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Hello my lovelies,

So I know I’ve been gone for…. Far too long, but Protection haunts me and I promise I will finish it and try and get back into writing again. Life has been a bit all over the place but with House of the Dragon my love for GoT has come back a bit and I’m rewatching so will hopefully find inspiration! Big thank you for all your continued love and support on it. I genuinely love to see it.

All my love x

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Protection - Part 10

Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Part 10/?

Summary: Jaime and his wife make it to Sunspear, but what will be waiting there for them when they arrive?

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! so….it’s been a while. I never wanted to leave this fanfic unfinished and I promise I will eventually get to finishing it, I just needed to know where it was I wanted to go with it and in all honesty, the way the show ended kind of put me off thinking about that. I am going to give this another go though, and Protection will be finished one way or another (else it might haunt me for the rest of my days). I have also started writing more original content which can now be found on Dreame and the link is in my Masterlist! Thank you all for the continued support and I hope you’re all staying safe. Thanks for reading- Abby x

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Jaime wrapped the child in a blanket, clutching it tightly to shield it from the sand that whipped around them in the wind. It had cried, it had screeched as its mother fell to the ground, her arms unable to take the weight of the tiny being. 

She was now slumped over the front of Bronn’s horse, Bronn’s arms showing veins where the strain of holding her up was getting to him. It hadn’t been pretty, but she had done all she could and she had the child before fainting in exhaustion and dehydration. Jaime tried not to let his fear show, tried not to disturb the sleeping infant in his arms, but he couldn’t help but let it eat away inside of him. They had to reach the Martells before it was too late for her. Bronn had managed to bring a maester, who lingered behind them on his own horse. He seemed hesitant to help them until Jaime had explained that she was not of Lannister blood, but the daughter of Ned Stark. The argument had persuaded the master, but Jaime was not sure if it would sway the Martells to his cause. They would be happy to let her die even if it was just to spite him. 

Whilst the journey to the Martell’s residence was a short one, it felt longer than any of their time at sea. Jaime looked down at the child in his arms, a young boy. Cersei would be disgusted. A new Lannister heir. He didn’t really care what Cersei thought. The boy looked strong and healthy, despite the heat he did not seem bothered, his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm of sleep. Jaime looked over to his wife, her eyes flitting open for a moment before closing once again. At least she was still alive. 

The edges of Sunspear became visible above the dunes. The tips of its golden spires were visible above the large walls that surrounded the building. There were guards at every entrance, all sporting the Martell crest of the spear bursting through the sun. Jaime thought back to Oberyn, the way he fought the Mountain with a spear and his courage. He had nothing but respect for the Martells, but he could not say they would feel the same way about him. 

The maester rode up to meet the level of Jaime and Bronn. He stepped down from his horse and went to check on Jaime’s dear wife, still slumped over Bronn’s horse and mumbling something Jaime could not hear. He attempted to give her some water, but she laughed, batting the vessel away in delirium. Jaime was no maester, but even he could see she was delirious. He felt panic rise inside of his, the child sensing it and fussing in his blankets. He watched as the maester stepped ahead to the two guards, murmuring something to them as they nodded, one turning and making his way into the walls of Sunspear as the maester returned to Jaime and Bronn. 

“They have asked that she enter Sunspear alone with the child,” the maester told Jaime. 

“You expect me to give my wife up to my family’s enemies so freely? No!” Jaime replied, his voice rising in anger. He would not leave her. She would not die alone. “Put me in chains for all I care, but I am following her in there-“

“Jaime,” Bronn’s voice, level and calm felt like a bucket over water, washing away his anger and bringing him back to the present, “you’re going to be no good to anyone in chains, mate. Let her go in.” 

Jaime wanted to take out his sword. He wanted to fight. That’s what he knew, what he had always known. That was where his strengths truly lay, but he also knew they would not serve him here. He was not here to fight the Martells. Whatever his intentions before, he was now there to beg for their help. 

“Take her,” he murmured, “and him…” Bronn’s eyebrows shot skyward. He had not known the child was a boy, and he understood the implications. His wife was taken on the horse whilst the maester took away his son, leaving Jaime and Bronn sitting uselessly with their arses in the sand as they leaned up agains the walls in the shade, waiting for word from the palace. 

After hours, the sun remained high in the sky, but the guards had changed. Bronn and Jaime had mainly been sitting in silence, Jaime staring into the distance, Bronn drawing crude shapes into the sand in some attempt to entertain himself until he could not hold onto his thoughts any longer. 

“So, a boy,” he said to Jaime, clicking his tongue in thought. Jaime scowled, but it did not deter him. “What’s going to happen when Cersei gets a word of this then?” 

Jaime sighed. “I’m trying not to think too hard about it. I’m more concerned whether they’re alive in there.” 

Bronn shrugged, “they’ll let you in eventually, just need to assess the threat first.” 

“There’s one of me and a thousand of them, how much of a threat can I be?” 

“Aye,” Bronn smirked, “but you’re the Kingslayer.”

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She awoke as the sun was setting, her mouth dry and everything sore. A maester was stood aside from her, whispering to a tall, slender woman with a mouth that seemed it would permanently be turned downwards in a disapproving manner. Her hands fluttered to her belly, still swollen but empty now. She remembered the desert, she remembered the searing pain, but then she had no clue. Had her child survived?

She wanted to cry, but her eyes couldn’t sacrifice losing the little moisture they had. She shut her eyes. She had not seen Jaime, but she hoped his was not far from her. He had promised her protection, hadn’t he? But protection did not mean safety, not anymore. She’d seen her father protect her mother as best as he could, but neither of them had ever been safe, not when there were so many threats. 

“Lady Stark?” It was the tall woman. Her voice should have been comforting. She had always liked the lilt of the Dornish accent, but her name had come out as more of bark. All she could do in response was nod, her throat too dry to croak out some sort of response. She had not been a Stark for a long time, but the name was like a childhood blanket, and she clung to it for comfort. 

The woman came closer, holding up a flask so that she could take a drink, speaking to the girl who called herself Stark whilst she drank. 

“We did not think you would manage to wake up so quickly,” she told her, “you were on the edge of madness when my maester bought you to the doors of the palace.”

“The child?” She managed to choke.

“The child is safe and well. I’ve had someone nurse him, although I imagine he will need his mother soon.” She smiled kindly, but it did not reach her eyes. “Your husband is going to be a problem for us, though. He waits for now outside the walls but his patience will not last forever.” She examined the woman lying down, as if assessing if she was a threat despite the fact she could hardly move. “I think perhaps we could allow him inside with the necessary precautions, but you will stay here with us whilst he can take residency in a cell, I think.” 

Part of her wanted to protest, but she knew it would be useless. The best she could do for now was try and figure out what the Martells wanted from them. It was her turn to protect him. 

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Are you still writing for your Protection (Jaime Lannister x Stark Reader) series? If so please do a part 10 bc this story is so good and I am dying to know what happens next!!

Hi there! It’s kind of been on hiatus for a long time BUT I have been working on the next chapter so hopefully it will be with you sometime soon... I sort of fell out of love with Game of Thrones since the finale but I’ve gotten a lot of messages like this that made me realise that’s why I need to keep writing the fic! Thank you so much for reading and supporting ❤️

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Are you still open for requests?

I am now open for requests! I’ve been crazy busy with school and life but things are calming down now so please do send things in and I’ll try and get to writing them!

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New Jersey Dog Sanctuary - Part 2

Summary: Bucky finally starts to find a connection with y/n after biding his time, but nothing ever goes according to plan.

Words: 2052

Author’s Note: Hi guys! This is the second part to New Jersey Dog Sanctuary and apparently I’m making this more of a slow burn than originally intended which means this will be at least 3 parts because I’m nowhere near done yet! I hope you all loved Falcon and the Winter Soldier as much as I did and please feel free to send me some requests! I am wanting to write a Sam fic in the future so all ideas are welcome. Sending all the love - Abby x 

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Bucky twirled the card around his fingers, tracing the numbers with his thumb. Loki the husky’s wet nose rubbed up against his leg, his big blue eyes staring up and questioning almost as much as Sam was about why Bucky hadn’t called her yet. Bucky let his fingers run through Loki’s fur, the softness grounding and comforting him before putting the card back in his pocket and returning to his run. 

It suited him to come this early in the morning. The sunrise was pretty and the lack of other dogs around meant Loki got less distracted, not to mention the fact that if he’d come any later Sam might have joined him and ruined his vibes. Loki panted next to Bucky and he slowed his pace a little, letting the dog catch up. It had been just over a week, and although they were still adjusting to one another, things seemed to be going well. There was an easiness to Loki that Bucky needed with him. They continued to jog for another half an hour before Bucky gave up, grabbing a bottle of water for Loki and a cup of coffee from a stand just opening up in the park. New Yorkers were beginning their commute once again in and out of the city, disappearing down stairs to the subway that would inevitably make them late. 

Bucky felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Sam, annoyed that Bucky didn’t wait up for him like this wasn't his daily routine. He slipped it back into his pocket without bothering to reply. 

“Glad to see you do know how to use a phone,” a female voice said from behind him. Bucky turned to see her standing there. She was dressed in the same uniform she had been wearing when he’d met her at the New Jersey Dog Sanctuary a week before, but it was slightly less covered in fur, being first thing in the morning. Bucky stared at her with his mouth ajar, but she just chuckled and bent down to pet Loki. “Let me guess,” she said to the dog, “you ate my business card, huh?”

Bucky laughed awkwardly, “Well that sounds better than the fact that or his owner is just a coward who hasn’t flirted in 70 years.”

Her face softened as her eyes left Loki and met Bucky’s. There was a sympathy in them, but it didn’t make him feel pitied like he’d expected.

“If you’re not ready, then it’s alright you know,” she told him. “My brother is a vet and he’s still never really been ready to date after everything that’s happened to him.”

“Really?” Bucky was surprised. 

“Yeah, I mean I’m no therapist so I couldn’t tell you why but… I get it.” She smiled kindly at him as the breeze picked up, a strand of hair falling into her eyes. “Just know that if Loki didn’t eat my number, you’re welcome to call me even if you just need a friend, y’know?” She smiled then, looking down at Loki’s dopey gaze at her. That smile could have blinded a man if it was directed at him, and Bucky felt himself momentarily lose his breath. 

“I’ll text you,” he told her, melting a little at the hopeful look she gave him, “I promise.”

“You had better.” She grinned as she checked her watch, “shit, I’m so late already but I couldn’t resist saying hi-” she hesitated, “to Loki, of course.” 

“Of course.” Bucky smirked, glad to see her confident demeanour falter a little as she blushed, picking up her bag and running past him towards the subway. 

As the noise of the streets picked up, Loki stated closer to Bucky until they reached his Flatbush apartment. It wasn’t much, but some new furniture had been added for Loki to lie around on and he had to admit to himself, his couch was pretty nice. Loki took his usual position in the corner of the couch as Bucky began to pull off his clothes for the shower, finding the little card in his pocket. He sighed, getting out his phone and slowly but surely typing out her number into the top of his screen. 

“Sorry it’s taken so long, but Loki was really excited to see you today- God, it makes me sound like such a dork,” Bucky slumped on the sofa, showing the phone to Loki, “What do you think, bud?” Loki stared at him until Bucky sighed in defeat and clicked the send button. “She can’t think I can be any more socially inept than I already have been, I suppose.” 

He pulled out a book, reading a page before giving up in defeat. His phone pinged, but it was just Sam again, a screenshot of the route of his run. He did this most days, although Bucky never really understood why. He sent back a thumbs up emoji before once again putting the phone down. Where had all his game gone? He thought he had at least been semi-decent at talking to women before. He was at least better than Steve, although that wasn’t saying much. Loki came closer to him, propping his head on his lap and giving Bucky big sorrowful eyes. Bucky chuckled, letting Loki do his job and calm him. 

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up his phone was illuminated with a message from y/n. He held his breath for a moment, opening the message. 

Better late than never ;) Loki looks like he’s settling well with you!  

Bucky smiled, snapping a picture of Loki draped across his legs and sending it back to her with the caption Y’think so? 

She replied with simple laughing faces, the three dots appearing making his stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in years. 

It continued like that for a couple of days. She’d send him pictures of the dogs in between her shifts, he’d reply with something he would try and make clever and funny. Loki would sometimes make an appearance to which she always replied with heart eyes. 

Friday night, Sam came over to Bucky’s place and told him he was dragging him out to a bar in Manhattan with Rhodey. They were playing some music that was the furthest thing from Frank Sinatra he had ever encountered and the whole place was hot and sweaty but somehow smelled expensive. His felt his phone buzz in his pocket but he ignored it. If Sam somehow found out he had been messaging y/n then he would never hear the end of it. 

“What do you want to drink?” Sam shouted to him over the music. 

“Scotch, neat.” Bucky replied, shifting past Sam to greet Rhodey. 

Rhodey made small talk with him, but he and Bucky had never been close. He appreciated him though, and Sam wanted him to make an effort with people so he wouldn’t let him down. He felt his phone buzz again in his pocket. Bucky went to check it but Sam appeared from around the corner, leading them to a quieter corner of the bar where they took a seat in a rounded booth. For somewhere so expensive, the table was still sticky from vodka shots. 

“Sam said you got a dog? I think that’s great man,” Rhodey said to Bucky. 

“Thanks, yeah,” Bucky smiled a half smile, “he seems to be helping a little.”

“Yeah but now he’s abandoned me to run with the dog,” Sam laughed. “Imagine, being replaced by a miniature wolf-”

“Well he can keep up better than you can,” Bucky’s smirk transformed into a laugh as Sam’s face became the picture of insult. His phone buzzed again in his pocket and he sighed giving in. There were 5 new messages. 

Hey Buck, I’m sorry to do this but I didn’t know who else to text and I’m in this sketchy area with this guy… I don’t think he’s a bad guy but I might need to get out of here… Are you around?

Sorry never mind, you’re probably busy 

Okay but for real if I go missing I’m going to share my location with you because my roommate is not responding to me

Oh god please see this I have no clue where I’m at and I bet Loki would be able to sniff me out better than my westie could

Okay I left, he was a total freak so now I’m wandering around Brooklyn by myself (I’m fine don’t worry). Sorry for all the messages. 

Bucky stood up, knocking over his empty scotch glass. 

“Hey, woah man!” 

“I have to go,” Bucky said, giving Sam a meaningful look. “I’m sorry.” Sam just nodded in reply. He’d tell him about it all later but right now she was walking around by herself on a Friday night when the streets were busy and full of drunks who could…. It wasn’t worth thinking about. He left the bar and hailed a cab, finding the street where she was on the maps, giving the driver directions until he saw her. 

She was walking with a denim jacket wrapped tightly around her over a pink dress. Her hair had come a little loose at the back and she looked tired, but not hurt. 

“Bucky?” She squinted at him as he paid the driver. “Bucky, I told you I’m okay.”

“You really didn’t sound okay.” He replied. Her eyes didn’t have their usual spark in them and now he was closer to her he could see her mascara and her lipstick had been smudged. He pushed down the white hot rage that was building up inside of him.  “You don’t look okay either.”

“Jeez thanks,” she laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Come on, my place is just around the corner.” 

She led him in silence to an apartment block in a quieter area. She lived on the second floor in an apartment where a small white dog was waiting for her on the sofa. She smiled, throwing her heels off and rubbing her feet into the plush rug. 

“Alexa, play Taylor Swift,” she said. A pop song Bucky didn’t know filled the room. 

“Oh god, Taylor Swift?” Her roommate came out from the side door. She didn’t notice Bucky still perched in the doorway awkwardly. “Was it that bad?” 

“Why haven’t you checked your phone?” Y/n asked her.

“Sorry babe, I was watching a movie with Alex and… Y/n why is there a strange man in our doorway?”

“Bucky, you don’t have to stand in the doorway, come over.” Y/n chuckled, warmer than before. Bucky tentatively walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to her. Her dog looked at him with suspicion and Bucky matched his glare as the girls continued talking. He looked up again when he heard the roommate’s door shut. 

“Sorry,” y/n sighed. “I’m fine now I promise and you can go if you want, you don’t have to be tortured to listen to All Too Well on repeat.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve been tortured worse.” Bucky replied and she winced. “No, that was a joke, I-”

“No, no I’m an idiot and I’ve had a drink and you’re very handsome and wanted to come to my rescue and so my words are not going to be the best choices right now.” She sighed, her head falling into her hands. 

Bucky awkwardly scooted a little closer to her and tried to be reassuring by putting his hand on her shoulder. She glanced at him with a watery smile. 

“Thank you for rescuing me,” she whispered. 

“Anytime,” he replied. “I’ll show myself out, I think you need some more of this Taylor Swift person and some sleep.” 

She laughed and nodded, standing to let him out. As he stood on her doormat, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She was warm and despite everything her hair still managed to smell like strawberries. She squeezed him a little too tight, as though making sure he was as solid as he seemed, and he squeezed her gently back. He didn’t want to let her go, but he knew what he had to do, so he left, but he swore he’d be back to mend her heart if it killed him.

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Hi everyone and welcome to all my new followers! I really appreciate all the love for my fics and I just thought I’d update you as to where I’m at!

Protection: a lot of you have been asking me about Protection and what’s going to happen with it and I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure. It’s something I loved writing and I promise I will try and get it finished for you guys whether that’s in a few chapters or a double what it has now, I just need to figure it out!

New Jersey Dog Sanctuary: This is definitely getting a second part so no worries!

Requests: I am open to requests but they aren’t always going to be written I’m afraid. If an idea has inspired me then for sure I will get back to it as soon as I have time though!

Okay I think that’s everything but if you do have any questions don’t be afraid to get in touch through messages or my ask box ❤️

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New Jersey Dog Sanctuary

Summary: Meet cute! Bucky is told he needs to get a dog and so goes with Sam to the shelter where he meets someone he wasn’t expecting. (It’s not overly romantic, mostly just wholesome Bucky but if I write a part 2 things will heat up a little!)

Words: 1704

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA for so long, but hopefully this will be the beginning of me posting more regularly again! I’ve actually really missed writing fanfic but I’ve been taking the time to work on some original bits too so maybe they’ll make their appearance on here some time in the future. For now, enjoy some soft Bucky fluff and make sure to keep sending me any requests (particularly Marvel stuff because I am riding a WandaVision marvel high at the moment!) Sending all the love- Abby x 

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“C’mon Sam you know that this is more hassle than we need right now.” Bucky sighed. The sign above them read ‘New Jersey Dog Sanctuary’ in large green letters, punctuated with a paw print on either side. The glass door opened up to a lobby lined with sofas covered in dog hair. On one sat a kid, clutching a small scruffy terrier to his chest like his life depended on it. Bucky shook his head. 

“Look, Buck the therapist said you needed a dog, so we’re getting you a dog,” Sam gave him a sharp look, staring at him. Bucky met his gaze. A staring contest. He knew the stakes without having to say a word. If he won, he wouldn’t have to  go in, but if he blinked he’d be stuck with some dog he’d be forced to take with him on missions, getting in the way and making him trip up. Sam’s eyes did not move, but his hands clapped, making Bucky flinch, and worse, blink. 

“Cheater.”

“That’s just another word for winner, Barnes,” Sam winked, gesturing to the door. “After you.”

The sound of barking and the smell of fur hit the moment they walked into the place. There was a girl sitting behind the counter, her hair pulled back but strands still falling on her face as she frantically answered the phone and tried to pull something up on her laptop. She smiled at Sam and Bucky and held up a finger, pleading with her eyes. 

“What do you think of that one?” Sam said, pulling Bucky’s attention and pointing to a spaniel in the corner on a pink leash. Bucky shook his head and pulled a face. “Okay, something bigger?” Bucky sighed again, and nodded. “What about that one?” Sam pointed to a dalmatian who was jumping up at one of the workers. One he looked past the dog, Bucky realised that the girl was kinda pretty, smiling at the dog and letting it lick her face affectionately, half-laughing at something one of her co-workers had said to her. 

When Bucky once again shook his head, Sam gave up. The receptionist gave a cough behind them. 

“Did y’all make an appointment?” She asked, her fingers poised and ready to type. 

“It’ll be under Barnes,” Sam answered for Bucky. “We’re looking for a big dog and I looked on the website and-”

“Alright,” the receptionist interrupted, “if you take a seat on the couch over that way I’ll have someone be over with you soon.”

“You looked on the website?” Bucky asked as they turned away and made their way over to the couch. “Is this dog for you or for me?” 

Sam punched his good arm and Bucky rolled his eyes, scanning the couch to find a surface not covered with hair to sit on, unsuccessfully. The whole thing was covered with different coloured fur, creating a strange montage of white, black and brown shades on the bright green of the couch. Sam slumped down in the chair and Bucky took his chance to take a glance back at where the girl with the Dalmatian had been a minute earlier, but she was gone. 

“Hi there!” Bucky turned to see her standing there. The Dalmatian was gone from her side, but she was still brushing her front to try and rid herself of the lingering fur. She smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling as she looked between Bucky and Sam. “Take a seat. My name is Y/N and I’ll be helping you out with finding a dog here today.” She took a seat and pulled a notepad onto her lap. Bucky sat down, feeling Sam’s smug eyes on him but desperately trying to ignore him. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam and we’re here to look for a dog for grandpa Buck over here.” Sam smirked as Bucky shot him a death glare. She turned her attention to Bucky, kindness in her eyes as she looked him up and down. 

“I’m guessing a big dog, right?” She asked. 

“I guess, yeah,” Bucky said, folding his arms over his chest. “And not too young, we don’t really have time to train it properly.”

“Okay no problem,” she nodded, jotting some notes down, “any other preferences?”

“It’s a therapy dog,” Sam said, “so-”

“Sam!”

“No it’s okay,” the girl said, stopping the argument before it could begin, “we actually don’t have any licensed dogs here on site but if it’s just for companionship and comfort then there shouldn’t be any issues.” 

Bucky nodded solemnly. It had been a kick in the teeth when the therapist Sam had forced him to go to had told him that he would need an animal. He’d survived for so long on his own, it felt almost strange to even be with Sam so often. Having to rely on an animal felt like he was losing independence. When he’d told his therapist that she had tried to convince him that having a dog would actually help with his independence, but he wasn’t buying it. 

“Okay,” the girl said, interrupting Bucky’s train of thought, “I’m gonna go and take this list and see if there’s anyone who I think would be a good match for you.” She hesitated for a second, clearly wanting to say something more before deciding against it and turning to go back to her office. 

There was a beat of silence after she left before Sam pounced. 

“She’s...nice.”

“I guess.”

“You like her.” Sam said, unable to stop himself. “She’s cute Barnes, give her your number.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so,” he shook his head. She was too normal, too sweet. He was screwed in the head and she wouldn’t be able to handle it. It was pointless. It was dumb. She probably wasn’t interested. 

“She thought you were cute too, y’know.” Sam sighed, picking up a brochure and beginning to browse, one eye remaining on Bucky as he raised his eyebrow, considering before shaking his head. 

The girl rounded the corner once again, a file in hand and a nervous smile playing on her lips. Bucky tried to match her smile, feign some excitement for her sake at least, but it came out more like a grimace and he decided it best just not to make eye contact and let Sam do the talking. 

“Alright, I have a dog that might be good for you,” she started gently, “he’s a two year old Husky named Loki and he’s honestly such a sweetheart.”

“Loki?” Bucky asked, his brows furrowing. 

“I know, I know, but you can rename him in time and he’s not at all mischievous.” She handed over the file to Bucky. The photo of Loki, all grey and white fur, stared up at him with icy blue eyes. It was a nice looking dog. His previous owners had moved to Europe and couldn’t take him with them so they’d bought him into the shelter just a couple of weeks before. 

He could feel her watching him, leaning forward and trying to hide the way she was nervously picking at her fingers as he examined the sheet. Sam’s eyes were on him too, but he didn’t care much what he thought. 

“Okay,” he huffed, noting the glint in her eyes as she leaned in towards him, “let’s meet him and see what the deal is.” 

She suppressed a squeal and told Bucky and Sam to head down the path towards the meeting area, a closed off space behind the park-like yard that had toys and treats already waiting for them. They stood and waited, the crisp fall sunshine keeping them from getting too cold. 

She knocked before leading Loki into meet them. The dog locked eyes with Bucky, almost pulling her over as he tried to go and meet him. 

“He likes people!” She chuckled, closing the door and letting him off the leash so he could bound over. 

Immediately, the dog nuzzled his head into Bucky’s lap, nudging his head under his metal arm to be pet. Bucky obliged, feeling the dog’s soft fur run through his fingers, privately annoyed at how he knew straight away that his therapist had been right. He looked over to Sam who nodded approvingly, before meeting her eyes. They shone with unshed tears as she smiled at the pair of them. 

“I’ll go out and let you guys get acquainted-”

“No!” Bucky interrupted her, “I mean, he’s obviously comfortable with you here so you really don’t need to. And, y’know,” he cleared his throat, “I, uh… I’m more comfortable with you sticking around for a little bit.” 

A slow grin spread over her face as she joined Bucky and Loki on the floor. Sam stood back, sneakily taking a photo on his phone which he threatened to send to Fury. A long forgotten feeling washed over him. It wasn’t quite happiness, but there was a kind of joy in it, in knowing that there was going to be someone there who needed him that wasn’t an annoying bird-man. Contentment. He was content in this moment, this small world. A pretty girl smiling at him, a dog on his lap. The life he could have had if he hadn’t been drafted. 

“So… what do you think?” She asked him. Loki was lying at his feet, a ball between his paws. She sat beside him, close enough that he could smell the faint traces of her perfume. 

“You said he’d be okay to come on a mission, right?” Bucky asked.

“I’d avoid anything with too many loud noises… but if he was kept somewhere safe he’d be okay to travel.” She shrugged. She leaned forward to put Loki’s leash back on, but her hand brushed his and Bucky felt a shower of goosebumps cover his skin. He turned away, feeling his face flush, only to see Sam’s smug face. 

ASK HER OUT he mouthed. Bucky shook his head. IF YOU DON’T I WILL. Bucky glared at him before turning back to her. 

“If you wanna talk, by the way,” she pulled out Loki’s file and scribbled something down, “here’s my number.” She didn’t meet his gaze, but smiled a little, her fingers messing with Loki’s fur. “Y’know, about dog stuff.”

“I’ll call you,” Bucky replied a little too quickly, “about… dog stuff.” 

“I’ll make sure of it,” Sam nudged him. She blushed a little and nodded, handing Loki’s leash over to Bucky, letting his hand linger before leading them back. 

Bucky looked up at the sky over the dog park, feeling hope fill his chest for the first time in a long time.

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Hot

Summary: Bucky fluff. Being stuck in a room together for so long was never easy, but thinking about the future could often help.

Author’s Note: So… this was started a little before the lockdown but it suddenly seems very relevant. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy! If there’s anything you’d like me to write to pass the time or a challenge I can set to help get you all writing please let me know! - Abby x

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It was hot that day, so hot that a person could smell the rubber of their shoes burning against the concrete they stood on as they walked down the street. It was the kind of hot where the moment sweat dripped from the end of a person’s nose it would begin to evaporate until the drop hit the sidewalk and it would begin to steam like a very tiny geyser. Budapest had been like this for most of the summer, and it was reaching the point where Bucky was finding it unbearable.

The air-conditioner in his shitty apartment was broken, meaning he was left awake, lying there in the morning sun, soaked in his own sweat. She was lying next to him, still asleep. She’d taken off her shorts in a sad attempt to get cooler. They were left at the end of the bed with Bucky’s shirt that he had taken off at an hour he hadn’t bothered to check.

She groaned, rolling over. She went to touch him but recoiled. It was too hot for cuddles, too hot for anything.

“Do you have any ice?” She asked, her voice still croaking with leftovers of sleep that lingered in her throat.

“Ice?” Bucky sighed, getting out of bed and moving towards the brown-stained fridge freezer.

“You’re the winter soldier, aren’t you?” She teased. “Isn’t ice your thing?”

Bucky gave her a glare but pulled a bag of ice out of the freezer, throwing it to her as she grinned. He rolled his eyes and joined her back in bed. She pulled him closer, easily taking her hair tie from around her wrist and pulling Bucky’s sweat covered hair that was on his neck and gently scraping her fingers through until she had formed a bun. She then took an ice cube from the bag and pressed it right up against his cheek, earning a gasp of shock and pleasure from Bucky’s lips.

“That’s not fair!” He said, beginning to laugh and snatching the bag of ice from her hands. He pulled on the front of her shirt and slipped a whole handful of ice cubes down there, making her squeal and pull away from him.

“Now you’re playing dirty.” She said, leaning over to kiss him.

“I can be dirty if you want.” He murmured in her ear. She pushed him away.

“Not now, Buck.” She sighed, getting off the bed. “It’s…too hot. I feel disgusting.” She took a moment to look at him, looking like a kid sitting on the bed with a frown on his face, sulking. “How much longer are we going to be here?”

Bucky shook his head.

They’d been in this apartment for two months now, after spending the spring running around Switzerland and Austria before moving more East. It wasn’t easy either. Bucky’s appearance wasn’t exactly discreet and the pair of them seemed to be continuously menacing to passersby who would give them strange looks as they passed.

If Bucky had been by himself, he was sure it would have been easier. She was the one who made everybody turn around and stare. She had an aura that drew people into her. It wasn’t her fault, Hydra had trained her ever since she was young, she was meant to enticing. It was supposed to be to her advantage for people to want to get closer. It would make it easier for them to let something slip, or for her to take things.

Bucky had been trained differently. He was taught to be discreet, hide away from prying eyes. It made things easier, especially running. She had become more and more impatient the further they ran, and the pressure of the heat acted like a literal boiling pot, sending her over the edge with frustration.

“I know it’s not ideal.” He said, tugging at her shirt again, trying to pull her closer once more. “But it’s not for too much longer now. We’ll be heading up north to Warsaw before you know it.”

“And what’s there? Another crappy apartment where we have to stay cooped up and hidden like birds hiding from predators?” She snapped, taking his hands from her shirt and pushing them away. She wanted to leave or hide but it was useless. She couldn’t leave without Bucky or she would surely be seen by someone from Hydra or Shield, whoever got there first, and neither was good news. Bucky was the reason she’d survived for this long.

“If that’s what it takes to stay safe, then yes.” He replied, not dignifying her with the anger she expected, but instead keeping his voice firm and steady.

She hesitated for a second before asking, “Where do we go from Warsaw?”

“We should be in Minsk by September.” He said, pulling out the map from the bag. The route was marked out in orange highlighter, small red crosses over the places they stopped at, always ready for a fight. On the back was a list of fake names, one for every city since Venice when they realised they had gotten their wires crossed and accidentally been referring to one another by an old name and Hydra had picked up on it. Thankfully they’d escaped, but barely.

“I wish we could go back to Munich. I liked it there.” She muttered, taking a seat next to him once again. His hand rested on her thigh, the metal cool after holding the bag of ice. His touch was comforting despite the cold, and always welcome.

“We can go back, one day.” He murmured into her ear, pulling her in, knowing that she wouldn’t resist him any longer. “And we can do it properly. We can go get pretzels and beers-“

“And go to the pretty castle.” She added, her interest suddenly peaked.

“Whatever you want.” He smiled, his expression softened as he gazed longingly into her eyes. There was something new in his longing though, it wasn’t just for her as it often was but it was a yearning for normality that was added to it. She matched his look and gently kissed him, letting him know that they would get out of this cycle of running soon enough. Everything would be alright again soon.

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Damage Control

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: After the New York attack, Captain America is sent in to try and bring up spirits at the hospital. Unknown to him, there he would meet with a woman who lifts his spirits too.

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written so I figured I’d start with one that’s been in my head for a while with my favourite boy! I hope you all enjoy, don’t be afraid to drop me a request anytime! Always, Abby x

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The New York incident had been manic and Steve was still trying to cope with the amount of damage that had been done. Tony had donated money to all of the hospitals in the area and had suggested that each of the Avengers go and visit some of them.

“People are scared, I’m scared.” Tony chuckled darkly on the phone. “Just throw them a smile and it might help.”

“I’ll take Brooklyn,” Steve said.

“Of course you will.” Tony sighed, his eye roll audible in his tone.

“What? It’s my neighbourhood.” Steve grinned. “Might be nice to walk around there for a while.”

“Oh you won’t be walking,” Tony replied. “You’re too high profile now Rogers, I’ll organise a car to pick you up.”

Steve sighed as Tony hung up, leaving him alone with the monotonous dial tone. He put the phone down and went to open the window, the silence being replaced with the sounds of New York traffic. Coulson had set him up in a small apartment that apparently SHIELD was happy enough to pay for, but it still felt alien to him.

He switched on the TV and stared blankly at the screen, but he was bombarded by the images of the Chitauri figures- films from people’s phones, sketches made by scientists, theories laid out by conspiracy theorists. He turned it back off again and tried the radio, but that was even less successful, the auto-tuned voices doing nothing to calm his thoughts.

A ping went off on his phone, a message from Tony with times that he was expected to visit hospitals. He replied, still slow as he got used to the phone. Anything to help.

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Driving through Brooklyn these days was strange. Everything was..taller and shiner, the roads busier and louder. There were no longer scrappy kids fighting on street corners. His mind flitted to Bucky and Steve forced himself to come back to the present. The car stopped in front of a big brown building with long wide windows. He took a deep breath before stepping out of the car and ready to face those awaiting him inside.

The hospital was more full than Steve had thought. He’d been forced into wearing his full costume, the red, white and blue gleaming in the reflections of the spotless floors. The kids came first, those were easy when they didn’t ask the difficult questions which most of them were too young to do anyway. Smiling for pictures wasn’t too hard of a task, a high-five here and there. And they were all sweet enough. One of them had even tried to give him a teddy bear, something which he graciously accepted.

He was lead around the corner then, to the rooms of those who had been injured in the attacks. Steve stopped, he stared at the floor as he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken. He closed his eyes, his chest ring and falling at the same pace as his heart. He looked down the corridor but it seemed endless. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He could feel the world beginning to spin-

“Are you alright?” A girl came up behind him. She had her leg in a cast up to the knee and a concerned look in her eyes. She came up to Steve, her arm gently reaching out and touching him, slowly but surely bringing him back down to Earth.

“I’m fine.” Steve managed to get out once his breath was back. ¨

“You don’t look fine.” She said, a smirk appearing on her face without the concern leaving her eyes. “Take the mask off, it’s probably not helping.”

Steve nodded and pulled it off, revealing his sticking up hair. The girl stifled a giggle and took the mask from him, examining it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take this off earlier, this thing feels like it would suffocate anyone’s head.” She smiled at him kindly, slipping the fabric into the pocket of her bright red shorts.  “Do you want to come to sit in my room for a while, grab a drink of water or coffee or something?”

Steve nodded, letting her lead him down the hallway and into her room. There was a plush beige armchair next to a bed. There was a vase of flowers with petals that were turning a little brown and there were cards with half-hearted messages from family members on the side table. She grabbed one of the glasses from next to the bed and used the tap in the corner to fill it with cold-ish water.

She made her way over to the bed, heaving her leg into place and attempting to make herself comfortable. She played with the remote for the bed for a moment before making the bed come to sit up.

“Can you grab the end and pull it? Yeah, like that.” She adjusted once more, the bed facing Steve now. “Now we can actually talk.”

Steve tried to smile back, but it felt strained. He couldn’t shake the question from his head.

“Did you get that in the attack?” He blurted out, gesturing awkwardly to her leg.

“Yeah, I did.” She looked down hands, her fingers which wouldn’t seem to stop fiddling with one another. “It wasn’t so bad, just some ship hit my hotel that I was staying at. A piece of rubble fell on it, a couple of shards of glass.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered.

“Don’t be.” She smiled up at him. “You and the rest of the Avengers are basically the reason I didn’t die in that hotel room watching reruns of reality shows.”

Steve snorted a little and smiled to himself. It was the first genuine smile he’d managed all day.

“Do you mind if I come here after I’ve done my rounds?” He asked her.

“Like a date?” Her eyes widened and her mouth stood agape.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” Steve said, his eyes darting to the ground in front of him. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to I totally understand but I just thought maybe-“

“The food here is great by maybe we can order take out?” She smiled.

“I’ll have the driver go get something…. pizza?”

“Pizza sounds great.” She beamed at Steve as he moved her bed back into its original position. “Oh, don’t forget this.” She smiled, handing him the mask from her pocket. Steve took it, pulling it back over his face. The girl gave him a thumbs up which he returned before turning and leaving the room, giving her one last look for courage.

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And They Were Roommates

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The ultimate cliché of there was only one bed... You know how it goes.

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been away for so long guys. Things are wild right now and I’m still trying to write when I can but I’m also trying to improve my writing as much as possible! I’ll be trying to do more soon, I promise. All my love, always -Abby x

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It had been a long day, longer than anyone had expected. It had been a year now since Steve had gone undercover, a year since she agreed to follow him no matter the costs. The fights weren’t any worse than the usual Avengers missions, often they didn’t even come close, but the being on the run was exhausting. For the last three months alone, Sam, Natasha, her and Steve had all been cooped up and sleeping in the back of a food delivery van that Nat had bribed off of some guy in Maine. It wasn’t a particularly small van, and it would’ve been bearable if it weren’t for Sam’s incessant snoring.

That night though, they were finally getting a bed. A real bed. In a real hotel room. It had taken a lot of research to find a place with no CCTV cameras, meaning that it was probably the crappiest and least safe motel in all of America, but she no longer cared. The thought of being able to simply lay down and not worry about Nat’s elbow in her back or her knee digging into Steve sounded like Heaven on Earth.

Sam lead the way into motel check-in wearing the usual and terrible disguise of some glasses and a baseball cap. She had dyed her hair darker and Nat was now bleach blonde. Steve had made an effort too, donning a beard which he hated and constantly scratched. But she liked it. It suited him, especially with the way his hair had been growing. She blushed at the thought, suddenly realizing a bed meant not having him next to her that night. Despite her excitement, his absence made the whole thing bittersweet.

“What do you mean we only have 2 rooms, I specially asked for four rooms.” Sam sighed, his voice edged with frustration. She glanced behind, feeling Steve’s eyes watching the scene and he gave her a questioning look to which she could only reply with a shrug.

Sam continued to talk to the receptionist but with very little luck. Natasha glances back at her from the desk and she nodded, heading outside to tell Steve. The air was warm outside, untainted with air conditioning but instead warm breeze that made her hair move so it tickled the back of her neck.

“It looks like there are only 2 rooms booked. Sam is trying to get more but I highly doubt anything will come of it. Honestly, I don’t mind sleeping in the truck if someone wants a bed to themselves.” She said. She knew that it would probably be Sam getting the bed to himself, but it would also stop him from complaining about sharing for the next 3 weeks.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Steve sighed. “You can bunk with me and we’ll make Sam and Natasha share.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling the blush creep up her neck, “are you sure?”

“I’m not having you sleep out alone in the truck.” He said.

“But wouldn’t it make sense for me and Nat to share?”

“And leave me alone with Sams's snoring?” Steve smiled reassuringly at her. “We’ll make Natasha suffer through that for tonight and give ourselves a break.”

She laughed a little and shrugged as Sam made his way through the door, his face marked with clear annoyance which Nat mirrored behind him. Both slinked past her and Steve, making their way dismissively towards the car to grab their bags. Steve sighed and followed. She waited close to the hotel, laughing as Steve told Sam the arrangement and Sam simply responded by thrusting a hotel key into Steves's chest as he laughed.

“Here,” Nat handed you a rucksack. “So I’m stuck with the one who snores and you get Steve?”

“Not my idea, I promise.” She smiled.

Nat raised her eyebrows, a knowing look in her eyes as the boys finally came back into the light. “I’m sure it wasn’t.”

The hotel room itself was small but warm. There was a lamp on either side of the bed that cast a yellow glow over the whole room. The bed itself was in the middle, facing a TV. The sheets were white and green and the pillows matched, two on either side. Steve had barely walked through the door before she slumped down on the left side, letting the folds of the duvet engulf her as she threw her head down on the pillow. She turned over to see Steve still in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Did you want this side of the bed?” She asked suddenly, realizing that she had been so presumptuous.

“No, it’s all yours, really.” He smiled more warmly at her. She’d dropped her bag on the floor and he picked it up, placing it in wardrobe.

They didn’t speak. They got ready quietly and quickly, brushing teeth and pulling on some form of pajamas or another. For her, it consisted of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Steve, on the other hand, was a classic old man, a red plaid button-down shirt and pants. She couldn’t help but smile slightly at the ensemble, tucking herself beneath the covers. It was cold at first until her body warmed the sheets up. Steve followed her, climbing into bed gingerly. He lay next to her, face upwards and refusing to look at her.

She felt the warmth of embarrassment creep up on her again. It only became worse when she tried to move and her leg brushed up against Steve’s.

“Umm, should we turn the lights out?” She mumbled. She did not look at Steve, but heard the way his head moved against the pillow in what she could only guess was a nod and he leaned over, pulling the tab next to him as she did the same.

The darkness didn’t help the awkwardness. If anything it made it worse. She couldn’t see what she was doing or what he was doing. For a while, they both lay there perfectly still, refusing to move at all. It wasn’t comfortable, and neither of them was sleeping.

“Why are we doing this?” He asked. She heard him roll over to face her. “We’ve slept together in that van hundreds of times now.”

“That doesn’t count.” She replied. “Nat and Sam were there and it wasn’t in bed.” She sighed. “Beds make things weird.”

“Huh.” Steve sighed. “Do you think the other two are having the same dilemma?”

She scoffed, leaning over the pillows. Steve could see her in the tiny bit of light coming from under the door. Her hair was messed up around her face and she had a playful smile on her lips. He raised his hand slowly, gently grazing her lips. Her brow furrowed but she didn’t move away. Steve moved so they were nose to nose, the ridiculous pillow wall proving to be useless. She felt her breath catch in her throat as each of them softly moved forwards, their lips just touching. It was so light it almost couldn’t have happened. She felt herself smile and she knew Steve was doing the same. Each moved together again, this time harder and surer.

The pillows were moved out of the way. He pulled her on top of him and she felt her weight against him.

The moment was pure, it was perfect and all they had dreamed it would be.

Until Sam decided to barge in.

“You two had to have the big room, didn’t you!” He burst in. The light from the hallway flooded the room, illuminating her and Steve in their comprising position. Sam stood in the doorway, slowly but surely coming to terms with what was in front of him.

“Well, shit now I owe Natasha 20 bucks.” He said dejectedly shutting the door and heading back to his room and she and Steve collapsed into a fit of laughter.

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A little throwback to this time last year with the fic I wrote for Steve’s birthday! Happy 4th July guys, I have stuff coming for you soon! Xx

Happy Birthday Cap

Steve Rogers x Reader

Content: Fluff

Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday, and his girlfriend has an extra special surprise in store.

Authors Note: It’s Steve’s 100th birthday today so I was feeling inspired to write a quick drabble for him! Hope you like it! Requests, tag lists and asks open! x

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Music drifted into the bedroom, waking Steve with a soft smile on his face. Her voice carried as she sang along to the tune of Stevie Wonder, only really knowing half of the words and humming the others.

He pulled on some pyjama pants and walked into the kitchen, immediately hit by the delicious scents of breakfast.  She was in her own world for a moment, adding some red and blue sprinkles and lighting the candle on the cupcake in front of her.

She picked it up and turned as though to take it to the bedroom, but Steve was already waiting her, watching her as he leaned across the door frame.

“Happy birthday day to you,” She began singing, presenting him with the cupcake. He blew the candle out and smiled, putting the cake on the counter and taking her in his arms, looking into her eyes, full of love. He planted a kiss on her lips which she returned gladly, wrapping her own arms around his neck.

“What did you wish for?” She asked a smirk crossing her lips as she pulled away from him, just a little.

“Nothing.” Steve replied, shrugging.

“Nothing?” she looked aghast, making Steve laugh.

“Doll, you’re all I’ve ever wanted and more.” He planted another kiss on her lips before she could even reply. “And the bacon’s burning.” He mumbled against her lips, causing her to unwrap her arm from him and push him away to turn her attention to the stove. He chuckled softly and started making coffee, tapping his fingers to the music still coming from the speaker.

When she’d asked him a few weeks ago if there was anything he wanted to do for his birthday, Steve had replied that he just wanted a low-key day, so that’s what she gave him. The Avengers were coming over for dinner, and that was apparently the only celebration Steve needed.  

“Have you given it to him yet?” Nat whispered. Steve was with Tony and Clint on the other side of the room, Bucky and Sam grabbing drinks in the kitchen. Nat was the only one who’d known what Steve was really getting for his birthday.

“I mean I gave him the jumper and the watch, but I’m saving the big surprise for tonight, once everyone’s gone.” She sighed. “What if he-“

“Don’t even go there.” Nat took her hand and squeezed it. “He’s going to be so happy.”

Everyone had left to go to the fireworks, but Steve had only gotten back from a mission the day before and was tired, so they’d decided just to go to the roof to watch them instead. She was wrapped up in a blanket in his arms, sitting and waiting for the action to start.

In her hand she hit a small box. She twisted it around and around in her fingers until eventually she decided she could wait no longer.

“Y’know I actually have one extra present for you.” She said, turning herself around to face him. Steve raised his eyebrows as she presented him with the box.

It was small and almost flat, blue with a white ribbon tied around it. Steve smiled as he took it from her hands.

“You didn’t have to do that, doll.” He kissed her forehead and she watched him, a sudden funny feeling filling her stomach. She touched it absent-mindedly, hoping it would calm the sensation.

Steve pulled the ribbon slowly, unwrapping it carefully. As he lifted the lid of the box, a lump formed in his throat. He picked up the stick inside it, holding it closer to his face, checking if he’d read it correctly.

“Pregnant?” He said, his eyes close to spilling with tears, a smile growing on his lips and she took his hand in both of hers and nodded, pulling it to her now calmed stomach.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Steve.” She smiled, tears falling from her own eyes as she watched him look at her with amazement and adoration.

He pulled her towards him, her legs wrapping around his waist as they sat, holding one another, on the floor.

The fireworks had begun, but the real magic was already right there between them.

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