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srgntjamesbuckybarnes · 1 year

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Truth or Dare (2)

Summary: What started off as an innocent game of truth or dare between two noble born sisters, Y/N and Margaret “Peggy” Carter, quickly turns south when Y/N meets Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes. 10 years later Peggy is getting married reuniting the bunch, tensions rise as the sisters engage in truth or dare one more time before Peggy is married.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fat shaming, dead parent, intoxication

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Not Beta'd

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Chapter 2

1825

The king requests your presence.

It wasn’t the call home Y/N had expected. Spinsterhood was around the corner for Y/N, the forgotten older daughter of Count Harrison and Countess Amanda Carter. Doomed to be remembered as the forgotten Lady while Peggy would go on to become a Princess and later on a Queen. Y/N hadn’t been shocked, Peggy was a force to reckon with, she had always been meant to lead. Y/N was shocked that she hadn’t known about the engagement sooner, Peggy was her sister after all.

“What on earth did they feed you over there? You’ve gotten fat.” Amanda huffed tugging Y/N’s corset laces.

Y/N gasped, one of the two of her palms previously rested on her stomach slammed against the wall attempting to steady herself. “Of course I’ve grown, I was sixteen the last time you saw me, mother.” Another gasp escaped her lips.

“You will rein in that attitude of yours. I will not have you embarrassing the family in front of the king. Now,” Amanda grunted, “suck it in.”

Feeling lightheaded, Y/N was at loss for words. Her ears began to ring, her skin flashing hot. It didn’t even register to her when the door opened or when Peggy took over. Suddenly air flooded her lungs, her hands scrambling to keep the loose corset against her bosom.

When the tugging of the laces began again Peggy spoke “Mother always tied my corsets tight when I started wearing them. I figured you could use some help.” Despite her teasing, there was a sadness woven through each word she spoke.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you,” Y/N hung her head.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”

As Y/N felt the younger Carter’s hands drop from her corset, she spun around. “It wasn’t your fault. I got myself into trouble all on my own.”

The sisters were practically ripped away from each other without so much as a goodbye. Harrison and Amanda had no intention of explaining any of it to Peggy, they didn’t want Y/N’s mistakes to tarnish their younger daughter as well.

A mischievous grin spread across Peggy’s face. Y/N didn’t offer up much information about that night, not that they had the chance to talk about it since they reunited but they were alone now.

“Truth or dare?”

Y/N scoffed, plucking her gown from the wooden wardrobe. She knew what Peggy wanted to know. The truth was, Y/N didn’t want to discuss that now. How could she put that night and ten years into words? “Oh, no you don’t. I completed my dare. It’s my turn to ask you.”

“Well then,” Peggy rocked on the balls of her feet, “ask me.”

Slipping into the silk gown Y/N shook her head “When I’m ready.” She wasn’t sure when she would be ready because she knew if she asked Peggy the dreaded question she would have the upper hand. Then Y/N would be forced to choose between explaining the past ten years or completing another absurd dare. “Is he nice?”

The sudden change in topic made the younger sister frown. “The prince?” With a nod of confirmation, Peggy continued, “Very. He’s respectful.”

Y/N chuckled, “That’s just code for easy on the eyes.”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “It was supposed to be you. You’re older.”

Perhaps that was true. Their parents were marrying Peggy off. Had Y/N been the perfect child, they would have married her off first but Y/N wasn’t the perfect child and she was content with her decision. Steve believed the prince to be a good enough person to protect him from the king’s guards and she believed Steve to be good enough to put over her reputation. She saved a life, that was more vital than some marriage.

“Are you happy?”

Peggy paused, taken back by the question. “I am.” She was but that didn’t stop the guilt from eating away at her.

“Do you love him?”

Twisting the fabric of her skirt Peggy was quiet. Even if she did love Steve, she had yet to say it to him. It wasn’t fair to confess her feelings to someone else first.

A pounding caused both women to jump. Peggy rushed to the door grateful for the interruption exchanging hushed whispers with the stranger on the other side of the door.

After so many twists and turns Y/N knew she would be lost if it hadn’t been for the escort guiding the Carter sisters toward the dining hall. Peggy entered first, clearly familiar with the layout already. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling illuminating the large room. Wax oozed down the candles threatening to drip on the guests below. Several pink and white flowers lined the center of the table, colors reflecting in the white tablecloth.

At the head of the table sat a large man with a ruddy complexion, clearly intoxicated from the wine flowing around the table. Y/N could only assume he was King George. To his right was the count followed by the countess. On the king's left was a tall blonde man. Peggy curtsied greeting the men only to be seated by the blonde. That had to be Prince James.

Y/N followed Peggy’s lead, feeling her mother’s burning gaze on her, daring her to make a mistake. “Your majesty,” she greeted the king before turning to the prince, “Your Royal Highness.” Before she could stand up she heard her name faintly. Blue eyes bore into hers. Had she been across the room she wouldn't have been able to make out the green flecks. Eyes she would never forget after studying them so intensely during their poker game, even if the rest of him had changed. He was a foot taller and lean with muscle but his face was still handsome.

Steve, Y/N wanted to whisper back just to confirm she wasn’t hallucinating him. Instead, she stood slack-jawed until a calloused hand gripped her elbow guiding her to the other side of the table; to the end beside her mother. Lovely.

She could hear her mother whisper something to her but she couldn’t make out what was being said. She felt like she was drowning. Everything sounded muffled, the air caught in her throat along with her words. Why here? Why now? She wondered if this was a sick joke to confront what happened ten years ago but no one said anything.

“He’s not coming,” Steve announced, catching her attention.

Harrison shook his head, “Still disrespecting the crown, I see.”

The king’s joyful intoxicated expression depleted, turning serious. “I won’t allow you to malign my son in my presence.”

Harrison babbled trying to justify himself. Amanda froze in alarm. Y/N’s lip twitched upward, glad she had not been the one to mortify her mother. She caught Steve’s eye from across the table. She wished they weren’t so far apart. She had a million questions. Why couldn’t she have been seated on Peggy's left? Instead, she was stuck beside her mother and no one, no one beside her, and no one across from her. The plates were there.

“Is someone else coming?” Y/N questioned, interrupting the chaos at the other end of the table. The room grew quiet.

“No,” Steve was the first to answer.

The king’s eyes glazed over observing the red wine swirling in his goblet. “James is having a hard time adjusting. The other plate is for my late wife. James insists we still set her a plate at dinner.”

Y/N heard her mother click her tongue beside her, low enough for only her to hear. She knew her mother was displeased with her bringing up the deceased queen. Her father, on the other hand, was relieved by the change of subject.

Steve cleared his throat, “We all miss the queen. She was one of the greats.”

George nodded, his cold gaze landing on Peggy from beneath his thick eyebrows. “You have big shoes to fill.” The protective hand Steve placed over his fiancee’s didn't go unnoticed by the king. “Steve will make a good king but his judgment can be hazy at times, especially when it comes to his friends and family. I will not be around when Steve ascends the throne. As the future queen, I expect you will advise him to do the right thing when the time comes.”

“Of course, your Royal Highness.”

Dinner had been interesting to say the least but Y/N hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Steve. She tried to follow him after dinner but she was escorted back to her room. She had yet to map out the layout of the castle and while discreetly meeting alone with an unmarried man was frowned upon, she was determined to find Steve, even if it meant searching for a needle in a haystack.

Sneaking around the castle proved to be much more difficult than Y/N thought. Guards were stationed around the castle waiting to drag her back to her room if she was caught. There was no way they would bring her to Steve alone in the middle of the night.

Y/N tried to stop her teeth from chattering down the corridor, she didn’t need the extra noise drawing attention toward her. She should’ve brought a cloak but she feared she would be mistaken for an intruder or thought to be escaping. Her mother would have a fit.

The unmistakable sound of armor shuffling in the distance had Y/N pushing forward, blindly turning down halls until she couldn’t hear the noise. Y/N halted as she turned the corner. A tall figure staggered down the opposite end of the hall, swaying slightly left with each step. She didn’t think Steve had that much wine at dinner but maybe he went off somewhere to drink after.

“Steve,” Y/N whispered.

He didn’t even turn to acknowledge her. Maybe he didn’t hear her. Following him down the hall like a shadow she continued to call out his name. Once at the end of the hall, he pushed open a door slamming it behind him.

She considered turning back. Maybe it wasn’t the best time to talk to him, but the sound of metal clanging sounded somewhere behind her. She came this far, she wasn’t turning back now to get caught without answers, besides she didn’t think she would be able to find her way back if she did.

Without knocking, Y/N forced the door open, her heart pounding in her chest praying Steve was the only one on the other side of the door. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

“Do you knock?” A growl came from the other side of the room.

With her back pressed against the closed door, Y/N analyzed the room. They were alone but it wasn’t Steve. Sprawled out in a wooden chair was a man of similar height and build to Steve. This man sported a slightly overgrown beard to match his shoulder-length chocolate locks. Despite the elbow braced on the table, thick fingers laced through his hair obscuring his face, he still appeared rough around the edges while Steve kept a clean-shaven face and often ran a comb through his hair.

“Sorry, I was looking for-” She didn't know what to say. She couldn’t tell him she was looking for Steve. “I’m lost.”

Stony blue eyes peeked up at her from the matted hair to his forehead, anchoring her against the hefty door. She was sure he had caught her lie. She had called Steve’s name in the hall, maybe he did hear her but didn't respond because he wasn’t Steve. Any goosebumps that had left her skin had returned the moment his gaze slithered up and down her body. Nobody knew where she was, she had to get out of there.

The second her fingers grazed the door handle he spoke, “Y/N?”

The dopey grin on his face was enough confirmation for Y/N. He wore that stupid grin all night when she had met him. She wanted to ask what he was doing here but she imagined it had something to do with Steve.

“Bucky?”

“Wow. I must be really drunk if I’m seeing you,” he braced his forehead against both palms.

“Bucky, I’m looking for Steve. Can you tell me where he is?”

A growl escaped his lips; had he not lifted his head to glare at her, she would have thought a beast was in the castle.

“You want 'em, go find 'em yourself,” he snarled.

Y/N watched wide-eyed as he pushed himself to stand, swaying on his feet. She wanted to turn around and leave him to help himself after his outburst but he had been kind to her before.

“You’re drunk.” She hovered by his left side ready to guide him to the simple bed a few feet away. “Let me help you.”

For a second she thought he was actually going to let her instead, he recoiled and pushed past her before she could grab his arm. As soon as he crumpled on the mattress, he buried himself beneath the comforter and curved his back to her.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

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biancadjarin · 2 years

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Head Over (Chanel) Heels

EM x spoiled! Reader (self-insert)

chapter one chapter two chapter three

Tonight has to be perfect. Your parents left the house to you for the week while they take their annual anniversary trip to Europe and you vowed to throw the best end of summer party this town has ever seen. Every senior in Hawkins is invited, at least the ones you want to see outside of fluorescent lights. You invited everyone from your private school and your neighbor and good friend Steve is inviting all the cool ones from Hawkins High.

“A rager y/n? Are you sure you can handle that?” Steve asks as he drives towards your house. “We can just hang out this weekend and watch a movie like we always do. You pick, I’ll get it at family video” he smiles at you, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching out to rub your knee. “No Steve I wanna do this. I’ve thrown parties before.” “You, me, Nancy and Robin doesn’t count as a party, princess.” He teases. You roll your eyes, facing out the window, ignoring him. He pulls into your circular driveway, shifting to park. Steve sighs, “I just don’t want you getting your hopes up if it doesn’t go the way you think it will. That’s all.” He pushes out his bottom lip, pouting at you. You can’t help but laugh “Steve everything is going to be great! You just worry about inviting people from your public school.” You say like it’s a bad word. “And I’ll take care of everything else. Get ready for the night of your life!” You pop open the door and swing it shut with a spin, your plaid skirt twirling around you and you skip up to your palatial house.

As you stand in your black lingerie in front of your LBD section of your closet, you run your fingers over the options. Satin, silk, lace, cashmere. You land on a beautiful vintage Valentino dress, a hand me down of your mom’s, satin and shorter than originally after you had it hemmed, long ribbons draped off the shoulders, a golden clasp in the middle. You hear your girlfriends downstairs giggling and popping champagne bottles, people already ringing your doorbell. You’ll take a little more time primping and then you’ll make your entrance.

You take in the party from the top of the stairs, music and conversation already at a high volume. Madonna’s Material Girl blasts as you start your descent. All eyes turn to you, smiles dancing across people’s faces as they drink you in. When you get to the bottom your 3 besties from school run over to you shouting empty compliments and praise. “Here’s your drink, Y/N.” You take the glass and head towards the kitchen to pop a frozen raspberry in your glass. You keep them in the freezer, never know when you’ll need one. You push the swinging door to the kitchen and almost bump into someone holding a beer. “Oh” you say, surprised. “Sorry” he chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“And who are you?” The long haired boy looks left and right, making sure you’re talking to him. You raise your eyebrows at him in anticipation. “E-Eddie.. and you are?” He asks in return giving you a toothy grin. “Who told you you could crash my party Eddie?” You put your full glass down and slink over to his side of the island in your kitchen. Planting your palm on the cool marble, standing close to him, craning your neck a bit to meet his pink rimmed eyes. “I-uh-Steve-uh-Harrington. I came with him.” “Hmm… Steve must really be desperate for friends after him and Nance broke up.” You let your eyes fall down to his chest, dingey faded concert tee causing a small wince to escape your throat in disgust. He reeks of weed. Unbelievable. But he also smelled warm and woodsy. Like leather and generic bar soap. You aren’t sure if you like it or hate it.

Eddie dipped his head down and to the side to meet your eyeline, “I-I’m sorry if me being here isn’t cool.” His eyes sparkling with sincerity. “But, if it helps,” his wolfish smile returning to his face, his cheeks pushing up little wrinkles by his eyes, “I have party favors”. Your eyes go wide as he pulls out two skinny white rolled up papers and holds them up to your face with his pale, slender fingers. “And you brought drugs to my party?” You scoff “M’going to find Steve.” You begin to storm out of your kitchen when you feel his hand shoot out and grab your waist. “Wait y/n wait.” He pleads. You turn around with a furrowed brow, eyes shooting daggers at him. “That is your name right? Y/n?” His eyes study your face as you grit your teeth at him. Who does he think he is putting his hand on me, on my vintage Valentino?? “Listen, I’m sorry about the weed.” He slips the joints back into the pocket of his tight black jeans, your eyes watching as his fingers push them down deep into his pocket. He takes a step closer to you, softening his voice to a whisper. “But if you let me stay, I promise I’ll be good.” His hand’s still on your hip but you don’t move. Can’t move. Feel like you’re in a trance looking into his deep mysterious eyes. His fingers knead softly at your waist until the sound of glass shattering back out in the living room snaps your attention back to reality. You shake your head, hand pushing into his chest. “Fine” you reply with a roll of your eyes as you turn and push through the swinging door back out to the party.

The party goes on smoothly, Steve and Eddie mingling and drinking, Eddie’s eyes watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. You make your way around the party, small talk with everyone, make sure the drinks are filled and the music is good. You’re pretty tired and close to hitting your social butterfly limit. You grab a glass of champagne, really your first drink of the night, and make your way outside to your back patio. Most people are mingling around the pool, the under lit water casting a glow making everyone around it look icey blue. You lean on the decorative cement half wall that separates the tiles of your patio and the grass of the garden and take a swig. “Having fun?” A voice appears beside you. You turn, looking him up and down, then turn back with a flip of your hair. “I’m having a fabulous time.” Eddie smirks, his forearms leaning on the wall next to your hand that isn’t holding your champagne, beer bottle fidgeting in his fingers. “Looks like it. Over here all alone.” “Is there something you need?” You ask condescendingly. He shrugs taking a swig of his beer. “This place is beautiful” he points towards your backyard with his chin “I thought Steve’s house was nice..which it is but this is…” he whistles as his eyes widen. Your heart softens at how persistent he is to be nice to you. “Thanks” you say coldly. “Maybe you can show me around?” You cock an eyebrow at him. He straightens up and stands close to you. “Like a private tour? Just me?” You hate that the sound of his voice is making butterflies appear in your stomach but here we are. He watches you waiting for a response, your eyes focused on the glass in your hand as you swirl the champagne around it. You scan the crowd, everyone seems to be having a good time, they probably wouldn’t notice your absence for ten minutes.

You push off the cool cement and meet his eyes, giving him a scowl. “C’mon” you motion him with your hand as you start to head back in. He follows you like the puppy dog he is. “I think you’ve seen the first floor” you say over your shoulder. You don’t wait for a response but he nods anyway, watching as your hips slink up your grand staircase. Your baby pink Chanel kitten heels clicking on the marble with every step. Your dress is probably a little too short to be climbing stairs in front of someone you think as you peek over your shoulder at Eddie. His head tilted and eyes half-lidded as he tries to catch a peek, his gaze snaps back to your eyes quickly. You giggle and continue up the stairs. Once at the top, you lead him down the hallway. “The first guest room” your red manicured finger points. “Bathroom, ‘nother bathroom, ‘nother guest room. Parent’s room. Mom’s closet-” “Your mom’s closet is a whole room?” Eddie asks, mouth agape as he stares at the white closed door. “Wait until you see mine.” You smirk at him. You lead him to the end of the hall, pausing at your double frosted French doors, your hands poised on the handles. You feel nervous. Why am I bringing him into my room again? “This your room?” Eddie’s soft voice interrupting your thought. You spin and turn to face him, leaning on the doors. “Listen, Eddie-” his face lighting up when you say his name, puppy dog eyes sparkling, dimples deepening. “I don’t let many people into my room. It’s like my… special place. You understand?” “I don’t know what I did to deserve this honor.” He says bowing his head at you and looking up through his dark lashes with a giggle. “But I accept.” You sigh, holding in a smile and turn back around, opening your doors. You hear the opening chords of Tears For Fears’ Head Over Heels starting to play down stairs. 🎶I wanted to be with you alone🎶. “Woah” Eddie says as he takes a step “wait” he freezes, eyes wide. “Shoes off” you say pointing at your creamy area rug. He nods and slips off his black boots, letting them fall by your desk. You watch as he wanders around, taking in what you take for granted everyday. “Smells really good in here” he says as his fingers absentmindedly tap the neck of his beer bottle. “Holy shit!” His body moves faster to the wall opposite your bed. “Is this your guitar?” He points at the Les Paul hanging there. “No” you smile sweetly “my dad’s. He used to play. In the 70’s.” “Coooool.” His eyes glued to the shiny black paint. “You mind?” He asks, hand hovering over it. You shake your head. You’d tried to learn but gave up after one lesson. You didn’t have the patience for something so tedious. Eddie lifts it gently, walking backwards to sit on the edge of your bed, placing it on his lap. He slowly begins to turn the knobs at the top and tickle the chords, tuning it by ear. A moment later he’s playing a few notes. G, F sharp, E, D, E. The same song playing downstairs.

“You play?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows, walking closer. His skilled fingers dancing around the neck. He breaths a gust out of his nose, “Do I play?” He mocks, “babe, you’re looking at the guitarist and sometimes lyricist of Corroded Coffin.” He winks at you, fingers not missing a beat. “Am I supposed to know what that is?” “Probably not” he looks up at you “but maybe you could come watch us sometime.” You snort out a laugh, “yeah I’ll put that at the top of my to-do list”. He smiles softly, eyes falling to your legs and slowly sweeping his gaze upwards. “C’mere” he says suddenly. You look at him questioningly. He slides the guitar off his lap, holding the neck in one hand and pats his thigh a couple times. “I’ll teach you something. C’mon!” He says excitedly. He scooches back just enough from the edge of your bed to create a little spot for you to sit between his spread thighs. Everything in you is saying not to but you feel your heels start to walk towards him anyway. You let your hands come out from behind you to steady yourself on his thighs, nuzzling in perfectly to the spot he made for you. He pushes his chest to your back as he raises the guitar again to rest on your laps, the curve of it fitting perfectly over one of your thighs. “So this hand goes here” he takes your left hand in his and raises it to the neck, “and this one” he grabs your right hand and gently places it along the strings, his fingers resting on top of yours. “You feel how they get thicker as they go down?” “Mhm” “Now you gotta press pretty hard with this hand and then strum softly with this one. Got it?” “Mhm” His left hand leaves yours to graze over your collarbone, collecting the hair that sits there and pushing it behind your shoulder. “Do you have a favorite song?” He asks as he rests his chin on your exposed shoulder, his mouth just inches from your ear. You feel his eyes looking at you through the corner of yours. Words, say words y/n. “Um.. Landslide?” He hums, “Fleetwood Mac?” You nod.

His fingers begin to gently press over yours along the fret and you let your right hand strum the chords. The room fills with the soft sounds of your favorite song and your heart begins to soften as the corners of your smile lift up. Eddie’s heart is beating faster and faster as you melt into him, his chest completely flush against your back, his eyes looking over your shoulder as his chin still rests there. Your nerves begin to dissolve when you realize he’s just as nervous to be this close to you. You decide to mess with him a bit. “Am I doing this right?” You ask him in your best ditzy voice. He leans forward some more, eyes dipping down to where your hand is motioning. You arch your lower back slightly and lift your ass, dragging it against his crotch slowly. His breath catches, grunting slightly “Y-yeah you’re-you’re perfect, y/n”. You wiggle your hips slightly, pushing them further into his lap. “I’m what?” You ask, grin growing wider. His chest rises and falls with a small laugh. “I can’t be the first person who’s called you perfect. I mean-look at you.” You feel his crotch starting to tent beneath you, something long down his tight pant leg beginning to grow firmer.

He slips his hand down and behind the guitar, snaking it around your waist, his tattooed arm pulling you impossibly closer to him. His mouth is near your ear again, his warm breath tickling you. He hovers there for a moment before kissing right behind it. Your body’s burning up, chest rising and falling with your quickened breath. You gently lower your dad’s guitar to lean against your bed frame. “Guess our lessons over.” He laughs. “Why’s that your favorite song?” The fingers on his hand that isn’t hugging you tracing down your shoulder blade, kisses following behind them. “My dad used to sing it to me. When I was little.” “Aww” he coos, “didn’t think you’d be the sentimental type.” You roll your eyes, “you don’t know much about me.” “That’s not true.” He smiles against your skin. “I know your favorite song, I know you smell like roses and your skin is as soft as one. I know you don’t let just anyone into your room so that must mean..” he pauses to lift you roughly onto his lap, pushing his hands into your hips, bunching up the buttery fabric of your expensive dress. “It must mean you want me here.”

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 9

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: heartfelt conversations.

Warnings: this chapter is literally full of fluff. maybe mentions of what has happened to her in the previous chapter (so, vacna's curse), but for the rest it's just really cute. and maybe kiss... oh, and obviously, lousy writing.

WC: 6187

A/N: hello, lovelies!!! I'm finally back with a new chapter! I'm sorry it took me so long, but I had some personal problems. anyways, thank you for the love and support! I have an exam next week, but after that, I'm going to go on with the chapters, I promise! I know I always say this, but this story really means a lot to me, and I'm so happy people are enjoying it!

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When her body hit the ground, a sharp pain spread throughout her body like a wave. And from deep within her a loud cry escaped. She felt her throat burn as the sound left her. She could feel her own hair stick to the wetness left behind on her face by her own tears. She looked around, and fear took over her once more. Her eyes were open, but all she could see through the tears was a blur. She blinked a few times, and the image in front of her became a bit clearer, but she could still not make out one thing from another. She was panting, panicking as she could not catch her breath. She felt her chest burn from the lack of air. She thought she was going to die.

Then she heard voices, but she felt like she was underwater. The voices seemed distant, and she could not understand what they were saying. And then she felt warmth. A pair of arms wrapped around her shaking figure, holding her tight, trying to bring comfort to her. “You’re safe, princess.” The voice was soft, kind, reassuring. And as he rocked her, her lungs finally welcomed air back into themselves. “You’re with us.” The voice vibrated against her skin, sending warm shivers travelling all over her body. And as her brain registered and recognised that voice, she felt as if her heart was being wrapped in a soft blanket. “You’re with me.” The words were spoken directly against her forehead, and that was when she allowed herself to close her eyes, before burying her face in his chest and closing her hands into tight fists, gripping his t-shirt, worried it might come back and take her away from them once again.

Steve had never seen the gang so quiet. They had always been able to find something to say, something to bicker about. But now the only thing he could hear was the gentle wind rustling the leaves on the trees. He had already seen it, Vecna’s curse. He was there when it had happened to Max. But this time it was different. He loved Max. Everyone did. But seeing her like that, defenceless, lifted into the air by some sort of interdimensional demon no one could see but her, he was sure he had felt his own heart tear into piece. They knew Vecna attacked those who had problems, some sort of unresolved trauma. And yes, he knew she still felt guilty for what had happened to her father, but he had never realised just how much she was actually hurting. Y/N had been there for every single one of them. She had been there, listening to him whine about girls. She had comforted Robin whenever she had had problems with her family. She had been by her brother’s side every single day, supporting him and taking care of him. She had offered Max a shoulder to cry on when Billy had died. She had been the one Nancy went to when she had problems with her job or her relationships. She had been there for Lucas and his sister, offering to look after them and babysit them for free when their parents had had problems with their jobs. She had been there for every single one of them, she had put everyone’s needs before hers, and never once she had complained, never once she said no because she had her own problems to deal with. She had helped ever single one of them, in one way or another, and none of them had never really stopped and asked her if she needed help, a hug, or a shoulder to cry on. And now they had almost lost her.

“Is she…” Dustin broke the silence and took a step forward, towards his sister. His voice was low, shaky, and he had lost his usual confidence. “Is she okay?” He stood a few feet away, afraid to walk closer, afraid to find out she was not okay.

Eddie kept his eyes on her all the time, a hand gently brushing hair away from her face, as the other stroke her back gently. He could feel her warm breath against his neck, her chest irregularly raising and falling. “She’s okay.” And it was only then that Steve realised most of them had been holding their breaths. He looked around and studied the kids, studied his friends. Max leaned into Lucas’s side with a sigh of relief; Nancy threw her head back and put a hand on her chest while the other laid on Robin’s shoulder, who closed her eyes, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He himself didn’t know what to do, he was too afraid to look away, too scared something might still happen to her, so he just kept looking in front of him.

“Can I- can I come closer?” Dustin’s voice broke, as he stood there, waiting for the raven-haired man to give him the signal that it was okay. And when Eddie nodded, Steve watched the head of curls drop to his knees, right beside her. “Y/N” He whispered. “Please, talk to us.” Dustin was barely recognisable. “Please, I need to hear your voice.”

He was on the verge of tears when a soft voice, almost a whisper, spoke. “Dustin…” She didn’t move, but the voice was hers. And the boy almost couldn’t believe it was true. But then she spoke again. “Dustin?” And this time the girl moved her head, only slightly, but yet enough for her brother to see her face, to see her eyes slightly open.

And then, he let go. He threw his arms around her, taking her from Eddie’s arms and pulling her against his own chest. “Shit, Y/N!” He cried, burying his face in her hair. “I thought I had lost you.” He spoke through the tears. And as Steve looked around, he could have sworn he had seen Eddie wiping away a tear.

“I’m here.” The girl whispered, wrapping her own arms around her brother, reciprocating the hug with the little strength she had in her.

Eddie watched in silence as the girl was pulled away from him. But he didn’t protest, he had no right to. So, he just stood up and moved away, as a way to give space to the siblings, to show respect for the moment. However, in his heart, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to keep her there, in his arms. He wanted to just hold her, and then tell her everything, tell her what he was going to tell her before everything happened. But he couldn’t. It would have been too selfish of him. There, all around them, were her brother, her best friends, the people she grew up with or that she watched grow up. They all had more right than him to be there, to talk with her. He was no one. Just the freak. So, he just quietly moved away. No one would notice he was gone anyway.

“Shit, Y/N, I was so scared.” Dustin wiped his face, finally looking at her. “One moment you were fine, and the other you were in a trance.” He held her tightly, too afraid that if he let go of her, they would take her away from him. “Please, don’t you ever do something like that ever again.” He whispered. His hands gently caressed her hair, her cheeks, and she leaned into his touch. A soft yet sad smile pulled at the corners of her lip. “What’s wrong?” He knew her too well.

She couldn’t keep the images the saw out of her mind. Whenever she blinked, she saw it, she saw its empty eyes, she saw its long fingers, she could even still hear its inhuman voice echo in her ears. “He showed me dad.” That was the only thing she said, the only thing she could bring herself to say, as she could still feel the tightening sensation of the tentacle around her throat.

“What? What do you mean?” Her brother looked at her, his eyes fixed on her. “Did he show you a memory? Did he show you that memory?”

She shook her head, pushing herself to talk. “No, he… he just showed me dad. He talked to me…” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “He made him say such mean things… he said that it was my fault, that I was to blame.” And when she though she no longer had tears left to cry, a single bead of water slowly rolled down her cheek. “He said that you hate me, that you think it’s my fault. And that everyone pities me.”

“That’s not true.” She had only heard him being that resolute during his D&D campaigns, he never needed to be in real life. But when she opened her eyes and met his, she saw a hint of hurt. “That’s not fucking true. I don’t hate you.” He lowered his voice slightly. “I could never hate you.”

“But I killed him.” Her voice broke. They had never really talked about it. She had always been too afraid to learn to truth, to find out his true feelings. And now, he was holding her as if he were the older sibling and she just had a nightmare.

“No, you didn’t.” He shook his head, the curls that escaped the hold of the baseball cap slightly moving. “That drunk driver did.”

“But if I hadn’t distracted him-”

“He died a happy man. I’m sure of it.” He smiled. It was a sad smile, a nostalgic one, because he had never really like talking about their father. “He was always happy whenever he sang with you. He was happy whenever he did anything with either of us, even more when it was both of us together.” And like in one of those sappy movies, all the happy memories with her father and her brother flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile. “But it’s not your fault, okay? Stop blaming yourself.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“And stop saying sorry!” He laughed, which made her laugh in return.

She leaned into him, hugging him tightly, before looking around and studying the space around her. She studied the trees, the quality of the air, the sunlight peaking through the branches of the trees, and she could feel herself relax more and more whenever she found something that was completely different from what he had showed her. Then she looked at her friends, slowly moving her eyes from one person to the other, smiling at each of them, until she noticed it. “Where’s Eddie?”

Everyone looked at each other, quietly searching with their eyes the raven-haired man. “He was here just a few moments ago, I swear.” Robin said, standing up from where she had been sitting.

Steve looked around, until he noticed a figure in the distance, sitting with his back against a tree deep in the forest. “I see him.” He pointed in his direction. Y/N followed the invisible line drawn by the man’s finger, until she saw the head of hair peeking through from behind a tree. She pulled herself to her feet, not without struggling, and then started walking in his direction. “Where do you think you’re going?” Steve immediately ran to her side.

“I need to talk to him.” She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, a way to give her support, but at the same time to feel her, to know she was okay. “You’re not walking there alone.”

“Steve, I’m okay. I’m just a bit… tired. But that’s it. I can walk by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone again.” He nodded forward, as a way to tell her to start walking. “The last time I did it, I almost lost you. So, allow me to be worried about my best friend for a moment here, okay?”

Y/N looked at her best friend in silence for a moment, then smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Steve.”

“For what?”

“Well, for starters, you didn’t leave me.” They kept walking, leaving the small clearing and the gang behind. “And I’m here, I’m okay. So, thank you.”

He shook his head, his eyes following the makeshift path on the ground in front of them. “I’m the last person you should thank.” Y/N knew her best friend well enough to know he was disappointed with something. “I left you to go with Nance when I should have stayed by your side. And even before that, I should’ve fought when you asked to stay with Eddie at the boat-house.”

“You know you wouldn’t have been able to make me leave, right?”

“I could have tried!” He stopped walking. “Listen, Y/N, I know I’ve been a horrible friend lately. I always only talked about my problems, and whenever you tried to share things with me, I criticised you.” He huffed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Even with Munson. You… you tried to tell me he was nice, that he wasn’t what I thought, what everyone says he is. But I was too stupid, or too jealous maybe. I just couldn’t accept the fact that you had found someone else, some you liked, someone you felt safe with. I… I really thought it was going to be just you, me and Robin for the rest of our lives. You would go to college and we would come live with you. You would become a businesswoman and we would come work for you. And in my mind, it was just the three of us, growing old together. No one else. I know it was selfish of me, to think you wouldn’t need someone else. But maybe I didn’t want you to find someone else. I wanted you to need me. I needed to know that you really liked me as a person, that you need me as your best friend.”

Y/N listened quietly, smiling. “I do like you, Steve. And you are my best friend. And as my best friend, I will always need you to come and cheer me up, or even just gossip about people we went to school with while lying on the floor of my room. I will always need that.”

“But you also need a boyfriend.”

“I don’t need a boyfriend!” She laughed, playfully elbowing him on his side. “But I need someone else to talk to about other things. I can’t burden you and Robin with everything. There will always be things I can’t talk about with you because you just don’t like them or don’t know them. Take Lord of the Rings, for example. You read it because I made you, but as much as you said you enjoyed it, you still didn’t like it as much I do.”

“But Munson does…” He bit the inside of his lip. He had been jealous of Eddie Munson ever since she had first mentioned him. He knew him from school, he knew about his reputation, about what he did, and he couldn’t accept the fact that she found him interesting, that she liked him. But she had always been a good judge of character. It was as if she had this superpower that allowed her to always understand someone’s personality even before actually getting to know them. And whenever he would ask her how she knew, she would simply reply that she just knew.

“Eddie is a good person.” Y/N tried to catch his attention, to look him in the eyes.

“As much as it pains me to say this, he is.” He finally met her eyes. “I’m sorry it took me so long, but I see that now. And I understand why you like him.” A puzzled expression appeared on her face, as if she was quietly asking him why or how. “He learned your favourite song. He played it on his guitar for you. That’s why you’re safe. None of us could remember your favourite song. We always listen to music together in the car, and I couldn’t think of a goddamn song you told me you liked. If he didn’t play that song, I don’t know what would have happened. So, yeah, I like him now because he saved your life. I owe him a thank you.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to try and hide the corner of her mouth that was trying to rise into a smile. “I jokingly told him once that it was my favourite song. It was only a couple of days ago. I didn’t think he-”

“Well, he did.” Steve sighed. “And I guess it goes to show how much he cares about you.” He looked her in the eyes once again. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“You had every right to. You never really knew him, only through what people said about him at school and around town. And a good part of the things they say aren’t true. So, it’s not your fault, you were led to think that.” She raised her shoulders, starting to walk once again. “I just hope you two will be able to get to know each other, and maybe even become friends. It would mean a lot to me.”

Steve linked his arm with hers, walking by her side. “I’ll try, I promise.” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on her temple.

They walked like that for a while, quietly, with arms linked, until they were close to where Eddie was sitting. At that point Steve gave her another quick kiss on her forehead, smiled and then left. And then she was alone, a few feet away from the man. Immediately, as a reflex, she tried to fix her hair, redoing her ponytail, as if she felt the need to make herself presentable for him. Then she took a deep breath and walked over to him. “Eddie?” She called his name.

When he came into view, she noticed him quickly blowing smoke out of his mouth and waving it away with one hand, while the other tried to hide whatever he had been smoking. “’M sorry.” He said, clearing his throat and keeping his eyes low on the ground.

“You can keep smoking, I don’t mind.” She said, standing on his side, towering over him and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Can I… can I sit here?”

“Yeah, sure, of course! I’m- I’m sorry.” He spoke quickly, moving to the side to make room for her to lay her back against the tree.

She took her seat next to him, immediately bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Why are you sitting here alone?”

“I thought you guys might want some space.”

“You guys you mean Dustin and me?” She asked, confused.

“No… you and your friends.” He kept his eyes low in front of him, studying the leaves on the ground a few inches away from his feet.

She leaned slightly to the side, looking for any sort of contact with him. “You’re my friend too, Eddie.” She spoke softly. “Maybe more than a friend, actually.” She said, lowering her voce. It was the first time she was, in some way, putting into words her feelings towards him. And, yes, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, but she thought it useless to hide it.

However, Eddie wasn’t looking. He was too busy trying to hide his own blushing cheeks from the girl. He shook his head but he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he moved his hand to find hers. “Yeah, but I don’t think most of them would like the idea of that.”

“If that’s what you think, then you definitely don’t know them.” She let him take her hand in his, and as always, he immediately started playing with her fingers. “Even Steve just told me he approves you.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He scoffed, shaking his head, a soft giggle leaving his lips.

“Actually, I’m not.” She looked to her side and squeezed his hand in hope to get his attention, since he hadn’t looked her in the eyes once since she had come to him.

He finally turned to meet her eyes and laughed. “The Steve Harrington approves of me. I’m this worthy?”

“Don’t gloat too much, or he might change his mind.” She laughed, moving even closer to him, so that their legs were pressed together. She leaned over to him, laying her head on his shoulder. And for a few moments, no one talked, no one said anything. They just stayed there, sitting quietly, the only sounds that could be heard were the birds chirping in the trees. It would have been a perfect day to just hang out. And if it had been any other day, they could have done that. They could have gone there, in the woods, sitting like they were doing in that moment, with their backs against a tree. She could have had her notebook with her, writing the story for Hellfire, while Eddie would have brought his guitar and a notebook of his own, writing a new song. She wasn’t sure if Eddie wrote his own music, but if she closed her eyes, she could perfectly see him sitting there, with the guitar in his lap, secured with a strap around his shoulder, leaning over it to erase what he had just wrote to change the lyrics or a chord. She could have spent hours like that. No one would have had to say anything. There was no need for words. They could have just smiled at each other every once in a while, quietly enjoying each other's company. But that wasn’t any other day. She had just lived through a nightmare and he had saved her life. That wasn’t any normal day.

“Thank you, by the way.” Her voice broke the silence. Eddie turned his head to catch a glimpse of her. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “For not letting me die.” Eddie looked away, trying to hide the pinkish tone that was rising from his neck to his cheeks. “Steve told me what you did. I… I didn’t think you were actually going to learn it.”

“If someone had told me it would’ve help me save your life, I would have skipped the last few days of school to properly learn it. I was terrible.” He was still holding her hand in his, tightly, their fingers intertwined.

“I’m pretty sure that if it wasn’t for you, I would have not made it today.” She squeezed his hand, trying to get him to look at her once again. “So, thank you. I literally owe you my life.”

“If you had died today, I would have pulled an Orpheus move, and I would have marched down to hell to bring you back.” He said, finally turning his head and meeting her eyes. He was finally exposing himself, in a way he was finally saying out loud everything that he had been holding inside of him.

She laughed under her breath. “Maybe not Orpheus.”

“Why not?”

“You know, the deal with Hades.” Eddie’s confused expression told her that he didn’t truly know the myth. “He had to walk in front of her and never look back. He had to trust that she was right behind him, following him. However, in the end, he was too worried, so he turned around right before the gate. So, the deal was broken, and Eurydice was stuck there.”

Eddie looked at her in silence for a moment, surprise painted all over his face. He really didn’t know the myth. “Okay, then not Orpheus. But you get the idea.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his chest. He wanted to kiss her. “How is it possible that I love it when you correct me, huh?” He smiled, pressing his lips against her forehead. “I swear, I couldn’t live without you. I need you here with me, to correct me when I’m wrong, or to tell me random facts and stories I could have never learned without you. So, I will do anything in my power to keep you here or bring you back, because I could never bare the idea to spend the rest of my days without you.” She looked up at him. Her eyes couldn’t help but linger for a moment on his lips, before moving quickly to his eyes. She could feel her heartbeat accelerate. “I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.”

Fuck. That was it. “Don’t quote Tolkien to me.”

“Why not? I thought you loved him.”

“Yes, but I might fall even more in love with you.” She whispered, before pushing herself up and against his lips.

When their lips crashed together, Eddie was taken by surprise. Of course, he had wanted to kiss her for quite some time now, but in his head, he had imagined it going differently. He thought he was going to be the one to make the first move this time. And he had planned it perfectly. He would have taken her out on a date to the movies. They could have watched anything she liked, or maybe even the horror movie she had promised she would have watched with him. He would have bought popcorns and candy, and he would have paid for everything, like a true gentleman. He would have held her hand throughout the entire movie. In the car, while he was driving her home, he would have played her the mixtape he had been working on. They would have stayed in the car, parked outside her house, until the cassette was over. And if things had gone to plan, if the Chrissy thing hadn’t happened, he would have been able to finish the mixtape in time for their date on Saturday. And then he would have kissed her. He would have walked her to her door, and right before letting her go in, he would have wrapped his arms around her hips, he would have leaned over, and he would have kissed her goodnight. He would have given her one of those kisses you see in movies, when the lovers are completely pressed against one another, and they’re so into it that the woman ends up bending slightly backward, as the man holds her tightly to his chest. One of those kisses that doesn’t need explanations, one of those kisses that says everything and nothing at the same time. One of those kisses that you stop because you’re going to say something, but words don’t seem enough, so you go in for more. One of those kisses. But things didn’t go to plan, and now they were sitting in the woods, and she was kissing him.

It took Eddie a few moments to realise what was happening. Her lips were pressed against his. They were soft, warm. He eventually came to his senses and his hands rushed to her sides, gently moving against her body, until they found the perfect resting place on the small of her back. He pulled her closer, supporting her body as she raised one leg to put it over his. And then she was sitting astride his lap, confining him to the small space between her and the tree. Eddie could have sworn time had slowed down, and now the only thing marking it was the thud of their combined heartbeats vibrating against each other’s chests. His lips slowly parted, allowing her tongue to slip inside. And then his heart was in his throat, and he was pulling her even closer. He was kissing her with such need, as if that kiss was the only the remedy to his incurable curse. He was kissing her as if he had been underwater and she was a breath of the freshest air. His hands moved, only to allow himself to fully wrap his arms around her, not wanting that moment to ever end, not wanting her to move away. And as her hands gently moved to his hair, he could only think of how aggressively she invaded all of his senses, leaving him completely defenceless. As she rose slightly to her knees, her small frame leaning on his, he was no longer sure it was real. Did he dream this kiss to life? Did the Muses finally listen to his prayers? But when her small, cold fingers met the warm skin at the back of his neck, they sent shivers travelling down his skin, reminding him he was alive. And she was kissing him. When she eventually parted from him, only enough to give them room to catch their breaths, her forehead still pressed against his, he found himself inebriated by her smell, while at the same time he was already protesting the lack of her lips.

Neither of them dared to open their eyes, too afraid the peace they had found would simply fade away. Their synchronised breaths echoing in the small space between them, as Eddie’s hand gently caressed her back. “Y/N…” Eddie’s honeyed voice, saturated by the lust, broke the silence; he called her name with such softness, and she could fill that warm sensation in the pit of her stomach.

She had read enough books and written enough stories to know that a person generally feels butterflies in their stomach after kissing their loved one for the first time. But the warmth she felt was not accompanied by the gentle sensation of fluttering wings, but rather she could feel her stomach twist in knots, burn even, as if she had been hungry and he was the only thing she needed. She was completely lost in her own thoughts when he spoke again, so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Y/N, I wanted to say-”

“There’s no need to say anything.” She hummed, slowly shaking her head.

But, inside of him, Eddie could feel all those feelings fight to come out. And, if he couldn’t tell her, then he had make her feel them. He was still short of breath when he found himself pulling her in once more, claiming her lips again, with such need and intensity, until her body couldn’t hold her anymore, and she was sitting in his lap again. Now, Eddie was in control, his fingers moving gently against her body, writing the words he had longed to say but never really had the courage to. His hands explored her every curve with a mind of their own; his touch so careful, so gentle, as if he was praising his personal Aphrodite. And as his chest pressed against hers, a distant voice called them back to reality.

“Y/N! Eddie! Where are you?” The voice echoed in the woods, bouncing from one tree to the other, until it hit them.

Y/N pulled away reluctantly, her eyes still closed, her lungs struggling for air. Then another voice rang, this one slightly closer. And before they knew, an entire choir of voices was calling their names. When she eventually opened her eyes, she found Eddie’s waiting for hers only a few inches away. His lips were a darker shade of pink than normal, his cheeks blushing from the lack of air, his chest heaving. His warm hands were still on her when he finally spoke. “I think we should get up. I wouldn’t want your brother or Harrington to find us like this.” He smiled, before leaving a soft, warm kiss on the tip of her nose. Y/N still couldn’t bring herself to speak, so she simply nodded. She placed her hands on Eddie’s shoulder, to support herself as she stood up, before reaching out a hand, offering help to the man sitting at her feet.

However, Eddie had barely made it to his feet when a small figure appeared from behind the tree. “They’re here!” Max’s voice ringed in their ears, and next thing they knew, the entire gang was standing in front of them.

“Why did it take you so long? We were worried something had happened!” Dustin exclaimed, running to his sister’s side and wrapping his arms around her in a quick hug.

Y/N reciprocated the hug, briefly looking at Eddie. “We were just talking.” She smiled, as she parted from her brother.

“We got you guys clean clothes.” Nancy said, and as a trigger, Steve and Robin held up a bag each. “But you can change later in the cars, right now we need to move. There’s more police coming.” She instructed everyone to quietly move through the forest with her leading the way back to the cars. And they couldn’t do anything but comply. So, they all started walking in silence in a make-shift line.

Neither Eddie nor Y/N had fully recovered from the kiss they had shared, and just the thought of it could bring both of them to their knees. So, they tried to play it as cool as possible, tried to act as if nothing had happened, as if the passionate kiss they had just shared was just another dream they had had. But as hard as the girl fought, she couldn’t help but glance at him, walking only a few feet in front of her, as her brother jumped around, telling him how metal the thing he had done for his sister was. And as she walked, she could still feel the tingling sensation on her lips, she could still feel the warmth of his hands on her hips, on her back.

And she was so lost in the warm sensation left behind in the pit of her stomach by the memory of the kiss, that she was startled when Robin spoke. “So, did he kiss you?”

Y/N was taken aback for a moment. She shook her head, blinking away the feeling of Eddie’s breath tickling her skin above her lips. “What?”

“I said, did he kiss you?” Robin repeated herself, whisper-shouting as she leaned closer to her best friend.

“What?” Y/N looked the girl on her side, a puzzled expression on her face to hide the surprise. How did she know?

Robin sighed. “I’m that oblivious, Y/N! I saw how you looked at each other. And don’t think I’m blind either. Red lips, blushing cheeks, short of breath. You have either gone for a run or you guys kiss-”

The girl was abruptly cut off by her friend placing her hand over her mouth. “Robin!” She whisper-shouted, nodding in front of them. “They’re all here!”

Robin moved her hand away, jerking her shoulders. “And? They’re too busy talking to each other.”

“But they could hear!”

“So, he did kiss you!” Robin smiled, trying to wink to her friend, and for the first time, she almost did it right. Almost.

Y/N sighed, putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans. “No, he didn’t.”

“What? Why? You took so long! I thought you two had like a really heartfelt moment that climaxed with him giving you a kiss!” She pouted. “I was really rooting for you!”

Y/N glanced in front of her, her gaze lingering on his figure for a moment, before falling to the ground in front of her. “We had a heartfelt moment. We talked. But he didn’t kiss me.”

“I really thought he was finally gonna do-”

“I did it.” Y/N spoke quickly, the words came out almost like a cluster of sounds, so much that Robin looked at her best friend with a confused expression on her face. “I did it.” She sighed, trying to hide the blush colouring her cheeks. “I kissed him.” She almost whispered the words. She had no clue why, after having showed so much courage and having kissed the man she had been pining for for months probably, she would feel shy at the idea of telling her best friend what she did.

“You did?” If Y/N had been watching, she would have noticed the biggest grin forming on her best friend’s lips. But she hadn’t been looking, since her eyes were fixed on the ground, so she didn’t even notice the hug that came after which made her stop in her tracks. Robin let her entire weight crash against her best friend, as she engulfed her in a warm embrace. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N/N.” She whispered in her ear. “And I’m so glad you’re alive. I really thought I was going to lose you this time.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl’s body, pulling her closer to herself. “You’re not going to lose me, Roro, I promise.” She whispered. “I still have many more years of tormenting you to do.” She giggled, before pulling away slightly, just enough to be able to look at her in the eyes. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

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Would you rather- uncomfortable movie theatre situations:

Have Thor continually move his seat closer to yours in an empty theatre,

or have Bucky keep grazing your back while waiting in the snack line?

AHHHH!!!! Omg im sorry I took so long! This drabble got away from me, but it’s still pretty short. 😬 I have no idea where this shit came from but ultimately it’s your fault. 😂❤️ you’re amazing. 🥺🥰

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, smut, bondage, and … Ice 👀

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Popcorn kernels tink against the glass cage as they burst from their metal container. Their buttery scent permeates the large theater lobby, making your mouth water as you wait patiently for the family of six to finish their order. The mom barking at her kids to stop touching everything as she shoves the purchased boxes of candy into her purse and grabs the two barrel-sized drinks.

“Come on, let’s go watch some singing animals, or whatever,” she says and the kids cheer as they run off down the hall.

You laugh and she rolls her eyes comically with a smile as she chases after the exuberant horde. Thankfully, you won’t be sharing a theater with all of that. You take a step forward, only one more person in front of you. You gasp as you feel a light graze across your ass and you turn to give them a sharp look.

A man with short brown hair in a tight pink polo has his back to you as he chats with his friend, entirely unaware of your outrage. Must have just been an accident. You put a little extra space between you and forget it.

With a grunt you open the heavy door and enter the dimly lit theater. You round the corner and look up at the gridded seats, to your delight, they’re completely empty. You sit near the front of the elevated rows, you always like to put your feet up on the hand railing, it limits the risk of someone sitting in front of you.

You settle in with your popcorn and enjoy one whole trailer before someone else rounds the corner. You spare the two guys a quick glance before the next trailer snags your attention. Oh well, at least there is plenty of space for them to sit far away from you.

They mutter quietly to themselves and find their seats directly behind, only two rows back. You grit your teeth and groan internally as you consider moving, giving yourself a bit more distance, but you don’t want to seem rude. You will be trapped in here with them all movie, so it’s not worth the trouble.

With a click of a button you silence your phone and drop it in your purse, setting it on the seat beside you. The sparse light darkens and that little rush of excitement makes you sink into your seat a little further. The theater has always been your escape, a quiet haven where you get lost in a world different than your own.

You get sucked in, oblivious to everything around you until a shadow passes by your peripherals. You track the man skipping quickly down the steps to your right before he disappears around the corner. Though it’s only a brief distraction it’s enough to blind you to his friend jumping the empty row behind you. Suddenly, an arm swings out from the darkness, pinning your head to the chair.

“Hey, princess,” he coos in your ear, muffling your startled scream with his cool palm. “I have to admit, I’m a little insulted that you didn’t recognize me. A little haircut and a pink polo, and suddenly I’m invisible, huh?”

The voice causes your blood to freeze in fear as the other man reappears only seconds later. How did you not see it before? That triangular torso, is a dead give away even before he removes the baseball cap and smirks as he sees you.

“Doors are locked and the calls been made,” Steve asserts as he stops just on the other side of the railing. “Princess,” he greets you, his expression difficult to read with the bright screen at his back.

You huff through your nose and shake your head, tears heating your eyes as you scratch at Bucky’s unyielding metal hand around your jaw. Bucky chuckles into your ear, his soda-sweet breath hot on your skin. You kick out, trying to slip out of his grasp by sliding down your chair.

“Shit,” Bucky curses as you escape and scramble across the sticky floor.

You panic as they cut off the only two exits, one on either side of you, and close in fast.

“Hey, you’re only going to get yourself hurt,” Steve placates as he stalks down the aisle.

“Fuck you, Steve,” you bark and jump the metal railing, only to get caught embarrassingly quick by Bucky’s hand twisted in your hair.

Your feet slip and you crash against the pole with a pitchy grunt. Steve catches your wrists as you try to bat him away and they guide you to the closest seat. The chair creaks as they slam you down, Bucky pinning you with a cocky smirk while Steve kneels to tie your arms to the padded armrests.

A loud buzz has Steve checking his pocket before announcing, “ETA seven minutes.”

You struggle, the sharp plastic biting your wrists, “please, don’t do this. He told me I could leave if I wanted to. He said it was my choice!”

“Oh come on Princess, you really can’t be that naïve,” Bucky chuckles. “It was a test, and you failed. I’m surprised he gave you so long to change your mind. Must be love, huh Steve?”

Steve nods, “sure seems like it.”

“It’s not love. He’s crazy. And so are both of you,” you snarl, choking back tears.

Bucky tuts as he reaches over to grab your drink, popping the lid and setting it next to you, “that attitude could get you hurt, Princess. Don’t want to be talking like that when he gets here.”

You cringe as he reaches in and pulls out a handful of ice from the cup and nods at Steve, who reaches for your lap. Steve hooks his fingers in the hem of your leggings and pulls them harshly, your ass slipping down the chair as he tugs your underwear with them. Your arms ache at the awkward angle, and your pants twist awkwardly around your ankles.

“Knees,” Bucky orders. Steve grips your knees and keeps them spread wide, exposing you to their dark gaze.

“Still as perfect as ever,” Steve praises, staring at your cunt through the flashing blue lights of the forgotten movie.

Bucky plucks a single cube with his flesh hand and trails it across your cleavage. You whimper and flinch away from the cold, the air conditioned room and your sudden nudity exacerbating your discomfort.

“I think six minutes of this should cool you down,” Bucky snickers as he brings it down between your legs.

You hiss as the ice glides along your slit, your heat melting it quickly so that it trickles down and stains the chair. He hums as he shoves it in, your cunt sucking it in easily as his thick hot finger pushes it deeper. You cry out at the discomfort, your walls clamping around it to try to push it out. But before you can feel that relief Bucky plunges another into you, his hot finger providing a tiny bit of relief from the cold, but not for long.

He manages to get five ice cubes into you, the cold turning into a sharp pain, and then numbing before the pain returns even more than before. The sensation is intense, your hips wiggling as you try to expel them.

“Stop, please! It hurts,” you whine through your teeth, your nails digging into the armrests.

“He’ll be here soon, Princess. And I want you to think long and hard about what you want to say to him. If you’re nice, he might go easy on you,” Steve intones as Bucky loudly sucks the moisture from his cold wet fingers.

“Yeah, which means there might be something left over for us when he’s finished,” Bucky hums in delight.

You groan as your hot cunt burns with ice, the melting water dripping from your core and puddling on the velvet cushion. The shrinking cubes shift within you making you clench in surprise. A gush of water escapes and you moan at the feeling. You aren’t sure if the slickness is entirely from the ice anymore, almost as if the water tricks you into arousal. Your body responds quickly even as you pray for it to end.

“You weren’t always so resistant,” Bucky coos as he admires your twisted expressions. He runs his metal fingers down your cheek, across your lip and slides a knuckle between your teeth for you to bite on. “Just tell him what he wants to hear and we can all be together again,” Bucky urges softly.

“He’s here,” Steve announces, as he turns and heads for the emergency exit.

He pushes open the door and the bright sunlight from the unknowing world beyond reveals a familiar silhouette. His massive frame as wide as the door itself as he steps into the theater and spots you in the sea of red seats. A wide grin grows as he takes in your messy display and strolls toward you.

“Now the real show begins,” Bucky chuckles as he backs away from you, he and Steve silently returning to their seats a few rows back.

Heavy footsteps stop before you as you tremble in the shadow of his hulking frame, so large you can barely see the screen behind him. His face is darkened by the shadows and flickering screen but you can feel his eyes on you. His head tilts as he watches your hips squirm slightly, the last of the ice cubes vacating your hole with one last horrifying squelch.

Your eye lids flutter but you manage to bite back the moan. The relief of the cubes making you sag though the uncomfortable coolness remains.

“Miss me?” He growls, making you shudder in fear.

You swallow thickly and press yourself into the seat, cowering at the trace of malice in his deep voice. You don’t know what to say, you thought you had escaped him. But you should have known he’d never really let you go. A man like this doesn’t just let his property walk off after everything.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles darkly.

His long blond strands tickle your neck as he leans down to capture your lips. He nips at your jaw and whispers in your ear, “vacations over, Princess. Time to come home.”

You whimper as a tear rolls down your cheek, all hope fading as the movie reaches its climax, the sweeping orchestral music capturing Thors attention. His brow quirks as he peeks at the screen over his shoulder.

“I suppose it would be rude of me not to let you finish your movie,” he smirks, turning back he rips the zip ties off the armrests in one effortless motion and hauls you to your feet.

The leggings around your ankles cause you to stumble as he forces you across the small carpeted pathway and shoves you over the back of the a chair. The clink of a belt buckle and zipper sound as you hang over the arched back of the seat. Your hands find the armrests and you keep your head up as he grips your hips and prods at your entrance.

“Watch the screen baby, this is the good part,” he orders as he shoves himself in, moaning at the feel of your cool tight channel.

“Fuck,” you mutter, the heat and stretch of his cock is delicious after the cold torment of the ice. It feels larger, somehow, though it could just be that it’s been a month without him around to keep you properly used.

“Yes, Princess. God. Your so fucking perfect. You’re never leaving me again. Do you hear me?” He grunts angrily, picking up speed.

His cocks hammers into you as you hang on for dear life, hips bruising as they beat into the hard plastic back of the chair.

“Say it, Princess.” He demands, smacking your ass. “I want to hear you say you’re mine.”

You squeak at the sting of his palm on your ass and stutter, “I-I’m yours.”

“Good, the boys and I have missed you. They’ve been begging me to let them drag you back home. But I know you just needed some time to… adjust,” he intones as he leisurely slides in and out of your swollen cunt. “Now there will be no more doubts, right?”

He thrusts hard and you shake your head with a sob, “no sir.”

“Good, girl. So good at remembering your manners,” he chuckles as you near your peak.

You come with a pathetic mewl, clamping around his girth making him moan in delight and spill inside of you. He lets you sag to the floor, curling in on yourself as you give up, stewing in your own mess and humiliation.

“Boys, why don’t you help get our Princess to the car? We have a lot of time to make up for,” Thor purrs as he fixes his clothes and watches his two lapdogs carry you out the theater.

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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small changes have the biggest impact : b.b

being with bucky, you've learnt to be rather observant, but when it comes to small changes about yourself you seem to be rather oblivious. that is until you start to pick up on the small signs that you might be pregnant (1.3k)

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Standing in front of the mirror, you could see him eyeing you from the bed. He was watching your movements closely, noticing you swaying from side to side and glancing at your ass from various angles.

“Does my ass look bigger to you?” Running your hands over your curves, Bucky licks his lips. "James?"

Snapping Bucky out of his thoughts, your glare breaks his daydream. "I, I mean," He stutters over his words and watches your gaze lower to the floor. "baby, I mean," Rising to his feet, Bucky rushes over. Now resting his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck sweetly. "you know, back in my day,"

He listens as you groan loudly, pulling his hands off of you as you spin to face him.

"If you dare start one of your old man stories, Buck," You roll your eyes, moving past him to pick up the nearest hoodie and slip it on, exiting your bedroom before he can say anything else.

"So, you all know the plan?" Steve questions, looking around at the three of you before the door lowers.

Scoffing lightly beside you, Bucky rests his hand on your waist. "We know the drill, Captain." Bucky salutes, not missing Steve rolling his eyes as he picks up his shield. "How you feeling today, doll?"

Bucky isn't oblivious, far from it. He's noticed some small changes in your attitude of late, how much you're now tugging on clothes or hiding your body from him. You've been feeling queasy during training or sit it out entirely when usually you're volunteering to fight your boyfriend at any given opportunity.

"I don't know, Bucky." You admit quietly, not wanting to draw attention from either Nat or Steve whilst their backs remain turned. "My suits been feeling a bit snug, and I know Tony didn't have it dry cleaned so it's not shrunk."

Humming to himself, Bucky can't help his eyes from wandering over your body. "You look beautiful, Y/n. If anything you're looking curvier." He comments quietly to you, brushing his lips across your cheek with a smile before Steve glances back to see you both.

"You two good?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." You nod, moving away from Bucky and stand beside Natasha. "Let's do this." You force a smile on your lips as Bucky's words linger in your mind. Bucky doesn't mean any harm, and you know that, but for some reason, it's hitting you deeper than it should.

Exiting the jet with Natasha, you follow after her instead of going with Bucky. "Hey, you two alright, pal?" Steve notices the frown forming on Bucky's face and his eyebrows furrowing together as you turn left into the building whilst he heads right trailing behind Steve.

"I think so." Bucky states uncertainly. "Y/n's been feelin' a bit off." He explains, keeping his gun raised behind Steve.

Once inside the building, Steve keeps his shield up whilst Bucky remains behind. "Nat said the same to me earlier." Steve remarks. "Told me she's got this glow." He shrugs his shoulders, unaware of Bucky's eyes widening.

"Glowing?" Bucky repeats. "Oh my god." He laughs lightly to himself, starting to put the events of the past six weeks together. "I, I've gotta find Y/n."

"Buck," Steve sighs, glancing over his shoulder to see Bucky already exiting the building, muttering through the comms for your location.

"Hate to say lover boy but Y/n's back on the jet." Natasha groans, causing Bucky's pace to quicken.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Bucky questions with urgency seeing the jet coming into view.

"Relax, she was just sick." Natasha rolls her eyes, continuing through the building. "She thought it would be best to sit it out. we can handle it."

"Thanks again, Nat." Your voice quietly interrupts their line, and Bucky can feel his heart rate calming at the sound of your soft words, the reassurance you're fine and close by.

Forcing yourself upright you grab a hold of the nearest gun, keeping it trained on the door as movement begins to stir outside. Taking a deep breath, you position your gun, ready to fire as it opens.

"Woah, doll, it's me!" Bucky yells, holding his hands up as he's greeted with a gun cocked in his direction.

"Oh," A nervous laugh sounds from you before you lower the gun to your side. "sorry 'bout that, Buck."

Dropping his own gun, Bucky hesitantly walks toward you. "Baby, is everything okay?" Bucky scans your face, noticing how your brief smile drops, allowing yourself to relax and you shake your head.

"I, I'm not sure, James." You whisper, closing your eyes.

Bucky pulls you over to the seats on the sides of the jet, sitting beside you he rests your hands in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles delicately.

"It's me, Y/n, you can tell me anything." He quietly reminds you.

"I know." You sigh, forcing your eyes open to face his, only to see him looking back at you with all the confidence in the world. "Bucky, I, I think I might be pregnant." An involuntary laugh escapes your lips, quickly followed by a small cry as you clasp your hand over your mouth, tearing it from Bucky's grasp.

"Oh, Y/n." Bucky hushes, lifting his arm to bring you into his embrace as you sob into his chest.

"Are you, are you disappointed? I, I haven't done a test yet, but it makes sense, right?" You ramble, staring down at the floor.

Removing his arm from around you, Bucky mutters your name. "You, you really think I'd be disappointed?" It hurts his heart, that you'd think something like this would upset him. "Doll, this is everything I've ever wanted, but only if you do too."

Reaching for your chin gently, Bucky lifts your head up to see tears lining your cheeks whilst your lips quiver. "You, you want this?" You manage to ask between sobs.

"With you, always." Bucky reassures you, barely having time to process before you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. Smiling to himself, Bucky rests his arm around your back, listening as your sobs subside. "We're going to be a family, Y/n." He states, listening to how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"Then we better get you back in one piece." Natasha speaks up, breaking you two from your moment as she and Steve stand in the doorway with the files you all came for. "Can't have lil Natasha hurt." She winks before taking her seat opposite you.

"Or Steve," Steve comments, lowering his shield before patting Bucky's arm lightly.

"Yeah, no," You chuckle, remaining in Bucky's arms as you look over to your friends. "but nice try, guys."

Natasha smirks to herself whilst Steve tries not to frown. "Either way, we're getting you back in one piece, that's our niece or nephew in there." Steve points to your stomach, causing Bucky to cover it with his hand protectively.

"Don't you two worry," Bucky smiles down to you. "we've got it covered."

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 3 years

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Unfaithful | Final Chapter

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2718

Warnings: all the angst with a side order of fluff, FINAL CHAPTER

A/N: this is it, the series finale. I really hope you guys enjoyed the series and that this ending does it justice. Thank you for the lovely comments on previous chapters, I love you guys! Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

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“We need to talk”

“I think you said enough yesterday” I say dismissively as I stand up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

“But you did!”

“I know this is no excuse but I was really drunk”

“You're right, that isn’t an excuse. What you said to me really hurt”

“I know and I am so so sorry. I think I thought that if I could make you hate me then it would be easier for me to not love you.”

I pause, trying to make sense of what he’s just said.

“That’s stupid”

“I realise that now, but at the time my alcohol infused brain thought it was genius.” He says and I can't help but be slightly amused “Look Y/N, I need you to know I didn’t mean any of what I said yesterday. And I really hope you don't hate me, though I don't blame you if you do”

“I don’t hate you” I take his hands in mine and look deep in his eyes “I could never hate you, you mean too much to me now. I couldn’t have got through the past few weeks without you, so you're not getting rid of me that easy”

I give him a gentle but sincere smile and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“It didn’t work anyway” he says and I respond with a confused look “My genius plan failed… I still love you”

Before I can say anything else Eva appears at the door.

“There you are!” She calls and I quickly release the priest’s hands as I turn to look at her. She looks from me, to the priest and back to me “everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. This is the priest who’s doing the wedding.”

“Oh uh, actually… I’m not anymore” he says, suddenly awkward again.

“Can you give us a minute?” I say to Eva and she nods before disappearing back inside the house. I turn my attention back to the worried looking priest “What do you mean?”

“I can’t be there today”

“Are you serious? We need you!”

“I know it’s unprofessional to pull out this late but so is kissing the bride behind the groom’s back, so…” he lets out a small nervous chuckle “I’ve arranged cover already. Father Crilly. He’s a good priest, he’ll make sure it all runs smooth”

“You're a good priest! You can make sure it runs smooth!”

“I can’t” he says, looking down at his feet

“Of course you can”

“No I can’t!” He snaps, looking back up at me. I notice tears starting to form in his eyes. “I can’t because I want it to go wrong. I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me”

My breath catches in my throat as I look at him, not knowing how to respond.

“Father…” I almost whisper “I- I don't know what to say”

“You don't have to say anything”

“You know how much mean to me-”

“Please don’t” he interrupts but I carry on

“-but I can’t leave Daniel. I’m sorry”

“I can’t pretend to understand why you would marry a man who treats you the way he has, but if you love him even half as much as I love you… then I respect your decision. I’m not going to get in your way.”

He turns to leave but I grab his arm gently stopping him.

“Are you gonna be alright?” I ask and he gives me a small nod

“It’ll pass”

I watch as he walks out my driveway and disappears down the road, taking deep steadying breaths before putting a smile on my face and heading inside to get ready.

After all, today is to be the happiest day of my life. Right?

— — — —

So far the rest of the day has run smooth. I explained to Eva and the rest of the bridesmaids that the priest had to pull out last minute, making up some excuse about a family emergency, but that he’d arranged cover so there was nothing to stress about. Eva, as my substitute maid of honour, took on the job of alerting Daniel to the last minute change so there would be no confusion when he turned up at the church and found Father Crilly waiting for him.

A few hours later I descended the stairs in my beautiful white dress to the sound of the girls showering me with compliments and my aunt Lynda sniffling into a hankie.

“You look like a princess” she says, pulling me into a slightly too tight hug.

It wasn’t long till the cars arrived and we were on our way. The bridesmaids pilled into one while me and Aunt Lynda got into the other. Lynda rambled on about something but I couldn't really hear her. Too busy staring silently out of the window. The closer we get to the church, the more I can feel the panic rising in my chest.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks as she squeezes my hand gently, pulling my mind back into the car.

“Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” I reply as convincingly as possible.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Hell, I was more nervous the second time than I was for my first”

“I didn’t know you were married before uncle Steve?”

“Yeah! It was long before you were born. We were school sweethearts. Like you and Daniel, only less in love. We thought we were in love but looking back now I realise we were too young to really know what that meant. Your dad tried to warn me. Said Troy and I were better off as friends, but we didn’t listen. He was great for relationship advice was your dad, bit of a self proclaimed love expert.” She pauses, going watery eyed again “I’m sorry he’s not here”

“Me too”

“I’m sure wherever he is, he’ll be watching over you today. Your mother too. They’d both be so proud” she squeezes my hand again and smiles tearfully.

“Don't make me cry. If I ruin my makeup Eva will kill me” I laugh, wiping under my eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She says, handing me a tissue “no more crying, this is a happy day!”

— — — —

By the time we arrived at the church the bridesmaids were waiting outside with the photographer and the new priest. The photographer camera flashed at me as Lynda helped me out of the car and lead me to the church. Looking up at those wooden doors, I was glad I had Lynda to cling onto. My legs felt like jelly.

Father Crilly introduced himself to me before heading inside the church. The bridesmaids, Lynda and I waited outside until we heard the music start, signalling the beginning of the ceremony. The bridesmaids began their walk up the aisle and before long the music changed again to the bridal chorus.

“Here we go”

We walk into the church, stopping just inside the doors. I glance up to the front of the church to see Daniel looking back at me, a smile spread across his face. A smile I can’t make myself return. Instead I keep my eyes down, focusing on the floor as we walk up aisle. I can feel every set of eyes on me, but I keep mine fixed on my feet that carry me closer and closer to my future.

We reach the top and Lynda gives me a kiss on the cheek before going to join the bridesmaids on the front row. Daniel takes my hand in his, whispering “you look amazing” into my ear as Father Crilly begins the ceremony.

His opening speech goes by in a blur. I try to listen to every word he’s saying, to keep myself planted in the real world but my mind is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t stop thinking about what Lynda said in the car. What if Daniel and I aren’t in love? We just think we are because we’ve been together so long. We’re just used to being with each other.

I also can’t get the priest out of my head. Worrying about him. Wondering what he’s doing now, whether he’s thinking about me. I replay our last conversation in my head.

‘I still love you’

‘I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me’

I try to push his words from my mind, focusing instead on his final ones.

‘It’ll pass’

But what if it doesn’t.

“If any person present knows of any lawful reason why this marriage can’t take place they should speak now or forever hold their peace” Father Crilly pauses.

A tense silence fills the room.

I look out across the crowd of friends and family sitting silently in their seats, a small part of me hoping the priest will burst through the doors dramatically declaring his love for me as he sweeps me away to live happily ever after.

I shake the fantasy from my mind and turn my attention back to the man I’m actually about to marry. Daniel is also looking out at the church crowd. He looks nervous. I give his hand a gentle squeeze and he looks at me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper and he nods, but I can tell he’s not. As he looks away from me again my mind starts to spiral, panic rising in my chest. I can’t do this.

‘It’ll pass’

I think I’m making a mistake.

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings are too intense to ignore.

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings of love. Not for Daniel. For the priest. I don't want them to pass.

“I object” I say quietly, staring down at my hand enclosed within Daniel’s. I can feel his gaze on my face as a wave of gasps and shocked murmuring works its way through the church.

“What?” He says, a nervous laugh escapes his lips but the smile fades as my sad eyes lock onto his.

“I object”

“To- to your own wedding…?” Father Crilly asks, voice full of confusion.

“I can’t do it. I can’t start a marriage with a lie.”

“Y/N? What are you talking about?” Daniel asks, gripping my hands tightly in his own, afraid to let go.

“When you marry someone, there shouldn’t be any secrets. You have to be able to confess anything, trust them with everything… I need to be honest with you.” I pause, building up the courage to say what I need to say next. “Daniel I-”

“I cheated on you” he blurts out, earning another gasp from the crowd

“…what?”

“I’ve been having an affair…” Daniel repeats “Tiff and I… we, uh-”

“Tiffany? My best friend Tiffany?” I ask and he nods “How long?”

“Maybe we should continue this somewhere else” Father Crilly tries to move us but I ignore him.

“How long Daniel? How long have you been sleeping with my best friend behind my back?”

“A few months I think”

“You think? What, you don't even remember?” I bring my hands up to my head, rubbing circles on my temples as I turn my back on Daniel and take deep breaths.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you-” he puts his hands on my shoulders but I shrug him off.

“You say that a lot for someone who has repeatedly hurt me. Emotionally…” I turn back to face him “physically. And every time I make excuses for you, brush off the insults, hide the bruises because I thought I was in love with you. But I’m not. I don't love you. I haven’t loved you for a long time. I was just too scared to leave you. But I'm not scared anymore”

“I really think we should talk this through somewhere private” Father Crilly tries again but I shake my head.

“I’m done.” I take Daniel’s hand and look him straight in the eye “Thank you for finally setting me free”

I remove my engagement ring and place it in his hand before turning and walking back down the aisle to exit the church. Daniel runs after me, stopping me once we’re outside.

“Y/N! Please just let me explain-”

“Did you ever stop to think how I would feel?” I spin around, taking him by surprise “When you were with her, did you consider me at all?” I pause, giving him the chance to respond but he doesn’t “See that’s the difference between you and me. All I ever do, all I’ve ever done, is think about you and how you’d react. A few days ago I kissed someone-”

“What?! Who?!” He yells, anger creeping onto his face

“Don't you dare get angry with me after what you’ve done!” I respond and he takes a deep breath “I could’ve done more. I had the opportunity to sleep with him. But I didn’t. Because I kept thinking about you, about how you would feel. And what you would do to me if you ever found out”

“I love you”

“No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have slept with my best friend. You don't love me, and that’s fine. I don't love you either, cause if I truly did then I wouldn’t have kissed the priest. I think we both just convinced ourselves we were in love because everyone else thought we were this fairytale love story. But maybe we were better off as friends.”

“Maybe” he says quietly, deep in thought “I’m really sorry, about everything. I treated you…terribly”

Hearing a sincere, genuine apology from him, I finally feel at peace with it all.

“It doesn’t matter now” I say, giving him a small smile “do you love Tiffany?”

He thinks for a moment before gently nodding his head.

“I think so, yeah”

“You should tell her” I say, gesturing behind him as Tiffany comes running towards us.

“Eva texted me.” She says breathlessly “Y/N, I am so sorry I should have-”

I cut her off by pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay” I say, releasing her and she looks at me in shock as I hand her my bridal bouquet “I hope you two are happy together. Really I mean that”

I turn and walk away.

“Where are you going?” Tiff calls after me.

“To get my happy ending”

— — — —

“Y/N?!”

The priest looks at me confused as he answers his front door.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“You lied to me” I say deadpan “you said Father Crilly would make sure it all ran smooth. But it didn’t. Something went very very wrong during the ceremony.”

“What happened?” He looks genuinely concerned

“Well a few things. The bride objected, and then the groom confessed to cheating with the former maid of honour. Then the bride confessed to kissing the former priest and they both confessed to not loving each other.”

He stands looking at me for a few moments, taking it all in.

“Wow” he finally says “so not smooth then?”

“No” I burst out laughing and the priest joins in before turning serious again.

“Are you okay?” He asks, searching my face.

“Yeah” I say after a moment, “more than okay, I’m great. I feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders”

“That’s good”

There’s a comfortable silence before I speak again.

“You know, during the ceremony I kept hearing you in my head. Saying ‘It’ll pass’. And I realised something”

“What?”

“I don't ever want this feeling to pass. This feeling I get when I think of you, when I’m with you.” I pause to take a breath “I love you”

“I love you too Y/N”

I smile.

“So what happens now?”

He takes a step toward me, closing the gap as he brings his hands up to my face and crashes his lips to mine.

— — — —

I started this story by saying every girl dreams of her perfect wedding day.

Well mine ended up being far from perfect.

But as I lay here wrapped in the priest’s arms, for the first time in a long time I’m happy. I’m free.

And I’m in love.

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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My Little Girl - 2

Pairing: dark!Tony Stark x reader , slight dark!Steve x reader

Summary: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined.

Words: 3.4k

Warning: Breeding Kink, DUB-CON, Smut, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Uh…seems to be turning into a series.

Read the first part here

Part 3

MASTERLIST

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You were laying before the royal physician, the old man poking your stomach. Prince Tony stood behind him, refusing to wait beyond the privacy screen. The physician took your wrist in his hand, taking your pulse and waited. Finally, he let your hand fall and shook his head at the prince.

“I’m sorry Your Highness, she is not with a child.” He said to your relief and Tony’s vexation.

The Prince had claimed you for his own months ago, hoping to get you pregnant so he could convince his parents to break royal protocol and marry you. However, you had not conceived till now and his patience was thinning.

Princess Pepper of the neighboring kingdom was living in the palace with them, already betrothed to the Prince. Their wedding loomed closer with each passing day, and your childless womb prevented the Prince from breaching the topic of your nuptials with the King and Queen. Without the excuse of an heir, it would be impossible for the kingdom to accept a mere maid as their princess. As fearful as you were of public ostracization as a ruined woman, you were still relieved you didn’t have to marry the prince. It was a wonder how you hadn’t conceived yet, since Tony was insatiable, taking you multiple times every day. While he would partake in the pleasure of your mouth, he would always release in your cunt, holding his seed inside with his cock and fingers.

Tony came closer to you and took your hand in his, kissing it softly.

“Don’t worry my little girl, it will happen soon enough.” He assured you, one hand caressing your cheek. Then he turned to the physician who looked at you both with disapproval. “What is wrong with her? Is she sick?” Is she barren?

You and the physician both heard the unsaid question in his voice, and you felt both relived and dejected when the physician shook his head.

“Your Highness, the maid is –”

Before the poor man could utter another word, Tony’s sword was at his throat threatening to end his life.

“This is the last time I’ll remind you to not call her that. She is your future queen; you’ll address her with the respect due to her!” Tony thundered and the physician blanched in fear, nodding aggressively. You touched Tony’s hand and he looked at you, softening slightly before pulling away his sword. The old physician cleared his throat before continuing.

“As I was saying Your Highness, the lady is fertile and healthy. It seems something else is the matter for which she can’t conceive.”

“Are you telling me that my seed is sterile?” Tony asked in a hard voice and the old physician scrambled in desperation, shaking his head in negation.

“No, Your Highness, you and the lady are both in perfect health. However, other aspects may affect her childbearing abilities. Stress, physical exhaustion, food intake also affects a lady’s health.”

“And how do I make sure she’s fit to take my seed?”

“Your Highness, if I may be bold enough to say, I will urge you to desist. Your union is not sanctified by holy matrimony, and a child out of wedlock would bring nothing but misfortune to the kingdom.” The old man seemed to almost tremble as he finally said what had been on his mind since Tony first consulted him about you. It was not unheard of for royals to take pleasure in lowly servants, but to think of marrying one and having a child was blasphemous. The physician was loyal to the court and to the King, and if the Prince didn’t take his advice, he was determined to go to the King himself.

Tony’s eyes flashed and he stepped close to him, invading his space. Nose to nose, the young prince’s gaze bore into the old man’s, rage and challenge lightening them.

“You are the royal physician, so you already know the truth about my father’s health. How long do you think he’ll live, huh? How long until I take over the throne? Do you really want to cross your future king right now?”

His voice was deceptively soft and calm, and even you shuddered though the threat wasn’t directed at you. With the sure way he spoke of His Majesty’s health, you wondered if he had something to do with it. It was clear to the servants that King Howard Stark would have preferred any other son to Prince Tony, and only the interference of the Queen kept peace between them. Blasphemous though it was to even think such a thought, you would not put it past the Prince to commit treason. When Tony wanted something, he got it, consequences be damned.

The royal physician quivered in his feet, his aged and saggy face showing his inner turmoil. Finally, accepting that he would rather live a long life than a loyal one, he bowed to the Prince.

“My apologies Your Highness. I’ll prepare some herbs for the lady to help increase her chances at conception.”

Tony nodded and dismissed him, turning his attention back to you, sitting on the bed and leaning down to kiss you softly. You kissed back out of habit, not knowing what would happen to you now. Tony’s wedding with Princess Pepper was just around the corner, and you hoped that it would take place before you got with a child. Polygamy was not permitted under the laws of this kingdom, and even if you bore a child, The Prince could never marry you as long as Princess Pepper lived. You could run away to some far land where no one knew you, maybe salvage the rest of your remaining life somehow.

“My little girl, you need not worry.” Tony said, smoothing the frown that had appeared between your brows. He could be so tender and kind, that you almost felt bad about leaving him. But then you remembered that he controlled your life, every move you made was under his supervision. Not only had he snatched you from your family and kept you hidden in his own chambers, he took away your choice and honor. Even if you managed to escape his clutches, you will never be a respected woman.

Tony traced your face with his finger, leaning over you to place kisses over your neck and chest. You squirmed, your hands fisting his tunic as he pulled down the neckline of your dress and exposed your bosom. He flicked his tongue over your buds, watching them harden in the open air. You moaned softly when his hand reached between the folds of your dress, finding your core drenched.

“I will make sure you take my seed. You will bear my heirs; you’ll grow round with them. Your breast will leak and nurse them, and you’ll beg me to do it again and again.” His words were whispered to different parts of your body: your breasts and stomach and cunt. You couldn’t help your reaction to him, The Prince played your body like a maestro plays his instrument.

Your heart beat a staccato in your chest, breath getting sharper as your bare body met his and tangled in a dance of sweat and sweet sweet pleasure. Tony entered you in a long hard thrust making you arch your back and took your mouth in a possessive kiss.

“Tell me what I want to hear” He said.

“I am yours Tony. I belong to you my Prince.” You parroted as always and he rewarded you by mashing your nub between his thumb and finger, making you mewl in pleasure. You panted in his mouth, your hands around his neck and your fingers digging into his flesh.

Tony suddenly pulled out of you and flipped you on your back, pulling your ass up in the air. He thrust inside you from behind, his body curving over yours and hitting new angles. Your whines echoed across the chamber and you wondered for the hundredth time how no one knew you were here, or if they did and just didn’t care.

“Look at you, taking me so well. No one makes me this hard. Only you my little girl, only you. Soon we’ll have our brethren squealing around us, a family of my own.” He kissed your back before sucking your neck and marking you as his. One of his hands travelled down and found your nub again, and with a few expert tweaks the bubble inside you burst, your heat washing over Tony’s cock. He hissed in pleasure when you clamped around him, your softness making his balls tighten and release their load deep inside you. You dropped down on the bed, limp and spent. Tony’s weight crushed you before you whined and he rolled to the side, taking you with him.

He held your sweaty body flush to his, both your hearts beating fast and breaths coming down to normal. You curled into his warmth, the only time you allowed yourself to actually feel close to him. He was a cruel man, but he tried his best to never hurt you. When he lay with you, he made sure you got your pleasure. It seemed important to him that you enjoy it as much as he did.

You looked up at him with sleepy eyes and found his gaze already locked on you. He tipped your chin and kissed you slowly, savoring every second of it. Kisses like these scared you the most, for somehow, they felt more intimate than the act you had just done with him. Every time he kissed you like this, you allowed yourself to love him for that small time and it scared you more than anything else.

“I’ll make sure you’re my wife. Even if you aren’t with child until the wedding, you’ll still be mine. I’ll make it happen.” Tony said, tucking your head in the crook of his neck and pressing another kiss on your head.

“What about His Majesty? And Princess Pepper?” You asked softly, playing with the spattering of hair on his chest. A round scar was proudly displayed in the middle, a testament to his bravery where he almost died in a battle.

“I don’t care what they think. I promised you that I won’t abandon you and I am a man of my word. You’ll be my wife even if I have to rewrite the laws of the kingdom myself.”

You sat up at his words, looking at him with worry and trepidation in your heart.

“Tony, what have you done?” You asked softly and he signed, pulling you close and resting his head in the valley of your breast.

“Don’t worry about anything. You just look after yourself. No more stress for you, you heard what the physician said. You take your herbs and think about being my wife.”

You knew he wouldn’t say anymore on the subject, and you were too scared of the answer to push for more. Only the King had the power to rewrite the laws, and Tony couldn’t be king unless his father died. You ran a shaky hand through his hair, wondering how much he was willing to lose and sacrifice to have you.

“Y/n?” Tony asked, his voice heavy with sleep. You hummed and kept caressing his hair, lulling him deeper into his slumber. “Do you love me as much as I love you?”

His question made your hand still for just a moment before it started carding through his soft hair again.

“I care for you My Prince” You said but you didn’t know if he heard you, his sleeping body curled around yours and head resting over your heart.

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You twisted in the sheets, your body writhing in agony, a hand putting pressure to your throat. You clawed in the air, choking over a cry, eyes searching the darkness for him who’s hands were kind and gentle. The pressure increased and your breath escaped you, your body seizing in on itself and falling limp.

You woke up with a start, your hand flying to your throat in fear. The dream felt too real and you turned to see Tony’s side of the bed empty. Your heartbeat was unnaturally fast, and you stumbled out of the bed to pour yourself a glass of water. The pitcher was empty, and your dry throat burned with need of cool liquid to sooth it. You wanted to ring the bell beside the bed to call a maid in, but you were supposed to be a secret until the Prince convinced his parents to allow your marriage. As far as you knew, only the guards at the entrance knew you were hear and they were loyal to the Prince. They had explicit orders to not let you leave but you figured you could ask them to bring you water.

You opened the ornate doors of the prince’s chamber and poked your head out, the two guards who stood at attention turned to look at you.

“Can you please ask someone to get some water here? I – I would go myself but…” You trailed off, ashamed of being a kept woman. One of the guards nodded and told you to wait inside. You lay back down on the bed, wondering where Tony had gone off too. It was too early for him to be gone.

You heard the door open and assumed the guard had returned with the pitcher of water. You turned your back towards the door, hiding your face inside the sheets.

“Please keep it on the table, thank you very much.” You said and heard feet shuffling. When you didn’t hear them leave, you turned around and saw to your horror Lord Steven Rogers standing there. You gasped and sat up, pulling the sheets to your chin despite begin dressed in a modest nightgown.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice revealing how scared you were. While it was the Prince who coveted you, it was his Lord who terrified you more. The Prince fancied himself in love with you, so you knew his chances of hurting you were little. But Lord Rogers was a different case. Despite knowing you had the Prince’s favor, his eyes wandered over you and made you feel cheaper than any night spent with the prince made you feel.

“Hello, lovely maid. Or should I start calling you My Princess?” He asked, his voice just as mocking and amused as ever.

“What are you doing here? The Prince would not like you being in his chambers alone with me,” you said, thankful your voice came out a little stronger.

Lord Rogers smiled at you, and to your surprise poured you a glass of water and approached you with it.

“You’re under his highness’s protection. I’m making sure you’re comfortable when he’s away.” He said and held the glass out to you. You took it with shaking hands and sipped silently, looking at him with vary eyes.

“You have done your job then, please leave.” You said and he chuckled.

“Oh, look at you, learning to give orders. Is his seed blessed that taking it makes you a royal?”

He was standing too close to you, so much that with another step he would be leaning almost directly over you.

“Please, leave.”

His hand shot out and touched your cheek, making you jerk back in alarm.

“You look so pretty when you beg, lovely maid. I can see now what he sees in you. What wouldn’t I give to have you to myself.” Lord Rogers mused and the moment you saw his hand move you jumped over to the other side of the bed, taking the sheets with you. He didn’t follow like you expected and stayed far with a smirk on his lips.

“Lord Rogers, you must leave now, or I’ll scream”

He shook his head, the golden hair on his head gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the window.

“I almost feel sorry for you, for the false hopes he’s given you.” He said and leaned against the opposite wall, staring at you. “You are after all innocent in this game, but you will suffer the most.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking to the door, and hoping Tony will walk in and rescue you.

“He will not marry you. He can’t, until you are with a child, which you won’t be.”

You looked at him sharply, suspicious clouding your vision.

“How do you know I’m not with child? What do you mean that I won’t be with one?”

Lord Rogers smiled a secret smile, his eyes twinkling in mirth and intrigue.

“My lovely maid, you’re so naïve. Haven’t you heard that even walls have ears? This is the royal palace, and you’re consorting with the prince. You already have many enemies.”

He pushed away from the wall and came for you before you could move. Cornered against the cabinet, he leaned close to you, taking in your scent.

“When he pushes you away, I’ll be waiting with open arms. Unlike him, I’ll actually make you mine.” He said.

He moved away not a second too soon as the doors opened with a bang and Tony swept inside. He looked at your scared, wide eyes before narrowing his gaze at Steve who gave him a small bow. Tony came up to you and took you in his arms, your body pressing into him.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Tony asked, anger evident in his tone.

“Just bringing your lady some water that she asked for,” Steve replied. Tony looked at you in question and you nodded, burrowing your face in his chest. When it came to the two men, you would always choose the Prince.

“Get out. You’re not to be with her alone.”

Steve nodded and without another glance at you left the chambers. The moment he was gone, Tony fisted your hair and pulled you in a long and arduous kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“What did he really want?” Tony asked and you hugged him tighter.

You almost kept mum, scared that what Lord Rogers said was true and Tony would abandon you and throw you to him. But one look in Tony’s eyes and you knew he was much too possessive to even think about letting you go. So, trusting your gut you told him everything that Steve said.

“My little girl,” Tony said, your face cupped his hands, “tell me you didn’t believe a word that bastard said. I will never leave you.”

You nodded tearfully, snuggling into Tony’s warmth.

“He said I can’t bear your children.” You whispered and Tony grunted in displeasure.

“That’s something I’ll look into. Steve is not under my control anymore. He reports directly to my father, but you don’t worry about that. He’ll not get to you. I’ll kill him if he ever so much as looks at you again, I’ll kill him even if I have to bear my father’s wrath for killing one of his men.”

While Tony tried his best to reassure you of your safety, you wondered how much of that was true. Steve’s words made sense. Your relationship with the Prince must have made you enemies, and you wondered if running away would be a good choice even if you get a chance to do so. Staying with the Prince would guarantee you your life and protection, but if you leave and Steve catches you…you shivered in fear. Even the thought of him putting those hands on you made you sick.

You looked at Tony who was sleeping beside you, one of his hands clasping yours. You realized suddenly that though he may be a Prince, he was still not in control of his own destiny. If the danger you sensed in your heart was true, then not only were you in danger, but the Prince was being conspired against by his own people.

You touched your stomach, your mind going over Lord Roger’s words over and over. The way he said that you can’t bear kids…it made it sound like you couldn’t have Tony’s children, but the physician had said you were both is perfect health. Your head hurt with what that might imply, and you turned to the side, shifting closer to Tony’s warmth. His arms wrapped around you even in his sleep, and you closed your eyes, hoping sleep would claim you.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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hey!! i love your writing sm💕 idk if you’re still taking requests or if you’re comfortable w a like platonic or father figure yandere. But how about yan! Steve Rogers where he kidnaps a teenage girl to be his daughter then shields her from the world to “protect” her kinda like rapunzel. if you don’t want to that’s no problem at all tho💕

Hi, sweetie! This is a very peculiar request, and I really, really like it! I guess I’ve made Steve a little softer than I expected, but here he is. Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

The one he cares about

Pairing: adoptive dad!Steve & Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: yandere, obsession (non-romantic!), stalking, kidnapping, death of minor characters (but nothing too scary).

Words: 1870.

P.S. Just to clarify this is NOT an incest story, Steve does not harbor any romantic feelings for the reader, he loves her like a parent does.

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Pacing up and down nervously like a caged tiger, Steve threw a glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, ready to take out his cellphone and give you a call. It was just 10 pm, but he felt something wasn't going quite right. Was everything ok at that party? Were you enjoying yourself? Did you finally confess to that silly guy Steve didn't like at all? What if he had already got you, Steve's precious little daughter, into bed?

Breathing in deeply, the man tried calming himself down. You were an adult. At one point you would start dating people, and it was perfectly alright, Sam reminded him the other day. You weren't some princess locked in a tower with Steve guarding you like an angry dragon. You had the right to love and be loved, create your own family, for God's sake. When he thought of you leaving him Steve was ready to break that kitchen wall.

No, no, no, it was alright. You loved him with all your heart, and no stupid guy could take it away from Steve. He was your father. Adoptive father, of course, but he did everything he could to make you trust and love him as much as you true family. You were calling him dad, after all. And even if you eventually married someone, Steve would always stay close to help and support you - and your kids, if you ever decide to have any. At the thought of him kissing the cheeks of his cute little grandchildren Steve had finally relaxed.

Oh, was it the sound of the front door opening? As much as he wanted to rush to meet you, the man quickly put on his apron he ironed this morning and turned to the heated stove to put a meat pie in it. Alright, alright, you were already home, it was perfect.

But why so early? Steve was really generous this time and gave you till 1 am - of course, if you took a taxi, not go walking the streets in the night. Did something go wrong? Did the guy reject you? Did he take advantage of you? Did he... do something he shouldn't have?

Steve felt his blood boiling. In a second he was ready to storm out of the kitchen to beat the shit out of that bastard who was stupid enough to hurt his child.

"Hi dad! I'm home!"

As you walked in, carrying your beaded clutch in your arms and yawning tiredly, Steve put a smile on his face momentarily, assessing whether you were hurt within a couple of seconds. No, apparently, you were alright: you moved just like before; your hair wasn't ruffled, and your makeup wasn't smeared eather. He had overreacted again.

"Welcome back, sweet pea." Steve moved closer to you, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead as you giggled softly, throwing your arms around his broad back. "How did it go?"

As your face turned gloomy for a fleeting second, he knew his sixth sense wasn't lying to him: something didn't go well.

"Nah." You brushed it off as you sat on the chair, carelessly leaving your clutch on the table and stretching your legs with a loud sigh.

"What is it, sweetie?"

Furrowing his brows, Steve sat across from you, his hands folded as he stared at you with worry. Shit, did this guy try doing something funny? Did he offend you? Oh, Steve was going to have a nice talk with him, a moron who thought he could do this to his little girl and it would never come back at him. Should he call Natasha? Maybe Bucky? He knew they were still in town. No, no, he would take this matter in his own hands and go have a nice talk with that stupid ungrateful ba-

"It's alright, I swear." You muttered and forced a smile, drawing his attention back to you. "He just... well, just didn't return my feelings."

"Did he reject you?"

For a second Steve felt both relieved and ready to go murder that kid in a cold blood. Rejected you? The prettiest and smartest girl in the town with a heart of gold? Who did that little shit think he was, rejecting Steve's precious daughter?

But it was better than him forcing you to do something you didn't want. At least that asshole didn't do anything inappropriate to you, probably too scared to face your angry dad who could crack his skull with one hand.

"Not like reject in the full sense of the word, but... um, I feel like he was a little scared of me." Your smile turned bitter, and you leaned onto Steve, pressing your forehead into his chest as you exhaled loudly.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Everybody around knew you were the daughter of retired Captain America, and people were treating you with such caution as if you were some time bomb, clearly unwilling to make the world's first Avenger angry. Partly, it was a good thing since no one tried messing with you. However, you were also left pretty much alone, ignored by the majority for the sake of their own well-being. Although you had found several friends, dating someone was a completely different thing: guys were running away from before you even spoke to them.

"I'm so sorry." The man said quietly, rubbing your back and gently caressing your head with his other hand. "This is my fault."

You sighed, lifting your head and looking at Steve so tenderly he suddenly felt like he was the happiest man in the world. What, weren't you upset?

"Come on, dad." His heart sped up when you called him that, and he was ready to lift you up in the air, kissing his little girl's nose. "I thought he's different, but he's just a chicken like all other guys. I'll get over him soon."

"Hard to live up to our standards, I guess." Steve smiled and pinched your nose a little, making you laugh again. "But you need to know I am really sorry, sweat pea. I swear I wouldn't stand in your way if you decided he was the right guy for you."

Actually, Steve pretty much would, but you wouldn't know about it. Happiness of his only child was the only thing that mattered to him now: what was the point of being a parent if you couldn't make your kid happy?

"It's okay, really, dad. I wouldn't change the things as they are now. When I think what could happen if you didn't see me on the street that night... uh-huh." You didn't finish the sentence, not that you needed to.

If Steve didn't find you that night desperately searching for food on the streets of New York, you'd probably be dead now.

You were born to a good family, and you spent the first 11 years of your life in a nice place, having loving parents, the roof above your head and food on the table. You were just one more happy kid among thousands of others, neither better nor worse than all of them. It all changed when your parents were killed by two robbers who had broken into your house, and soon you ended up in an orphanage - you still had nightmares about this place. You spent a year there before you escaped, choosing the streets over an orphanage. Silly you, thinking it would be better.

When Steve found you, you were 13. Dirty, always hungry, acting like a little wild animal, you were no more pitiful than any other homeless child, ignored by the majority of people, but Steve saw you. He took you with him - forcefully, of course, because you fought him like a little angry cat, frightened to the core he was going to take advantage of you like all those people pretending to help you. But he didn’t. He was the one who had truly cared.

It took him months to get you accustomed to living in a house again with someone close to you. Steve spent even more time trying to make you trust him, make you believe he was your friend, somebody you could rely on, trust, see as a parental figure. You couldn’t even name all those people he hired to help you: countless psychologists and psychiatrists; doctors and nurses of all kinds; visiting teachers and tutors. Despite liking to live alone, Steve brought so many strangers to his house it felt like living in a royal palace with tons of court attendants. All of this was for you, the only person he cared about, his little child.

When you were 15, you started calling him dad, and that was the day neither Steve nor you would ever forget: he scooped you up and kept swinging you around till your head was spinning while he laughed and shouted how much he loved you, the best daughter he could ever had.

You never knew the extent to which Steve cared about you, following you secretly when you finally agreed to leave the house - he needed to know you were safe and sound. Of course, he was always there when he supposed someone wasn’t treating you right, and he did everything he could to keep his only child happy. Unfortunately, you were lonely until Steve found a couple of good friends for you, but it was alright. You were perfectly okay now.

“I love you too, sweet pea.” He smiled, caressing your head gently. “But you know what? Don’t worry about that guy. I actually have someone who I want you to meet, and he’s a really sweet kid.”

“Whoa, what? What kid?”

“Well, you know. Kid from work.”

“Dad, what work? What kid?” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling. “How old is he, at least?”

“A little older than you, but he’s alright. He’s been wanting to meet you for some time.” But before Steve wasn’t sure kid was the right guy for you, considering that he was still very much an Avenger and was involved in all kinds of dangerous situations.

“Dad, what kid? Are you talking about your superhero colleagues or something?”

“... yeah? I promise, you’ll like him. Peter’s a good kid.”

“Peter? Peter goddamn Parker?!” You exclaimed loudly, realizing he was talking about Spider-Man. “Are you joking?!”

“What did I tell you about swearing, sweetheart?” Furrowing his brows, Steve shook his head in disapproval, but laughed in the very next second, watching your guilty expression. “Alright, alright. I’m not joking. If you’d like to meet him, I’ll ask him to come tomorrow for dinner, ok?”

“Yes, please!”

As he took the pie out of the oven with you waiting at the dinner table, Steve thought about giving the kid a big lecture about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do to you, but he was more or less sure Peter knew what was right and wrong. Steve could spot that familiar glint in kid’s eyes when he was looking at your photo that Steve had been showing him proudly.

It would turn out alright. Your father was ready to do anything it takes to make you happy.

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darkherolovercroissant · 3 years

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Runaway Princess

Pairing:Bucky x fem reader

Warnings: fluff and mentions of smut

The library

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March 19th was the day you were to marry a prince from a kingdom you’ve never been too. You had no idea who he was or what he looked like, for all you know, your father could pass you off to a man way older than you.

The night the word broke through the kingdom, the night soon followed and you plotted an escape.

“Why be a Princess when you can be the Queen of your own world.” You mutter as you disguise yourself and travel amongst the servants who were unaware of who was sneaking off.

———

The hallways were long and cold, yet the urge to escape kept burning inside keeping you warm. The urge to have free will was brighter than any star in the night sky.

The way you memorized the patterns of the kingdom and snuck through without being spotted really made you laugh. How on earth was this such a great kingdom if the Princess snuck out.

———

Meanwhile the next morning, both castles were in a tizzy. Both Prince and Princess were missing. Their bedroom was empty and a note left behind.

Kiss my ass

The King and Queen were furious and humiliated by their offspring. The future of the kingdoms they grew up in. They searched every house and every corner and no luck was achieved.

———-

It wasn’t long before your identity was discovered and you knew you’d have to leave. You couldn’t have anyone catching you now. Spotting a group of men approaching their motorcycles, you basically ran to them in a state of panic.

One with beautiful brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes caught you as you basically ran into him.

“Careful there, doll.” He laughs

“Where are you going?” You ask

“Next town over. Why?” He asked

“Got yourself a girl there, Barnes?”

Two men stood near him. One of darker complexion and one of a more lighter complexion with gold hair.

“Take me with you!” You begged

“Don’t you have a family?” Barnes asked

“A very controlling one! Please take me with you!”

Barnes sighed but agreed and you climbed on behind him as they pulled out and down the road. Arms around his waist as the golden haired man rode behind you two smiling as he knew who you were.

——-

You’ve been with them for a week and Bucky hasn’t let you out of his sight. It was pretty new to him to fall for a girl at first sight, but he couldn’t help it. The way the stars and the sunlight danced in your eyes. The way your smile brightened up any room. The way you always ran to him after they returned.

The way your nails would scratch down his back. The way you’d bite his shoulder to keep quiet as the others slept around you. The way you took every drop he gave you. The way he fell in love with a girl he knew nothing about.

It was the next morning when someone let something slip that caught your attention. It was breakfast and you sat beside him and smiled as Sam walked in and spoke before he thought.

“Good morning your highness.” He gestured to Bucky as he hadn’t seen you yet

“Your highness?” You were confused

“Oh he didn’t tell you? The man you’ve been fucking is a prince.” Sam chuckled after giving up on keeping a secret.

“You’re a prince?” You ask

“I am. I’m surprised you never picked that up. I mean my last name is Barnes.” He just laughs

“Did she tell you that she’s a Princess?” Steve asked as he stumbled into the kitchen.

“Oh so little missy had a secret too, huh!?” Bucky teases

“I didn’t want anyone to know.” You sigh

“So what happened that you two left? Parents not care about you? Pre marital sex?” Sam taunts

“I was to be given away to an arranged marriage. I left because I couldn’t marry a complete stranger.” You sigh as you look down at your hands.

“Bucky joined us for the same reason. Was to marry a chick from a castle who he’s never met before.” Steve says

Bucky takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips. You always loved when he kissed you.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the woman I was to marry.” Bucky says lightly

“I’m pretty sure you’re the man I was to marry.” You respond

“How funny is that? They leave because they didn’t want to get married, but they end up together anyway.” Steve smiled at Sam.

You and Bucky head outside to talk as Sam starts cooking for the rest of the group.

“I’m sorry I left.” He says

“No! Don’t be sorry! I left too. We did it to have a free life! I feel more happier knowing that we’re together because of real feelings and not some stupid arrangement.” You says as you cup his cheeks.

“I love you so much, baby girl.” He says before he pulls you into a deep kiss.

He takes you to the shed outback and pins you to the wall. Wrapping your legs around his waistline, he begins to unbuckle his pants. Making sure your secure, he slides in and immediately moans.

“God you’re amazing.” He groans as he tries to start a rhythm.

Twenty minutes of pure pleasure as he pounds into you and marking your neck. The sound of wet skin and the moans that escaped your mouths were all you’d hear in the shed.

You were his princess and he was your prince. A runaway princess, ran straight to the thing she tried to hide from. However in the bad times, he brought her to the happiest places.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 31

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,700ish

Summary: small rollercoaster of emotions... that’s all I can summarize for you.

Steven was pushing his legs to run faster, trying to get to Y/N, who was being held by her neck by Loki. He and his guards were trying to reach her before anything happened.

“Y/N!” Steven shouted when saw Loki lift her above the water.

He suddenly realized that he had never asked if Y/N could swim. He willed his legs to go faster, but he wasn’t fast enough. Steven watched as Loki dropped Y/N into the water.

“NO!” Steven screamed.

A few of his guards began shooting arrows Loki. One successfully hit right near his heart, causing him to fall onto the dock. Wasting no time with the injured man, Steven ran to the edge of the dock and threw off his shoes.

“Sire, I don’t think that is wise at this time of night,” one of the guards advised. “There’s no chance—“

“I don’t care!” Steven snapped, throwing his jacket off. “I’m saving her.”

And then the King dove into the water.

The water was terribly cold. That was the first thing Y/N noticed when her body became submerged in the water. The second thing was that she was already running out of air. She tried to move her arms around to somehow get to the surface, but she was failing. She had to close her eyes, as the salty sing to them became too much. Sooner than she would have liked to admit, she stopped trying to get to the surface.

Y/N’s thought’s suddenly went to those she loved. Guilt filled her as she thought about how sad they would be if they died. That would be her fault. She should have never left her room. Her family had already been through so much because of her, they didn’t need these too.

As she could tell that she had a mere few seconds left, she let her thoughts drift to Steven. The start of their friendship… relationship… whatever you’d call it, was rocky. And she didn’t make it an easier for either of them with her attitude. Y/N suddenly wished she had made it easier for him, that she had been more honest with him. Her last thoughts before consciousness escaped her was: I’m sorry, Steven. I love you.

King Anthony and the rest of his family were running towards the scene when they saw Steven dive into the water. Fear ran through him at what his friend jumping into the water meant. Brooklyn’s guards were hauling Loki away as the royals from Alexandria, Captain Barnes, Lady Natasha, and Lord Wilson ran up the dock, searching the water for any sign of the other two.

“Come on, come on, punk,” Captain Barnes muttered to himself.

The crowd watched the water, dread filling them with get passing second.

“Look!” Lord Wilson shouted, pointing towards the water a little closer to shore. “Over there.”

Steven was heaving as he carried Y/N’s cold and lifeless body out of the sea. He held onto her close, even as he knelt on the ground and set her down. He leaned down to try to hear her breathing but nothing. So the King started chest compressions.

“Oh my gosh!” King Anthony cried out, as him and the others ran up beside them.

“Y/N,” Queen Virginia sobbed, collapsing into her husbands arms.

“Steve, let me trade you,” Bucky said, sliding in opposite his friend.

“No,” Steven replied, focused on Y/N’s face.

“You’re tired from the swim. Let me.”

Steven looked at Bucky. No one had noticed the King’s large tears until then. “I can’t lose her, Buck… I love her so much… My heart won’t be able to handle it…”

“Then let me help.”

Steven nodded, and as soon as Bucky’s hands were in position, the men switched. Steven grabbed onto one of Y/N’s hands and brushed away the hair from her face with his free one. He bent down so that his forehead was resting on hers.

“Please, don’t leave me…” He begged, tears mixing with he water droplets on her skin. “Fight… come back to me. Come back to your family.”

Everyone watched as the King of Brooklyn cried against Y/N’s face, as his best friend was trying to safe her life. The Queen couldn’t watch anymore, hiding her head into her husbands neck. Peter was kneeling beside his parents, watching his sister’s lifeless body.

“I don’t know what else I need to promise you, Y/N,” Steven continued. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here with us. Just please… come back.”

Suddenly, the Princess began coughing, water spilling from her lips. But she definitely wasn’t fully conscious yet. Another sob ripped through the Queens throat as she watched her daughter begin to breath again. Steven pressed a long kiss to her forehead as she continued to cough.

“You’re alive…” He whispered. “Thank goodness… I love you so much…” He pressed another kiss to her hairline. “You’re okay…”

“We need to get her inside,” Natasha suggested, coming up to rub her husbands back. “Get her warmed up and see if she’s going to be okay.”

Steven nodded, but before he could pick her up. King Anthony had come over and pulled the Princess into his arms. He held her tightly to his chest, rocking back and forth as he let the tears slip out of his eyes. He held a kiss to his daughter’s cheek before standing up and taking her inside.

The doctor’s and nurses stayed by Y/N’s bedside for the next twenty four hours. Not allowing anyone else into the room. She had yet to fully wake, but was experiencing a fever and the chills at the same time. She kept tossing and turning in her sleep, calling out for Steven or her Father. The two men had been sitting or pacing outside the bedroom since they had been barred from entry. Captain Barnes and Thor refused to let them near Loki, who had survived the wound to his chest, knowing that he would end up dead. Thor believed that his brother deserved a far trial, even if he’d just end up being executed.

It was turning into the second day of the Princess not being allowed to be seen, and it was currently the middle of the night. The doctors and nurses had left Y/N to rest alone. King Anthony had gone to bed to comfort his distraught and worried wife. King Steven had not left the hallway where Y/N’s room was located. He was currently struggling to stay awake as he sat on the floor right across from her door. His eyes kept fluttering shut and his head kept bobbing. But he was determined to stay awake. When he was pretty sure he was going to succumb to sleep, Steven heard a cry coming from Y/N’s room. He immediately woke up and moved to put his ear against the door, wanting to check to see if he was hearing things. He quickly realized he wasn’t.

“Steven!” Y/N cried, not too loud but definitely in distress.

The King quickly stood up and rushed into the room. Y/N was tossing and turning on her bed, sweat forming on her forehead. Before Steven could make it to her side, she cried out again.

“Steven!”

“I’m here,” he sat next to her. He grabbed the rag next to her and began wiping off her brow. “I’m here, my darling. And I’m not planning on leaving your side again.”

Steven set his colder hand against Y/N’s cheek. She leaned into it, obviously needing to be cooled down. The King stayed there, giving Y/N comfort, for a few minutes before Y/N’s eyes began to fluter open.

“Steven?” Y/N mumbled, trying to focus on the man, working over her.

“Yes, my darling,” he responded. “It’s me.”

“What—what happened?”

“Loki dropped you into the water. I jumped in after you.”

“I—I stopped breathing… didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Steven nodded, tears forming as he thought of her lifeless body in his arms. “I was so scared, Y/N. We—I almost lost you, again.”

It broke her heart to see such a strong man tearing up over her, scared to lose her. But, at the same time, it warmed her heart. Steven truly cared. And she believed she did nothing to deserve it.

“Oh, Steven…” She weakly said when she noticed his tears. She slowly brought a hand to rest on his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” Tears began forming in her eyes as well. “For everything. For not giving you a proper chance at first. For putting you through so much grief and barely giving you anything in return…”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, hand moving to hold hers, keeping it against his cheek. “You don’t—“

“Let me finish… you have stayed by my side with no reason, with little to no reassurance that I even feel an ounce of what you do. You continually save me, and I have a feeling, no matter what, that you always will come to my rescue. You are so… so much more than I ever thought you would be.”

“Y/N, I stay by your side because I want to. Because I love you.”

“I love you too, Steven.”

The King’s eyes went wide. He never thought that he’d being hearing those words from her anytime soon. A large smile grew on his face. The largest Y/N had even seen from him.

“I love you so much,” she repeated.

Steven leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Remembering her wanted boundaries, he quickly pulled back. She gave him a concerned look.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him.

“I pushed. I’m sorry. I was suppose to wait for you to give the go ahead.”

“You did nothing wrong, Steven. We’ll still go slow. Plus I think it’s okay to kiss someone after they’ve confessed their love.”

“Are you sure?”

“From now on, I’ll always be sure when it comes to you. Because I love you.”

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mrslilyrogers · 4 years

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Betrayal Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?

Author’s Notes: Thank you to those who read Part 1! Please let me know if you wanna be tagged in this series! Bucky feels a little more guilty here :/ Hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think :) **my work is only posted here or my ao3, mrslilyrogers

Warnings: ANGST, CHEATING

Part 1

Hoots of laughter sounded from the living room as Y/N entered the apartment. Her heart sang at the thought of Bucky spending time with his daughter, maybe their marriage was salvageable, maybe she was overreacting and Bucky has really just been busy lately, maybe he realized he’s been ignoring--- her thoughts ended abruptly when she saw Steve and Lizzie on the couch, popcorn in between them, and watching Lizzie’s favorite movie, clearly Steve’s attempt at trying to cheer her up from her father being too busy to pick her up from school. Never mind that both Bucky and Steve had the same jobs -both managing directors for the world’s largest investment banking company, Shield- which meant that if Steve could afford to pick Lizzie up, then Bucky sure as hell could too.

“Y/N!” Steve said rising from his seat.

“Mommy!” Lizzie rushed to greet her mom with the biggest hug she could muster and Y/N immediately scooped her up, hugging her back,

“Hey, you!”

Steve stood behind them and waited until the little monkey suddenly shifted from her mother, opened her arms and clung to him instead. He took her from Y/N with one arm as he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“You spoil her too much, Rogers” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, ignoring the barely concealed concerned look on his face.

“And how are you too, Y/N? How’s your meeting with Stark?” Steve asked teasingly, trying to lighten her mood.

“Oh you know,” She pretended to hedge around her answer before she excitedly exclaimed, “I got it!”

Steve’s smile suddenly lit up like a christmas tree, grinning from ear to ear as he enveloped her into a bear hug with Lizzie still in his arm. When he let go, he saw the flash of sadness cross her eyes before she beamed up at him again and recounted her meeting with the Tony Stark. How come Steve remembered her big meeting and Bucky couldn’t? The question nagged at the back of her mind as she chose to ignore it, focusing on her win for the day.

“Bucky couldn’t leave work, he has a meeting. But he said he’ll see you at dinner,” Steve said apologetically bringing her daughter down as she scrambled back to her movie.

“Right, and he couldn’t have texted that huh,” As soon as the words left her lips, she felt bad. It wasn’t Steve’s fault. The guy was practically an angel, leaving work early to pick her daughter up, proving that even though he and Bucky were not blood related, they were brothers in every sense of the word.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring you into this, Thanks for bringing Lizzie home,” she apologized quickly.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s fine. Are you guys alright?”

“Steve, will you be honest with me?” Y/N wrung her hands as she guided Steve to the staircase, bringing them away from her daughter.

“Do you know what’s going on with Bucky?” She asked, finally letting it out in the open. Steve is Bucky’s best friend since childhood and it would be stupid of her to ask her husband’s best friend if it were any other guy, but it was Steve, and he was the noblest person she knew. Loyalty to Bucky or no, he would tell her the truth.

“What do you mean? I haven’t really seen him lately, I’ve been in California for the past week…”

That’s when she stopped listening, California in the past week? Bucky couldn’t even have formed a better lie for last night. Did he really think she wouldn’t find out? Was that how little he thought of her, he didn’t even try his best not to be caught. A dry laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. Unbelievable.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” Steve asked, bringing her back to reality.

“Oh yeah just fine, Steve, sorry, do you wanna stay for dinner? I’m gonna start cooking,”

Steve shifted his weight between both feet, clearly uncomfortable by her change in mood.

“Uh, I don’t know, it’s alright--”

“Stay for dinner,” Y/N said since surely she’d be making too much food for just two people again.

“Lizzie would sure love to have her favorite uncle to annoy the whole time,” she suggested teasingly to which he exhaled in relief, glad that the tension left and they were back on safer topics.

“Well if you put it that way, then of course, who says no to your cooking anyway?” He replied jokingly while she laughed bitterly and headed to the kitchen with Steve jogging back to the sofa to finish the movie. Well, my husband apparently.

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Steve, Lizzie and Y/N were all huddled at the dining table, each enjoying Y/N’s famous molten lava cake as Steve regaled Lizzie of his and Bucky’s childhood exploits, telling her how he used to be picked on a lot and how Bucky was always the one who saved him. One in particular involved a pretty girl, Steve losing his inhaler, and Bucky walking home missing a shoe had Lizzie in a fit of giggles.

“But Uncle Steve, you’re the best!” Lizzie explained with chocolate all over her mouth, laughing and shaking her head as if not believing his tale.

Bucky heard the shouts and laughter from the kitchen, his daughter practically worshipping her Uncle Steve as he entered the apartment. His brows immediately shot up, Steve stayed? He didn’t know what to expect when he decided to come home earlier than usual and told Celeste he couldn’t stay the night. If he were honest, shouts and laughter were the last thing on his mind. He had expected them to wait up on him and his daughter running up to greet him as he went through the door as she usually did before. Before he met Celeste, before he got bored of his family. God, he was such an ass. He told himself it would only be one night then one night turned into another and another and next thing he knew, he was more excited to see her than to see his wife.

He entered the kitchen with flowers in his hand, intending to make it up to Y/N but the sight that greeted him cut him short. There they were looking like a family, Steve at the head of the table, his seat, with his wife and daughter on either side of him, enjoying their desert while Lizzie stood on her chair, arms extended, regaling them of her dance class at school. Y/N immediately shot her hand out to Lizzie’s arm, sitting her back down as Steve laughed at them.

“Lizzie, you’re going to fall,” She tried to reprimand seriously but couldn’t hold in her laugh. He hadn’t seen her laugh like that in a long while.

“Steve, see? I told you we shouldn’t have given her desert,” she huffed out.

“Well, you can’t invite me for dinner and not feed me one of your delicious cakes, besides, there’s a cause for celebration!” It was impossible not to get infected by Steve’s bright smile, and she immediately found herself smiling in return until they heard someone clear his throat.

“Daddy!” Lizzie exclaimed as she jumped from her seat, running to give her dad a hug.

“Bucky? You’re home?” Y/N said dumbfoundedly.

“How are you, Princess?” Bucky ignored Y/N’s shocked expression as he picked his daughter up, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Uncle Steve is here!”

“Hey Buck,” Steve greeted from his seat as he scooped out the last bits of his cake before he stood up.

“I should probably get going, Y/N thanks so much for dinner, haven’t had a good home cooked meal for a while and your cooking is always the best,” he said with a genuine smile but Y/N saw right through it.

“You want to bring home the leftovers, don’t you?”

“Yes, definitely!” Steve said, chuckling, as Y/N went to kitchen, presumably to grab containers for Steve, without acknowledging Bucky.

“Hey man, how was the office?” Steve asked a little too suspiciously. He always knew when something was up with Bucky and now he looked at him assessingly as if he found something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

“Just had to finish the report I told you about,”

“Uncle Steve, why are you leaving so early?” Lizzie whined from her position on her father’s arm. Her head resting on his chest as her arms wrapped around him.

“It’s almost your bedtime, little lady,” He booped her nose as he replied while she giggled and buried her head in her father’s shoulder.

“Lizzie, you’re spreading chocolate over daddy’s shirt,” Bucky watched as his daughter shifted her face around his shoulder, trying find a comfortable position as her eyelids grew heavy. It brought a smile to his face, his daughter was beyond adorable.

“What chocolate?”

“The one on your face,”

“Do not have chocolate on my face,” She argued sleepily.

“Sweetie, you do it’s all over,”

“Do not,”

“Do too!”

“Do not!” This time she huffed angrily with her eyes closed, it was the cutest thing in the world to Bucky which made both him and Steve chuckle.

“Here you go Steve,” Y/N came back, handing him the bags of leftover.

“Aww, Y/N, you’re an angel,” Steve tried to inconspicuously look for something in the bags but failed in his friend’s eyes. It still bothered Y/N how, for a guy who commands so much attention from any room he walks in, with his golden brown hair, baby blue eyes and perfect skin, he still tries to be subtle. There was nothing subtle about his looks and the way he moves gives the impression that he had no idea the effect he has on others, or simply that he didn’t care. The girls, Nat, Wanda and Y/N always teased him about it, especially in college, when he had been oblivious with the way women stared at him left and right. To them, he was simply Steve Rogers but other people looked up to him, with his commanding voice and gentle advice. He was the best friend any girl could ever ask for and Y/N was thankful for him especially tonight when she didn’t know if she should celebrate for her business’ success or cry for Bucky.

“Yes, there’s a lava cake in there too. Just pop that in the oven before you eat it,” Y/N had made sure to make extra for him, knowing it was his favorite.

“Oh Bucky, your wife’s the best!” Steve replied, giving him a clap to the shoulder. If only he’d notice, Y/N thought bitterly to herself before Steve gave her a side hug and kissed her cheek.

“Bye Y/N, thanks for the food again! See you tomorrow, Bucky,”

“Bye, man,”

“Bye, Uncle Steve,” Lizzie mumbled, as she waved blindly around, clearly, fighting her sleep to say bye to her favorite uncle.

“Bye sweetheart,” Steve said as he gently patted her head and left.

As soon as the door closed and they were left alone, the awkwardness settled in. Bucky looked to her, flowers still in one hand, with Lizzie sleeping on his arm.

“How was your day?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

“I got it, Tony loved the red velvet,”

“Wow! First name basis now huh, I knew you’d get it, I got these for you,” He gave her a genuine smile as he handed her the tulips, her favorite. She should’ve loved it, but she hated it now, it was a reminder of how awkward they had become. Back then, whenever he came home from work with her tulips, she would’ve jumped on him and gave him a kiss, telling him she missed him and how her day went without his prompting. He would’ve said he missed her too and told her about work but now, here they were, standing feet apart from each other, not knowing what to say. She didn’t have it in her to act like the wife she was. How could she hug him knowing where he’d been?

“Thank you. Are you hungry? I left some food on the table,”

Bucky clenched his jaw, knowing he was late, Celeste had unexpectedly shown up at his office even though she knew it was off-limits and he had to get rid of her. The whole day he’d been looking forward to spend time with his family and even ordered Y/N’s flowers in the morning for tonight but lately, Celeste had gotten clingy and needy, expecting more than he could give her when she knew from the start, their relationship was only ever going to be a purely physical one.

“Yes, I thought I said I’d go home for dinner,” he replied grudgingly.

“Uhm, no Steve told me you’d go home for dinner. Why couldn’t you have given me a call anyway? Or even a text?” Y/N felt her hackles rise, he didn’t have the right to be annoyed right now.

“Does it matter? She got picked up, she’s here, and it looks like you and Steve started without me anyway,”

“Bucky, you came home at 8:30, you do know your daughter is just 4,” She explained exasperatedly, pointing at the sleeping Lizzie on his arm to prove her point.

He let out a defeated sigh, “I got caught up at work, I’ll tuck her in,”

“Uh huh,” She watched as he walked up the stairs of their two-floor apartment and her heart broke again at that stupid lie he kept telling her and that she kept accepting.

When Bucky went back down, she just finished loading the dishwasher and washing the pots and pans.

“Would you just add your plates when you’re done and start it? I’m gonna head up,”

“Of course,” Bucky replied as he watched her walk up the stairs to their room, thinking, where the hell had they gone wrong. He missed her, he really did. The old Y/N would’ve fought and argued with him as soon as he finished tucking Lizzie in and he would’ve relented, accepted his fault and apologized, then she would’ve accompanied him for dinner and told him excitedly how her meeting went. He would’ve told her just how proud he is of her. He got lost in his thoughts as he stared down at his food. Damn, she even made Steve’s favorite pot roast. He knew she had been trying to fix things for a while, but now, she seemed distant and cold like she was finally giving up on him and it was his fault, he knew that too. He just didn’t know what to do, how to fix things. So as usual, he did what he did best, took a swig of his beer, and buried himself in denial.

Part 3

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unintended | part four

| part four - don’t waste your time or time will waste you |

Pairings: king!bucky x reader | king!steve x twin!sister

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: slow burn, inaccuracies in term of royal affairs and such,

A/N: i am so so sorry for the delay, but this is pretty long so I hope that makes it ok. this is my entry for @sillyqt 1k writing challenge!! hope you all enjoy!

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

A few days, that’s all you had until you would officially be the wife of King James and the Queen of Cydonia. There was a part of you that screamed and shouted at you for not enjoying your time unwed. For letting (as they call him) Bucky take your thoughts away from more important things.

The only thing keeping you steady is the fact that your sister would be arriving for the wedding. Her and Steve will attend the ceremony and you can finally have your family together in one place again.

As for today, Bucky has arranged a ride through the woods, but you were sure his mother set it up.

An entourage of guards were riding behind you and Bucky, alongside Sam and Clint. It was the same route you rode through with Clint and you were excited to see the flower field again.

The fresh air bit at your cheeks, leaves rustling above you. Bucky was chatting happily with Sam and Clint looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You knew that he wanted to talk about the ball, about what happened. You were confused.

The trees thinned before you and the flowers peaked through, flowers of every colour. Your chest fell and you breathed through your nose. The scent filling your senses. As soon as you rose through the tall field, sun falling from the sky, slowly, a smile spread across your face.

Bucky came to a stop and a blanket was laid out. You sat next to Clint, reaching forward to pick some flowers and bind them together.

Bucky sat looking at you, sun shining orange and yellow across your figure. You looked peaceful. Flowers laid out before you, eyes fixated on your hands as they connected the different flowers together in your delicate fingers.

You smiled as you finished the flower crown, but instead of putting it atop your head, you turned to Clint placing the flowers on top of his hair. Clint laughed striking poses with the crown making you laugh. You missed it but Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

You and the others mounted your horses again, taking the cobbled path back to the palace. You were sure that you could never get tired of the sunsets here in Cydonia. For some reason thy are even better than at home.

As the little house came to view a smile broke out on your face, seeing the family out on the front. You saw the girl from a few days ago sitting on the grass. You got off your horse walking towards the house.

You greeted the family, two boys standing off to a distance shyly and with their mouths agape. You were sure that this didn’t happen often, seeing the King so casually riding by. You dismounted your horse, walking up to the little girl. Her smile was unmatched from the first time you’d seen her, the admiration warming your heart.

“When I grow up I want to be a princess!” The little girl exclaimed with excitement.

You smiled, but within you, you were glad that she wasn’t.

You sunk down to your knees, turning the girl around by her shoulders. “You see that?” You pointed to the line of trees cutting the sky, orange and red painting the blue. She nodded her head. “That’s the horizon. Do you know what’s beyond it?” The little girl shook her head ‘no’ and you giggled. “It is your duty to find that out. To ride to the horizons of the world, sail the sea where the sky meets the water, to leave no part undiscovered and to learn what has not yet been learned and protect what needs protecting. To welcome everyone to follow you on your quest who wishes to, and lead them with care and love.”

You turned the girl to face you, tears welling up in your eyes. You ushered to Clint to hand you the flower crown, holding it above her head. “I hereby announce you the princess of the horizon. May you choose your path and widen your horizon.” With that you lowered the flower crown on her head, cheers erupting around you and you bit back the tears threatening to fall. If you could not do it yourself, then you would inspire someone else to do it.

Bucky watched with adoration. He was sure of it, the fact that you tried to give the girl what you don’t have. The freedom to run to the edge of the world with no one chasing after you. To chose your path amongst many and never slow down. Without the heaviness of the crown crushing your weight. Bucky realized that maybe, just maybe you weren’t so different from him, that your dreams sync up in a way.

But there was the tiny problem that you felt nothing for him, you’ve made that very clear Bucky thought.

You rose from your knees, walking to your horse. A tear escaped from yur eyes, but you were quick to catch it. A look back on the family and you saw the girl swirling, a big smile on her face.

Soon. Soon you’ll have Julia to confine in.

While you were wrapped up in preparations for the wedding, Bucky was struggling to wrap his mind around the different sides you’ve shown him. He was trying to puzzle together the pieces to get a clear picture of the woman he’d be married to by tomorrow. The one who he’ll build a family with.

Bucky asked himself if that would be possible though. For the past days he’d had this strange feeling every time he’d seen you. The was you walk, talk or laugh with your family. The way you behaved when you’re parents were around was something he’d not seen ever since you arrived.

He walked through the corridors, his shoes echoing through the space. Servants carrying candles and golden candle sticks for the wedding. He roamed these halls like every other day. Bucky wasn’t nervous when he became King. His father ensured that he was well prepared for the day he would take on the throne.

Bucky reached the oak wood doors of his mother’s chambers. As soon as he stepped into the room, his mother embraced him in a hug, her face bright and glowing. There aren’t a lot of times where Winnifred, the Queen mother, looked this gradient. It was said she had the same expression when Bucky was born, her wedding and Bucky’s coronation.

“My Bucky, I’m so proud of you.” Winnifred beamed with excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this day for, oh god, way too long.” She cupped his cheeks with her gloved hands.

“I know, mother.” Bucky smiled weakly, his mothers face falling. She took his hands and guided him to the velvet sofa.

“What’s wrong?”

Bucky exhaled, scrambling his brain for the right words to say. “Why did you chose Y/n?”

Winnifred stared at Bucky, eyebrows furrowed together. “She’s perfect, that’s why.”

“I don’t understand.” Bucky tilted his head, rubbing circles on the back of her hands to soothe her.

Her face relaxed. “On my search of a suitable wife and Queen, I met a lot of princesses. A lot of them from finer families than you could imagine, ones with more wealth than the last, education from the most knowledgeable men, princesses who have been trained to perfection. I even considered her sister Julia.”

Bucky’s lips parted. The thought of marrying your sister was odd.

“But when I spoke to their father, I knew that Y/n was the only choice for you. Sure, they’re not the finest family, or the richest, but Y/n loves to travel just like you. The people love her because of her nature, the way she presents herself. Her knowledge expands beyond textbooks, she lives with a sort of freedom that reminded me a lot of you, dear.” His mother caressed his cheek.

Bucky was running her words in his head again and again. If only he wasn’t such an asshole the fist time he met her, maybe she would’ve fallen in love with him. His mother had all the right reasons to chose you and his big head got in the way.

“Mother, I made a big mistake.”

Your brain was going a mile per hour. Between trying the dress on and deciding what jewellery to chose, you barely got the chance to breathe. You were so wrapped up in your head, you didn’t even notice your mother walking through the door. With your head hanging low to look at the different necklaces, you examined every stone, getting lost in the different colours of the rainbows.

“You look beautiful, darling.” Pepper spoke quietly behind you and you looked over your shoulder. Pepper held her hands over her chest, glossy eyed.

You wrapped your arms around her, afraid that she might disappear. “Thank you.” You drew back, Pepper’s eyes roaming the dress until her eyes met yours again.

“I’m so glad you’re happy. You are, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes I am.” You said, but you weren’t sure if it was for your reassurance or hers.

“Good, because I brought a special guest for you.”

You heard the door to your chambers close and as soon as you saw the figure moving towards you, you knew it was Julia.

You let go of our mother, throwing yourself in Julia’s arms. Immediately the forset stared running and your cheeks were wet from tears. You never thought you could miss a person this much. Feeling Julia’s body pressed to yours, the scent of her flowery perfume and the satin of her dress brought a sort of comfort to you like nothing else.

With a shaky sob you pulled apart, taking a good look at your twin. Her hair nicely pinned up, a gold crown sitting atop her head and she already looked like the Queen she would soon be.

“Y/n, you have to idea how much I’ve missed you.” Julia spoke, with teary eyes.

“I’ve missed you more.”

Your mother’s cough interrupted your sweet sisterly moment and you followed her eyes to the person standing at the door.

Steve, the King of Thaumasia, smiling brightly at the two of you, but you were suddenly afraid you had disrespected him by not addressing him first. You lowered yourself in a deep curtsy. “King Steve, I apologise.”

“Princess Y/n, no apology needed, I know you were just as eager to see Julia as she was to see you.” He kissed the back of your hand and upon further inspection, you noticed that he was just as handsome as in the portrait, but he could not compare to Bucky. Wait what? “I heard there will be an archery competition later today?”

Your face lit up as soon as the words left Steve’s mouth. “Yes! I will be participating, of course.” Your smile reached your ears at the thought of it. It is tradition in Cydonia to hold a competition in archery. The winner will choose who will be given the title ‘woman of orchids’. In Cydonia it is a great honour to be chosen, as she will represent the love and fertility of the King and Queen.

“No one will stand a chance!” Julia chimed in, making Steve laugh loudly.

“I look forward to it. Now if you excuse me, I’ll see what Bucky’s been up to.” Steve bowed again before taking his leave.

You changed into a ruby coloured dress made by Natasha’s request and you could tell just by the heaviness that shooting for a target will be a disadvantage for you. The pearls around your neck are a nice addition to the deep red, but not exactly something you would pick for archery.

“Nat, do you think I could wear something less extravagant?” You turned on the spot to look at Natasha.

“No, absolutely not! You look fantastic in this dress and I can’t stand seeing you walk around in those striped dresses any longer.” Nat scrunched her nose, waving her hand in front of her face.

“But I know for a fact that I won’t be able to shoot arrows with this on.” You pointed to the skirt of the dress.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Shoot arrows? You know you won’t participate, do you?”

Your mouth opened and closed. You knew things were different in different kingdoms, but everyone was allowed to participate in tornaments. “Oh, ok.”

You walked off next to Natasha and Clint to the courtyard. From the distance you could see the masses and Bucky, Julia, Winnifred and your parents to the side. You were just as dolled up as they are, but that would stop you from trying to enter.

As you greeted everyone, you sat next to Bucky on the raised platform on cushioned chairs, overlooking the lawn where ten targets were stood a few feet away. All the participants stood on their designated places, getting ready. Your leg was shaking in anticipation and you glanced over to Clint who stood off to the side. The guests from all kinds of backgrounds stood behind the participates, waiting eagerly with their champagne flutes.

There was just one question in your mind and when you turned to Bucky you blurted it right out. “Can I participate, too?”

Bucky was taken aback by your question, but one look to you and he knew that he couldn’t refuse. He could say to just to annoy her, but Bucky knew that that would be counterproductive to his plan, so without hesitation he ordered one of the participants to step down from the competition and gestured for you to take his place.

He watched as you descended the stairs, walking passt all the men staring at you as if they’ve never seen a woman before. It was amusing to Bucky, seeing you walking so confidently and he enjoyed it. Bucky leaned forward watching as you took the bow in your hands as the tournament started.

As soon as the first few arrows flew towards their targets, you knew nobody else stood a chance. Every round after that you proved to the men next to you that you were the best, hitting bullseye every time no matter how far away it was. With the last bow fired, cutting through the air, you knew you had won, but the faces of the guests were still priceless.

“Congratulations to Princess Y/n!” The words left Sam’s mouth and you turned to look at Bucky, your face hurting from the extensive smiling, but you still lowered yourself to curtsy. Sam came forward handing you a flower crown made of different colours and plants. “You may chose you woman of orchids.”

With a few strides you reached the wooden platform, standing in front of Julia. “I hereby chose you, Princess Julia, to be my woman of orchids.” You lowered the flowers on her head. Julia jumped up, hugging you while the people around you erupted in cheers.

From the corner of your eye you saw Bucky standing, clapping, with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. You untangled your arms from around your sister and turned to Bucky. Maybe it was his smile, the proud look on his face, or the feeling of victory, but the urge to kiss that smile off his face was unnerving. Your heart hammered in your chest, taking a step forward. Without thinking much, you got on your tiptoes, placing a gentle and light kiss on his cheek. The look on Bucky’s face was worth the heat crawling up your cheeks as he blinked frantically.

Bucky slowly took the crown from his head, placing it on the cushion with distance in his eyes. Maybe you didn’t resent him as much as he thought. Maybe in the middle of all this you saw what he saw, a partner. Bucky couldn’t make a lot of sense of your sudden affection towards him since you’ve been fairly distant since the ball. Maybe it’s all a show.

A knock on his door pulled him out of the trance like stante and as soon as he saw Steve, relieve washed over him. “Steve, good to see you.”

“Yeah, I feel like now more than ever we have less time for each other.” Steve laughed as he hugged Bucky.

“especially since both of us are getting married.” Bucky poured wine in two goblets, offering Steve one.

“Tomorrow is you big day!” Steve beamed as he sat down on one of the velvet chairs opposite Bucky.

Bucky sighted, turning to look at a portrait of his father. “I just with my bride would be excited too.”

“What do you mean?” Steve scrunched his face. “She seemed pretty happy by your side to me.”

“Well, the thing is we had some... issues.” Bucky looked at his friend, finding nothing but confusion, so he explained everything from the start.

“Bucky, I know you’ve had some issues in the past and with your fathers passing ruling became your number one priority, but you have to understand that it’s not her fault. She has to face the same fate as you.”

Bucky looked down in shame, taking a big swig of wine. “I know. I talked to my mother.”

“That’s not enough.” Steve interrupted him. “You have to talk to Y/n, too. Explain the situation and confess your affection. You have affection for her, do you?” Steve grinned.

“I do, yes. But I’m afraid she doesn’t.

“The only way to find that out is by talking to her. Go to her tomorrow first thing in the morning and clear the air.”

Bucky smiled weakly. “Ok, I will.”

It wasn’t like Bucky was afraid to talk to you, he was afraid of what you would say. The feelings that have manifested were scary to him and to have his heart broken by the one he will marry would only mean unhappiness. And Bucky wasn’t ready to have his heart broken again.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Count The Stars

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language Summary: Tony was not the only one who was a father for five years after the snap. Y/N and Steve both had a disagreement seven years ago. She leaves Steve and he’s never heard her since the snap. Not till five years later, she returns. With something she kept under a lie.

Author’s Note: The summary sucks but the story is good.

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2016

Natasha and Tony had been at the building after Bucky’s escape in Berlin. They were trying to find ways how to deal with Steve and his problem with these Accords and Bucky.

“This just sucks,” Tony says, Natasha looks over to him. He shakes his head, “Whatever he’s doing it’s gonna tear his damn relationship and the team.” Natasha needed to tell him the thing that’s been hiding around the team for a while.

Not even in front of Steve at this time.

Y/N walks in and sighs, “What the hell is going on with him?” She asked.Tony shrugs. Y/N halts before she takes a seat, Natasha looks at her, “Hey, you okay?”

Y/N nods, “I’m... fine...” Tony glances at her. “You don’t look fine... you’re...” He points to his face, “You’re getting red in the face and you’re sweating-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Tony stops. He tilts his head and looks at Natasha who doesn’t answer. He looks back at her, “I’m sorry,” He tweaks his finger into his ear, “Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just confirm Steve is a father-?”

“Yes, Tony. I’m pregnant. I’ve missed my cycle two weeks ago. And, no, Steve doesn’t know...” Y/N said. Tony’s mouth gapes, “He should know.”

“No, Tony. It’ll only get worse.”

“Oh, it’s already getting worse, Mrs. Rogers. Your husband, your Captain, is a world-criminal and he’s gonna get himself killed if he continues to do what he thinks is right.”

“I can’t do anything about that, Tony. It’s best to have no answer what he thinks when you tell him. Would he give up on his best friend for a baby? Or give up the baby for his best friend? I don’t want that question to be answered.”

Tony sighs. Natasha had her arms crossed as they had to think of some plan to do something about this team. Y/N was out of it. Tony had to do something and quick.

Siberia

Tony found out the truth about the winter soldiers and now he understood everything. He found Steve and Bucky just at the elevator. He got them to put their gun and shields down.

“You two seem a little defensive,” Tony said.

Steve walks up, “It’s been a long day.” Tony nods and sighs. “You know you seem to piss off someone who just got off the team.”

Steve didn’t understand who he was talking about. “Congratulations, Cap.” Steve knew who he was referring to. “How is she?” He asked. Tony pierced his lips, “Little light-headed. Needed a few cups of water in Berlin. She needs a new place to grow a new start.”

Steve went to conclusions. Is she moving on from him? He knew he screwed up bad. He can’t go to her now. “She’s pregnant, Cap,” Tony says, “She told me not to tell you but I just know a father should know.” Steve’s shoulders drop. He really screwed up.

If he knew before maybe he would’ve done something to take her with him after this was done. But she had already hated him since the beginning of their first conversation in the Accords.

He doesn’t know what to do.

2018

2 years had passed and he hadn’t seen her since. He grown worried. The first attack in New York and then his first attack in Switzerland. He had brought back Vision and Wanda back to the Avengers compound. He needed to find Y/N but everything he tried it seemed like she didn’t want to be found.

Natasha and James were talking in the other room about something as Steve sat in the other room with Wanda and Vision.

Steve turns to the couple, “Have you two heard about her?” Wanda looks and shakes her head. “Ever since the fight, she hadn’t really contacted anyone but Natasha, I’m pretty sure.”

Steve looks over to Natasha. Right. She could lie to him anytime and anywhere. Nat was good at keeping secrets. Natasha did contact Y/N a lot. Steve hadn’t seen Natasha contact her in front of him. Maybe Natasha didn’t contact her or she’s keeping the phone away from him.

“I heard about Y/N’s pregnancy,” Vision spoke, Steve looks over. He tried to grin even though Steve hadn’t even seen his kid, yet. “I didn’t want to say it if it brought you discomfort.”

Steve nods. He respected that.

After that talk, they thought to rest for a little bit before they head to Wakanda to get rid of that stone Vision had.

Natasha and Steve were sitting at the table. Her fingers playing with the coffee mug in front of her. “There’s something I need to tell you, Steve...” She looks up to him.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he looks up to her. She diverts her eyes back at her mug, “A year ago... Y/N called.” Steve sits up straighter as Natasha kept her eyes to her cup.

She seemed afraid. The look of regret. “What did she say?”

Natasha looks up at him. “She called me in the middle of the night, crying that there was blood...” Steve froze, what did she mean by blood?

Did Y/N die?

“She had a miscarriage, Steve...”

He didn’t need further information. He stood up, turning away and walked out of the room. All Natasha did was lift her hand up to her forehead. Steve stopped in another room and inhaled sharply. His sobs filled the quiet air as he takes a seat on one of the leather seats and leans on his knees.

He needed to be strong. Y/N would’ve told him the things over and over. During his days of countless nightmares, she would rub his back whispering those words in his ear.

“Stay strong, Steve.”

His dark long strands falling out of their places, he lifts up his head from his hands and looks at the ceiling to at least stop those next tears from collapsing down his cheeks.

He can’t stop now. If this Titan could kill millions of people, he still has a family to defend. He still has Y/N to protect.

That’s his remaining family along with the Avengers. They needed him.

2023

5 years later after the snap. Half the universe was gone. Steve had searched the whole city for Y/N. He needed to know if she was alive. He already lost Bucky. He lost his child. And now he didn’t want to know Y/N was gone.

He needed to hold her. Her words saying to be strong even though it was the worst time to say but he needed it. Some feeling of her arms around him. Steve was more broken. Tony, five years ago had his child. Steve was the only person who didn’t have his.

Steve needed to find Y/N, he saw his teammates years ago that were wiped out. But without Y/N’s status, he didn’t see her appear on the screens. He had just finished a small conversation between people who had lost their friends or family.

He came back to the compound and noticed once he parked his bike. He saw a dark SUV parked outside. He turns off his bike and walks into the compound. Finding Natasha on one of the floors by her desk.

She seemed fine. “You’re back,” She says. Steve leans on the shelf and sighs, “Finished a bit early.” He fiddles with the keys in his hands and looks up to her again. “Who’s car is that out there in the front?”

Natasha puts her feet up on the desk. “I may have made a call. After all you seem pretty miserable already.”

He hears someone walk behind him and he turns to see her.

He mouth gapes as he sees her, her mouth was opened to have something come out but nothing did. Y/N was alive. She slightly grins, “Steve...” He doesn’t say anything and quickly goes up to her.

He pulls her into a hug, the strongest one yet. He lets out a soft huff trying to keep those tears away from reaching his eyes as he held her close. His nervousness went away when she hugs back.

Y/N pulls away and she cups his cheeks, the tears had already betrayed him when she looks into his glossy eyes. Y/N gently smiles, “It’s okay...” She says softly. He leans down and kisses her.

God, how he missed this.

His hands grip the shirt she wore, not wanting her to leave as she pulls away. “I’m so sorry, Y/N...” He whispers, she looks at him, he shakes his head, “I should’ve been there for you.”

Y/N knew what he meant. She couldn’t bare to keep it, not anymore now. “Steve-” Before she could someone spoke behind her.

“Mommy?” Steve looks over to see a small child behind him. Y/N inhales sharply as Steve turns back to look at her in shock. “I had to do what was best...” She says.

He turns to the kid as Y/N comes around and takes the kids hand, guiding them over to Steve. Steve looks at the kid with a look of slight nervousness. What if his child didn’t like him? Y/N kneels down to the kid’s height. “This is your dad. He’s your favorite superhero, remember?” Y/N says to the shy child. Steve felt relieved, at least his kid liked him as a hero. But he wasn’t there to be one for him.

Steve looks at his grown kid in front of him. He felt more guilt that he wasn’t there to see his child grow. He kneels down and gently smiles, “Hey...” He says. The seven year old slightly tugs on Y/N’s shirt, shyly. She looks at them with a grin, “It’s okay.”

The small little soldier walks up to Steve, Y/N reaches for his hand and holds it out. Steve kept his palm up to the kid as the small boy/girl reaches for his. Steve smiles as he watched their fingers drag along his palm. Then the smile appeared on his kid’s face.

Steve looks at Y/N with a smile.

“We always count the stars for you, Steve. We knew you always looked at them every night.” Steve smiles at her as they reached out to hold their hands, both looking at their fingers. The golden bands around their ring fingers, the ones they never took off from the beginning.

Steve finally found his home.

His family.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years

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I Understand... (Part 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Words: 1191

Summary: You’re the daughter of Tony Stark, and after meeting the Avengers for the first time, you begin to fall for the one who your father despises most…Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: short time jumps, swearing & PURE FLUFF!!!

A/N - omg I can never apologise enough about this series... fml. I thought this would be the last chapter BUT I wanted to end on a cliff hanger AHAHAHA cause I’m a bitch like that... Did NOT realise how much I actually missed this series, wow :( sorry for any writing errors, still need to edit but I hate keeping ya’ll waiting x

A week had passed since your outburst with Tony. At this point, both Bucky and yourself were completely drained: all this bickering back and forth between Tony, the unnecessary burden of Danny, on top of that with the rush to prepare for the near arrival of your child. You both needed to resort your priorities, focusing on the newly found prospects of parenthood. No more Danny, no more Tony, if need be…

“He brought it upon himself, baby,” Bucky would say, reminding you constantly that this was never your fault.

Bucky and you had since spent your days solely together, coordinating with one another as you both finished up on the final arrangements of your daughter’s room.

“She’s going to love this,” Bucky insisted, smiling as he set down the wooden rocking chair he’d assembled himself, beside the intricate, white cot.

“Of course she will! We put our hearts and soul into this…”

Your arms slowly reach up, wrapping around Bucky’s neck, as you both stood by the door glancing at the newly completed room. It was a mission to say the least, the rush of finding a new place to stay, to then hastily organising the room ready for the arrival of your precious daughter. And yet you guys managed it, just the two of you . However you couldn’t deny, this accomplishment did come with the occasional help of her fellow Avenger aunts and uncles.

“Now let’s head to bed, take advantage of these early nights before my angel arrives…”

***

And yet, Bucky had spoken too soon.

Ever so close to the due date, pushing through the long hours of the night, she was finally here… Safe, sound and a healthy, little baby girl.

Bucky hadn’t moved from your side since the painful contractions had started to kick in. He was anxious to say the least, however for your sake he was able to maintain such a calm and poised exterior. Before heading out, you’d hastily called Steve to break the news, and they’d wasted not a single minute in rushing out of the compound to meet you both at the hospital. Whether Tony had joined them or not, the answer would have to await. And at this point in time, the only thing powering through your thoughts was delivering this baby.

Having arrived to the hospital, the assessments done, it seemed your body was ready, and yet a part of you was fearful. Throughout your pregnancy, you’d heard of many stories, some of which seemed to be quite traumatic. And it seemed these stories had begun to flood back through your memories moments during the preparation of the birth.

Not to forget, the baby inside you was partially super-human in some way or another, thanks to Bucky. Nonetheless, you knew this and before you and it had never phased you since finding out you were in fact pregnant.

“Bucky, wh-what if something goes wrong? What if I-?”

“Y/N nothing is going to happen, I’m right here with you always. This is the final hurdle baby, after this she’ll be here, with us.”

His words, at this very moment were the most comforting they’d ever been. After every adversity Bucky had faced since his time fighting the war, his days as an assassin to facing Tony’s constant scrutiny, he never once felt the need to abandon you nor had he ever been tempted to just drop everything and escape the madness. It was now set in stone that being with Bucky was one of the greatest decisions you’d ever made, and if Tony couldn’t see that nor simply come to terms with that, it was his loss and his loss alone… He’d be the one missing out on a family.

“Just one final push baby, one final push!!!”

His metal arm you clinged to tightly, as his other arm embraced you, supporting your back as you’d instinctively lean in forward.

What felt like a lifetime of agony, the sheer pain coursing through every fibre of your body, there was no point in holding back the screams. You were certain you could be heard a mile away… It was that fucking painful, although… It was all worth it once the crowded room, echoed with that beautiful cry.

“She is beautiful!” One of the midwives happily cried, as they gently wrapped her in towels, handing her over to you, with your arms already stretched out for her.

Holding her against your, softly peering over the towel, so that Bucky and you had the perfect view of your precious daughter.

A “wow” escaped Bucky’s lips, as you gleamed up at him: he was completely mesmerised, a small, tender smile glowed on his face as his hand slowly reached up to stroke the cheek of his newly born daughter.

You couldn’t help however notice, that his eyes had swelled with tears you undoubtedly knew were from sheer joy.

“Bucky she’s ours! Our own little doll!”

“She’s got your nose,” Bucky whispered cradling you both.

As if on cue, you’d taken a quick glimpse of her tiny round eyes slightly opening, only to reveal that familiar icy blue colour.

“But she’s got the same eyes as her Daddy’s …”

“So are you both set on a name for this little princess?” Another midwife had curiously interrupted.

“Oh we’ve got one in mind, perfect enough for her.” Bucky replied, his eyes still fixated on his precious, little daughter.

***

Now that she’s been cleaned and checked, declared to be as healthy as a baby can be, you’d both arrived to your single room. With not even a moment spared enough to settle in, the room was already bombarded with guests, showering in with gifts and flowers.

“Let’s have a look at her! She’s so tiny Y/N!-”

“Please tell me she doesn’t look exactly like her Dad-”

“Can I just hold her already?!-”

“Everyone just calm down, she’s just a newborn kid and let Y/N have some air, please!” Steve had nobly intervened, and deep down you were grateful he had, they’d all crowded beside you as Bucky helped you carry her out of the cot, gently placing her down in your arms.

Now that she was properly wrapped, with a tiny, white beanie covering her head, her face was there for everyone to see and admire, sound asleep as she nestled cosily.

“She is beautiful Y/N, an angel if I ever saw one…” Natasha sincerely exclaimed, as she stood beside you near the head of the bed, her had gently stroking your back in support.

“So I’m officially an uncle, huh?” Steve cheered, proudly patting his long-time friend, Bucky on the back.

“You’re not the only uncle she’s got, Capt,” Sam sighed, offended to think he could have ever been excluded.

It was quiet, as everyone longingly gazed over the tiny details of the little baby cradled in her mother’s arms. It was only in the tender silence that you’d looked up scanning the room, only to immediately notice the absence of the one person you’d thought would have the decency to show.

“D-Did my Dad not come? Is Tony here?” …

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Hi first of all I love your fics! so have you seen the movie instant family? If you have can you make a Steve x teen reader! Base on kind of the plot of the movie? Where Steve and nat or even Bucky decide to adopt kids cause they want to make a family and if you may make it angsty and soft 🥺🥰 thanks!

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader

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Steve was deep in thought as he sat there on the couch, his hand rested upon his wife’s knee and his soft blue eyes attached on you. A black garbage bag clutched at your fingertips and your gaze continuously searching out the front door window for the green vehicle to arrive. Steve’s eyes streamed over to look at your little brothers, both of who were firmly holding onto the stuffed animals that Natasha had won them during the carnival last week.

If anything, Steve was devastated and frustrated proceeding with returning you and your little brothers back to your biological father. He claimed to be clean from drugs and alcohol, but Steve couldn’t help but have that reoccurring feeling that he didn’t change his ways. He didn’t want to give you back to the man who put you in the foster home in the first place.

“They’re here,” you called out, gripping onto your garbage bag tighter. Steve exchanged glances with his wife before standing up off the couch. You didn’t even give a single look to Steve and Natasha and instead opened the door, motioning for your brothers to follow you. “come on boys, let’s go home.”

You leave the house, trying to convince yourself not to look back at the two adults who took care of you for the past few months. Attachment was never a good idea in your type of situations. A wide smile appears on your face as the two workers climb out of their car, but shortly your smile lost its strength when you realized that your father wasn’t with them.

“W-Where’s our dad?”

An instant ache happened within your stomach as the workers faces fell as low as yours did. Not even a few sentences traveled through your ears before you came to the realization that he wasn’t going to come back. He broke his promise. You automatically release your grip from the garbage bag, feeling as if your entire body had gone numb.

Steve shook his head as their words fell from their mouths. He knew your father was still the no-good drunk he once was. Steve let go of his wife and started approaching you, only to miss you by a second before you sharply turned and sped off down the street.

“Oh no,” steve muttered, beginning to jog your direction. “[Y/N]! Honey! Wait!”

Hot tears stream down your face, constant regrets entering your mind as your shoes pounded against the black pavement. The faint calls of your name echoed through the sky as you made your turn around the corner of the street. You sprint to your safe place, the one location that nobody but yourself and your brothers knew about. Only you can fit through the entrance way, and so you quickly climb through, crawl to your spot and lean against the hard brick wall.

“[Y/N]!” you hear Steve’s voice clearly cry out, indicating that he had turned the corner. You listen to his footsteps as they began to come to a stop. “[Y/N]? Where did she go?”

You silence your sobs by forcefully throwing your hand over your mouth, praying that you wouldn’t be heard. A few footsteps were heard coming around the corner soon after, all the voices were wondering where you were.

“Big sissy!” you hear your youngest brother holler. “In there! Hiding spot!”

Steve walked up to the fence and knelt down on the other side. “[Y/N]? Sweetheart? Are you in there?”

“Go away!” you shout, uncovering your mouth, your hand wet from the tears. “I-I want to be alone!”

Steve turned around to look at his wife who had the two boys grasped onto her legs. Steve sighed and went back to face the white picket fence.

“[Y/N], please come out, we want to talk to you face to face,” steve pleaded. The air filled with the sound of nothing but your quiet crying. “[Y/N], please—“

“Steve,” natasha spoke, startling him from her sudden appearance behind him. “I think we should leave her be. She’ll come out when she’s ready.”

“I’ll wait right here.” steve stated, lowering himself onto the ground. He leaned against the fence. “Even if I have to wait here all night, I promise I’ll be out here when you decide to come out. I’m more than willing to wait [Y/N].”

Natasha knew that Steve had things under control and went on to lead your two little siblings back to their house, reassuring them that you were going to come home. You felt nothing but doubt from Steve’s words. If your father broke his promises, it wasn’t going to be long until Steve did too. As time passed, you were able to calm down. You shuffle your way to the hole and shyly poke your head outside, surprised to see Steve still on the other side.

"You’re still here,” you murmur, barely loud enough for Steve to hear. He twisted his head to the side, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “I...I um...I thought you would have left by now.”

“I’m not one to break promises [Y/N],” steve declared, causing your heart to sink. “I told you I would be here for you.”

You climb out of your secret hiding spot and walk over to Steve. You put your back against the fence and slide down to his level.

“I’m sorry that I ran off like that,” you apologize, slightly embarrassed. “I just...I...”

Your lip begins to quiver as the dreadful thoughts crept back into your mind. Steve scooted closer to you and threw his arm over your shoulders. You gently lay your head upon his chest as he held you close.

“[Y/N], I am always going to be here for you, no matter what,” steve promised softly, kissing you lightly on the head. “I love you and I care about you. I want you to always remember that, even if you don’t believe it, I never want you to forget it.”

“How do I know that you mean it?”

“By giving me a chance to prove myself,” steve answered. “by giving me and Natasha a chance to prove ourselves,” steve explained further. “[Y/N], we want to adopt you."

Your eyes widen at those words, and remove yourself off of Steve. You stare at him, hoping that he was being serious.

“Even after all that me and my brothers put you through?”

Steve nodded assuredly. “I wouldn’t trade you guys for any other kids in the world, because it’s you three who make mine and Natasha’s life complete. You and your brothers were the missing piece to our life. I couldn’t be anymore grateful.”

“Thank you,” you thank sincerely, wiping a tear that escaped your eye. “thank you so much.”

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