Coloring Book Adventures pt.3
Summary: You and Bucky tell your parents that you have been seeing each other. Once the truth comes out it’s all a domino effect.
WC: 5.6k
Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader 18+
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, curse words, being disowned
A/N: SO FRIGGIN HAPPPY EVERYONE LIKES THE CBA SERIES and the first part got to 1000+?! Ah, please comment and reblog💕 ALSO PLEASE KEEP IN MIND IF YOU ASKED TO A PART OF PERMANENT TAGS BUT WEREN’T ACTIVE, I REMOVED YOU FROM THE LIST🤷🏽♀️ so just catch up and maybe I’ll add you back
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“Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N… Y/N and I would like to tell you something,”
You and Bucky stood hand in hand while your parents stared at you in disapproval.
“And what exactly is that?,” your father set his briefcase on the counter and took his glasses off.
“I uh… well,” you try to get it out but their stares has you trembling.
“Y/N and I have been seeing each other,” Bucky just rips the bandaid off and your mother throws her head back in a scoff.
“I- I don’t think so. We’ve taught Y/N to have high standards when it comes to men,” your mother eyes him up and down and Bucky feels a pang in his chest. He doesn’t let anyone’s words bother him, but he cared about you, meaning he had to get through your parents.
“‘Scuse me?,” he raised a brow.
“We raised Y/N to have better standards. To go for an established man,” Your father backs your mom up and you can feel Bucky’s grip on your hand loosen.
“I think I’m pretty established, especially since I was established enough to bust my ass to make your wants and ideas come to life,” you looked up to see his jaw clenched and your stomach started to hurt from the tension around the topic.
“Please, that language isn’t allowed in this house,” your mother raised her hand, “It’s nothing personal. We would just like for Y/N to not embarrass herself by saying she’s with a simple gardener,” your mother shrugs.
“Simple ga-?,” Bucky scoffed and let go of your hand and you began to worry even more.
“Please understand. I-I like Bucky a lot and he likes me,” you intervene
“Oh please, Y/N. Be realistic,” your mother rolls her eyes and you frowned at her words.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t think I’m likeable?,” you clench your fists and eyed your mother and father.
“Not saying that. I’m saying a man like him can’t like you for nothing more than what’s in between your legs and I’m sure you being the sinful child you are had already given it to him!,”
You gasp at your mother’s words and tears welled in your eyes.
“That’s not true!,” your bottom lip quivered.
“Oh really?,”
“You don’t have to talk to her like she’s a child! She’s a woman who knows close to nothing because you’ve hidden her away from the world! That’s no way to live,”
“And you’re the prime example of your parents being too lenient with you, son,” your father crosses his arms and Bucky really just wants to knock him out.
“I’m- I’m so… so sick and tired of you guys telling what to do! What I can and can’t experience. I’m an adult and if I want to be with Bucky that shouldn’t be a problem!,”
Your parents look at you as if you lost your damn mind. They did not raise you to talk back.
“You’ve lost your got damn mind, girl!,” your mother looks at you like you have nine heads.
Bucky sighs and turns to you and you could tell it wasn’t a good thing, he takes your hand in his and he looks you in your eyes and smiles, you can’t help but smile back, his smile was contagious.
“Babydoll, maybe they’re right. I’m just.. I’m just a dirty old gardener,”
You clench his hand harder and the tears finally fall as you angrily shake your head, “But you’re so much more than that,” your voice was low but your words were loud.
Bucky looks to your parents and saw how theirstance told him that they were not amused. They’d be damned if their daughter was with some white man who just did gardening for a living, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m just gonna go,” he lets go of your hand and begins walking away and your father goes to the door to open it for him, “Yeah I think it’s best if you do,”
But you had other plans. You latched onto his arm and peer up at him through wet eyelashes, “Please don’t go,”
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