#but i CANT because the first week of march is fucking MISERABLE it ALWAYS RAINS
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having an early spring birthday fucking sucks man shitall to do; no good movies, very few exhibitions, its wet and gloomy out and most parks are closed for the season... worst season hate early spring :â(
#what i would give to be able to go on a fun camping and hiking trip for my birthday#but i CANT because the first week of march is fucking MISERABLE it ALWAYS RAINS#and i like rain but it's the combo of rain + ice + so much mud SO MUCH MUD#been trying to think of something for weeks to do for my bday bc last yr i was recovering from surgery and could barely leave my bed#but there once again is shitall to do and we live in a city now and it's still not really better#probably just going to go to some rock stores + thrift stores#and maybe one of the museums i haven't been to yet if it's open#the weekend after bc sadly i've got a weekday bday this year ;_;#only 2 weeks left to figure shit out...#i would even be fine with a winter birthday fr bc then maybe we could go skiing or tubing 8_8#but theres never even any good snow in march just the shitty wet icy brown stuff that still hasn't fully melted#personal stuff#i really really wish i could go rockhounding for my bday because we live 2 hrs from one of the very few places in the us and on the planet#where you can find Staurolites (aka; cross rocks/fairy crosses)#which are SO neat!!!!#but it's going to be cold and miserable and borderline dangerous to hang out around an icy river and i've already fallen through the ice#and almost died once in my life already so i'm not chancing that#sorry bit of a vent post here i just get older and every year it's a hassle to find something I want to do bc just like... nothing happens#in spring in the north
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Oh, Baby: Chapter Two
A/N: So I was so excited about the reaction and feedback I got on the first chapter, I hope you guys enjoy this one too!
Word Count: 3.5k+
Warnings: None really- brief mentions of smut and of course cursing like a mf
Summary: After a drunken night, Y/N finds herself having to face the biggest decision of her life; is she ready for motherhood? And a better question, is Bucky Barnes, her long time friend and womanizer extraordinaire, ready for fatherhood? Theyâll just have to go along for the ride and find out together. A Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader Story Â
Chapter 2/6: And a Cherry On Top
Once you decide that you want this baby- that youâre keeping, things become alot clearer in your mind.
All those lists you made? The bullet pointed steps, numbered processes that you need to accomplish zero in, your brain finally able to sort them, at least a little bit. More then youâd been able to last night, or even this morning.
Youâre keeping this baby, itâs cemented in your stubborn brain now and even though that brings a whole new round of terror, it becomes a front and center though. A focal point, so to say.
And when youâre focused- youâve been told you can be a little ruthless.
âLook, Dr. Cho, I like you so far, I really do,  but Iâm going to be blunt here: Iâve read some horror stories about plus size pregnancies, and how miserable it is to have a doctor who is fatphobic- so I just want to check base and make sure that youâre...okay with having me as a patient, and will treat me with the same respect that I plan to treat you withâÂ
She doesn't look shocked and you don't know whether that's just her training or if her face always has that sage quality to it, but you can't really read it.
âI really admire you bringing up your concerns, and I can assure you that theyâre very presidented, but thatâs not something youâre going to have to worry about with me if you choose to continue on with me as your practitioner for this pregnancy.
Iâve been an OB for the last fifteen years and have worked with lots of very different women: big and small and everything in between and that doesn't matter to me. What matters is that we find a plan that works for you and your little one and keeps you both healthy as we get you to term. Does that sound okay to you?â
You chuckle, delightedly shocked at her words. At how straight forward and sincere she had been. At the support you could feel from her and how relieving that felt to know that your doctor was going to be on your side, for you, with you.
Being overweight, youâd had prejudice thrown at you left and right thought your life, sadly also by medical professionals, and to know she wasn't going to do that to you?
âYeahâ You nod, with a grateful smile âThat sounds more than okayâ
The appointment goes smoothly for the next hour and a half or so after that. Youâre happy youâd Googled like crazy and had come prepared with a small list of key medical facts: any allergies, past surgeries talks of mental health and medications. She gives you a pelvic exam/Pap  and its uncomfortable as they always are, even with her gentle, nimble fingers. Legs in stirrups, biting at the inside of your cheek.
The magic happens when she lays you down and slathers your tummy with a jelly like substance and your heart goes fluttery against your chest as she uses a little wand, probes and moves it gently against the jelly. Looking, searchingâŚ
Thump,
Thump,
Thump,
Found.
On the screen of the ultrasound machine that sheâd pulled up. Dr. Cho had warned you that it was very early, and that there was a good chance that she wouldn't be able to find much of anything at this point and yet there it was.
A tiny little blur in the blob like painting of your insides that weâre up for display on the US machine. A heart beat, the sound it made would be imprinted in your mind forever.
âThereâs your baby, itâs about the size of a cherry right now and I has no really defined shape, but as you can hear, it has a very strong heart beatâ
Like in movies, you thought youâd cry, and yeah, maybe your close, but really it lights a fire in you. Sets your heart ablaze and makes you feel lightheaded.
Thereâs your baby, and itâs real. So real. With a little heart inside you, beating along with your ownâŚ
You leave the office with two copies of the ultrasound pictures, one for you to keep, and one to give to Bucky.
Now you only had to tell him.
Later that night, as you and Wanda lounge on your living room couch, you text him, clutching a furry pillow in your lap.
You need to get this done and over with, you have to tell him.
Hey, long time no talk. You think we could get together for lunch sometime this week?
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Bucky finds himself sitting at a corner table, itâs half past three and youâre still not there yet. You weâre supposed to be meeting him for a late lunch...ten minutes ago? Fuck, why were you always late?
It drove him crazy, was on that long list of things about you that made his eyes cross with annoyance. On that list was also the fact that he could never guess what you weâre going to do- which yeah, that one still stood, too.
When youâd texted him, asking him to meet you for lunch last Friday, Bucky had gaped at his phone for a few minutes. Hadn't you spent the last couple months avoiding him like the plague? He couldn't help himself, though, and had only given you a tiny bit of shit before agreeing to meet you that next Wednesday at you guysâ favorite spot.
And so here he sat, at HandCraft, waiting for you. Trying not too feel excited, hopeful. That usual feeling that settled in his gut whenever you weâre around(even with just the promise of your presence) had been thrown into effect.
He orders himself a Corona, extra lime, but considers something stronger to quell the weird nerves, and orders you a Long Island Peach Tea.Â
He knew your obsession with everything peach, so when he saw it he couldn't help but order it for you.
Heâs a couple drinks into his beer when you walk in. Bucky could zero in on you in a crowd of hundreds, a skill heâd developed pretty quick after meeting you. His weird 20/20 Y/N radar doesn't fail him and his eyes snap to you as you walk in, and he waves you over. You boop through the crowd, and Bucky knows he has a stupid little smile on his face as he watches.
Youâre cute, always. Itâs infuriating, and intoxicating and damn, will he ever get over this shit? Itâs been eight years for fucks sake. Â
Itâd been rainy and humid in the city this May, and the beige long sleeved, off the shoulder top and high waisted ripped jeans you wear are breezy enough. You always dressed nice, most always put together and heâd always taken the time to appreciate your style, the way you hed yourself and adorned your curvy body.
The big bun that sits atop your head is messy and has started to frizz from the time youâd spent in the sprinkling rain, your loose baby hairs wispy and starting to curl as you sit down in the chair on the opposite him.
âHiâ You greet, shifting in the chair. Youâre awkward around him now, and it sucks. It really does.
He thinks about that night in early March, and he cant bring himself to regret it, and he tries to ignore the twinge from how apparently you seem to.
âHey there- I ordered some drinks so I didnât die or dehydration while I was waiting for youâ
You canât help but giggle- you and Buckyâs dry humors had always lined up. It was a part of the reason why the two of you had always got on so well, the two of you were always throwing off hand, rude to anyone else, jokes at each other.
âItâs three, youâre going to need to check that alcoholism or yours somedayâ you rebuff and he shrugs, taking another swig if his beer with a cheeky smile-
âItâs five oâclock somewhere...and itâs actually 3:30, which makes you- he checks his watch playfully, asshole, fifteen minutes lateâ
âI had a meeting with my boss. Give me a fucking breakâ You snipe back, and yeah maybe you sound a little sharp.
Shit. No, thatâs not how you wanted the atmosphere of this conversation to go. But this week had been...a lot.
Youâd told your little sister MJ about the big B news and she had advised you to talk to your boss about bumping up your healthcare, about maternity leave and all that other jazz as early as possible- and that had lead to you having to sit for over an hour with the one-eyed owner of the radio station.
Nick Fury was cool enough, really he is, but still. Explaining an unexpected pregnancy to him was...really awkward. Especially when he had asked about the father and you had to pretty much shrug and say âBitch, I donât know. I guess Iâll find out later todayâ
But you definitely didnât call your boss a bitch.
âA meeting? Is everything okay?â Bucky actually sounds concerned and you purse your lips and spin the straw in the dark drink you hadnât touched yet because you were preeeeetty sure it had liquor in it and that was a no go for you now.
âUm, yeah...it is now. I just had some serious stuff to talk to him aboutâ
âSerious? That doesnât sound greatâ Bucky didnât mean to pry, but he knows how much you loved your job. How hard youâd worked for it.
Heâs always rooted for you, knowing that like many things, the radio waves were dominated by male hosts. He listened to your podcasts, and your new show, religiously.
Every Wednesday night at 7- he diligently listens to your melodic voice, actually for the last couple months itâs the only way he could feel close to you.
Sucker. He knows.
âUm, yeah. Kinda serious? More just things I needed to get sorted out with Fury. A little planning for my future, ya know?â Our future, the life inside me, you donât say. Yet.
âOkay, well as long as everythingâs still going smoothly there, thatâs good, right?â
âYeah, right. Everythingâs going smoothlyâŚâ fuck.
âJust say it and get it over with. Like pulling off a band-aidâ Wanda had pep talked you about this- but god, how could anybody know it was going to be this hard.
Your heartbeat had gone hummingbird and your stomach was in knots as the minutes ticked on. You order an ice water and watermelon salad and Bucky frowns.
Because thatâs not your usual...you always get the Nacho Tots. He offers them as an appetizer for the two of you to share and you shake your head with a forced smile, complaining of a stomach ache.
You donât touch the peach tea, he points that it too and you shake your head telling him you werenât in the mood to drink which, what? You were always down to day drink. Always. Â
Half way through his chimichurri steak, Bucky canât take the weird tension anymore. Youâre trying...to hard. And yet he can clearly see that youâre more uncomfortable, more uneasy then heâs ever seen you.
He can only bite his tongue for so long. Months of tension were bound to come to a head eventually.
He couldnât bare talking about the weather and other trivial bullshit subjects anymore.
âY/N...if you didnât want to hang out, why did you make plans with me?â Bucky questions, bluntly. Takes you off guard a bit.
âWhat?â Is your bright reply and he just frowns and leans back in his chair. His body language is all wrong- and it makes you even more anxious then you already were.
âI just- fuck. Fuck, itâs been so weird between us since March and I thought having lunch today was supposed to be us remedying said weirdness but it just feels worseâ Buckyâs tone is slightly frustrated and dejected
You can feel your face drop. None of this was going how youâd planned- and youâd imagined this going 1,000 different ways in the last few days.
âI just want everything to go back to the way it wasâ Bucky speaks, interrupting your silence and it feels like thereâs fucking needles in your stomach.
âIt canât go backâ You utter, fidget in place, staring at the busy street outside the window for a moment. Not able to meet his eyes yet.
âReally? Cause I kinda think thatâs bullshit. So we slept together? It was consensual and weâre adults, I donât get why it has to be a friendship ending thing-â Buckyâs feelings are hurt, and itâs apparent in his tone. Confused, slightly pleading.
Band-aid, Wandaâs words ring in your head as you muster up your courage and look back at Bucky.
Jesus, you could drown in his foggy eyes. Could be melted down to nothing by the molten silver of his gaze.
âI have something to tell you, itâs why I asked you to lunch today. I wanted to talk to you face to face because...this is pretty fucking huge and I- Iâ you stutter and stumble over your words and Bucky knows itâs something major because words are usually your weapon. You vernacular your sword and armor.
He doesnât know why he knows, or why it clicked together in his head- call it some kind of weird intuition. Maybe from the fact that he grew up with all sisters and that he remembers his older sister Charlie and her face when sheâd told his parents, at the age of sixteen, that she was-
And Oh, ohhhh, you hadnât drank. Or touched your food-
âYouâre pregnantâ it doesnât feel real to him as he says it, as his lips gram the words he canât really feel himself speak them.
You gasp softly- your big eyes locked with his for a moment where everything goes still around the two of you, and then you nod.
Itâs like he had peered straight into your soul anyway. Like he already knew.
âYeah, I am. Nine weeks- well almost ten now, I guessâ
âOh...oh fuckâ Bucky breathes out, a long exhale because heâd been holding his breath and oh shit- he hasnât had a panic attack in years but this sure feels like what the start one.
âBucky?â
âItâs mine?â He knows itâs an asshole question, but he grits it out anyway because he has to be sure of what he already knows.
âYeah, it is. I havenât been with anyone since we were togetherâ Itâs the truth, and he knows because you have a big fat unfiltered mouth that you hadnât been with anyone for months before him.
âFive months?â You remember him breathing into your neck âFuck, doll, how? No wayâ
âMmhmmâ youâd hummed as heâd kissed down your chest âIâm not a whore like you- I can go a few months without sex with out my genitals shriveling up and my brain short circuitingâ
Heâd laughed around a mouthful of breast.
And now you were pregnant. With his baby.
He gapes like a fucking fish as he tries to digest it all.
âIâm going to keep it, Bucky. And that doesnât mean I expect you, or am going to force you to be in theyâre life but I just...I donât know I thought i should tell you? And not because I felt obligated to or anything...I mean kind of, but because youâre a good person and I wanted you to knowâ Youâre rambling, yeah, but youâre saying your peace.
âYouâre ten weeks?â Bucky questions, breaking you out of your ramblings and you nod, a little confused.
âYeah, itâs the size of a Cherry right now...trippy, right?â
Bucky barks out a laugh, still in that headspace where he though he might wake up at any given moment.
âA cherry. Oh my god. Holy fuck- youâre pregnantâ Bucky exasperates and then puts his hands on his face, trying to calm down. Trying to get a grip on himself.
He knows you. Knows that youâre not lying about it being his, why would you? And thereâs a baby inside you, right this moment. One that heâd put there- that the two of you had created together.
âYup. Super fucking pregnant- a doctor confirmed it and everythingâ You try to lighten the mood a little, just like you always do.
âReally?â
âYeah...here, lookâ you dog through your handbag for a moment and then pull out a laminated picture and reach across the table to hand it to him.
When Bucky takes his first look at it, his heart squeezes and his breath gets stuck in his throat again.
Itâs the ultrasound picture. Black and white, unidentifiable shapes- but his eyes zero in on the little blob in the darkness. The baby.
His baby.
His heart clenches again.
âThere it isâ you point out what heâs looking out with a manicured finger âthatâs the baby. I know it all looks like an obscure Picasso painting or something but thatâs itâ you kind of hate calling your baby an it, but you donât know what else to call...them, yet.
âA cherryâ Bucky whispers, asks.
âYeah, like-â you make that annoying, internet famous, 6 shape, with your hand and put it up to your eye to look through it âthis bigâ
Bucky chuckles. Youâre so dumb. And so special, for being able to make such a tense situation feel...lighter.
âIâm going to want to be in this babyâs life, you know that, right?â Yeah, he doesnât know how he feels about all of this yet. He still thinks this might be some kind of fever dream- that maybe he died from that flu he had last week, but heâd been raised right by his mom and pop.
Was he a bit slutty? Yeah, he guesses heâd own that(argue that he only acted on how he was pursued)
Could he be a little bit of an arrogant prick? You, and plenty of other people had told him that plenty in his life and yeah, heâd own that one too.
But heâd never, could never, leave you alone to raise this child. Not with how he felt about you- and shit, even if he wasnât harboring these feelings could he ever just leave a woman who heâd gotten pregnant completely alone.
âDonât make promises in the heat of the moment, Iâm not expecting-â
âMe to want to be a father to my childâ he doesnât snap, per say, but he knows you can hear how offended he is. It makes you bite the inside of your lip.
âI donât know. I just donât...want you to feel like you have to say things you donât mean because Iâm sitting in front of you right now. Like? You might feel different later, you know?â
Bucky instantly feels bad for snapping at you. Youâd been sitting on this, thinking you might have to do this aloneâŚ
Bucky looks back at the ultrasound picture and his stomach rolls at the idea of you doing this alone. Of him missing this first milestone of your pregnancy. Of his childâs life.
His child.
Heâd woken up this morning, single, uncomplicated and now...he knew there was a baby that was half him inside of you.
He should have had that stronger drink.
âIâm going to be there for this baby, and for you. I donât know what that looks like yet and I canât promise Iâll be great at it, but Iâm going to be hereâ his voice gets soft and passionate and fuck, the way heâs looking at you, vowing this to youâŚ
Itâs almost more than you can handle.
âOkay...Iâm gameâ you say, and he snorts and nods.
He doesnât know whatâs going to happen, if heâll be a good dad or not. Thereâs so many unknowns swirling around his head, clogging his brain-
But he knows heâs not going anywhere.
âWeâre going to have a babyâ He says it, and this time it feels a little more real as it comes out of his mouth. âHoly fuck Iâm going to be a dadâ
âUm, congratulationsâ The waiter chooses that time to come back to the table, and the kid who canât be more then eighteen looks a little awkward at intruding âDo you want a celebratory piece of cake?â
âYou know what? Yeah we do- and please, make sure thereâs a cherry on topâ
He grins too big when he asks for a cherry and you know heâs needs it as a visual comparison to the size of the baby inside you. Bucky is so obnoxious.
Heâs also beautiful- in the restaurants low light. All teeth and bright blue eyes- his brows still pulled together and his expression a little overwhelmed, but not mad. Not disgusted or cold like youâd feared.
You can almost here both Wanda and MJâs âtold you soâsâ now.
You canât help but share in his contagious smile- the nerves that had players you arenât completely gone, not by a long shot.
But...you and Bucky Barnes were going to have a baby.
You could only hope that the two of you didnât fuck it up too bad.Â
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Okayyy, so hereâs part two. It might be a little cheesy, but I really want this story to be more fluff then angst, okay?! Which let me say is not easy for me because lately Iâve been one angsty bitch.
So I decided that I wanted to play with more MCU characters then I normally do, do something different- and thatâs how I came up with the idea that the readers little sister is MJ(Michelle Jones) from Spider-Man. I love Zendaya- and since Iâm usually writing a mixed race reader- she fits as a sibling.
Just for heads up, a little spoiler for the next chapters, I will also be having the Van Dynes be in her family tree. Hope is her cousin.
Iâm really just trying to have fun writing for Marvel again. Hope you guys are having fun reading this.
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