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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 5 years ago

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Us and Andie Ch. 15

Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.

Pairing: Bucky x Singleparent!Reader

Word Count: 3064 words

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Neither of them spoke of what happened that afternoon. It wasn’t that they were keeping it a secret or that they had gone out of their way to discuss it. It was just…

It never came up.

And why worry Y/N with something that didn’t need to be discussed?

That wasn’t to say that everything stayed the same. Some things changed. Andie went to therapy now. Sam recommended it and said it would help with the nightmares, but that it was up to her in the end. It took Bucky agreeing to see his own therapist for Andie to go as well. She claimed they were, “Trauma buddies.” And it helped make it light. Better.

Bucky spent more time at the apartment. Y/N would tease him that he had ruined the fancy couch with how often he would crash on it, but sometimes she would sleep out there with him. Or Andie. Or even both.

The nightmares slowly stopped. And what became a week…and then two…turned into a month.

A month of them practically being a family.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Shh, we have to be quiet,” she whispered. “Very quiet.”

Andie was currently sitting on Bucky’s lap, eyeshadow brush in hand. She turned towards Sam, dabbing for a bit of color from the eyeshadow palette he was holding for her. Sam was grinning from ear to ear. He watched the sparkly blue and grey colors get swiped across the sleeping soldier’s nose as if Andie were trying to create a mask. A very messy one. “Can I just say,” he whispered, looking back at Y/N as she started piling breakfast on a plate for them. “Thank you for inviting me. This has been absolutely fantastic.”

“Shush!”

Y/N smirked, pressing a finger to her lips as Andie finished her work. The tween leaned back as Sam pulled out his phone to take a photo. He wanted to save this memory for…well, for blackmail. “Do you two realize how hard it is for that man to sleep,” Y/N asked, brow raised. The two shared a look before shrugging.

And Sam took his photo.

The light flashed, waking Bucky up with an irritated grunt. Wide, bright blue eyes were wide open as he sat up. The movement was abrupt, pulling a squeal from Andie. He gripped the back of the couch with his metal arm, wild eyes and hair making him look something similar to a caveman. Sam fell back, laughing and holding his sides as Andie burst into a fit of giggles. It took Bucky only a couple of seconds to realize that, between the two and their items, he had been punked.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, groaning and leaning back on the couch. He threw his head back, looking at an upside-down Y/N. “Seriously, Doll, you couldn’t help me out?”

Y/N barely hid her smile, holding up a plate piled high with pancakes. “Was a little busy.”

“Wait,” Sam said as he lifted Andie off Bucky and set her on the floor. She took off running, hopping on the barstool, and digging into her breakfast. He followed Bucky into the bathroom, knowing the guy wasn’t going to actually keep the makeup on his face. Leaning against the doorframe, Sam asked, “Does this mean you two are official? Since you’re calling her ‘doll’ now?”

Bucky didn’t say anything as he scrubbed at his face. Water splashed on his shirt and in his hair as his skin turned bright pink. Huffing softly, he grabbed the nearest towel and dried his face. There were still sparkly remains, but at least the color was gone. “Um…” He glanced back towards the main area of the apartment, sighing softly. “No. I call her ‘doll’ ‘cause she’s my girl and I’m serious about her. But as for titles or whatever – that’s all up to Y/N.”

Sam watched him for a second, smirking. “’M proud of ya, man. You’ve really grown into the whole domestic lifestyle.”

Bucky snorted. “Shut up.”

“Nope, not going to happen. You’re stuck with me and my big mouth.”

Bucky took a slow breath, shaking his head as he joined his two favorite girls in the kitchen. He smiled when Y/N handed him the stack of pancakes. “Are these the infamous ones?” He raised an eyebrow as he took a seat next to Andie.

“Nope, those I’m saving.”

“For…?”

“Well,” Y/N leaned against the counter. “That’s what Andie wanted to talk to you about.”

“Our road trip!” Andie grinned, quickly snatching a pancake off Bucky’s plate moments before he could dowse them in syrup. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, eyeing the pancake like he was about to steal it back.

Until he realized what they were talking about.

“Your road trip?” Bucky looked back at Y/N. “The one – “

“Where we go visit my cousin.” Y/N smiled, taking a sip from the coffee in her hands.

He could see the steam curl and twist in the air. With her smile, it was such a simple moment, but easily one of his favorites. However, Bucky frowned, knowing how important that tradition was to Y/N. “Are you sure you would want me there?”

Y/N smirked as she took another sip, shrugging. “This one isn’t up to me.”

“Nope, every December I get to pick if someone comes with and the movie and all of the snacks.” Andie hopped off her stool, carrying her plate to the sink and washing it off.

“So do I get to come,” Sam asked, stealing her seat.

A chorus of “No’s” filled the apartment.

“Man, you guys are mean.”

Andie giggled and, with a mouthful of pancakes, told Bucky, “But you can.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“So…are you going to go?”

Bucky didn’t bother looking up from the punching bag. He struck again and again, flashes of Ethan’s, Zemo’s, and Quentin’s faces appearing with every hit. The truth was, he didn’t know if he should. He wanted to. He wanted to share that moment, but if he did, what did that imply? What impression was that leaving on Andie? And did Y/N really want him there?

“Bucky.”

Steve caught the bag, his head popping out from around it. “Don’t ignore me.”

“I’m trying to get a workout in.”

“Good for you, but this needs to be talked about, don’t you think?”

Bucky huffed, shoulders dropping as he took a step away from the bag. “What about it?”

“You know what. I’ve been friends with you for a long ass time.”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “I want to.”

“So what’s the but?”

“Y/N’s wanted to take everything slow and I have been respecting that. But respecting that also means thinking about the fact that this is their tradition. Even if it’s Andie’s choices, I need to think about what Y/N wants. One of the first stories she ever told me was about this thing. It’s – It’s her favorite moment – her only moment – with Andie that hasn’t been destroyed by some outside force.” He sat on the edge of the nearest mat, resting his arms on his knees and looking up at the blonde.

“You really think you’re going to be the guy to destroy that?” Steve raised a brow as he crouched in front of him. “Bucky, I can’t think of anybody better fit for that family. At all. I mean…Bucky, they’re what you need.”

“You think I don’t know that? I…” He snorted. “I figured that out the day we found Andie throwing M&M’s in Banner’s mouth.” Bucky ran his hands through his hair, pressing his forehead against his palms. His eyes were fixated on the ground as if it would swallow him whole or provide answers. He wasn’t sure which it was that he really wanted. Looking up, he finally explained, “I can’t tell if I’m what they need. Long term.”

Steve silently watched him, realizing just how out of their element the two of them were. “Well…you won’t know unless you figure it out.”

-.-.-.-.-

It was that sentence that brought Bucky here – awkwardly standing in the middle of the Labor and Delivery floor with a bag of McDonald’s food and a frozen coffee. He remembered what Y/N had said about the coffee and cold keeping her awake. Shifting nervously from one foot to the other, he looked around. Damn it, he was an Avenger and he was freaking out because he was surrounded by pregnant women.

A lot of them.

And for some reason that made him so nervous.

“Well, there’s a familiar butt – ow! I mean…face.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, surprised to see Ciara there with one of the other nurses. He was pretty sure that the nurse was the one who had gotten the “ow” out of her. But as surprised as he was, he was also relieved. He would have gotten lost in this place if she hadn’t made an appearance. “Ciara, right?”

“Yup, that’s me.” She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Something he wouldn’t have been expected. Noticing his puzzled expression, she chuckled and gestured to the outfit. “Not on duty. My sister is actually a couple doors down.”

“Oh! Uh – congratulations!”

Ciara giggled, gesturing for him to lower his voice. “Careful. There’s hormonal women on this floor. They don’t need to know a beefy super soldier’s here.” She led him further down the hall. “I’m guessing you’re here to see Y/N?” She glanced at the food. “Ugh. So not fair. I need a boyfriend to bring me unhealthy junk in the middle of the night.”

Bucky smiled, remembering the couple times it had been mentioned that she was a fan of “the Falcon”. He didn’t really see why, but to each their own. Maybe Y/N was right and they could be a good fit.

“I’ll get Y/N, but for now you can wait in here.”

Ciara led him inside another room. It was clearly set up to be the lunchroom for everyone. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Just make yourself at home.”

Ciara left the room and Bucky looked around. The walls were covered with different’ things for the nurses. Motivational posters, updates, events coming up – the sort of thing he would expect. However, he still felt out of place. This was where nurses came to relax and eat, avoid patients and their crazy families. And he felt like he was intruding.

“Bucky?”

He turned and smiled when he saw Y/N step in. She was clearly confused. “I…” He held up the sack of food. “I thought we could talk.”

Y/N raised a brow, her eyes shifting from the Bucky to the food and back again. “Um…okay. Yeah.”

Silence fell between the pair as they sat across from each other. Y/N laid out the food on napkins and an apologetic smile graced her smile when she explained that plates didn’t exactly exist. It made him laugh. Why would he care? He just enjoyed seeing her. That was when it clicked.

This was what he wanted.

He wanted late night hospital visits. He wanted to take Andie to therapy and sometimes pick her up from school. Maybe create new traditions the older Andie got…

Hell, maybe even adopt Andie and marry Y/N. Someday. Maybe.

Bucky wanted and needed the long term.

“Y/N…” He already knew he was blushing. He could feel the heat radiating off his face. But he couldn’t chicken out now. “What do you want from this?”

She looked up, her hand stopping moments before she could take a bite of some fries. “Uh…I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow.” Dropping the food, Y/N interlaced her fingers and rest her chin on them.

Bucky took a slow, shaky breath. Why was this so hard? He remembered the night when he held Y/N. Then, he had talked. Eagerly and easily. Right now, he felt like he was a stumbling fool. “Andie invited me to your tradition.”

Y/N slowly nodded, grabbing the coffee and taking a sip. “Yeah. It’s Andie’s birthday. She picks the guests.”

Bucky choked on the breath he had taken, coughing slightly. Y/N watched him with eyes full of amusement. “Her - Her birthday?”

“Yeah,” she dragged out. “She’s turning twelve.”

Bucky stared, completely surprised. It was her birthday. She was turning twelve. It was – She wanted him there. She…They wanted him there? “The last time we talked about us, we were trying and taking things slow. This seems like it might be more than that.” He was trying keep himself from sounding too hopeful, but that’s what he wanted to be.

“You’re asking if we’re,” she paused, trying to find the right word. “Official? Over McDonald’s?”

“I hate that word.” Bucky groaned, falling forward on the table and hiding his head behind his arms. “I swear it wasn’t this damn hard in the forties,” he grumbled against the table, earning a laugh from Y/N.

She poked his head before lightly running her fingers through his hair. “Bucky, you’re pouting.”

“Frustrated. Not pouting.”

Y/N smiled and got up, moving around the table before sitting beside him. She straddled it, crossing her arms over the back of the chair. “Bucky,” she whispered. He tilted his head, meeting her gaze as she lightly brushed his hair out of his face. Small smile crossing her lips, she told him, “We’ve been official ever since you took Andie to see Ethan.”

Bucky immediately sat up, brow furrowing. “How did you – “

“A mom always knows,” she joked, only furthering his confusion. She laughed, tilting her head as she asked, “Did you really think Ross and Stark wouldn’t tell me that my daughter broke my ex-husband’s foot?”

Bucky winced. Maybe he should have anticipated that. “You aren’t mad?”

“Oh, I was. I was pissed and ready to scream at you. Tell you to never come near my family ever again. But then I talked to Sam.” She bit her lip and he could practically see the memories playing in her head. “This was a while ago. Back when he recommended Andie go to therapy.”

“You knew this whole time?”

Y/N shrugged. “He told me about how much you’ve been worried about us. How all you wanted was to help Andie confront the guy who abandoned her, but you did it in a safe environment. Where she was able to decide what happens. I – I have never met anyone who cared about Andie as much as I do. I still haven’t, but…” She smiled, her fingertips tucking his hair behind his ear. “You’re a close second.”

Bucky couldn’t believe he was hearing this right. Y/N believed how much he cared about Andie. She knew he just wanted to look out for her. “I’m not going to ask if we’re official because we aren’t in junior high.”

She snorted, the sound turning into a fit of giggles as she nodded. “Okay.”

“But…” Bucky turned to face her, tugging her chair closer. “We’re long term?”

Y/N raised a brow. “Is that something they would ask in the forties?”

The two laughed. As much as Bucky wanted to glare at her, he couldn’t bring himself to. “Shut up,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against hers. “I know how important this tradition is for you and I wasn’t going to invite myself along if you saw me as something short term. I don’t want to mess with your memories.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Buck, you already have. I…hate thinking about a time before you were in our lives. As chaotic as it has been, I really like having you around. A lot.” She rest her chin on the back of the chair. “I could definitely skip the whole getting kidnapped, traumatic events, and seeing my daughter risk taking a bullet,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness around a chuckle. “But I like you. I like you in our lives. And I would really, really like it if you decided to come with us. So to answer your question, yes. I think we are long term.”

Bucky couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on his face. It practically hurt his cheeks with how big it was. He kissed her, unable to convey what he was feeling through anything else. His hand moved to the back of her head as she kissed him back. It was sweet. Simple. Perfect. They fit.

Their broken pieces fit.

Giggling against his lips, she asked, “So does this mean you’re coming with us?”

Bucky laughed, nodding as he brushed his nose against hers. “I would love to.”

She kissed him again. “Good. Now, I am going to steal some fries and the rest of my drink because I have to get back to work.” Grinning, she kissed his nose. “See you later.”

Bucky watched as she left the room. He knew he had the biggest, dopiest smile on his face, but there was no way in hell that he wanted to wipe it away. This was working.

When the door closed, he looked back at the mess they had made and quickly cleaned up. He didn’t need to stress out any of the nurses if they came in here to see that left behind. Tossing the last of it in the trashcan, he paused for a second. It was going to be Andie’s birthday.

It was going to be Andie’s birthday and he had nothing to give her.

“Shit…”

He leaned against the table, immediately unsure of what to do. What do you get an eleven-year-old? A girl? A mutant? His shoulders slumped as he realized just how out of practice he was. And Andie wasn’t exactly a normal kid in any sense of the word. She deserved the world. She deserved something no other kid could have.

Well, there was an option.

He pulled out his phone as he slipped out of the room. It was easy enough for him to leave the Labor and Delivery ward unnoticed despite Ciara’s teasing earlier. “Come on, pick up, kid,” he muttered as he took the stairs.

“Barnes? What are you doing calling me?”

Bucky smirked when he heard that voice. That very familiar voice. “Shuri, it’s been a while.”

“Damn right it has. And you don’t even like phone calls. So I’ll ask again. What are you doing calling me?”

Bucky grinned, glancing up the way he had come. “I have a favor to ask.”

-.-.-

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brokenxfragments · 4 years ago

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Desire, the Sin Spawn

Icon Faceclaim: FFXIV Model

Theme Song(s)

Burn Me Down - KIRA, ft. GUMI

Parade’s Lust - Taro Kobayashi (Granblue Fantasy)

Basic Information

Age: N/A (ageless)

Gender: Genderfluid (often female)

Height: ???

Weight: ???

Species: Spawn of Sin (Lust)

Orientation/Sexuality: Aromantic/Pansexual

Relationship: Single (ship verse dependent; doesn’t do romance)

Occupation: Advisor, Freelancer

Brief Personality: Shameless— Flirty — Intelligent

Brief Bio: A fearless being of unusual morals, Desire is considered an queer individual who will have ‘favorite' people to pick on in a friendly manner - usually those who repress their needs or desires, often of the sexual kind. Behind the shameless flirt that she is, she’s very intelligent & could very well have conversations that has nothing to do with sex at all, something that seems to be so surprising for some people if they’ve only heard her name & the experience one individual might have with her. In the same hand, she rather enjoys giving genuine sex advice for those in a sexual relationship or bolstering those who lack confidence in what to do. Because of what she is, her appearance can shift to varying degrees to reflect a person’s image of what makes one perfect & desirable if she so chooses, which would include gender-identity.

Full Biography

(WARNING; includes implied de*th(s), implied m*tilation & implied r*pe)

Born in the realm of Infernam as a result of her mother coupling with one of the high-arc soldier angels of Seraphine with an accidental consequence, Desire had an very unusual childhood growing up. Rather than trust Lust, Desire’s mother, to actually teach the girl anything worthwhile, the realm’s own leader Balri, essentially Desire’s grandmother, would oftentimes keep her close & teach her whatever came to mind. The spawn was quite cheerful & inquisitive, a nature that Balri wouldn’t snuff out even though she herself was not at all a cheerful individual. However, some of the teachings would be borderline cruel & unusual to anyone that would ever hear of these lessons - one such as never to fear death. Because Desire was a spawn of Infernam, she wouldn’t truly die by conventional means that would kill mortals. Yet the only way that she wouldn’t fear death, Balri would reason, was to experience death in all the many ways it could happen as well as to not fear the methods used. And those lessons started early at about the age where a human child would be seven when they could comprehend what’s happening to them & understand what it meant, to continue on for years in a slow, steady manner. The first time (perhaps much of the “lessons” in the beginning) had truly traumatized the child & feared the one that she called grandmother, begging to not go through that again, though as she’d be reminded each time, she couldn’t die. Fear was an obstacle that should be stamped out so that she never needed to be afraid. In a strange though twisted way, being reassured after each different death helped Desire to recover as well as gradually become immune to the fear of death & pain, though whether it was healthy or not would always be up for debate.

The girl would pick up on subjects that challenged her intellect, which was praised for since she was certainly no fighter. Her status as a true ‘spawn’, one who was able to have a direct line to one of Balri’s creations, gave her a certain amount of security within the hellish realm, to which besides, none would be foolish enough to risk Balri’s possible raze to try anything. Yet with more souls coming to suffer their punishments & going to begin another life to try again in the mortal coil, Desire felt that she wanted to see what it was like outside of Infernam. It took some time to request permission & receive it, but it would eventually happen when she was at least fully mature. She could see what mortals were like.

Multiple times she’d go out & visit a world at random, observing & interacting as she saw fit. Because of her ability to change her shape, she could appear as a native regardless of her lack of knowledge, oftentimes in a form that was seen as highly appealing. She would sometimes go as a ‘he’ instead as well, giving her a sense of fluidity with her identity over time, though she would still think herself more feminine than masculine. During these visits, she would experience both good & bad - sometimes an attack from a jealous prospective mate of someone Desire was flirting with, or randomly mauled for a law she unwittingly broken in some less civilized worlds. She had even been occasionally killed by the more violent mortals, to which case the lessons she learned from Balri allowed her to not only be unafraid but to also laugh at them, which she found struck them with uncertainty or even fear. It embedded a sense of control over herself in that she didn’t have to fear anyone - save for one, the one that had taught her in the first place of this fact. Balri was perhaps one of the few that could truly snuff out her life if she did anything to truly displease the elder god.

These lessons had ceased when Balri had run out of ways to kill a person, though what she learned from them had carried over to other situations that she hadn’t experienced from her grandmother in the form of a particularly violent inhabitant of Infernam that overpowered the relatively young woman, forcing himself onto her. The violation was initially horrendous, yet she wanted to give him no satisfaction - and so she’d laugh at him, doing so even when he’d snarl & did what he could to maul her even while he kept at it. But it worked to make him pause in confusion & maybe horror so that she could overpower him & killed him with a blade that was lethal to other born inhabitants of Infernam. Just another lesson, but one she learned on her own.

At one point she was finally able to meet her father, the high-arc angel that had remained in Salri’s militia even after earning his right to return to the mortal coil as any desired race as well as what kind of circumstance (high born noble, for example). While initially surprised & somewhat mortified that the event that happened so long ago resulted in a child he never knew, the father known as Sablo took her right into his arms to hug her. Sablo was a much different experience to what she had with her grandmother as well as her mother who would overenthusiastically greet her & inquire if she had any good experiences as though they were best friends more than mother & daughter, yet it wasn’t a bad experience. It was probably the only time she truly experienced real familial affection, which only grew to a familiar feeling as often as she’d visit. He’d start to offer her a place in Seraphine, saying that she had a place there since she was technically a inhabitant because of him, to which was tempting though she’d decline it each time after that first initial day to think about it. She didn’t think she’d have a true place there.

During one of those visits to Seraphine to see her father, that was where she’d meet Rosalia & the other fragment gods, at a time long after Aridem had turned traitor. For some odd reason she sort of latched herself onto the overly-solemn woman, finding it fun to pick on her much to Rosalia’s discomfort. Much as Rosalia would often try to dissuade the other from wanting her company, there’s just a point where she seemed to accept it as well as come to realize that there was a little more to Desire than just constant sex jokes & advising when it wasn’t needed. For Desire, that pretty much qualified them as friends.

Her years blurred on to having as much fun as she can get, sex being on the high part of the list especially since she was good at it, learning what turned others on & how to use that against them to bring them to a high they wouldn’t forget. But it got boring at some point - all things eventually did for an immortal, after all. At first she solved that by moving on into the mortal coil, testing & learning with mortals that came in far more different forms, though that too was not as fun at a certain point. What she learned though was cataloged, an odd habit that grew into a hobby as she started looking at it from a academic point-of-view. It really didn’t help others unless they were Rift-drifters (those that had gotten lost inside the Rift on accident & ended up on a far different world), but all the same, it helped to respark her interest in learning beyond flesh needs. Delving back into such studies was a lot more satisfying, & at some point she found that teaching one about sex was quite more fun as well. Advice was freely given to those that had little idea what to do, yet she doesn’t usually teach in a physical sense much as some might have expected of her.

With the war, she was essentially told to stay out of the way since she was no fighter - capable of defending herself wasn’t the same as working with Balri’s army which would join with her sister’s own. It was one of those rare times that Balri meant it in a concern manner instead of her usual cold manner even if the tone said as much for one who didn’t know her as well as Desire would. Which to be fair, it was because of the Void - perhaps the only other thing that could destroy an immortal like herself & even a elder god like Balri. And so she did as she was told, leaving the universe entirely after wishing those in it well. Yet she had a feeling, deep down, that she wouldn’t ever see most of them again. Living in a new world, she made herself a comfortable lifestyle, though at some point her wanderlust would eventually kick in. Plus what few that had survived she could sense them when they would eventually come.

#._;muse;_.no.one.is.immune.to.temptation.(.desire.)#._;ooc;_.the.echoes.beyond.(.mod.)

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