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stevieang · 5 years ago

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Life As You Know It

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader Insert, college AU

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: High school clique drama, implied bullying, mean girls, boy/girl best friends, vague reference to death if you look sideways and upside down

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Summary: You and Tony Stark were best friends, your mothers were best friends, and you were always there for each other. You went to the same high school and attended college in the same town. Maria Stark loved you like her own, and knew that, given the right amount of time and opportunity, more could develop between you and her son. Would the two of you catch on?

A/N: Congratulations to @fanficfaerie for this follower milestone, it is so well deserved! Thank you for creating and running this Disney Song and Quote Challenge, I am sure it is time consuming and taxing in ways I can’t imagine. I appreciate the opportunity to participate, though I’m a tad nervous - I’ve never written Tony Stark before - hope this fits the bill!

Quote: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Winnie the Pooh

You were fuming. The good-girl, goodie-two-shoes rep that you so carefully cultivated with your teachers had always served you well. It was a complete act, but only your besties had any inkling. Until today, when the meanest of mean girls in your private school learned that you were responsible for a social media post detailing her daily atrocities. Your best friend Tony Stark helped you erase all traces of a digital fingerprint, but somehow, Christine found out and, after enlisting her parents’ help, had your ass hauled to the principal’s office.

As you listened to the adults yelling, lecturing, and threatening, all you could think of was the scene in “The Incredibles” when Dash’s teacher was trying to convince the principal to suspend him for putting a tack on his chair, to no avail. Except in your reality, there was no parent in the room to defend or punish you. Your parents were divorced, your Dad living on the other side of the country and your Mom, a pharmaceutical sales rep for a national company, always on the road. You had a good relationship with both your parents, but they were of the mind that the biggest part of their job was to instill solid moral character and independence from an early age. When you turned 16 and started driving, your mom made good on her plan to prepare you for adulthood. You had to complete all necessary home and school functions, maintain an acceptable GPA, incur no disciplinary problems, and communicate daily with her about the little and big things going on in your life. In exchange, you could come and go as you pleased, and have run of the house when she traveled, which was more often than not. Your living situation was the envy of the school. You weren’t about to do anything to mess it up, but today, it seemed you were on the fast-track to doing just that.

As your mom was out of town, the person they called, your guardian in absentia, was your Mom’s best friend since childhood, Maria Stark. Mrs. Stark was used to being called in to various offices of authority to answer for her son’s behavior, ego, or infractions. Tony started building internal combustion engines when he was 6, so high school was something he could have skipped altogether, but was forced upon him by his mother, to “foster social skills,” and help him get the “traditional teenage experience.” He was smarter than all his teachers and never let an opportunity pass where he could point that out. It was never well received. You two made a great “we don’t fit the mold and we love it” duo.

“Explain to me again why we’re here, sir, because I am at a loss to understand what rule this young lady has broken.” Maria was elegant, sophisticated and, in her own right, a very smart woman. When she asked a question, most likely she knew the answer; she was simply gathering information to support her argument against the unlucky person sitting across from her.

“Mrs. Stark, this young lady used social media to smear and defame the reputation of another student. As the school handbook states, this is grounds for detention and possibly suspension, as well as joint treatment sessions with the school counselor.” You leapt out of your chair, full of righteous teenage anger, intent on storming out. Maria’s hand on your arm and supportive gaze cooled your temper; she wasn’t going to let anyone steamroll you.

The next hour was spent determining what evidence, if any, conclusively linked you to the incident. Turns out, there was none, other than the suspicion of parents who were mortified that their daughter’s abhorrent behavior was now out in the world for anyone to see. You admitted to nothing, and though Christine’s face was chartreuse as the rapidly-growing Twitter feed was read aloud, there was nothing that pointed to you, other than the well-known fact that you hated the girl’s guts. It was the tragically classic scenario of a beautiful popular girl collecting herdmates to make fun of and torture girls like you, someone who didn’t fit nicely in any round holes. You left with a week’s worth of detention for the bogus crime of “lack of adherence to the school’s honor code” and a promise to clear your name when they found out you were innocent. After you filled him in, Tony shared your disbelief, and immediately started plotting.

You and he sat in the backseat while Maria drove home, spending the entire time texting with back and forth about ways to get even with the principal, to continue to make Christine’s life terrible, and to find out who suggested you were responsible.

“Hey, you two. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know it’s some kind of revenge plan. I won’t have that, Tony. I will not have you two digging yourself any deeper.”

Tony: My mom knows it was you?

You: I never said a word, but she’s not dumb.

Tony: No she’s not, but do you want to tell her?

You: u think I should?

Tony: I would.

You: You would put up a billboard on the highway to announce you did it. Not a great role model.

Tony: I’ll give you that.

“Ok, Mrs. Stark, no revenge. I promise.” You leaned forward to lay your hand on her shoulder. “Thank you so much for being there today. I’d probably be suspended if you hadn’t been.”

“Yes, you’re right, I’m sure. Let’s forget all this and have some dinner, shall we?”

The Starks employed a chef, but when Mr. Stark was traveling, Maria often chose to cook. Tony ate, but he preferred the company of metal and circuits to people, so he often brought his plate in his room. When you joined them, he was required to come to the table, and Maria always prepared something you both loved to eat. Tonight, it was vegetable and pasta salad with steak and potatoes, accompanied by calm and civilized conversation that focused on things other than what happened earlier in the day. You appreciated not having to rehash the event, again, not being judged. You looked at the mother and son sitting next to you and felt cared for, taken care of. It was nice to not be a grown-up for once.

Tony’s thoughts were multiplying on how to get back at that little bitch Christine and her circle of hags. He looked at you, his best friend, one of the few people in the world that cared about him without reservation or expectations. He looked at you, the girl who stood by him at every step, every failure, every success, who encouraged his work, appreciated his failures, and called him out on his bullshit at every opportunity. Senior year was in full swing and he knew he never wanted to be without you. He also knew your insecurities and that made his heart bend even more, because he had them, too.

Maria looked at you and her son and smiled. Your rapid-fire conversation was smart, witty, and, at times, vulgar, but with an undercurrent of true affection. When she and her best friend delivered what would be their only children within a month of each other, they made a promise to remain a part of each other’s lives. That promise had borne this friendship playing out at her dining room table. Tony looked at you adoringly, and you returned it with a gaze full of laughter and spark, two things that were necessary if you were going to ever be more than friends. Maria knew the ingredients for a great match were already there, all that was needed was time and opportunity, and there would be plenty of both.

Until there wasn’t.

After graduating from high school, you both attended college in Boston; Tony blowing shit up at M.I.T. and you diving head-first into your double-major at Boston College. He was famous before he arrived, but after? He was a magnet for all things flashy, fun, illegal, and new. He was surrounded wherever he went; inundated with phone numbers, obvious invitations to a variety of one-night stands, and so much debauchery and alcohol that the head of campus security told the president of MIT, who then called the big man, Howard. After the browbeating, the only change in his behavior was an improved ability to slide under the radar and avoid trouble. You only found out on the increasingly-rare occasion you texted each other.

You lived in separate apartments, attended different schools, pursued different fields of study. It was natural that you wouldn’t see each other as you once did. You shied away from the big loud crowds that were Tony’s new normal, and he couldn’t understand why you enjoyed spending quiet time with friends that weren’t him. The waning friendship hurt both of you, in ways the other didn’t recognize. Tony sought out the company of an unceasing string of one-night stands and you finally decided to open your heart to guys whose names weren’t always in the paper. Life went on, with a little less spark, less laughter, less heart. The holidays were fast approaching, and this time, they felt different; and not in a good way.

Thanksgiving break was a quick one, spent catching up with family and marshalling your energy to push through finals. For the first time in your memory, you did not want to go to the Stark’s home for the traditional day-after-Thanksgiving dinner, where everybody brought a dish of leftovers, the Stark’s added liquor and pizza, and you caught up for hours. You tried to get out of it, but it was non-negotiable, from your mother’s perspective. You planned on staying away from Tony, kissing Maria and Howard, and coming home with claims of a headache. After the party, the Moms talked and compared notes about how glum their children became at the mention of the other’s name. They each took it upon themselves to plant seeds that would ignite the feelings they knew you had for one another.

“Hey, Stark’s here for you.” You were on your bed, hair up, pencil through the elastic, piles of books and your laptop spread out everywhere. The sigh that escaped did not go unnoticed by the playboy who didn’t bother to wait for an invitation to enter your room.

“I heard that sigh and I resent it. What? No confetti? No nudity? What the hell? When did you turn into a grown-up?” You snorted, knowing this line of questioning was meant to either convince you to do something you didn’t want to, or to help assuage his guilt. “I grace you with my presence on a Friday night and this is what I find? The old lady librarian look?” It didn’t matter to him what you wore, anything you chose made his heart leap, but damned if he was going to let you know that.

Your glasses slipped off as you leaned forward, doubled over in laughter. “Guess so, T. There’s this thing most neurotypical humans do. It’s called “studying,” it’s in every college handbook ever printed, and if I don’t do it, I’m not going to Oxford.” Your undergraduate work had led you to your calling, Cognitive Neuroscience studies. Your entire life’s goal was to gain admission to the Wellcome Trust Doctoral Training Program in Neuroscience at Oxford, which meant every grade counted, every test and paper was important. You had no time to indulge in dinner out, let alone participate in the Unequivocally Unchecked Life of Tony Stark.

His facade fell, a bit, as he sat next to you and gently placed your glasses back on your nose. You immediately pushed them up to avoid his eyes, and pulled loose papers out from under his exceptionally toned butt. Not that you noticed. “C’mon, it’s Friday night, when’s the last time you left this apartment to do something other than study? I told our moms I would check in on you.”

“Ahhhh, so that’s why you’re here, Moms Mandate.” Your disappointment must have been evident, even to the oblivious Tony Stark.

“No. I’m here because I didn’t get to see you over Thanksgiving and I miss hanging out with someone who doesn’t kiss my ass. Though, if you wanted to kiss anything of mine, I would be more than open to that idea.” Tony rarely seemed awkward, he covered it so well with bravado that it took a trained eye to realize that insecurity bubbled close to the surface.

You surprised yourself, and him, when you slowly leaned forward and, at the last minute, kissed his forehead. His expression caused you to cry with laughter, again, as you hopped up and grabbed something to drink. A surge of pride filled you; you had unsettled the unflappable Tony Stark. “You can report back to the Moms that I am fine. Working very hard, achieving excellent grades, exhibiting an appropriate level of safety, enjoying my friends, and unsullied by neither man nor woman.” He sighed and dropped his head in disgust.

“That is the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard. C’mon, you’re coming with me, you are going to experience Boston nightlife and actually live the college dream.” He was clearly thrilled with the idea, but you put the brakes on his party train.

“Thank you for taking on the role of social protectorate, but I can’t. I am not going to engage with you about why and how, I just need you to trust that I cannot go out tonight.” His skepticism didn’t make you waver one bit.

“Ok, then tomorrow night, and I am not taking no for an answer. You are going to get all dolled up and enjoy a breathtakingly irresponsible night on the town. My treat.” Your heart flipped at the invitation, but it didn’t stop you from speaking your mind.

“As enticing as that invitation is, I do not want to be an anonymous member of the Tony Stark entourage. I can find my own fun, thanks.” You stood and opened the door, picking up additional reference materials and returning your attention to the task at hand. “Bye T, thanks for stopping by, say hi to your Mom for me. Please tell her I can’t wait to see her and your Dad at Christmas.”

Tony Stark was unaccustomed to being dismissed. He knew that other than his mother, you were the only person that could do it and cause him to pause and re-evaluate his behavior. As he left, he knew he had to prove to you that he was sincere, that he wanted to hang out with you, help you lighten up, and watch you enjoy yourself. You gasped and looked at him as he gently encircled your waist and hugged you.

“I miss you. I want to spend time with you. Please.” You froze in his arms, unable to process what was going on.

“Sure, T. Text me tomorrow and let me know what’s up. We can meet up somewhere, no problem.” Little did you know that Tony had much more in mind than a simple dinner.

You awoke to a confusing text.

Tony: When you read this, please head to the campus library and ask for the head librarian. She has something for you

You: Ummmmmm, ok?

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were a tiny bit fluttery that Tony had taken the time to think about you to this degree. You grabbed a bagel and your protein shake and headed over. You knew the head librarian, Ms. Williams, very well and she smiled upon seeing you.

“One moment, dear. I’ve got something for you.”

Follow this clue to the 8th floor. You will find an old friend waiting in the Children’s Literature section, with your next objective. You complied, searching for the provided shelf number when you arrived at the 8th floor.

You laughed as The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh came into view, with a Pooh and honey pot bookmark stuck in the pages. This book was a staple of your childhoods. Your mothers gave each other copies, read the stories to you every night, and your favorite quote was under your senior picture in the high school yearbook. Your excitement grew as you remembered how fun Tony could make the most mundane events. You also wondered how the hell he had time to do all this between last night and this morning.

The bookmark was tucked into the page with the quote, and you smiled at his sweetness. He knew how much it meant to you.

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

Did you think I could forget these words? They mean as much to me as they do to you. I wanted to remind you of how much you mean to me. There’s a surprise waiting for you at your apartment, where you’ll find the next clue.

You practically sprinted back home, gasping when you saw a beautiful soft yellow dress hanging on your closet door, with an appointment card to a very expensive salon on Newbury Street. You turned the card over and continued to smile - Tony had already paid for whatever you wanted done and had left a tip. He really could be thoughtful when he took the time.

It was early December, so you bundled up before heading out to your appointment. When you left, you could not believe the transformation.

You: Thanks Tony, I can’t believe you did all this.

Tony: For you? Of course. I’ll be by at 8pm. Can’t wait to see you.

That felt different. Your insides squished and squirmed - whether it was excitement or nerves, you weren’t sure. You dressed, beautified, and waited.

Tony: I hope you’re ready, beautiful. On my way.

Geez, he was laying it on thick. You laughed when he pulled up to your building in a regular old car he must have borrowed from someone’s father and jumped out to open your door. You had no idea why he would not drive one of his ridiculously flashy fleet. You were a huge Madonna fan in your younger years, and this struck you as the plot of her “Material Girl” video; was he trying to impress you by thinking he was just as “regular” as you were? Tony could never be described as “regular” or “average,” even if he didn’t have a dollar to his name.

Tony never really stopped. He momentarily paused, he changed his focus, but his brain, his body, his mouth were always in high gear. So when he got out of the car and saw you, it was a wholly different feeling. He had never seen you look so beautiful - the dress wrapped within your white winter coat, your cheeks pink from the cold, your hair beautifully styled. He hadn’t realized how long your hair had gotten and how much it changed your entire appearance.

“You look stunning. I did a very good job picking this out, didn’t I?” Now this was your best friend.

“Yes, Tony, you did an amazing job. I loved the clues, loved the book, loved everything. It made me realize how much I missed you.” You turned to him and asked him to stop. “How much I missed the real Tony Stark.” His eyes closed as you softly kissed his cheek and let your hand land on his.

“C’mon, time for me to show you off and ply you with insanely expensive drinks.” He kept his promise. The night was fun, like old times, but prettier and with alcohol. You talked about everything and nothing, filling each other in, sharing your hurts and stories and plans, and reveling in each other’s company. Neither of you wanted the night to end, so you invited him to your apartment for a nightcap. You were shocked when he refused.

“No thanks, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Your eyes questioned and he saw the sting of rejection. He looked at you, held your hands, and pecked your lips with his. You stepped back, stunned. “You have no idea how much I want to, but I want to earn you, and I haven’t yet.”

“What does that mean? What are you trying to earn?”

“Someone I don’t deserve. You.” With another soft peck on the cheek, he was gone.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, you wondered if that night was a dream. You and Tony awkwardly texted a bit, but didn’t see much of each other in the mad rush of finals. After handing in your last project and dragging yourself to your apartment to make up as much lost sleep as possible, you were stunned out of your stupor by the sight of Tony waiting in front of your door.

“You’re done, right?” His tired smile mirrored your own.

“Yes, thank the Lord in Heaven and every deity known to modern man.”

“Good. I wanted to show you something I’ve been working on.” He stood and took out his phone, ready to press play when you put your hand over his.

“Tony can we go inside so I can sit down and maybe sleep for 2 days?” He barely heard you, his nerves clearly a distraction, but he nodded and sat next to you, relaxing when you lay your head on his shoulder.

He apologized for leaving you hanging since your night out, for not paying enough attention to you, for not showing you how much you meant to him. “My mom also slapped me once or twice to drive the point home that I’ve been a douchebag. I’m sorry.” He cued up the video on his phone and played it. The introduction included the theme song to the “Winnie the Pooh” movie and cut to your favorite quote. He took your silence for awe, then realized you were sleeping soundly.

As he tucked a blanket around you and kissed your forehead, he whispered, “You are the reason I am braver and stronger, and that’s because you’re smarter. I hope you hear me because I can’t imagine saying it out loud again.” You smiled to yourself as you snuggled under your covers and drifted off to sleep.

The End

#disneyquotechallenge #fanficfaeriechallenge #thank you #stevieang #tony stark #marvel au #best friends #fem reader #winnie the pooh

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moonbeambucky · 6 years ago

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Hi Tara, congratulations on such a HUGE milestone! I was hoping to participate in your 5K challenge. Would it be possible to get #19 “S-stop the tickling! I surrender!” with Bucky Barnes with the Friends-to-Lovers Trope? Thank you so much! - Steph

Thank you so much! Yes you can absolutely have #19. The Friends to lovers is a separate prompt but you can absolutely incorporate that into your fic! :D

Tara’s 5k Writing Challenge

#stevieang #taras5kwritingchallenge

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occasionalfics · 6 years ago

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stevieang replied to your video “THOR AND CAROL, BEST FRIENDS FOREVER”

Is ANYONE else wondering where he got the hammer???

I’m wondering if it’s still Stormbreaker but we just don’t get a good enough look at it? Like if the blade is obscured by the blocking?

#stevieang

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thefanficfaerie · 5 years ago

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stevieang replied to your post: Disney Quote Challenge Reminder

I’m into it and am pretty excited!! Is non-canonical stuff ok? (E.g, a sibling that never existed except in your story)?

Yes non-canonical is fine by me.

#stevieang

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everythingisoverrated · 6 years ago

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I hope nobody forgot about the Writer’s Appreciation Month just because I disappeared for a few days. Life got in the way of writing, and then I got a cold, typical busy adulting human stuff.

The fourth post comes today, and it features a lovely person: Steph, from @stevieang.

Now, when I posted my first writer appreciation month post, which you can find here (http://everythingisoverrated.tumblr.com/post/175482899749), my heart broke a bit at Steph's reaction... She thought I tagged her by mistake!

See, this is the main reason I decided to do this. I LOVE Steph's writing. Objectively speaking, she has less work posted than most of the writers I chose to feature, but by no means, quantity equals quality when it comes to creating anything. And let me tell you, Steph is on this list because she deserves to be.

Until a few days ago, Steph did not have a masterlist, but she does now, and trust me when I say that you'll want to read everything she has there. Her stories are sweet, full of fluff and laughter (and a bit of angst, to keep you on your toes).

“Sergeant Barnes, how can I help you today?” “I thought we had progressed beyond ‘Sergeant,’ Doc.” “One slip does not progress make, Sergeant. How can I help you?”

It's hard for me to choose favourites, but Love Among The Little Chairs is one of the sweetest, most uplifting stories I've read, and it still manages to be equally heartbreaking. That's some talent right there, folks.

I was ecstatic when she came up with a sequel for the series because I could not get enough of Lia, Steve and Bucky. Now, the Love Among the Little Chairs story is going to break your heart, so be prepared. You’ve been warned.

I am a sucker for stories involving well-written characters, especially when they are plus-sized. I struggle with my weight and body image, and seeing such powerful, confident, gorgeous women in fanfiction helps me get through my days. And Steph writes them beautifully.

That does not mean that her characters are perfect and all-accepting and have everything figured out. They are real, and I love that.

"This was not a case of you lacking self-confidence or hating who you were. This was a case of you having been through the dating thing, lucking out once or twice, but accepting the world as it was. A world in which fat girls were often looked past and looked over, with a side of cruel comments that you no longer took to heart but really did not want to hear. Again."

After I posted about this little project of mine, I talked to a few people here on Tumblr, and I can say, without a doubt, that Steph is one of the sweetest people out there. She is kind, funny, intelligent, and always willing to talk to a stranger on the other side of the screen. I rarely speak/message people, and it always brings a smile to my face when someone reaches out to me and responds when I happen to do the same. Steph is adorable. If you haven't already, talk to her.

“Buck, what the hell?” His best friend stood in the hall, wearing the top half of a 3-piece suit and sporting faded jeans on his lower half. He held a tie in one hand and a light blue shirt in the other. His hair was wild and he looked like he was ready to panic. Steve cut the laughter, but kept a smile.

I am linking @stevieang 's entire masterlist here, and you should absolutely check it out. It's worth a few hours of your time.

Steph, you wonderful human. Thank you so much for writing these stories and sharing them with us. You are a mom, a professional, a wife and you still manage to be a writer. That's inspiration for me every day. Don't doubt your talent, your way with words, your creative mind. I know sometimes life gets in the way, but I hope you know you'll always have a fan in me. Thank you so much for insisting on this, and don’t be discouraged when things get a little difficult. You’ll have a reader here always. Can’t wait for your next stories.

Love, Liv

@stevieang Masterlist

http://stevieang.tumblr.com/post/175747458585/stevieangs-masterlist

#writersappreciationmonth #writers #everythingisoverrated #stevieang

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lancsnerd · 2 years ago

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My tag list

Since I’ve hardly been writing in the last year but I’m starting up again, it seems a good time to check my tag list.

I’m still going to be writing mostly for Thor but also with some Steve Rogers and the occasional Henry Cavill character so I don’t want to bother people with stuff they’re not interested in. If you’d like to be removed or only be tagged in certain things let me know 🙂

@past-perfect-future-tense @vampiregirl1797 @bxcksdoll @xmarveled @sidehowriting @lovesdarkness @teddybeardoctorr @youflickedtooharddamnit @inumorph @xxgoblin-dumplingxx @hiddeniron @pixierox101 @stevieang @stevehesaidabadlanguageword @saviorsong @fvckingavengers @suz-123 @bolontiku @occasionalfics @marinaaniseed @etherealwaifgoddess @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @queenoftheunderdark @thorsstorms @charmed-asylum @alagalaska-makes

#tag list

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thorsstorms · 6 years ago

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You sweet angel. 🙏🏼🙏🏼 and I’ve read your story with Steve as your neighbor (I can’t remember the name) on a flight to and from Las Vegas a couple weeks ago and about died, I loved it!!!

Ignored

Thor x Reader

Summary: Thor has no patience when he’s horny.

Warnings: SMUT, restraints, unprotected sex (PLS BE SAFE)

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Y'all need to go to church and repent a bit.

MASTERLIST

He finally came to bed. I got bored waiting for him so I had opened YouTube on my phone and started watching random videos. I was now 4 videos deep into a conspiracy and didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

His chest pressed up against my back. He set his head in the crook of my shoulder and neck, looking over to my phone to see what has all of my attention.

Keep reading

#stevieang #karley speaks #thor odinson #thor x reader

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stevieang · 5 years ago

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An unwanted sabbatical

Hi y’all. All my wonderful friends, my wonderful followers, my beautiful, awesome, much-appreciated readers and supporters. I’ve been noticeably absent from Tumblr since...well, since school started here (I work at a public school). I’ve been slammed from day one this year and have been riding a wave of personal stuff going on (thankfully things are ok, just a lot to handle day-to-day).

I want each and everyone of you to know that I am reading, but not able to comment as I usually do, which kills me. I love showing how much your work affects me in all the ways. I love how @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan makes me cry, then scream with frustration, then get all smooshy and wiggly, then excited and happy....I miss how @captain-rogers-beard makes me smile when she posts and I lose myself in her wondrous writings. I miss @gifsbysimplysonia‘s daily updates and her wonderfully insightful comments and observations on all things. @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety is one of the kindest, most supportive, and sweet women out there whom I don’t get to talk as often and I miss her. @dispatchvampire I mean c’mon, the woman is cranking out published works every week and she is on fire and I want to be in on that. @fictivefrolic is there for me everyday. She checks in and is one of those friends that you know will be there, and I am so grateful. @sunriserose1023 I am internally crying because I can’t, in all good conscious, read everything you write because I will forget the deadlines that beckon and the students that require my full attention each and everyday.

Ok, I’m realizing that this is rambling and self-indulgent, and for that I’m sorry, but I just wanted you all to know I am ok, just getting in the groove of the life and home balance. Every year it seems to change and no matter I’ve been doing it for 21 years, there’s always something new to learn.

I miss each and every one of you, sincerely, deeply, and dearly. I am here, lurking, and I pray you don’t forget me. I certainly could never forget my Tumblr home, it holds an irreplaceable place in my soul.

MUAH - Steph

#stevieang #update #missingyouall #work is crazy #resentfulofwork

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sebspocketsquare · 5 years ago

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Quarantine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Long time no seeeeee! So as I’m sure many of you are dealing with the impact of COVID-19, which can be a very stressful and sometimes isolating predicament. I am considered non-essential in the workforce and my governor has ordered that I stay home... possibly for the next several months, heh. That being said, I’ve found myself with a lot of free time on my hands, and I’ve decided to give writing a shot again. I’m a little rusty, so bare with me.

This is a little teaser of something I’ve been working on. I wanted to throw a few hundred words worth out there and see if it’s something you’d be interested in reading more of. Please let me know what you think :) -T

Warnings: Language, quarantine, feelings of loneliness and isolation

The 2020 Quarantine is unexpected.

It could’ve even been deemed unnecessary had people taken the correct precautions to prevent the spread of illness. If we as a collective decided to help each other instead of greedily hoarding everything from food to fucking toilet paper.

But humans are selfish creatures, and we have to be put in our place at one point or another.

The Quarantine cost many their jobs, relationships, and homes.

Luckily, you only lost one of those.

When you first imagine what it might be like to be off work for 4 to 9 months, you’re excited. You’ll have so much time to finish all the crafts you’ve been neglecting, to clean and organize your kitchen, to write or finish watching that TV show you’re halfway through..

What you don’t realize is how isolated you’ll feel… especially when they change the gathering limit to under two people.

All your friends had spouses, children, roommates.

You were alone.

The first few weeks were rough, but you pushed through. Trying to keep your mind occupied from how painfully alone you really were.

Week four brings you to peak desperation, though, and you find yourself booting up the Gaming PC your ex had left behind when he moved out 3 years ago.

At least you could trick your mind into thinking you weren’t so lonely in a virtual reality.

The first game you download is a popular shooter game you remember your friend telling you about in the recent past. “It’s like Call of Duty, but with anime characters who have different abilities. I think you’d like it.”

You remember scoffing at the time, because you really weren’t the type for games.. but maybe now, you were.

You find yourself sucked into 4 hours of the game before you know it, and surprisingly… you’re enjoying yourself. It’s mindless, and hearing the occasional person through your headset was nerve wracking at first, but now.. it brings you a strange sense of comfort.

The weight in your chest eases.

That’s the first night in weeks that you’re able to sleep soundly, and for more than just a few hours.

When you come back to the computer the next morning, you’re prepared. You have various snacks and bottles of water at hand, not caring if you leave that spot for the foreseeable future. It’s not like you had anything better to do, right?

You play four or five games, and while in queue for the next, you receive a friend request.

The name looks familiar, and you realize it’s someone you’ve been playing with all morning. You hesitate for a few moments before finally accepting it.

The simple text that showed up on your screen seconds later makes your heart jump.

[Sarge]: Hello :)

This was the first time someone had spoken to you directly, and your lack of human contact recently had you questioning how to even respond.

[Sarge]: Sorry if this is weird, I just enjoyed playing with you so I figured I’d add you.

You take a deep breath before responding.

[clairv0yant]: It’s okay. I’ve enjoyed playing with you, too. :)

The two of you don’t say much back and forth after that except the occasional “good game” or “nice play”. Before you know it, it’s nearly 7pm and you’re starving.

[clairv0yant]: Hey, umm I’m gonna make some dinner. I might be back later, so maybe I’ll see you around. :)

The response is nearly immediate.

[Sarge]: :)

[Sarge]: Sounds good. I’ve enjoyed your company. Have a nice dinner.

[Sarge]: and I know it’s weird, but.. if you ever just wanna chat.. I’m here. I know this whole quarantine sucks, and it’s easy to get stuck in your head. I know I have.

Your breath hitches in your throat a bit and you lick your lips. They were offering you exactly what you had come looking for.. but could it be too good to be true?

At this point, you didn’t care.

[clairv0yant]: I think.. I’d really like that. The same goes to you :)

And just like that, you weren’t so alone anymore.

TAGS: (I wasnt sure who to tag, so if you dont want to be, I’m sorry!! Just trying to get this out there). @mindingmyownbusiness @plumfondler @buckybarnesappreciationsociety @loricameback @tinaferraldo @geminimoonbeamx @preserumsteverogers @moderapoppins @lowkeysebby @buckyshattergirl @jayattemptstoruletheworld @the-observant-fangirl @moondancewrites @moonbeambucky @trinityjadec @stevieang @bionic-buckyb @eyecandybarnes @propertyofpoeandbucky @promarvelfangirl @ballyhoobarnes @bucky-plums-barnes @cate-lynne @witchymarvelspacecase @imaginingbucky @theimpossibleg1rl @babygurl8840 @wonderlandmind4 @buckysthing @formulafun @curvybihufflepuff @fanficsformarvelkillme @shadyskit @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @reading–mermaid @fuckmestan @siliverin @verygraphicink @sallyp-53 @thatsbucknasty @steadyphantomcat @booktease21 @kiki5283 @lostinspace33 @drayshadow @theperditioncrasher @mmyepic @feelmyroarrrr@alien-beans @heartsaved @sideeffectsofyou @dreamingofonceuponatime @just-a-littlebit-of-everything @bluerorjhan @tarynsnotokay @jamdropx35 @turquoisekokiri @pinknerdpanda

#bucky #bucky barnes x reader #online au #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebspocketsquare

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thenerdyhooker · 4 years ago

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New Jake Jensen story coming! Fluff and slow burn galore!!! New AU, new new new!

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#jake jensen #jensen fanfic #the losers fanfic #new fanfic #jensen #the losers #jensen the losers #coming soon

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ciarawritesmarvel · 7 years ago

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Wow thank you so much for the rec and the incredibly kind words! I've been putting a lot of time and work into this fic over the past couple of weeks and to hear people say they not only enjoy the story but also the writing makes me feel like it's more than worth it.

Hope you're having a wonderful day, my friend :)

and @stevieang hope you enjoy if you read :)

Follow My Lead - Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist for my new Bucky x Reader series, Follow My Lead. It’s kind of my first proper series ever so if you have any feedback, good or bad, please do let me know! Should be updated every couple of days. Also, drop me an ask if you want to be tagged. Thanks for all your support for this new blog so far ^-^

Summary: You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

Keep reading

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Sick Little Games: Two

B.C.

“Bucky?”

The uncharacteristically quiet voice makes him turn quickly. He hadn’t heard anyone approach and it startled him, “Jesus Christ, we need to put a fucking bell around your neck,” he snapped.

You wince at the harshness of his tone. “S-sorry. I- We- we’re the only ones here,” you stutter, “I- I-I-”

“Spit it out,” he rushed, glowering at you.

Months had gone by and your crush had been on a slow simmer, he knew. He’d seen the brief longing glances and the way your cheeks burnt when his hand brushed yours. In another life, your little school girl crush would have set him to teasing you. Imploring you to sleep with him. Whispering compliments into your ear. But the man that wanted to do those kinds of things was gone. Long gone.

At his anger you seemed to shrink and it took a fraction of a second for you to grasp what you were about to say. “Do you want to get dinner?” He stops and stares at you for a second, “Like a date?” he scoffed.

“No,” you squeak, your cheeks darkening.

Bucky started towards you slowly, smirking, “Are you sure it isn’t a date kid?” He walked towards you until you’d backed towards the wall, too hesitant to prevent him from doing it. He rested his palms on the wall just above your shoulders, savoring the hammering of your heart against your ribs.

“N- I mean. Yes,” you murmur, looking resolutely at the space between your feet. He grinned slowly and tilted your chin up to make you look at him. Your eyes went wide and he brushed his thumb against your lips slowly, chuckling when you shiver, “Liar,” he hissed.

You shove his arm out of the way and you’re out of the room before he can manage to work up a laugh. But when he does, he can’t stop. It was too good. It had already been easy to see but after your patently transparent plan to make a move, he had enough concrete proof to do what he had to do.

It really was for your own good, he rationalized headed towards the elevator. You weren’t woman enough for him and if he let you play with fire, you were gonna get burned.

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A. C. (After Crush)

“Bucky,” Clint asked, “Did you see Y/N before she left?”

Bucky half shrugged, “I saw her with a bag. I figured she was suiting up to go somewhere for Fury. Ya know, like she does.”

Clint frowned but nodded, “You sure she didn’t say anything?”

“Not a word. She just kinda stared at me for a second and left.”

That part was true anyway. There’d been a look on your face he didn’t know how to decipher. For a fraction of a second he’d thought it was heartbreak but..., he supposed there wasn’t much left of your heart to break after he got through with it.

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B.C.

After he cornered you in the laundry room you were careful to stay out from underfoot. It wasn’t the first time some sort of intimacy had been paired with the threat of violence. It left you with conflicting feelings. You’d wanted him to kiss you. You’d wanted him to be that close to you. But not growling at you like that. You’re really glad he hadn’t tried to keep you there. You’re not quite sure what you would have done if he hadn’t let you push past him and run. If he had decided to chase you up the hall when you bolted like a startled deer.

“My lady!” Thor thundered, jolting you out of your reverie. Out of the memory of the shiver that had run down your spine and the smell of his aftershave. Something old fashioned. Musky and warm. It had washed over you and for a moment you couldn’t think. For a moment you were going to get the first kiss you wanted, even if it wasn’t what you had dreamed of. Even if it wasn’t a rose dusted daydream. Even if it wasn’t what you had spent hours playing and replaying in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

“Thor,” you say, turning to greet him with a smile, “Can I help you?”

Thor stops short, alerted that there was something in your room that was wrong. There was no music. Everything was tidy. “Y/N are you well?” he asked looking around, “Usually I can not see the floor for all the books scattered on it.” He grins at you to try to hide his unease and reaches towards you, making to press his hand to your forehead.

You swat his hand away and give him a tired smile, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do some cleaning,” you explain.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he hummed, “A young woman can’t sleep in a tower full of attractive men? Could it be love?” You know he’s teasing you but your eyes burn and so do your cheeks.

“No,” you murmur, your voice cracking despite the breath you took to try and stop it. Thor makes a soft distressed sound and kneels at your feet taking your hands.

“Darling girl,” He said, wiping away a tear with his thumb, “If a suitor has been behaving in an unworthy manner, tell me and I shall rend his head from his shoulders.”

It wasn’t what he intended, you knew, but you couldn’t choke the damp laugh that started. Something about his oddly formal manner and the big brother anxiety in his face was endearingly sweet. Thor’s face relaxed into a soft smile and he kisses the hands he’s holding. “What troubles you my darling?” he asks, “Your heart is not made to be troubled this way.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, dismissing the wriggling memory of a thumb against your lips and the threat of violence is cold blue eyes as he leaned in as if to kiss you. Or trying to before you could start crying in earnest.

“You will not unburden yourself to me?” he asked, trying not to be hurt by that.

“Cannot,” you clarify quickly. Too quickly for Thor’s liking, but he’s lived long enough to know that if a lady means to protect her love, she will. By any means necessary. Especially a young lady without experience (her own or borrowed from an older woman) to fortify her own position. Thor knew that the harder he pressed the more you would lie. The more you’d feel compelled to light yourself on fire to keep whoever this man was, warm.

“I see,” he rumbled, disapprovingly. He did not see. And he didn’t think that any man who would let you suffer sleepless nights and so many little broken hearts was worthy of you. Not his little Witchling with the clever hands and razor wits. Thor kissed your forehead and smiled a little, “I’ll keep your secret,” he said, “On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“If this man lays a hand on you in any way you do not wish him to, you allow me to cut it off.” He put on his fiercest scowl and chucked you under the chin.

“I don’t thank that will be an issue, Thor,” you snort, “He’s not interested in me at all.”

“Then he’s mad,” Thor huffed, throwing up his hands, “What manner of man doesn’t look at my Witchling and burn?”

“The kind that likes boys?” Clint offered, leaning on your doorframe.

“There is that,” Thor conceded amicably, pecking your cheek, “But still, Barton, am I wrong? We’re fortunate to have this lovely creature to admire.”

“You’re taken, Thor,” you tell him, giggling, momentarily distracting him from Clint who’s suddenly interested in your shelf.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t ‘window shop’ and I heard you and Lady Natasha call it,” he said with a lazy smile.

“Y/N can I borrow this?” Clint said scooping up a book at random to have an excuse to run.

You cock your head, “Burial practices of Ancient Celts?”

“Hot date,” he blurted, “Goth chick... she’s into that.”

You nod, bemused but tickled, “Tell her Charles Dickens used to go to the morgue and stare at corpses for a few hours every now and again if the conversation slows down.”

“Neat,” he said, inspecting the book and giving you a thumbs up before half sprinting down the hall. Thor looked towards the doorway and quirked an eyebrow. Barton wasn’t the object of your affection at least. Because that man was clearly head over heels. Even if he hadn’t realized it yet... And that was a comfort. Thor would hate to have to take one of his hands.

Tags:@lancsnerd, @thorfanficwriter @blameitonthecauseway @etherealwaifgoddess, @stevieang, @beautybyfire, @sunmoonandbucky @mrsfox79, @bbmommy0902, @mendes-fan, @iheartsebastianstan, @pinknerdpanda, @process-pending

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes X reader #clint barton #Clint Barton x reader #thor #angst #overprotective!thor #banter #DOMESTIC AVENGERS

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brieannakeogh · 4 years ago

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Memory is a Funny Thing

Memory is a funny thing. I can remember yesterday, and this morning. Sometimes what happened last Tuesday, but eventually it just all flows together. Little bits and pieces stand out. My 5th birthday at disney, although how much is from memory and how much from home movies is not a determined factor. Even after I’m older, like in high school, I only get bits and bobs. Painting the walls in my sophomore year for a prom I wasn’t invited to. Play rehearsals with friends, no lines, just sitting backstage laughing.

Memory is a funny thing. Like a stone hurtling down a river. It knocks into things, chips get taken out, but then the water smooths them over again, so you're not sure. Just reading emails and notes I wrote, I can’t even recognize myself. I thought I remembered certain events, but even those have been warped from years of stagnation.

Memory is a funny thing. Can it be trusted? What is from us and not stories of us that are told over and over? There are chips that are real and solid, that the waters of time hadn’t smoothed away, and I pick at them, to keep them fresh, keep them whole and alive. Even if it only buys me a few precious years, before it gets turned into what I’m remembering and not what actually happened. There are some cracks, few, that will never be whole, never be smooth. Pain cements these into your head, into your soul, sometimes love will do the same, but not as easily.

Memory is a funny thing. What happens when you can’t tell what is real from what is fiction?

This is a short poem? Story? I wrote about how my brain is feeling lately. Been going over and over in my head. Honestly I know I should be finishing up with my Kylo Ren thing but I’ve been working on a death autobiography. At least before I completely loose all my thoughts to this brain tumor lol. Once I’m out of work maybe I’ll have time for both :P

@stevieang, @albinotigerpython, @paintballkid711, @tnupsweetpie, @serenaphoenix81

#memory is a funny thing #poem #short story #side story #are our thoughts real?#how can we tell the difference in reality and fiction?

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jamesbarnesappreciationclub · 4 years ago

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out! 💖💞💖 💞

@loricameback @suz-123 @pegasusdragontiger @buckysforeverprincess @stevieang @bucky-made-me-do-it @indyluckycharlie @mrsgoodnight

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jamesbarnesappreciationsociety · 5 years ago

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“Star Gazing”

Summary: When stars align, anything is possible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Kayla

Word Count: 1,079

Warning: Mention of conception difficulty. In the end, everything works out!

A/N: Written for @marvelgirl7 500 Follower Celebration. CONGRATULATIONS again! You deserve so much more. @loricameback THANK YOU for looking this over.

Prompt: Let’s make a wish on that star

(I don’t have a problem with comments or constructive criticism. That’s how we learn.)

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Years of havoc evolved into tranquility. No longer are there dark prisms dancing through a tormented mind. James Buchanan Barnes lived a blessed life.

Granted demons dared approach the boundaries of serenity. They were beat back with ferocity. Therapy and veteran’s support group attendance played a major role in Bucky’s well being.

One summer afternoon, Bucky decided to venture to the neighborhood bookstore, “Pages and Pastries.” The old mom and pop store had charm and nostalgia. There were no fancy coffee machines, wifi or extravagant delicacies.

The original owners, Wallace and Gertrude Green, passed 6 years ago. Their love story was one for the ages. Married over 64 years, she died two weeks after her husband. People said Mr. Green returned to finish their journey in Heaven.

Determined to keep the shop open, granddaughter Kayla took over the day-to-day operations, adding self-serve coffee machines, freshly baked cookies, cinnamon rolls, cakes and pies, a reading nook for the kids.

Like a moth to a flame, Bucky and Kayla’s evident spark spread like wildfire. In his spare time, they’d often sit, sipping on coffee, him scarfing down 2 cinnamon rolls and her laughing at his hearty appetite.

Kayla chuckled, “James Buchanan Barnes, you’re a bottomless pit.”

Wiping his hand on a napkin, Bucky nodded, “Well dollface, you’re a helluva baker. Ain’t no way to resist your sweets.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind her head, “Why thank you, Mr. Barnes. You’re too kind.”

The time finally arrived for Bucky to take a chance, asking Kayla out on a date. Of course, she agreed. Harboring a crush on said super soldier, it was a no brainer. They were both over the moon for each other.

Being a hopeless romantic, Kayla felt the love her grandparents shared, lived on. True love never dies. It’s recycled to those around us.

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There weren’t too many things Bucky could count on in life, other than Steve. When he and Kayla married, the stars aligned perfectly. Married to the woman of his dreams, Bucky broached the idea of having a baby.

After trying for over 6 months, Kayla decided to visit her gynecologist. Their dreams doused when the doctor revealed a blockage in one of her fallopian tubes. The only alternative, repair the damage surgically. Dr. Vickers would perform a laparoscopy or open abdominal surgery.

Kayla understood the risks. On the other hand, Bucky didn’t care for the choice. Dejected, they left Dr. Vicker’s office. The ride home was noticeably silent.

Never having kids? Not an option. The wheels churned in Mrs. Barnes’ head. She’d always had faith. Now was the time to lean on it.

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One of the many things Bucky loved about his wife, she was a huge space nerd. He installed a hammock in the backyard, so they could star gaze.

“Bucky, what’s on your mind?” Kayla patted his chest.

Pointing towards a specific spot, “Let’s make a wish on that star.”

Brows furrowed, Kayla humored her husband. “What will we wish for, oh wise one?”

Gently shaking his head, “Sarcasm ain’t your thing, sweetheart.”

Eyes closed, Kayla and Bucky synced their thoughts. Sealing the deal with a kiss, the hammock swayed back and forth. Hope springs eternal.

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It started out with mood swings. Kayla’s emotions ran the gambit. Laughter, tears, sarcasm, needy. Bucky brushed it off as PMS.

Next, extreme tiredness. That was the last straw. Bucky made an appointment with Dr. Vickers.

Blood drawn, the anxious couple waited in Dr. Vickers office. Entering the room, Bucky noticed the doctor’s red rimmed eyes. Naturally, his thoughts focused on the worst case scenario.

Instead, the doctor smiled, wiping her eyes again. “Please forgive me. This is so unprofessional.”

Frustrated, Bucky snapped, “Ya gotta tell us doc. What’s wrong?!”

“Kay, you’re pregnant. The blood tests confirmed it.”

Visibly stunned, Kayla wept openly, holding her husband’s hand.

“M’gonna be a dad? A-are ya sure?” His face streaked with tears.

“I’m positive. The tests were checked three times to be absolutely sure. Congratulations!” Dr. Vickers continued speaking.

“How far along am I, Dr. Vickers?” Bucky placed his hand on her tiny stomach.

“You’re 2 months pregnant. Due to your previous diagnosis, I’d like for you to take it easy at least until your second trimester. I’ll write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. Be sure to take one a day, eat healthy as possible, and no strenuous activities.”

Already in papa bear mode, Bucky vowed to keep his wife calm for the next 7 months.

“Dr. Vickers, thank you so much.” Kayla hugged her. “I’ll follow your instructions. This baby is our little miracle.”

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Months pass as Bucky and Kayla readies themselves for Sarah Natalia Barnes. Despite having to be on bed rest throughout a good portion of her pregnancy, Kayla was ecstatic.

On the other hand, Bucky’s protective nature kicked into high gear. He wouldn’t let anyone get close to his wife or unborn daughter. At first, Kayla thought it was cute to have an overprotective husband.

By her 9th month, Mrs. Barnes felt like pulling her hair out. Bucky threatened to wrap her in bubble wrap!

Sarah Natalia Barnes made her entry into the world, 7 lbs., 2 ozs., 20 inches long, kicking and screaming. Loud cries were heard in the waiting room. Those came from her dad. After cutting the cord, a nurse laid the chubby cheek cherub on Kayla’s chest. Wispy ombre hair, azure eyes and her mommy’s nose, Sarah definitely favored Bucky.

The nurse cleaned Sarah, dressing her in an Ironman onesie, courtesy of her Uncle Tony.

Sitting in a rocking chair, Bucky held his baby girl while Kayla rested. He couldn’t believe she was finally here.

Bucky whispered, “Hey sweetheart. It’s me, your daddy.” Sarah squeaked, causing him to smile. It was as if she was getting comfortable in his arms.

“Momma’s a bit tired but she loves ya so much. M’gonna be her for ya no matter what. You’re our miracle.”

From that moment forward, Bucky knew his heart belonged to Sarah. He would move heaven and earth to protect his wife and daughter.

Good things come to those who wait. It was past time Bucky reaped some goodness in his life. Sarah Natalia Barnes was the cherry on top of his already wonderful life.

FIN

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#@Marvelgirl7's 500 Follower Celebration #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x kayla barnes #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction

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