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allaboardthewritingtrain · 6 years ago

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The Writer and the Librarian Fan

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: It’s based on this;

Warning: Very cute and adorable scene between these two! Word count: 920 Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Bucky so it needs a little work. Another thing is that this was a request from @hufflebucky so thank you so much! <3

Guide: Y/N: Your Name, Y/H/C: Your Hair Color, Y/H/S: Your hairstyle, Y/E/C: Your Eye Color, (Y/P/N) Your Pen Name

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Your POV

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You walk inside the library and sit down at the small cafe set up in the lobby of the library and set up your laptop to watch and get a few ideas for your next fic. You smile at the sight of the long-haired but very handsome new librarian with his baby blue eyes and a gorgeous body to stare at throughout the day. As you stare your fingers begin to fly, an idea already forming in your head.

It only takes a few more hours before your first draft is completed and you take a break to grab a cup of coffee before moving on to edit your masterpiece, adding in a few more details and changing the story a bit before posting it on the internet for your fans to read.

After you make sure that you’ve posted your work, you pack up your laptop and head home to do some actual work before dinner, a bath and bed. You fall asleep, feeling satisfied with the work you completed that day.

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Bucky’s POV

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James Buchanan Barnes smiles as he walks into work that morning, feeling happy as he finished his fanfiction during breakfast after staying up late reading the rest of the authors work, his mind delving deep into the fandom and lore that the new story has brought to light for him, still recovering after being in a frozen coma for so long, and missing out in so much.

He even made an account and subscribed to the author he enjoyed it so much. The brunette excited to see what else she’ll write about.

“I see someone’s happy to be at work today” Sam teases from behind the desk and takes a big swig from his coffee cup. “Haha Wilson, I see someone got the short end of the stick this week” Bucky replies back and leans against the desk as the start to talk about the Yankee game from last night. The sound of clacking begins to fill the air and Bucky turns to see who is typing so furiously, He blushes as he sees his mysterious patron who never checks out a book but comes to the library on a daily basis.

“Come on lover boy, stop ogling our patron and get to work” Natasha, the head librarian says as she comes out of the backroom, pushing a cart full of books, ready to be reshelved.

Bucky sighs as he silently takes the cart and pushes it past the mysterious patron. He only gets a glimpse of what she’s typing as he passes it, seeing only a few words he shrugs it off and heads to the Teen’s section and reshelves the book. By the time he comes back the patron is gone from her seat and is getting a coffee for herself. He sneaks a longer peek and smiles at the thought of her writing a fanfiction.

As he sees movement from the coffee bar he hurries behind the desk and grabs the next cart full of books. The man buries himself in reshelving books he doesn’t notice that she’s gone until his phone dings as he gets an email, informing him his new favorite author has posted another fanfiction. He decides to take his break and sits down in the breakroom, eating his tuna sandwich as he reads. Bucky Barnes comes to a realization halfway through and his jaw drops. “Holy shit….” He mumbles as his jaw drops, coming to the thought of what his mysterious patron was writing and slaps his forehead, at the realization of seeing himself as the antagonist in most of her recent fics, “How stupid could I be to not realize this sooner…..god damn it Bucky…” He mumbles and thinks of a plan to approach her the next day.

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The next morning Bucky yawns as he walks in extra early, hoping to catch her before Natasha comes in and makes him go back to work, reshelving books.

She doesn’t appear that morning or the rest of the week as she’d gotten extremely sick with the flu and stayed home in bed, only writing one more chapter of her new story.

The female walks in, her (H/C) hair is in a tight bun as she sits at her table, setting up her laptop and taking out tissues for her post flu drip and begins to write another chapter for her new story.

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Your POV

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The man smiles as he quietly approaches her and sits across from her.

“Your last chapter was good….needed a little bit of grammar work but still good...Miss (Y/U/N)” He purrs and looks into your (Y/E/C) eyes as you stare at him, unable to understand how he discovered her secret pleasure.

“Oh? Well, excuse me! I was sick!” She hisses back at him, already tired as your still recovering from your sickness.

“I was just giving you input...geez…” Bucky mumbles and rubs the back of his head. “I’m James Barnes, my friends call me Bucky..” He says and offers his hand, giving you one of his classy smiles that just makes you melt. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N or just Y/P/N,” You say softly and shyly take his hand shaking it gently.

“Well Y/N...I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship…” Bucky says gently and winks at her, making her stomach twist and turn as they begin to chat and get to know each other.

#writing #bucky x reader #For CJ #Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #You x Bucky Barnes #cross post #originally from AlliTheWriter #allithewriter/allaboardthewritingtrain

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sebsgirl71479 · 2 years ago

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Remember Me

Bucky Barnes X Mutant Female Reader!Latina

A/N: This story is something that is near my heart. Not only is it a part of my culture but a character in the story is based on someone I lost many years ago. If there are any words that are in Spanish I will translate them. I really hope you enjoy this story. Also credit to Nix on Instagram for the Bucky edit.

Warnings: Tiny bit of sadness, fluff galore

Being a part of the avengers has been a dream of yours since you were a teenager. Ever since you developed special powers at the age of 13. You've always sensed that you had a connection with animals, when you turned 13 all of a sudden when you woke up one morning with your dog CJ staring at you with a tilted head like he was waiting for something.

You ruffled his ears and through your mind you could hear him say “i like when you do that, thank you y/n.” then you said “you’re welcome buddy.” That's when you freaked out and fell off your bed just staring at your dog. From then on you learned on your own to hone your powers and find a way to be recruited by the avengers. By the time you were 25 you caught the eye of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Someone had filmed you out in the forests of northern New York helping a wolf that was injured, fitting that the wolf had white fur.

They couldn't believe what they saw, you approached the wolf with no fear looking at his leg that was injured and reaching for your backpack and taking out med supplies to clean his wound and wrap it up. Before the wolf walked away he came up to you and bowed his head to touch yours as a thank you for saving him and he turned to walk away and howled. Telling the other packs that she was a helper and to trust her.

They had to find out more about you, they tracked you down a few days later walking the same forest but this time you had an animal walking with you like he was your pet. They didn't approach you too quickly so as to not scare you or your pet which was a beautiful reddish brown wolf. You could sense them and once they were in your peripheral vision looking forward you spoke to them. “ It's ok, Apollo won't bite unless I tell him to.” That's when they came out from behind a tree and introduced themselves. Apollo sat next to you as they came towards you to introduce themselves. You locked eyes with Bucky and it's like you could feel a pull towards him, but shook your head to put that in the back of your mind for another time. They asked you how you were able to take care of that wolf and if you had any fighting skills. You demonstrated by bending down and looking Apollo in the eyes and speaking to him through your mind to have him go up to Sam and put his paws on his chest and lick his face. The look on his face was one of horror then amazement. You told them you have the power of animal manipulation and empathy, also you took jiu jitsu for several years and are a black belt. They asked you to come be a part of the avengers from that day on. That was 2 years ago and you couldn't be happier, forming a great friendship with Sam and Bucky as well as Clint when he wasn’t back home with his family.

You are a proud latina and love showing the guys your culture, but one you have kept to yourself. Around Halloween you started getting a few deliveries to the compound, and Bucky was very curious about them. He thought they may be Halloween decorations but when you got a flower delivery, that piqued his interests. He didn't think you had a boyfriend otherwise you would have said something, but these were not regular flowers for a girlfriend they were small orange flowers. He didn't want to impose so he watched from afar, while you took them into your room. Halloween came and went and no decorations so 2 days after that he knocked on your door to find out what was up.

You had been held up in your room all morning making sure your ofrenda was perfect. You had about 5 famed pictures and all your offerings set up in front of them. Flower pedals from your marigolds all over and a few in vases, candles were lit and your rosary laid out front. As you were finishing up you heard a knock at your door, you stood up and opened your door to find Bucky standing there looking a little sheepish with a crooked little smile.

“Hi Bucky, what can I do for you?”

“Well the other day I saw you were getting a few deliveries and wanted to know what you had gotten? I thought they were decorations but you didn't put any out and then the flowers confused me.”

You look at him with a sweet smile and think to yourself, might as well show him.

“Come on in buck and I’ll show you.” He passed by you and when he looked to his right he saw something he had never seen before.

“You guys know how I'm Mexican-American and love showing you guys all that entails? Well this is one I've kind of kept from you guys but I think it's time to show you.”

“What is this and who are… is that Tony and Natasha?”

“This Is called an ofrenda, in my culture november 2nd is Dia de los Muertos (day of the dead) you make an altar with marigolds and framed photos of those in your family or friends who have passed on and place their favorite things on it as an offering.”

He takes everything in as he looks at it. You have some frozen blueberries in front of Tony's picture, and somehow you found some of Natasha's widow bites as well.

“Who are these people?” “That is my nana and tata and abuelo and abuelita (grandparents)”

“And the little boy?”

Front and center is a picture of a 2 year old boy with sparkling brown eyes and a smile that could rival Bucky's. With a shaky breath and small tear falling down your cheek, you tell him.

“That's my son. I lost him when he was 2 years old. He was the light of my life.”

Bucky turned to you and engulfed you in a big hug. You cried silent tears as did Bucky. While still holding you Bucky spoke.

“Why didn't you say you had a son?”

“It's still hard to talk about him, but when I do I can't shut up about him.” You giggle a little at that.

“Well if you're willing to, I'd like to know about him?”

That's how you went on an hour long talk with Bucky about your son, when something popped into your head.

“Can I ask you something? If it's too personal just let me know, okay?” “Sure anything for you.” You blushed a little bit.

“Do you know where your family is buried?” He looks off like he's about to shut down, but looks back at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Yeah, they are in Brooklyn, but i haven't gone to see them yet. Why do you ask?”

“Only if you would like to, since i can't be at my son's burial i’d like to visit your family and celebrate this day with them, only if you're okay with that?”

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation of a hard no, he stands up and extends his hand out to you. “Is there anything we have to do before we go there?” With a smile on both your faces, you take his hand and head out. But not before you blow out the candles on the ofrenda. Don't want to start a fire. You asked Bucky what his mom, dad and sister liked, while gathering some of your flowers to place on their graves. He said his dad liked cheap cigars, his mom loved to bake and all he can remember from his sister Rebecca is that she used to carry around a teddy bear when she was little. As you headed to the garage, Bucky went straight for his motorcycle.

“Is it okay if we take the bike?” “Hell yeah, as long as we have a place to put our stuff?” With a wink and a smile he had you put on a helmet and then he got on the bike. He patted the back and you swung over your leg and sat down.

“Make sure to hold on tight, don't want you falling off angel.”

He revved the engine a bit and that's when you snaked your arms around him and laid your head on his back. He grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze and off he was. Feeling the wind on your face and holding on to Bucky gave you a sense of peace. Weaving in and out of lanes you both head into Brooklyn. Your first stop is a small bodega near the cemetery. To your luck you were able to find what you came for, even a small bear with a blue bow around its neck to match Bucky's eyes. When he picked up the bear he had a sad look on his face.

“Are you sure you're okay with this? We can head back home if this is too much?”

“No no it's ok, it's just I didn't realize how much I missed my sister.” You give him a hug from behind and hold him tight. You turn to face him and give him a smile, which he returns. After paying for your items, you ride the next few blocks to the cemetery. When you arrive you are pleasantly surprised to see several families gathered around various graves. It makes your heart swell knowing that you can do this Bucky. “Do you know where they are and are they all together?” “Yeah they are just over in the direction.” You pass by a few families on your way, and greet them as you pass by. Once you pass a big oak tree Bucky stops, there in front of you is George & Winifred Barnes as well as next to them is Rebecca buried with her husband. As Bucky stands there you get to work. You start laying the marigolds all around the headstones and once they are perfect you place a few candles and start lighting them. Next you grab the bag from the bodega and place a box of 3 cigars, a small pie and the teddy bear. After you made sure everything was in its place you kneeled there just admiring it. You look over your shoulder and look up at Bucky, you left up your hand for him to take and he kneels next to you.

“This is your family so if you want some time alone I can just stand a few feet away.” Before you get up he stops you and gives you a hug, “No please stay, I want to introduce you.” “I would love that.”

“Hey ma, dad i know i should have visited sooner but better late than never. I want to introduce you to someone, this is y/n she's an avenger like me and she can talk to animals and they understand her.”

“Hi Mr & Mrs Barnes it's an honor to meet the people responsible for raising such an amazing man.” You both look at each other like you're the only 2 around. After a few more seconds he looks to his right at Rebecca's headstone. “Hey Becca, you have no idea how much I miss you little sister.” As he is trying to compose himself you rub his back reassuring him you are there for him. Taking a shaky breath he starts to speak to her again. “Becca this is y/n, I think you two would have gotten along really well.” “Hey Becca, it's great to meet you. I bet you have some great stories about your brother.” With a mischievous smile you both start to laugh a little bit.

“If you don't mind, I'd like to say a little prayer for them? Are you alright with that?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You take out your rosary and begin a simple prayer.

“Descanso eterno, concédeles, oh señor, y brille para ellos la luz perpetua. Que las almas de todos los fieles difuntos, por la misericordia de Dios, descansen en paz Amén.” (Eternal rest, grant unto them, oh lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace Amen.) As you spoke the prayer, Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off you. You spoke so beautifully, all he could think of that moment is how much he wanted to kiss you. “What did you just say? It sounded so beautiful?” Bowing your head , you told him. “Basically I was praying that your family find their light and find a peaceful and eternal rest.” You turned to look at him and he had this look in his eyes, like he found his own peace right here with you. He moves closer to you holding your face in his hands. He wipes a tear you don't notice falling, and looks at your lips and then back to your eyes. You do the same, as that magnet starts pulling you both closer. It's stronger than ever and finally your lips collide in a soft but passionate kiss. You bring your hands up to hold on to his shoulders to ground yourself. Bucky moves his hands down your arms and to your back and brings your bodies closer. He licks your bottom lip and you moan giving him permission for his tongue to enter. The kiss get hungrier and you bring your hands to his hair and scratch his scalp and he moans into the kiss. You smile into the kiss knowing you did that to him. You both break from the kiss each holding the other's face, two goofy smiles then a bit of laughter.

“I never thought our first kiss would be in a cemetery in front of my parents headstones” You both laugh again. “Me either but here we are. Sometimes when the time is right you just know.” “Come on angel, let's gather this stuff up and I’ll take you dinner, how does that sound?” “Oh definitely, I'm starving.”

After a dinner of burgers and fries at a local diner, you make your way back to the compound. It seems to take a little longer this time, you notice he's taking the long way home thinking he doesn't want the night to end just yet. Once you see the buildings in the distance your day is coming to an end. You don't want to let go once he parks his motorcycle in the garage. You both just sit on the bike for another 5 minutes just keeping him in your embrace. He turns his head to look at you and you lock eyes ending up in a kiss that takes your breath away. His left hand is in your hair wanting you to be closer to him. You are able to swing your left leg in front of him and straddle him on the front of the bike. He takes the helmet off, never breaking the kiss. After several minutes of your hot motorcycle make out session. You pull away, lips swollen, chests heaving, both of you have lust blown eyes. You break the silence first. “Wow!”

“Yeah, I've never kissed on a motorcycle before. We should do that more often, that was hot” You put your head on his chest and start laughing. All of a sudden you hear Apollo howl. “Well that's my cue, he needs to be let out to take his run.” “Well I better not keep his momma any longer.” He gets off the bike first then helps you slide off next. Walking hand in hand to elevators you head up to the living quarters. Just as the elevators open you spot Apollo licking Sam within an inch of his life. You walk over to them laughing. “Apollo, what have I told you about slobbering all over Sam?” You speak to him through your powers and let him know what not to do and apologize for not being home sooner. When you're done you head back to the elevators to let him run around the grounds. You pass Bucky and give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I'll be back in 15 mins, want to cuddle and watch tv in the living room when i get back?” “That sounds fantastic, meet you back here in 20 then.” “Okay.” While you head down to the front lawn, Sam comes up to Bucky with wide eyes. “Where do you guys go and what was that kiss about?”

“I finally went to see my family at the cemetery and y/n opened my eyes to a whole new world of her culture I don't know how to describe.”

“Really how did that happen?”

“I think that's something you're gonna have to ask her but tomorrow, i want to spend more time with her tonight.”

After letting Apollo run around with a local wolf pack in the area, you head back inside to change into comfy clothes and meet Bucky in the living room. You both end up cuddled under a blanket watching tv and just talking until 3 in the morning. You both fall asleep in each other's arms and it's the best sleep you both have had in a while.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x latina reader #bucky barnes x mutant reader #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fandom

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bigfan-fanfic · 4 years ago

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We’re Retired (Demigod!Male!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Requested by anonymous for Bucky x retired!Demigod reader becoming mentors/team dads for young heroes

Bucky doesn’t really think things can surprise him anymore, but learning that his soon-to-be husband is really the son of an ancient god is pretty out there.

But the moment he falls in love, he starts to see things he never noticed before. Magic, yes, but also monsters.

“There are kids who get hunted by this stuff?” Bucky had nearly roared in outrage. “There’s nowhere they can go to be safe?”

He doesn’t feel any better about Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter, because in his mind, they just condition those poor kids to accept this life and the endless cycle of hero and monster.

So Bucky decides to take a stand.

Working together with you, Bucky uses some of Tony’s money to buy an estate somewhere in the central United States in order to be able to be an easier journey for demigods that can’t make it all the way to Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. While it mainly consists of a large mansion and a grand field surrounded by high walls of Celestial bronze - the gods end up contributing quietly because even if they’re terrible parents, they do want their kids to be safe.

Basically they start their own Camp, but instead of teaching them how to obey heroic convention, they work on supporting them on whatever path they decide to take. Older demigods are invited to come teach during the winter months for the year-rounders so they can eventually go to college when they feel safe to.

While respect is given to the gods, there is no rigidity in this Winter Camp - people have one or two roommates in their own room in the mansion (cabins are made into a small village around the Winter House as these kids get older and move out to make room for more incoming demigods), and there is no division due to godly parent.

The traditions of the other camps are eschewed. Gone is the heroics of CHB and the military nature of CJ, instead the young heroes are encouraged to form squads to have each other’s backs in battle. Bucky teaches unorthodox combat, and more modern weapons are forged for the kids to give them the benefits of advanced construction.

It’s a safe place, and Bucky feels really good about making it easier for these kids to live their lives in peace. The Roman demigods tend to call him Papa Wolf, and the name sticks (you are referred to as something depending on your godly parent)

In any case, these kids come to you for help or guidance, and it seems to help Bucky feel more confident. And when there are monster attacks, even Bucky is able to get out there and defend your home with you.

“My ma always told me I’d have lots of kids,” Bucky tells you in bed one day. “I don’t think she would’ve expected this way.”

It’s possible that eventually you might get the offer of immortality - Bucky will refuse to accept it unless it means he can stay with you forever. Even the Fields of Punishment hold no fear for him if you’re with him.

Bucky just loves not only getting to be with you, but getting to do so much good for so many lives.

#male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #winter soldier x male reader #captain america headcanons #marvel headcanons #headcanons #demigod reader #pjo headcanons #pjo x male reader

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 2 - preparations

*i realized today was Saturday and was like “oh holy shit time to post part 2!! so enjoy!*

*felt like doing another episode entrance to this so deal with it*

-a camera pans from Auradon to the isle of the lost, zooming in on a large ship that held the symbol of Harriet Hook, the camera zoom fades into Harriet watching her crew move around the deck, a small stack of papers in her hand-

Harriet glanced up suddenly as Xiaohui slid down from rope as she switched out with another member of the crew for lookout in the crow's nest “what ‘cha got there captain?” she hummed, stepping next to Harriet and leaning over to look at the papers.

“just stuff that king beasty sent me, something about guardians for the twins, Sammy, and CJ” Harriet muttered, folding the papers and shoving them into her inner jacket pocket. “apparently because im a legal adult” Xiaohui rose her brow in confusion and Harriet waved it off “Auradon thing I don’t know, but since I’m an adult, they think that I can be the twin's guardian and they are trying to see if I can be CJ’s at the same time since im her sister n stuff” Xiaohui nodded a bit and looked back at the crew, most of which was getting the new supplies of food and water into the lower decks for safekeeping.

“I’m slightly impressed that (y/n) girl actually kept her word” Xiaohui hummed, crossing her arms and leaning on Harriet a bit, who pushed her back with her shoulder “like only a week ago the king announced the new program for us getting better shit and its already in full effect.”

“I think (y/n) scares whoever's in charge of that stuff and made ‘em work faster” Harriet snorted, remembering when she had passed by the main market almost everyone was whispering about the Auradon girl that had kicked her father's ass and left him as an amputee.

“well, she sure scared the fuck out me when she went apeshit on your dad” Xiaohui chuckled, pushing off the rails of the ship and about to walk towards the crew as they began to head out for another shipment “so how long do you think it gonna be before they get the next group of kids off” Harriet looked off for a moment.

“well with the letter Harry sent me, they are aiming for at least within the month, and at most within the next two, but first they got to get the guardian shit out of the way first” Xiaohui nodded, glanced back at the crew then back at Harriet, “I think once we get over there, I’ll be able to help out with choosing more kids to come over to Auradon, Evie might have her heart in the right place but she hardly even knows any kids, I have a lot more tabs on everyone on here and will be able to help get those who need it more off first.”

Xiaohui nodded again, understanding that the crew would probably be left on the isle for a bit longer just to make sure everything was running smoothly on their side, to make sure no one ruined a single kids chances at getting a better life. “now go on, Im pretty sure Sammy’s about to trip over nothing there”

Xiaohui turned and sighed, running over to Sammy and catching his arm just as he stumbled forward, she chided him as they walked off the ship and towards the barges again to collect the last of their shipments.

Harriet let out a small sigh and took out the papers again, tapping her foot anxiously as she flipped through the “guardian” application copies that Ben had sent her just in case she wasn’t able to be the twins and CJ’s guardian, and they needed someone from Auradon to be their guardian.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Skipper Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sterling Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eugene Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sammy Smee - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

Harriet raised her brow at the repeat of applicants, especially the Wendy Darling one, considering she dealt with her father and uncle Smee first hand. Though (y/n) had written on the blank side of the applications that Wendy had applied for that exact reason.

She folded away the Smee papers and looked at her little sister's Guardian application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Calista Jane Hook - parent; James Hook

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eric & Ariel Barnes, Tiana Maldon’

Once again Wendy Darling and freaking King Eric and Queen Ariel had applied to be a guardian of her “family” Harriet sighed again and let her hands drop to her thighs, staring off at nothing as she thought about the upcoming future.

She broke out of her trance as a sheepish Dizzy stepped onto the deck, hands clenching tightly to her denim jacket “um…Harriet?” she squeaked, stepping forward a bit as Celia, Dr.Facilier daughter, pushed her towards Harriet “I-I was wondering if there was anything about…me in those papers King Ben sent you?”

Harriet brought up the papers again and flipped through them, nodding as she spotted Dizzy’s name on a guardian application and a blue envelope “yeah” Harriet muttered, handing the envelope to Dizzy and glancing back down at the application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Dizzy Tremaine - parent; Drizella Tremaine

Guardian applicant(s) - Ella Charming, Fairy Godmother, Anita Radcliffe’

She handed the younger VK the application a moment later and the girl gasped as she read the names of the people who signed up to be her guardian “Cinderella? Fairy Godmother??” she squeaked, crunching the papers in her hand as Celia walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder “why would they-holy moly!!!”

“please just say fuck” Celia laughed, snatching the application from Dizzy and looking it over, curling her lip at all the other information details under the main application script. “wow that’s a lot of shit do to”

The guardian applicants had to fill out most of their information, sign waivers, and multiple other things just to be the guardian of a singular kid.

“oh, Harriet?” Harriet looked up at the call of her name and raised her brow as Dizzy held out the letter she had gotten from Evie, pointing at the back of it “there's some stuff for you on the back of the letter”

She grabbed it from Dizzy and started to read, not recognizing the handwriting but it had been signed by (y/n).

-Hey Harriet, so real quick all I need you to do is pick out who YOU would want to be your fams guardians (aka CJ, the twins, and Sammy) and we’ll pick out who we think is best with your opinion in mind. the kids are never obligated to interact with their guardians but I thought you would be more comfortable knowing exactly who the guardians were.

There are two pieces of blank paper in the envelope with Dizzy’s name on it, one for Dizzy to write back to Evie and one for you to write to me.

-see you soon, (y/n) (l/n)

Ps. Gil and Harry scream-said “hi”-

Harriet snorted at the last bit and folded the letter back up and gave it back to Dizzy “ey Dizzy” the younger vk looked up at her with wide eyes, Celia peeking over her shoulder “who would you rather be your guardian, Cinderella, FG, or that Anita chick?” Dizzy looked off for a moment then shrugged.

“um, I don’t know?...I guess which everyone Evie picks out is okay?” Dizzy gave a slightly uncomfortable grin before jumping as Harriet's crew started to return and lug the last of the new supplies abord. “oh, um, I have to go, bye!” Before she could leave, Harriet grabbed Dizzy’s shoulder and grabbed the envelope from her, taking out one of the blank papers then letting the vk go on her way. Dizzy and Celia turned on their heels and raced off the ship, Dizzy’s letter from Evie clenched tightly in her hand.

Harriet hummed to herself and lifted the papers again, looking at the notes next to the guardian applicants that (y/n) had put.

She made eye contact with Xiaohui and nodded at her, the girl nodding back and taking command of the ship as Harriet moved to go into the captain's quarters. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as Xiaohui took command, he might have been the first mate but he was horrible at being in control of things.

Harriet sat down at her creaky old cherrywood desk, grabbed a pen, and started to write.

“im still surprised that we actually got more people signing up to be guardians for the vks” you chuckled setting down the copy of Dizzy’s file and leaning back on Bens desk “I mean, almost all of them are repeats for the first round but my point still stands” Ben smiled and nodded.

“yeah, something about since the first round went well enough that people are not as averse to being guardians for the vks” Ben signed off a paper with a flourish of his wrist and set it aside. “though we might have to figure out something else as we go along, I don’t think there are enough adults in Auradon to claim every single kid on the isle, even if one person can claim two kids”

You sighed and nodded, rubbing the side of your head slightly “yeah, and at some point, we need to figure out another way to transfer kids off safely without having to go through the whole ‘guardian’ thing, because eventually, we will run out of guardians”

Gil, who had joined you and Ben for today's ‘vk shit’ meeting, looked up from his bowl of grapes “oh this reminds me of when Harry and I went to the animal shelter with Carlos, and-and um, there was a bunch of rooms for the cats n dogs n stuff and Carlos asked something about chips and the lady said that as long as the worker was licensed, they could claim the animal” he looked back down at his snack as you and Ben looked at him with wide eyes “what?”

“that-that was the weirdest thing you have ever said” you laughed, shaking your head a bit and crossing your legs at the ankles. Ben smiled at the blonde-haired vk and turned back to his papers, then popped his head back up with sparkling eyes and a wide grin.

“THAT’S IT!” you and Gil jumped slightly at his suddenly loud voice. Ben stood and pointed at Gil “Gil that is brilliant!”

You and Gil looked to each other then back at Ben “Ben please tell me you didn’t get an idea from Gil's weird rambling?” you laughed, leaning back a bit as Ben's grinning face turned to you. “you did….what is it then?”

“A shelter for vks!!!” Ben exclaimed, bouncing on his heels as he moved away from his desk and towards a large blue painted filing cabinet to the left of his desk. “here in Auradon! And I have just the place for it!!! And-and we can start an organization just for people to be guardians for vks! And we can figure out a system to have one person be responsible for multiple kids so we’ll never run out of them!” he rushed back to his desk and threw a set of building blueprints along with the deeds to the building.

You looked over the papers, raising your brows as you realized you were looking at a large castle that was written in Bens name “that…doesn’t sound like a bad idea?” you laughed, picking up the blueprints as Gil pawed at the deed. “in my world there's a thing called orphanages or foster systems, they kinda suck but usually there is one or two people in charge or responsible for sometimes over twenty kids, so this could work for our vks if we do it correctly and get good people” Ben grinned and nodded, grabbing the paper from you and shaking it in his hands.

“and-and! This castle, which was my parents, is in my name! I can do whatever I want with it! Let's turn it into the shelter! It's near the ocean too so these kids can see the real ocean every day and go swimming or build sandcastles whenever they want!!! And-and during the summer! Or warm days! I can hire people to take the kids on boat rids or-or!” you laughed and set your hands on Ben’s shoulders, calming him down a bit.

“Ben! Amazing ideas, love them, let's take it one step at a time, first we get Harriet and the others off” you gestured to the stack of papers for the six vks that held their information “then we start working on the shelter and the guardian organization, not baby steps, just one step at a time” Ben took a deep breath and nodded, the grin still wide on his face

“then let's finish up! All that’s left is choosing their guardians! Then we can send the limo next week!!!” he set down the castle blueprints and picked up two of the vk folders, handing you and Gil the last three “we got no time to lose!”

Celia slyly glanced up from her cards as Dizzy danced around her grandmother's hair salon, her aunt and mother busy working on some client's hair as Dizzy swept up the fallen locks. “now Diz” Anastasia, Dizzy’s aunt started to speak, the young vk immediately stopping in her little chore and looking to her “remember, while there will be people there that will accept you with open arms there will inevitably be people that will be out to hurt you” Dizzy’s shoulders dropped at the reminder and slowly nodded “that doesn’t mean we don’t want you going, it just means that even in Auradon it's not a fully safe space, there will always be assholes in every place” the clients ignored the surprisingly supportive talk from Anastasia and looked down at their torn magazines.

Dizzy sighed and nodded again “I understand” Dizzy smiled, starting on her chores again, though with less energy than she had a moment before. Celia looked away from Dizzy and shuffled her cards, laying them out on the table in front of her and closing her eyes, focusing her energy on Dizzy and hovering her hand over the cards.

In her mind's eye, three cards seemed to glow. She quickly picked them out and flipped them over to show their art. Celia opened her eyes, and looked at the first card, which symbolized Dizzy’s past.

The reversed fool. Celia furrowed her brows; Dizzy had been taken advantage of? When? Then again, Celia hummed looking to the next card, this was the isle, being taken advantage of was a daily thing, especially for someone like Dizzy who sometimes could be a bit airheaded.

The next card, which symbolized Dizzy’s present, was the upright chariot. Dizzy was heading in the right direction then huh? She was going to Auradon soon after all. Celia looked to the last card, which symbolized Dizzy’s future.

The upright sun. Celia nodded again, Dizzy’s adventures in Auradon would be successful then, all the more reason to see if she could stay on Dizzy’s good side even after she left for Auradon so that maybe one day Celia could have that success as well.

“watcha doin?” Dizzy asked suddenly, peeking over Celia’s shoulder as the younger VK jumped and threw herself over her cards. Celia looked back at Dizzy with a pout.

“if you have to know” Celia sighed, pushing off the table and gesturing to the now strewn about cards. “I was reading your fortune, I got curious” Dizzy hummed at that and kneeled next to Celia slightly, looking at the cards that were still facing up.

“what do they mean?” Dizzy asked, picking up the upright chariot and tilting it in her hands.

“just stuff from your past, present, and future. Your past is not the best, your present is going in the right direction, and your future is bright, that’s basically what those say” Celia held out her hand, Dizzy setting the card and a few coins in her hand “uh-“ Dizzy grinned.

“well you did read my fortune, and I remember you said you never read without a payment!” Celia stared at Dizzy as the girl skipped over to her chalkboard with all her chores on it and checked off the sweeping chore. Then she started cleaning the windows, picking up a rag and a spray bottle with a blue liquid chemical in it.

Celia watched for a moment before looking at Dizzy’s aunt and mother, who finished up with their last clients and sent them along, getting their payment and reminding Dizzy to close up properly as they went upstairs to the family's apartment.

“Hey, Diz” Celia started, fixing up her cards and putting them into her hip cardholder. The older vk hummed and turned to look at Celia “you…you aren’t gonna forget me once you get to Auradon…will you?” Celia, while her original intentions with Dizzy were ill-intentioned and she just wanted to get a leg up on a future in Auradon by being friends with the vk that had connections already, but Dizzy was just that kinda person you couldn’t be fake around, and Celia had come to genuinely care for her.

Dizzy’s face bloomed into a bright smile that could blind the sun and she set down her rag and bottle, skipping over to Celia and hugging her tightly. Celia froze at the sign of affection and moved to push Dizzy off but stopped herself as Dizzy pulled back and shook her head “of course not! Once I get to Auradon I’ll make sure you’ll be the next one off, just after me! I would never leave you here willingly.” Celia felt her nose and eyes burn and she quickly twisted around, wiping her face as Dizzy giggled.

“sap” Celia chuckled, letting out a small breath as Dizzy slammed into her and wrapped her arms around Celia, shaking them around a bit “hey hey come on” Dizzy giggled again and released the young shadow witch, skipping back over to the rag and bottle and resuming her chores.

Celia let a smile grow on her face as she bopped her head to the song Dizzy started to hum as she took out her pocket watch and checked the time. “oh shit it's late, I got errands to do, bye dizzy!” Celia grabbed her bag and bolted out the salon door, rushing towards the market to grab a couple of things for her “boss”

Well, less boss and more someone who just hired her to grab stuff for him because he was a hermit and didn’t like going outside his little underground hidey-hole.

Celia skidded to a stop as she spotted the short ombre blue hair of Hadie, the son of Hades. Aka the son of her “boss”. Hadie was a tall, oddly buff, blue ombre haired, punk-styled villain kid, the oldest on the isle at that at, being born before Hades had been shipped off to the isle.

“hey,” she muttered, reaching around him and grabbing a couple of peaches, that were not bruised thanks to the fresh shipments that were coming as of late, from in front of the much larger vk. Hadie glanced down at her and opened his messenger bag, allowing Celia to dump the fruit into it. “what’ca here for?”

“stuff” Hadie simply replied in his usual dry tone, following Celia as she started to travel the merchant stands, grabbing what Hades had requested from her and letting her dumb the items into his messenger bag.

One of the merchants, which Celia had stolen from before on her own time, sneered at her, flinching back as the spotted Hadie just behind her just staring at him. The merchant looked away as Celia took two cans of corn and dumped them into Hadie’s bag, skipping away with the older vk following her.

“why does he let her do that?” one of the market keeps whispered to their friend, who shrugged and looked back down at her stock of oranges.

“dunno, but it keeps the creeps off of her and keeps a fight from breaking out so who am I to care?” Hadie glanced at them but kept pace behind Celia, scrunching his nose slightly as one of the merchants leered towards Celia, the merchant reeling back as Hadie flashed his pocket knife.

Celia smirked to herself knowing that Hadie was subtly protecting her as she picked up things for his dad, and with a snatch of some packs of water, she was done for the day. “come on!” she yelled back towards Hadie, who grabbed a small pack of blueberries and followed after her, digging his key to the opening of the mineshafts that lead to his dad's lair out of his pocket. Celia bounced on her heels as Hadie opened the gate and followed him inside.

The two foregoed the bicycle contraption and just walked down the length of the tunnel that lead to the main area, Hadie taking one of the water packs from Celia and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

He ignored the echoing bark that blasted in his ear as he passed by a speaker that his dad made him set up a couple of years ago to keep trespassers out. He and Celia finally made it to the main living area and Celia skipped down the wooden steps, setting one of the water packs on the large metal table in the next room.

Hades looked away from the fading tv and raised his brow as Hadie let Celia snatch the bag from around his neck and take out the items she had taken from the market. “you get everything kids?” Hades teased, standing and walking over to the vks, ruffling his son's hair and laughing a bit as the just shorter Hadie smacked his hand away. “yep” Celia nodded, turning and holding out her hand to Hades, who dug into his jacket, pulled out a small red velvet pouch, and dropped it into her hand, Celia tugged it open as Hadie reached around her to grab a small peach and moved to plop into his dad's makeshift minecart seat. Celia nodded five rubies and several silver coins. “pleasure making business with cha’” Celia held out her hand, grinning as Hades gave it an exaggerated shake and skipped out of the lair, leaving the two gods behind.

She skipped all the way back to the hair salon and moved into the alleyway just next to Hades restaurant. Celia knocked a specific rhythm on the spray-painted door with the words ‘Pa Deranje’ on them. As it slid open Celia slipped through and ran into the quiet arcade her dad manned when school was out for the summer.

“Daddy~!” Celia cheered, running towards her father as he spotted her and held out his hands to lift her up and around.

“Cher~!” he called back, setting her back on her feet and wrapping his arms around her shoulder “so how was the hussle tonight?”

Celia grinned and held up the red velvet bag, her father grinning and holding out his hand. Celia dropped it into his palm and sat down at his fortune reading table, gasping happily at the steaming bowl of food that was resting in front of her.

Her father gestured for her to eat as he dug into the bag, nodding to himself as he saw the inside. He took out the silver coins and set them in front of Celia, stashing the rubies away for safekeeping as they were a higher currency on the isle.

“mmmhmm!” Celia hummed happily around her food, kicking her legs as she took another full bite of the soup-like meal. “what is this?!”

“good ol’ Gumbo my dear” Facilier took a seat in front of her and dug into his own bowl of Gumbo. “found all I needed to make it with at the market, thanks to those shipments” Facilier laughed at his daughter as she eagerly downed the gumbo, reaching out slightly to slow her “now slow down there cher, it’s a bit strong” Celia glanced at him and obeyed, setting the bowl back down and swallowing her current mouthful of food. “now after this you head straight to bed, it’s almost nine am and you’ve been up since eight yesterday” Celia went to object but stopped as her father gave her a look.

“fine” she pouted, smiling behind her bowl as he nodded and reached out to tweak her ear.

The two finished their “dinner” in comfortable silence, Celia finished first and stood from the table, giving her dad a quick kiss and hug before running up to the apartment where she and her dad stayed.

Facilier sighed and took the two empty bowls and followed Celia up the apartment, counting down from 5 and nodding as the telltale sign of Celia’s room door closing sounded just as he reached 0.

While the isle was just a bit better nowadays, thanks to the program that Hooks sons girl had started, he still hoped one day his little girl would be in Auradon one day and never have to worry about where her next meal would come from.

“one day cher” Facilier whispered to himself, setting his top hat on the hat rack and moving to his room “one day you’ll get your cut.”

-end of part 2-

here it is! part 2!!! hope yall liked it, and yes, Dr.Facilier is a good dad, i liked that in the OG D3 so thats what i kept, Hades is kinda an asshole but Hadie is Persephone's kid he’s gonna love and tease the young punk looking god to death, Dizzy's aunt is kinda nice, grandma still ain't but Anastasia was redeemed twice in the Cinderella sequels. anyway yeah tell me what u think and i hoped yall liked! part 3 next Saturday!

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psychiatristreturning · 4 years ago

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i wouldn’t mind (sam seaborn x reader)

word count: 1k a/n: for @duck2005. i kind of like this idk. please request more. warnings: none, just fluff masterlist

Time seemed to stand still as you listened to your dad drone on as you sat in your families farmhouse in Manchester, waiting for your uncle, the president, to arrive. You hadn’t seen your uncle in quite some time, and he absolutely adored you, and always had since you were a child. He had helped nurture your love of English literature and writing even though he wasn’t much of a writer himself.

“Dad, could you just stop talking for one minute?” you cringed at the harshness of your words, “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” you were meeting the entire staff, and you weren’t ready to meet them.

Your dad set down his glass of water, “I know, but there is nothing to be worried about. They’re gonna love you.”

You gave him a tight and unconvincing smile, “I’m just going to go upstairs,”. You trotted up the creaking stairs to one of the many rooms, the room which you were staying in, and laid down on the bed. The many books in the room did nothing to entertain you and you were about to give up, when you heard police sirens, knowing the motorcade was here.

You leaped off your bed and downstairs, to see your parents standing on the porch, you joined them, trying to keep the eager smile off your face. Secret Service walked up beforehand and stood on the steps as your uncle came up the stairs. He opened up his arms to you and embraced you tightly. “I missed you Y/N.”

“I missed you too,”

He stepped back and looked at you, “Later you’ll have to tell me about what you’re working on.”

You nodded as he said hello to the rest of your family. The senior staff stood at the bottom of the steps looking very tired, or that could just be what they look like constantly. Everyone looked worn except for a short man standing next to whom you presumed was Toby Ziegler. The man looked like he had never known a bad day in his life. His small, yet hopeful smile, made you smile.

The first other person who came up was Leo, of course he was the only member of the senior staff you knew. He hugged you and the two of you exchanged pleasantries it was having been a long time since you saw each other.

~~~~

Introductions were odd to say the least, Donna was nice as all get out, Josh was just horrifically awkward, Toby is monumentally sad at all times, CJ was annoyed, but she just seemed tired, Charlie was the most sweet and polite man ever, and the very happy guy was Sam. Sam was excited and interested in meeting you, though he did stumble over his words quite a bit. You found it endearing.

The White House staffers had- for some reason- gone to the barn to work on and discuss the speech for the campaign announcement. You were in your room trying to work on an analysis of songs in Rent for a project you were hired to do. That was until Charlie knocked on your door to ask you if you could come down and help with the speech.

“I don’t know, Charlie.”

“Y/N, please, the president asked.”

You took a deep breath, “Sure, why not?” You followed Charlie through the house and into the barn where the grumpy staffers were sitting and CJ was staring at a snake. You knocked softly on the wall, as not to startle anyone. “Hello,”

Everyone turned to you not expecting you, your uncle opened his arms to you and ushered you in, “Everyone, you met Y/N. Well she has a degree in English and specializes in analyzing text and speeches.” he handed you a copy of the speech. You began to read it, everyone’s expectant eyes on you.

Toby timidly spoke up, “What do you think?”

Your eyes continued to scan the words on the page, “It’s good, don’t get me wrong, and yes I understand that this is a presidential speech, but what is with the extremely flowery language?” you chuckled, “As a citizen I would like to see a president who is smart, of course, but maybe don’t flaunt incredible academic ability in a campaign speech. He is speaking to the public not the pope.”

CJ had her gaze fixed on you, “I like her,”

Then Sam spoke, “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” he picked up his copy of the speech distractedly. No one had ever given him true feedback like that, and Sam enjoyed it. Sam enjoyed you, even though you had only talked to him twice he wanted to talk more. Luckily that night he was able to.

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The dark bar was bustling with life in Manchester that night. Sam weaved through the crowd trying to find you in the crowded bar. He found you sitting alone at a high-top writing in a notebook. He tapped your shoulder, “Hey,”

You turned to him and smiled, “Hi!” you tilted your head at the seat across from you, “You wanna sit?”

He gratefully accepted the offer and sat across from you, “Hey-” you both started, he gestured to you, “Go ahead.”

“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to make fun of your writing.”

He laughed, “It’s really fine, you’re wonderfully smart. Plus, no one besides Toby ever gives me feedback, it’s nice to have a fresh pair of eyes looking.”

“Thanks, you both are amazing writers.” you looked down at your hands. You pondered what to say next to the incredibly attractive man across from you.

Thankfully he picked up the conversation, “Hey could I have your number? I’d like to see you again if you wouldn’t mind?” he cringed at his words.

You looked up at him again, “I wouldn’t mind.”

#sam seaborn x reader #sam seaborn #tww #the west wing #west wing

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astraeagreengrass · 5 years ago

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Right Where You Are, That’s Where I Am

Sometimes, finding yourself means finding someone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1.904

Warnings: Angst, allusions to violence and PTSD, fluffy ending

A/N: This is my submission to @wkemeup’s 4K Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Mariner’s Apartment Complex” by Lana del Rey. Thank you Kas for having me and congratulations on such an impressive milestone! ♡

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky Barnes or any other fictional characters mentioned in this story - they are property of Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. The title belongs to Lana Del Rey. The plot is my own creation.

You lose your way, just take my hand You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again

The plane left you in the border of Burundi.

From the muddy, narrow airstrip to the meeting point it took you four hours in a 1977 Jeep CJ-7. The air-conditioner was broken, forcing you to roll down the windows hoping for some breeze, but no such luck. Your hair was stuck to your nape and your skin collected mosquito bites as you drove through the heart of Africa, trailing the Mwiruzi river, guided only by an old printed map and a vibranium compass.

You reached the village at nightfall. Less than twenty houses formed a semi-circle around a tiny square, a well right in the middle of it. It was similar to hundreds of other villages you passed through on your way, but a rune drawn in white paint on the door of the house closest to the road gave it away as the right one.

You parked the Jeep beneath a Tamboti tree, tucking the keys under the passenger’s side seat cushion. Taking your backpack and a black duffel bag, you exited.

Nakia was waiting for you at the porch of the seventh house, a fussing baby in her arms. She was trying to soothe him with a lullaby sung in xhosa, her melodious voice the only sound apart from the crickets, but the child was insistent. Realizing she wouldn’t acknowledge you until the child was calm, you sat in the rickety wooden porch step, tucking your head between your knees. You hadn’t slept in over two days and finally finding Nakia gave you some unexpected relief that allowed the exhaustion to creep in.

“We’re leaving in the morning” she announced a few minutes later, when the baby surrendered to sleep. “You can rest until then.”

You wouldn’t, but it was nice of her to offer.

“It’s safe here” she added and you just nodded. That wasn’t enough guarantee to let your guard down.

Nakia sighed, only minor frustrated. Your behaviour annoyed her, but she knew she couldn’t demand much from you, even if you did look dead on your feet.

“Come on” she said, mentioning with her head for you to follow her inside. The house consisted of a single room, a kitchen, and two long, pic-nic style tables. It was relatively full, which immediately startled you, but your deft gaze was quick to assess that these people were more suspicious of you than you were of them.

There were no adult men, only women and children. The oldest boy appeared to be around twelve, and was carefully tucked to his mother’s side. There were other babies like the one Nakia extended to a girl sitting by the door, before exclaiming in igbo:

“Ayo! The milk is here!”

Ayo was a middle-aged woman mixing food by the stove. She nodded, but made no move to step away from her careful cooking.

“Are you hungry?”

You were, but it didn’t look like you were welcome. Regardless, Nakia mentioned you forward. Taking the black duffel bag from your hands, your host started taking out the cans of milk formula you bought in Johannesburg.

The request seemed odd to you at first: why did Nakia, the Kenyan heiress turned Wakandan spy, needed dozens of cans of milk formula somewhere in Tanzania? It looked as though this room was the answer.

Ayo wordessly placed a bowl of githeri in front of you. It was delicious and you didn’t hesitate when she offered you seconds. While you ate, Nakia and the cook stacked the cans in neat piles on the cabinet under the sink. You were still eating when they finished.

"We'll take your car to Mukigina" Nakia stated. "Someone will get us there."

"When?"

"In sixteen hours."

"How long from here to Mukigina?"

"A little over seven hours if we go off the road."

You shrugged. You've been going off the road for a while now.

"Can I ask you something?" she leaned closer to you. Nakia could easily be mistaken by one of your sisters, with her flawless features and deadly skills. But the gleam in her eyes, still present after all the terrible things she's seen during her undercover work as a War Dog, set her apart from the daughters of the Red Room. She wasn't broken, battered and bruised on the inside like you were. And all the horrors she'd witnessed weren't caused by her. "How did you know he was in Wakanda?"

You met Nakia at an underground casino in Busan right after the fall of Hydra. She was following a lead on a poacher of and you were following a lead on him. When the poacher turned out to be more vicious than she expected, it was your bullet in his head that solved the problem. You never met again - until two weeks ago, when you saw her standing next to the Wakandan king at the United Nations.

"My sister was with your king in the summer" you explained. "In Germany."

"Oh" her eyebrows rose so high they disappeared under her headscarf. "Romanoff?"

"Yeah."

"That explains how you know him."

You snorted.

"How did you think I knew him?"

"I don't know..." she trailed off. "Honestly, for the past two years I've thought about you constantly. You saved my life and I couldn't even say a proper thank you before you disappeared. I thought maybe you were an Avenger, but you're too squirmish for that. And none of them wear black, do they? They love their bright colors."

You laughed, the first real one in a long time.

Nakia patted you on the shoulder gently.

"I meant what I said earlier. You should get some sleep."

"Sleep isn't really my thing" you muttered.

"Every single girl in this village was rescued from the Boko Haram. We secured this location a couple of months ago because these men, these terrorists… They don't care about the women they steal, but they do care about their children. Especially if they're boys. So don't be ashamed of your nightmares, 'cause we're used to them around here."

You scanned the room. Most of the girls had left, but there were still three huddling by the stove, listening carefully to Ayo's instructions. They didn't look a day older than sixteen. At sixteen, you'd already killed more men than you could count with both hands. You wondered if they'd kill their kidnappers if given the chance.

Nakia's room was in the house next door. Moonlight filtered in through the curtainless window, bathing the small chamber in silver glow. You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

In less than a day, you'd gone from old cars and dirty roads to spaceships and hover carriers.

Birnin Zana - The Golden City - rose miraculously under the savanna sun. Skyscrapers as high was the eye could see, a protective dome and cutting-edge technology - all of it coexisting in perfect harmony with nature and ancient traditions.

Nakia placed you in a hut in the outskirts of the city - close enough that you could visit Princess Shuri’s laboratory everyday but far enough that the locals wouldn’t be bothered by a foreigner’s presence.

The first week was torture. Blurry recollections of your past haunted your dreams, leaving you gasping for air, staring out the window until the first light appeared behind the trees. From dawn to dusk you'd stay at the lab, guarding his frozen body like a ghost.

It finally got on Shuri’s nerve.

“That’s it. I'm kicking you out."

She sent you to the Dora Milaje. Their leader, Okoye - tall, gorgeous and intimidating - was apparently looking forward to meet you. On a grassy field overlooking the river she handed you a wooden stick.

"Let's set how you fight without a gun" she said with a smirk.

It was disastrous. Okoye and the other warriors were graceful, silent and fast like cheetahs, meanwhile you were a hippo in heels, scrambling with the wooden stick. Madame B's voice taunted you, like the devil on your shoulder, seething everytime they bested you. On the fourth day of training your demons finally caught up to you and you broke down.

Okoye held you, whispering in soft Yoruba that you were safe.

A month later you braved the market. Manioc, okra and tomatoes in a booth, turmeric, cardamom and nutmeg in the other. The smell was intoxicating, swirling in your brain in gormandize like never before. You left chewing on a ripe piece of watermelon, pink juice staining your lips, with a pot of African violets cradled in your arms.

The violets were placed in your kitchen table - two seats, one for you and one for him when he came. Soon afterwards they were joined by a banana bunch, plucked from the tree in your yard.

The discovery of the banana tree made way for lettuce, eggplant and pumpkin. The seeds were gifted to you by Queen Ramonda herself and they took to the soil like sand to sea. When you noticed the first green leaf sprouting from the earth, you wept. Your hands, once made for killing, were now giving life.

The food welcomed the children. They'd play in your yard, sidestepping the flower beds like a dance. When they grew tired, they barged in, all five or six of them demanding lemonade and strawberries and questions.

"What does snow feels like?"

"Do you miss Russia?"

"Is it true the Americans think Africa is a country?"

Like ground ice. No. Some of them do, yes.

It was late December when Shuri gave you the news.

"We're ready to wake him up."

They placed his sleeping body on the bed, saying that he should rise by himself in a few hours. Suddenly, you were fourteen again, waiting behind bulletproof doors in a secret facility in Siberia, waiting to meet him for the first time. Only he wasn't the Asset or Soldat anymore. He had a name, a history, a mind of his own.

You'd killed for him. Tortured innocents. Thwarted governments. Broke a thousand rules just to be closer to your forbidden lover. Schemed and lied looking for his freedom, uselessly. Lost yourself trying to find him.

"Come with me" Natalia pleaded. "That spy I was supposed to kill in Budapest… He spared me. Said he can take us both to America. S.H.I.E.L.D. will offer us protection."

"I can't" you refused. "I can't leave him."

"You'll die before you save him."

Your sister was wrong: you survived. And now, halfway across the world, fate gifted you with another chance.

The children woke him. They scurried out of the house, laughing and chanting. Emhlope ingcuka, they called him. White wolf.

James Buchanan Barnes found you gazing at the horizon beyond the lake. Slowly, testing his legs, he walked over to your side.

"Good morning" you smiled.

"Good morning."

"How are you feeling?" you asked.

"Good."

You turned then, eyes catching his in the warm daybreak. A breeze ruffled his hair and your skirt, a gentle reminder that it was real. You were real.

"James?" you tried, hesitantly.

"Bucky" he declared in triumph.

"Bucky" you liked it. It suited him. "It's nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm sorry it took so long."

His right hand squeezed yours. Callus and scars met callus and scars. Your rough edges molded into his in a perfect fit, in this new land that took you in as its own.

You were home.

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evanstarff · 6 years ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Summary: Bucky Barnes bakes – except when you’re home for Christmas a little earlier than expected.

Warnings: Swearing. Death by fluff. Implied smut.

A/N: This is for @buckysbeardliness Marvel Holiday Fluff Writing Challenge! Thank you for the opportunity to take part in this sweet challenge, CJ! My prompt was “18. Baking” with Bucky – two of my favourite things!

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Missions were much easier than this – all missions were much easier than this.

It had meant to be a quiet night. Flour carefully portioned, sugar dusted and concocted across four slabs of steaming trays. Egg whites separated just so and more portioned concoctions of cream and candy, baking powder, the dust of chocolate shavings and all other manner of spice and syrup that normally would’ve stayed in their pans, bowls – whatever you called them in this century, until they were ready. The acute chemistry of fitting elements together had an odd logical aspect to it that he appreciated.

Normally he had a better handle on things and given the whole therapeutic approach that baking seemed to unfurl in that strange, familiar part of his brain where he liked working with his hands – the batter, not the other work, though that was nice too – but honestly? This?

This was a monstrosity. In fact, Bucky was sure this was considered a form of torture in at least four courts of law.

It seemed easy enough on the outset, but halfway through the sheer guts of cookie dough and icing traced about all the unfamiliar places – it was this night, of all nights, when nothing seemed to fit. Gingerbread houses were not meant to be this hard, especially when complex tasks were the repertoire of one former assassin, who encompassed perfection in almost all skills.

“All. Skills.” Bucky muttered, knuckle-deep in icing sugar and sticky sweetness – more a desperate plea to convince himself than the universe.

You were off on a mission barely a week before Christmas and with ol’ mate Sam goddamn Wilson of all partners. Bucky had tried to convince Nat to accompany you – something about super spies and a specific brand of Russian expertise, but she merely smiled in that sly, disarming way of hers and told him, eyebrow quirking. “She can take care of herself, James – both of them can.”

He wasn’t sure what he hated more – the fact that Nat was right or the fact that he was still trying to recall your lips on his, all hot with yearning, hands sliding through his hair as Sam gagged in somewhere in the distance, a quick See you in a week, Barnes and a sparkle in your eyes and off you went.

That fact, or the other fact, or maybe in this monumental fact that trying to surprise you was a mistake.

“Bucky?”

“Shit, shit, shit–”

The words sounded off in his head, but he felt them blow past his lips. You were home early. Shit, fuckity shit indeed.

The door to your quarters slid closed with a quick snick and he felt the breath leave his lungs.

You’d tied your hair back in the way that seemed to almost brighten your cheekbones, your eyes and your face, dirt streaked across your nose, your forehead and the shadow of blood smeared on your chin. Afternoon light spilled worship about your face, making you almost glow in that special way of yours that he adored.

Bucky decided you truly had never looked more beautiful.

“Hey, what’re you–”

Your felt your heart warm through your chest and hot in your face as his sweet little project dawned on you. And him, watching you, eyes blue and grey and full with immeasurable affection coupled with that small smile on those lips you wished for in the long-felt days of the mission. Him with his dark hair, tied low at neck as shorter strands framed that face you adored and that he loved pulling close to his own, kissing then resting in the curve of your neck as you slept between the sheets.

God, you missed him.

God, he missed you.

It was so easy to be drawn to him, him to you, legs drawn across the room in a few long strides and then his lips were on yours, breathless, urgent and sweet all at once. Hands threading through his hair, round his neck, loosening the tie from those chestnut strands as fingers of skin and metal grappled with your zips and straps and all manner of attachments of your suit, touching skin and laughter gasping between lips.

“Missed me, did you?”

So much, Bucky answered with his hands, prickling heat through your skin and pulling you closer, flush against his chest as his mouth drew his very favourite sounds from your throat.

He smelled of spiced dough and sugar yet tasted sweeter somehow. It was a little more frantic than usual, feet tripping as you struggled to kick off your boots, hips nudging against hips as you almost collapsed into your room in the familiar tangle of limbs and muscle.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t seen him in over a week. Maybe it was Christmas and maybe the mission was harder than it probably should’ve been, what with every waking moment not devoted to the mission all swirled up and milked for every daydream of a boy of skin and metal and heart. Maybe it was each and all those things and even more the things that lay between skin and muscle, always sweet and hot in how he adored you, gave himself to you, like a servant might offer themselves to a god.

“What’s this?” He asked in the afterglow, warm fingers tracing thighs at an emerging smear of purple beneath the skin.

You glanced down, eyes narrowed before shrugging your shoulders. “It’ll pass – nothing major.”

“Oh really?” Fingers drifted higher, curling about your waist with cool metal and pulling you closer with a yelp from your lips that he kissed with earnest. “Do I need to put a bird back in his cage?”

You threw your head back, laughing, joy drawing lines across your face in one of his many favourite ways and god, he missed the sound.

“Actually,” you teased, fragments of memory coming back. “Had a hostile try to take me down, but she missed by a bee’s dick.” You curled that sweet chocolate strand behind his ear, eyes drawing to his own – so blue and so beautiful. “You can thank Sam for coming through with the whole saving me thing.”

Bucky scoffed. “If you say so.”

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t let you forget it,” you replied, kissing him quick and stupid, revelling in the way his hands cupped your face, safe and warm.

“What was that?”

“Hm?”

Lips travelled slow and feather-light along your jaw to the skin of your neck and the shiver licked its way down your spine, pulling heat through your body for the second – third? Fourth? – time that afternoon, and you almost forgot what you were asking.

“The kitchen.” Another kiss. “Were you baking?” Soft lips worked soft skin. “Was it gingerbread?” Behind your ear and oh, that shiver again.

He stopped and you let out a whimper of protest. “Darlin’, why are you thinking about food when I’m doing some of my best work here?”

Bucky watched your eyes narrow before realising too late the slyness behind them. Oh no.

“Baby, wait–”

And you were up and off, sheet wrapped expertly around that body he loved so well, hair mussed and still fresh from the mission – both that one and that one which went for a few rounds just the hour before before. Bucky quickly followed, almost tripping out of the bed with sounds of protest and kicking himself for not distracting you more with his expert skills.

“It’s not ready,” he told you, voice feeling a little bashful as he met you by the kitchen counter. He pressed his hands to the surface, watching your face run the full breadth of confusion, amusement, and then affection.

You surveyed the gingerbread architecture – or rather, the junkyard of spiced biscuit walls and candy. Icing was traced haphazardly in the way of Christmas lights and peppermint candy strewn across its base, candy guts in too many colours and not enough sense – all of them seemingly held together by the sheer rage of one determined former assassin as his marshmallow counterpart sat at its foreground in a blob of frustration.

“So,” you began, thoughtful curl in your lips as your gaze drifted from the delicious monstrosity before him to the delicious man before you. “Baking, huh?”

Bucky laughed softly. “Something like that.”

You glanced at the junkyard, found a piece and drew your body closer to him, savouring the way his eyes rested sweet and soft on yours. Bodies pulled closer, just a touch as you took a bite of the cookie in your hands.

Still good. Still sweet.

“It’s edible,” you teased, offering him your piece. “Want a bite?”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, mischief sparkling. “Already ate.”

“Bucky, no–”

Efforts to move away from him were fruitless as strong arms seized your body, firm around your waist, feet floating in the air as he kissed you.

He kissed you and kissed you and it lit up your whole world like Christmas.

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buckeverlasting · 6 years ago

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HC: Bucky and the reader have a toddler who likes to wander around and gravitates towards the most unlikely of characters. I'm talking about vision, loki, nebula, hulk (not bruce, hulk), and whoever else that seems not fond of kids. Can you also include said characters reactions?

This is a really cute idea!

“I think he wants something from you, Vis.” Wanda smiles down at your two year old son. He has wandered up to Vision and is bouncing his hands on Vision’s knees, looking into his face and laughing.

He points to Vision’s face. “Want.”

Wanda puts her hand to her mouth. “Vis!”

“He seems rather interested in the Mind Stone.” Vision cocks his head slightly, staring back at your son.

“You should let him touch it,” Wanda says.

“That’s really okay.” Bucky starts to retrieve your son, but you grab his hand on his.

“Uncle Loki is here,” you say.

All heads turn to Loki who steps into the room with a grin. “Hello, everyone.” He looks up at your son who is making a beeline over to him. “I see the diminutive Barnes is here, too. Joy.”

Your son pulls at the hem Loki’s long green leather jacket. Loki attempts to head to chair, but your son doesn’t let go of the jacket and won’t walk along with the God of Mischief either. Loki throws his hands up. “I’m at an impasse!”

Almost everyone just laughs, and no one makes any effort to help Loki.

Nebula narrows her eyes. “I don’t see what the fuss is over having offspring.”

Gamora rolls her eyes. “They’re called children. You were one!”

Nebula crosses her arms. “Whatever they’re called, I don’t want any.” She glances at you and Bucky. “No offense.”

Bucky sighs into his hands. “None taken.” He beckons to your son, holding out a small stuffed rabbit. “Come back over here, little guy. Leave Uncle Loki alone.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Loki says, smoothing his jacket after your son releases him.

Bucky hands him Mr. Rabbit. He immediately waddles toward Nebula.

“Oh god, no,” she says.

Your son just holds up Mr. Rabbit to her.

“I think he wants you to take the rabbit,” Gamora says.

“It was probably in his mouth.” Nebula crinkles her nose.

“Just take the rabbit.” Gamora elbows her sister.

Nebula slowly extends her hand, and your son smacks Mr. Rabbit into her palm. She grimaces. “Thank you.” The boy just laughs and claps his hands.

“Look, you made a friend.” Gamora pats your son on shoulder. “She just acts tough. She’s really a big softie. You know, you’re probably the toughest guy in the room.” She lowers her voice to a whisper and points to Vision and Loki. “These guys are terrified of you.”

Your son claps his hands again and smiles big, making dimples in his chubby cheeks.

Bucky is radiant with papa pride.

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captnbarnesrogers · 8 years ago

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Two Lives One Person

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, OC Cameron, Laura Barton, Barton children

Warnings: probably some swearing but other than that none :)

Summary: Reader has a four year old son from another relationship but Bucky loves him nevertheless. After dropping him off at Laura and Clint’s, Bucky just has to tell Y/N how amazed he is by her juggling this life and her other.

Word Count: 3,362

It wasn’t strange that you’d woken up next to Bucky, you were used to it. He spent some of his nights at your safe house. His metal arm slung over your waist as he snored lightly beside you. You’d been together for three years and you were in love with him, despite what he thought he did. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and moved his arm so you could get up. 6:30 AM, the clock read. There was some clinging in the kitchen, catching your attention. You slowly made your way out of the bedroom and noticed little hands trying to reach for some bowls from the cupboard. You entered the kitchen to find bread, milk, and all breakfast necessities laid out messily everywhere.

“CJ,” you breathed out in relief, “What in the world are you doing? It’s so early, bud.”

“Mommy!” he squeal, jumping up to hug you. You smiled and kissed his temple, “I was twying to make you and Buckew bweakfast!”

“You’re so sweet,” you laugh at his thought and put him down on the bench top, “Where do you get it from, huh?”

“Come on, mom, take a bite, pwease?”

“My little chef,” you took a bite of the toast covered in Nutella and praised his toasting, “Alright buddy, we need you fed and dressed.”

“Whew awe we going, mommy?”

“Momma’s gotta go somewhere important so guess where you’re staying.” his eyes widened with excitement,

“To see Coopew and Lila and Aunty Lauwa!”

“That’s right, little man! You’re so excited, aren’t you?” he wrapped his little arms around your neck to engulf you into a tight hug. Just behind you, you heard light footsteps, meaning Bucky was now awake. He leaned against the kitchen door and stared at you and Cameron with adoring eyes.

“Buckew! Buckew guess what!?” Cameron said excitedly,

“What is it?” Bucky walked towards him and took him into his arms, carrying the small figure on his side,

“Guess whewe I’m goin’!”

“I don’t know, little buddy, where?” Bucky laughs,

“I’m goin’ to go and see Aunty Lauwa and Coopew and Lila!”

“Well, buddy, it looks like there’s more than just Cooper and Lila now,” Cameron looks at Bucky confused, “They have Nathaniel now too.” He looks at you with surprised eyes,

“Thewe’s a new baby!?” you nod,

“So you gotta be careful around the house, okay?” he nods at you assuringly, he was feeling like a big man, like he was the big brother, “Okay. Here’s your cereal, go sit down, and Bucky will pick out your clothes.”

Bucky kisses you good morning before going to Cameron’s room to pick out some clothes for him. You quickly cleaned the kitchen and made some coffee for yourself and Bucky. You stood in the kitchen, you hands holding your head. You weren’t sure how long you could lie to Cameron, you didn’t want him to know what type of life you lived other than the one you and Bucky were living with him. God, he doesn’t even know the truth about how you and Bucky met. You sighed and felt Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey.” he kisses your shoulder,

“Good morning.”

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I don’t know, Buck, I just-” you groaned in frustration, “Am I a bad mom? You know, for keeping our life from him?”

“What? God, no! We’re protecting him, Y/N, we don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I know but I jus-” he captures your chin in-between his pointer finger and thumb,

“No buts, doll, you’re an amazing mother and I know you’d do anything for that boy.” You nod and he kisses you,

“So… No butts at all or?” he laughs at your innuendo,

“Maybe but we need to get dressed.” he slaps your ass and you both go off and get dressed.

Cameron’s excitement led him to get ready in under ten minutes while you and Bucky packed the car with all the things he needed, which wasn’t really much. He made his way outside to greet you and got into his car seat as giddy as any four year old could get. You already had a spare suit at the Barton’s for when times like this came along and Laura didn’t mind having Cameron because ‘for the most part, he was well behaved and wasn’t picky when it came to activities or food’, she would say. Bucky buckled Cameron in while you double checked all the windows and essentials before locking your doors, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car.

“Buckew?” Cam called out,

“Yeah, CJ?”

“Do you love my mom?” you were taken aback by your son’s question and gasped,

“Cameron Jayce Y/L/N!”

“Y/N, it’s okay,” Bucky laughs, assuring you it wasn’t anything to be worried about before turning back to the brown wondering eyes of your son, “I do, bud, I love your mom a lot.” Your heart warmed and your eyes softened, relaxing. You grabbed his hand and placed a kiss upon it.

An hour had passed and Bucky had fallen asleep in the passenger seat with his hand upon your thigh. Cameron was still awake and singing along with the radio. Suddenly, your phone rang. Steve Rogers, the screen said. You picked up immediately.

“Hey, Cam’s in the car, be quick.” you explained,

“You guys almost there?”

“Sure are, we’ll be at the house in fifteen and then we’ll meet you at the jet when we get there.”

“See you both soon.” you hum, agreeing and ended the call,

“Who was that mom?” Bucky wakes up at Cam’s giggly voice,

“Uh, that was your Aunt Laura, she says Coop and Lil are super excited to see you.” You smile at him softly and Bucky rubs your thigh, feeling your uneasiness come out to play when had you lied to Cameron.

Just as you said on the phone you arrived at the Barton’s safe house in around fifteen minutes, maybe less. Cameron jumped from his seat and was greeted at the door by Lila, Cooper, and his Aunt Laura holding a baby Nathaniel, all three kids caught each other in a hug. You and Bucky stepped out of the car and walked up to Laura to give her and baby, Nathaniel, a kiss on the cheek.

“He’s so adorable, Laur, he’s got your nose.” she laughs and leads you and Bucky inside,

“Clint likes to think otherwise”

“I do, because he does look like me,” Clint disrupts behind Laura, “Barnes, Y/L/N, your uniforms are in the bathroom,” You nod and thank him, “You two better hurry, Cap is waiting.”

You both walked to the bathroom with a fast pace, quickly putting on you gear and fastening your belt on. You checked your gun and your knives, putting them away and sealing them discreetly in your suit.

“You ready, Buck?” he nods, zipping and then clipping his vest, “Let’s go.” You both walk out of the bathroom, the heel of your boot clicking, “We’re ready, Cap.” You say through your ear piece.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Cameron runs up to you and hugs your legs, you bend down and carry him, you see tears starting to form in his eyes,

“Hey, bud, I’m gonna be back! Don’t cry!” You kiss your son on the nose and wipe away the fallen tears on his face,

“When?”

“Couple of days, I’ll always be back for you.” Bucky watches you handle the situation as he does when times like this come around, the adoration in his eyes is obvious and Laura gives him a pat on the back. Cameron grips you tightly around his small arms and you hug him back, “Okay, I gotta go, bud.” You let him go and he surrenders you peacefully, holding on to your indefinite promise.

“I love you, mom! Bye Buckew!”

“I love you too, little man,” Bucky waves back a goodbye before you both step out of the door, “Thank you Laur, I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.”

“Clint always says the same thing,” she shakes her head and laughs, “it’s really no big deal and the kids love each other so, it’s beneficial on my part that they get along.”

“Oh, before I forget,” you take out a box of crayons from you jacket hanging by the door, “I promised him a new box because I accidentally broke his other ones.” You hand her the box and she nods, “Alright, I’m ready to kick this asshole where the sun don’t shine.”

“Language.” you hear through your earpiece,

“Sorry, Steve.”

You both walk over to the jet and are greeted by Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Clint, who was flying the jet. You smiled at all of them and sat down on your seats, discussing the mission on your hands. You and Natasha were to fight off any agents who targeted Bucky and Steve while Bucky would go with Steve to retrieve some stolen files. Bucky stares at you intensely.

“Yes?” you asked turning to him,

“You just never cease to amaze me.”

“What?” you look at him confusingly and you laugh, “How?”

“You are the most soft yet dangerous person I have ever met and that’s just… hot.” he explains,

“Gross, we’re on a mission.” Clint interrupts,

“What? I can’t appreciate my girlfriend and how hot she is from being in mom mode to just this badass agent ready to kick some ass?”

“You can but maybe not in front of all of us!” Bucky kisses you on the lips, his darkened eyes wondering over your body,

“Not here. Soon.” you say and he groans.

After a successful two days of fighting and finally getting the stolen files, you were able to go home safe and with only minimum scratches. Bucky grabs a hold of your hand and brings it up to his lips.

“Happy?” he asks with a soft voice,

“Sore,” you say, leaning your head against his shoulder, “but I’ll get to see Cameron.”

You began to feel a bit nauseous from the movement and the smell of the jet but you shrugged it off as the feeling began to fade and due to the fact that this always happened to you, you always felt uneasy in the jet. The jet landed a few minutes away from the safe house and you rushed out, ecstatic to see your little world. You ran to the door and knocked. Behind Laura stood your little prince whose eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Mommy!” he squeals, jumping onto you, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, sweetie, so much!” you held him tightly, feeling lucky that you were able to come home to him once more. You kissed him on the cheek and carried him back into the house. He talked about his weekend with the Barton’s and how much fun he had with Cooper and Lila.

“Momma, when awe we gonna have a Nathanwiel?” he asks tugging on your suit,

“I- uh… That’s a tough one.” you smile at him and Bucky laughs at your nervousness,

“We don’t know yet, bud, but I sure do want to add on.” Bucky admits,

“Add on?” you question, Bucky nodded with a hopeful smile,

“Yeah momma! Can we!? Can we!?”

“Uh I don’t know, honey, maybe.” You see Bucky’s face fall as soon as you let go of those words. You didn’t mean to hurt him, you were protecting yourself and Cameron, you wanted to be sure, you didn’t want this amazing guy to leave you just like Cam’s dad did. Cam’s dad wanted nothing to do with him, not even a ring was involved. Sure you loved him, but did he love you as much as you loved him? You didn’t know. You thanked Laura for helping you out with Cameron and you went to go change inside the bathroom. You felt so uncomfortable in your suit and began to feel a little dizzy, you sat down on the side of the bathtub and held your head in your hands, massaging your temples. The nauseous feeling from the jet came back and before you knew it, your head was in the toilet spewing out whatever it is you ate to make you feel this sick. It kept coming and coming until all was left was the taste of acid behind your throat. You gurgled out the taste and changed into your everyday clothes.

“Y/N, doll? You okay in there? You’re taking awfully long.” you hear a worried Bucky behind the door,

“I’m fine, I just felt a little sick from the jet fumes.” you call out, assuring him that you were fine. He replied with a quick ‘alright’ before leaving you alone with your exhausted looking self. You made your way out of the bathroom and Cameron greeted you with a squeal, holding his arms out as a sign of him asking you for a carry. You couldn’t resist his little cheeky smile and picked him up, walking towards Bucky.

“Hey, doll.” he greets, kissing you on the cheek. He then proceeds to study your face whilst you talk to Laura about how the weekend went, planning a next one where you can all stay for the weekend together. Bucky notices some differences in colour within your face, “Doll, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, Buck, I told you, just a little backlash from the jet fumes.” you smile,

“Yeah Y/N, now that Bucky’s mentioned it… You look a little pale.” Laura points out,

“I’m always like this after the jet, don’t worry about me too much,” you tell them, “I’ll be fine.”

“Here, give me Cam and I’ll go put him in the car.” Bucky offers, taking his arms out, you nod and tell Cameron to say goodbye to everyone.

“Thanks again, Laur, we’ll see you all next week?”

“We made plans so we sure will!” she smiles widely, kissing you on the cheek goodbye. You wave as she closes the door and you make your way to the driver’s seat before Bucky stops you,

“I’ll drive, doll, you’re gonna be too tired.”

“Bucky, I told you I’m fine, I can handle it.” he looks at you with concern and shakes his head,

“No, get in the front seat and I’ll drive.” his Sargent voice popped you which meant he was serious and you kissed him, sighing because you knew he wasn’t going to back down,

“Yes, sir.” The radio was quiet and Cameron had fallen asleep to the sound of the engine running, “He must’ve had some weekend.” you point out,

Sure looks like it, he has paint on his face.” you both laugh at the sight of him, Bucky picks up your hand and places a kiss on it,

“What’s up?”

“I just think you are such an amazing mother to him, Y/N, you’re an amazing person and you deserve the world, I don’t know how you ended up with a screw-up knucklehead like me.”

“Bucky, we talked about the 40’s talk, I can’t understand it, baby.” You laugh, “But I did understand the other things and thank you, I try to be the best for him and give him what I can.” A moment of peace took over before you asked, “Do you think he’s happy? With everything? With… us?”

“I sure hope so, baby-doll but I see it in his eyes, he loves you.”

“If he loves me, he loves you too and you’re not a screw up, you’re incredible to us, Bucker.” the use of Cam’s nickname for Bucky leaves him smiling from ear to ear.

You’d been feeling sick all week and of course Bucky being Bucky, he didn’t let you lift a finger. It hadn’t been the jet fumes, that’s for sure. But something else was to blame for the way you’d been feeling ever since that mission. Nervousness? No. Excitement? Nothing really to be excited about. Happiness? You were happy everyday with Cam and Bucky but not to the point of being sick all the time. You weren’t exactly sure what it was but you had an idea to pin point and you were a bit scared to be completely honest. You’d invited Wanda and Nat over while Bucky was in a meeting back at the tower, for some reason you’d been hating being alone and would get emotional over stupid little things like that. But you weren’t really like that before.

“How’s our little ball of sunshine doing?” Nat teases, pinching your cheeks and smiling,

“She is constantly vomiting.” you sighed, tiredly,

“So,” Wanda started, her voice full of curiosity, “would you say you are always emotional?”

“Uh, yes… How-”

“You going to the toilet all the time?”

“Yes bu-”

“You have weird cravings?”

“Actual-”

“Well that explains a third person’s energy in this room.” she says casually, looking down at her black nails,

“What? Cam’s at schoo-” you eyes widened at realisation, Wanda looks up smirking and Nat has covered her mouth in surprise, “Oh my god, Wanda!”

“Do you think it is a Winter Soldier or a Winteress?”

“I- I don’t even...” your hands make their way up to your tummy, holding on to what seems to be the new addition to your little family,

“You think you can name it Natasha? The other one already betrayed me and it’s a newborn.” your eyes start welling up and the girls engulf you into an embrace, telling Natasha you promise to call it Natasha if it’s a girl. Natasha quickly drove to the pharmacy explaining that ‘the judgement of the Scarlet Witch isn’t enough proof’, of course she couldn’t be more wrong.

Bucky came home that afternoon with bags of food and an ice cream covered Cameron, pulling on his black skinny jeans. He gave you a kiss on the cheek upon is enter and Cameron jumped on you in excitement, complaining that he hadn’t seen you all day. You then proceeded to kiss him on the cheek and tell him to go and get changed, then wash his face. You walked towards Bucky with nervousness in your eyes, you kept pulling on the sleeves of your jumper. You made your way behind him and hugged him from behind.

“Everything alright, doll?” he asks as he unpacks the shopping bags, “I got the weird stuff you’ve only been eating!” he laughs and you let out a giggle with him,

“Bucky, Wanda and Nat came over today.”

“Yeah? What’d you guys do? Did you watch those movies I got you?”

“Not exactly.” He turns around to see your face and he sees your worried eyes,

“You sure you alright, sugar?”

“Bucky, I’m pregnant,” you took out the pregnancy test from your pocket and held it out to him, “Wanda felt it and we had to make sure.” His mouth was agape with surprise and you saw his eyes welling up with tears,

“There’s- there’s a little kid in there?” he kneels down to put his face next to your tummy, sniffling, “we made that?”

“We did.” his crying triggered your tears and your hands caressed his hair,

“How big is it?” he asks, rubbing your tummy, his eyes were filled with love as he stared at your barely there bump,

“It’s about seven weeks, so it’s as big as a small blueberry.”

“I love blueberries!” he exclaims loudly, Cameron comes into the kitchen just as Bucky expresses his emotions,

“Daddy, are you hurting my mommy? Why is mommy crying?”

“Cam, you can’t just-”

“It’s fine, doll, I let him.” he wipes away his fallen tears. You then imagine your life with Bucky with your newborn and you knew you’d picked the most amazing and perfect person to have a family with.

“You do? Since when?” he stands up and carries Cameron,

“Count two weekends ago.”

“Yeah mommy, he’s my daddy, the best daddy in the whow wowld!” Cam wraps his arms around Bucky to cling onto him,

“Did you hear that? Best dad in the world.”

“I heard it and I definitely agree.” you laugh and squeeze in the hug with them,

“So,” he takes a box out of his pocket, “can I witness you change from mom mode to badass for the rest of our lives?”

A/N: HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3 THANK YOU FOR READING AND REQUESTING MASTERLIST HERE REQUESTS GO HERE

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