#mom's weekend and the winter soldier

[jojolu]

Chapter 6!!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Cute In Your Uniform » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: DBF!Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky thinks Y/N looks cute in her new cheer uniform.

Warnings: Fluffy ending, Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of alcohol, secret relationship, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags and red henley, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were embraced in a hug by your mom the second you walked through the door. You decided to visit your parents for the weekend.

“How are you, sweetie? Me and your dad haven’t seen you since the beginning of January.” Your mom says.

“I’m doing good.” You tell her. “The cheer team got new uniforms.” You say.

“Put it on! I want to see what it looks like!” She says with excitement.

You went upstairs to your bedroom and changed into your new cheer uniform. You looked in the mirror and ran your hands over it to smooth it out. You went back downstairs to show your mom.

“What do you think, mom?” You asked, giving your mom a little spin.

“I love it! You look so pretty in it! Go show your dad.” She says.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“Outside with Bucky.” She says.

Blush crept up on your cheeks. Let’s just say that you have a huge crush on your dad’s best friend.

“Hi dad!” You say, walking outside.

Your dad turned around, smiling when he seen you. He stood up and gave up a big hug, picking you up in the process, making you squeal.

“I can’t believe you’re home!” Steve putting you down. “Is this your new cheer uniform?” He asks.

“Yes. Do you like it?” You asked.

“I don’t like that it’s showing off a lot of skin, but you look beautiful in it.” He says.

On the other hand, Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You glanced at him to see him licking his lips.

“What do you think of my new cheer uniform, Mr. Barnes?” You asked.

“I think you look cute in your uniform, doll.” Bucky says, biting his lower lip and completely forgetting that Steve was right next to you.

“Stop staring at my daughter like that, jerk.” Steve says, glaring at his best friend.

“Sorry.” Bucky mumbles, taking a sip of his beer. “Your dad is right. It does show a lot of skin, but you do look beautiful in it.” He says.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say, blushing uncontrollably.

“Sit down with us, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You sat down in a chair across from Bucky. Bucky reached in the cooler between him and Steve, handing you a beer.

“Bucky!” Steve scolds.

“What? She’s almost 23. She can have alcohol.” Bucky says, leaning back in his chair.

“He’s not wrong, dad.” You say, opening the beer and took a sip.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes at you and Bucky. You told your dad and Bucky about how you’re doing in your college classes and how well you’re doing in cheer.

“Steve, honey? We need to leave in a little bit if we’re going to make those reservations.” Your mom says to your dad.

“You guys are going on a date?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know you just got home, but we’ll spend the day together tomorrow. We can do whatever you want.” Steve says, kissing the top of your head.

“Ok. Have fun on your date.” You say, giving him and your mom a smile.

“You leaving, Buck?” He asks Bucky.

“I’m gonna stay. I don’t want Y/N to be alone her first night home in a while.” Bucky says, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ok. See you later.” He says, leaving.

You and Bucky were all over each other the second your parents left.

“I fucking missed this.” Bucky breathes.

“Me too.” You say against his lips.

You two pulled away from each other, looking deep in each other’s eyes. You stood up and walked to the door, motioning with your finger for him to follow you inside. Bucky was hot on your heels as he followed you to your bedroom. You closed and locked the door behind you. You grabbed the chain of Bucky’s dog tags and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Bucky’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you against his body. His hands left your waist to roam your body, stopping on your ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, making you gasp.

“This uniform is making me go fucking crazy, babydoll.” Bucky says breathlessly.

“Now you know how I feel when you’re wearing these damn henleys.” You say, licking your lips and admired his muscular form in the red henley.

Bucky playfully spanked your ass before sitting down on your bed. You sat on his lap, straddling him. His bulge pressed against your pussy through your wet panties.

“Who knows…” You start, kissing his neck. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me in it after a game.” Your teeth nipped on his skin, hard enough to mark him up. “I’ll be all hot and sweaty.” You whispered in his ear.

“Don’t fucking tease me, doll.” Bucky growls, smacking your ass. “Take this off before I rip it off.” He orders.

You kiss him once more before getting off his lap. You pulled your cheer top over your head and dropped it on the floor. You turned around and reached your hands behind you to unzip your cheer skirt. You pulled it down your legs, bending down in the process to give Bucky an amazing view of your ass. You turned back around and reached your hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. You pulled your wet panties down your legs and playfully threw them at Bucky. He caught them and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans.

“It’s your turn to get naked, daddy.” You say.

You got on the bed as Bucky stood up. You watched as he took off his henley and dropped it on the floor. Your eyes fell upon the bulge in his boxers. You licked your lips at the sight of it.

“Is this what you want, doll face?” Bucky asks, referring to his cock.

“Mmm yes, daddy.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip.

Bucky took his boxers off. His cock hard and leaking with precum. He wrapped his right hand around his cock and pumped it as he got on the bed in between your spread legs.

“Tell me, babydoll…” Bucky starts. “You let any of those college boys touch what’s mine?” He asks.

“No, daddy. I’m yours.” You answered.

“That’s fucking right. You’re mine.” He says, almost growling.

Bucky rubbed his cock through your wetness. You moaned when his tip bumped your clit. He lined his cock at your tight entrance and slowly slid it inside of your pussy, inch by inch.

“Fuck…” Bucky groans. “It’s been a while since I fucked this tight pussy.” He says, watching as his cock disappeared into your pussy.

Bucky gave you a moment to let you adjust to his size since it’s been a while since you two have had sex. He leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly. You gave him the ok to start thrusting. He pulled out almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in a fast thrust.

“I fucking missed you.” Bucky says, followed by a moan.

“I missed you more.” You moaned.

“Yea?” He breathes. “Tell me how much you missed me.” He says.

“I missed having your lips on mine.” You started. “I missed- oh fuck! I missed the way your body feels against mine. The way your tongue feels on my pussy and the way you fuck me.” You say and moaned.

“I missed all of that too, babydoll.” Bucky starts. “Especially the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He says.

Bucky leaned down and kissed along your neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to mark you up. His stubble scratched against your skin in a way you love so much. You moaned when you felt the cool metal of his dog tags touch your hot skin. You spread your legs wider and arched your back in pleasure, your chest touching his. This created a new angle for Bucky. His cock was able to go deeper and hit your sweet spot at just the right angle.

“Oh daddy! Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in his skin and leaving red scratch marks.

“You know…” Bucky starts and moans. “The night you sent me that picture of you in your panties and my shirt…” He pauses to moan. “I was tempted to drive up there and go to your dorm and fuck you.” He says.

You remember that night quite well. You and Bucky were texting and you decided to tease him a little by sending him a picture of you in your panties and his shirt.

Bucky kissed his way up your neck and jaw, finally reaching your lips and kissing you sloppy. His tongue slid past your parted lips, exploring every part of your mouth. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head to intensify the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the long strands of his hair. Bucky’s metal hand found its way to your clit and began rubbing it in circles. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, making him moan.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” Bucky pants, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

Bucky sat back on his knees and spread your legs more, watching as his cock disappeared inside of your pussy, covered in your wetness. He then put your legs over his shoulders and grasped onto the head and started thrusting harder, his dog tags dangling above your face.

“Look at that.” He breathes, glancing down at where the two of you are connected. “Taking my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He praises.

A moan left your lips when he called you a good girl.

“You like that, huh? You like being my good girl, don’t you, babydoll?” He asks.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned. “I’m gonna cum!” You felt your orgasm building up. “Please let me cum.” You begged.

“Come for daddy, doll.” Bucky pants, rubbing your clit faster.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, a loud moan left your lips. Bucky came inside of you soon after you came. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and laying down next to you.

“That was amazing.” Bucky says breathlessly.

“Yea.” You say in agreement.

You moved closer to him and laid your head on his chest, your fingers playing with his dog tags.

“I hate keeping our relationship a secret.” You say.

“I know, doll. Me too.” Bucky says.

After a while, you and Bucky got dressed and went downstairs to watch a movie. Your parents came home soon after, making a beeline for their bedroom.

“You guys might want to turn the TV up.” Steve says as him and your mom went upstairs.

“Gross.” You mumbled, turning the TV up.

“Looks like they had a fun date night.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you and pulled you against his side.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[abiatackerman]

The winter weekend nights

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

💕Day 21: Post-war: Children💕

Canon universe! Tea shop owner Levi X Doctor Reader! Postwar Levi! Sweet af! Fluff fluff and fluff!!! 1K Words!

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The snows are falling uncontrollably and the wind is chilly enough to freeze anything. But the scene inside the Ackerman Tea shop is different. It's a duplex wooden cabin made very elegantly by the shop owner Levi Ackerman himself.

Rumours say that once he was a strong soldier and his wife was a great doctor in the same military section he used to work for. Some Marley people don't believe it because he is a man who uses a wheelchair and lost his eye and used to serve candies to kids once. Not to mention he serves the most splendid teas and looks so gentle and vulnerable now. Maybe that's just a rumour after all.

Well, the thing doesn't matter actually as long as he serves great teas and his wife works as a kind doctor to them. They don't have any problem with the Ackerman couple or their twins.

The most nosy woman in the neighborhood was thinking this as she looks outside through the window. The Ackerman Tea Shop is invisible due to the heavy rainfall. What's happening there?

As soon as the five year old girl finishes reading her script, you burst into her laughter. She tugs her hair behind her ear shyly, blushing. Her hair is just like you, her eyes dark brown which resembles yours. Though the other features are the same as the "Mysterious Tea Shop Owner Levi Ackerman".

"Mom, why are you laughing? Did I write something wrong?"

You daughter, Lily looks up at you and somehow you stop your laughter. She was currently reading the paragraph she wrote randomly. You both are snuggled up against each other under a warm blanket. You hug her and shaking your head, you caress Lilly's hair.

"Just look at your father and brother. They look alike."

Levi is sitting on the sofa which is settled just in front of you so you all are facing each other. He and his son are sharing another blanket, not cuddling but still sitting close enough to feel each other's warmth. Your son looks just like Levi, just the slightly round shaped face is from you. His behaviours are the same as Levi too. They're both sitting in the same position, hands crossed on chest, one leg is on another. They both even "Tch"s together.

"Stop copying me, dad!"

You son grumbles and Levi looks at him with disbelief.

"You're the one who's copying me, brat!"

Your son sticks his tongue at Levi as you and your daughter laugh at them. Both levi and your son glare at you two to stop laughing but that just fuels your laughter more.

"Ok ok... No arguments!!!! I'll prepare hot chocolate for everyone!!!! Now, kids.... Take your dad to the bedroom!!!!!"

You say and get up from the sofa, removing the blanket. You hiss due the slight cold but your daughter happily jumps and runs to bring her dad's wheelchair. Your son nods and takes off the blanket he and Levi's were wearing and starts to fold it.

Your kids are so well mannered that you can't help but feel proud all the time. Smiling, you walk towards the kitchen to prepare hot chocolate for your kids and tea for Levi. When you're done your kids have already taken Levi to his room and helped him to get into the bed. Your daughter is sitting on Levi's lap as Levi reads a story and your son is leaning on Levi's arm and trying to read with Levi too.

Normally your kids share different rooms but specifically on the winter weekends you four sleep together. It strengthens your bonds and all of you love it. During the cold weather when it's snowing heavily, all of you are on the huge bed, under the warm blankets, cuddling each other.... It's the most favourite moment of the Ackerman family.

"How many Marshmallows, mommy? I want 5!!!!!"

You son pouts and you chuckle, getting into the bed. Just like Levi, he's a mommy's boy.

"Both of you have gotten 5! No worries."

You hand them their hot chocolate and Levi his tea. You've taken a hot chocolate too since you prefer it more than tea.

"Dad's tea tastes horrible. I don't even know why he takes that thing."

Your son complains as Levi sighs. You decide to stay silent about it since it's a topic for Levi to explain.

"Unlike you brats, I didn't have the money to buy hot chocolates and sugar. So I've always been drinking only plain tea which your grandma used to make for me. My tongue has gotten used to the bitter feeling so I can't drink anything sweet."

Levi says calmly as he sips his tea again. Your daughter and son scoots closer to him and Levi's face softens.

"I wish I could meet grandma."

Your son says softly and leans his head on Levi's arm.

"Me too"

Your daughter says softly, sipping her hot chocolate messily.

"Me three"

You say, making the kids chuckle. Levi shakes his head, smiling softly. As all of you finish your drinks and you clean up all the cups, you all lay down on the bed together. Your son and daughter between Levi and you. Just like your son hugs tightly, your daughter hugs Levi in the same way. Slowly four of you start to fall asleep together with a content smile on your faces as the snow keeps falling heavily outside of the cozy "Ackerman" cottage.

[megalomaniacz]

A GIRL IS MISSING: SMALL TOWN, BIG PROBLEMS 🪰🔎🚬

synopsis: what happens when a young girl goes missing and you volunteer yourself to help find her?

a/n: this is like…i’m trying something new okay! let me know if you want a part 2 i hope you like my experimental mystery/thriller. please give feedback it’s highly appreciated! 🙏🏽

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everyone had gathered at the church on joneston, down the road from the chicken shack. you can’t miss it. everyone had been gathering there for days in the sharp cold of the winter. runny noses and swollen eyes. some crying, some from lack of sleep.

a young girl was missing. that was the headline of the town newspaper for the past 48 hours. missing poster plastered on the front. sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

dina woodward was witty, quick on her feet and excelled in all her classes. graduated from high school and went on to work at the local bakery for her gap year. just saving up for a car. she was in plays, never missed a festival, and lit up every room she walked into. that’s what everybody said. that’s what you wished you could say.

the truth is, you didn’t know her very well. you’d gone to elementary school together but she was bit off and hung out with a different crowd. all the way up till senior year. her friends were the ones with the tear swollen eyes.

ellie williams, her neighbor and girlfriend, had chosen the picture for the missing poster. you talked to her once and the conversation went like, “hey, do you know what time it is?” “2:30.” “thanks.” lined lips, freckled face, smelled like car oil and the cigarettes she pretended not to smoke in the stairwell.

abby anderson, her enemy turned friend, couldn’t even look up. her face was in her hands as she hid her wails. they had gotten into a fight about some miscommunication during lunch one day. threw the whole middle school into a ruckus. team dina and team abby. the brunch moms talked about it on weekends, you’d heard them while you sat off to the side as your mom waited tables. drunk ladies blabbering on about who should apologize first. they ended up settling it after a game of volleyball. real dramatic handshake. some people clapped.

jesse, last name unknown due to you never being awarded the chance of knowing it, was her ex boyfriend and right hand. as an outsider you predicted that it would’ve been messy. the way they’d broken up and she was seen slipping off into dark corners with ellie a few weeks after, but there was no war. no bloodshed. only whispers of drama from bored admirers and jealous bitches.

your eyes were sunken on account of your lack of sleep. days at the post office, mixed with nights at the police station, molded with mornings in the church for the search party meeting was a recipe for disaster on your sleep schedule. not that you could sleep anyway, too busy dreaming about finding her dead in a ditch somewhere. waking up sweating like a whore in church-

“alrighty! thank you all for coming again today. looks like the crowd is a bit smaller than it was yesterday, but let’s not fret. we’re all going to work together to find her.” maria, leader of the search party, wavers her gaze to the three close friends of dina. face falling into a sympathetic gaze. “we’re going to find her.”

that second sentence sounded far less convincing than the first one. you knew, and they knew, that with this shit weather there was no way she could have disappeared for a week and survived out there on her own. she could’ve been kidnapped, oh god that’s worse. let’s stop thinking.

since the crowd had gotten smaller, the groups maria had configured were forced to shrink. too many lone soldiers and people without partners. she had to start being strategic. playing on the strengths of each individual, hoping they’d all make well rounded teams. then she pointed her finger at you, then at the blonde, then at lips in a line, then at sweet jesse and she smiled in your face.

“and you guys will be team 4.”

[demigodsanswer]

could we see the TUAP percababies first ballet recital?

Decided to make it The Nutcracker even though Nutcracker season is over

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Lester's ballet school had been staging The Nutcracker every winter since before Percy joined. Back in his student days, he himself had been the Nutcracker once. And also Russian, and the toy soldier, and a rat or two, and the rat king. He may have only been around for two Nutcracker seasons, but even as a kid, he had a habit of doing everything.

So it was a great joy now to see his girls in the same Nutcracker he used to dance. This weekend, both girls had big solos.

It was Ella's first year. She was only four, but already a committed baby mouse. She was one of the mice who got killed during battle scene, and she had to play dead on stage. There was an audition process. Little as she was, she was a show stopper. She'd officially earned her first soloist role at four years old, beating out a handful of five and six year olds for the part.

Rory was playing Clara's little sister. She'd absolutely refused to show Mom and Dad any of her performance before the show. Not that they minded. Percy and Annabeth were committed to being parents and only parents, not coaches.

The curtain rose and there was his little girl, sweet, well-behaved, big sister Rory, absolutely selling the annoying little sister act. Her blonde hair was pulled back and put in pristine ringlets. Annabeth had been backstage helping all of the girls get their hair right (Percy had been declared "no help" and was sent to the front to help sell flowers for fundraising).

As party scene went on, he watched Rory time and time again steal the attention away from poor Clara. She never broke character, pranking her "sister," breaking the nutcracker, and running around teasing the party guests.

Annabeth was crying next to him, maybe the only person in ballet history to cry at Party Scene, but he couldn't blame her. If his girl didn't have him laughing so hard, he'd probably be crying too.

And then the party ended, and it was time for the mice.

Ella was the spitting image of Sally Jackson, even at only four years old, with the same brown hair and dark eyes his mother and sister had. But she was every ounce Annabeth Chase in attitude.

Percy had seen a fair number of home videos of baby ballerina Annabeth -- a little pudgy, itty bitty, and as serious as a heart attack, somehow possessing the balance and grace of a grown up dancer in a tiny child's body.

And even as a tiny mouse, Ella had that same serious quality. She hit all her marks, she knew where to be, and when the toy soldier "fired," she fell on her back, arms and legs up in the air, imitating mouse rigor mortis. Percy and Annabeth got odd looks from the people sitting around them as they cheered for the death of the little mouse.

The big mouse (one of the children's ballet teachers) came out then to drag Ella off. But another tiny mouse tripped over her, and plopped down next to where Ella was. his daughter, trained professional, did not flinch. And her teacher, thinking fast, simply grabbed both girls by the legs and dragged them into the wings.

In act two, Rory came on again as one of Mother Ginger's children. She had another solo moment as she did acrobatic skills across the stage. Percy wondered if he was that flexible and agile when he was seven and just didn't know it. But Rory was fearless, doing kart wheels, aerials, and back bends across the stage. Percy knew Lester had given her permission to just do whatever tricks she wanted.

A week ago, Percy and Annabeth had done a weekend of guest performances as Sugar Plum and Cavalier for the school, while their girls watched in the audience. Now it was nice to sit back and watch them. Whether they were here, in Virginia, or at New York City Ballet, Percy was always sure he could hear them cheering for Mom and Dad, so when the girls came out for their bows, Percy and Annabeth made sure they could hear Mom and Dad.

Annabeth was still crying when the house lights came on, and Percy made a note to get the tape from Lester.

"I hope they had fun," Annabeth said through her tears. Percy just pulled her in for a hug, before nudging her to get out of the way of people trying to leave.

Backstage, Ella spotted her mother first, and ran towards her. It was clear to Percy that in Ella's eyes, he was simply spare human. Mom was absolutely the favorite. But that was alright with him.

"Omph!" Percy said as a small force ran into him top speed. Rory was hugging him tight a big smile on her face. She was still in her pink and green Mother ginger costume with pink paper circles taped to her cheeks, her blonde hair in pigtails. Percy picked her up easily.

"Great job girls!" He said to both of them. "Did you have fun?"

Ella nodded. With her speech delay, she didn't say much, but she always understood.

"Lots of fun," Rory said.

"Great!" Annabeth said, setting her little mouse down. "That's most important. Now let's get changed and head home?"

They had a cake at home to celebrate the girls' debuts, and a pair of new ballerina Barbies.

Annabeth chased the girls to their street clothes and started helping them change as Percy stepped out, giving the girls who weren't his kids some privacy.

A minute later, they stepped out, bundled up against the cold. It was a short walk to the car -- an investment Percy had finally broken down and made after he got fed up lugging strollers up and down subway station stairs.

Rory chattered on about every detail of the experience, her smile wide. Percy held her hand for safety as they made their way down the block.

"Did you like it?" Rory finally asked.

"Of course! I loved it!" Percy said, picking her up under her arms and lifting her into the air before setting her back on her feet.

"Can I put my feet in the ice bucket when we get home?" Rory asked, turning her attention to her mom.

"You can try, but you might not like it," Annabeth said.

"I want to try!" Rory proclaimed.

Ella stopped walking. She turned to Annabeth and lifted her arms, and Annabeth complied.

"You were such a good dead mouse," Annabeth told Ella, who still hadn't said a word. That wasn't unusual for her. Annabeth always worried she'd feel left out of conversation, though, so she made a point to always include her.

"It was funny when the Savanna fell on you," Rory said.

"You handled it like a pro," Annabeth told her.

For the first time that day, Percy heard his daughters little voice loud and clear: "I was mad. Can we have some professionalism please?"

Percy was one-hundred percent sure he'd heard his wife say the same thing, more than once, in the same tone. Ella really did hear everything.

Percy and Annabeth laughed, and he could tell from Ella's smile that she knew they weren't laughing at her.

"Oh, girlie," Percy said through his laughter, "you are your mother's kid."

Ella looked at him, confused, before just leaning into Annabeth, as if to say yeah, duh.

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The girls loved their cake and their dolls. Ella sat hers carefully on her nightstand, while Rory just held onto it and fell asleep with it still in her hands.

The apartment was finally quiet. Lucy, their cat, had fallen asleep under the Christmas tree. And Percy and Annabeth were splitting a third piece of cake.

Annabeth had her thinking face on. Percy gave her a second to see if she might start speaking, but she didn't. He moved a bit, got her attention, and still didn't get a word out of her.

"Want to tell me what you're thinking about?" Percy asked finally.

Annabeth was quiet for another moment before finally saying: "I was thinking, what if we had another one?"

"There's plenty of cake if you --"

"A baby," Annabeth said.

Percy stood to kiss her head and rub her shoulders. This wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation. Sometimes it was his impulse, sometimes it was hers. It was always the perfect days like these that made them think they should test their luck. Percy knew that by the morning, the two girls would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off, disturbing the peace. And the impulse would go away again. Their two were perfect and enough.

"You're thirty-eight," Percy reminded her. "You're doing the best dancing of your career."

"That's a sneaky way of saying no," Annabeth pointed out.

"If in a week you are still determined to have a third baby, I will never say no. Just think it through," Percy said. He'd raise half a dozen of her kids if she wanted to have them. But having them meant taking a year off. And they didn't know how many they had left.

"My initial plan said no more after thirty-eight. There's still a little time," Annabeth said, taking another bite. "And anyway, it's not like I'm going to ask you to get up in there and take out my IUD yourself. There's nothing we could do tonight but play pretend."

"We could play pretend," Percy repeated, more suggestively.

Annabeth smirked and turned to face him. "Would that just be some fun dirty talk, or do you actually pretend? Make me do it missionary and stay flat on my back for fifteen minutes after?"

"The first one," Percy said, "definitely the first one."

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In the morning, Percy woke up and found Ella and Rory playing together quietly with their new dolls and a few other toys.

"Ella lined these dolls up," Rory said, pointing the two parallel lines of toys, "and I thought it looked like they were on an airplane, so we're playing airplane."

Ella held up her new Barbie. "She's going to Richmond to be the Sugar Plum Fairy!"

"Wow!" Percy said, before slowly leaving them to their fun. Maybe a third baby would be great. The perfect addition. He snuck back into his bedroom, and saw Annabeth laying there on her phone, tears in her eyes.

"What is it?" Percy asked.

"Oh, nothing, Lester just sent me the video, and I was reliving it," she said with a small sob. Percy crawled back into bed and pulled her in close. "I think I went crazy last night. I love these girls, but they are more than enough work."

"So, no third baby?" Percy asked.

"I don't think so," Annabeth confirmed.

"Well, then, stay in here until they stop being so cute," Percy warned.

[agent-44mc]

a mission of liberation. 1995. part four.

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: cussin'

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 2k

notes: i have a hell of a headache rn. sorry for the late update i finally plotted it out better so. there's gonna be 12 parts so theres only eight left i'll probably only update once a week cuz it takes me two days to write one chapter.

but you guys are in for a treat let me tell you this plot is fully realized now!!! i started off having no clue in the fuckin world where i was going with this but now i do and it's not half bad.

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“You look… tired.” 

He fucking was. Even dodgeball couldn’t ignite the familiar fire in his bones like it usually did, which made for a very unusual sight. An Alexei that looked dropped from the sky,  ran over by a truck and hunted for sport, only five days after the superintendent had last seen him. 

“Is your mom okay?” she asked, her question genuine, but her voice was flatter than wednesday addams.  

Alexei looked shocked for a moment at the question, picking up a donut.“My mother died many many years ago, why do you ask? Do you think this has something to do with her?” He asked in return, cocking his head slightly toward her as a stray hair fell in front of his face.

“Um, because you said you went upstate to be with her because she was sick? Did you… lie?” she shot back, her posture squaring slightly, the light of the teacher’s lounge twitching ever so slightly. 

She was probably some sort of vampire. “Um, no, I was just doing something else that is not socially acceptable…? But acceptable for a teacher?” He tried, still struggling to keep his eyes open. 

“Vegas?” she asked, pouring coffee, seemingly uncaring about the fact that he lied despite her usual uptight and strict attitude. 

“Yes, with my mom,” he answered. 

The Superintendent sipped her coffee silently as she stared deeply into his soul through her oval glasses, waiting for Alexei to realize his mistake. Instead, he closed his eyes and silently chomped down a strawberry donut, the icing flaking away and onto the ground. 

She sighed. “You said she was dead.” 

His eyes shot open. “I have two moms. I must ask- what is your name?” 

“I’m Taylor- and even though I particularly like the lie- it is, as previously mentioned, a very, very unlikely lie, trust me, I would know,” she sighed once more, slamming down her coffee cup. 

“You fancy the ladies?” Alexei asked. 

“Don’t change the subject- where were you this weekend? Because you should know that drinking and partying and such in public is a disgrace to the school system and endangers our children and our reputation we all try very hard to uphold?” 

“I was with… someone… special-” which, wasn’t a lie. 

Howard Stark had taken on the request, and the plan had taken place the night before. Alexei stayed out all night camped by the location staged for the coup- waiting for The Winter Soldier to arrive- he never did. Which meant that he’d have to do this every single night for who knows how long. Or until Howard Stark decides he doesn’t have time for this. 

The latter seems unlikely, because everyone knows he’s hiding something about The Winter Soldier. It didn’t seem wrong- he just seemed suspiciously adamant about freeing him as Alexei did. Which awakened some strange feelings that he himself wasn't aware that he could have. 

Jealousy. 

“Boyfriend?” Taylor asked in her usual monotone voice. 

“What? Boyfriend-” Alexei stuttered, his face flushing with red in a way that made him want to choke someone, maybe himself- “I don’t have boyfriend, I like женщины, they are very beautiful and I could never see myself with someone brutish and rugged and… мужчина…” He rambled for so long, he didn’t even realize he was speaking a few russian words. 

“Okay,” she answered, unchanged by Alexei’s embarrassing display, which made him feel silly, especially after she simply took her coffee and her strawberry donut and walked out without another word- nothing. Not even an “I know your secret and you are doomed!”

Which was fine, but it left him feeling like he’d been figured out somehow, a lot more than the threat would have. “I hope you have a good day!” 

He waited around the room awkwardly before checking his watch and realizing it was time to say goodbye to the kids he had grown so fond of the past year. They were his first class at this school, and even though he often got their names wrong- he knew he’d miss them. 

Most importantly, he hoped he would have infinitely more classes to teach, infinitely more kids to meet and inspire, and infinitely more years to continue his beloved job. But the double life wasn’t easy- there was always a possibility of an unmasking or someone figuring it out, then his life would really be over. 

But that was just Alexei overthinking again. 

After a bittersweet last dodgeball game, one Alexei savored every minute of- even when they started to gang up on him and pelted him all at once with the surprisingly hard balls. With a tear in his eye, he sent them off. “Be good for your mothers! Be resilient and challenge your fathers! And never give up on your dreams!” 

And that was it. He was now out for the summer. 

Unfortunately, before the mission that night, which had been the same for the past four nights;  sit just a few miles outside of a random warehouse set up with about twenty Agents and wait for the Winter Soldier to attack, Alexei didn’t get in his usual nap. 

The plan should’ve worked by now. What was he missing? 

“Red Guardian- always nice to see you,” Howard greeted, holding out his hand- “For the forth night in a row…” He grumbled under his breath, trying to cover it up by clearing his throat afterwards. The old man was a grumpy one. 

“I truly apologize for the hassle… You being there is essential to drawing him i…” Alexei started, tiredness seeping its way into his brain as he struggled to coherently form all the words he wanted to say. Thank him? Explain it to him for the 100th time? Apologize again? Stop talking? 

Howard left him no time to decide. “Listen, I understand that, but I think this is wasting time. There’s got to be a more efficient way. Can we please step back and think about this?? Do you really think that having me get in a car and drive to a random warehouse every fuckin night is gonna draw in this ghost?” 

Alexei pulled in an exhausted breath. “It’s the best shot we had.”

“Well it’s a really shitty shot, you know that? If this doesn’t work tonight, then I’m done and I’m doing it myself, you got that? Where’s your manager… or agent… I don’t really know how superheroes work and frankly, I don’t give a fuck.” 

The conversation definitely contrasted with the ones he usually had with his colleagues at school. “I don’t have one… but if I did, it would be Bill Foster. He is not here right now.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows between his nose. “That’s just my luck,” Howard spat, turning on the tips of his heels and straight for his car, which was parked under the garage, reared and ready to go its possible final round. 

This was Alexei’s first real mission, and arguably his most important… Especially after his recurring dreams that perhaps were metaphors of sorts… Howard Stark’s threats shot him just below the heart- and he feared that if tonight didn’t work out, then his quitting might aim a little higher. 

Hours later, Alexei was sitting as usual by his post, only 4 quarters of a mile outside the warehouse, fighting the sleep that tugged and pulled at his consciousness to dive deeper into the alluring darkness that he did  so dearly miss. 

It was harder to resist since Alexei knew what sleeping always entailed these days. Dreams. And those dreams contained the filthiest, dirtiest, and overall nastiest things that would keep him red in the face for hours after. But he knew it was probably a metaphor, right? Subconsciously? 

Or not. Would he be okay if it wasn’t? 

A hand fell on his shoulder before he’d realized he’d fallen asleep and had no clue how long for. 

“Alexei! Were you sleeping?” Bill Foster accused, practically shouting as he stumbled to his feet, his head nearly falling backwards as he struggled to understand where he was and what he was doing, but it was too late. He was caught.

The long, overflowing lectures that entailed after that were very deserved, as Alexei thought. He could believe that he’d fallen asleep, but more importantly, he couldn’t believe that they’d already failed his last shot to find his long lost best friend. 

“-And extremely unprofessional. I am disappointed in you Alexei. I trusted you with this mission, and I know you wanted to succeed, so I just can’t fathom that you would be so careless!” Peggy trailed on, her red painted fingernails caressing her forehead. 

“I am sorry- I haven’t been getting very good sleep- I’ve been quite stressed between the coaching and the top secret important mission and the… well, um-” Alexei paused, deciding to exclude the dreams he’d been having ever since he was first appointed to the mission. “It is like a negative reaction.” His helmet hair bounced as he paced the room. 

Peggy looked at him with her signature exhausted face. Alexei had been looked at that way too often these days- by fellow teachers, fellow Agents, Howard Stark especially, and even by the kids he coached. He was tired of it. 

“Alexei, I need you to understand this. We have given you this opportunity freely because we know that you are good person, and not only that, but you have a heart for people. That’s why I knew you’d be perfect for this job- you don’t see a killer, you see a person. I will keep you on this project… but you must have it finished by the time you begin coaching again. If not, you will be terminated from participating.” 

“Terminated? But I was the first-!” 

Peggy shook her head. “I know. And I’m sorry. But you may have to choose, as sad as it makes me to propose, I have no other choice. I’m losing a good agent here. Alright?” 

Alexei thought for a second, crossing his arms over his red suit, resisting the urge to bite at his fingernails like he used to when he was a boy. “But what about Howard Stark? He quit last night- me and my team have no other ideas, he is a cold case. He is a ghost. It is hard to track a ghost, you know? And I only have three months to do it!” He froze. 

This could be his chance to prove he wasn’t a big dumbass oaf everyone always thought he was. They might respect him… if he found him, and maybe even fixed him within three months? They’d never look at him with exhaustion again. “Only three months, eh?” 

Peggy shook her head. “You only have three months. Your team has all the time in the world.” 

Well, he wasn’t going to use  his team. He was going to do it himself.  

“Yes ma’am,” he said finally. “I will not let you down… again.” Alexei turned and walked out, waving ever so slightly before he walked out of her office. 

He had formulated his plan in his head- barely- as he walked through the halls to say his final goodnights to Bill and Sandra, who were doing paperwork in her office. He was just on his way out when he was stopped by Jackie, who looked more peeved than usual. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, following alongside him, trying to keep up with his pace of determination, her blonde ponytail bouncing up and down. “You’re supposed to go home.” 

“I’m not going home yet. I am saying goodnight to my friends and then going back to West Street,” Alexei admitted. “And you cannot stop me because I know what I am doing, and that seems to be more than you.” 

“You can’t go back there,” she said. 

“Why not?” 

“Because we aren’t allowed, Alexei. Go home and be a good Agent for once,” she ordered, making a few other Agents around them turn their heads in curiosity. 

Little did she know her words only fueled him to take control even more. It was time to prove them all wrong- even if it was just a small act of defiance that probably wouldn’t result in much. 

He didn’t answer. He simply kept his strut.

An hour later, he was proved to be very mistaken. His small act of defiance led him face to face once again with The Winter Soldier.

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Soldier On [4]

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Winter comes and goes too quickly, for Safiya, because as soon as the snow’s melted, Magnus is at her door. Well, more accurately, at the South gate to her property, his magic banging against her carefully crafted shields. 

Let me in, He demands, voice booming in her head, his magic stinging at her nose even without being anywhere near his visage. Gilmore Girls is playing in the background on her old TV. She’d found the whole collection on CD in the attic - wrapped in gift paper for a Winter Star she hadn’t been around to see.

No, She fires back, but drops her shields anyway. 

Magnus is at her door only seconds later, and he knocks once before her door swings open for him and he strolls into her home. The door slamming shut behind him so hard it makes the windows rattle and Safiya flinch.

“You have been here for nearly two months,” Magnus starts, and Safiya pauses the CD player just as Luke shoves Jess into the lake, “And you’ve been to the store three times, you’ve interacted with no one, and your mailbox is full beyond full.” 

Safiya blinks at him, expecting more.

“Child.”

“Magnus.”

“You need to get out of the house,” Magnus says, and it’s more of an order than it is a suggestion, “There are people here who care about you. Who have known you since you were a little girl.”

“Who haven’t seen me for more than a decade,” Safiya retorts, “I haven’t lived here since I was like, six, Magnus.”

“That is not an excuse.”

Safiya sighs, long-suffering, and meets Magnus’ bright purple gaze, “First,” She begins, holding up her index finger, “Do not slam my door. Second,” Another finger goes up, “I have left home on more than one occasion. I go sit on the docks and I’ve been waiting for Joja to clear the landslide so I can go check out the old mines.”

“You haven’t interacted with anyone, Safiya.”

“I’ve interacted with you, and Caroline, and Pierre,” She says, lips a flat line of disinterest, “I’ve burned two of those people, and almost burned the other. That’s a pretty shit ratio, isn’t it?”

Magnus purses his lips, sighs through his nose, and says, “Leave your shields down, at least.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and if not for the fact that he’d made it very clear - despite his attraction for her mother - he wasn’t her father, it almost sounds like he could be her father.

Safiya sighs, “Fine.”

—

Sam, despite his knowing that Jodi and Vincent rely so heavily on him with his father gone, often finds himself wishing that his number had been called in any of the previous drafts since he’d turned eighteen. He knows that he should count himself lucky, to be twenty-four, twenty-five in Summer, and never had his number called for the draft. Six years, going on seven, of luck that he knows other people would have killed for.

If it weren’t for the fact that Jodi and Vincent needed him, he would have enlisted as soon as he’d been able. He knows, logically, that he would hate being in the military, he’s wild in a way that the military would quickly squash out of him. Knows his mind is scattered. So scattered that he wears different colored hair ties on his wrist in an attempt to keep his mental to-do list in order. 

He knows that if he ever told his mom that he had even an inkling of desire to enlist, join his fathers fight, that she’d laugh. Would remind him that he leads the town in community service hours, his short-term memory is crap, and that he can’t leave. Because, who would take care of Vince if you weren’t here, Sammy?

So, he’d stayed, worked some twenty hours a week at JojaMart, prayed to Yoba his number would be called during Sunday service, and taken Vincent down to the beach every Tuesday, Thursday, and weekend during Summer since he was seventeen. He’d gotten into all the trouble he possibly could without getting arrested, and worked hundreds of hours of community service.

He’d handled every single one of Vincent’s tantrums since his dad was deployed, had also been crossing his fingers and counting down the days until their dad came home. He’d been checking the mailbox every day for the last seven years, hoping to bring in a letter to soothe Jodi and Vincent’s nerves. 

He’d forget everything else. Forget to buy more milk, or put the eggs back in the fridge. But he’d never, not once in seven years, forgotten to check the mailbox. And he’d never forget the day his dad was allowed to come back home.

—

It’s only a few days after Safiya lets her shields drop that she really regrets the decision. She’s outside, on her hands and knees in freshly tilled dirt, trowel in hand and digging pockets into the earth to haphazardly dump strawberry seeds into.

She wonders, as she covers the seeds and holds her hand above the small pile of dirt to douse the soil with water magic, if this was what her grandfather had done with his time when she’d been gone. There are several large sheds next to the old greenhouse, which needs several panes of glass to be replaced, and each shed is packed full of equipment. 

She knows, that when she was little and she and her mother used to live with him, that he’d start his mornings with coffee and the portable radio blasting classic hits. He used to start his mornings by greeting the animals, radio left to play on the front porch, and then he’d spend the rest of his day tending to his fields. He’d had a state of the art sprinkler system then, and only half of it remains now, but he’d still taken the time to examine all of his crops with the utmost care.

She shakes the thought away, moving to the next patch of dirt, dumping more strawberry seeds into the little hole she’d dug, and dousing it with water. It’s repetitive and boring, but she can’t bring herself to put music on. Still too paranoid to let her guard down. So she listens to the birds sing in the trees that line her property, a sound that she hadn’t realized she’d missed.

She plants the last of her strawberry seeds, and rocks back onto haunches. Tilting her head up to the sky, she breathes. For the first time in nine years, Safiya lets herself breathe.

She must look stupid, she thinks, sitting in the middle of her field and covered in dirt. Must look ridiculous staring up at the sky with her hands in her lap.

“Excuse me,” A voice calls, a hand knocking against the metal gate to her farm, “D’you mind if I come in?”

Safiya shoots to her feet, body moving before she can even think, and her boots scuffle through soil as she puts more distance between herself and the gate to her farm. 

You’re safe, She reminds herself, and there’s a little spark of pride that she’d managed to keep her magic simmering just below the surface, rather than exploding out of her hands, There’s nobody here to hurt you.

“Uh,” She hesitates, squinting against the sun as she approaches the gate, avoiding trampling her fields anymore than she already has, “Sure,” She agrees, Magnus’ words buzzing in the back of her brain, “Come on in.”

The metal gate squeaks open, and she approaches the stranger just as they come through the gate. She holds a hand above her eyes, blocking the sun from her eyes as she takes in the new person - man, rather. He’s dressed in a military uniform and a spike of panic races up her spine, her brain immediately jumping to the assumption that Ferngill’s military wasn't as done with her as she’d thought. 

But she recognizes this man. Could never forget the face peering down at her, his hand held to his forehead in a salute.

“Colonel Atwood,” He says stiffly, apparently having also recognized her.

Safiya’s eyes go wide, brain stumbling for words before she gets to, “At ease.” Her hand raised, palm out, in a gesture she hopes is casual.

This man, she swore she’d never forget. Her forever numb fingers a guarantee that his service would never be forgotten in her mind. After all, how could she forget the man who’d abandoned his squadron just to escort her back to the nearest outpost.

“I remember you,” She says after a moment, when he says nothing else, “Your squad saved my life.”

He chuckles, a little stilted, just like she does. The sound having been lost some time ago. “I’m glad to see you soldiered through.”

This pulls a bark of laughter from Safiya, and she wonders somewhere in the back of her brain how screwed up she must be if it’s crappy barracks jokes that have her laughing, “It was either that or die, right?” She chuckles back, lips pulling in an awkward half-smile.

“Right,” He nods, and his shoulders loosen into a slow curve instead of the square line they’d been, “I’m Kent,” He introduces, and he doesn’t offer his hand to her - knows better than to shake the hand of a military mage.

“Safiya,” She returns, nodding politely at him. There’s another beat of awkward silence, “Right,” She clears her throat, “Was there anything you needed?”

“Right,” He coughs, and they’re just two soldiers standing across from each other in Safiya’s yard again, “My wife, Jodi, had told me there was a new farmer out here. I figured I’d come by and introduce myself.”

Safiya chuckles, awkward and unsure of what to say next, “Well,” She dredges the words up, “Thanks for coming by. It was a pleasure to meet you. Again.”

He dips his head, and she watches his hand come halfway up for a salute before he forces it back down at his sides, “My wife is hosting a dinner party,” He tells her, and she blinks at him, “It would be my honor to have you there, Colonel.”

Safiya blinks again, brain struggling to process his request. But she finds herself nodding dumbly anyway, unsure how to say no to the man that had saved her life when she was only fifteen. “I’ll be there,” She promises, as he tells her his address and to come by around six.

He salutes her one last time from the other side of her gate, and she dismisses him with a salute and quick nod of her head. She returns to her dirt and her strawberry seeds, ready to fix what she’d trampled over, and she tries to let the tension bleed out of her again.

—

Sebastian doesn’t know why Sam would invite him over for dinner. Not when Kent had just gotten home. He’d assumed the Freeman family would have wanted more time to themselves.

“Mom’s makin’ a big deal ‘bout it.” Sam had explained to him, sprawled across the couch in Sebastian’s room as the two of them passed a joint back and forth, “Dad was goin’ round town this mornin’ to say hi to all the neighbors.”

Sebastian hummed noncommittally as he took another deep drag off the joint, and he’d wondered absently how the hell Sam’s got more of a country drawl than he does despite being from the city. 

“Anyway,” Sam continued, and Sebastian had blinked blearily at him. Sam’s red-rimmed blue eyes blinked back at him, “Mom said I gotta ask a friend over…”

Sam was often smarter than Sebastian gave him credit for, he had to admit. Because his best friend had him figured out a little too well. If Sebastian had been sober, he would’ve told Sam to fuck right off and have Abi over for dinner. Leave him out of it. 

But he’d been high. 

And now he’s in one of his nicer pairs of jeans, a clean jacket fished from his closet, smoking a cigarette on his way to Sam’s house. He actually can’t remember the last time he’d met Sam’s dad. If Kent would even remember him. 

It doesn’t matter. Not like Kent would remember him after so many years away. 

“Dude’s brain is probably fried,” He mutters to himself, smoke billowing from his lips before he takes another drag of his cigarette. 

Sebastian stubs out his cigarette at the end of Sam’s street, chucks the butt into Haley and Emily’s garbage can. He hopes that the early Spring breeze is enough to get most of the cigarette smell off of him, and loops towards the river in front of Sam’s house to buy himself some time. 

But the riverbank is occupied. And by someone he doesn’t know. 

She’s dressed in a formal military coat he’s only ever seen on TV, thick swatches of deep black embroidered with gold - a mages coat. Her dark hair a sort of blue-black he hasn’t seen before spilling across her back as she lights up a cigarette.

Her eyes cut briefly towards him, and he feels a little like he’s being hunted in the quick second she drags her gaze over his body. He silently curses at the jolt it sends through him, his dick twitching in his pants over a girl who’d looked at him like he was gnat.

He realizes that holy shit Abi wasn’t lying, because there’s no tell-tale click of a lighter. Just a tiny flame dancing on her index finger as she lights up. He blinks at her, before he turns sharply on his heel and heads towards Sam's house.

Jodi shouts at him from the kitchen to take off his shoes and coat at the door, and he knows better than to ignore her. He’d been on the receiving end of her wrath after walking across her clean floors with dirty shoes only once before, and he wasn’t in a hurry to relive it anytime soon. 

“Hey, man,” Sam greets, and it must be Sebastian’s imagination, but the blonde’s smile is strained when he claps him on the back as Seb toes off his shoes, “Thanks for coming.”

Sebastian nods, shrugging Sam’s hand off of him and he lets his best friend drag him into the cramped dining room kitchen combo, where Vincent is sitting proudly in his father’s lap and chattering away.

“And yesterday, I found this super huge bug in the woods with Miss Penny and Jas,” He can hear the little boy saying, Vincent’s arms splaying wide to emphasize the size of the bug he’d caught. Kent nods along, and he looks a little pained when he smiles at his youngest son.

Jodi is at the stove, mashing a massive pot of potatoes as three other things continue warming on the stove, and there’s a roast in the oven. Or, he thinks it’s a roast. It smells like a roast. 

“Sebastian’s here,” Sam announces as he shoves Seb into the middle of the room, and Vincent cheers as he leaps from his dad’s lap to grab Sebastian by the hand to tug him towards Kent. 

Jodi looks up from her pot of mashed potatoes just long enough to say hello, and he offers a strained smile in return when he sees the poorly veiled anxiety in her eyes at the fuller house. 

“Look, look, Seb,” Vincent cheers as he pulls him along, “Dad’s home!”

Sebastian nods, and he watches Sam approach his mom with his hands splayed out and gesturing at the stove from the corner of his eye, “I see that, Vince,” He chuckles, nodding at Kent as Vincent climbs back into the older man's lap. 

Jodi curses quietly by the stove, and Sebastian turns his head just in time to catch the sight of Sam backing away from her, saying something he can’t hear. And while Sebastian could admit that his home life wasn’t short of arguments, his house was never this chaotic. 

Not when Sam is stumbling over one of Vincent’s toy cars and gripping the door jam to keep himself from falling on his face. Or with how Kent seems to be getting increasingly uncomfortable with every pop of the stove. Or with how Jodi seems to be getting increasingly frustrated with the potatoes on the stove.

Yeah, Sebastian’s house has got its own share of crazy. But it’s nothing like this. He can handle his mom and Demetrius going at it and yelling at each other for hours on end. Can handle arguing with Demetrius, especially now that he and Maru are on better terms. 

But this. 

He’s not built for this. 

The doorbell rings, and Kent is on his feet in an instant, depositing Vincent at Sebastian’s feet as he beelines for the door. Yelling over his shoulder, “I’ll get it.”

“Okay-!” Jodi huffs, nudging past Sebastian and Sam as she begins depositing dish after dish onto the table. More than usual, for some reason. 

“Thanks again,” Sam mutters to Sebastian as they move out of Jodi’s way, Sam redirecting Vincent into the living room to play for a minute while Jodi fusses over the table settings.

“It’s a fu-freaking madhouse in here,” Sebastian responds, keeping his voice low as they take up space in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. “I’ve never seen your mom so worked up, dude.”

Sam nods, and Sebastian’s attention finds its way to the front door. Where Kent is helping the same girl he’d seen smoking by the river out of her coat, leaving her in ill-fitting dark jeans and a pale blue t-shirt with faded graphics on it. 

Not what he’d expected to be under that military coat.

“Is she…?” Sebastian asks, leaning towards Sam as he nods at her, and the faintly glowing and pulsing scars on her arms.

“Military?” Sam finishes for him, “Yes.”

Holy fucking shit, He thinks, watching as Kent seems to relax at another military presence in the house, he and the new farmer speaking in low tones as the older man gestures at Vincent, Abi wasn’t fucking lying. Yoba damn it.

“Dinner’s ready,” Jodi yells from the kitchen, and then everyone is shuffling into the kitchen, Vincent darting between Sam and Sebastian from where they stand in the entryway to claim his seat next to his dad. 

The mage takes a carefully measured glance around the room, and once everyone else has taken a seat, she finds a place right next to Sebastian. Two outsiders at a family dinner they have no business being a part of. 

Jodi huffs out a smile, as she takes her seat next to Kent, and as she stretches out her hands in a silent request to say grace, Sebastian can only focus on the two unlit candles in the middle of the table. And the stranger sitting on his left, who makes no move to grab his hand for grace when he offers it.

“It’s better that you don’t,” She tells him, her lips pulling taut in what Sebastian thinks is meant to be an apology. Her eyes flick from his hand to his face, and he’s once again startled by the sharpness of her gaze.

“Right, no worries,” He mumbles, his hand falling to the table.

She says nothing else, and if she offers a silent prayer while Jodi says grace, Sebastian can’t tell. Her eyes having fixated on a spot on the table, while his gaze stays on her. 

“Yoba bless us,” Jodi finishes, and he nearly jumps at the thought of having been caught staring at the strange new farmer sitting next to him at his best friend’s dinner table. Vincent is already serving himself as fast as he can, even as Jodi quietly scolds him for not waiting for their guests.

“It’s alright,” The farmer tells Jodi, when she chuckles apologetically in their direction, “He’s still growing.”

“See, Ma,” Vincent says with a proud grin, stacking his plate with more food than he’ll be able to eat - even Sebastian knows. “‘S okay, ‘cuz ‘m growin’!”

Kent grumbles quietly to Vincent as he takes the serving tongs from his youngest son's hands and passes them over to Sebastian. Who promptly offers them to the farmer, who shakes her head no and lets him have first - technically second - go at the food on the table.

She actually makes it a point to go last it seems, even having a polite fight with Jodi over it. And even once every body’s plates had been filled, Sebastian had watched from the corner of his eye as she watched them. Waited for everyone to get at least a few bites down before she began eating her own meal.

Weird, He thought with a shrug, sharing a sidelong glance with Sam before returning his focus to his food before Jodi could start a conversation.

“So,” Jodi starts, looking at the farmer, “Safiya, right? Kent says you served together?”

Sebastian can’t help it, his head whipping towards the farmer, towards Safiya, as Sam chokes on his water next to him. Because, Holy Shit, Abi was right.

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It's killian Lynch's birthday so here's special HCs about him!

Killian Lynch Random HCs

He hangs out with Cian at least once a week in weekend when he asks him to. Cian loves to hang out with Killian and Killian doesn't like it that much as Cian but he just does it for his son c:

When it's night or he's done with all his work, he goes to bed cuddling Julius to take a nap. He doesn't actually sleep at night and wake up in the morning, he justs sleeps when he wants to but always with his schedule done.

When he was a child, he used to cook himself cuz there was no one who could cook for him. But when he lived with Julius, Julius cooked for him so he didn't really had to cook by himself anymore. So he forgot how to cook for dozens of years, and that's why he doesn't like/can't cook. Because he has a trauma and also lost memories of how to do. (He actually cannot cook in canon as well)

When he's searching for a victim, he almost always goes to club and places like that lol. But as for club, he ONLY goes there when he needs to find victim. He doesn't really go there with his pure will cuz he doesn't really have time and also not a fan of it.

When he's selfharming again, Julius always comes to Killian to comfort or make him feel better. And Killian actually selfharms when he's having a mental breakdown, but he sometimes also does it to make Julius be with him. (He can stand the pain)

His favorite ice cream flavor is salted caramel and least fav is mint chocolete.

His childhood dream was being a royal soldier lol

In winter, Killian almost always wears scarves to cover his scar on the neck. It make him to cover his most unique physical feature so that none of his enemies can recognize him very fast. (He also wears it when it's too cold for him lol)

He also once had a stuffed comfort toy when he was young just like Julius having mr.bear. But now he lost it cuz his mom secretly sold the toy at the market while child Killian sleeping😡.

Here's a chart of how well other characters get along with Killian:

Julius-100/100 (Best)

Sera-87/100

Kelly-80/100

Cian-79/100

Duvessa-75/100

Octavian-73/100

Devlin- 70/100

Sullivan-20/100

Seamus-15/100

Lucien- -100/100 (Least)

When he finds child or children in trouble(Like, being involved in danger or cannot find their parents), Killian does his best to take care of and help them until their parents come. He just can't ignore it..:D

Duvessa and Killian's relationship is a little...cool? Or weird? I don't know. They still does some sexual actions when Killian needs it but nothing else really. They're just sex partners for each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

His favorite meal is medium rare steak, and least fv is any fast foods such as KFC, Burger King, Mcdonalds or whatever.

When he gets mad at Julius or someone he thinks it's important, he throws stuff towards them or some physical threat such as strangling their neck. Cuz he thinks this will make them be scared of him and think there's no other choice but listening to him. (As for Julius, Killian always ALWAYS apologize after what he've done to him.)

...That's all for now! Do you like it? :D

Character is by - @sanityshorror

[skarsgards-bill]

"A Place in My Heart" - Bucky Barnes x f! Reader

Not me again trying some writing as I'm doing nothing this whole weekend hehe. I've been thinking about how Bucky would be such a fluff gentleman if he had a girlfriend or something, so I had in mind some romantic friend/boyfriend shot. Although he wants peace, being the Winter Soldier will somehow always put him and his love interest in danger.

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/S) = Your surname

Word count: 995

Bucky was always alert in the midst of the chaos in which he still lived inside his mind, mainly because he couldn't – and no matter how hard he tried – get rid of the dark past. Every day the hard and cold nightmares of a parallel reality haunted him, waking him up scared and with a trembling body, sweaty and stiffened by the memories that still sounded vivid in his dreams. The last time he didn't feel a bit out of his mind was when he moved to the new apartment, where he saw that he would have peace, comfort and even a “hug” from the place that conveyed serenity and security. Since the post-mission against the Flag Smashers, Barnes hasn't had much time to go back to dealing with the past few years in a caring way, specially because he doesn't feel like talking openly about his Winter Soldier stint as a serial killer. The new Winter Soldier was considered more “beloved”, even if he still carried with him the marks of what he tried, for years, to erase from his memory. The man woke suddenly, metallic arm clenched into a tight fist as an automatic defense, irregular heart beats and trembling hands showing signs of yet another agonizing experience. Bucky felt sweat dripping from his spore and grabbed a bottle of water, wetting his parched, burning throat. (Y/N)'s head popped through the small gap in the bedroom door, the light from the hallway illuminating a bit of your body.  

"You alright? I heard you scream.” (Y/N) met Bucky a few months ago, when you first spoke with someone experienced and who knew the amazing Captain America. At the time, the two of you – oddly enough, and Barnes was never one to say so many words, besides always keeping a frown of distrust – got along well and you knew that silent side of him, and didn't blame him. The journalist published an article in which she reported the last interactions between James and Steve, before the Captain returned to time. When you met Sam, the friend tried, in a very discreet way, so that (Y/N) could pass on government information to them, and ended up becoming a great trusthful to them. That night, you were taking care of a project while waiting for Barnes to get back from another mission, which he didn't want to say what it was. 

“Shit, it never ends,” he growled as he set the bottle on top of the nightstand. "If I had a choice, I would have asked them to permanently erase my memory." He sounded disappointed, and even though he didn't see him so well in the dark, (Y/N) could see a look of pain. The woman entered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. She was never invasive and always respected the soldier's space, even though there she saw a true and genuine friendship between the two, and that Bucky could trust you, despite keeping himself almost always closed.  

“James, you know you need to go back and keep seeing Christina. I get it, what you went through was something you can't shake off, but you have to stay sane to survive”, (Y/S) caught a glimpse of her friend nodding. Of course, he knew that, but he often ended up closing himself off from the world, especially from Sam Wilson, who he was always with. 

“I don't know what else I can do,” Barnes sighed, holding your hand, which was still resting on his shoulder. "I have nowhere to run". The man in front of you showed such fragility, you had practically never seen that about him. You knew about the nightmares, the flashes of memory, the memories that still roamed through his super-soldier body, but you didn't know how to deal with the moments when he struggled against all the trauma he had lived, trapped in his mind without being able to get rid of them. 

“Bucky,” you called him, gently cupping his chin so that he would look at you. The crack of light in the hallway showed a body tired of fighting so much against it all. "You've been through a lot so far, you deserve to live like a guy, who we all now consider a hero." He let out a nasal laugh. “You deserve that redemption, mainly because you recognize that now everything you do is for the good of people. Fuck what they think, fuck it. I know it still hurts to remember the death of Yori's son, but that wasn't you." He looked down resentfully. (Y/N)'s words, even if painful, were quite harmonious, and made him – somehow – less guilty about his personal issues.  

“Thank you, (Y/S). Seriously. I needed to hear this. I just hope I can go back to dreaming less about all this”, he said. “How about we go somewhere tomorrow, drink some beers or some coffee?”, Barnes questioned, a smirk formed on his lips and his face already looked more relieved. The journalist nodded and smiled at her friend, getting up from the bed to leave the room.  

"Try to sleep again, tomorrow will be a new day", (Y/S) stopped in the doorway to wish him good night, seeing that he was already getting ready to go to bed again. 

“Good night, (Y/S). While you're still here, go to sleep and finish your article tomorrow, otherwise I will kick you out in the middle of the night”, Bucky shot in a playful way. (Y/N) laughed at the way he spoke to her. You took the opportunity to spend the night at his house so you could settle the matter about John Walker, and – charmingly – he asked you not to come home late. Even though he exuded a "princey man", you knew James wasn't in the right frame of mind to get involved with anyone right now, and it wasn't something you were thinking about either, even though your relationship was one of extreme tenderness. 

[suckitsurveys]

Will you be single over winter? Nope.

Are you mad at anyone right now? Everyone and everything.

Do you add random questions into surveys when you take them? No. I’ll sometimes delete ones if I can’t figure out to reply to them though lol.

Where do you wanna live when you grow up? I am “grown up” and living in Chicago is fine.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? I’m wearing jeans.

Would you get married if you could right now? I am married.

Do you consider yourself spoiled? Yes, but not in a bratty way. I am spoiled with love and being able to afford nice things or having help getting nice things.

Do you get annoyed when you see someone you don’t like? Yes I do.

Could you see yourself dropping out of high school? I've been done with high school for a while.

Is there anyone you want to see right now? Not at this very moment. I’d like to be home though.

What were you doing 12 a.m. last night? I was asleep.

Would you go out in public looking like you do now? Yes, I already left the house.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? Yes.

How was your weekend? It was okay! Saturday Mark and I went to his mom’s house and Sunday was very chill; just did errands and a couple chores and Mark and I went to get his hair done and grabbed lunch.

Are you a mean person? No. I can be, but not overall.

What woke you up today? My alarms.

What is something you disliked about your day? It’s only 9:30am, not a lot has happened.

Have you kissed anyone whose name started with a T? Nope.

Did you date anyone last summer? I’m married.

Where will you be twelve hours from now? At home. I don’t have to work tomorrow so I’m going to stay up a lil later than usual.

Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? Yes.

Have you ever slept on a couch with that person? Yes, several times.

Have you written a letter to a soldier? Nope.

Ever been in a perfect relationship? The one I am in now is pretty perfect.

Is the last person you kissed mad at you? He’s a lil disappointed I spent so much money on Sabrina Carpenter tickets, but I don’t think he’s mad at me lol.

How do you feel about the person who texted you last? I love him more than life itself.

What are you looking forward to? This weekend! I took off tomorrow and we’re going to the apple orchard and then Saturday is SNL!!!!!!!!!!! and then Sunday is Mark’s birthday and we’re going camping into Monday, which I also took off. Happy 4 day weekend to me!!! I’m also looking forward to Novemeber; I’m seeing Sabrina Carpenter AND Billie Eilish within two weeks of each other. One in SLC, the other in Chicago. Both with my best friend!!!!!!!!

Do you think you are an argumentative person? Nope.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Tired and in pain. My back hurts.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Yeah.

What time did you go to sleep last night? Around 11:00pm.

Where did you buy the shirt you’re wearing now? Torrid.

What color are your eyes? Green.

The last song you listened to? I don’t remember.

Do you believe change is always good? I mean, change is constant and we are all adaptable.

Where are the majority of your clothes from? Places that sell clothes.

[the-firebird69]

Well I know it's my son I said boy is that weird he's got someone to do it and it's working and he's the one running this mission is to have any funding he's gonna start a go fund me page for what the X men alpha flight suicide squad agents of shield and a few more probably should do something. I know here what you're saying it's a partial parallel but not really this is the hardest guys to get off their **** to get information and he says that Comic Con helps them they're afraid. I've worked with them before as Wonder Woman and I do understand it. Now I will tell you that they see a lot of them get hurt and get mad I don't want them to have to. I have methods of doing things and it works and we're gonna get going on it I do hear you and I see you this is amazing you did a great job i've ever seen anything like that and how do you think of it and he says years and years of living and having fun and wanting to be free from their tyranny and that's really strange I like to make things that work better. See him make so many inventions and he's owed so much money and the Mac proper are keeping it from him with threatening tons of things is real big then we saw our dream and they're changing it 'cause you can't open and he says they'll catch on they usually do and Mike says yeah we're starting to get it it's not his fault at all and it's our fault a little and now they're paying attention a little but this is great and I'm going to Comic Con as Wonder Woman. I might change into Seahawk in a few other characters he wants a loan from me which means I need money mom and he can go as Bean well maybe the Punisher and I'll have to wear shorts underneath his pants cause it's so damn hot I know what and I say this you change your pants it says you can't in the past from everyone piece all over the place but that's what it's like giving a kid ok. He wants to go because he knows it'll help but they think that they should go without him to make sure it's okay and he wants to go on August it would work a lot more than bodybuilding but if he goes to both it would work pretty good and if he gets money he might use it somehow it cost a lot to Epsilon drive and he can't seem to get insurance it's temporary I was astounded what do people do that don't have a car and the bus is the option and he's gonna look in there so there's several things he can do comic Con is on the weekend he'd have to take a bus but he can stay up there because the bus takes too long and he can take the bus back and it's not that much he thinks it's like 30 bucks from somewhere and that the new dialer ride Michael closer to it and it's true so that might work but jeez guys this is horrible even leroy is just a loser and you don't see it so we're going to have to change it up and we're gonna have to start working 'cause people who aren't doing it can't do it I guess but they can be part of the team and they like doing that and they'll have to learn the ropes for real.

Wonder Woman ak Kamilla

and i thank yuoi need it and now good

Peacemaker cena lol yeh me the real deal she is Dianna too the real deal ok her his mom and wow this is cool two now. and has done her share. worked in nazi germany and vanquished and wash elped out by her son chitty chitty bang bang hitlers own car. and he is around mb. we find out who

now too

..

we needed this so badly. forgot he says and he came to him good

Wonder Woman aka Kamilla

i have a charaacter and ok Ethan Hunt can do it too and wo mops jacket lol embarrassing yes. and small ii was small..wiil be damnit. water ok not good i see it.

no a better one. not the winter soldier that is later edge of tommorrow hahaah cruise no. and im not huge ok. we have it there shortly. i am a green lantern yes. and shall be no. you will see ok all.

and real too

grandpa aka biden lol im his hero helpe him a lot learn and be disciplined. dream of being a hero and more. and yes long distance too. grandma was kind to him ok he knows it lvoed him misses her too. mac woman. as was the insurance lady loma. she is entombed for sure a big name. and we know she is.

biden

for sure we go there shortly. a nd no your spandex wont fit you anymore ahhaah huge now and well it would be fine nope ice good. bad jokes all around. cassandra she has a character her lol ahhaah loks like her lol ahhaah. on the sistine chapel wall and hahah grafiti 200 years later lol no way fun ok ahhaah

trump

you suck both of you hhaahh lol and right back but no not grafiti is me ahahah lol

cassandra

[jojolu]

CHAPTER 6!!!!

Mom’s Weekend and the Winter Soldier

Chapter 1

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes and Sarah Wilson

Summary: Sarah Wilson, Connie Caro and Avery Vance were the only three of Sarah’s friends that were still here after the blip. They have a monthly girls day before having a kid free weekend. Normally Sarah has nothing to talk about…but not anymore.

Word Count: 2.2K

Rating: Mature

May

“So you are just going to sit here in my house and lie to me, Sarah Wilson?”

“I have not said one lie, Connie.”

“Shall I remind you that omitting the truth is a lie.” Avery says as she walks back into the living room hold another pitcher of Sangria.

“Start at the beginning…..I saw you two at the cookout. You looking all googly eyed at him. Where did you two disappear to? All three of the Wilson boys asked me if I saw you.”

“They did? Sam is fine and needs to mind his own business. The boys just adore James…Bucky.” You quickly say.

“And what about you? How do you feel about James….uh. I mean Bucky.” Connie says mimicking your tone when she said James.

Avery pours you your third glass of Sangria.

“Ughhhh….fine..I hate you both.”

Keep reading

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I’ve been thinking about insomniac!reader and Bucky with nightmares that keep him up at all hours of the night— Bucky coming into the kitchen to get a warm glass of milk, but instead finding reader just pulling out a fresh batch of cookies from stress-baking. Maybe they have a nice little conversation and wind up falling asleep and snuggling together?

No pressure to write anything, I totally understand either way 🩵🩵

Cookies, Conversations, and Cuddles » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky stay up and eat cookies and have a nice conversation when the two of you can’t sleep.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Insomniac!Reader, nightmares, cuddles, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky gasps loudly and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard of his bed. He sat there panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat, trying to gather his surroundings in his dark bedroom. Once he regained his breath, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen, not bothering to put on a shirt.

He stopped a few feet from the entrance to the kitchen. The kitchen lights are on and he heard noises in there. He cautiously walked in the kitchen, only to see you taking out the second tray of cookies out of the oven.

“Y/N?” Bucky approached the counter. “What are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m baking.” You answered. “I couldn’t sleep.” You tell him. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Nightmares.” He answers.

Your heart broke for Bucky. He has told you about the nightmares he has from when he was the Winter Soldier.

“Here…” You pushed a plate of cookies towards him. “These might help.” You say.

“What flavor are they?” He asks, picking up a cookie.

“Chocolate chip.” You answered.

“My favorite.” He smiles and took a bite. “These are amazing!” He compliments.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile.

Bucky watched as you put more cookies onto another plate as he ate some from a different plate.

“Let’s go sit down.” Bucky suggests. “We can watch TV or talk.” He says.

You stared at the cookies on the plates in front of you, wanting to make more, but you do want to have a nice conversation with Bucky. You washed your hands before following Bucky to the lounge room with a plate of cookies.

“What else can you bake besides cookies?” Bucky asks curiously.

“Anything.” You answered. “Cake, brownies, muffins.” You listed off.

“I love muffins!” He tells you excitedly. “I remember when I was a kid, my mom made me and my sister muffins every weekend for breakfast. I wanted chocolate chips and Rebecca wanted blueberry so my mom combined the two and made chocolate chip blueberry muffins.” He says.

“Those sound good.” You took a bite of a cookie. “I can make those for you sometime if you want.” You suggested.

“Yes please!” He says happily.

You made sure to keep that noted in your head. It gave you an idea.

You and Bucky continued to have a nice conversation till you felt yourself getting sleepy.

“You getting tried, doll?” Bucky asks.

“A little.” You yawned. “But I don’t want that to ruin our conversation.” You say with a pout.

Bucky readjusts himself on the couch and laid down.

“C’mere.” He motions for you to lay on top of him. “You can lay on top of me and we can keep talking.” He says.

You smile at him before crawling on top of him and got comfortable.

“Are you sure I’m not crushing you?” You asked to be sure you’re not hurting him.

“I’m sure.” He smiles. “I like you on top of me.” He pauses when he realizes what he said. “Sorry.” He apologizes. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He says with a small chuckle.

You could help but giggle when he said that. You and Bucky continued talking. You eventually laid your head on his chest with your face facing the TV. Bucky stopped mid sentence and looked down at you, thinking you were watching TV. It didn’t take him long to hear your even breathing pattern. He looked over at the back of the couch and found a blanket draped over it. He grabbed it and covered the two of you up with it. He then wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky whispers and kissed the top of your head.

Bucky fell asleep after a few minutes. The next morning, Steve heard the sound of the TV. He went to the lounge room to turn it off, only to find you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch and sleeping peacefully. Steve knows you and Bucky get little to no sleep so he didn’t bother waking you guys up. He put the TV on a low volume and adjusted the blanket on the two of you before letting you two get more sleep.

Steve walks in the kitchen to see a couple plates of cookies on the kitchen counter and dirty dishes in the skin from when you were baking last night. He also knows you stress bake so he didn’t mind it. He loves it when you bake. Steve couldn’t help himself but take a couple cookies.

“I smell cookies!” Sam says as he walked in the kitchen.

“I’m guessing Y/N stressed baked again.” Natasha says.

“Yes she did and shh.” Steve quietly shushing them. “Y/N and Bucky are sleeping in the lounge room. Don’t wake them.” He tells them.

Sam and Natasha nodded and got some cookies. The rest of the Avengers came in the kitchen and got some cookies too.

A few hours later, you were still on top of Bucky when you woke up. You rubbed your eyes and looked up to see Bucky looking at you with a smile on his face.

“How’d you sleep, doll face?” Bucky asks, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Good.” You answered. “How about you?” You asked.

“Good.” He answers. “I feel like I sleep better when we’re cuddling.” He says, smiling.

“Me too.” You say with a smile.

You got off of Bucky so the two of you could stretch. You looked up at the clock on the wall and read 12:15pm.

“Wow, we really slept in.” You told Bucky. “I think we missed the meeting.” You say.

“It’s ok. Steve will fill us in later.” Bucky says.

You two then went to your bedrooms and got dressed. You went back to the kitchen to clean up your mess from last night. Bucky walked in the kitchen and grabbed a couple cookies before sitting down at the table, watching you do the dishes.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Bucky asks.

“Nope.” You answered. “I do know what I want to bake next though.” You say.

“What is it?” He asks excitedly.

“A true baker never reveals her secrets.” You jokingly say.

Little does Bucky know that you’re going to the store to get the ingredients to make the chocolate chip blueberry muffins he was telling you about last night. You made sure Bucky was busy doing something so you can bake them and surprise him. You knocked his bedroom door and he gave you permission to come in.

“Are you busy?” You asked.

“I’m never busy for you, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

You couldn’t help but blush and smile when Bucky called you doll. You love it when he calls you that. It makes you feel special.

“I have a surprise for you.” You tell him.

“Ooh, what is it?” He asks curiously.

You held the container of muffins out for him. Bucky took the container from your hands and sat down on his bed. You sat down next to him. He was speechless when he opened the container.

“Chocolate Chip Blueberry Muffins.” Is all he said.

He picked up one and took a bit of it, humming at the taste and savored it.

“I know it’s not like how your mom made it for you and your sister, but I tried.” You say.

“Are you kidding? These are amazing!” Bucky exclaims.

“Oh… thank-” Bucky kissed you before you could finish thanking him. “You.” You finally said.

“Sorry.” He mumbles softly. “I didn’t mean to do that. I haven’t had these in years and-” You kissed him before he could finish his sentence.

“It’s ok.” You tell him. “If this is what I get for baking you something, I look forward to your kisses.” You say with a smile.

Bucky kissed you once more before sharing the muffins with you. Let’s just say yours and Bucky’s love story started with chocolate chip blueberry muffins.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[jof2jokes]

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[spiderbun]

I just want to die happily sandwiched between bucky barnes and dick grayson is that too much to ask for 🥲

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Oh i have a request where chris evans having picnic date with his pregnant wife, reader in central park! paparazzi and fans are there

Strawberry Kisses

Pairing: Chris Evan x Pregnant! wife reader

Summary: You and Chris have a Picnic in Central Park

Warning: Kids, paparazzi at the end, Chris with Kids, pregnant, Crying. 

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @wndawtch @dumb-fawkin-bitch @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @winter-soldier-vibes

The two of you were walking around Central Park after his 5 show weekend. You were wearing a beautiful sundress that didn't hide the baby bump that was forming. You recently announced to the world that you guys were expecting at his opening night, and everyone was overjoyed to hear. While the happy couple loved the response from the public, you definitely needed some time off. 

Chris was carrying a little picnic basket while you held a blanket, and your free hands intertwined with each other. “How were the shows this weekend?” you asked as you looked at your husband's sunglasses. “It went well, but I'm excited for my family to come next weekend. Ma hasn't stopped texting me about how excited she is,” he responded with a chuckle. He quickly took the lead and grabbed your hand tighter as he lead the two of you to a nice empty area. 

“I think I have you beat. Lisa won't stop asking for updates about our peanut. I can tell she is going to be an amazing grandmother already,” you smiled as you laid the blanket down on the green grass. Chris dropped the basket on the blanket before coming over and putting his hand on your stomach while another stroked your cheek. He leaned in for a small but passionate kiss. 

“And I know that you are going to be an amazing mother. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. I love you so much.” he said softly to you. You let a small tear roll down your face before laughing. “Sorry, hormones,” you replied. “But I love you too bubs,” you responded before giving him a quick kiss. 

“However I am hungry for some strawberries,” you said as you lay down on the blanket. Chris copied your movement as he opened up the basket and got everything set up. You had cut-up ham and cheese sandwiches, pretzels, sparkling water, and a huge box of strawberries. Peanut loved strawberries. 

As you looked around you, you saw a young boy with an iron man shirt pointing at you guys as he looked at his mom. “Hey Cap looks like you got a fan,” you smiled at him and pointed your head in the direction of the duo. Chris turned to see and let out a laugh as waved at the kid. He quickly took his mom's hand and ran to where the two of you were. “Are you Captain America?” the boy asked Chris, looking at him with his big brown eyes.

“I am, but I'm on a secret mission from Fury so we’ve got to keep it down,” Chris said as he switched into Captain mode. As Chris and the boy talked, you watched in awe at how sweet he was with him. You felt the tears coming down like a waterfall, which Chris didn't notice until the boy pointed it out. “Why is the other agent crying?” he asked, pointing towards you. Chris turned and saw you grabbed napkins to dot your eyes. “She got hurt so I have to attend to her,” he quickly spoke and he turned his attention towards you. 

“Bubs, what happened, are you okay?” he asked as he took his hand to your face and stroked your cheeks, just as he did earlier. You smiled while looking at him, “You are going to be an amazing dad Chris,” you whispered. “The way you were interacting with him just made me (sniffle) so happy, because you have the biggest heart. It's one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

Looking into Chris’s eyes, you see tears of his own start coming down. He grabbed your face as you shared a passionate kiss. “I love you my sunshine,” he spoke. “Love you more bubs,” you said as you reached down to get a long strawberry with the stem cut off, just as you like them. You put one end into your mouth, and Chris did the same the two of you meet in the middle for a quick kiss. 

“Strawberry kisses, my favorite,” Chris commented as he winked making you fall back with laughter. What the two of you didn't notice was the paparazzi capturing the moment between the two of you, making the world fall in love with you guys once again.