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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 24 days

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Part 31

<Part 30<

All too quickly, your time at the cottage came to an end, and you were back to reality. Not that you hated it. You just didn't like sharing your husband with an entire kingdom.

After a quiet morning with Steve and a somewhat short journey back to Brook, you arrived back at the castle just before lunch. Sarah and your ladies-in-waiting stood on the stone steps, excitedly waiting for your arrival, and to share with you the news of the feast Sarah had organised for that evening to celebrate your marriage. You were thankful for their kindness, but you could tell by Steve's small groan that he was just as disappointed as you not to be spending more time alone with you.

"Do we have to attend?" You asked Steve as you looked at his reflection in the mirror of your dressing table.

Steve smiled to himself as he finished fastening the buttons on his uniform, "I'm afraid we do, sweetheart. With it being a feast in our honour and all." He looked at you and winked, making you roll your eyes playfully at him. Steve chuckled and stood behind you. He gently moved your hair over one shoulder and kissed your shoulder. "I promise, as soon as an acceptable amount of time has passed, we can sneak off together." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you blush and smile.

"Is that all you think about?" You teased making Steve grin.

"It's all you think about." He winked. "C'mon, we're late, and if I know my mother, she'll be send-" And as if on cue, there was a knock on the chambers doors. Steve let out a huff and dropped his head forward, placing his hand on hips. "Sending some for us." He finished his sentence with a chuckle.

You grinned at him. "Are we in trouble?"

Steve shook his head, "No, you're safe..." He winked at you and held his hand out to you. "Shall we, My love."

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The evening slowly dragged on. Once dinner was served and the many, many speeches were given, it was time for the merriment. You were supplied with plenty of wine to drink and plenty of music to dance to, and you weren't short of dance partners either. The moment Steve let you out of his hold, you were swept up by Dum-Dum before being past along to the next knight, then the next.

Steve grinned to himself as he watched you and the men he had fought alongside many times, men he called his friends, even family. As he watched you genuinely smile and laugh along with them, he couldn't help thinking back to her.

She wouldn't dance with his men. She wouldn't even speak to them unless it was to order them around.

He knew he shouldn't be. Not now. Not now that you were his wife, and he was happy. Steve felt his heart twist with pain. He should never have allowed himself to be bullied into marrying her. But perhaps all the pain he endured then was what was needed for the two of you to be happy now.

Natasha appeared by Steve's side and gave his arm an elbow. "I can practically see your brain about to explode." She teased, making Steve roll his eyes. She looked at him in worry, "What is it?"

Steve shook his head, "Nothing."

Natasha rolled her eyes at him, "You're a terrible liar, y'know that?"

Steve chuckled, "And how do you know I'm lying?"

Natasha smiled up at him. "Your wife is my best friend. And she was right about the cute little thing you do just before you lie."

Steve's brow furrowed as Natasha smirked up at him. "I don't do a... cute little thing."

Natasha laughed and patted his upper arm. "Don't worry, I won't tell Bucky... if you tell me what's making, you look constipated."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Now I know Y/n didn't say that."

Natasha laughed, "No... that was, Bucky."

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. "Of course."

Natasha nudged him again, "Well?"

Steve drew in a deep breath and looked back to where you and Bucky were dancing, smiling to himself. "I was thinking about Margaret."

Natasha frowned at him. "What on earth for?"

Steve let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was thinking, although for a long time I blamed myself for her affair and thought I could have been a better husband to her, I

would endure all the heartache again to be where I am now." He smiled as he looked at you.

Natasha nodded slowly. "Since finding out Pierce's involvement in everything and practically using Margaret as a pawn, in this wicked game he and Rumlow are playing, the Princess has started to feel a little sorry for Margaret... even Sharon." Natasha sighed, "She hates them for what they did to you, don't get me wrong, but she can relate to them in a way." She looked up at him. "I know the Princess, and I know she'd really have preferred for no one to have been forced into a marriage they didn't want or to kill anyone they didn't need to... but she also knows that if none of those things happened, then she wouldn't be where she is now." Natasha smiled as she looked over to you and Bucky. "I think it's time we all let go of the past, Steven. And enjoy the future."

Steve nodded. "I couldn't agree more." He turned to her and held his hand out. "Care to join me, Lady Natasha, for a dance?"

Natasha nodded and bowed to him, "Of course, Your Majesty."

You smiled to yourself as you watched Steve and Natasha dancing. "What do you suppose they were talking about?" You asked Bucky as he swung you around.

He looked over and chuckled, "Knowing Tash, she'll be teasing him about his constipated look."

Your eyes widened before you began laughing. "Of course."

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 26 days

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

prompt: after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 5.1k+

note: author wants things out of her drafts! also don't take this fic too seriously, it's not much at all - just me writing for the fuck of it until i'm ready to focus on my bigger projects.

warnings: modern AU, Mafia AU, obvious cursing, small hurt and comfort, brief depiction of physical violence and self-destruction in the form of: loss of appetite, lack of sleep, other symptoms of depression. NOT edited! author is ashamed because she knows she can give you something better but oh well.

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Your feet planted, jarring you to a halt the moment you heard your name in a conversation you were not apart of.

You heard the hammering of your heart, echoing beats of your blood pumping with harrowing desperation. Hands turned cold and clammy, sweat breaking out on your brow and then freezing, feeling as if your throat had swollen to a new restriction and you were anchored in you in place.

Rooted.

But for now, all you could identify was the paralyzing anxiety that anchored you to your spot and made your heartbeat thunder in your ears. You stood outside the lounge, unable to comprehend relevant thought; still listening to low, docile tones continue their conversation, but you couldn't hear real words.

You were stunned. Panicked, confused, hurt - so very hurt. That seemed to register, too; you were really, really hurt.

This was perhaps why curiosity killed the cat.

You reprimanded yourself for listening in - transporting back to childhood during all the times your parents would scold you for eavesdropping. You knew it was wrong, you knew this was a private conversation meant to be shared between trusting confidants, but you couldn't help it - you heard your name and stopped. It was natural, right? To feel curious regarding a conversation seemingly about you that you, yourself, was not apart of?

Curiosity, indeed.

Blinking rapidly, you remembered the only other time you felt such mounting, pressurized fear, and while it might be dramatic, the only other time you could remember this level of anxiety was from about two months ago...

"Yes, baby, I got the bacon."

"And the jalapeños?"

"Uh-huh, the biggest they had."

"Cream cheese?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?" You laughed into the phone. "I'm a professional housewife by now, you can relax. I got all you needed for your fancy little dinner experiment."

Bucky laughed down the phone, "Oh, please, like I didn't see you salivating when we watched the segment on Top Chef."

"Hush," you laughed, too. "I'm leaving the store now," you told him, pushing out of the heavy glass doors, "and should be home in, like, 10 minutes?"

"Lemme pick you up."

"I have legs to walk with, so, no thank you."

He sighed, "Well, I'll open the wine to let it breathe. Red's still good?"

"Let's do a white tonight, please."

"Good deal," he mused softly. "Hey, I was thinking earlier - "

"Hang on," you pleaded.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. There's just a van slowing down, I don't want to get hit," you chuckled some, looking up and down the street before crossing. "Sorry, so, what were you thinking?"

"We haven't been to Paris in months."

You smirked, "I'm sure our plants in the apartment are dead by now."

Bucky laughed, "Oh, I am, too. But, look, how 'bout it, Peach? You, me, all the croissants we can consume this weekend. I'll take Monday and Tuesday off, we can leave tomorrow night."

"Oh, that sounds nice," you moaned. "Paris in the spring? Baby, that's so dreamy!"

"So, is that a yes?"

"It's a hell yes," you grinned. "Do you know the weather?"

"Supposed to be nice and sunny, not too warm or cold. Figured this would be ideal," he chuckled. "But does the weather matter if we're in bed the whole time?"

"No, we're not wasting our time!" You laughed. "We're gonna go do shit, okay? Stereotypical tourist-couple shit."

"I'll bring the camera."

"And I was hoping we could have dinner at that little place we love?"

"I wouldn't take you anywhere else," he mused.

"I think it's - FUCK!" Bucky froze when he heard the screeching of tires; a van coming up to a skidding halt, flurry of voices all yelling but he heard yours clearly. "No, no, no, hey, hey, what the hell's happening? Hey! What's this - hey, hey! Don't touch me! Ow, shit! No! Hey! Fuck's sake - oh, my God! Ow! Hey!"

"Baby!? Peach! Hey! The fuck's going on!?"

There was a thudding over the phone, and Bucky listened to more struggling - more fidgeting and fighting - and then the slamming of a car door. Still calling your name, Bucky heard a scrape over the line before a different voice answered your phone, "James Barnes. On behalf of HYDRA, you're overdue on your payment and we warned you there would be consequences. Deliver the full amount of 17 million - "

"It's 15," he growled.

"Two million more for the inconvenience of stalking your woman."

"If you even so much as touch her, I swear to God - "

"17 million at midnight, at the pier, or every minute you're late, she'll receive the brunt end of our frustration."

"Don't hurt her - "

"Midnight, Mr. Barnes, at the pier - you know where. Don't be late, she looks like she won't last long."

The line went dead after he heard your screech of pain, confusion, and fear. The moment the line cut, he dropped his phone and slowly lowered himself to sit on the kitchen floor, shock coloring his system. It wasn't that he didn't have the money, quite the opposite - but he and his men had a plan in motion to take out HYDRA, their org's competition, and this was totally against all they anticipated. After a minute to sit in his own worry, Bucky jumped to his feet, grabbed his phone, keys, wallet, and two handguns; holstering them both before shrugging his suit jacket on.

He made every phone call he could, gathering the men he trusted most to (one of) his warehouse(s).

For hours, you were strung up by your wrists in a joint-pulling position while the Brooklyn Mafia formulated a plan of attack. It was the most pain you've ever known, but then the abuse started and you were blinded by this new pain. You had bruises most places, cuts that wept blood; scars that would never heal, wounds that wouldn't ever close. You were delirious, miserable, confused, just dazed and confused; praying to a God who didn't listen.

"Oh, look at that," your captor mocked, holding a thick-bladed hunting knife in hand, "it's one minute til midnight, and I don't see your loverboy anywhere."

You sniffled, unable to respond.

He stared out the lone window, tisking and narrating, "Nope, I see not a soul - and with how protective he is over you, you'd think he'd want to ensure your safety. Not leave it to chance, huh?"

You whimpered as the clock struck midnight, your heart hammering in heavy-hung worry. You had tears in your eyes, heart nearly beating out of your chest, feeling incredibly nauseous. The desire to scream never lessened, just fearing what was to come; the men in the room making you fear for the state of your life, their knuckles cracking. You only begged, "Please. Don't."

The main captor laughed, "You can do better than that! C'mon, give me the satisfaction of tellin' ol' James you begged for mercy - but it wasn't enough to sway me. I'll lie, for sure, and say it happened but it will be so much sweeter if you actually do it."

"Please," you shook your head, avoiding eye contact. "Just don't do this, please."

"Oh, honey," he mocked, "it's not our fault he's late. Lads! Have at her, but leave her face for now - she's still real pretty."

You listened as he gave commands in Russian, understanding after the years at Bucky's side; whimpering when the first blow landed to your gut and knocked the wind out of you. The minutes drug by and you felt your resolve crumbling, heart still hammering to a never-before-felt speed that made it feel as if it were jumping out of your very body at every single pulse point. You struggled in your restraints, but it was futile by how tight you were bound; unable to protect yourself.

At 12:03 am, the doors blew open in a resounding blast; concrete crumbling and sprinkling the floor. You cried out as the smoke choked you, coughing through the haze; only barely able to make out certain figures to know Bucky had brought his best men. However, despite the sting to your eyes from the swirling dust and smoke, you saw a lone man stalk through the blasted wall, through the fray, and straight up to you.

"Bu-Bucky!" You choked in relief as he reached to untie your feet first. You dangled for only a moment as his metal prosthetic ripped off whatever held your wrists to the torture contraption. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Bucky, holy shit, baby, please, please, please," you rambled as he freed you and instantly caught you on his broad shoulders.

"I got you, Peach, I'm here, I've got you," he promised in your ear, hoisting your legs around his waist so they latched and then wrapping his arms around you securely. "Don't let go and don't look up, okay? Hear me, Peach?"

You nodded into his neck, only able to cry.

Bucky jolted and jerked slightly as he moved through the fight again, but not a minute later, you were stepping outside into the sobering, brisk spring air. This was the moment you understood how dangerous and fleeting life with Bucky could be, making a promise to yourself that if he says take the car, you'll take the fucking car.

And now, here you were, outside the high-rise apartment's lounge (which was just a converted bedroom), listening to your boyfriend complain about you some 2 months after the whole fiasco. HYDRA had been all but wiped out, and in the weeks since, Bucky's men had gone on smaller missions to eradicate the HYDRA members they heard rumor of being local. Yet you didn't feel safe, yet.

You didn't feel safe if you weren't around Bucky.

Everything made you jump: the beep of the done-dryer, that spritz of the automatic fragrance mister in the bathroom, the "duh-dunnn" of a loaded-up Netflix. Keys jingling, car horns, the barking of the dog in the apartment a floor below you... Everything.

Being around Bucky was just like holding a safety blanket. He would always protect you, and for about a week after your rescue, he laid in bed and around the home with you; being lazy; time off work to simply hold you and assure you were safe. Safe in his arms. Safe in his embrace, his presence.

So now... To hear this... You were devastated.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, it just sort of happened. It was still earlier in the morning, but Bucky hadn't been in bed beside you and based on the feel of the sheets, his body hadn't been there in a while. So, you made some coffee and then ventured around the home in search of your lover; coming upon the lounge and hearing voices from within.

You knew it was common for Steve Rogers and / or Sam Wilson to stay late or visit early, so, you weren't shocked by that, but did falter in announcing yourself when you heard Sam ask how you were doing since the kidnapping. He used your name specifically, making Bucky sigh, and for your curiosity to peak.

"She's different, man."

"How so?" Sam wondered.

"She doesn't like being without me now," he chuckled without humor. "I'm serious, she won't go to the gym until I do, waits to have meals together, won't leave the house if I'm out, and," he scoffed to himself, "you can forget going to the grocery store or anything - she's even stopped going to work - "

"You told her to stop working, like, two years ago when y'all first moved-in together," Sam deadpanned.

"I know," Bucky shrugged, "but it feels tenfold now that she's so reclusive."

"It's normal," Steve sighed gently.

"Yeah? Is it normal that I can't even go take a shit without promising her I'll be right back?" Bucky snapped in exasperation. "It's that bad, she's that fucking clingy, man. I go in the kitchen to make dinner, she's in there 30 seconds later to 'help' me. I take a shower, she finds a reason to linger in the bedroom, but that was better than before, when she wouldn't even shower by herself. It's just a lot, she's everywhere I look. I'm starting to find new reasons not to come home, man, she's always fucking here - and when I walk in the door, she's on me. I need to fucking breathe, but I can't tell her to stop, she'll get her feelings hurt and then I'm the bad guy."

"Man," Steve laughed, "you can't be the bad guy if you go to her in a calm and collected manner, but it's only been two months. She's still recovering."

"Exactly why if I say anything, no matter how calm and collected, I'm the bad guy. I get she's hurting and tryna recover, but Goddamn, does she have to be in every room I'm in? Do everything with me? How do I tell my traumatized girlfriend to back off? Let me breathe?"

Sam laughed, "You don't! You just said it - she's traumatized! Cut the girl some slack, she's got a lot to fuckin' deal with!"

"I'm not negating from that fact," Bucky argued, "I'm just trying to say, the way she's clinging onto me like she can't function without me is just grating at my nerves. I just need to breathe and recharge, but I can't tell her that - fuck's sake."

"Buck," Steve smirked, "you're worried Peach isn't gonna listen, but that's her literal superpower. Just communicate, she can't read your mind, but you need to remember how traumatic all of that was for her to experience - she's scarred from that kidnapping, man. So, sure, you need to recharge, but she needs the support."

"Is it wrong to ask for a day here and there to do that? To recharge?" Bucky asked quietly.

"If you communicate, it's perfectly reasonable to ask for," Sam assured softly. "And whatever you do, don't tell her you think she's clingy. Chicks hate that, that word is, just, like, taboo or something. Real heavy, negative connotations."

"But she is," Bucky growled quietly, "'s like she's afraid to let go 'cause I'll disappear or something."

"Oh, noooo," Sam mocked, "I'm Bucky and my girlfriend loves me too much and trusts me too much and actually feels safe and dependent on me too much - ohhh noooo!"

There was a thump, Sam's cried, "Ow!", and Bucky telling him to shut up. You slowly backed away from the door, trying to settle your breathing as you made your escape down the hall. When back in the kitchen, you whimpered and let the first tears fall... The first of many you shed in the hour it took you to prepare breakfast for everyone; doing your best to eat as you cooked so you didn't have to linger around the men. You took Bucky's words to heart, and maybe you were too sensitive, maybe you should venture outside again.

So, when the lads came out, you set the table without making eye contact with any of them. "Here," you directed, setting the pancakes down, "I made breakfast, come eat, it's still hot."

"Wow," Sam smiled brightly, "thanks, Peach!"

You hummed, still avoiding their eyes as you just set the abundance of food to the table. "You... Cooked without me?" Bucky asked you with skepticism.

"Mhm," you hummed, setting the coffee pot down to a hot pad, "and I'm going out shopping with Nat, so, eat up, lads, I'll do the dishes when I get home. Love you, boys, bye," you waved them off, snatching your keys and then moving to the door to stuff your feet into your sneakers.

"Woah, woah, woah," Bucky left the table, approaching you urgently, "hey, what do you mean? You're goin' out?"

"Yep, figured I've stayed in too long, might as well get out and remember life doesn't stop just 'cause I'm sad."

"Peach - "

"I'll see you when I get home, Buck, okay?" You mumbled, slinging your purse on your shoulder.

"Well, here, here, hey, wait, hang on," he pulled his wallet out, handing you over a wad of big bills. "Spend it all, okay? Have fun, call or text if you need me, yeah?"

"Sure."

Bucky leaned in to kiss you but you just opened the door, ready to leave. He frowned, watching you, barely managing to call a quick, "Love you!"

You didn't return the sentiment, feeling hallow and all too silly to return the affection. In your purse was your laptop, headphones, chargers, and whatever else, so, instead of meeting your friend, Natasha - being just a ruse to avoid Bucky - you started small and just went to the local café. You used to frequent it back in the day, but times were changed, and yet, they were all the happier to serve you the same as before. Getting cozy in the corner, you set up camp and ordered your favorite coffee basically every other hour - letting the day waste away as you caught up on work emails.

Might've wasted time on Instagram and Facebook and Pinterest. Got shopping done on Amazon. Browsed through Target's online selection. Checked out the sale items at Kate Spade. Perused Fenty Lingerie because you could.

Before you knew it, a message was coming in over your MacBook from Bucky, asking where you were - why had you turned your location off?

You packed up and with a to-go cup, made the short trek back home. When you got back, Bucky was pacing in the living room; staring at his phone and typing, then deleting, retyping, groaning, glancing up, typing again, then doing a double take. "Where've you been, Peach? Huh!?" Bucky demanded. "You're late!"

"Out with Nat," you eased.

He huffed through his nose, nodding slowly, "You have a nice time?"

"It was okay," you answered. "I'm gonna go to bed after I shower."

His brows furrowed, "I have a meeting tonight."

"I know."

"O...kay?" He let you go, wanting to ask why you didn't ask him to join like you had so often in the past few weeks.

And it didn't stop there, in fact, it got worse. When Bucky got home from his meeting, he was actually shocked to see you nestled in the bed; teetering on the edge of the shared space while snuggling a weighted body pillow.

When he tried to give you a snuggle, you stirred to life and pushed him back, muttering, "Too hot."

The following morning, he was relatively surprised to see you up and about before him; barely getting a word in before you were slipping out the door to go on a morning jog. He was confused by how all of a sudden, where you were once everywhere he looked, now, you were disappeared and distant and gone. You worked out alone, cooked alone - but always left him a plate, but long gone were the cute little sticky notes you left for him. You once haunted the apartment by never wanting to leave, and now, ghosted in and out of it on a daily basis.

You never bothered to go far from home. You liked hanging at the coffee shop and luckily, your job let you work from home most days, and the rare time you were due back in the office, it was only about a 20 minute walk. You got better at lying, couldn't even remember the last time you and Bucky had sex, and even now, the last time you had a meal together. You didn't text him about your day; where you once might've told him about an adorable dog you saw on the street, now, you only ever texted him if he asked a direct question.

Food lost appeal, your appetite vanished.

Sleep evaded you, plaguing you with nightmares when you did rest.

Interest dulled, passions were snuffed, and only fearful, confused anger remained. It showed in the way weight seemed to shift around your body, thinning; the lack of sleep creating dark rings and bags under your bloodshot eyes.

After two weeks of this, Bucky grew irritated and short with everyone around him. It reflected in his work, the way he spoke to everyone; even Steve and Sam getting the brunt end of his anger. Without you to assure him, Bucky was off his rocker; losing his cool; his patience stretched far too thin. So much so, the two mates approached an outside associate, Natasha Romanoff, after a particularly snappy meeting to plead for her to talk to Bucky.

"James," Nat greeted as she strode into his office without knocking.

"I know you're my oldest friend, but you don't have that privilege yet," he mused, never looking up.

"What?"

"Not knocking. What is it, Nat?"

"Just came to check on you, you know, like friends do."

"Hm," he chuckled without humor, "and what did Peach say to you?"

"About...?"

"Me."

"Nothing, I haven't gotten ahold of her for weeks."

Bucky paused, slowly lifting his head in confusion; brows furrowed and mouth set in a firm, straight line. "What?" He grit.

"Huh?" Nat wondered.

"She's been telling me that she's hanging out with you for the past two weeks," he revealed.

"Nope, not since the incident with HYDRA."

Bucky's (right) flesh hand crushed the pen in his grip, taking a long breath. "All right," he sighed, "so, why come today?"

"What's really going on, Buck?" She worried softly. "Is it really whatever's going on with Peach? You're this pissed off? What'd she even do?"

"She just..." He cut himself off with a long sigh. "It's nothing."

"Bucky," Nat gave a pointed look.

"She's just avoiding me," he muttered. "It's like she's barely home, almost like a ghost."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes, and no," Bucky snipped, rolling his neck out. "I'm just worried about her now, she's never not communicated before."

"Something's bothering her," Nat shrugged. "She probably needs you right now, Buck."

"I can't do it all," he whispered. "I can't be who she wants and run this organization at the same time."

"She doesn't need that, she just needs you to be her partner," Natasha spoke softly. "She needs to feel loved and supported, and surely, she maybe felt weird about whatever you were projecting. Instead of taking it out on your men," she smirked, "why don't you just talk to her? 'Cause I hear you're bein' a more-than-usual asshole lately. You need to ease up or get laid, 'cause you're taking it out on good, loyal men, and that's entirely unfair."

"They can take it."

"Sure, but they shouldn't have to," Nat rolled her eyes. "Look, since you won't answer me, I'm assuming the sour mood is in regard to whatever relationship issues you have right now?"

"Sure," he tossed the pen away, opened a skinny drawer to his right and select an identical one.

"Bucky," she growled.

He sighed, "She's lying to me, Nat. Saying she's with you when she's not... Is this an affair? She's gone all the time now."

"No way," Nat laughed. "Baby girl doesn't have the energy to entertain anyone - let alone two men. You're just the exception."

"Why lie, then?"

"Maybe she didn't want you questioning her..."

"No shit."

"Well, did you get into a fight?"

"No."

"Any reason she doesn't want to be home?"

He shook his head with a sigh, "Not that I know of."

"You had to do something."

"Honest, I haven't. She was being all clingy, but then one day, a switch flipped."

Nat frowned, "You think... Your girlfriend is being clingy... Because she was kidnapped and beaten up... Because of your fucking job... And is probably scared...out of...her mind...? I get that correct?"

Bucky paused for a long moment, muttering, "Oh, my God."

"Yeah, you asshole. Think of it that way! She's afraid!" Natasha snapped. "And probably picked up on your energy, so, she made herself scarce."

"I didn't mean - "

"I don't care, go home, apologize to that sweet angel - she doesn't deserve this."

Bucky paused, "What is 'this' exactly?"

"James. Focus on the present - your woman. Go make this right. We all know you're this big, bad dude - but it's okay to be a little sensitive towards the woman who loves you without condition!"

Bucky relented, figuring the redheaded Russian mobster was right.

The entire drive home, Bucky considered the ways you had changed in the few, short weeks since he vented to Sam and Steve about your clinginess. You didn't take meals with him, didn't cook, work-out, or do anything you used to do together. Sex? Forget it. Dates? Nope. Cuddling? No, you're always 'too hot'. And when he thought about it, he remembers seeing the wads of cash he'd leave for you stuffed in his sock drawer - surely trying to make him think it was just another emergency fund he had hidden. You never spent his money, feeling humiliated by his choice of words.

Clingy...

You didn't text or call him when he was gone, you hadn't even so much as kissed him in what felt like ages... Well, more like you hadn't initiated any kisses...

His heart weighed in his chest as he realized he hadn't even so much as hugged you in days. You were rarely in the apartment together, and when you were, you were just silent and busy with chores. It was as if you operated on the exact opposite schedule as he did, went to new extents to avoid him, and his heart clenched in his chest.

When he got home, you were caught cooking in the kitchen - being obvious that you weren't expecting him. The door slammed and his baritone voice snapped, "Peach!"

You gulped, holding the sauce-covered wooden spoon to your chest. When he rounded around the corner, he found you and slowed down, sighing in relief. "What's wrong?" You worried in a timid tone.

He panted lightly, relaying, "Needed to find you."

"I'm here."

"I know," he relented, charging up to you and engulfing you in a tight, heavy hug. "I needed to talk to you, Peach," he whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"You. You're what's wrong."

"What the fuck does that - "

"No, no," he pulled back to stare down at you fondly, "I don't mean it like that, just that... You're struggling. I can see that. But you're not alone, I'm here with you, and I got a little caught up in my head when I realized someone was so very dependent on me - it fucking scared me. But then... Then you just shut yourself off and hid away from me, and oh, my God, it's so much worse, baby. Don't do that," he breathed, "okay? Don't ever shut me out - don't stop loving me, don't stop talking to me, don't give up on us. I can't read your mind, you can't read mine, it's not an excuse - but we understand better when we trust each other enough to communicate what's required. I'm so sorry I got caught up in myself, I didn't know what you needed - but I'm here now, I'm here - I'm not leaving you."

You collapsed into his chest, taking a shuddering breath.

"Don't ever stop talking to me, Peach," Bucky whispered, kissing the top of your head; keeping you close. "I'm so sorry, baby, if I - "

"If?" You snapped, pulling back to glare at him through your tears. "I heard you, Bucky. I heard you talking to Sam and Steve, and about how clingy I am."

"I was wrong," he insisted. "I was overwhelmed and tired and just stretched thin, the easiest thing to do is attack those closest to me, and that's you. It's not right, it's the worst I could do to you after all you've been through, and I'm so sorry. I was wrong, you're not the person to take this out on - and I'm so sorry, Peach."

You sighed, "I don't mean to be... I don't mean to cling - "

"Nah," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, "you cling as much as you want. Cling as tight as you want, baby, don't let me go. I'm sorry for what I said and the way it made you feel, it was wrong - so fucking wrong of me, and I see that. When you pulled away from me, I just... I couldn't think. It felt so wrong, and I knew it was my fault." He took your face in both palms, promising, "I'm so sorry, Peach."

You shrugged meekly, "It's okay."

"It's not."

"No, but apologizing is a step in the right direction."

He nodded, "What else can I do?"

"Nothing - "

"Peach."

You paused to think, smiling shyly, "Movie night?"

"Whatever my pretty girl wants," he nodded.

"Hmm... Get a bath with me?"

"All right... Sure, okay..."

"And face masks."

He sighed, "Okay."

"And mani-pedis."

"Baby."

"You said you were making it up to me, right?"

He smirked, "That's right... All right, yeah, sure, fine, we can..." He sighed again, "We can do all that, Peach, whatever you want."

"I just want you," you told him softly. "I didn't mean to be so clingy. I was just afraid... I felt afraid everyday, just so very unsure in this life. You're the only thing that makes sense to me, Buck, and when I heard you, I just... I guess I realized how dependent I'd been and wanted to give you space. Last thing I want is to smother you, to drive you away from me."

"Not ever gonna happen," he promised softly. "I just didn't handle it like I should've. I'm sorry, Peach, but I'm here now - for whatever you need. Want me to take a few days off, just be together? I'll arrange it. Want to get away for a bit? We can go."

"I just need you," you whispered. "Only you and I should be okay - I can be okay if I have you, but feeling like I lost you? Even a fraction? Buck... James, it was such a harrowing feeling, I wasn't sure what to do to move forward. So, I think I just panicked, shut down; thought if I could just get back to normal, you'd love me again..."

"I never stopped loving you," he swore, "I just had a bad lapse in my own judgement. Nothing against you, baby. Nothing."

You nodded again, letting him tuck you into his chest; perfectly snug under his chin as he coiled his arms around you. He let out a long sigh, his guilt swelling to new heights, but for that present moment, everything seemed okay.

Felt okay.

Appeared okay.

And you'd both do whatever it took to remain as okay as you possibly could.

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Lovely Bella. Friday night is slowly approaching and your plans for going to that exclusive party just got bombarded with the news of your ex, Lloyd Hansen, being there. Do you:

A) Refuse to go and see his smug face. You stay at home, call your on-and-off hookup Ransom to fuck the thoughts of your ex from your head.

B) Still attend, but you decide to accept Ari's earlier proposition to go together with him. And you spend the evening letting Ari touch and do whatever he wants to you, just to rub it in Lloyd's face.

C) Go, wearing your most scandalous dress - possibly the one Lloyd hates. You get slightly tipsy at the party and dare to tell Lloyd, when he approaches you, that you're over him because poor sex is easy to forget.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but oops! I went ahead and did a full fic. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you Eva for the ask! ❤️

Peepshow

Starring: Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: Lloyd’s forced to watch

Warnings: 18+ Only. No minors. Unprotected Sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Creampie. Oral sex (f receiving). Squirting. Mentions of cheating. Mention of drug use.

Word Count: 2258

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“He hasn’t stopped staring at you since you walked in here.” Ari husks in your ear, his fingers lingering on your throat before tickling along your décolletage. “I don’t blame him. You’re the most beautiful woman in the room.”

You giggle, unsure if it’s the reaction from the edible you and Ari shared before you left, or your ex boyfriend’s eyes burning a hole in your back.

Your heart sank when you received the invitation in the mail, long forgotten since your split with Lloyd. You’d finally gotten rid of the ghosts he’d left behind and this had to show up. Your fingers follow the loops of the font etched into the card stock, your memory going back to the day he convinced you to say yes to his desires.

“I want to show you off,” he purred in your ear while his cock was deep in your belly. “Everyone should see how pretty you are when you cum.”

You’d bought a new dress, and new lingerie to feel sexy in when Lloyd peeled your dress off you. He talked about it for weeks, bringing you out of your shell. The shy girl on the inside tempered, and a goddess took her place. At least that’s how Lloyd made you feel, so confident that just the mere thought of you getting fucked in front of strangers had you cumming on his fingers as the first whispers of filth flowed from his mouth and into your ear.

But that was over with from the second you walked into Lloyd’s penthouse that day. There was no mistaking the sounds of slapping skin and heady moans. Catching Lloyd cheating nearly broke you.

So grabbing your full trash bag in addition to the invitation you huff out of your apartment to take the trash out, crashing right into your neighbor in your haste to toss everything in the dumpster.

“Woah, where you off to in such a hurry?” Ari’s become quite the staple in your life since Lloyd left. From being there to listen to you vent, to being a helping hand when things in your apartment need fixing. He’s become a good friend, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes too. But you’re not ready for another relationship right now. Even if you both enjoy shamelessly flirting with one another.

He notices the crumpled card in your hand, eyes skimming the words before you had a chance to shove it in the bag with the rest of your trash. If he was surprised, he didn’t let it be known.

“Didn’t know you participated in those kind of parties babygirl,” a smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Learn something new every day I guess.”

“I d-don’t, I mean I thought about it. I- ugh.” You stammer, the heat of embarrassment flowing through you. So you tell Ari the story, his eyes focused on you as you give him all the details of your former life with Lloyd. He’s silent for a moment after you finish, mulling his next words over in his mind.

“Well, I’ll go with you if you want, it might be worth going at least once…” he trails off when your eyes go wide. “Or not, it’s up to you.”

So that is how you ended up at this party with Ari in this huge rented mansion dressed to the nines and feeling amazing. Plus, you knew Lloyd would attend with or without you, and it would be gratifying to rub the fact that you’re here with another man in his face, even if you both were trying to convince yourselves you’re here as just friends.

“Have I told you just how gorgeous you look in that dress?” Ari’s voice vibrates against your bare shoulder, his plump lips tickling your skin. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

Goosebumps erupt on your flesh, the pull between you two undeniable. Amid the sea of bodies in various stages of undress and sex, it feels like you and Ari are the only two in the room.

“I’m happy to see you kitten.” Lloyd’s cool tone permeates the bubble you and Ari created. Facing your ex, he undoubtedly still looks good, but as the old saying goes you can dress up a pig, but in the end it’s still a pig.

“What do you want Lloyd?” You snap, immediately cursing yourself. So much for remaining cool and collected when you inevitably ran into him.

“I’m glad I got to see you in this dress tonight,” he looks at you like you’re prey, making a move to get between you and Ari which the latter swiftly blocks. Undeterred, he grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. “You bought this to wear for me, remember?”

“That time has come and gone my guy,” Ari’s large hand pushes Lloyd back, stepping in front of you to block you from his view. “Get lost. She’s done with you.”

“She’s mine.” Lloyd puffs his chest, stepping up to Ari so the men are almost nose to nose. “She’s done when I tell her she’s done.”

Ari chuckles darkly, different from the lighthearted sounds you’re used to. “You lost that privilege when she walked in on you balls deep in someone else. Now, fuck off. The last word is accentuated by Ari pushing Lloyd back a foot, grabbing hold of your hand and leaving him fuming by himself.

“Thank you,” you smile up at the man as he weaves between people, getting you as far away from Lloyd as possible.

“You’re welcome, babygirl,” he returns your smile, dropping your hand and plucking two champagne flutes off a serving tray, handing one to you. “What do you say? Wanna go explore?”

And that’s what you did for the next hour or so. So many different rooms, so much to see. There was one room where a woman was strapped to a bench getting flogged, her ass red. Another room was full of women licking, sucking, and enjoying everything they had to offer. The master bedroom was a full on orgy, with many participants and even more of an audience. It was freeing being around so many uninhibited souls, and you were so turned on your panties were sticking to your cunt.

After exploring every inch of the place, you and Ari find yourselves back in the marble foyer, a few others milling about, but you and he were essentially alone. Your heart pounds in your ears when you lean against a wall, and pull him with you. His lips hover over yours, and you will him to just make the move, but he hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“Please Ari, I need it.”

He crashes his lips to yours, passion igniting between you as you share quite possibly the best kiss of your life. Your tongues dance together, exploring each other for the first time. When it ends Ari takes care to kiss other parts of you, his lips leaving a moist trail along your neck and over the swell of your breasts.

“And I need to see you.” He pants, his thumbs sliding under the spaghetti straps of your dress. You help shake them off your shoulders, and he gently tugs the fabric down exposing your breasts, and tummy. He takes a pause, leaning forward and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Sighing as he blows a stream of cool air over the stiff peak, gasping when he comes back and sinks his teeth in and pulls.

“Can’t forget the other one…” he kisses his way across the valley of your chest, repeating his actions, until you’re mewling, a fresh gush of slick filling your already soaked panties.

Ari works your dress over your hips, the black satin pooling at your feet. Taking a step back he takes you in, his ocean eyes darkening with want as takes in every curve of your figure. You feel exposed the way his gaze studies your body, so much so instinctively you go to cover yourself but he swats your hands away. “Don’t you dare. You’re perfect, and I want to see all of you.

He picks you up and deposits you on nearby credenza, pulling your hips until your ass is to the edge. Your thong is in shreds when he rips it from your body and holding your thighs open wide so he can look at his prize.

“You have such a pretty pussy Babygirl,” Ari growls, practically drooling as he watches your petals glisten with your juices. “I bet she tastes just as good as she looks.”

Ari drops to his knees inhaling your scent before lewdly spitting on your cunt. Gently he spreads your folds, giving himself better access to your clit. You’re aware that a small crowd is starting to form, but your focus is on Ari, you can’t take your eyes off this man who’s about to devour you whole. Ari dives in, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up the cut of you and sucking your clit into his mouth.

The bubble that surrounds you and Ari is back, outside influences fading into the background and it’s only you and him. Wet squelching sounds fill your ears as Ari feasts on your pussy like it’s his last meal. He moves his hands to grip your hips, drawing you in closer. He wants to swallow all you’re offering him.

Two thick fingers slide into your weeping hole, scissoring and working you open. When he curls against your sweet spot a shudder rips through your body. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by hands other than your own, and Ari’s skilled tongue and finger combo is hurtling you to your undoing.

But it’s the eye contact that gives you the extra push. This handsome hunk of a man between your legs is going absolutely feral, eating you with abandon, and keeping his eyes locked with yours the entire time. Paired with his tongue flicking across your clit, and his fingers working over your g-spot, there’s nothing else to do but cum. Your entire body convulses and your eyes roll back in your head, Ari growling when you squirt your release, drenching his beard.

He keeps going, as your body continues to twitch, watching you come out of your post orgasmic haze. You feel like you’re out of your own body, a lazy smile on your face. At some point Ari gave your cunt a break, stripping out of his own clothes, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock that’s rock hard and pulsing in his fist.

“Oh!” You exclaim when he lifts you off the credenza and flips you around, bending you over the furniture and fisting your hair, he wrenches your head back so you’re looking in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of you. You can see Ari of course, and the group of people kissing and touching each other to the show you and Ari are starring in for them. You almost miss him, but the tic in his jaw, and the scowl on his face is unmistakable. Lloyd can’t tear his eyes away from you either.

“Normally, I’d want you to keep your eyes on me babygirl.” Ari’s deep timbre is in your ear again as he slowly slides his cock inside you, bottoming out and hissing when your walls constrict around him. “But I want you to keep your eyes on him. Let him see what he’s missing is now only for me.”

It’s too much, and not enough. Each drag of his Ari’s cock along your walls has a litany of filth spilling from your mouth that would make anyone blush. Ari holds your head steady, so even if you wanted to break eye contact with Lloyd you couldn’t. His expression is hard to read, and you don’t even know if he’s capable of real feelings, but deep down a part of you hopes that he feels just an ounce of the pain you felt when you walked in on him with the other woman.

Ari knows he’s not going to last long, not when your cunt has a stranglehold on his cock. But he’s doing his best to hold back, he doesn’t want to cum until you come apart of his cock. He lifts one of your legs with his free hand, hooking it over his arm. This slight change has him hitting deeper, the head of his cock massaging your inner bundle of nerves and frees up his fingers to rub harsh circles on your bud. The coil within you is tightening, you’re so sensitive you don’t know if you can hang in much longer. Thankfully, you don’t have to.

“Cum Babygirl,” Ari commands. “Cum for me and let him see who you belong to now.”

“Fuck Ari!” You cry out, your release slamming into you. Lloyd’s eyes never waver from yours in the reflection of the mirror as Ari fucks you through your orgasm, before stilling and filling you with his cream. Your body goes lax, and you sag against the credenza, Ari following, his chest pressing against your back as he peppers kisses to the back of your neck. Pulling out of you he brings you with him, his seed running down your inner thighs.

“Do you think he enjoyed the show?” Giggling you turn to face Ari, glancing behind his shoulder you notice most of your audience have moved on, including Lloyd.

“Babygirl, if he didn’t, we’re just gonna have to show him again.”

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Four Weeks of fun!

Ransom Drysdale x Beautiful

Join Ransom and Beautiful on their vacation full of fun, love, and adventures, from Italy to Las Vegas. With no asshole families around, who knows what these two will get up to. Will we see more of Beautiful's wild child side that only Ransom seems to bring out? Will we see more of Ransom's calm and less compulsive behaviour thanks to Beautiful?

This 'mini series' is a collection of oneshots still apart of Always Meant To Be...

The Start

Naples

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Maybe a smut one, vacation in Italy like in Naples. They rented this villa and reader is wearing a really teeny tiny bikini. The rest is up to your imagination

Four weeks of fun: Naples

Ransom Drysdale x beautiful

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, blow job outside, swearing, naked!Ransom

Ransom stood by the pool, looking out at the beautiful view, with a drink in one hand and your hair in the other.

"Fuck," His head fell back as you bobbed your head up and down, swallowing around his cock. "That's it. Good girl." Ransom moaned as you worked him closer to his release. "Fahk, just like that..." Your moaned around him, his salty taste almost sending yourself over the edge as he pushed his hips forwards with your fingers digging into his ass cheeks. "Fuck, baby-" Ransom moaned loudly as he came, spilling himself down your throat.

You pulled off him with a pop and proud smile as Ransom caught his breath. "So, how'd you like the villa?" You asked, getting up off the patio.

Ransom handed you his drink before turning king himself away. "I fucking love the spot we're standing in." He smirked at you as you took a swig of his drink. "Why don't we explore the rest of the place first, then I'll tell you how much I love it." He winked, making you laugh.

"Shouldn't we unpack first?"

Ransom raised his eyebrow at you, "I mean, we can, but I was kinda thinking about eating you out on the balcony before we did." He shrugged and began walking backwards away from you. "Whatever. You decided." He smirked before turning around and walking towards the villa.

"You decide..." You rolled your eyes playfully and followed behind Ransom, "Like I have a choice."

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Most of your first day at the villa was spent exactly how you'd expected it to be with Ransom. Naked and fucking.

Thankfully, by the morning, Ransom was hungry enough to let the two of you put clothes on so you could venture out and find something to eat.

You spent most of the morning eating breakfast, looking around the market and little stores, then grabbing lunch before heading back to the villa.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you returned, which meant it was time to relax by the pool for the rest of the day until dinner.

After putting the groceries away, you went to your room to get changed into a bikini whilst Ransom made some cocktails for the pair of you and headed out to the pool.

Ransom sat down on a sun lounger by the pool, facing the amazing view and for the first time in a long time let out a relaxed sigh. He wasn't used to this, being able to just relax. Sure, he's been on vacation with his friends, but it wasn't exactly relaxing. God knows any time around his family isn't. But with you, he can just take a breath and enjoy-

Ransom's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he choked on his drink, quickly sitting up and putting his drink down before he spilt it.

You looked up from your bag to him from where you were bent over next to your sun lounger and frowned, "You okay, Ran?"

He cleared his throat and nodded. "F-fine," He coughed before sitting up and facing you. "Is that new?" He asked, pointing to your bikini.

You smiled and stood up. "Yep. Like it?" You said as you gave him a spin.

Ransom groaned, biting his bottom lip as he oogled you. Ransom jnew you were wearing a bikini but he hadn't expected you to wear one that was so... fuck, you're ass wasn't even covered. "Do I like it? Beautiful, look at me." He stood up and showed his very obvious tent, making you giggle.

"Ransom, you're always hard." You smiled as you sat down and held the sun tan lotion out to him. "Can you put this on me, please? And no funny business." You smirked to yourself.

Ransom groaned loudly but took the lotion anyway. "Seriously? You want me to be respectful when you're looking like this." He huffed.

"Lotion first, Hugh, then funny business. Do you want sunburn on your ass?" You asked with a raised eyebrow over your shoulder.

Ransom hummed. "Fair point. Although, explaining to my mother why my ass is burnt would be hilarious." He chuckled and started applying the cream to your back. Once he finished, he turned around and laid down on his sun lounger. "My turn." He grinned as he he held the lotion out for you.

"Okay -" You rolled your eyes at him as he laid with his shorts kicked off and his hand wrapped around his hard dick. "You can do that yourself, Hugh. I'm getting in the pool."

Ransom's mouth fell open, "But I'll burn." He pouted as he watched you walk towards the pool.

"Should have thought of that." You said then stuck your tongue out at him.

Ransom growled. You thunk you can tease him? A devious smirk curled at his lips before he jumped up from his lounger and raced towards you.

"Don't even - RANSOM!" You screamed out as he scooped you up into his arms and jumped into the water with you.

He'd pay for it later, but that's what he was counting on. He liked being your bad boy, even on vacation.

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Four weeks of fun: The Start

You should have been feeling excited about jetting off to Italy to start your vacation, and you were, but you were also nervous. Extremely nervous. You weren't exactly the biggest fan of flying.

That's why you were clutching Ransom's hand as the two of you sat together, slowly approaching the airport.

"Hey," Ransom lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "What would you say if I said I want you to wear this over your eyes?" He asked with a playful smile as he held up a silk scarf.

You raised your briws as you looked at it then him. "I'd say, sure, later tonight." You smiled at him, making him grin.

"I don't mean like that," Ransom paused, "But remind me later about it." He winked, making you roll your eyes with a smile. "I have a surprise for you, so put this on until I say you can take it off."

You groaned, "Ran-"

"C'mon, beautiful, it's just a bit of fun." He said as he began to place it in front of you, taking no for an answer.

After a while, the town car you were in came to a stop, and Ransom helped you out. He instructed you to walk forward, keeping a hold of your hand as you did until he told you to stop walking.

"Can I take this off now?" You asked Ransom as you tugged on the scarf that was still covering your eyes.

"Not yet."

You let out a startled yelp as Ransom scooped you up, laughing as you quickly wrapped your arms around his next and held on for dear life.

"Relax, beautiful, I won't drop you." Ransom pressed a kiss to your temple and began to climb up what felt like a set of stairs.

"Why don't I believe you, Drysdale?"

Ransom rolled his eyes even though you couldn't see him. "Behave, or things could change." He teased, giving you a playful jiggle, making you squeal and cling onto him.

Not long after, Ransom came to stop and placed you back onto your feet. You could hear something in the background around you, but only focused on Ransom's hands that gently caressed your hips, sending shivers down your spine.

"Before I let you see, remember, I did this for you, okay?" Ransom whispered against your ear.

"Why does that worry me?" Ransom chuckled and gently pulled the scarf from your eyes. "Surprise." He whispered.

After your eyes had adjusted, your mouth fell open at the sight before you. Words failed you as you took in your surroundings. The small yet beautifully luxurious private jet literally takes your breath away.

Ransom's brow furrowed in worry as he waited for your reaction. "Are you mad?"

You shook your head, "Why would I be?"

"Because you told me not to waste money on a private jet." Ransom said as he moved to stand in front of you.

"And when have you ever done what you've been told to?" You smiled at him playfully.

Ransom rolled his eyes with a huff. "Well, you're wrong."

You furrowed tour brows and wrapped yournarmsmaround hisnl neck. "Is that so?"

Ransom nodded, his hand once again resting on your hips. "I didn't pay for this." He smirked. "It's the company jet." He grinned.

Your eyes widened, "Are you kidding?"

Ransom shook his head. "Harlan suggested we use it after I.., hmm, mentioned something about..." Ransom's cheeks began to blush slightly as he looked down.

"About what?" You asked with a soft smile.

"Well... you," He looked at you, "I know you hate flying, and I thought if we were in more of a private setting then, maybe, I dunno... you'd relax a bit more... or I could distract you." He said the last part with a wiggle of hisneyebrows making you laugh at him.

"Thank you," You leaned up and pressed your lips against his. "Really. I feel less nervous already." You smiled at him, trying not to think about the statistics you looked up online and the fact you are 200 times more likely to die while flying on a private plane than you are while flying on a commercial airliner. You didn't want to ruin Ransom's thoughtful surprise.

"C'mon, let's get a drink... what you having? Coffee?" Ransom asked as he led you over to a small sofa.

Your brow furrowed, "I thought you'd have champagne on ice, Mr Drysdale." You said as you sat down.

Ransom grinned as he walked over to where the little bar sat at the other side of the space. "Dont you worry, beautiful, I have, that's just a little later. I just know how you like a good coffee first." He made you both a coffee before joining you on the sofa. "I had someone collect some sandwiches and cake from that place you like, so we've got breakfast ready to go when you're hungry."

You shook your head with a chuckle. "If you don't start being an asshole to someone soon, I mighty think you're not my Ransom." You teased, making him scoff and roll his eyes.

The sound of someone clearing their throat beside you drew your attention away from Ransom and up to the tall blonde womam, whom you assumed was a part of the cabin crew.

"Good morning, Mr Drysdale. It's good to have you back on board." She smiled at Ransom. "The Captain has informed me that we are almost ready to start our flight."

Ransom nodded, "Glad to hear it." He said, slipping his arm around your shoulders as he sipped his coffee.

The young woman excused herself before walking out of sight.

You looked at Ransom with a knowing smirk. "She's sucked your dick before, hasn't she?"

Ransom smirked into his coffee. "You're words, beautiful, not mine." He winked at you.

"Such a manwhore." You laughed to yourself.

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Sorry for the lack of anything recently. I've not been very well with constant ear infections and colds. When I've been able to, I've been writing, and hopefully soon, I'll have something new to upload for you.

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 30/?

<Part 29<

"I need you to wake-up, My love." Steve whispered, looking down at where you rested your head against his chest, smiling lovingly at you.

The journey to Brook was long, tiring and uncomfortable. Even with a stop off for lunch and to stretch your legs, you still found yourself being lulled to sleep after a few hours as you cuddled up against Steve's warmth. Well, that and because Steve couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not that you were complaining.

You mumbled something incoherent as you snuggled closer to Steve making him chuckle and kissed the top of your head.

"I guess, you don't want my surprise then." He whispered.

You raised your head with a hum, "What surprise?" You asked groggily.

Steve smiled to himself, "Knew that would work." He sat up, untangling himself from you. "C'mon sleepy head. You can go back to sleep soon."

Your brow furrowed as you watched him open the carriage door and get out. "Are we back already?" You asked.

Steve shook his head. "Not quite." He held his hand out and helped you out of the carriage. "This is your surprise." He smiled.

You stood in silence as you looked at the cute (not so) little cottage in front of you that was tucked away behind a wall of trees and rose bushes. It was lit up with an orange glow and smoke pouring out of the chimney, looking warm and cosy.

Steve smiled to himself as he gave you a gentle nudge, encouraging you forward. "I thought this would be a good place for the two of us to hide away for a week or so. Enjoy married life without any worries. Just us." He whispered.

You stepped into the cottage with a grin, "Where are we?"

"Not far from the castle. My hunting cabin isn't far from here."

"It's beautiful... Who does it belong to?" You looked around the place, taking it all in.

Steve smiled as he stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your hips. "You."

You spun around to face Steve with a gasp, "Me?"

Steve nodded. "My father wanted mother to have a quiet place to retreat to if the castle got too much whilst she was carrying me, so he had this place built. Once I was born, it became a place the three of us would use to hide away from the castle..."

Your brow furrowed, "It's not mine then if your father had it built for your mother."

Steve sighed softly, "Sweetheart, it was my mother who gifted it to you... To us. She knows how difficult it can be for a young Princess... She wanted you to have a place that you feel safe in, like she did." He smiled lovingly st ypu as he took yoyr hands in his. "Wha'cha say, happy to spend some time alone with me here, wife?"

You bit you bottom lip and nodded with a giggle, "I certainly am, husband." You wrapped your arms around Steve's neck and kissed him.

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The sound of birds tweeting and the sun leaking through the drapes slowly aroused you from your sleep just enough for you to sense something was happening around you that could only be described as chaos. You could hear voices, shouting and cursing over the top of one another, heavy footsteps stomping back and forth. You let out a tired groan and rolled over in the large empty bed, frowning as you blindly searched for Steve. You opened your eyes and looked around the room, empty. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before climbing out of bed and making your way out of the room, in search of your husband.

The cottage wasn't too big that you'd end up lost like you did on your very first visit to the castle, but there were still plenty of rooms to explore.

You fell in love with the cottage the moment your eyes landed on it. It was much bigger than you first thought, but it still managed to have a cosy feel to it.

The room you and Steve were occupying was larger than the others that filled the cottage. It had a four poster bed at the farthest side of the room, a dressing table and chair against the wall opposite the door, a fireplace opposite the bed, as well as having a small closet attached. There was a smaller room opposite that had been used as Steve's when he was much younger and had been turned back into a nursery for when the time arrived for yours and Steve's children to use. A small water closet sat at the end of the hallway on the left that held a large bathtub (big enough for two) and next door to your room was what had been a study that Steve's father used before Steve had it changed into a miniature library for the two of you to use. That, too, had a fireplace that the two of you could sit in front of. At the other end of the hallway was a door that led into the front of the cottage. The door opened up into the sitting room, a large space that had a couple of armchairs in front of another fireplace as well as a dining table by the window that looked out onto the small garden that was filled with rose bushes and trees. To the right of the sitting room was a joining kitchen, and that was where you found your husband and the chaos.

You watched as Steve, Sam and Bucky coughed, trying to wave smoke away from them as they each yelled over one another.

"What on earth is going on?" You asked with a cough, quickly covering your mouth.

The three of them turned towards you like startled deer, panic in their eyes.

When no one answered, you huffed and folded your arms across your chest. "Well?"

"His fault!" Sam and Bucky said in unison as they pointed at Steve.

Steve glared at them, "Is not."

You rolled your eyes as the three of them began to talk over each other once more. "Enough!" You huffed and made your way over to the large wooden door at the front of the cottage that lead out into the garden, "You're like children... Worse than Morgana." You mumbled.

"What are you doing, My love?" Steve asked as he watched you open the door.

"Letting the smoke out so we don't choke to death." You turned back to the three of them. "Perhaps one of you could open the windows?"

Sam and Bucky quickly and began moving around the cottage. Steve stayed in the same spot with his head lowered, chewing on his bottom lip looking a lot like a child that's about to be scolded.

You smiled to yourself as you walked towards him, reminding yourself to tease him later on about it. "What happened?"

Steve opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Bucky and Sam bet him to it.

"His Majesty, was attempting to cook."

"And like it usually does, it ended in disaster." Bucky shook his head with a huff, "I told him to stay out of the kitchen."

Sam nodded, "But His Majesty knows best." Sam rolled his eyes.

You let out a small giggle as Steve continued to glare at them.

It was true, Steve wasn't the best cook. Any time he attempted cooking, something disastrous happened.

"Boys," You stood in front of Steve and placed a comforting hand on his chest as you faced Bucky and Sam. "Could the two of you fetch some more firewood, please?" You smiled sweetly.

The pair nodded before bowing to you and making their exit.

You cleared your throat before you turned back to face Steve. "So... What happened?"

Steve sighed as he gently placed his hands on your waist and tugged you against his chest. "I wanted to bring you breakfast." He frowned. "I don't know what happened. One minute I had everything set, and the next the pan of water boiled over and-"

"Put the fire out?" You asked already knowing the answer. Steve nodded with a pout. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself cooing at him. How can a man be so soft and adorable, yet feared by so many? You gently cupped his cheeks with your hands and pressed your lips against his softly, letting out a moan as Steve gave your waist a squeeze. "Don't worry about it. It's an easy fix." You smiled at him before slipping out of his arms. "Let's get this cleaned up then we'll cook breakfast together."

Steve raised his eyebrow at you as you began moving things around. "Do you know how to cook?" Steve asked.

You giggled as you looked back at him over your shoulder. "Yes, Steve."

"You do?"

"Don't sound so surprised." You smirked.

"Sorry." Steve blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I just, don't understand how you know?"

"Well, I learnt, Steven." You teased making him roll his eyes.

"I get that smart-ass." He chuckled, coming up beside you. "When?"

"What did you think I did when I wasn't attending sowing circles?"

Steve smiled, "Who taught you?"

"The Castle's cooks." You smiled with a shrug. "Even Dum-Dum taught me how to cook his famous battle stew last year."

Steve's brows raised in surprise just as Sam and Bucky returned. "Dum-Dum gave you his secret recipe?"

"Her Highness cooks it even better than Dum-Dum." Bucky winked at you with a grin making you blush.

Sam nodded and rubbed his belly. "Oh man, what I'd give to have some of that stew."

Steve frowned as he looked at them then at you. "Why have I never tried it?" He pouted.

You turned away from him to hide your smirk before clearing your throat, "You're always busy with meetings when I cook it." You let out a soft sigh.

Steve frowned to himself as he thought back to your visits. He usually did have a few meetings that lasted hours and hours, plenty of time for you to cook Dum-Dum's stew and share it with his men. He can't remember how many times he's found you training with them, even in rain, as you tried to pass the time.

"No matter," You smiled at him. "I'll make it tonight for us all."

Steve chuckled, "Let's focus on breakfast first, love." He kissed your cheek. "Now, tell me what to do."

"Nothing!" Bucky and Sam groaned in unison making Steve glare at them.

You began to laugh, quickly disguising it as a cough and looking away as Steve turned his glare to you. He smiled to himself as he watched you busy yourself before he sent Sam and Bucky another glare.

"Piss off," He mouthed to them, waving his hand around.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head at him as he walked up to you, "What can I do to help, Your Highness?" He asked, sending Steve a wink once you began telling him what to do.

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You giggled as Steve kissed your bare shoulder, working his way up your neck until you were a giggling mess. "Stop it," You tapped his bicep, pushing slightly to get him off you.

Steve pulled back with a grin. "You're just too sweet," He teased before pressing his lips to yours. He rolled over on to his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. Steve panted softly against the top of your head before kissing it. "You know... They won't be here all the time... I promise."

You smiled to yourself, snuggling further into his chest, wrapping your arms tighter around his body as you hiked your leg up over his. "Stop... I had fun today. Besides, I don't mind Bucky and Sam being around."

Steve sighed, "I know you don't... But I wanted it just to be us. I wanted us to have some time together... To get to know each other."

You carefully pushed yourself up so you were looking down at Steve, not care in the world as you let your naked body show as you looked down at your husband lovingly. "We already know each other, darling."

Steve shook his head, "But we're married now..." He smiled as he reached up brushed your hair back as he cupped your cheek. "Things are different."

"How? We're still the same people, Steve."

Steve smiled, "But now I can do this," He gently pulled your face down to his and pressed his lips against yours, easily slipping his tongue past your lips and deepening kiss momentarily before pulling back, "As much as I want." He grinned at you. "As well as other things," He teased.

You lowered your head, trying to hide your face as you blushed. "When you put it like that." You smiled to yourself. "Maybe Bucky and Sam shouldn't be around so much."

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