scott has been fighting his whole life, and today was no different. Another day, another bullet wound, another chance to sacrifice himself for Charles' dream. Maybe today is the day he finally fulfills that sacrifice. Only Steve's not having that at all.

Lost in Fantasy by scottxlogan (Rated E) Scott Summers has always had a secret fantasy that he wasn't brave enough to share until his new boyfriend encouraged Scott to be honest with what he wanted. In doing so, Scott's boyfriend pulls together a sexy night of fun with a guest sure to turn Scott's world around as the two Avengers are more than ready to show Scott exactly what he needs.

On Saturdays, we wear red by StormXPadme (Rated E) In which the Mutant High gets a visit by Captain America and Logan personally makes sure, the unexpected guest is too distracted to tell SHIELD too much X-Men Interna.

Wrong in all the right ways by StormXPadme (Rated E) Eating off of each other

If this is what we've got, then what we've got is gold by StormXPadme (Rated E) "Don't come yet," Steve reminded Scott sternly, and Scott was pretty sure, if he was to survive this morning, he would strangle his boyfriend in his sleep.

Inspiration: The Muse by scottxlogan (Rated E) Scott Summers was tired of being the guy on the outside always a step behind in earning the respect of the team, but after his latest attempt at winning Jean's heart is once again thwarted by Warren, Scott decides to make his own way in the world. Looking to earn some extra cash on the side Scott decides to pose for an art class as a nude model at a community college where his night only gets bombarded by the arrival of his long time secret crush Steve Rogers, who is enrolled in the class as well. Fearing he'll be exposed in more ways than one after the class is over, Scott finds himself in a surprising moment where Steve offers him a proposal far too delicious to refuse.

#scott summers #cyclops #scottsummersbingo #scott summers bingo #sexy days of summers #steve rogers #captain america

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waywardxrhea · 11 months ago

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Part Fifty-One: Two Hearts, Just You and Me

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence.

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Word count: 2.6k

Steve and Emma's wedding day finally arrives!

A few more weeks pass and it's finally the big day. Emma is a nervous wreck, pacing around her old bedroom while Maria and Natasha are in the small bathroom getting themselves ready before helping Emma get ready for the ceremony.

"Em, what's up? You are way too stressed right now," Maria says as she emerges into the bedroom all dolled up.

Emma stops her pacing and sighs, telling her, "It's just that Wanda still hasn't answered any of my calls, texts, or anything in the last few weeks about the wedding. I got more of a response from Groot than I have her and it's worrying me... And then there's the whole thing about you and Fury having to go off-world soon... Then you know there's kinda the whole thing where I'm getting married to the love of my life today, that's a thing that's happening..."

"Emma!" Maria laughs, putting her hands on her friend's shoulders to stop her rambling. "First of all, I'm sure Wanda is fine, she's just dealing with her grief and if that means spending time by herself for a while, that's how it is. You can't change it. I dealt with the same feeling when you went missing, but trust me it'll be okay. Just breathe."

"Okay. Right. She's just dealing with things. I had five years to deal with my feelings, she just needs time," Emma says as she breathes in and out with Maria.

"And about the whole going off-world thing, I am really sorry to drop that on you on such short notice, but when duty calls you know the drill."

"Totally. I'm just glad you're both here for the wedding."

"See, there's that optimism," Maria says softly, a smile on her lips.

"Just like Steve," Nat says as she makes her way out of the bathroom.

Maria lets out a low whistle and Emma says, "Well I'll be damned, I think you're gonna outdress me."

"Nonsense. It's your day, you're the star," Nat tells her. "That dress we picked out is gonna take his breath away, promise."

"Thank you," Emma says as she blows a breath out, still trying to calm her nerves.

Maria looks at her phone for the time and says, "It's getting close, are you ready to get dressed?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Emma replies with a smile.

Once Emma has her makeup and hair done and is in the dress, Maria carefully dabs some tears from the corners of her eyes at the sight of her friend. "Oh Maria, don't do that, you'll make me cry too," Emma tells her as she gives her a hug.

"Sorry, I'm just happy for you. To think that when I met you, you had sworn off love after your last breakup and now you're here getting married!"

"I'm just really happy I gave it another chance," Emma says. She wanders over to her dresser and grabs something before asking, "Hey, can you put this necklace on me?"

"Sure," Maria replies as she takes the necklace from Emma. She studies it for a second before asking, "Wasn't this Grammie's?"

Emma nods as she takes a breath and lets it out before saying, "Even though she can't be here I'm happy I have the necklace."

"How'd you get it?" Maria asks as she fastens it around Emma's neck.

"Well you see, I was the guinea pig with the time machine that was used to bring your ass back," Emma tells her with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Oh well excuse me Miss Time Travel," Maria laughs. "So how did that work? Getting the necklace and all?"

"Well I went back to...to that day and I was with her until her last breath. It's what I wanted, so when I got the opportunity to see her again, I jumped at the chance... I just wish she could be here now."

"I know, Em," Maria replies quietly before gently rubbing Emma's shoulders comfortingly.

"Well enough being sad, I don't have time to ruin my makeup," Emma says with a laugh.

She takes a deep breath and turns to Natasha, asking, "Hey can you go get Sam for me? I need to ask him something."

A little while later, the chairs by the dock are filled with people whom Emma and Steve have met throughout the years. Tony sits with his family, Thor sits with the Guardians, Banner takes up a few chairs himself, Clint's whole family is there along with Natasha's sister Yelena, Scott is there with his family and the Van Dynes, and Shuri sits next to T'Challa both dressed to the nines in the finest Wakandan silk. A few others from the town, work, and family friends are also in attendance. Beside the memory table sits a few empty seats for the spirits of those they lost along the way like Grammie and Gramps as well as Steve's mom and Vision. Above everyone in the sky is Emma's drone SAM flying about getting footage of the wedding so they can have a good memory to look back at after all of this is over.

Steve stands up front with Fury who is taking up the position of the officiate, Bucky as his best man, and Sam as a groomsman. Standing opposite them are Maria and Natasha, all waiting for Emma to make her appearance. After everyone is seated, Sam takes a breath and whispers to Steve, "I'll be right back."

Before Sam can leave, Steve chuckles and says, "Sam I'm supposed to be the nervous one here, not you!"

"I'm not nervous there's just something I gotta do," Sam tells him and pats his back before running up the aisle and into the lodge.

From beside Steve, Fury leans over and asks, "Are you nervous?"

"As all hell, but in the best possible way," Steve tells him with a smile. After this, he leans over to Bucky and asks, "Do you know where Sam went?"

"You'll see," Bucky replies with a smile and a pat on the back as the music starts to play, a recording of Emma playing a 40s jazz version of Here Comes the Bride.

The door to the lodge opens and out comes Emma with her arm linked with Sam's. "Thank you for walking me down the aisle," Emma whispers as they come out of the door.

"Anything for you," Sam says with a smile as they come into view.

Emma can't help the huge smile on her face seeing Steve all dressed up in a sharp tuxedo. At the front, Steve smiles from ear to ear as well and wipes a few tears from his eye after seeing Emma and having the moment sink in.

Once Sam and Emma reach the altar, Fury asks, "Now, Sam, do you support Emma in her marriage to Steve today?"

Sam smiles and says, "Yes sir."

Fury smiles a rare genuine smile and says, "Then let's begin."

Steve takes Emma's hands in his and before Fury can start speaking, he whispers, "Wow you look...stunning!"

"As do you, my love," Emma whispers back, trying not to cry and ruin her makeup.

From beside the pair, Fury pulls up his book that everyone helped put together for the ceremony and begins speaking. "When it comes to finding that special person in your life, sometimes you just know. As we all bear witness to this union of Steve and Emma we can all see that to be true. Now, it took them years to finally grow up and stop dodging their feelings, but I think we can all agree that we're glad they did."

There's a small bit of laughter from the little audience at the joke before Fury continues on with, "Many stories we read and shows we watch like to depict love at first sight, but that isn't how it was with these two. Steve and Emma's relationship is built on a friendship that had been through some tough times but only grew stronger because of it. So instead of calling it love at first sight, I'd like to call it love at each sighting because that's what it is between these two. Their love grows stronger for each other every day and will continue for all their years to come."

Sam clears his throat and says, "Amen to that!"

Steve and Emma smile wide, neither breaking the other's gaze, content in the presence of one another while listening to Fury continue his speech. "Now it's time for the declaration of intent, so I will ask, does anyone here object to this marriage? It's time to speak now or forever hold your peace and whatnot."

This earns a laugh from everyone and when no one says anything, Natasha mumbles, "That's what I thought..."

"Great, so now it is time to begin joining these two together with all of you as a witness to their love and commitment to each other." Fury turns to Steve and asks, "Steve, do you take Emma to be the one? The one you hold above all others, the one you hold in the highest regard, the one you hold when she needs to be held, and the one you hold first and foremost in your heart and soul?"

Joy fills Steve as he smiles and nods. "I do."

Fury nods and turns to Emma, asking, "Emma, do you take Steve to be the one? The one you hold above all others, the one you hold in the highest regard, the one you hold when he needs to be held, and the one you hold first and foremost in your heart and soul?"

Emma nods quickly, and whispers, "I do."

Fury then turns to Bucky and asks, "May I please see the wedding rings?"

"You may," Bucky replies and pulls the box holding them out of his pocket.

Fury opens the box and says, "See now, these rings have no end much like your love for each other has no end. These rings are made of the strongest metal on the planet and will be able to withstand whatever life throws your way much like your love will. As I understand, the two of you have your own vows written?"

"We do," Steve says.

"The stage is yours then," Fury tells him.

Steve clears his throat and squeezes Emma's hands before starting. "Emma... I don't even know where to start. I am so thankful to have had the chance to meet you. You are one of the hardest-working and most dedicated people I've ever met. You're also the kindest, most caring, and most loving person in the world. Knowing what you've been through in life it sometimes blows my mind how much you still trust in the world and its people, but that just shows how beautiful your soul is. When I came out of the ice, you helped this scared, paranoid, and confused man understand his new world and I'm so happy it was you. You took your time with me, helped me understand things when they weren't clicking, and just wanted to help me feel happy and at home. For that I'm grateful, but what I'm more grateful for is the friendship that came out of that chance meeting. That friendship that turned into what we have now, a love that I have and will put my life on the line for again and again because I couldn't stand to be in a world without you Emma. So after all these years, all these trials and battles we've been through together, I just want you. With this ring I take you, Emma, to be my wife. I promise to have you and to hold you, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part." By the end of Steve's speech, he has a few tears of happiness falling from his eyes as he slips the wedding band on Emma's finger.

In the audience, many people sit with tissues in hand wiping tears away. Emma wipes away a few tears from her own eyes at Steve's words and says, "Wow, now I'm not sure I'll make it through my vows."

"You've got this," Steve whispers to her with an encouraging squeeze of her hands.

This helps Emma regain her composure and she starts with, "Steve... It took me forever trying to figure out what I wanted to say to you for this moment. I probably have about a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost decided on today, just ask Bucky."

"It's true, she almost hit me with one," Bucky agrees with a chuckle.

This makes some people laugh before Emma continues on with her vows. "Point is, I write for a living, and even with all my years of putting the right words together, I still couldn't figure out the best ones for the perfect man standing in front of me. I did give it my best shot though, so here it goes: To the man standing in front of me. My rock, my light in the dark, the one that guides me through the tough times when I thought I wouldn't make it through, I love you. More than anything. Before I met you I thought I knew what love was. I was skeptical, afraid, and hurt by it. Then I met the guy who came out of that ice and warmed my heart into loving again. You showed me that love isn't supposed to hurt or be one-sided, but it's supposed to heal you, protect you, and care for you. The past five years I won't lie were some of the hardest times I've ever experienced, and without you being there by my side I wouldn't be standing here right now. You kept me going when I thought I couldn't, you kept up that giddy optimism that I love so much, and most importantly you were simply there for me when I needed someone to lean on. Life may not always be perfect, but with you by my side, I know that we'll always take it on together and get through anything. So that being said, with this ring, I take you, Steve, to be my husband. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part." Emma can't help the shaking in her hands as she tries to slip the ring on Steve's finger. He smiles as he helps steady her hand to get the ring on.

Fury subtly wipes a tear from his eye before saying, "With that being said, I will end with this sentiment to hold on to. Love is not static. Much like everything in life it's subject to change. The love you have for each other today is not the love you held for each other when you first met nor will it be the same love that you will experience in one, five, ten, hell even fifty years, but the love will always be yours. Because love is what memories you make together and the history you have with one another and as time goes on, those will change with your shared experiences. You two make sure to love each other every day and never give up on one another okay? So by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife. Steve, you may kiss your bride."

Joy radiates from both Steve and Emma as he takes her into his arms to kiss her gently. The crowd cheers and laughs as Emma pulls Steve closer, deepening the kiss. The two laugh as they pull away from one another, resting their foreheads together.

Emma looks deep into Steve's eyes and whispers, "Well hello there Mr. Rogers..."

"Hello to you too... Mrs. Rogers," Steve whispers before pulling her in for another kiss.

a/n: and just like that we have come to the end of the story! it's kinda bitter-sweet isn't it? this story has brought me so much joy, laughter, sadness, frustration, and most importantly love as cheesy as that sounds. it helped me expand my writing abilities and helped me escape reality for a while when all i needed was a world that i knew the ending to. it was great getting to know Emma as she introduced herself to me in this process and i can't wait for y'all to meet my other characters that i have brewing for my other stories (particularly Julianne in my Daredevil story, she's great). so until next time.

love always and excelsior!

~Brooke

taglist: @mrsevans90

#fanfic #marvel #captain america #slow burn #steve rogers #romance #fanfiction #friends to lovers #wedding #the end #Spotify

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scottxlogan · 2 years ago

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Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Master List

One Shots/Short Stories

Crash Landing (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating M) After a failed mission Scott Summers and Steve Rogers make a crash landing where Scott stews over his failures until Steve decides its time to offer up a different kind of distraction.

Teamwork (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating T) A training session takes a surprising turn for Scott and Steve when they come together to work team cooperation with one another.

Artistic Endeavors (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating M) Mood board and ficlet. Scott’s never been good at vocalizing his feelings, but Steve’s been working to bring the stoic leader of the X-Men team out of his shell. When Steve’s artistic inspiration takes them in a new direction inspired by Scott’s newfound courage to explore the sexier aspects of their relationship, a naughty invitation to a body painting adventure leads to passion and temptation in ways that opens Scott’s eyes to a new meaning of true pleasure. Steve’s artistic side fuels Scott’s fire and inspires an erotic art session sure to stay etched in Scott’s mind forever after his boyfriend’s ravenous sexual appetite leads them both to a place where anything and everything goes in the name of desire.

Refuge (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating E) Scott gives himself over to exploration in the safety of his lover's arms knowing that Steve is his one true comfort after everything he's endured on the outside of what they have together.

One Shot Series: We’ll Work It Out

We’ll Work It Out (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating E) Scott pays Alex a visit and starts thinking about his future. When a walk through the city has him crossing paths with an old friend turned enemy will sparks fly as Scott discovers a new lover in his life?

The Date (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating E) Scott makes a shocking discovery when the big day for Alex and his wedding arrives. Faced with a stressful situation and feeling left out after a wedding disaster, Scott is relieved when Steve finally shows up to lend his boyfriend a hand by giving him the escape he so desperately needs to unwind. Together they find an escape and a little passion before facing reality again.

Up in The Air (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating M) Steve Rogers was a man with a plan determined to win the ridiculous bet he made with Tony Stark a short while earlier, yet deep down he knew he was destined to lose after that night he found trouble outside a New York City nightclub when an old rival became a new lover. Now Steve struggles with his deal with Tony and the evolving relationship that he's fallen into with Scott knowing that to give himself to what it means to commit himself to Scott entirely will require him letting go of protecting his best friend from the hurt he's facing. Caught up in his struggles Steve decides to take a detour to figuring it out with Scott where things take a surprising turn between them.

Multi-Chapter Fics

Works in Progress

This is a section featuring works in progress fanfic that are multi-chapter stories I’ve done :) If one is part of a series, then the series is labeled at the beginning of the section! :)

Inspiration: The Muse (Pairing: Steve/Steve, Rating E) Scott Summers was tired of being the guy on the outside always a step behind in earning the respect of the team, but after his latest attempt at winning Jean's heart is once again thwarted by Warren, Scott decides to make his own way in the world. Looking to earn some extra cash on the side Scott decides to pose for an art class as a nude model at a community college where his night only gets bombarded by the arrival of his long time secret crush Steve Rogers, who is enrolled in the class as well. Fearing he'll be exposed in more ways than one after the class is over, Scott finds himself in a surprising moment where Steve offers him a proposal far too delicious refuse.

Steve Rogers/Scott Summers/Tony Stark

One Shots:

Lost in Fantasy (Steve Rogers/Scott Summers/Tony Stark, Rated E) Scott Summers has always had a secret fantasy that he wasn’t brave enough to share until his new boyfriend encouraged Scott to be honest with what he wanted. In doing so, Scott’s boyfriend pulls together a sexy night of fun with a guest sure to turn Scott’s world around as the two Avengers are more than ready to show Scott exactly what he needs.

Conflict Resolution (Steve Rogers/Scott Summers/Tony Stark, Rated E) Despite years of heavy tensions between them Scott, Tony and Steve have found a different approach to dealing with conflict resolution that has left them all with a much more desirable outcome between them.

#scott summers #steve rogers #captain america #cyclops #fanfic #master list #duos

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roguelov · 1 year ago

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This is my brain dump idea, please excuse my narrator commentary 😂 1.4k of info dump incoming! 🤭

Linaria Bonn of the Bonn family who have a monopoly on most major businesses within her home town.

Early Morning, reader has been up all night worrying about her wedding which will happen this day. It is arranged and while reader is from a wealthy family and has everything she needs and wants, she is very fearful of getting married to the Commodore in charge of her island. He’s older and not a very nice man. Her parents are forcing her into this for political reasons. Maids and everyone bustle in and get reader ready for the wedding. Reader feels like her corset is a trap. Once left alone, reader reaches a breaking point and bolts.

Reader is fleeing from her families manor through the back woods, makes it to the town (by now guards are after her and she has to hide periodically). She knows the ship schedule and that ships are departing so she makes a mad dash to the port. Reader goes up to Shanks, begs for help getting off the island now. Shanks doesn’t think it’s a good idea since she’s obvious a well kept lady, but he can clearly see she’s in a wedding dress, in distress, and running. The Marine’s reach the port and spot reader and reader freaks out, Shanks can’t leave a damsel in distress and wraps his cloak around her shoulders before hauling her up onto his shoulder (He’s one armed by still strong) So the Marine’s see him carting off reader over his shoulder and think he’s kidnapping her and try to stop him, but he and his ship get away.

Backstory of reader meeting the commodore on her sixteen birthday and her parents setting up her arranged marriage. She doesn’t want it, argues and is struck across the face for the first time in her life by her mother. Reader is sitting on a stack of boxes, surrounded by pirates.

Story of how reader got stuck in her arranged marriage, Shanks gives her his room to rest because clearly she’s been up all night worrying and stressing, and some clothes to change into. Reader thanks him and goes in. Only by dinner time the crew hadn’t heard anything from Reader. Shanks goes in with a tray of dinner, only to find reader curled in a corner. She couldn’t get her dress off because of how tightly the strings of her corset were tied (like she was never going to break free of the life her parents sold her for). Shanks set’s the tray down, talks to her and coaxes her to her feet before offering to help her untie her corset. He may be one armed but he’s still quite proficient, that makes reader flush and she agrees. So Shanks unties her corset, revealing the bruising reader has from her governess for when she was being too unyielding to the marriage, especially after she bolted the first time. Shanks brushes his fingers along the bruises, upset by them, reader tells him that today wasn’t the first time she tried running, it was her ditch effort. That just makes Shanks more happy that he helped her out.

He finished untying and leaves her to get dressed and eat alone if she wants, and if she is up to it, he and the crew are on the main deck having a drink. Reader get’s dressed, stares at the tray of food, then goes out to the main deck on good faith. She then realizes that they’re pirates by looking at the Jolly Roger, but shrugs it off because it was pirates who saved her from Marines. Hypocrisy. If there are bad marines, then there are good pirates.

Shanks and the crew plan a day out in a picturesque harbor village just for Lin, the crew is teasing Shanks nonstop about it and telling him to make a move while reader is oblivious to their teasing. So they have their day and it is marvelous and the sun is setting with them walking the boardwalk they stop to look t the setting sun and then they almost kiss (lips brushing) when they’re ambushed by Marines. So the pair go on a wild goose chase through the town to get back to the ship, Shanks is cursing out the commodore who is their for ruining the date but the reader starts giggling and laughing as they near the ship. Shanks only falls more in love with her as they escape onto the ship and set sail, the commodore starts shouting at him for stealing his bride as they leave through a snail speaker? Reader calls the commodore some creative insult and to rub salt into the wound, Shanks kisses reader in front of everyone. And it isn’t innocent.

As the ship sails (after dinner everyone is settling in for the night), reader goes back to Shanks room to put away the stuff he bought her. Shanks then drops by to talk about the whole “I kissed you without your permission and I may be a pirate but I am not an asshole’, reader cut’s him off by kissing him. Obv Shanks isn’t opposed and the pair play hide the panini. Shanks get’s his bed back and get’s to hold reader at night.

The next morning, Shanks is already up but left Reader to sleep in. When she appears for breakfast the crew makes digs at her love life much to Shanks displeasure, only reader claps back with: at least I have a love life. Mic drop as reader get’s breakfast and something to eat. Then the topic of what reader is going to do since the Commodore is still giving chance. Reader openly disses the Commodore and makes blatant remarks about never marrying an entitled jackass (insert potty mouthed insult/curse) and that she actually likes being on the sea and seeing places as she has never been allowed to leave the manor grounds. So she is going to explore as much as she can. The crew openly invite reader to stay on their ship as long as she wants (Shanks is silent because he doesn’t want to tie her down). He is totally head over heels for reader, but refuses to trap reader by keeping her with him. Thus begins the uneasy romantic relationship between Reader and Shanks. Things are tense but also hot between them as they continue their travels, occasionally talking about reader’s future, arguing over it, and then having makeup sex.

One stop in a village (11 months after she fled home), reader get’s roped into helping out a local elementary school putting on a play. The head teacher sort of becomes friends with Reader and talks about red haired guy who’s eyes always follow reader. Reader tells her that their relationship is complicated. She got out of an arranged marriage because of him and they have a thing going on but he keeps pulling back. Teacher tells Reader that maybe it’s time that she forces him to listen to her and what she wants, aka she wants a life on the ship and she wants a life with him. Reader understands what the teacher is telling her. That night reader approached Shanks telling him that they need to talk. Shanks is like fine but it will have to be after they depart as he promised the villagers he’d help with something and is busy. Reader is like fine. Shanks knows she not really fine with it and gives her a kiss on the head to show that he does care for her.

The next day, reader is helping the kids paint the set when one of them comes into the room crying because they fell and now their wrist hurts really bad. Reader takes the kid to the town to see the doctor, but the doctors office is empty surprisingly. Reader shrugs it off and cleans up the little cuts and scrapes before wrapping the child's arm up so it isn’t injured more until the doctor show up. While they are waiting, there’s commotion at the door, reader is like, there’s the doctor! Surprise! It’s the Marines! So they kidnap reader and the child (can’t have witnesses). Wake up on Marine ship, reader makes a break for it cause they’re totally underestimated her. So she breaks a few noses with the kid in tote before getting stopped via a very strong kick in the stomach. Reader goes down and experiences Vasovagal Syncope (fainting). They cart her off to a room and a doctor gets called cause hellur Marine just kicked the Commodore’s fiance in the stomach and she flat out fainted. So basically we have a reunion between the Commodore and Reader, he’s figured out that reader and Shanks are a thing now and is super pissed but whatever, reader’s still got the blood of an aristocrat and that’s all he needs.

Naturally, Shanks goes after his babe

HONEY MY SWET BEAUTIFUL LOVE IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I AM SALIVATING I AM ABSOLUTELY DERANGED FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK ITS HAS ANGST, ITS HAS FLUFF, ITS HAS SMUT, ITS HAS TENSION, THIS HAS IT ALL

#I’m biting the bars of my enclosure #honey my wife #honeybeezgobzzzzz #ask

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