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Under the Bridge

I'm writing in a moment of despair, forgive me.

Pairing: rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader

Summary: The rivalry bands drummers don't have such a rivaling relationship.

Warnings: rivalry

A/u: 90s Rockstar

A/n: I had my main character breakdown in the shower to the RHCP 🤭. As per usual, PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. God bless! :)

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"We lost the petition to The Avengers (Bucky's band)." Her bassist delivered the blood boiling news to her on Monday.

"He doesn't have much time left, and it's no use visiting him. He has no recollection of anyone or anything." Her mother broke the news to her on a Tuesday evening about a dear family friend.

"You need to pull up your socks if you want to stay in the band, Y/L/N." The band manager threatened her on Wednesday.

Thursday had its own struggles involving the lugs repeatedly coming loose during practice.

And then Friday. Friday went surprisingly well. Everyone was pleased with her drumming during rehearsal. The band's manager even patted her back. She'd also been nominated as the best female drummer of the decade. It was just before the show that the very tense dam walls broke. Y/N's housesitter, Jane, informed her via a call on the landline that her cat Rosemary had run away.

Rosemary was Y/N's backbone. When even her family doubted her success as a female drummer in the music industry, Rosemary was there with her chirpy meows to inspire Y/N. When she got rejected by agencies, Rosemary was quick to curl up on her chest and purr. When she was ill, Rosemary never left her side. Rosemary grounded her amidst all the chaos. Rosemary went with her from sleeping in a run-down apartment to the house of their dreams.

That night, Y/N played her heart out on stage. Her band mates turned to watch her several times during the set. Their manager was beyond pleased with her. The Avengers were beyond displeased with her, said for their drummer, the Winter Soldier. Yet nobody knew about the secret love between the two rivalling drummers.

Nobody got a chance to congratulate Y/N after the show. She disappeared into the night in her dark leather coat, as did James. "Honey, you were amazing tonight!" Bucky whispered, emerging from the parking lot. "Thank you. Let's get away from here, please." Y/N whispered back. They got into the car, and Bucky drove them off. "What inspired ya?" Bucky asked as they drove into the night.

"Rosemary's gone..." Y/N whispered, looking at her leather-clad knees. "What? Darling, how? What happened?" Bucky asked, eyes laced with concern. "I dunno. Jane called. Said Rosemary hit the road." She said. "Mind if I play a song?" She rushed out before Bucky could answer. "Of course not." Bucky said gently.

Ironically, as they pulled in under a bridge, Under the Bridge by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers started to play. "Did you plan that?" Bucky chuckled. "Yes." Y/N was quick to admit with a small smile. "I love you, you know that?" Bucky sighed, taking the car keys out of the ignition. "I think I do. But hearing you say it warms my heart. I love you too, drummer boy." Y/N smiled at her lover. The lovers sat on the hood of the car as Under the Bridge blared through the speakers, watching the moon reflect in the water.

"I'm sorry about Rosemary. I really am." He said, taking her hand into his. "It's alright, love." Y/N smiled gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll help you look for her." Bucky promised. "Thank you. And once we've found her, the three of us will snuggle up and watch Scooby-Doo together." Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder as she spoke. Bucky laughed heartily and agreed.

"Would you be mad if I wrote a song about you?" Bucky asked, bringing her knuckles up to his lips and kissing them. "No. But only if I'm allowed to write one about you too." Y/N said. "The bands will fire us if they hear we wrote songs about each other. Let alone find out about us." Bucky said half jokingly, and half truthfully sad. "Then we'll start a band together." Y/N said softly, taking his left hand and kissing his knuckles.

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Fin. Hope you liked it.

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Case Study 1

Pairing: detective!Bucky x doctor!reader

Summary: Prologue of how the geneticist and the detective met.

Warnings: Angst (in chapters to come)

A/u: 80s (Starts off in late 70s)

A/n: Howdy. Same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. God bless.

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August 31, 1979

"Barnes." Stark acknowledges as he walks into the detective's office. "Stark." James says, removing his glasses and laying them on his brown desk. "Here are the evidence forms. We contacted Doctor Banner, but he's caught up in something. So, in place, he's sending his brightest intern." Tony states, sitting on the desk. "An intern?" James sighs, rubbing his cheeks. "Apparently she's good." Tony shrugs, lighting his cigar. "No smokin' in here. Ma complains about the smell." James waves away the smoke. Tony rolls his eyes and walks to the door. "You two start Monday, September 3rd." With that, Tony leaves.

September 3rd, 1979

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, I'm detective Steven Rogers." Bucky hears Steve as he walks into the building. "The pleasure is all mine, detective. I'm Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N smiles warmly, shaking Steve's hand. "Doctor? I thought you were a novice." James states as he walks in, and Steve shakes his head with a quiet sigh. "I'm a Probationer, actually. Mr Barnes Junior." Y/N states. "Is that so?" James asks, lighting his cigar. "Indeed. However I lean more towards the science in genetics than medical practice." She says. "Very well. Well now that we've passed the introduction phase let's get to the case, shall we?" Barnes changes the subject. "Yes of course." Y/N smiles. James feels his heart jolt at her warm smile, so he returns it.

September 21st, 1979

"You're aware that the case ended like a week ago, right?" Sam Wilson asks, slipping his coat over his shoulders. "Oh we're very aware. Doctor Y/L/N is just helping me uncover more family schemes and suspect. Because she's a genius and all." Barnes shrugs. "Right. And that's why she's sitting on your desk." Sam says as he leans against his colleague's doorframe. "Goodnight Sam. Take care." Y/N smiles and singsongs. Sam sighs and shakes his head as he leaves, and once his back is turned to them he allows the smile to take over his face.

November 16th, 1979

"Buck, can I ask you something?" Y/N looks over at James, tucking a strand of overgrown hair behind his ear. "Ask away, doc." He smiles, looking down at the filed paperwork on his lap. "How would you like to meet my family?" She hums, twirling his hair between her fingertips. "Isn't it a bit soon, dollface?" He asks, finally looking at her. "I don't think so. For all they know we could've been together since September 3rd." She states calmy. Bucky smiles at his girl, taking her hand into his. "They're going to swoon over you. Trust me. Just brace yourself for questions. They have loads of them. About anything and everything." She says. James laughs, tilting his head to the side. "I can't wait to meet them. When and where do we go?" Bucky is quick to shift closer, intrigued and excited.

They shared their first kiss over New Year's. And, 4 months later, Y/N had a shimmering engagement ring adorning her left hand.

September 3rd, 1980

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asks. "I do." James smiles, more sure about his answer than he's ever been. "And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asks. Y/N sucks in a breath of excitement as she looks at all the seated and waiting guests, and then to her almost husband, his beautiful baby blues shining with the utmost love and adoration, "I do.". "You may now kiss the bride." The pastor announces. The crowd cheers and applauds as James dips his wife and kisses her.

"This is so bananas that on this very day, a year ago, we met for the first time. And now we're married." Y/N says dreamily as her husband kisses her knuckles as they sit at the bride and groom table. "Yeah, love acts in mysterious ways." He agrees, feeling himself get physically lost inside her eyes. "I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Barnes." He smiles, eyes scanning over her breath-taking features. "And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." She hums in agreement. "Tonight I'm exceptionally grateful that Doctor Banner was busy." James smiles. "Want to know a secret?" Y/N whispers. "Always." He whispers. "He wasn't really busy. But I asked to go in his place." Y/N smiles up at her husband. "Wait. What?" He asks, scrunching his nose up as he smiles.

"Well, I wanted to gain experience fairly quickly, and word about NY's hottest detective on the look for a Geneticist came my way, so I pulled a few strings." Y/N admits. "So I have my beautiful wife to thank for this?" Bucky asks with a smile. "And Tony, for allowing a rookie in on a big case." She smiles playfully. "You helped us ace that case." James says in return.

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This will probably just be a mini-series. But I'll see how it does, and decide thereafter.

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(Gif not mine. Credit to the owner)

Me reading my old works: ⬆️

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Hbd Kirkie Babes

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem!reader

Summary: Ripper's bday celebration

Warnings: none

A/n: Howdy y'all same as always, please don't steal my work. Y'all have a nice day now, God bless.

Note: This may not be too accurate. I'm so sorry. First publicly posted Kirk fic woohoo.

(I'm struggling to type because my dominant thumb is plastered up because I broke the nail into the flesh bed skin thing)

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November 18, 1985.

He sat on the bench she'd promised to meet him at. He was far too early and had overworked his brain into being convinced that she wasn't going to show up. As he read the comic, he stressed more and more about her not arriving, but that changed when he heard footsteps.

"Kirk, hi! Happy birthday!" She squeezed him in a tight hug as he got up to greet her, a hug that he gladly returned. "Thank you." He mumbled shyly with a grin. "Oh, before I forget. I have something for you." She handed him a bag. Her own smile grew wider as the dimple in his cheek dipped when he looked inside.

He hugged her again instantly, grinning from ear to ear as he thanked her repeatedly. They sat down together, watching the waves break on the shore. After a long day of celebrating, Kirk was tired as he sat on the bench with his girlfriend. His head lulled to the side and found comfort on her shoulder.

Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss into his dark curls, and several after that, as she wrapped her arms around him. They watched the waves a little longer before they had to make their ways home. Y/N greeted Kirk with a warm and loving hug, and a proper kiss, before they departed.

When Kirk got home, he added his collectable to the shelf he had specifically for that collectable range. The one she got him was the final piece he needed and hadn't been able to get ahold of. He fell asleep that night to plans of proposing to her.

Fin

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Very short, I'm sorry. And I'm so sorry if it's inaccurate.

Gif not mine

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Captain America: The first Avenger - Howling Commandos

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Meeting The Family

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Turn of events, and Bucky is home after the war. He gets to meet Y/N's family, which happens to be his healing.

Warnings: none? Idk Lmk if there's any upsetting stuff that I didn't mention.

A/n: As always, please don't steal my work. Y'all have a nice day now. God bless.

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"Honey, I'm just popping down to the store for extra candles before my family arrives." Y/N tells her husband. Oh, right, her family is going to be in their home for two. Weeks. James remembers. And not even a small fraction of them.

"Alright, dollface. I'll be here." Bucky answers. Y/N kisses his cheek before leaving. Once she's back, Bucky is stuck between wearing the brown or the green tie. Y/N stands in the bedroom doorframe with a smile, watching her husband get frustrated at the ties. "The brown one is lovely. But green is my father's favorite color." She says.

Bucky decides on the green one with a smile. "You're positive they'll like me?" He asks, going to her. "Buck, I'm positive. Besides, if they want to stay here they'll have to like you." She says. Bucky chuckles. "I still don't know where everyone's going to sleep." Bucky says. "We'll figure that out when they arrive.".

Low and behold, when the family arrives, they're even more than what he expected. Kids, babies, teenagers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and parents. He stands shyly in the corner as they pile into him and his wife's newly bought lakehouse. Y/N decided that James needed a spot to recover after the war. He didn't mind living on the streets as long as she was by his side.

"Alright everybody gather round then you can go pick your rooms." Y/N claps her hands. Bucky's own hands get sweaty, and his stomach churns as all the people turn towards him. He takes ahold of Y/N's skirt and fiddles with it. "This," she takes ahold of Bucky, "is my husband. James.". Bucky's cheeks flush as they clap hands, and some males wolf whistle.

The people then scurry off to find a sleeping place. "And? By the way, this isn't even half, or a quarter of them." Y/N grins, hugging her husband tightly. "There's so many of them. Very loud. But I like them." Y/N laughs at her husband and kisses his cheek. In half an hour's time, the sleeping arrangements are sorted, and lots of the family have gone down to the lake.

"Think we should join them at some point, love." Y/N says as she finishes cutting the last slice of carrot for the copper penny salad. "I uh.. what about my scars, honey? Won't they upset the children?" Bucky asks. Y/N turns to him, and her heart aches for him. "Jamie," she takes his hands into hers, "no. They will not. They might ask questions, especially the adults, so be prepared. But I'll be there all the way.". Bucky smiles in relief and leans down to give his wife a sweet kiss.

After a while, Y/N and James join the members at the dam, giving James a chance to meet and greet those who aren't in the water. He looks dashing in his swim trunks and his terry cloth shirt (long sleeved to cover the arm). Once he's greeted all those on land, he stands on one side as Y/N chats to someone he assumes is her cousin.

"Hey, what you waiting for, my love? Go swim." Y/N startles James slightly, which makes her giggle, but her heart aches at the same time for him. "I don't feel like it sweets." He tries to lie, but Y/N gives him a pointed look. "Come on, my darling. Join me, please? I promise I'll make it worth your while." Y/N pleads, batting her lashes at Bucky.

Bucky put chuckles and nods, taking her hand. "Alright. Let's go.". At dinner time, after James said Grace, the family is all together (those who are there) and asking him questions. Bucky finds himself happier with each question asked. Although the war topic stings, their genuine care and respect, especially for those lost at war, soothes the sting when they ask questions related.

At the end of the night, as Bucky lays next to his wife in a spot he'd never thought he'd sleep in his own house, he feels contentment. "I like your family a lot." He whispers. "That's great, because they love you." She whispers back. "Perhaps we should have waited a while before marryin'. We could have had the fam there too." Bucky whispers. "We have them here now." Y/N says, kissing her husband's nose, that is tinted red from the sun.

"Would you do that thing you do, doll, where you tickle me a bear or something?" Bucky asks. Y/N giggles quietly, and to James's surprise, reaches for his left arm instead. Y/N traces her finger around his palm, saying some things Bucky can't hear over the pounding of his heart.

Y/N notices his discomfort and gets his attention by bringing the silver knuckles to her lips and kissing each one of them. Bucky's lips part in surprise. "When I say that I love you, I mean that about every inch of you." Y/N whispers. Before she knows it, her husband is pulling her into a tight hug and kissing feather light kisses all over her face.

Once they pull apart, Y/N cups James's cheek, swiping away a wet trail with her thumb. "Welcome to the family, honey.".

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Fin. As literally every other BB works, I want to make this a series. Should I?

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eagles in travis tritt's 1993 take it easy

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Even At Your Darkest Hour

Pairing: detective!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: She promised she'd always be there for him. But in a dark space mentally, Bucky shied away from her, wishing to not burdern her with his problems.

Warnings: It's detective Bucky, so most definitely will not be for sensitive readers. Mentions of kidnapping (not Y/N I hate that kind of content 🤢), but nobody actually gets kidnapped. Slight hints towards mature themes. Kiddos stray to my appropriate works. No smut.

Genre: Angst to fluff.

A/U: 50s

A/N: Same as always. My work is mine. Please give me credit for my work should you post it elsewhere or use my ideas. God bless. :))

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Never in her life did Y/N imagine being the wife of New York's best detective, James Barnes. She never imagined a life of luxury for digging up other people's secrets.

James deems her a great help. She's spectacular at picking up detail at first glance and has got a brilliant memory. Not to mention, she's a trophy of a wife. Always prim and proper. She knows her place but does not allow people to walk over her. Brilliant in all aspects of being a wife. Ideal partner to accompany him to every event, work related or not. But the public can't uncover James's secret, that him and his wife are married for beneficial reasons.

On a particular Tuesday evening, James received a case that wrenched his guts, which made him nauseous and in cold sweat. A case of a threatening kidnapper. That same guy who was around when James was a kid. The man who nearly took him and his sister when they were playing in the park.

Suddenly, he was a little boy again, trembling with fear. He stayed in the confines of his office until early morning hours. When he arrives at home, he makes an effort not to wake up his wife. But to his surprise, she's awake when he enters their shared bedroom. "I'm sorry I'm late. An urgent case got delivered as I was locking up." He whispered.

His wife turns to him with a small smile. "Don't apologize. Would you like me to warm some dinner?" She asks as she gets up and makes her way to him. He shakes his head. "Come here." She whispers. He makes his way to her mindlessly. She wraps herself around him, hands sliding off his coat. "Honey.. I-I.. not tonight? Okay? I'm sorry." James stutters.

"I know darling. I'm just helping you out of your clothes." His wife assures as she steps back to undo his bowtie and shirt. "Should I run you a bath?" His wife asks as she hangs his coat and bowtie on a coathanger and tosses his shirt into the laundry basket. "If you don't mind, no, thank you." James's voice is uneasy.

Y/N hangs up his trousers and hands him his pajamas. Once he's dressed, she takes him by the hands as they stand before their balcony. "What's on your mind?" "Nothing that should worry you too, darling.". "Please tell me." She sighs, cupping his neck with her hand. "I will, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you." James says. "Alright." She agrees with a small smile.

The next morning (a couple of hours later), when James awakes, panic settles in his chest when he can't find his wife. Thankfully, he is able to hear her movements downstairs. With his gown on, he makes his way downstairs. "Good morning, sugar." He smiles at her. "Hi honey." She smiles, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you up so early?" He asks.

"It's not early, love. It's well past ten." She hums. "Shucks. I needa get to the office." James scrambles back upstairs and has a quick bath before rushing downstairs, half dressed. His wife chuckles, amused. "Let me help you." She does his tie for him and buttons his shirt, combining his hair into place. "You're a darl." James sighs as he kisses her. She hands him lunch before he runs off to the office.

Later in the day, as James is looking through evidence and hints, a knock on his door makes his skeleton just about jump out of his skin. He reaches for the pistol in his drawer as he calls for the person to come in. "James. It's been a while." Brock, an old school friend, steps in. James closes the drawer without Brock noticing.

"May I help you, Rumlow?" James asks. "Not going to greet an old friend?" Brock snickers as he sits down across from James, who closes his brown leather file. "Oh, you needn't worry about me seeing that confidential information. I already know everything. That's why I'm here." Brock says. James stays silent.

"I want to strike a deal." Brock says as he leans back in the chair. "And what might that be?" James asks lowly. "I'll trade you information. For that pretty wife of yours." Brock leans forward. "You're ridiculous. Get out." James scoffs. "Come on, Barnes. I know she's a token more than love." Brock laughs. James's face hardens.

"Get. Out. She is my wife, and I will not trade her for information that I am very likely to find out on my own." James hisses. "Not even for the sake of Becca and little George's safety?" Brock teases in a baby-like voice. "Get out!" James warns for a final time, grabbing a knife from his belt and holding it at Brock's throat.

"Alright, alright." Brock gets up with raised hands. "I warned ya, pal." Brock says as he closes the door. With a heaving chest, Bucky sits back down, shakily sliding the knife back into his belt garter. Another knock sounds at the door, "James? Honey?". He calls her in. "Hey, I saw Brock on my way here." She says innocently, going up to his desk.

"Darling, are you alright? You're awfully pale." She worries, laying a hand against his forehead and then his cheek. "Yeah. I'm fine." He croaks. "I brought you a treat." She changes the subject as she sits down on his desk. "Y/N, did you tell anyone that our marriage was for beneficial reasons?" He rushes out. "What? Buck, of course not." She says, taking a tin out of her bag. "Why do you ask?" She asks as he stays silent. "Rumlow knows about it." Bucky says.

A shiver crawls up Y/N's spine. "Oh.. I don't know where he could have heard it from." She whispers. "Now, what's that treat?" James smiles. She lays the tin on his lap. Bucky opens it, and a grin spreads across his face. Y/N smiles at the sight, cupping his jaw. "Kiss first. As a sign of gratitude." She smiles. "Oh honey, I'm very grateful. But I'd never say no to a kiss." James grins up at his wife.

As they lean to kiss a knock interrupts them. James groans before sitting back and allowing the person to enter. Y/N clears her throat and hops off the desk. "Barnes. Mrs Barnes." Sam smiles with a nod. "Hi Sam." Y/N greets back with a friendly wave. "Can I help you, Wilson?" Bucky clears his throat.

"Look, I got some more info for you. But at a price. Zemo wants us to meet up with him at the Williamsburg Bridge." Sam says. Y/N and James give each other an uneasy look. "I know it sounds suspicious, but he sounded quite sincere. And he's never personally wronged us." Sam argues. "Alright, fine. When?" James sighs. "James!?" Y/N whisper shouts.

After Sam gives Bucky the information he leaves. "I must get going." Y/N says, getting up. "What? Why?" Bucky sounds defeated. "I only came to drop the brownies off." Y/N says. "Well what else could you have on your plate? It's not like you're busy." James asks. Y/N gives him a stern look.

"I'm sorry sugar I'm just stressed." He sighs. "It'd help if you talk." She offers gently. "Not yet, sweetheart. I'll tell you when the time's right." James says. "Alright. I'll be there when you need me. But before I go," Y/N goes up to her husband. She kisses his cheekbone ghostly, and leaves. Leaving James hot, happy, and excited. Until he opens the file again.

Two days later, when the meeting with Zemo is scheduled, James and Sam hire a car together. They drive to the location and wait underneath the bridge at the water as instructed. Zemo arrives shortly after. "Gentlemen." Zemo greets. They turn around. "What do you have for us?" Sam asks. "Lots. But I want something in return." Zemo says as he lights a cigar. "And what would that be?" James steps closer to him.

"I want you to tell me about the Vietnam war. Give me all the Intel you have." Zemo says, looking at the water. "You're insane." Sam shakes his head. "That, or your shanghaier gets his way." Zemo says. "He sends kids to become crimps?" James asks. "Yes. And I hear he's got his eyes set on a particular eight-year-old by the name of George James Barnes." Zemo turns to James and Sam. Bucky's blood runs cold and he feels nauseous.

"What will you do with the information should I give it to you?" Bucky asks. "Barnes!" Sam doesn't believe what he's hearing. Bucky simply raises his gloved hand to silence Sam. "The same as you. Protect my family." Zemo answers. As James ponders on telling him, sympathizing with the man, he hears someone. He reaches for his gun and shoots in the direction without warning.

A shootout starts instantly. Out from the dark emerges Brock Rumlow and a few other men. The men shoot at each other until all their bullets are out. They then resolve to fists. A few get dumped into the water, Sam being one of them. James goes to help Sam when Brock comes at him from behind. He pushes James onto the floor, scraping his cheek. He turns him over to land blows at him.

James manages to throw Rumlow off, spraining his wrist in the process. Once Brock lands in the cold water he orders his men to surrender. They swim out and run away. Zemo is gone too. Sam helps James up "You alright man?" Sam asks. James nods. "You?" He asks. Sam nods. When he's back home Bucky is quiet upon entering. As he half expected, his wife is not asleep. "Darling what happened to you?" She worries as she rushes to his side.

She gasps, seeing the gash on his cheek, the very same one she had kissed earlier that day. "I'll go have a bath, and then we can sleep. Sound good?" He asks. "No you're hurt!" She worries, taking his hand. James pulls it back with a soft cry. "Sweetheart.. Did I hurt you?" She whispers. He shakes his head. "Rumlow pitched with a bunch of guys. Beat us up. Including Zemo." James says.

Y/N makes him sit down on the bed as she cleans his face and then wraps his wrist delicately. "Plum, I'm gonna need you to go stay with Becca and them for a few days. I'm gonna be out chasin' someone and I don't want you alone." Bucky lies. "Alright.. Promise you'll stay safe?" She asks. "Promise." He says. Y/N glances into his baby blues before pressing a kiss, and then another, and then another, to his temple.

After a few days, Y/N leaves to stay with Rebecca and her husband and their son. The little boy is thrilled to see his favourite aunt again. The family, along with Y/N, spends the week together, Y/N even has the honour of dropping George off and picking him up from school. They get ice cream without informing his parents.

"I'm going to the grocery store to make up for my stay here. Give me your list." Y/N tells Rebecca. "Oh, don't be silly, that's not necessary." Rebecca smiles, shaking her head. "I insist, Bex. Hand it over." Y/N treatens playfully. "You're the best." Rebecca sighs as she hands Y/N the sheet of paper.

Y/N leaves and shops for the needed items and buys all of them, including a few snacks for George. Once in the parking lot Y/N hears footsteps approach her. "Hi Y/N." A voice says. "Oh hi, Brock. How are you?" Y/N asks once she's turned around, obvious to him and James's rivalry. "I've been quite well. Yourself?" He says.

"Brilliant. I've been visiting my nephew." She says as she closes the trunk. "Ah yes. The one the shanghaier is after, right?" Brock sticks his hands into his pockets, talking casually. "I beg your pardon?" Y/N frowns deeply. "Oh? Did James not inform you? Apparently, a kidnapping chap is after kids to make crimps out of. And your nephew is one of the targets. That's why you're here, right?" He asks. "I.. no? I mean, I was here visiting him. Is there something I should know about?" Y/N was growing impatient.

"Oh boy. James's didn't inform you again?" Brock sighs as he rubs his face. "That's why he sent you here. In case the shanghai actually comes for George, then he can take you instead. Bucky struck a deal with him. He could take you instead of Ge-" a loud thud sounds as Brock falls to the ground.

Y/N instantly pulls her knife out of her bag. "Relax. I'm on Barnes's side." A German accent says. "Zemo?" She asks, putting her knife back. "In case you're wondering, he's speaking half the truth." Zemo says. "What's true and what's not?" She asks, crossing her arms. "Yes, the shanghai is after George." Zemo says. "And I'm here because the shanghaier should take me instead of George?" She asks. ".......Yes." Zemo answers reluctantly.

"But James did not strike a deal with the man saying that he could take you." Zemo says quickly. "Then why will he know to take me instead of George? Because he's looking for children specifically." She asks. Zemo clears his throat and looks at Brock. "I don't know..." He answers truthfully.

"How do I know I can trust you? You got my husband and his friend beat up." She purses her lips. "I did honestly not know Mr Rumlow would be coming. He has ways of knowing things, and nobody knows how. And you can trust me because your husband sent me. Rumlow's chick informed your husband." Zemo says.

"I don't know if I can trust you, Zemo." She sighs. "Alright. Well, how about I prove it to you?" He asks. "How?" She counters. He hands her a note with James's signature on. "You should've given me that from the start. Get in." She gets into her Buick Skylark. Zemo gets in on the passenger's side. "What must I do now? What did James request regarding George?" She asks, starting the car.

"He's requested that you stay there until this evening, then drive back at 9. The shanghai will follow you. James will follow the shanghai. Sam, Steve, and I as well, then we'll capture him." Zemo says, looking at the interior of the car. "Where is your car then?" She asks. "I'll be going in one vehicle with the rest." She drives Zemo to his drop-off point. "Tell James that if George's life and future were not on the line I would have divorced him this very day." And with that she drives off.

Later that evening, at nine sharp, Y/N leaves Rebecca's home. She drives casually, avoiding her usual turnoffs. She, instead, goes to the parking lot of the carnival (which is closed, but the parking lot is still open). She stays in her car, applying her red lipstick and fixing her scarf. A car pulls up.

She does not recognise the car. A masked man gets out, and she watches him walk to her car in her review mirror. She fears for a second that this is a plot to get her until Steve tackles the man. Sam and Zemo follow short, and then her husband appears with handcuffs. Unfortunately, more men jump out of the strange car.

Y/N contemplates reaching for her pistol but suppresses the urge as she hears someone approach her car. The masked man. She gasps, making sure that it's locked. "Please don't hurt my car..." she mutters as he holds out a panga stick. As he's about to break the back window, James pounces him. On instinct, Y/N jumps out of the car. A brief look around, and she sees that there are eight men against four.

"Get inside your car!" James yells at her. The panga stick slides to her feet, and she picks it up, threatening to behead the man holding her husband by the neck. The man calls out to his men, and they raise their hands in surrender. Bucky handcuffs all of them, and Zemo goes to call the police.

Y/N drops the panga and drives off to her and James's home. A couple of hours later, she hears the lock turn. She curls deeper into the sheets and closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. James goes up the stairs quietly as always, yet this time he's shocked as he finds her with closed eyes.

He whispers a "Hi honey.", but she stays silent. James removes his clothes quietly, opting for a bath this time. After his bath, he's in bed with her in his pyjamas. A hiss escapes his lips as he leans too much weight on his wrist. With a sad frown, he realises that he's unable to hold his wife, so he turns onto his other side, back facing hers for the first time in their marriage.

The following morning, she's up before him as per usual. But she's not home. There's breakfast and lunch for him on the dining table alongside a note.

I'll be home around 3 pm. Take care of yourself, and don't go to the office today. Go easy on your mind and your wrist. You'll worry yourself sick.

- Y/N

He takes her advice, spending the day at home instead. For the first time in a while, he walks around their home, studying the place, admiring it. He sees now the effort his wife put into making it a home for them. The up to date styles, colours, and decorations. After getting dressed, he decides to make up their bed, ignoring the advice of resting his arm. It hurts, but he gets the job done. He even gets them a few groceries.

At 3, he's waiting at the door. She does not arrive. He waits a little longer before getting worried until he sees her car park in the street. He stands at the door with a smile and opens it for her. "Hi darlin'. Did ya have a good day?" His accent is thicker than usual. "Good afternoon, James. Yes, I did." She moves past him, hanging her coat up before going upstairs. Her husband follows suit.

"I was thinking I could make dinner tonight." He says. "Very well. I'll be out then." She says. James takes playful offense, "Hey, my cooking isn't that bad.". "No, I will be out regardless of who's cooking." She says. "What? Where?" He asks. "I will be in Massachusetts." She states. "What?! Why?" Bucky is puzzled. "Business." Is all she says.

"But darling, it's a four hour drive. When will you leave? I don't like the idea of you driving at night." He attempts. "I'm leaving now. I've already packed. Besides, you didn't seem to mind me driving last night." She answers, finally looking at him. Bucky's face drops. "Dollface.." He whispers. "No, James." She shakes her head.

"How could you? You risked my life, no. Had me risk my life without even informing me!? What if I died? What would you have done then, huh? What would you tell my mother? James, you can't just put my life on the line without my knowledge and then waltz in like nothing happened." She says with her hands on her hips.

"Sugar, I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry. It's.. I can't - It's this case. It had me on a chokehold." He says. "I understand, James. I am willing to fight for Georgie, too." She says. "It's not just that..." He sighs as he casts his gaze at the floor. "Then what is it? I am listening if you are willing to tell me what's been bugging you." She says. James shakes his head "I'm sorry, not yet.".

She sighs quietly, picking up her suitcase. "Alright then. When you are ready, tell me." She walks past him. "How long will you be gone?" He turns around, following her. "I'm not sure. It could range from a few days to a week." She answers. "Is.. is it someone else?" He bites the bullet. "James! No. Of course not. This might be an arrangement to you, but it's a marriage to me." And with that, she leaves.

After three days, James thinks he's losing his mind. There are no new cases to work on in big old New York. His wife is somewhere in Massachusetts. His friends are all busy. Rebecca has gone on a camping weekend with her husband and son. His parents are busy. Y/N's parents are busy. He thinks he's about to pop a vein in his head from boredom when the front door unlocks.

In comes Y/N. "Sugar!" He jumps up, taking her suitcase from her. "Hi, Jamie." She smiles. "Be a darling and take that upstairs for me? My folks are on their way." She says. He nods and takes her suitcase up before helping her downstairs. "Did you have a good time?" He asks. "Splendid. I'll inform you after dinner. They're staying for a few days. I hope you don't mind." She answers.

After dinner with the parents, the two couples part ways. James walks into their shared bedroom, undoing his tie. "Care to join me?" Y/N nods towards the bath. "I'd never reject the offer, although I must do something first." He says. When he returns, she's dressed and in bed. "You took too long." She says. James chuckles.

He sits at the side of their bed, putting an expensive looking box into her hands. "This does not make up for what I did or justify it in any sense, but I wanted to give this to you. I didn't buy it recently, I've been waiting for the right moment." He says. "Darling," She gasps as she opens the box, looking at the shimmering bracelet. "You didn’t need to do this." She gasps as she hugs him.

"Thank you." She kisses his ear as she pulls away. "Could you help me put it on?" She asks. He nods with a grin. He attempts to clasp it around her wrist, but his own aches too much, resulting in him releasing a pained "ah". Y/N takes the bracelet, putting it into its box before taking his wrist with gentle hands.

She rolls his sleeve up, eyes widening at the swollen and bruised limb. "Sugar, why didn't you take it easy, huh? Your wrist wasn't this bad when I left." She hums, feeling around gently for any further damage. "Get into bed. I'll show you my gratitude for the bracelet." She says. James's chesks crimson.

She gets Johnson's baby oil and applies it to her hands, rubbing it warm before applying it to his wrist. She warms up the muscles, preparing them for a deeper massage. Bit by bit, she applies deeper pressure, being more gentle around his wrist. She ensures to massage both sides of his arm the same and ends off with linguid strokes towards his elbow.

She wipes her hands clean with a towel, wrapping another around her husband's arm for compression. She ensures he's lying down comfortably before supporting his wrist with their softest pillow underneath it. "You're not mad anymore?" He whispers. She lays on her side, fingers brushing over his forehead. "I'm still a little hurt, but that bracelet is really nice." She smiles.

"I'm still so sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that. And, by the way, our marriage ain't an arrangement to me either. It's a marriage marriage to me." He says, eyes glossy. Y/N gives him a smile in return, kissing his soft lips. "I forgive you." She says.

The lights from outside eluminates the room. Y/N admires her husband, whose eyes are drooping, fatigue slowly consuming his body. "Let me hold you for once." Y/N whispers, shifting to her husband. A quiet giggle escapes her lips as her husband's eyes open swiftly. "What's that honey?" He asks, watching her pull the covers higher over them.

"I said let me hold you for once." She says, wrapping her arms around his neck and torso. James rests his healthy hand over hers, and she intertwines their fingers, kissing his bruised knuckles. He falls asleep within a few moments. Y/N takes this opportunity to trace his delicate features with her fingertips. Tucking hair behind his ears, smoothing his brows with her thumb, gently cupping his bruised cheek in her palm.

Her heart ached for the poor soldiers in the ongoing war, and the one that happened a little over a decade ago.

She wonders what is plaguing her husband's thoughts. Wondering when he'll share that information, if even at this point.

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Fin. Hope you like it.

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Deputation Gone Awry

Pairing: Avenger Bucky x Avenger fem!reader

Summary: The title is self-explanatory. But Barnes and Y/L/N go on a mission with Wilson and Romanoff. Things go awry. James and Y/N are stuck in a safehouse together amidst a blizzard.

Warnings: mean and condescending Bucky. Jealousy. Angst. Fights. Fluff. Injuries and stitches. Please don't this read if injuries make you uncomfortable.

Genre: angst to fluff

A/n: As always, my loves, please don't steal my work. Tag me and give me credit if you post my work on other platforms or use my ideas. God bless.

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"Good girl." Y/N grinned as the cat hopped onto her couch and snuggled up against her thigh (literally my cat and I rn. Her name is Goose.). A knock at the door startled the cat, who ran underneath the bed. "Dang it. Coming!" Y/N called as she got up and went to the door.

"Hey, kiddo, remember you're going on a mission with Barnes, Wilson, and Romanoff. You leave tomorrow. Get packing chop-chop." Tony clapped his hands together to enunciate his words. Y/N's stomach warmed, and her heart pounded when she heard his surname. She packed quickly. According to the list Tony had given her at the briefing in the boardroom.

She went to Steve's room and knocked on the door. Muffled voices quietened, and two pairs of footsteps came to the door. When it opened, Y/N bit her lip in excitement before shifting to the side as James pushed past her. "Hey Y/N/N. Can I help you?" Steve leaned again the doorframe.

"Hey Steve. Yeah. Could you please watch Goose? I'm going on a mission tomorrow." She asked. "Isn't that Fury's cat?" Steve was puzzled. "Yeah. That's why you've gotta take extra care of her." Y/N smiled. Steve agreed (after Y/N made him microwave brownies), and soon, all the belongings of the cat (Flerken) and Goose were inside of Steve's room.

The following morning, Y/N was in the Quinjet. Her belongings stowed away as she sat behind the stick in the cockpit. Bucky came in first. "You're early for once.". "Well, I've never been late, Barnes. I'm actually very punctual." Y/N said as she put her magazine down. James scoffed. "What are you doing there anyway? The seats are here." Bucky changed the topic, realizing he had no evidence to deflate her ego with in the previous topic.

"I'm the pilot." She said. "Yeah, right. You can hardly steer a bike." Bucky scoffed. "Bikes and planes are two entirely different things, Barnes." She sing-songed. "This is a jet." Bucky answered with a sly grin. He finally had something to belittle her for. One slip-up. "You know what I meant. Bikes and jets are still very different things." Y/N sighed.

"They're not actually that different if you compare the layouts and the functionalities. I mean, you've got seats in both, a steering stick in both -" Bucky started. "Okay, okay." Y/N moved out of the cockpit and went to the back of the jet. Bucky grinned in victory. Nat and Sam joined shortly afterwards.

"Where's Y/N?" Sam asked. "Dunno." Bucky shrugged. "She's already been here. It's her magazine." Nat said from the cockpit. Y/N emerged from the back. "Sorry. I was just checking our supplies." Y/N smiled as she stepped into view. "There's our captain." Sam grinned. "Pilot." Bucky corrected.

Bucky's scowl returned as Y/N went to the cockpit. He dramatically clipped in his seatbelt and held on for dear life as they flew to their destination. "You know she's a licensed pilot, right?" Natasha asked, not looking up from the magazine Y/N tossed to her.

"By the way she flies, it doesn't seem like it." Bucky hissed. "I'm able to read." Natasha said. "It's very turbulent. I don't know how." Bucky huffed. "We did just flie through a few typhoons." Nat answered calmly as she flipped a page. "Seriously? We're not hurricane hunters. Why's she flying us through typhoons?" Bucky groaned.

"Because she knows what she's doing." Nat finally looked at Bucky. Bucky resolved to silence for the rest of the flight and was less but still dramatic when they landed. The mission went smoothly, and all went according to plan until Y/N's suit belt hooked onto a rusted lever broke off and fell onto the steel floor.

Bucky grabbed Y/N and pinned her down as the opposition fired at them. Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, but she did not allow her silly crush to jeopardize the mission or her status. So she flipped them over and held Barnes down as she got up and fired single shots at the men, bullets laced with instant toxins to make whoever was shot pass out (unrealistic I know but bear with me).

After several moments of fighting, they ran out with their mission partners just in time to miss the start of the ambush. Amidst an ambush and a quickly approaching blizzard, Y/N lost sight of the rest of the team but thankfully bumped into Bucky. They ran off together, and Bucky hijacked a bike from the ambushers.

Y/N's cheeks were hot despite the snow as she held onto Bucky Barnes. They drove as far out of sight as they could. Y/N managed to locate a safehouse established by S.H.I.E.L.D and gave Bucky directions. Once they arrived at the safehouse, Bucky was fuming. "Why the hell would you put us all in danger like that!? And then shoot them all! We could have interrogated them for evidence or answers!" Bucky yelled at Y/N. Y/N sighed deeply. "Here we go..." She muttered underneath her breath.

Y/N had always been kind to Bucky despite his condescending persona towards her. She looked past it, blinded by her love for the man. He particularly liked to belittle her in front of others. She's no fool. She knew what he was doing and why he was doing it. "And now you're silent!?" Bucky went on condescending and patronizing her, but Y/N heard the exertion in his voice. It got meeker and meeker until they reached the safehouse by foot as the bike could not go through the snowpack.

Y/N noticed the limp in Bucky's step, his right leg particularly. She noticed the discomfort in his eyes when he sat down after checking around and locking the door. She grabbed her medical aid and kneeled in front of him by the fireplace. "Goodness, no, I don't need you messing up another thing. I'm fine. Wish I had Natasha here instead." Bucky groaned when he caught on to what she was doing. Y/N ignored the nauseating jealousy. Bucky looked mortified as she forced him to remove his trousers but allowed him to keep the thermal knee-length pants on.

She rolled the left side of the pants up where a dark red patch was. Bucky hissed in discomfort. Y/N gasped quietly at the wound, getting disinfectant and cleaning the wound carefully. She disinfected the needle with a lighter before stitching up his wound and putting cream and a plaster over.

The whole time, Bucky was complaining. Y/N droned out his voice to focus on his wound. When she was doing up the bandage, Bucky was still condescending her, "You tie as crap as you fly. Ha, that rhymes. But seriously. Did you attend the medical course?". That was it. Y/N ripped off that bandage (not the plaster) and gathered her stuff quickly before getting up and storming off. Bucky scoffed, but he did not even convince himself.

Bucky had several attempts at putting the bandage on properly himself, but he gave in when the pain got to him. Shamefully, Bucky made his way upstairs with the bandage. His heart leapt into his throat when he saw Y/N in her thermal clothing and not the suit. Y/N's mission attire was not nearly at voluptuous as Nat's, Bucky never assumed she had such a fine pair of legs. He watched as she scrubbed at his trousers to clean the blood before hanging them in front of the fireplace.

"You may come in, James." Bucky's heart dropped at her voice. She noticed him and called him by his full name. "I uh.. look, I'm sorry. But I need help with the bandage." Bucky croaked. Y/N sighed as she put her hands on her hips. "Why? I assume you attended the medical course?" Y/N tilted her head to the side. "No.. I didn't." Bucky's dropped his head slightly. "Sit down on the bed which, by the way, I'm sleeping in tonight." She said.

After wrapping Bucky's bandage properly and giving him clothes she'd found, Y/N shooed Bucky out of her room. Out of boredom, Bucky went through files of the agents the safehouse had and their personal lives. Bucky lingered on Y/N's. He looked at her rescuing people and animals. He kept his eyes on one where Y/N held a baby. A brief image of her holding a blue-eyed baby and standing beside him flashed before his eyes.

He looked at her in a pretty sundress. Good grief. How did they know and acquire all this about her personal life? Did she know? Was someone stalking her? Bucky's blood boiled with rage at the thought. Bucky closed the file and put it away as he heard Y/N coming downstairs. His skin crawled as he recognized the sweatpants adorning her lovely legs. Steve's.

"Where'd you get Steve's sweatpants?" He asked before he could think. "I didn't know that they were his. I found them in the drawer." She said. "And you didn't check for any women's clothing?" Bucky snarled. She had it.

"I am done with you constantly condescending me, James Barnes! I have only been kind to you from the start, and all you've done is misuse my kindness. I'm fed up with your constant attempts at making me feel less clever or competent because I can assure you that I am at a much higher level that you make me out to be. I'm aware that I might not be some professionally trained assassin or spy or have any remote form of superpowers or supernatural abilities, but I am far more intellectually competent than most! Mark my words. Once we are done with this mission, I will make sure that you never have to spend a moment in my presence again! You can find yourself a woman who meets your delusional capabilities for accommodating you on a mission! I. Am. Done." She went back upstairs.

Though she was stern with what she had to say, she did not yell or raise her voice. She addressed him calmly and maturely. Bucky felt even worse because of that.

Bucky made little effort to stop himself from going back to the file. His heart launched into his throat. He felt like a cartoon character with heart eyes floating after his lover and a visible hammering heart. There stood Y/N in a 1940s themed dress. Hair curled accordingly. Lips painted red. Her dazzling smile captured his heart solidly. A soldier's blazer, almost identical to his, was draped over her shoulders. If he had not seen her date of birth, he would have assumed that she was from that time.

Bucky put away the file after he had looked through it around eight times. He made his way upstairs after ensuring the door was locked and the fire was out. With a slight struggle to be quiet, he was in front of her door. He knocked quietly. "What, Barnes?" He could hear the frustration in her voice. "May I come in?" He asked. "Why?" Was all that she answered. "I want to apologize to you. Face to face." After a few moments of silence, the door creaked open. Y/N closed it once Bucky was in to trap in the heat.

"I don't know where to begin.." Bucky admitted. "Sit down. You need to ease the usage of your leg a little. And before you say anything, we were taught this in the course." Y/N said. "I wasn't going to condescend you. I swear I'll try my best to never do that again." Bucky said truthfully as he sat down.

Y/N assisted him in elevating his leg. "I don't know why it's so... normal today. My wounds are usually much less painful and heal easily." Bucky said. "It's a pretty deep wound, sarge." Y/N said. "Sarge?" Bucky grinned. "Sorry." Was what Y/N said as she sat down on the windowsill. "No, no, I like it. Takes me back to my golden days." Bucky smiled. "You sound as old as you are." Bucky laughed at that.

"Look, Y/N/N. I should probably start from the day we met. I should never have treated you like any less. And let me assure you, I've never for a moment believed that you are any less, even if I've treated you otherwise. I knew from the start that you were sharp. Smart. Kind. Able. Clever, very clever. Undoubtedly beautiful. And what threw me off is when you were kind to everyone else, and I was new, you were kind to me. When everyone hated me, you were still kind to me. I feared the worst. So I tried to convince myself that you are less than what you actually are, to justify the fear of being mortified by such a real doll. A dame. A babe, as you youngsters say." Y/N chuckled at the last bit.

"I am not trying to justify my actions with nice words! I'm being completely honest about what and why. You looked at me like you were proud of me. Like I wasn't such a worthless undes-" "Hey. Don't inflict any more hatred on yourself. HYDRA created enough negative neural pathways. We need to cover them with positive thoughts. So that we can see more of that smile that charmed ladies into paying for a meal." Y/N said. Bucky looked at the floor with tinted cheeks. "You're a.. what do they call it? Nerf? Nurd. Nerd. You're such a nerd." It was Y/N's turn to laugh.

"I didn't want to make this apology about me. I really am so sorry. I sure don't deserve it, but if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I'd be honored." Bucky said with a small smile. The air in the room was far more pleasant. "I forgive you, Bucky. I forgave you the moment you knocked on that door." Y/N said. "What? Why?" Bucky was puzzled. "Because you made the effort to come upstairs and apologize to me. You could've called me downstairs or buzzed me. But you came upstairs. That alone was an apology in itself." Y/N smiled.

Bucky recognised that smile as the one from the picture with the baby, and the one where she cradled a kitten amidst a rescue, and the one with the sundress, and the one on that 40s themed photograph. He saw her true smile. A sight that he was instantly hooked on. He mimicked her smile. "Could we try again? At being partners in the work field? I really need you on my team. Even though I never wanted to admit it. Maybe friends?" Bucky wanted so much more than friends.

"I'd love nothing more, sarge." Y/N got up and shook his hand. That's where the friendship brewed from.

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Fin.

Part 2?

Not proofread.

Gif not mine

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[accihoe]

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#2 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

[accihoe]

Just came across your account and I see you’re a bok supporter 🇿🇦 !! was wondering if u write ff of the actual rugby players?

Hiya!! Not only am I a supporter, but I'm also proudly South African #localislekker.

I do not write fanfics of them, no. It's a little awkward for me, especially because they have wives.

#rugby world cup #rugby #springboks #south africa #fanfics

[accihoe]

In celebration of my country winning the rugby world cup last night. 🏉

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: rockstar Bucky with his wife and son in a cafe

Warnings: none

A/n: you should know it by now, PLS DON'T STEAL MY WORK. ily. Go Bokke!!!

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"Go on buddy. You can pick anything you'd like." Y/N said as she crouched next to her son. "Anything mama?" He grinned. "Anything my boy." She picked him up after he whispered what he wanted in her ear.

When James walked into the cafe he laughed out loud, seeing his son in the cold, ice-cream in hand, holding it in his gloved hands. He gave his wife a kiss as he sat down. "Hi honey." Y/N smiled, stroking her husband's knuckles. "How'd practice go?" She asked as the band had an upcoming show.

"Great actually. We're doing a commemorative song in honour of the world cup this year." He smiled. The family had their drinks, treats, and ice-cream at the cafe before they headed home for Bucky to get his well deserved rest.

August joined in on the nap, and eventually Y/N too. The family, huddled up together in bed, snuggling together for warmth. When James's parents came over that afternoon for their scheduled tea, entering the house with theirs spare key, they looked around for the family.

Winnie found the family snuggled up in bed and snapped a photograph before alerting George. The elder couple left with satisfied smiles on their faces. Although they were concerned about their son in the world of rock and roll and fame, his lovely wife and son were there to ground him.

Fin.

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[accihoe]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Au: 80s rockstar

Summary: Y/N is the reason for the drummer's smile.

Warnings: no hate to Sharon Carter.

A/n: same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Ily, Jly.

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Y/N's eyes met those of the drummer, baby blues not as nitid as always. He played the drums with passion, giving his all, but it was clear to the fan that something was going on in his life.

When the show came to an end and the band members were thanking and greeting the crowd, the drummer was much less talkative. His eyes met Y/N's for the second time that evening, and he gave her a tired smile, she gave a warm one in return.

The musician did not think much of her after the show, his mind keeping him preoccupied with the scandals involving his fiancée. He read another article in the newspaper beside his bed, refusing to believe what he saw and read.

As he was falling asleep, his mind flashed with the face in the crowd, her warm smile comforting him into sleep. The following day, he went to a cafe near the hotel. He stood in line, contemplating additives or not in his hot chocolate. When he sat at a table, awaiting his hot chocolate, his veins ran ice cold.

He saw familiar blonde hair, that same large nose, same shade of red lips, smiling at another guy. Her hand was on the upper arm of the other guy. Bucky watched as the man tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His appetite for the hot drink vanished as he watched the interaction.

He felt angered when his vision got blocked by a figure. The waitress put his hot chocolate down and a few bowls of self-catering toppings. He thanked her quietly and pulled his scarf up higher. As the waitress moved away, it was like his eyes opened for the first time. There she was. The girl from the show.

As if on cue her eyes met his. Without thinking he gathered his stuff and moved to her "Hope you don't mind me intruding.". She shook her head with a smile, gasping slightly when she saw who it was. "I uh.. you look beautiful, by the way. And uh. I'm James." He held out his hand. "I know." She giggled, taking his hand. "That you're beautiful or my name? I'm hoping both." "The latter, but thank you, James, for the compliment." She smiled at him.

"What brings you to this cafe? Shouldn't you be doing.. you know... band stuff?" Y/N tilted her head with an adorable smile. "Yeah, but we've been here before. I don't feel like touring to the same spot again. I figured it'd keep my mind preoccupied to come here and dang was I right." He grinned.

"James uh, I seriously don't mean to kill the mood.. But Sharon is here. With that guy from the scandal article." Y/N cringed at her announcement. "I know." He sighed. "I'm sorry. Let's talk about something else. Here." She put her interior design book on the table. Intrigued, the drummer took the book, tracing his thumb over her name in the front, before gently flipping through.

"Most trending decor at the moment. And, if you want my opinion, I think it's timeless." Y/N said, tracing her hand over a photograph of a living room. "I agree." James smiled, resisting the urge to lace their fingers together. "You gonna order anything? It's on me." James asked. "Oh no, no, I can't accept that. But thank you." Y/N smiled as she shook her head. James admired the curls that bounced around her face.

"Please, I insist." He said. "Alright then, if you insist. I'll have one hot chocolate, please. No toppings." She grinned. As James turned to get up and place the order, a woman stood before him. A particular large nosed, red lipped blonde, with crossed arms , "James.".

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Part two?

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[accihoe]

Semi-based on a dream I had.

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: too lazy to write one out just read it

Warnings: the ocean. Bomb mentions.

A/n: PLEASE. DO. NOT. STEAL. MY. WORK. ily

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"There is no way you are taking our 4-year-old with you on a missio- James!" She yelled as he lifted the boy onto the boat, that Sam started despite her nae, and rowed out onto see. Panicking, she pushed a couple out of their boat "Sorry!", and grabbed the pedal from the boyfriend as she started rowing to her husband and son.

"James hand him over. You cannot take him with you." She called out, standing in the unstable boat to grab her son, who was curled up against his father in fright. "Please!" She urged out her hands, James still did not budge, so she rowed over and got onto their boat, grabbing ahold of her son's lower body. His arms, clad in a red jacket, were around James's neck, and she could only see the light curls of her son. His trembling legs were in blue jeans and his feet in yellow wellies.

Y/N stumbled back a bit as the swell of a large wave that was sure to break went underneath them. She stepped with one foot in her boat so as not to lose it, grabbing onto her son again. Sensing his mother's touch, August turned his head around to look at her. He instantly leaned to her, but a big wave crashed against them, sending Bucky and August into the sea.

The child called out desperately to his mother, who scooped him up into her arms and stepped back into her boat, rowing away quickly as the child clung to her. "Maybe next time you should listen to your wife, man." Sam said as he pulled Bucky back into the boat. "She's no fun. I'm sure August would have loved this outing." Bucky huffed, slipping off his shirt and wringing it out. "I'm not so sure about that." Sam said as they rowed to the remote island where they were going to dismantle a bomb.

As they approached the shore again, Y/N hopped out into the hip depth water and took her sun out, who held onto her for dear life. She dragged the boat back to the couple and apologized profoundly, but the couple witnessed almost everything, so they were more than happy to help.

Y/N removed her shirt and put it over a trembling August as she walked over the beach and through the town, ignoring the strange looks from people. When she got to the house that they were staying at, her family and teammates flocked to her "James insisted on taking Aug with to dismantle the bomb. Thankfully, kiddo was on my side with this.". Wanda brought them towels, and Y/N dried off her son thoroughly and changed him into dry clothes.

After a day of eating cake and sweets and greasy foods, running around all over the show, and making a big mess, August was taken to bed by his mother. "Mama? Where's daddy?" He asked as she was tucking him in. "Daddy's still busy working, my love. I'll wake you up when he's home, okay?" He nodded, but she wasn't really going to wake him up. "Goodnight, pumpkin." She kissed his forehead and got up. "Night night Mama." He whispered as the lights went off and his door closed.

Y/N was sitting downstairs when a drenched and bruised James came home, an unconscious Sam in his arms. Bucky laid Sam down on the table as Bruce came rushing down as well as one of Y/N's doctor cousins. They watched as Sam got patched up. Y/N circled her arms around a trembling Bucky. "Thank you for fetching August. Sam barely made it.. I was hurt pretty bad. I can't.. I can't imagine if-" Bucky said but his wife interrupted him "Don't finish that sentence.

Thankfully, Sam was alright, and Y/N patched a bruised Bucky up before he went into the shower. He got into their shared bed, sighing in content as he smelt the sea breeze, heard the crashing waves, sunk deeper into the sheets, and felt the softness and tenderness of his wife's skin as he curled around her. Only to be woken up by the wailing of his son.

Y/N and Bucky shot up, heading straight for the room Y/N's parents had prepared just for August, filled with space and dinosaurs. Bucky's throat tightened as he watched his son thrash in the bedding, deja vu hitting him like a freight train. Y/N picked their son up and stroked his back as she rocked and comforted him. "Was deep water mama.. and I couldn't find you and the fishy was so big." He whispered. The boy gasped as he met his father's eyes "Daddy!".

"Shh baby, people are sleeping." Y/N giggled as she handed him to James, who carried him back to their bedroom. Now, James was certain that he was more content than ever. Holding his son and the mother of his son in his arms in a peaceful and surreal environment. Bucky panicked slightly the next morning when he patted around and did not feel his wife or son. He clutched his side with a groan as he sat up, rolling his eyes as he overhead Sam telling everyone about what went wrong.

"What's the deal with you and Barnes? You're always fighting like cat and dog. And neither of you seem very affectionate." Sam cornered Y/N the next day. "Nothing Sam. Trust me we're more couple-like behind closed doors." "Obviously. But I mean damn, do y'all even love each other?" That rendered Y/N speechless. Which was a big mistake.

"Y/N? You do love James, right?" Sam narrowed his eyes, concerned for the soldier. "Sam.." She bit her lip, trying to think of a way out, but her mind was blank from panic. "Oh my goodness. You don't love Bucky!" Sam gasped. "Sam shut up it's mutual okay!?" She whisper shouted. "What?" Sam whispered, totally confused. "Okay.. uh. Look, Bucky and I married for beneficial reasons. We decided that we'd marry because neither of us were getting any younger, and well yeah. It just sounded better than being sad and alone and childless." Y/N admitted.

"But now we're sad and alone but with a child. Look, don't get me wrong, Bucky's great. Any girl would be lucky to have him, he just... doesn't seem to want to click with me. He's a token to brag about to my family, and they adore him. I'd prefer if you kept this private okay? Especially from August." Sam stayed silent the whole time, too shocked to speak.

Y/N left an open-mouthed Sam standing there, and unbeknownst to her, a shocked Bucky. That evening when she was in bed Bucky slid in on her side of the bed, pushed up against her front. "Buck please not in my parents' house. Let's just wait until everyone goes to the beach or something." She whispered, brushing hair from his eyes. "No. That's not my intention. I want you and I to be husband and wife. Beyond just sex and kids." He said.

She bit her lip to stop a smile, threading her hands through his hair. "You were eavesdropping weren't you?" She grinned at those baby blues. "Yep." He grinned back. When August cried again Y/N heard her parents get him, so she stayed with James, holding him in her arms. As he fell asleep she traced the bruised along his jaw and shoulder, slipping her hand beneath his shirt to stroke over his ribcage too, and it finally settled on where his heart was thumping, tips of her fingers delicately touching the scars and cool metal of his arm.

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