Tapestry III

tapestry 👑 III

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader speaks up.

Note: Here’s part 3. I’m still going while I can. Fair warning that I work every day given the holiday season and so I’ll do my best to keep up but so far I’m having fun and you all are too. I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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It was a week before your father returned. A gruelling week.

You weren’t surprised to hear of his arrival from another. Nor disappointed that he didn’t call for you immediately. That was your father’s way. He doted on Alice and shunned you. She brought him esteem with her marriage to a duke and you brought him disgrace with your failure to garner even a betrothal. The convent lurked on your horizon.

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The Scoop  —  One Shot

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes laments the fact that every single person he cares about is a dumbass when it comes to their own personal safety. AKA: Bucky Barnes hates every single journalist, newscaster or reporter he’s ever met until you.

Warnings: language, some light smut, canon typical violence. This reader is explicitly a black woman, but I hope other than the brief descriptions of her (and her hair), everyone can enjoy this :)

Words: 13,000

A/N: I’m returning from my complete hiatus to post this because I have zero self-control. But I’ll be gone again for a while— sorry! I hope you enjoy!

Bucky Barnes hates reporters.

Newscasters, journalists, columnists, think piece-writers.

He’s not a fan.

Mostly because they don’t tend to be fans of him, spewing new nonsense every other week about him, he can hardly go to a dollar store without someone making some political statement about it.

Sam told him to ignore it, but it was kind of hard to do that when he was constantly on edge about if a taxi driver was going to throw him out or profusely thank him for his service and invite him to dinner with his whole family. Really, that had happened. Sam has taken pictures, but the haleem and dumpukht had been so good, Bucky had hardly cared.

All of this is to say when he realises the gorgeous brunette in the coffee shop at the bottom of Avengers Tower is a journalist, he bolts before you can even open your pretty lips.

“Hey! Wait! Sergeant—” You’re cut off for a moment as the shop door closes behind him, but he hears the telltale clicking of your shoes on the marble lobby floor moments later as you give chase.

“Sergeant Barnes! Please!” Bucky, unfortunately, has to wait for the elevator to arrive, so at least for another minute, he’s forced to be somewhat near you.

He presses the button at least six times.

“What?” He refrains from growling, and barely passes another glance to you as you catch up.

“I’m a journalist, from—”

“—The New York Times, I know, you have a press badge.” He nods to the laminated employee card on your hip and you look down at it for a moment, before tugging your sweater in vain to cover it up.

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Hehee this is cute

Doll

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary – Pet names can be tricky when you don’t really know someone all that well.  What happens when Bucky’s pet name for you starts to drive you crazy for all the right reasons?

Warnings – Fluff…probably a curse word or two

Word Count – 965

Notes: At the end.

Masterlist

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amazing

MOTHER HUMAN – b.b

yandere! Bucky.

Warnings: torture, experimentation, angst, violence, gore, mentions of racism.

a/n: I don’t know what this is, really. i tried to make the reader as ambiguous as possible.

Civil war doesn’t exist.

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As a child, you’ve always thought that the despair of living could only be portrayed within the gaps of literature. Each printed word, overly saturated on the yellowing pages, running down the page as water from the pipes above tarnished their delicate beauty. You’ve always thought that the monster had been something left for the untouchable parts of your mind, bringing a unique amalgamation of personal and general fear given by the text. What little remains of the dialogue within the books are no longer on the paper, but you’ve engraved it into the back of your head.

You toy with those words when they toy with you.

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Say Thank You X

Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warnings: talk of Stockholm Syndrome and gas lighting tactics. 

Word Count: 3.8k

AN: Whelp this one really got away from me ngl. I had intended to include so much more in this chapter yet all of a sudden I was already at 2.8k and had hardly done anything. I hope it lives up to the hype from last chapter x

I. New York ~ II. Madrid ~ III. The Apartment ~ IV. The Trip ~ V. The Basement ~ VI. The First Lesson ~ VII. The Waiting Game ~ VIII. The First Attempt ~ IX. The Darkness

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

X. The Truth

You felt cold, huddling further into the blankets as Steve started pulling on his clothes, running a shaking hand through his hair, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds. Even with everything that he had done to you, you still wanted to comfort him. Obviously whatever was going on was freaking him out. 

You resisted the part of your brain that craved to get out of bed and wrap your arms around him, trying to calm him down. You hated that he had done this to you, made you feel distressed for him, not only because of him. You watched as he continued to dress, pulling his pants on and then his shirt and shoes before coming back to where you lay on the bed. You watched in trepidation as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping them firmly around your body. Despite how tightly he held you, you could still feel the slight tremble that resonated through his body. Something big was clearly going on. 

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Well, damn.

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