#and they said fuck you she’s not coming home even with flash gala + 100 pulls + super mukku frenzy

[just-patchy]

I exchanged for the dragon mommy bc i wanted her (predictable) and i forgor there was the gold moon route LMAO

#patchy things #the gacha gods have spoken #and they said fuck you she’s not coming home even with flash gala + 100 pulls + super mukku frenzy #if i had a dollar for each dragon themed chara with black and teal hair that i simped for i’d have 2 dollars #which isn’t much but it’s weird that it happened twice #shd be black hair with teal as chara design accent colours but too lazy to change the tag

[puckngrind]

What’s In A Name: 7 - J. Toews

Chapter 7.

Where we left off: Jon and Bekah were on vacation in Sedona when discussions changed the tone of things.

Warnings: smut, language, mentions of fighting and injury

Word Count: 3,380

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Worlds.

Their worlds collided every single time they were together then life went on as normal. Jon ended up winning Gold at the World Cup of Hockey and the first call was to Bekah.

“I wish you were here for this.” He breathed out upon her answering. She could hear his teammates celebrating in the background.

“Congrats Tae!” Bekah felt guilt of saying no, even with her new passport’s arrival, flood her body in that moment. She had taken most of her vacation time off and his schedule for this tournament was tight. “I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” She bit her lip as she remembers the conversation back in Sedona and could hear Jon’s smile through the phone. Their conversation was light then Jon was getting pulled away.

“I’ll see you in Columbus in a few weeks!” With that he was off. This was the second start of the season Bekah had been talking to Jon, so it was no surprise to her when she didn’t hear much from him during training camp. The team had a rough start and the fight Jon had on the ice against Nashville was proof. Bekah wasn’t sure what to think every time she would see him fight. It was barbaric but yet a turn on. Cursing her body as she sees him swinging at Neal on her screen knowing she wouldn’t see him for another week. She was never a hockey fan but her time at home working on her current project was usually done with Jon’s game as background noise. It became a habit and she didn’t hate it.  Jon secretly relished in the fact that she watched his games.

The following week Jon was in Columbus. And just like every other time, the two spent all of his down time while in town in bed. Even with months between seeing each other, every time they were together it was as if no time was lost. Their bodies didn’t skip a beat when they would meet.  The two had muscle memory for each other. Before Bekah left the next morning Jon pulls her tightly into his chest with a force that was soft but dominate.

“Can we talk about the holidays? Or you coming to Chicago for a weekend? Because, Beks, not seeing you for months and months absolutely kills me.” He admits.

“Like Christmas or Thanksgiving, Tae?” Bekah’s eyebrow and voice question Jon’s.

“Well my Thanksgiving was a few weeks ago.” Jon laughs.

“Oh right, Canadian.” Bekah retorts.

“I meant Christmas, Beks. I have a few days off and my family it coming to Chicago this year.” His fingers lift her chin up to look her in the eyes.

“Oh! Well. Uh...family?” Bekah feels the heat racing to her face.

“I love the way you blush just so you know.” His hand brushes her cheek. “Just think about it. They would love to see you again and of course, I want to see you.” Jon kisses her lips and leaves the conversation open for later.

Thanksgiving morning Bekah’s phone rings super early. She assumed it would be her mom double checking that Bekah had the pies covered for dinner which was really almost lunch. “Mom, I made the pies last night.” Her voice was groggy.

“Bekah, It’s Brynn. Jon got hurt last night. Have you talked to him?” Bekah rubbed her eyes and pulled the phone away from her head. An unknown number called her in the middle of the night and since she only had Jon’s number programmed to ring that late, she missed the call.

“Fuck. What? I... should... is he okay? What time is it in San Jose? Damnit. I didn’t watch because I was baking and fell asleep.” The realization of the unknown setting in.

“All I know is he didn’t come out for the 3rd period and Derek thinks it’s his back but maybe a concussion.” Brynn’s voice was ringing in Bekah’s ear. The two hung up and Bekah paced her bedroom floor then decided to text Jon given the time difference.

“Hey Beks.” She could hear the pain in his voice. He explained the injury told her he was day-to-day and suggested they talk to each other after her family’s holiday festivities. She didn’t know how to take it all in knowing he was across the country hurting. Then when Jon called again to tell her that he was headed back to Chicago and not with the team, Bekah booked a flight and took a cab to his place. She didn’t fully think it through as she leaned against his gate with a dead phone battery and no sign of Jon. She was contemplating walking towards the larger buildings of downtown or even campus when a SUV pulled up. She clutched her bag until Jon’s face was illuminated from the passenger seat and the Blackhawks symbol flashed in the street light as the door swung open.

“What are you doing here and why didn’t you tell me?” Jon tenderly steps out of the car and makes his way to her. Kissing her sweetly cupping her cold cheeks in his warm hands.

“I got worried and I have Monday off plus your voice Jon. Your voice when you told me you were headed back to Chicago said come.” The look of concern written across her face.

“I didn’t ask you to...” Jon’s face contorts knowing he wanted her there but didn’t want to pull her away from her family.

“I wanted to. Can we head in because it’s cold and I’ve been here awhile?” Jon nods and slowly makes his way inside with Bekah at his tail. His injury was bad enough to potentially sit out the next few games she knew it was killing him and she saw the frustration in the way he slept. Before heading to the airport Monday afternoon, Jon asked again about Christmas.

“Could I fly out Christmas evening?” She went to pull him in and stopped when she sees the grimace on his face. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“Yeah, I think that will work. Plus we play a home game on the 27th if you stay that late. You could wear my sweater.” His wink was all she needed. The flight back Bekah took in the short trip and realized in the almost two years of knowing Jon this was the first time they didn’t have sex while in the same city. They made out while watching movies, cooked together, showered together, and slept snuggled into each other. Her focus was being there for him and his injury and less of the sex that seemed to drive most of their shorter trips.  She snuggled up into her sweatshirt trying not to think about what that meant but how she could make sure her Christmas trip was work free.

Christmas came and Bekah was shocked how seamless and not out of place she felt with Jon’s family. Well that was until they spoke French which was frequently and Jon made an effort to switch to English when he noticed Bekah’s face all scrunched up trying to follow. Jon laughed hard when she admitted in bed that night that while she has not a fucking clue what they were saying but she was sure it was about her.

“Not usually Beks. Well some of it was about you.” Jon kisses her and she huffs out with his admission.

“It is damn sexy coming out of your mouth even if it’s frustrating not understanding you.” Bekah runs her finger over his lips and he sucks them into his mouth.

“c'est noté.” Jon whispers. “Noted.”

The next few days were filled with getting to know his family but Jon made sure to sneak out with just Bekah too. The two said their goodbyes with discussions of seeing each other soon then Bekah was back home and back to her routine of life in Columbus.

“See, told ya!” Brynn shouted as Bekah caught up with her friend over wine on New Years Eve. “Name it whatever you two want name it but friend, that all screams girlfriend. Christmas with his family. Romantic stroll in Chicago. Watching another game with the Toews family. G-i-r-l-f-r-i-e-n-d.” Brynn tips her glass towards Bekah.

“We are not doing this again.” Bekah pulls her knees into her chest.

“We aren’t doing this but who is blowing up your phone right now?” Brynn points to the newest text alert.

“Can we just watch the game?” Bekah picks up her phone and flicks a finger at the television.

“Sure your hot ass hockey man is just chilling in his St. Louis hotel room alone texting you while he waits to play in the Winter fucking Classic where we SHOULD be right now... BUT no. I’m sitting here desperate for a tiny glimpse of my husband on the screen because he’s in Minnesota for New Years.” Brynn’s annoyance that Bekah didn’t tell her about the Winter Classic invite until that night was audible in her exhale.

“Rin, I was just with him plus that game is outside, in January.” Bekah looks down at her phone again and shivers thinking of watching hockey outside.

“And you are telling me New Years sex with that man wouldn’t be mind blowing?” Brynn’s eyes flashed to Bekah. “And the Winter Classic outside is kinda the point.”

“Oh! I see Derek!” Bekah points at the screen attempting to distract her bestie.

“Nice try. We don’t have to talk about it for now. When are you seeing each other again?” Brynn chirped.

“I don’t know. He said something about All-Star break but definitely after the season.” Bekah runs her finger over the rim of her wine glass.

“All star break is like your anniversary. What 2 years now?” Counting from the 2015 game on her fingers.

“Cannot have an anniversary when you don’t have a relationship...” Bekah’s voice tapers off.

“For the love of all things, Bekah.” Brynn pokes at her bestie in frustration. “I keep adding to my original list just so you know. ‘Shit that makes this a relationship when the two of you won’t call it what it is’ a growing list by yours truly.” Brynn ticks off her fingers mentally adding to the list.

“Well, All-Star break.  He wants me to come to LA. Some gala before the game. That equals fancy dress Rin. Your girl doesn’t have a fancy dress.” Bekah keeps her eyes on the game and only turns when she realizes Brynn hasn’t responded yet. Her mouth dropped open staring at Bekah. “You okay?” She questions.

“The man wants to take you to the NHL 100 Gala. As his date? We will find you a fancy ass dress Bekah.” Brynn squeals her best friend’s name.

“Is this a big thing?” Bekah feels the lump in her throat.

“Yes. I’m assuming he’s being named one of the top 100 NHL players of the century. It’s a big fucking deal.” Brynn tosses her hands up in the air to exaggerate her point.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t... hmmm.” Bekah eyes Jon’s latest text which have gone from innocent conversation to very much missing her in the course of a few hours.

“Oh you are going!” Brynn almost shouted. “You are definitely going. I’ll request off work FOR you. Here, I’ll do it right fucking now. Ask Jon how many days he plans on sexing you up in SoCal.” Brynn points her finger at the phone again.

“Rin. Did you just?” Bekah just looks at her and back at Jon’s text about FaceTiming later.

“You two are hot for each other and adorable together.” She points to the newest alert. “And damnit have you looked at him? Of course you have. You get that handsome hockey man with the ass everyone is jealous of all to yourself whenever you want it too. Like you could be under him right now instead of sitting on my couch. He clearly thinks the same thing because I’m only assuming he’s sexting by the way your face looks.” Rin sips her wine in satisfaction of reading her best friend’s non-verbals so well.

“I.... uh...”Bekah’s head was spinning.

“You will take off. We will get you one amazing dress that will make that man melt. And you can FaceTime that man when you get home and tell him you are spending those few days in the warmth of Southern California with him before you start other things.” Brynn smile is mischievous as she takes in Bekah’s expression.

Like most trips, Jon met Bekah at the airport in Los Angeles. She was nervous about the events and the inevitable pictures but the way Jon reassured her made it all bearable. She watched him do roundtable discussions with men that the other grown men in the room were drooling over the way she would over a boy-bander in high school. She felt her skin heat up when they walked the red carpet. Jon pulled her close, kissed her temple and whispered, “when we stop just look up at me if you want okay?” She nodded and she did just that. Then she stepped back and admired the way Jon was so easy in front of the camera. He looked back once and she felt his energy radiating through her.

The All-Star game festivities were entertaining. Jon was so relaxed and Bekah felt it. They closed the door of their hotel room after the last event. “Thanks for coming Beks. Being my date. Doing all the standing and waiting things. Looking hot in that dress and my sweater so I could not think straight.” His breath was warm on her neck. His fingers roaming her skin.

“It’s getting easier the more things I do with you.” Bekah admits and moves her head to give Jon more room to suck the sweet spot he knew made her weak.

“Then maybe if we make the playoffs you will come and wear the cute jean jackets the girls have with my name and number on the back?” Jon doesn’t release Bekah from his hold.

“What?” The way Jon was making her feel was clouding Bekah’s head.

“We can talk later.” Jon pulls Bekah’s legs up so her core is pressed against his hard cock. She moans forgetting the need to clear up his statement and wraps her legs around him to move up and down needing more friction. “My girl needs me eh?”

“You are damn sexy in that suit Mr. Toews but I’d like you out of it now.” Bekah bites at his neck.

“You don’t have to ask me twice Beks.” Jon moves and Bekah groans when the pressure is gone. “Oh, my girl REALLY needs me?” Jon laughs and starts discarding both of their clothes. Bekah’s nails scrape down his torso and she drops to her knees. “Beks.” He breathes out and leans into the bed. She licks the pre cum off the head and slowly slides her lips around him. “Fuck.” Jon’s voice catches in his throat. She releases for a moment to look how unglued he was. Always so meticulous but she seemed to have a power over him no one else possessed which sent a current coursing through her body just thinking about it. “Where do you want me Tae?” She kisses under his length and blinks up at him. Jon’s eyes were closed but he blinks them open.

“I want inside you, Beks.” He whispers. She licks from his base to his tip again before moving up his body.

“Oh yeah?” She kisses his lips and feels his tongue asking for permission but she pulls away. He groans out of being denied. “Remember after your cup win when you bent me over the couch?” She smirks at him and runs her finger down his jawline.

“Yeah.” He huffed out. “I was embarrassingly a quick draw.” he looks into Bekah’s eyes and sees a spark. Her eyes flutter towards the couch.

“Wanna bend me over that Tae?” She bites her lip.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Jon stands and walks Bekah backwards until her ass hits the back of the couch. Tenderly he flips her around and she braces herself. Jon slides in slowly and both moan out of the need. His hips work faster slamming into Bekah as she begs for more. The sweat dripping down both of them as Bekah presses herself into each of Jon’s movements. Bekah releases a hand from the death grip on the leather to her clit. “Beks that’s hot. Come on Baby.” Jon grunts feeling his climax coming. Bekah moans out his name and the two hit their highs. Jon doesn’t let up when she releases her hand from herself. He slowly lowers his body on hers kissing between her shoulder blades.

“Well...” Bekah tries to talk but her breath is labored.

“Well that’s what you deserved after my cup win Beks.” This causes both to laugh as Jon moves both of their bodies so she’s pressed against his chest.

“Oh you made up for it, Tae.” Bekah looks up into his brown eyes that are saying more than the words he’s spoken. “Now can we shower and talk about this jacket thing?” Her fingers dance on his collarbone.

“It’s nothing really just the girls get these jackets for playoffs. You would look good in one that’s all.” Jon leads her to the shower.

“Like a WAG thing, Jon?” Bekah asks as the reach the shower.

“Just a you are mine kinda thing.” Jon pulls her under the water spray.

“I’m yours Tae?” Bekah looks up at Jon with the water rolling down his body.

“Yeah Beks. You are mine. You mean more to me than anyone or anything else.” He kisses her hard letting the water run over their connected bodies. “I don’t care who knows it either.” He pulls her up into him and starts to wash them both.

They settled in bed that night and Jon quickly falls asleep from the weekend of events.

“Jon are you awake?” Bekah whispers in the middle of the night.

“No.” He mumbles in her neck.

“Jon, you got a very big award this weekend. Only 100 NHL players past and present got it. That’s big. Like really big.” She leans back a little.

“Is that keeping you up?” Jon kisses her.

“No, well... yes... no. I’m just curious. Are there awards and things I don’t know about? You were sitting with hall of famers and fit right in. That’s a big deal. You are big deal.” Her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ve still never googled me Beks?” Jon’s eyebrow shoots up.

“Well, after googling Blackhawks WAGS and seeing a picture of you with someone else I decided that I’d just learn about you from you.” Bekah admits.

“Well, you know about most of them. Three cups, two Olympic golds, some MVPs and such.” Jon kisses her lips again.

“Wait, you have two Olympic gold medals?” She sits up.

“Yeah. I know you watch the Olympics. I’ve seen your closet.” Jon sits up remembering giving her shit about all the Team USA and Olympic apparel she had. He pulls her into his chest.

“Yeah, but I clearly didn’t realize you were on both Gold winning teams and I didn’t much pay attention to hockey before you.”

Jon laughs, “true.”

“And most don’t have all that?” She questions.

“Well, no, not really.” Jon hesitates. “What’s in your brain Beks?”

“Just trying to process why me, I guess. When you are so... you know, you.” Bekah admits.

“Beks.” Jon whispers. “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and we have the rhythm I’ve never had with anyone else. Plus I kinda love the fact that you don’t care about all the accolades and almost would prefer not to be in the spotlight even though I wish you were by my side for all the work things.” His lips kiss just behind her ear. Both sat in the quiet for a moment.

“Yeah, but our lives are in two different cities, Tae.” Bekah finally lets his words soak in.

“But they don’t have to be, Babe. You could always come to Chicago.” Jon answers simply but what he was saying had real weight to it and they both knew it.

#What's in a name fic #WIAN #Jonathan Toews fic #jonathan toews #j toews fic #tazer me 19 #love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻‍♀️ #happens in the 2016-2017 NHL season

[littlemissmarvelous]

Queen of the Night

I've bandaged your bruises

You've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started

That we'd end up here, here?

But you reach out and touch me

Say my name like a prayer

You giggle as his hands caress your sides as you stitch the gash on his forehead closed. He smiles at your giggle and proceeds to let his hands find your ass.

“Bucky baby I need to fix your stitches and THEN you can touch me however you want. But I really need to focus, love.” You hum.

The mission had been okay, both you and Bucky came out okay besides the cuts and of course his gaping gash on his forehead from a hit to the head. You escaped with a bulletwound to your shoulder but Helen had already taken initiative and began treatment. There was still some pain and blood but with another session and some more stitches you’d be fine. That bulletwound turned out to be exactly why Bucky got his gash. He had been so upset that someone had the audacity to shoot his girl that he saw red and he went in full fight mode. He still won, of course, but not unscathed.

Finally done with the stitches you dab them to wipe away blood and smile. “All done!” He didn’t waste another second before picking you up and taking you to the bed, throwing your body on top of it as you fight giggles. He quickly gets on top of you and grins, his hair surrounding your face like a halo. He blue eyes meet y/e/c and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Your smile, your laugh, your beauty...he thanked god for gracing him with an angel. After all that he is done in his long life, he didn’t think he could ever deserve to be blessed with someone to love him for who he is, but He was proven wrong when he met you.

Who knew you’d end up here? You were the other assassin amongst Natasha who also experienced part of the red room, but had received super serum to make things even more precise and strong. You’d escaped before they could perform the graduation ceremony, and you lived years on your own traveling Europe. That was, until you happened to run into good old Steve Rogers who just so happened to be on the run too. You had thought you were doomed, you had a lot of red in your ledger and didn’t have the standings that Nat did. But instead he saw you fight against an agent and pulled you to the side and asked you to join his group. He promised you protection and a new life, no more hiding when this all blew over. You took the offer no questions asked, a way out is a way out. He guided you to his safe house where a tall dark man stood at the stove, his face going in shock at the sight of a new person.

“Um okay, do you want to explain?” Sam asks.

Steve motions to you and replies, “This is Y/n L/n.”

His spatula drops onto the floor and his jaw drops onto the floors. He quickly undoes to apron he has on and shuts off the stove before standing in front of you. “Holy crap, I’ve heard of you. You caused a lot of problems for me back in the army when you went through our troops like butter in Ukraine. But I have never seen such clean work and absolute stealth before in my life. Not even Bucky or Nat.” His voice is higher with his excitement and his smile is almost taking up his entire face. You blush and shy away at the compliment. You weren’t exactly proud of everything you’ve done but you could admit you were darn good. He holds out his hand for you to shake and you take it. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam.”

You shake his hand softly. “Nice to meet you Sam,” you say and then ask, “who’s Bucky?”

Steve frowns and asks, “ever heard of the winter soldier?” At the mention of that name your hand goes to the sword holsters at your hip and prepare to draw.

“He’s here?! Where?!”

“Uh, here.” You hear behind you and you turn. At the sight of the metal arm your instincts kick in and both swords are drawn and your body is in battle mode.

“Woah, hold it!” Steve steps between the two of you cautiously, though Bucky is just standing there unmoving. “I need you to understand y/n. This is Bucky, he isn’t the winter soldier anymore.”

Your body straightens but you’re still hesistant. “How do you know? He could still be inside him.” You hiss.

Bucky then steps past Steve to address you. “The trigger words still may work but I promise the guy in front of you is just me. James Buchanan Barnes.” You grit your teeth and think to yourself. It was a tough decision but you placed your swords back in their sheaths and stood up straight.

“I am not who i was before either. So I must give you a chance.” You state, your eyes piercing his. Bucky relaxes his face into a smile for which you surprisingly return.

Bucky flashes back to the present, his body still hovering over yours. “Y/n..” he whispered your name almost like a prayer. Your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands are all over then and you both lose yourselves in eachother, passion almost making your blood boil.

All my friends say you're dangerous

But I don't fucking care

“Look y/n, all I am saying is that I completely understand that you’re a badass avenger now, but I just don’t think you’re making a great choice.” Your friend from childhood Amy said, her eyes full of concern.

You frown and ask, “what do you mean?”

“I mean...I mean I think you trusting and dating Bucky is just a really bad idea. He has done some really bad things, especially to your friends.” She admits meekly.

“You know that wasn’t him, Amy. That was the winter soldier, for which isn’t Bucky. Not anymore.” You reply.

“How do you know? What’s to say he won’t go AWOL again? Or kill you in a trance just because you’re in the same bed?”

“Because I trust him! Just like you should trust me!” You stand from the table and glare down at her. It was near betrayal how one of the few closest to you can’t seem to trust you or support your happiness for once. “I think it’s best I get back to the compound now.” You turn to leave only to hear her call after you.

“Don’t blame me if he kills you. And don’t come to me if he hurts you and you don’t have anywhere to go.” You stop in your tracks immediately.

“Do me a favor and delete my number and never contact me again. I’ll make sure to let tony know you aren’t allowed near the tower or compound, and better yet within 1,000 yards away of me.” You sneer and continue your leave.

It hurt but you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t with you completely by your side. You were used to standing on your own anyways.

Cause there's somethin' about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Wearin' your t-shirt, I'm Queen of the night

One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh

And I know it sounds crazy, but babe I am too

I just can't turn my back to you

Bucky knew about your loss of friendship with Amy, and why. He blamed himself and even thought about leaving you but you refused. You spent the entire night proving to him why and how much you belonged with him.

“She’s right you know. One psych break and you could be dead.” He whispers sadly.

“I’m here to stay with you through it all. I trust you, and I trust myself when I say I know you’ll never kill me. You won’t hurt me because I love you, and you love me.” Your lips find his in a blistering kiss full of love and fire. You needed to show him, to make him feel what you held within yourself. Pulling away you whisper, “we are both born from the dark, but we found the light together. I want to stay in the light with you.” He looked into your hope and love filled eyes and couldn’t help but lose himself completely. The warmth and utter devotion you showed him made his eyes well up and his arms pull you even closer to him. This was home for both of you, the sanctity of each other’s arms.

A knock at your door and Steve’s booming voice calling, “Time to go to the gala lovebirds!” Bucky internally groans and his arms pull away from your body.

“Looks like it’s time to get your dress on and get your fine Ass down there doll.” You giggle and kiss him before leaping up and heading to the closet to put on your navy blue gown. The car ride over was calming, and relaxed. His hand was on your thigh, the other on the wheel. You find yourself grinning at him, making him smile in return. “What’s got you so smiley?”

“I’m crazy about you, you know that?” You admit with a small giggle.

His smile turns into a very large grin and his grip on your thigh tightens as he squeezes you softly. “I’m crazy about you too, doll.” Your chest grows warm and your heart flutters as you take in his words. You wonder how you ever thought you were in love with anybody else before.

As soon as you both got back from the tiring gala, you immediately changed into a shirt of Bucky’s and some sleep shorts. You couldn’t help feel like in his shirt, in his clothes, you could take on anything. Survive anything with that piece of him with you. There was no separating you two from now on. Not ever. Not when you were unknowingly (yet) growing this mans child in your belly.

When the night goes quiet

And we're up in your room

And you're kissin' my fingers

And I kiss your tattoos

You lied beneath the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest. It was quiet now, after many rounds of blissful sex you both just held eachother. Your head turns and you kiss the tattoo he got around his scar on his shoulder lovingly. “I love you.” You whisper.

He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers softly as the other plays with the ends of your long hair. “I love you too, y/n. So much.”

I could lay in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

“I just can’t get over it.” You say as you lie next to him on the bed, the warm comforter covering you both.

“You? I think the one more shocked is me, doll. I’m over 100 years old and have a metal arm who used to be a hydra assassin. And I’m about to be a full blown dad. To an actual BABY.”

Your hand goes to grab his metal one in comfort. “You’re going to be an amazing dad babe. I just know it, and our baby will love you and your metal arm. Just like I do.” You then place both of his hands on your growing stomach so he could feel the life they created inside you.

His eyes began to water and a small smile graced his face. “You really think so, y/n? I’m scared.”

You nod and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes baby, I think so. With all of my heart. I’m scared too but I know with you, us together we can accomplish anything. Even parenthood.”

He brings you close and nuzzles into your neck, his head ticking your skin. “Oh doll, please tell me you’ll marry me.”

Your cheeks turned deep red and you can’t help but tear up. “Oh Bucky... are you serious?” He nods and reaches Over to the dresser by the bed to pull out the velvet box. Pulling it open he reveals a rather large diamond ring. “More serious than ever doll. You’re it for me.” He says with a smile. You don’t waste time putting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Sure your hormones were insane because of the baby but there was no refuting that you were absolutely in love with the man next to you that fathered you’re baby.

“Oh god, yes buck I’ll marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times if i could.” You gush, your body wrapped around his. “Just wait until I have this baby and i can fit into my dream dress okay?”

He nods. “Anything for the love of my life. And soon to be other love of my life.” His hand goes to your stomach again and your heart had never felt more complete as he then places the ring on your left hand. You were going to be his queen forever.

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