#UGH HES PLAYING INTERVALS TEARS MY HAIR OUT

[dinkdonkjoolian]

yk how ppl put subs over like pretty soft music?? well im watching subs and guitaf noodlin slides into my autoplay reccomendation (like it walways does when im in this kind of mood) and like.... could i make my own over top of this??? could i make a sub at a comically low volume and???? combine it with my fsvorite video??? ever of all time????

[razorblade180]

Rosebud prep 8

[Tai’s House]

Today was a special day. Lately Ruby has been having a life’s worth of those. From the excitement of Weiss’s luxurious baby shower, to the knowing what it’s like to not see her own toes. She’s roughly roughly eight months pregnant and has been assaulted with every conceivable thing they pregnancy had to offer. It was very fortunate that not only had she married a patient man. She married one with enough sisters to handle any obstacle. Truly Ruby has lucked out once again. Combat skirts and corsets had been ditched for months and replaced with Tai’s oversized T-shirts and her red sweat pants. It was scary how used she had gotten to do nothing. The thought of weighing herself gave her dread to the point Jaune keeps track of the number without revealing it. Everyday there was pain coursing through her feet and the baby has obviously gotten her high spirits because boy did it kick hard! Ruby loved every moment of it.

Right now the woman sat in one of Maria’s many rocking chairs and enjoyed the fresh autumn air. The sky is painted an intoxicating orange that gave her chills. Her hand on her stomach as she lightly hummed. As much as she loved fairytales, nursery rhymes escaped her mind often. The only song that was constant in her mind was Gold since Yang had lovingly lulled the girl to sleep with it all the time growing up. It would just be another thing to bond over along with being an autumn born child. At this point she was crossing her fingers that this kid would get something from Jaune. Her train of thought was broken the moment her gaze went away from the sky and back to the porch’s other guests.

Ruby:*smiling* You know y’all didn’t have to take time off for me right?

Yang:You are actually insane if you believe for even a second that I am going to be across the world when you go into labor. I will be around for my baby sister giving birth to her baby. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Ruby:Blake can you please tell your future wife that being here for a month is crazy and better spent planning the wedding she’s dreamed of?

Blake:Do you think I would be here if I agreed with you? This baby tops whatever plans we have. Yang has already bought a shirt that says “hot aunt” on the front.

Ruby:I wanna believe you’re joking, but I absolutely know your not.

Weiss:I begged her not to.

Yang:Then she found one in white.

Weiss:Now we match.

Ruby:You didn’t....

Weiss:We both know how I feel about kids. Better believe that shirt is hanging up in a proud spot in my closet.

Blake:If it makes you feel better they also had a black one. We are all still color correct.

Ruby:And I thought Jaune was losing it over this bundle of joy. All of you are no better.

Yang:Where is the baby daddy anyways? I thought he’d never leave your side.

Jaune:*opens door* He hasn’t.

Tai:*walks out with ice tea pitcher* He was just helping me in the kitchen.

Jaune:What did I miss?

Ruby:Yang is replacing you as clinging blonde who loves this baby.

Yang:Oh don’t act like you don’t love it.

The older sister walks over as tea is passed around. She kneels down and gently wraps her arms around Ruby; laying her head on the baby bump and making her little sis giggle.

Yang:Hey there little rascal. Your mother thinks we’re all looney for loving you so much but she’s just playing cool. I can tell out of everyone that she’s thrilled the most. Just wait, I’ll gonna smother you with love the way only an aunt can. This family is pretty noisy but we know you’ll get used to it.

Ruby:Pfft, now I feel bad. I- Yang....?

Yang:Right now the whole family can’t be here but that’s okay. You’re gonna love uncle Ren and auntie Nora. If anyone who’s an expert on kids by now it’s them. Not to mention your great uncle Qrow. He might look grumpy but he’s a big softie. His semblance makes him wary to be around Ruby right now but I’m sure you’ll get along great.

Ruby:Yang....

Yang:Am I forgetting anyone really important? Well there’s-

Ruby:YANG!!

Yang:Huh???

Ruby:I uhhh, I think my water just broke.

Everyone:......

Jaune:.......WHAT!?

Suddenly Ruby hunches over like the wind got knocked out of her. Yang quickly jumps to her feet and is fully alert and caught of gaurd.

Yang:Right now!?

Ruby:Ri....agh! Yeah it’s definitely right now!

Tai:I’ll drive!!!

Blake:I’ll call ahead!!!!

Weiss:I’ll make sure we have everything. This is actually happening!

Jaune:Alright Ruby, up you go. Let’s go have a baby....

Ruby:Ugh, this gonna hurt a lot isn’t it?

xxxx

Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Doctor M:You’re doing great Ruby. Just a little bit more to go I promise!

Ruby:It........really hurts........

She had been screaming for at least half an hour now; not that she could really tell. First it was from the contractions but now came the time to actually push. Desperately she tried to control her breathing as did nothing but focus on the task at hand. Her hair clinged to her forehead that was covered in sweat that coated everywhere. Ruby never felt so tired before. Fighting Salem was ten times easier than this hands down. Once or twice Ruby looked to her right to see Jaune looking at her with nothing but vigor and determination; silently letting her know that he was here and that she could do this. His hand being grabbed like a vice by hers as she nodded. Screw the pain, the sweat, the blinding lights; none of that mattered. She had a job to do and she knew that it’ll be worth it. The only thing that mattered was to-

Doctor M: PUSH!!!!!

Ruby:AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The echoes of scream mightier than a grimm dragon filled the halls off Vale’s hospital. Everyone sat in the waiting room in nail biting anticipation. Few people around them needed to ask what had them so tense. Consciously Yang knew the reason for the screaming yet it didn’t calm her big sister instincts as she paced around the tile floor. Each scream making her flinch hard. She doesn’t think she ever heard Ruby in such pain. Blake saw her partner gradually start to unravel bit by bit and took her hand in reassurance.

Blake:She’ll be alright.

Yang:I know but.....

Tai:Trust me when I say Summer screamed louder. I know Jaune must be scared to death right now.

Blake:My mom apparently sounded like some primal beast with me. I hope I don’t sound too bad.

Yang:....

Blake:What?

Yang:You....want kids? *blushing*

Blake:Yeah. Wait, do you not?

Yang:Oh I want kids we just never really mentioned it before. That’s just...phew, anyone else light headed?

Weiss:Yang please go sit down and I’ll go get you some water.

Yang:*sits* Thank you.

The Heiress wonders off at brisk speed. I’m truth, Weiss also really couldn’t take hearing the screams of her partner happen in intervals. She was granted a reprieve however since the vending machine was a few floors down; the sounds being almost like whispers. The glare from the setting sun hurt her stress filled eyes to the point she wanted to cover the window in solid ice. Two water bottles finally came out and Weiss immediately put one of them on her forehead with her eyes closed.

Weiss:(Ruby I love you pieces but you’re making my head pound)

Thump Thump Thump....

Weiss:*opens eyes* That...that wasn’t my head.

Thump Thump Thump....

The noise continues in random succession as Weiss confusingly walks around the area until it eventually gets louder. Her head turns to see a door completely on the the other end slightly jiggle in beat of the thumping with a nurse by it. The blue sign next to it quickly told her what room it was.

Weiss:The restroom???

xxxx

Doctor M: Alright Ruby, just give me one more big push. You’re in the home stretch.

Ruby: huff...Sweatie..?huff

Jaune:I’m here. *tighting grip*

Ruby:I know. *smirks* Ready to lose our bet?

Jaune:*smiles* Only one way to find out.

Doctor M:All set!?

Ruby:Bring it on.

Doctor M:One three then. One...Two...THREE!!!

Call it her second, conviction, you can call it the absolute power of the Gods and women itself. Regardless of the label, Ruby Rose summoned every once of strength she had left to push as hard as she could; a kind of strength that she didn’t even know was possible at all let alone something she could possess. With it came a scream but from the pain. It was resolve. Love. Soon the screamed was met another that silenced hers. It was small yet so mighty that Ruby couldn’t help but succumb to tears. She wasn’t the only one. Jaune braced his arm against her hospital bed while his right hand covered his mouth; tears forming as easily as rain.

The doctor grinned at both of them as she held the source of the small scream wrapped up in a blanket in her arms. All Ruby could do is put her hands out in an eager and tired attempt to hold finally see her baby; the doctor didn’t make her wait a second longer and put it gently in her arms. Time felt like it stopped; reality slipping away. The only thing that remained was her, Jaune, and the new addition to their life. Her finger brushing a head of black and faded red hair out of the way to reveal eyes that dazzled like the moon; like hers. Ruby slowly pulled it closer to her chest to embrace tiny warmth further. Jaune reached out to cradled the both of them and doing his best not to fall apart.

Jaune:Doctor, can you do the honors?

Doctor M:Congratulations to your healthy baby boy.

Ruby:A boy. Jaune we have a beautiful baby boy. *sniffling*

Doctor M:Looks like someone needs to be fitted for a dress.

Jaune:Wouldn’t be the first time. I’d lose a thousand times over for this moment.

Tai:Oh my goodness...

The new parents look up to see Tai, Yang, and Blake crowding the doorway in awe. Ruby waves them in one by one happily seeing their face light up as they get closer.

Ruby:Hey you guys. Come meet the newest member of the group. Dustin Arc Rose.

Tai:I’m a grandpa.....*tearing up*

Blake:He is gorgeous.

Yang:How are you feeling?

Ruby:Like I fought a hundred battles in a row. Jaune I have no idea how your mother did this eight time. Arc’s really are a sturdy bunch.

Jaune:Trust and believe that no one knows what makes her such a trooper but hey, you’re one too now. Is there anything the number one huntress can’t do?

Ruby:Not as long as she has you. All of you.

Yang:Can I hold him please?

Doctor M:Hold up. As much as I love creating beautiful moments, still have a job to do which ruins them. I gotta clean the little guy off properly and make sure he’s actually all ready to go. Those screams where a good sign and if he’s anything like his parents then this won’t take too long. Ruby I hate to be a mood killer but....

Reluctantly she handed over her baby and received a wink from the doctor as she exited the room. She already missed him but was immediately surrounded by family smiles. Tai handed her another well deserved pillow for his daughter. Adrenaline and holding Dustin was all that kept her body from instant fatigue black out but now it was trying to catch her. Sleep never sounded so good.

Jaune:You okay there Rubes?

Ruby:You think the doctor would be upset if you used your aura to give me a pick me up?

Jaune:I feel like this type of tired is above my threshold.

Tai:If you’re anything like your mother then you’ll bounce back better than ever.

Ruby:Hehe, looks like I’m getting cooler from here on out.

Yang:That’s nothing new. Just rest up, you can have my water whenever Wei-Oh my god Weiss missed all of this because of me!!!!

Ruby:I was wondering where she was.

Blake:She’s going to be so livid.

Yang:Wh...who knows? Maybe she will be completely calm about the whole thing?

Weiss:*runs in* H E Y ! ! ! Tell me I’m not late!?

Yang:Ahh! I’m sorry! We already saw the baby and he’s adorable! He’ll be back in a few minutes with- *turns around*

Yang’s words got caught in her throat as she saw the shaken expression on Weiss’s face. Urgency filled the shorter girls eyes but that’s not what stunned th room. Weiss’s clothes, they were covered in blood. The Two more sets of footsteps come from behind her. One was a trembling nurse who was also covered in blood as she supported a body around her shoulder. The person was bleeding from their torso and looked half dead; their head hanging and in ruined surgical attire. The room went pale and stomachs dropped when they saw person raise their head with fading eyes. It was doctor Michaels.

Doctor Michaels:Tr.....p tr...a..p

Tears ran down her face before her body went limp. The nurse layed her on the ground and was about to rush in to grab tools but immediately stopped at the sight of the doctors face. She gone. Ruby felt completely numb. If this was the doctor....

Jaune:EVERYBODY FAN OUT!!!

Ruby watched Jaune and her team dash out the room immediately and slpit off; busting open Every single door they came across. Tai took the nurses hand and guided her and the doctor to Ruby before heading out the door way.

Tai:Lock this door and call the authorities immediately!

Ruby:D...dad? W....where’s my baby?

He watched tears form in Ruby’s eyes. What could he say? What do you say? His hands clenched tightly before running off and joining the search. Time was everything. The nurse immediately closed the door and followed Tai’s instruction. Ruby reached for the bed rail to pull herself up but her arm went limp in a second. Making her fall back against the pillow. She tried again but the outcome was the same. Not even her legs would respond properly as she desperately tried to move before the nurse restrained her so she didn’t injure herself. Giving birth had taken to much energy. Ruby was a sitting duck.

Ruby:Let me go!!! I gotta find my son!

Nurse:You are in no condition to move! Right now you’re-

knock knock knock

Both of them shifted attention to the door. There wasn’t anymore knocking. Instead the door handle slowly grew brighter and brighter until it melted off completely. That was all Ruby needed to immediately feel terror and rage grip her soul. The nurse reached for phone but was immediately struck with glass right through her stomach through the newly made hole. She didn’t feel pain at first; just overwhelming heat ripping through her body as the door opened. Revealing Ruby’s fear complete with an old outfit she hadn’t seen since she was fifteen.

Cinder:Helpless. That’s what you were going to say right?

xxxx

Yang and Jaune raced down the hall in full force. She recklessly swung open every door to her right and knocked into people while Jaune did the same one the left. Nothing. With each failure they got faster and faster as they raced up the stairs to the higher floors. Yang grabbed her scroll to call Weiss and Blake who where going down.

Yang:Please tell me you found him!

Blake:Not yet!

Weiss:Damnit!!! There’s too many rooms and people!

Jaune:KEEP LOOKING! They couldn’t have-

Yang:THERE!

His eyes shifted to see the “Doctor” standing in the elevator holding the baby; his baby. The person locked eyes with the bonds as they struggled to reach the kidnapper before the doors closed. Unfortunately it was in vain. Halfway way there they watched the door closed on a sadistic smirk but that’s not all. Yang’s eyes went deep red watching the set of emerald eyes turn pink and brown. With one powerful step she lunged over all the people and pried the doors open to see the elevator car going up fast. If wasn’t for the baby she would’ve snapped the cable right then and there.

Yang:IT’S FUCKING NEO!!!

Blake:What!!!

Weiss:Does that mean Cinder is here?

Yang:She’s heading to the roof!

Tai:Damnit all! I’m heading back to Ruby!

Blake:You’ll need back up. I’ll head back too. Everyone else go to the roof.

Yang:Okay. Jaune let’s-

He was already moving towards the staircase. His aura washed over his body in a divine white and pushed his body beyond its normal limits. Increasing his speed dramatically. Yang followed his lead by jumping of the railing and propelling herself upwards like a rocket with her arm.

A few floors down, Weiss smashed a window and jumped out. She waved her left hand to form a glyph platform then made a line of them running along the entire building. She ran up towards the top while Blake stopped at the floor Tai was on and continued back to Ruby’s room. This was beyond bad; they were completely blindsided. Worst of all, it had been in a hospital. They were weaponless.

xxxx

Cinder:Surprised to see me little Rose? Well, I guess you’re not that little anymore now are you? You seemed to surprised to see me. I guess that makes since; it’s been a few years since our last encounter. Longer since you seen me in this.

Ruby:Cinder. I....I spared your life....

Cinder:Bet your regretting that decision now aren’t you?

The nurse tried to move until the blood in her veins lit up along with the shard in her. Bringing the woman to her knees and hacking like a feral animal. Ruby leaned forward before the weight of Cinder’s grimm arm pressed her back down. The nails slightly digging into her neck. Ruby’s eyes lit up dimly before fading and draining away what little energy she had.

Cinder:I wouldn’t try to move. It’ll only get worse.

Ruby:Leave her alone Cinder or-

Cinder:Or what? Silver eye blast? You can’t even sit up. Kids really are the death of us huh? It’s almost sad really.

Ruby:If you want me then fine. Just....cough let everyone else go.

Cinder:Pfft, typical. Always trying to play the hero. Always thinking your above others; stronger than them.

Ruby:You’re deranged.

Cinder:And you are pathetic. Brain dead even. Are all honest souls like this or just you? I wonder how that kid is the same? Or at least, would he have been? Given the chance to grow up.

Ruby couldn’t do anything but listen as Cinder laughed at her. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. Grabbing Cinder’s wrist weakly in desperation and despair.

Cinder:That’s what I wanted to see. How long has it been? Since you’ve felt so powerless.

Ruby:Please.......

Cinder:Hmm?

Ruby:If you want me dead then just do it already but please......leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with this!

Cinder:*grabs harder* He has everything to do with this. Listen closely, I’m not gonna kill you. That doesn’t settle what you did to me. After all you didn’t kill me. No, you killed my dreams; my perception this world. You made me realize I wasn’t as strong as I thought. Because of you and your friends my dreams of ruling under Salem and being on top are history. Now it’s your turn for dreams to die. I’m killing your happy ending and the best part is it’s all because you had to take the moral high ground. Reap what you sow right? Eye for an eye. Speaking of which, I guess I have a two brand new ones. You think his left or right eyes would look best on me.

Ruby:I’m going to kill you....

Cinder:Little late don’t you think? Maybe in your dreams.

Monstrous fingers squeezed tighter until Ruby’s vision went blurry. Seconds passed until she blacked out; never standing a chance. Cinder stared at her work. Even the sight of Ruby knocked out and still crying made her furious but she kept composure then left the room. She didn’t get one step in before Tai and Blake turned the corner to see her leaving the room. Both of them rushed her instinct but wasn’t expecting Cinder to yank the nurse out the room and throwing her towards them. The glass glew brighter than ever until bursting into flames and spreading it throughout the hall. The nurse screamed before turning into ash and distracting the pair. By the time they got through the flames, Cinder had vanished. Tai immediately ran into the room to check on Ruby.

Tai:She’s breathing but roughed up!

Blake:Guys we saw Cinder but she got away! Did you get Dustin!?

......

Blake:Yang!? Weiss!? Jaune!? Someone answer me!!

xxxx

They didn’t feel tired or scared or anything for that matter. The three of them just simply ran and ran and didn’t once stop. Never stumbling. Never losing sight of their goal. All at once they arrived at their destination. Weiss over the edege if the building, Yang through the door to the room, and was immediately followed by Jaune. The trio locking eyes on Neo and closing in around her with arms stretched out. Just to be met the sound and sight of shattering glass the moment they can in contact. Their surroundings crumbled like their resolve. It was only them on the roof; staring at a helicopter fly away into the dreadful sunset and out of their reach in silence. Yang’s mouth open in an attempt to scream but was stopped by Weiss grabbing the girls hand. The fiery rage died painfully the moment she turned towards her. Weiss’s other hand was clinging to Jaune’s as the man dropped to the ground shaking in uncontrollably. The aura around him dying down to a complete stop; revealing tears running down his face.

Only one person should be screaming but he didn’t. He just watched. Yang’s red eyes turned back to normal and bent down towards Jaune with Weiss. The two women put their arms around him and held tightly. Finally he broke the silence; Wailing and screaming at the world for doing this to him. To Ruby. All while Weiss and Yang sunk into the shared sorrow. Tears staining Jaune’s shirt, but they never screamed. Only one person should be screaming right now. The man who just lost his son.

Part 7

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Best AU Part 2: The Pining Awakens

This is a fanfiction written with the permission of @spookyboywhump and @ihaventwritteninsolong. This chapter features Allen’s characters Wren and Zander, with plenty of references to Edwin’s character Cathal.

Wrote this pure, unadulterated fluff to help get out of the writing block I got driven into near the end of May. A nice, happy palate cleanser if you will. Linked here is the previous part to this with proper explanation as to what’s going on with this universe lol.

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Zander hadn’t moved from his one spot on the couch since he’d come in some twenty minutes earlier. At first, Wren thought he might have just been in a mood. He got quiet like that sometimes after a particularly bad day... would sit on the couch, curled up as he broke down slowly, and Wren could only hope Zander would open up and talk a little so he could help.

But today was different. He’d been curled up, staring intently at his phone, typing and scrolling at odd intervals. A vaguely frustrated expression was set into his face, but there was something softer behind it. Slowly, carefully, Wren walked over from the kitchen and sat on a chair across from the couch.

Zander didn’t even look up.

“Soo… how was your day?” Wren asked softly, and Zander jerked in surprise. It was like he hadn’t even noticed his presence. 

“Mmh, good,” he hummed, and Wren had to hold back a smile at his transparency. 

“Anything... particularly good happen?”

“No.” Zander bit back a guilty smirk, but he saw the beginnings of it on his face. As he stood from his chair, Wren was sure he’d never heard a worse lie in his life. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m guessing there’s also no reason you’ve had your nose buried in your phone since the minute you got here?”

Zander sighed heavily, breath hitching with barely contained laughter, clicking off his phone and shooting a tired glance at Wren. The shorter man had the height advantage for once, and walked over to stand above Zander as he curled further back into the couch. He had his hands on his hips and the smarmiest grin plastered on his face.

“C’mon. What’s their name, Zander?”

“Huh? Whose name?” he asked, still feigning ignorance.

“The cute person you met today and can’t stop thinking about, obviously.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Zander said quickly, almost too quietly for Wren to hear.

“And I don’t know your phone password so I can catch you off guard and verify my theory,” he smiled, and his friend sighed. They’d played that game before, and Zander had always lost in the end. He could change the passcode or leave entirely, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle at this point.

“So~” he sing-songed, “What’s their name?”

“I dunno, I didn’t catch it,” Zander shrugged.

Wren gave him a pointed glare.

“Cathal.”

The glare intensified.

“Ugh, Cathal Weber. That’s his full name. Happy now?”

“Very,” Wren grinned devilishly, flopping on the couch next to him and snuggling up close so he could stare at the glowing phone screen. It was open to the Instagram search bar, no results showing. “Did you find all his social media accounts yet?”

“Literally the opposite,” he groaned, “Sir Cute Hot Chocolate Man has apparently never seen a computer in his life.”

“So you met him at work, then,” Wren declared.

“Ugh, yes. And before you yell at me, he was new, and I did ask for his last name even though I didn’t need it,” he muttered. 

“Zander…” he adopted a serious expression, voice heavy with false concern, “you can’t keep doing this...”

“Fuck you, I do what I want.” Zander grabbed a pillow and swung it weakly at him as the younger man snickered.

“Alright, so tell me more about this Cathal “Hot Chocolate Hottie” Weber,” he mimed quotes with his fingers, and Zander went red.

“Hey, don’t call him that!” he pouted indignantly.

“Oh right, I forgot. The cute nicknames are just for you lovebirds,” Wren teased.

“I just met him!”

“And look at the mess he’s made of you already…”

“I’m perfectly put together and can absolutely banish his glorious fucking face from my mind whenever I want to, thank you very much!” Zander shouted, face almost completely red at that point.

Wren let the silence hang in the air for a few seconds.

“So.”

“So, what?” Zander crossed his arms.

“You have a lot to say right now and you’re not letting it out.”

“Maybe.” Wren raised a brow, waiting for him to go on. “Okay! So, imagine the hottest, most angelic human being you’ve ever seen, then-”

“Zander, you lost me already.”

“Aghhhhh, are you seriously gonna make me describe him?”

“Listen, unless you want me to picture a person on fire every time you call this boy hot because that’s all the word hot means to me, then I’m gonna need some words to go off of,” Wren said, waving his hands animatedly as he spoke.

“Alright. Imagine this boy; he’s only a little shorter than me-”

“Aw come on, not another giant in the family!” he whined.

“Do you want to hear or not?!”

“Oh no, go on, go on. I’ll be crying in Short over here.” Wren sank back into the couch, and Zander sighed heavily before he spoke again. 

“...okay. A little shorter than me, and cute kinda wavy hair that just looked really soft. It was sort of blond-ish, but a little sandier? Hard to describe, but he had the most breathtaking blue eyes and wore this apron in the same color that really brought them out...” he trailed off, expression dreamy and caught up in the memory of Cathal.

“Sorry, apron? You didn’t say he was a new coworker, unless...”

“No, he works at that flower shop down the street. Sunflora.”

“I still can’t believe they named it after a Pokémon,” Wren laughed. “But cute boy? Likes flowers? I can telepathically sense that he’s a twink? Might as well have taken a boy and printed ‘Zander’s type’ on his forehead.”

“Oh my god, Wren, shut up. You can’t just break into my mind to get a look at the hot guy, that’s a breach of privacy.”

“Hot, shmot. I wouldn’t waste my mind reading powers on that,” he waved a dismissive hand. “Now tell me about his alluring personality.” Wren wiggled his eyebrows jokingly and Zander rolled his eyes.

“Well, okay first off, he was super polite and nice, and he did the cutest thing where he forgot he was wearing his work name tag, right? And I felt really bad for reading his name off of it at the time and I think it freaked him out a bit, but it was really charming how genuine he was too you know? And then he ordered his hot chocolate with marshmallows, and that was just- really fucking cool of him. Like, could you ever get the courage, as a full grown adult, to ask for marshmallows in your drink and not immediately feel like someone’s gonna look down on you?”

“Zander, I still get carded for buying wine at the grocery store. I’ve transcended embarrassment and risen into a plane of pure indifference.”

“Okay, well that doesn’t apply to you. But still, even just working at a flower shop? Screw gender roles and societal norms and all that, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t gonna be climbing out of the woodwork to drag you for being a man who dares to get anywhere near flowers. I just- He had the most beautiful laugh. And he was wearing the cutest sweater too, with a collared shirt under it in these nice pastel colors and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more confident and fucking badass than that…” Zander trailed off, tears glistening in his eyes.

“...you need a minute?”

“No, no I’m good I just-” Zander sat up, wiping at his eyes, but when Wren wrapped him up in a hug he fell apart completely. “Wren… oh, Wren, he’s fucking incredible…” He tucked his head in the crook of Wren’s neck, arms shaking and eyes glassy, “...and I know he’s never gonna like me back, or I might never see him again, but I’m never gonna forget him for as long as I live…”

“Woah, hey, slow down,” Wren said, rubbing circles into his back absentmindedly. “You can’t just make assumptions like that before you know more. We’ve talked about this.”

“But every time, I swear, all the pretty guys are straight, and all the nice girls are gay, and if they aren’t any of those then they’re aro, or they’re taken…” he rested his full weight against Wren, who laid down sideways with a small ‘oof’, wrapping his arms tighter around his friend.

“Let me ask you a question then. How much time did it take him to say a word when he first stepped up to the counter?” 

“Well… probably thirty seconds at least? But that was definitely my fault for tripping over my line, and then that whole name thing…”

“Mmhmm, right,” Wren nodded, “I’m only gonna take your first sentence into account there. So when he did speak, how much did he trip over his words?”

“Oh, a lot actually, but I think he just had a stutter.”

“Okay, fair,” he conceded, “different question then. What was he staring at when he wasn’t talking?”

“Uhhhh…” Zander trailed off, trying to remember. “I don’t know, he kinda looked around in front of him without moving his head very much, like he was lost?”

“That’s called ‘checking you out,’ dumbass. He’s definitely into you.”

Zander made an unbelieving ‘hmph’ sound and wrapped himself tighter around Wren, making sure to move further to the side so he didn’t suffocate him. 

“Alright, you gotta move though so I can cook-” he started, but cut himself off when Zander looked up, his dark eyes silently pleading. “-but on second thought, I’m really hungry for pizza tonight. Wanna order out?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Zander sighed, tucking his head back down as Wren dug out his phone and dialed their favorite restaurant. He was silent then, except for a quick whispered reminder to request an extra turn in the oven so their pizza would still be nice and crispy when it arrived.

They were quiet for a long while after that, and by the time the doorbell rang Zander’s breathing had evened out and he slept peacefully, still holding on to Wren.

Bonus: here are the only notes I made before writing this chapter.

“Plans: hmm wren. Then they get to cuddle because allen can’t fucking stop me. But wren is still being petty because i love him“

and that’s the tea, really.

[lifblogs]

Title: Just For a Moment

Summary: Anne struggles to get through the day; with her eating disorders, her depression, her post-traumatic stress, and her personality disorder trying to hold her down.

Word Count: 1870

A/N: I would love, love, love to put a keep reading, but my laptop is a useless creation of science, so that won’t be possible. Just going to tag it as #long post.

WARNINGS: eating disorder mentions, self-harm mentions, minor self-harm, suicidal thoughts, violent thoughts, violent urges, implied miscarriage, unhealthy behavior

oOoOo

Anne has the urge to swear when she hears her alarm go off, but she’s too tired for her lips to move. She rolls over, the warmth and fur of her cat resting against her head. He grunts in protest and whacks her with his tail. Reaching around, Anne finally finds her phone, and taps mindlessly at the screen till the alarm stops.

She drops the phone on the floor.

Finally.

Now her cat is up. His name is Loki, but she’s taken to calling him Little Prince — it’s what he responds to at dinner time. Little Prince is pacing in circles about the pillow he’s claimed, legs and feet carelessly bumping into Anne’s head. He meows, voice a yell.

“Hi, Little Prince,” Anne mutters, though she doesn’t want to take the energy to get up.

Little Prince settles down, meowing, and cooing, and purring, and he gives Anne kisses that leave her cheeks wet.

She still considers drifting off to sleep.

But she has classes today: physics, calculus, Chinese, a bit of English, and then there’s work. Ugh. Recently she got swindled by her newest client, but she’ll still get over a hundred bucks out of them, so she’ll finish the job and fucking move on.

Thinking about it makes her want to stay in bed. There’s a heavy, dark feeling in her chest.

She thinks about physics. She’s no good at it.

Calculus? Too hard.

Chinese. Her family tells her to drop it and that the world won’t give a shit.

English. She took it because it was easy.

It would be easier to stay in bed all day. Much easier. Anne could just lie there, and sleep, or read, maybe play some games on her phone. She can just stay there with Little Prince all day.

The more she thinks about it, and the more hurt by the world she feels, this idea really begins to sink in. She wouldn’t have to stop her crying about derivatives and intervals, and she wouldn’t have to sit there with the same damn thermodynamics problem about ice, and she wouldn’t have to stop getting confused by the differences of mā, má, mǎ, and mà. And she wouldn’t have to read that stupid article about publishing sectors.

Anne could close her door. Ignore her family. Her head tells her to break all ties with them, to yell that she hates them.

Does she?

Her head says yes, yes, yes.

But it just hurts and feels so wrong.

At least in bed she wouldn’t go to her brother and say something stupid. At least in bed she wouldn’t be doing any serious harm to herself, right?

She wouldn’t be cutting, she wouldn’t be thinking of running away, she wouldn’t punch a wall (probably), she wouldn’t try to sell nudes, wouldn’t find a stupid, trashy guy to hook up with.

So it was better.

Right?

Anne knew her brother would yell at her about food.

But who gave a shit?

Staying in bed all day meant she got to stay out of the kitchen. Even now, thinking about a potential breakfast sends her stomach into heated knots of anxiety, and her shoulders and neck tense.

God, what would she even have for breakfast? She didn’t fucking want anything. She wasn’t hungry. The food wasn’t good. No food was good. If someone could go up to her right now and convince her that one dish was good, she’d marry them on the spot. But that won’t happen, and all food is basically garbage. It’s a waste. Her time could be spent doing something else. Every day it was eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. And only the sleep part sounded kind of nice (when she wasn’t having nightmares).

Eating. That was a living nightmare.

Her family called her picky. They didn’t even try to get food that she sometimes liked. And they wouldn’t let her eat her own portions.

Hmm…

Maybe if she locked herself in her room with her cat she wouldn’t have to eat all day. Not at all. Besides, she could feel the fat clinging to her body like extra packaging. She felt like a kid crammed into too many winter coats at once. Oh, to shed them off. To just be! That would be spectacular.

And to shed that she has to stay in bed all day, and continue hating food. Easy enough. Preparing food is stupid. The process of eating food is exhausting. And then the hate and guilt afterwards isn’t worth it. And it’s not worth the extra attention it draws to her body. She’s sure everyone can see it. How can they not? Her thighs are too jiggly; her calves are soft, ugly lumps that could do with some thinning; her biceps are puffs of fat; her hips carry weight like a fucking fannypack; and her stomach is too round, jutting out from whatever she wears.

Basically… her body’s a mess.

And that’s not the only mess of it. She should get up, take her medicine.

But punching a wall, tearing apart her headphones, and breaking up with her boyfriend is starting to sound like an increasingly good idea.

God, her boyfriend. She has to actually fucking talk to him, connect with him, put time into something temporary, something part of her would be more than happy to run away from.

She loves him.

She hates him.

Telling him he’s the worst thing to ever happen to her would do it, right? She’d never have to talk to him again? Never have to hold on to a connection that would break away and die either way?

Anne resists the urge to grab her phone.

She eventually does, and she just stares at the homescreen.

One-hundred-thirty-seven notifications from social media. Friends, fandom… She doesn’t want to respond, doesn’t want to talk to them. And she hasn’t for days. It’s just easier not to. She at least opens up the apps and clears the notifications. This way Anne can pretend that those people aren’t there, that they don’t exist.

But then, she smacks her thigh with her phone, feeling the keen sting. She does it again and again, until Little Prince urgently wraps himself about her, weirdly-strong tail around her neck. He’s purring. He’s kissing her.

Anne holds him close.

“Hey, dude, you getting up?”

Her brother.

Fuck.

Anne just grunts, hoping that’ll get him to leave her alone.

She loves her brother. He’s her best friend. But right now, when he comes to stand in Anne’s bedroom doorway all parent-like, she wants to scream and throw her phone at him. She’s tense from resisting.

A conversation Anne barely pays attention to ensues, and she drags herself out of bed. The temporary vision loss that follows is nothing new. Neither is the light-headedness, nor the headache, or the weak feeling in her legs, or the ache across her shoulders, the wheeze in her lungs.

Just another day in the life of Anne.

Fuck.

She goes through her morning routine, hating every second of it. She broke a few pills instead of getting herself to take them. But who cares, right? She’s not even on the right medicine to make her feel like a real person.

Anne finally looks in her drawers, and in her closet. Standing there, before all her clothes, she feels so vulnerable. With each article of clothing her eyes land on she assesses what bad quality it would cover up, and which it might make obvious. Sometimes the perfect outfit doesn’t exist, and sacrifices have to be made. But not today. Today she just stares and stares and feels completely empty, while her mind wanders to a celebrity’s wife that she’s a fan of.

God, she’s not just into the wife, but she likes her as a person, admires her. The night before she’d gone through her Instagram, and fan accounts for an hour.

Anne feels like her.

She picks out an outfit she thinks the wife might wear. She cries at the state of her body, which is being efficiently ruined with her recent reproductive health issue. She holds her lower abdomen and cries at the emptiness.

Wash your face, she tells herself. Get the fuck over it. You’re pathetic, and weak. No wonder your family hates you.

She tenses, curled in on herself, breath held as she thinks of her extended family. It’s as if somebody has suddenly punched her in the chest with brass knuckles.

Anne burns inside. In her head, she’s killing them. She’s brutalizing them, tearing them apart, screaming at them because they were evil bitches and they didn’t deserve to live.

Little Prince rolls over, demanding tummy kisses, and it passes.

After viciously brushing her hair, Anne lies back down with Little Prince, and smothers him in kisses. He needs her. She needs him.

Anne cries her last tears into his white, kitten-soft fur, and they hold each other until she’s ready to start the day, until her little boy knows she’s alright.

Time for breakfast.

She hates all the food they have. So Anne just sits down at the table and stares at her placemat till her brother finally decides to make pancakes.

Anne stops herself from throwing her plate at the wall. Little Prince brushes against her legs. Pancakes will do.

Beside her, her phone dings, dings, DINGS with notifications that will not be read.

The world would be better without all those people talking to her. But getting rid of them would be too much work. So, as she smells the pancakes start to cook on the pan, her stomach turning from the thought of having anything in her mouth, she thinks it’d just be easier to get rid of herself.

For now, all she can do is not eat. That would lessen herself, her physical presence, take all the weight off.

But then why does she still want to smash the hot pan into a cabinet? Why does she want to snap her laptop in half? Why does she sit there and start hitting herself with her phone, making it look like innocent tapping?

Why…?

Anne doesn’t know.

Her brother calls her name.

But it’s not her name. Not really. Anne isn’t her. Not inside. Inside, she’s nothing.

The pancakes sizzle, her phone dings, Little Prince yells, and she just sits there and sits there, holding it all in.

She makes it through one second, and then the next, all in her head thinking what that celebrity’s wife would do. That’s the right way to be, clearly… that other person. Who else would she try to emulate? Sure, it changed day by day, but today, she is hurting as she thinks of that woman and tries to be herself.

Ha! Be herself. What a joke. And not even one with a good punchline.

Anne’s brother asks her to set the table, and somehow, she gets up. She feels the soft dress against her skin; the nice, cool marble floor beneath her bare feet. The pancakes are nearly ready, and they actually smell good. Her brother smiles at her.

Anne smiles back, and somehow, despite it all, she feels it. Just for a moment, there’s peace.

[avengerofyourheart]

Happy Accidents (reader x Bucky) [AH pt 10(End)]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Reader stays home from a mission and Bucky returns with unexpected news that could change your life together forever. 

Warnings: lil angst, mostly fluff. Mentions of illness and possible pregnancy. 

Word Count: 4k. (last part, I needed all the words! )

A/N: Well, this is it!! The last part. It’s been a long time coming and I’m sorry about the wait, but I hope it’s worth it! This series was my baby. Part 1 was my first fic written and posted EVER. Thank you all for sticking around and supporting me and this series! Please let me know what you think! :)

Tags at the end. 

<<<Part 9  Part 10 (End)

Accidents Happen Series Masterlist 

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Previously:

“There really is no one like you, Y/N. It’s good to be home.”

Now that Bucky was back, the tower felt like home again to you, too.

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One Year Later

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Bucky. I feel fine!! I’ve been fine all morning. I am going on this mission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but your determined expression stopped him, throwing his hands up in surrender.

You smiled victoriously, gathering the last of your gear and tugging the zipper closed on your duffel. The both of you already wore your combat gear, ready to board the Quinjet that was leaving in 10 minutes. Steve had interrupted breakfast saying there was a last minute mission so you and Bucky, along with Bruce, Clint, and Steve were heading out as soon as possible. Steve protested your joining the mission, too, which annoyed you. What was up with that?

One last scan around the room to make sure you had gathered everything, you met Bucky’s eyes.

“You ready, babe?” you asked him.

“Yup. How ‘bout you, doll?”

You paused, holding up one finger before you bolted for the bathroom and lost your breakfast. Aw, crap.

Rinsing your mouth and seeing your own pale reflection, you knew Bucky was right.

Returning to the bedroom, Bucky was already on the phone.

“Yeah, Y/N still isn’t feeling well. Can Natasha cover for her?” he asked, waiting for Steve’s response. “Right. Okay.”

You sat down on the bed, feeling deflated.

Bucky caught your eye as he spoke to Steve, “Yeah, I know. We’ll talk when I get back. I’m on my way.”

The long-haired brunet hung up and came over to sit next to you, pulling you close with a kiss to your temple.

“This whole stomach flu thing sucks. I really thought I was over it!” you whined.

“I know, doll. You rest up and focus on feeling better. We should be gone 3 days, tops. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You sighed as Bucky stood and grabbed his own gear, planting a kiss on your cheek before heading out. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at you.

“I love you.”

Those words uttered from his lips still gave you butterflies as you smiled, “I love you, too.”

He waved a hand and he was gone, leaving you to strip off your combat suit and get back into pajamas.

After changing, you puttered around in stocking feet, gathering a blanket, water, and crackers before settling on the couch with the remote. Thankfully you were able to hole up in the apartment you shared with Bucky, hoping to avoid getting anyone else sick. Netflix had become your savior these past few days in between intervals of throwing up. Gross.

Ever since that first mission for Bucky, the both of you had gone out dozens of times, some together, others left one of you home waiting and worrying. The focus on training and feeling useful was good for Bucky. He hardly ever had nightmares anymore and when he did, once he knew he was safe at home with you by his side, the terror subsided.

Not that life was without its challenges. You and Bucky were still very different people so disagreements were bound to happen. There was the Empty Toilet Paper Roll Fiasco, the Incorrect Toothpaste Squeeze Disagreement, and of course the If-You-Don’t-Stop-Leaving-Damp-Towels-on-the-Bed-I’m-Gonna-Smother-You-In-Your-Sleep Conflict. Most were resolved quickly and without bloodshed.

Honestly, the both of you were pretty easy going so cohabitating was an easy transition, more or less. The constant reminder of “be careful” before missions and trying not to interfere in each others’ jobs in the field, that was harder to manage. It all worked itself out, though, as you made it clear that talking about it was always better. Not that you could keep things to yourself anyway.

While Bucky was on this particular mission, you did what you usually could to occupy your time, but it was just harder by yourself. In the afternoon of the second day, you ventured out into the common area to find Sam surfing through the cable channels. Screw the passing of germs, it was probably too late anyway.

“Hey, Birdbrain.”

“Hey, crazy girl. How you feeling?” said the man with a smile.

“Eh, a little better. But you know what would reeeeaaallly make me feel better?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, Y/N. I’ll play your little game.”

“Yay!” you cheered, grabbing the card games and settling on the floor opposite Sam with the coffee table between you. “

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Midway through the third day of the mission, you received a text from Bucky that they would return home that night. Ecstatic, you straightened up the apartment and went to the store to gather ingredients for Bucky’s favorite meal. Your stomach still couldn’t handle much food, but it was better today. Unsure of the time of his arrival, you prepared the meal and then set aside a plate that Bucky could reheat when he returned. You nibbled on a few things, but nothing really sounded good. Around seven o’clock, you settled on the couch to watch a movie and wait up for your handsome man.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up to daylight in your own bed with a warm hand rubbing your thigh throughout the blankets.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Turning toward the voice, you saw Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face. You rolled over toward him, rubbing your eyes.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“About 9:15 in the morning.”

“Wha…Nine?!? I sat down on the couch a little after 7 and must have drifted off. I slept…” you did the math in your fuzzy head, “Fourteen hours? I didn’t know I was so tired! I was gonna wait up for you!” you whined, annoyed at your lack of consciousness upon his arrival.

He chuckled, “It’s fine, doll. You need your rest. And I’m here, as promised. All is well.”

“Ugh. I feel like I’ve been so lazy lately. No energy to do anything. I wish I could kick this bug…”

Bucky gave you a close-lipped smile, a softness in his eyes, “Sit up for me, doll. Let’s talk.”

Eyeing him warily, you untangled yourself from the sheets and crawled to his side.

“Okay?” you questioned. “What’s up?”

Bucky cleared his throat, gathering your hands in his, “Do you remember that mission we went on a while back? We took down that arms dealer in Prague where you had to flirt with the old guy again and that red dress made another appearance? Even better in person, by the way.”

You giggled, “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well…you know how we got into an argument about how you went against Steve’s orders and took on the guards alone? I was so mad…” he trailed off, laughing at it now.

You bit your lip, remembering the fire in Bucky’s eyes as he yelled with concern for you to be more careful.

“Uh huh.”

“And how we stayed one night longer in the hotel room per Steve’s orders to cool off before heading home? He wanted us to kiss and make up. And make up we did,” Bucky grinned, remembering the fury and passion of that night, a flush rising to your face as well.

“That was a great night,” you swooned, leaning forward to capture your boyfriends lips in a kiss.

Bucky returned the kiss, smiling softly as he pulled away, then hesitating before he spoke again, “I also remember we weren’t particularly…careful…that night…”

He watched your expression, waiting for some recollection.

Brow furrowed, you thought for a moment, then agreeing, “Okay? I mean it was rare for us, but not the first time.”

“I know, but…it’s possible that that night is connected to how sick you’ve been the past 2 weeks,” Bucky spoke softly, rubbing his flesh hand up and down your back while his metal left still remained in your lap.

You remained silent, avoiding his gaze.

“Come on, Y/N. It must have crossed your mind…” He waited for your response and when it didn’t come, he tried again. “Y/N…doll, talk to me. I’m not used to pulling words out of you. In fact, you usually blurt out whatever you’re thinking before I can even ask.”

A laugh bubbled up thickly in your throat as you finally turned Bucky’s way with a sniffle, tears in your eyes.

“It did occur to me…” you began, pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“And?”

“I pushed it away the second it came to mind. There was NO way that I…I couldn’t be…I just…I never wanted to be THAT girl,” you exclaimed wiping at unexpected tears angrily.

“What girl?” he asked in confusion.

“You know, the girl who gets knocked up by her boyfriend and never goes anywhere or does anything with her life. More than half the girls at my high school had little carbon copies of them running around within two years after graduating. IF they graduated. I never wanted to be like them,” you finished your rant, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Bucky tenderly placed a hand on either side of your face, meeting your gaze while thumbs brushed your cheekbones.

“Y/N…you are the furthest away from being one of those girls as a person can be,” he smiled. “You got out. You left that small town behind, got a college degree, moved to New York…You’re an Avenger! You travel the world with superheroes while you kick ass and take names. And you’re still an Avenger, no matter what. In whatever capacity you want with built in babysitters right here, should we need them.”

You adjusted yourself until you were knee to knee with Bucky, placing a hand on each of his magnificent thighs as he placed his own hands on your hips.

“Now…if you don’t want to do this…we’ll figure it out. And if you don’t want to do this with me, I underst…”

“Whoa! Wait a minute,” you interrupted harshly, stopping Bucky’s self-deprecating thoughts outright. It was your turn to grasp his handsome face to know you were being heard. “If THIS is happening at all, it’s happening with YOU. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. With all my heart. You’re the only person in the world I would ever want to be in this situation with.”

He gave a grateful smile, placing his hands over yours and then pulling them into his lap.

“Besides, you’ve been dealing with my special brand of crazy for over a year and so far you haven’t run for the hills. I doubt I could break in someone new before THIS becomes a reality, so…”

Bucky chuckled, ”Well, then you’re stuck with me, then.”

“No, YOU are stuck with ME. Hot Super Soldier boyfriend who is also kind and caring and handsome? Yeah, I definitely got the better deal.”

“I beg to differ, my darling. You’re funny, gorgeous, amazing, honest, loving, fierce, and did I mention hot?”

You laughed, then turning serious. “Yeah, well. Maybe not for long. Because…I….am….” you struggled to form the last word and then blurted it, “...PREGNANT.”

“That’s my girl! See? Acceptance is the first step…or something,” Bucky said, grinning at you.

You slugged your hunky boyfriend in the arm, “This is your fault, Mr. Super Sperm.”

He threw his head back now in a full belly laugh, then leaning forward to capture your lips with his, muttering “I love you” against them.

“I will take full responsibility for that, my darling. Although, I could’ve sworn you were there, too…” his brow furrowed in mocking.

You shrugged in agreement, then questioning, “Seriously though, that serum is in your DNA, right? What does that mean for…” you pointed to your stomach, which still showed no difference.

Bucky sighed, “I don’t know, doll. It’s not like we have any other examples to go on. I breeched the subject to Steve a while back and he blushed so hard he couldn’t speak full sentences for an hour. But…that only becomes a question of importance if….”

A groan left your lips as you collapsed backwards onto the pillows. Bucky crawled up the bed to lay beside you as he gently pulled you close.

“This wasn’t in the plan!” you whined, dramatically covering your eyes with the crook of your elbow.

You heard a snicker, causing you to peek out at your boyfriend.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! It’s just…what plan? Sorry, doll, but honestly, nothing in our life together has really been planned. You kissed me one night, I kissed you back, we were together, then Nat found out about us and then everyone knew… I mean, we even moved in together on a whim. No planning.”

You thought back to that day six months ago. The two of you had been mildly bickering at breakfast about him needing a drawer for a few of his things at your place and him not having an actually drawer for you at his place. Tony rolled his eyes at you and blurted, “Why don’t you just move in together? There’s an available apartment a few floors down. Save us all the headache.” You met Bucky’s eyes, considering it, and you both shrugged and moved in the next day.

Truthfully, neither of you were planners. You were notoriously spontaneous about everything and Bucky had enough trouble keeping his mind out of the past and into the present to actually consider the future very often.

So, he had a point. Which made you even more nervous about this new endeavor.

“See? We’re not equipped to handle this! I’m kinda freaked out about the whole situation. Aren’t you freaking out?!?” you mildly screeched.

The handsome brunet chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Well, oddly enough, I’ve been sitting on this information for longer than you have, so I’ve already had my freak out, doll. Clint talked me down.”

“What? Clint knows?”

“Actually, Clint sort of recognized the signs and approached me. He’s been through it a few times before. You still claimed it was the flu, so he thought I should know. I nearly pulled my hair out, but it made sense.”

Hesitantly, you voiced your thoughts, “So…do you think we can do this? I mean, is this something you want?”

Bucky sighed, tracing patterns on your clothed stomach with his fingertips, “Honestly, this is another one of those things I never thought I’d have. I didn’t know if I could or if we should, but now that we’re here…yeah. I think I do. I mean, this is you and me. This right here is a result of two people who love each other very much and I’m with you all the way, good or bad….yes….or no.”

You thought about what he said, this potential offspring being half you and half the wonderful, amazing man you couldn’t imagine your life without. Now knowing where he stood, you considered your own feelings. Was this something YOU wanted? Despite never fully voicing or acknowledging them, there were thoughts in the back of your mind about maybe possibly one day settling down and having a family. This was a little soon, but Bucky was right. You weren’t one to plan, so maybe this was just the way it was meant to happen.

Flickering in your mind was the image of seeing Bucky hold his child for the first time with the biggest smile on his face and tears in his eyes, an exhausted but triumphant you next to him. This possible future was having an unexpected affect on you. Instead of the nausea that had plagued you for weeks, you felt something else brewing inside: excitement.

Meeting his eyes, you blinked away a few tears, took in a deep breath, held it, and then spoke in a burst of an exhale, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s have a baby, Mr. Barnes,” you smiled.

The biggest grin lit up his face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

Bucky kissed you, then letting out a loud whoop causing you to burst out in laughter. He returned his focus to your stomach, muttering as he kissed your currently nonexistent bump while you trailed your fingers through his chestnut locks.

You froze then, panic seizing you once again, “Wait, I didn’t get to finish my freak out! What if this super soldier baby is, like, extra strong and just busts out of my vag one day? Do you know anything about babies? Cause I don’t know anything about babies except that time I babysat my sister’s kids and one of them smeared paint all over the living room and she never let me watch them again which was probably a good thing. What about college? College is expensive!! We don’t even technically have incomes! We just kind of live here and do hero stuff so does Tony just foot the bill? Is that what Clint does? That doesn’t make any sense, I mean…”

Bucky let you rant for a few more minutes, trying to hide his amused smile. When you ran out of steam and took a breath, he kissed you and reached for his phone by the bedside.

“Y/N….I don’t know. A lot of that stuff, I don’t have answers for. But Clint said that all new parents come into this having no clue, so that was a little comforting. And as for the money stuff, we’ll figure it out. College is a little ways away so we have time. Hopefully he or she will be super smart as well as super strong so they can get a scholarship,” he smiled.

Scrolling through his phone, he found what he was looking for and clicked.

“Whatever comes, we will figure it out. Together. Clint also shared this song with me because it calmed him a little when Laura was first pregnant.”

Strumming of acoustic guitar began to play from his phone, “Do you recognize it?”

You frowned and shook your head, feigning ignorance.

“Finally!” he chuckled. “I’m ahead of you in the music game.”

You laughed at his joy over a so-called ‘win’, settling in to listen as he placed the phone gently on your stomach and pulled you close, nuzzling your neck.

People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one And we’ve just begun, I think I’m gonna have a son…

“Or daughter,” Bucky interjected as he nuzzled your cheek.

He will be like she and me as free as a dove conceived in love Sun is gonna shine above

Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey and everything will bring a chain of love And in the morning when I rise, You bring a tear of joy to my eyes And tell me everything is gonna be alright

Bucky then rolled off the bed and went searching through his top dresser drawer.

“What’re you doing there, Sarge?” you asked.

“I’ll have you know,” he answered, closing the drawer with something in his hand, “that I’ve had this for weeks, so there’s no shot gun involved. I was just waiting for the right time…”

He walked around to your side of the bed and knelt before you as the music played on.

And now a smile, a face, a girl who shares my name now I’m through with the game This boy will never be the same.

“What do you say, doll? Will you marry me?” he popped the question as a square velvet box was opened before you, a modest diamond ring nestled inside.

Tears sprung to your eyes, shock evident in your features. Brushing the phone off your torso, you sat up quickly, hands covering your mouth. You dropped your legs off the side of the bed and slid down to kneeling on the floor with feet tucked under you. Bucky sat down before you, ring still on display.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

Bucky urged you on, eyebrows raised, “And?”

Meeting his eyes, you smiled, “Yes.”

He captured your lips with his, a beaming smile on both your faces. He took the ring out intending to slip it on your finger when you stopped him, placing a hand over his.

“But I have one request. Sell the diamond.”

“What?” he questioned, almost angry.

“I don’t need a diamond. If we’re serious about this future and this baby and money and everything else, I want a simple band. That’s it. And you wear one, too. It’s always bugged me that only the girl wears an engagement ring, I mean, is the guy less committed? Why does he still look available at first glance? I don’t like it. And speaking of equality, the whole sharing your name thing? We should talk about that…”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Bucky chuckled in interruption, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are the most unique girl I’ve ever met, Y/N. And I love you for it.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss your fiancé.

You pulled back, foreheads touching as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Frowning slightly, you had a thought, “Guess I should actually take a test of some sort, huh? Pee on a stick to make it official?”

He shook his head in laughter, “Nat bought one for when you were ready. I’ll text her.”

“Nat knows? And Clint? Guess we should tell the whole team then…”

Bucky offered a sheepish smile, “Sorry, doll, but…everyone kind of already knows. Nat picked up on your symptoms not long after Clint, I had to tell Steve to keep you off missions and Thor, well...when you burst into tears after he finished the last pop tart you had your heart set on, I had to tell him something. Sam overheard me talking to Steve. Why else do you think he played those card games with you even though he hates it? Tony was the last one left since he had been all wrapped up in a project, but Steve told him this morning.”

You let out a huff with a frown, “That takes the fun out of it.”

“Well…we still have your parents to tell…”

Eyes wide, you let that sink in, “Son of a biscuit, you’re right...”

To Bucky’s surprise, you stood suddenly and headed for the elevator.

“Where are we going?” he asked, falling into step with you.

“I figure I should practice before then and why not start right now?” you said, pressing the button for the common room floor in the elevator. The ride only took a few seconds.

Bucky just followed your lead, used to your unexpected antics by now. Exiting the elevator, you could see most of the team present so you took a deep breath.

“HEY GUESS WHAT BUCKY KNOCKED ME UP AND NOW WE’RE GETTING HITCHED ISN’T THAT GREAT?” you yelled at the top of your lungs with a huge smile on your face.

A few of the Avengers had flinched at your volume initially, but then just shook their heads with smiles and left whatever activity they were working on. Soon the whole team was giving hugs and patting Bucky on the back, all of them offering “congrats” and “finally��s”

“This calls for celebration!” Tony exclaimed with a clap of his hand, then asking JARVIS to order some pickles and ice cream to be delivered ASAP. He thought he was funny. And he was right, not that you let him know. That combination did sound oddly satisfying, though…

Bucky returned to your side, gathering you in his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You ready for this, doll?” he whispered.

“Not in the slightest,” you answered truthfully. “But it’ll be a great adventure.”

“The greatest,” he agreed with a smile.

“We still need to have a private celebration of our own, you know,” you grinned at him, wiggling your eyebrows.

He chuckled in disbelief, “You sure you’re up for that, doll?”

“Always, Hot Stuff,” you winked, smacking your fiancé’s shapely behind before rejoining the group. He just shook his head and followed.

A lot of your life together had been accidental, but to you they had all been happy accidents because they brought you here. And there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

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Song link: Danny’s Song by Kenny Loggins

Whew!! I did it!! My very first ever series is now complete. I had this last part mostly written for months but I had some trouble letting go for some reason. But here we are. It’s time. I really hope you liked this ending and found it fitting. Please let me know! Message, comment, ask, reply, whatever. You are all awesome and I love you. :) 

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