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Other characters in this chapter: Tony Stark, Edwin Jarvis, Phil Coulson. Warnings: Fluff. Marriage at first sight – literally –, eventual smut, political marriage, set in the 1940’s, more to be added. In my mind, Bucky and Steve are past 6”7’ and reader is around 5″7′ so work with that. History here is a bit confusing, don’t take the story as chronologically right. Angst. WC: 960 words
You were thrilled, very thrilled. Now that the news had sunk, you could barely contain yourself. You wanted to smile all the time, you wanted to tell the world that you were going to be a mother, and Bucky was even more hyped. He’d called Steven the same night you had told him the news and as soon as he was sure the line was safe and fully private, he let out the news that his brother’s baby wouldn’t be the only addition to their family.
After a week, you were ready to tell your father and release an announcement. You would have done it earlier, but you wanted Wanda’s wedding to be in the spotlight, as she deserved it quite much.
You were sat in the room with a smile, side by side with Bucky and waiting for Coulson, Jarvis and your father.
“Now, don’t you look happy?” your old man entered the room with the two of them behind him. “I guess I’m not the only one with news today.”
Other characters in this chapter: Tony Stark, Edwin Jarvis, Phil Coulson. Warnings: Fluff. Marriage at first sight – literally –, eventual smut, political marriage, set in the 1940’s, more to be added. In my mind, Bucky and Steve are past 6”7’ and reader is around 5″7′ so work with that. History here is a bit confusing, don’t take the story as chronologically right. Angst. WC: 960 words
You were thrilled, very thrilled. Now that the news had sunk, you could barely contain yourself. You wanted to smile all the time, you wanted to tell the world that you were going to be a mother, and Bucky was even more hyped. He’d called Steven the same night you had told him the news and as soon as he was sure the line was safe and fully private, he let out the news that his brother’s baby wouldn’t be the only addition to their family.
After a week, you were ready to tell your father and release an announcement. You would have done it earlier, but you wanted Wanda’s wedding to be in the spotlight, as she deserved it quite much.
You were sat in the room with a smile, side by side with Bucky and waiting for Coulson, Jarvis and your father.
“Now, don’t you look happy?” your old man entered the room with the two of them behind him. “I guess I’m not the only one with news today.”
Summary: You and Bucky may no have a lot, but there’s no shortage here for love. Pairing: Bucky x Female@Reader WC: 350 words Warnings: Fluff, set in the 40’s. Songfic.
“Doll?” you heard behind you and the floor squeaked when Bucky entered the bedroom.
“Hey, you,” you smiled openly, throwing your arms around him. “So…”
“I got the job,” he smiled.
You and Bucky were just married and… Well, pretty broke. None of you had a degree besides basic school, and in the middle of the war, there weren’t many things you could do for money. You were studying to be a midwife, but with the little money your parents had to give to you, it was something very slow for you. So, the plan was that the two of your would work in free hours, and when you got your degree and started working in the hospital, the two of you would focus on his time to get a degree.
In theory, it was easy. In practise… Every day was a struggle.
“Yes,” you jumped, excited with the news. “That’s amazing.”
He leant down, kissing your lips softly and quickly.
“I start later today. Just came here to kiss you.”
You nodded, pecking on his lips once again.
“I’ll make your lunch and bring it to you before I start my shift.”
Bucky smiled, but it disappeared from his face quickly while he looked at your face.
“You know, I can go to the army and…”
“No,” you interrupted him. “We’re okay, we’re managing. There’s no need for that.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed. “I mean… Love… We don’t even own a bathroom door.”
“We don’t need one!”
Bucky smirked down at you, not surprised by your words.
You were terrified of the idea of him being a soldier. That was how your father had lost his leg.
“Doll, why are you so against the army? It is heroic and it would be such a help with money and…”
“And you’d be away,” you interrupted him. “Money will not hug me at night, kiss me or love me. It won’t keep you safe.”
He shook his head, but hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.
“Okay, then,” he whispered as you rested your cheek on his chest. “No army.”
Summary: You and Bucky may no have a lot, but there’s no shortage here for love. Pairing: Bucky x Female@Reader WC: 350 words Warnings: Fluff, set in the 40’s. Songfic.
“Doll?” you heard behind you and the floor squeaked when Bucky entered the bedroom.
“Hey, you,” you smiled openly, throwing your arms around him. “So…”
“I got the job,” he smiled.
You and Bucky were just married and… Well, pretty broke. None of you had a degree besides basic school, and in the middle of the war, there weren’t many things you could do for money. You were studying to be a midwife, but with the little money your parents had to give to you, it was something very slow for you. So, the plan was that the two of your would work in free hours, and when you got your degree and started working in the hospital, the two of you would focus on his time to get a degree.
In theory, it was easy. In practise… Every day was a struggle.
“Yes,” you jumped, excited with the news. “That’s amazing.”
He leant down, kissing your lips softly and quickly.
“I start later today. Just came here to kiss you.”
You nodded, pecking on his lips once again.
“I’ll make your lunch and bring it to you before I start my shift.”
Bucky smiled, but it disappeared from his face quickly while he looked at your face.
“You know, I can go to the army and…”
“No,” you interrupted him. “We’re okay, we’re managing. There’s no need for that.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed. “I mean… Love… We don’t even own a bathroom door.”
“We don’t need one!”
Bucky smirked down at you, not surprised by your words.
You were terrified of the idea of him being a soldier. That was how your father had lost his leg.
“Doll, why are you so against the army? It is heroic and it would be such a help with money and…”
“And you’d be away,” you interrupted him. “Money will not hug me at night, kiss me or love me. It won’t keep you safe.”
He shook his head, but hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.
“Okay, then,” he whispered as you rested your cheek on his chest. “No army.”
Summary: You and Bucky may no have a lot, but there’s no shortage here for love. Pairing: Bucky x Female@Reader WC: 350 words Warnings: Fluff, set in the 40’s. Songfic.
“Doll?” you heard behind you and the floor squeaked when Bucky entered the bedroom.
“Hey, you,” you smiled openly, throwing your arms around him. “So…”
“I got the job,” he smiled.
You and Bucky were just married and… Well, pretty broke. None of you had a degree besides basic school, and in the middle of the war, there weren’t many things you could do for money. You were studying to be a midwife, but with the little money your parents had to give to you, it was something very slow for you. So, the plan was that the two of your would work in free hours, and when you got your degree and started working in the hospital, the two of you would focus on his time to get a degree.
In theory, it was easy. In practise… Every day was a struggle.
“Yes,” you jumped, excited with the news. “That’s amazing.”
He leant down, kissing your lips softly and quickly.
“I start later today. Just came here to kiss you.”
You nodded, pecking on his lips once again.
“I’ll make your lunch and bring it to you before I start my shift.”
Bucky smiled, but it disappeared from his face quickly while he looked at your face.
“You know, I can go to the army and…”
“No,” you interrupted him. “We’re okay, we’re managing. There’s no need for that.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed. “I mean… Love… We don’t even own a bathroom door.”
“We don’t need one!”
Bucky smirked down at you, not surprised by your words.
You were terrified of the idea of him being a soldier. That was how your father had lost his leg.
“Doll, why are you so against the army? It is heroic and it would be such a help with money and…”
“And you’d be away,” you interrupted him. “Money will not hug me at night, kiss me or love me. It won’t keep you safe.”
He shook his head, but hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.
“Okay, then,” he whispered as you rested your cheek on his chest. “No army.”
Ygritte: “Men shouldn’t smell sweet like flowers.” Jon: “What’s wrong with flowers?”
Damn right Jon, what’s wrong with flowers?
Look what Jon wants to do for you, Ygritte:
If I could show her Winterfell … give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.
Hell yes boy, you are #winning #at #romance.
AND JON! LOOK WHO WOULD APPRECIATE THAT FLOWER:
“At the Hand’s tourney, don’t you remember? You gave me a rose. A red rose. You threw white roses to the other girls that day.” It made her flush to speak of it. “You said no victory was half as beautiful as me.”
He doesn’t remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn’t remember me or the rose or any of it.
Summary: You and Bucky may no have a lot, but there’s no shortage here for love. Pairing: Bucky x Female@Reader WC: 350 words Warnings: Fluff, set in the 40’s. Songfic.
“Doll?” you heard behind you and the floor squeaked when Bucky entered the bedroom.
“Hey, you,” you smiled openly, throwing your arms around him. “So…”
“I got the job,” he smiled.
You and Bucky were just married and… Well, pretty broke. None of you had a degree besides basic school, and in the middle of the war, there weren’t many things you could do for money. You were studying to be a midwife, but with the little money your parents had to give to you, it was something very slow for you. So, the plan was that the two of your would work in free hours, and when you got your degree and started working in the hospital, the two of you would focus on his time to get a degree.
In theory, it was easy. In practise… Every day was a struggle.
“Yes,” you jumped, excited with the news. “That’s amazing.”
He leant down, kissing your lips softly and quickly.
“I start later today. Just came here to kiss you.”
You nodded, pecking on his lips once again.
“I’ll make your lunch and bring it to you before I start my shift.”
Bucky smiled, but it disappeared from his face quickly while he looked at your face.
“You know, I can go to the army and…”
“No,” you interrupted him. “We’re okay, we’re managing. There’s no need for that.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed. “I mean… Love… We don’t even own a bathroom door.”
“We don’t need one!”
Bucky smirked down at you, not surprised by your words.
You were terrified of the idea of him being a soldier. That was how your father had lost his leg.
“Doll, why are you so against the army? It is heroic and it would be such a help with money and…”
“And you’d be away,” you interrupted him. “Money will not hug me at night, kiss me or love me. It won’t keep you safe.”
He shook his head, but hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.
“Okay, then,” he whispered as you rested your cheek on his chest. “No army.”
