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could you write fem!BAU!reader x spencer, where reader finds out she’s pregnant while they’re on a case, like maybe she takes a test when she’s at the hotel and spencer hasn’t come back yet

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who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy, nausea, vomiting, spencer reid is unfortunately perfect. vertigo. fun pregnancy symptoms. word count: 2.04k a/n: and so, the spencer reid dilf agenda continues. this is my legacy.

It came over you just after Spencer and Rossi had left to investigate a lead. This case was going nowhere fast, and the morale in the FBI field office clearly displayed it. “Are you alright?” JJ asked from right next to you, blonde hair curtaining around her face.

You nodded tightly, enough to show the newly minted profiler that you were, in fact, not alright. Nonetheless, you were motivated to push through. People were being murdered, you could brave a little vertigo to bring their killer to justice, right?

“Hey, you look a little pale,” Emily said, walking into the conference room with Hotch trailing close behind her. “Are you feeling okay?”

Rolling your eyes dramatically, you huffed at both of your coworkers. “I’m fine,” you insisted while your head was spinning. You lowered yourself down into an office chair, hoping that being sedentary would prevent your dinner from coming up.

Emily looked over at Hotch before saying, “Maybe you should head back to the hotel, it’s been a long day for all of us.”

Furrowing your brow, you frowned at your colleague. “I’ll make it through, we have work to do,” you insisted, flipping open a file as your stomach churned.

“You’re no help to anyone if you’re sick,” Hotch told you authoritatively, and you knew from his tone that he was going to send you back to the hotel. “Get some rest, we’ll start taking breaks in shifts,” he instructed, turning back to the evidence board.

It didn’t feel like shifts, especially considering you were the only one being cast off. You mumbled an acknowledgment while you stuffed your things in your bag. JJ offered to drive you, so the two of you exited the field office.

The two of you spent most of the ride in silence, just the fuzz of the SUV’s radio as background noise while you tried not to hurl in the government vehicle.

Once you were in the hotel parking lot, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get your bearings before heading inside. “You know, I used to get sick in the evening when I was pregnant with Henry,” she said offhandedly.

It felt like a pointed comment, even if she didn’t mean it like that. You started fishing in your pocket for your room card, “But I’m not pregnant.”

“Are things good with you and Spencer?” She asked, looking for details on your relationship like an older sister. JJ killed the engine before turning to face you.

Sighing, you looked at her, “Things are great with Spencer.” You wanted to scold her for prying, but you knew it was an occupational hazard. It had been seven months, and all you had been telling anyone was “great” or “nice.”

The both of you knew that the more details you gave them, the more they’d want to pry. Penelope especially. “You know he wants kids, right?” She pushed.

You frowned at her, “Jennifer.” She put her hands up in surrender as you hauled yourself out of the SUV, “I just want to go to sleep, I feel awful.” That much was true, as you stood up outside the car, your stomach started to roil again.

“I’ll check in on you later,” she said, recognizing that she had begun to pry. “Let me know if you need anything,” she urged you, the mom in her coming into play.

Nodding, you shut the door before poking your head in the open window, “Thanks, JJ.” You said, turning around and walking to your hotel room.

Luckily, the team was already checked in, so you didn’t need to waste time trying to explain the whole ‘I’m an FBI agent’ thing to the front desk. Once you got into your room, you immediately dropped to your knees in front of the toilet, eyes burning as you upchucked into the toilet.

While you were digging through your go-bag for your toothbrush, you found yourself thinking about what JJ had said to you in the car. You couldn’t be pregnant. Well, you supposed you very well could be pregnant.

Sighing, you returned to the bathroom and started brushing your teeth, having needed to take the toothpaste out of Spencer’s bag. You made a mental note to buy more for your bag – you had been using his for the last four cases.

You silently cursed JJ for planting the thought of a baby in your head as you stared out the hotel window to a convenience store on the corner. At the very least, you could get some saltines and a Gatorade. At the very most, you could get a test.

Begrudgingly, you changed into more comfortable clothes and walked across the street to the convenience store. Grabbing a sleeve of crackers and a drink before stopping in the family planning section.

Why were there so many options?

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, you grabbed a digital test off of the shelf and tossed it into your basket. Your shoes squeaked on the linoleum floors as you elected to use the self-checkout, not needing to provide anyone with a front seat to your misery.

Other than the nausea, your trip back to the hotel was uneventful, and thankfully it didn’t look like anyone else on the team had made the trip to your lodging.

After you took the test, you set a timer on your phone, tossing it onto the bed before you sat on the edge of the mattress, sitting on your freshly washed hands. The timer scared you when it went off, not expecting the two minutes to go by so quickly before you returned to the bathroom.

Flipping the test over, the wind was knocked out of you as you read the results.

Yes +

You didn’t know how long you had stared at the test, but the sound of the lock on your door engaging pulled you out of your stupor. Thankfully, you had done the latch on the door, so you had a few extra minutes to toss the test in your go-bag before you went up to the door and let Spencer in.

“Hey, love,” he greeted you, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “How are you feeling?” He asked caringly, someone must’ve told him you weren’t well. You hoped that was all they had told him.

Humming, you leaned into his touch for a moment before he herded you to the bed. “A bit better, but not much,” you were slightly less nauseous now, possibly because there was nothing left in your stomach. There was a dull ache in your chest though, likely a result of the information you were now aware of.

He hooked a finger under your chin and studied your features for a moment, “Were you crying?” He whispered with concern-filled eyes.

You shook your head, “I threw up.” You informed him, the lack of oxygen had caused your eyes to water – similar to a yawn. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as the words balanced precariously on your tongue, I’m pregnant.

Spencer pouted sympathetically, smoothing your hair away from your face before he felt your forehead, checking for a fever. “I’m going to take a shower,” he announced softly, “do you need anything?”

Pathetically, you gestured over to your Gatorade and saltines, silently letting him know that you were all good for the night. It was only about eight in the evening, but you were exhausted. Letting your head flop onto the pillows, you sighed before shutting your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer spoke up in an unfamiliar tone. “What is this?”

Crinkling your nose in frustration, you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking over at Spencer as he held up your test. Your positive pregnancy test. “Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t mine?” Clearly, in your panic to hide the test, you had tossed the blue stick in Spencer’s bag. Your subconscious must’ve recalled that you had gotten the toothpaste out of that bag, so you thought it was yours.

Any confusion fell from his face, and in that instant, he knew exactly what was going on. “You’re pregnant?”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling. “I-“ you swallowed thickly, the roiling in your stomach picking back up again. “Yes,” you answered in a small voice.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, there was no accusation in his voice, just pure curiosity and wonder. When you stayed silent, his eyes narrowed, “You were going to tell me, weren’t you?” He said, his volume raising from a whisper to a normal speaking level.

Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you protectively crossed your arms in front of your stomach. “Oh my god, yes, I was going to tell you,” you clarified quickly. He didn’t seriously think you were going to hide this from him, did he?

He shook his head in confusion, “Then why hide it, angel?”

Shrugging, you thumbed the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, “I wanted time to think about it.” The admission hung in the thick tension of the hotel room.

“Okay,” he said slowly, walking over and sitting across from you on the mattress. It was clear to you that he was dealing with this situation delicately. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about this, but I excel in thinking,” he told you.

His implications were clear to you, he wanted you to talk it out with him. “I want kids, you know I want kids. I know you want kids,” you blurted. It was something you had talked about early on in your relationship. Spencer had been very upfront with you about wanting children, he told you he needed to be with someone who also wanted that.

Spencer tilted his head to the side, “but?” He said gently, taking both of your hands in his, holding on to you.

“It’s too soon,” you whispered, feeling vulnerable on the bed with him.

He smiled at you softly, “Have I ever told you about the first time I knew that I was in love with you?”

The question left you understandably confused, “What?” You breathed, silently pleading for clarification.

Spencer nodded, “We were on a case in North Dakota, and there was this little girl who had just lost both of her parents.” The case did sound familiar, the more brutal ones involving children tended to stick with you. “We were waiting for a social worker to come stay with her, but they were stuck in a snowbank across town. Instead of working on the case, you sat down with her and taught her how to play cat’s cradle.” His voice was soft, almost placating you.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until tears fell onto your intertwined hands, “Spence, that was years ago.”

“Two years, nine months, and thirteen days ago. I fell in love with you while watching you put a smile on her face despite the fact that it was the worst day of her life,” he said, skimming the pads of his thumbs over the backs of your hands. “I fell in love with your ability to make people feel good when the world is against them,” he murmured.

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at him through bleary eyes, “What if we can’t protect them?”

Gathering you in his arms, Spencer let you tuck your face in the crook of his neck, “I’ll do whatever you want, Y/N. We can leave, I could be a professor and you could be a stay-at-home mom. If you want, I could stay with the BAU and you could stay home, or you can stay with the team, and I’ll stay home. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

Silently, you absorbed his words as you caught your breath, “I’m scared” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured, “that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.” He tightened his arms around you and rocked back and forth.

Allowing yourself to lean into him, you breathed him in, “You’re going to be such a good dad.”

He dropped a soft kiss on the crown of your head, “You’re already such a good mom.”

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Word count: 9,038 A/N: I actually sat down, watched Star Trek (2009), with the transcript open to get those bits right.

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George’s jaw clenched, the direness of the situation truly washing over him.

A large red word flashed on screen: “ terminated ”, causing the crew to panic. “Sir, they’re locked on our signal. They’re launching again!” George Kirk was informed.

George looked around as he gave out orders. “Bravo-six maneuver! Fire full spread!” He called out as their ship was attacked again. Fires were breaking out as wires fell from ceilings. The damage was quick, and it would no doubt be fatal.

“Seventeen more out!” George heard someone say.

He was instantly out of his chair. “I’m initiating General Order 13! We’re evacuating!” He went to help a fallen crew member off the floor.

“Yes, sir!”

Once the man was settled, he was back in his Captain’s chair. “All decks, this is the Captain speaking. Evacuate the ship immediately.” He announced. “Get to your designated shuttlecraft. Repeat. Evacuate.”

Panting, being pushed in a wheelchair, Winona looked around. “That’s George’s voice. What’s happening?” She asked, cradling her large stomach.

“You’ll deliver in the shuttle. Go!” She told Winona, and told the other medical offers to keep moving.

Winona opened her comlink to her husband. “George.”

“You’re okay. Thank God.” He couldn’t lose his wife, and their child. “I have medical shuttle 37 standing by. Get to it now. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” He assured her. “Do exactly as I say. Shuttle 37.”

She held her stomach as she breathed. “George, it’s coming.” She told him. “Our baby, it’s coming now.” Not how she pictured the day that she would give birth, that’s for sure!

“I’m on my way.” He told her before moving to some controls. Autopilot.

His heart sank as the computer spoke up. “Autopilot function has been destroyed.” His eyes were on the screen directly in front of him, the words “ auto pilot malfunction ” in all capital red letters. “Manual operation only.” There was no thinking about the choice he had to make. There was no debating if this was what he had to do or not. The only thing on his mind: his wife and unborn child.

Winona screamed as she was rushed through the ship, fire and chaos around her. “That was a big one.”

“Just keep breathing. You’ll be fine.” She was told by one of the medical crew with her.

“And the baby, too, right?”

“And the baby, too.”

She was helped onto a bed as another contraction hit. “Right here. Go ahead and sit back.” The nurse told her.

As the pilot seat of the shuttle was sat in, Kirk’s voice could be heard. “Captain to shuttle 37. Is my wife on board?”

“Yes, sir, she is.” He told Kirk as he hit the buttons he needed to.

“I need you to go now. Do you hear me?”

“We’re waiting on you, sir.”

“No, just go. Take off immediately.” He ordered, ignoring the heartbreak he could feel in his chest. “That’s an oder.”

“Yes, sir.”

Winona wasn’t having it, hearing the shuttle start to lift its landing gear. “No, wait! We can’t go yet!” She protested. “Please stop! Stop!” She tried.

“George?” Winona’s voice could be heard as Kirk sat in the Captain’s chair. “The shuttle’s leaving. Where are you?” She needed him there, and her voice let that be known.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” He started. “I’m not gonna be there.”

“No.” She managed, but just barely.

“This is the only way you’ll survive.”

She was sobbing by now. “Are you still on the ship? You have to be here!”

“The shuttles will never make it if I don’t fight them off.”

“George, I can’t do this without you.” She told him before being told to push. A scream ripped from her as she did, the shuttle launching from the Kelvin.

As Kirk worked quickly, he knew his wife was having their baby. He had accepted that he would die, the Captain going down with his ship. But that paled into comparison knowing that the two people he loved most would be alive. He flinched as there were sparks flying around him. The words “ system failing ” flashed on the screen, and a calm washed over him for a moment. With a press of a button, the words changed to “ collision course engaged ”.

As the Kelvin moved forward, the calm vanished. His breathing picked up, the heartbreak tearing him apart. The countdown on the screen let him know that he had less than a minute before it was all over, but he knew it would feel like an eternity. His thoughts were broken by the sound of his newborn crying. It was the most beautiful, and the most painful, sound that he had ever heard in his life. “What is it?”

“It’s a boy.” Winona told him emotionally.

For a moment, he felt joy. “A boy?” He smiled, ever so slightly. He had a son . “Tell me about him.”

“He’s beautiful.” She told him. “George, you should be here.”

Hearing his wife’s pain, he teared up. The computer made it worse. “Impact alert.” The screen read 19 and a half seconds.

“What are we gonna call him?” He’d spend those last 19 seconds as a new father.

She sniffed. “We can name him after your father.” She suggested.

He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Tiberius? You kidding me? No, that’s the worst.” He told her. “Let’s name him after your dad. Let’s call him Jim.” He countered. If naming his son was the last thing that he did, so be it.

“Jim. Okay. Jim it is.” She agreed softly.

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

“I hear you!” She sobbed.

“I love you so much! I love you…” He yelled as the timer hit zero, expecting to be blown up.

Groaning, George rolled to his side. Cracking his eyes, he looked around. The last thing that he remembered was helping name his son, telling his wife that he loved her…and then bracing for the explosion. He sat up, in a bed that didn’t look familiar. Nothing around him looked, or felt, familiar.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Came a voice, startling him.

“Where am I?!” He asked, looking towards the door where the voice came from. “How did I get here?” He did his best to control his breathing. Was this heaven?

“Asgard, sir.” They informed him. “You appeared from nowhere, if the rumors are to be believed.” They explained. “I will alert the King that you are awake.”

George tried to remember if he had ever heard of Asgard, but out of all the planets that he had studied- that wasn’t one of them. He furrowed his brows. What was going on?! Would he be able to get home? He tried not to let the hope bubble up, but was failing. It was taking over every other emotion that he was feeling.

“I’ll send in an attendant to help you dress, sir.” They gave him a small bow of the head before stepping back into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

“I don’t need help getting dressed.” He muttered to himself, pushing back the blankets. Not that he knew where any clothes were. Glancing at his body, he wasn’t in his uniform anymore. How long had he been there? How long had he been out?

Hearing the door, he looked back over to see a couple young women come in. “We’re here to help you get ready for the day, sir.” One said softly. “My name is Astrid.” She introduced herself.

“And I am Elli.” Said the other.

He blinked. “I am capable of dressing myself.” He assured them. “I do not need you to fuss over me.”

Astrid shook her head. “It is an honor, sir.” She assured him.

A slightly older man quickly stood when George walked into the hall. The woman by his side did the same, a soft look on her face. “I have been told I’m in a place called Asgard, but not how long I have been here. I’m assuming it’s been a bit, my hair’s grown.” He muttered the last bit to himself, running his hand through his longer blonde hair. “… I am truly grateful, but I have a son. That’s one of the last things I remember.” He looked between them. “I need to get home- to Earth.”

The woman placed her hand gently on the man’s arm before making her way towards him. “You have been with us, in the palace, just under two months. You’d been in the village for some time before that.” She explained to him. “For how long exactly, I’m unsure.” Her voice was a bit comforting to him, if he was being honest.

“Why move me?” He wondered. “From this village…to a…wait. Did you say palace ?” He blinked. It was a lot to take in.

“We had hoped that we could help you wake.” The man spoke. “My name is Odin, this is my wife, Frigga.” He explained. “Let us talk over breakfast, shall we?” He gave George a warm smile.

George hadn’t realized that he was starving until Odin mentioned breakfast. All he could do was nod, looking around. He wasn’t sure what to think, or what to feel.

Once the three of them had their plates, he was thankful that Frigga brought up his questions. He had been slightly worried that they would keep avoiding everything. “So, you were found in a farmer’s field from what we were told. You looked like you’d been through something very serious. Your clothes were singed, and ripped.” She started as he began to eat. “The farmer’s wife quickly tended to your wounds as he fetched a doctor. You were looked after by the doctor, and her team. Odin and myself were visiting and I spotted you. She explained what had happened, and how you had yet to wake up.”

He swallowed. He was a stranger, and they still cared for him. “I need to thank them.” He noted.

She smiled softly at that. “And you can. Soon.” She assured him. “Odin and myself…we had always wanted a son. We had the perfect name picked and everything. However, it wasn’t our destiny.” Her smile turned a bit sad.

Odin watched his wife lovingly. “Instantly, she wanted you moved to the palace.” He spoke up, looking towards George. “We had a room prepared for you, and we’ve made sure that you’ve remained cleaned, and taken care of.”

“That explains no beard.” He mused, rubbing his jaw. He’d been wondering how his hair grew out, but his beard hadn’t.

The two couldn’t help but chuckle. “We had hoped, a bit selfishly, that while we may not have raised you…we could take you in as our son.” She admitted.

He was shocked at that. “I’m sorry, but I need to get back to Earth. I need to make sure my wife and son made it back okay.” His heart ached at that. “I don’t know how I got here, but I hope that I can find a way back.”

Odin seemed to think for a moment. “I will see what can be done, but in the meantime, may we treat you as our son? Train you as such, show you the lands.” He asked, hoping things worked out well, mostly for Frigga.

“One more question. If you’ve always wanted a son, couldn’t you adopt?” He wondered.

“I haven’t heard of any children in need of a home.” Frigga told him. “Or we would have.”

George sipped his drinking, letting everything soak in. Setting his mug down, he sighed. “I will do my best to fit in while I’m here.” He wouldn’t give up hope, however. They had been kind, so he could give them this. A son, for even a short while.

Frigga brightened. “Thank you.” She had worried he would rush right out of there. “Please, tell us all about you!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, although it pained him. He imagined this would be how Winona would be with Jim as he grew- eager to hear everything. “Well, my name is George Kirk, and the same day that I became Captain of the U.S.S Kelvin, the same day my son was born…is the day that our ship had been attacked.” He began, explaining the day that changed his entire life.

Both Frigga and Odin hung on his every word, thankful that somehow, he had survived. Neither could begin to guess how, or why. They watched him get emotional as he relieved his final minutes, hearing his son be born in such a way, saying his final goodbyes, and hearing his wife cry. Frigga teared up, and Odin clenched his jaw slightly. Both felt for him.

Getting up, Frigga moved towards where he was, offering a hug. He was truly about to embark on the fine line of hope, and mourning. He hesitated a moment, but stood and let himself be comforted by her. “I am sure that your son will turn into a fine young man, and he’ll do his best to make you proud.” She assured him softly.

Jim could just barely see over the steering wheel of his father’s car as he sped along the dirt roads of Iowa. As the speedometer read closer to 90, the cell phone began ringing. His eyes glanced to it before answering. It was his Uncle Frank- who was livid. “Hey, are you out of your mind? That car is an antique.” He snapped, as if Jim didn’t know that. “You think you can get away with this just ‘cause your mother’s off planet? You get your ass back home now! You live in my house, buddy. You live in my house, and that’s my car.” Jim glanced at the screen of the phone. It was only ‘his’ because he had claimed it. Didn’t make it true. “You get one scratch on that car, and I’m gonna whip your a--” Reaching over, Jim disconnected the call. That was enough of that.

In the next moment, he turned on some music for the ride. Glancing up, he spotted the releases for the roof and detached each of them. It sent the roof flying backwards in the wind. He watched it hit the ground behind him before his eyes were on the road in front of him again. “Yeah!” He cheered, loving the rush.

It didn’t take long for him to hear a cop behind him, either. He looked in the rear view mirror, slightly panicked for a moment. The cop sped up, driving alongside Jim. “Citizen! Pull over!” He ordered the boy.

Instead, Jim sped up, taking a sharp turn to his right. The cop easily followed him.

He covered his face on instinct as he drove through a gate. Seeing the quarry ahead didn’t cause him to slow down. Instead, he sped up. Until the last moment. “No!” He yelled, slamming on the breaks and turning the wheel to the left in an attempt to not go over the edge. Knowing that he wouldn’t make it, he leapt from the car, onto the dusty ground. He slid towards the edge, barely holding on. He scrambled back up, the sound of the car hitting the bottom of the quarry behind him. Looking up from the ground, he saw the cop standing there. “Is there a problem, Officer?” Jim asked, breathing heavy as he stood.

“Citizen, what is your name?”

He stood a little straighter. “My name is James Tiberius Kirk.”

Odin watched proudly as Thor- who had once been George Kirk- sparred with some of their warriors. It had been thirty years since he’d sat down for breakfast with the two. Knowing that one day, Frigga would lose him…Odin had found a way to make him into a God. A powerful one, at that. Now Thor looked like a God, had the powers of one, and his beloved wife would never lose her son.

In that time, they also gained another son. Loki. He was much younger when they took him in- far too young to even know him and Thor had been adopted. Loki was now 25, and nothing like his older brother. Where Thor was muscular, Loki was lean. Where Thor was physical, Loki much preferred the strength of his mind. Where Thor was boisterous and outgoing, Loki was more reserved- but far from shy. His boys were yin and yang. While they fought, they were also protective of each other.

“Hello, father!” Thor beamed as he wiped his brow, walking towards Odin. He had pushed out all thoughts of his life before. When he realized there was no going back, he dove headfirst into this life. The first five years were the hardest. Knowing he was missing milestones. Knowing that his wife and son believed him dead. Then, he started to hope that Winona moved on. That maybe she found another to show her the love she deserved, and that Jim was being raised into a strong young man. Finally, he started to block things out. Of course he would dream of his past, but that could easily be brushed aside. Of course, what did dreams matter?

“Hello, my son.” He chuckled. “Shall we try fifteen men next time?” He teased, motioning to the warriors who clearly could not keep up with Thor.

Thor laughed, a sound that he and Frigga adored. “Perhaps.” He nodded. “Was there something you needed, father?” He asked.

“Just came to see how training was going, that is all.” He waved a hand.

“It’s going well, I believe.” He was proud. He had worked hard to get where he was. The first time he’d attempted to spar with one of the men…it hadn’t gone that well. Thankfully, things were very different now. “Is mother in the library?” He asked, as sometimes after he trained he would join her there.

Odin smiled, nodding. “Of course. I believe she is playing some game with Loki until you arrive.” He mused.

Jim had been Captain of the Enterprise for five years, and loved his job…but constantly being reminded that his father had died in space was a bit old. He wouldn’t trade his crew for anything , however a tiny part of him wondered how different life would have been had he had his father there. Would he still have joined StarFleet? Or would he have chosen a different path?

Maybe what he needed was a damn break. They all deserved one, in his mind. “I’m Captain, I can choose that, right?” He muttered to himself one night. “A few days. That’s all.” He thought out loud. But where would be a good place to go? Space was wonderful, but where could begin to compare with space?! He’d find somewhere that stuck out.

Thor rushed towards the throne room, as Asgard was in chaos. No one had attacked, but a large ship had come within their sights. He knew where that ship was from, yet could not begin to fathom how it had found Asgard, or why.

“Father!” He burst through the doors. “That ship is friendly.”

Odin looked towards his son. “How can you be sure?” He asked calmly.

Licking his lips, he took a deep breath. “Because that is just like the ship that I was captain of the day I arrived on Asgard.” He told him, trying to hold back excitement that he may get word of his own son.

Frigga gasped at that. There was no way they could know the truth about Thor, so it wasn’t like they were looking for him. They believed he was dead. “I believe it is fate.” She told her husband. “What else could it be?”

“Bring us the Captain!” Odin ordered. “Assure them that they are not in trouble.” He added, not wanting his guards to put the crew on edge. “Sit, my son.” He motioned to Thor’s throne. “I am sure Loki is out causing havoc somewhere.” He sighed.

It felt like an eternity before the large doors opened. In walked three people, one who was clearly a Vulcan. “My name is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise, this i-.” One began, causing Thor to quickly rise from his throne. “I’m sorry, was I not supposed to introduce us?” He looked between Odin, Frigga, and Thor, his eyes lingering on Thor.

“Thirty years ago, you were born. During a lightning storm in space.” Thor began, making Kirk furrow his brows. “You and your mother were rushed to an escape pod, as there was no hope for the ship.” He went on. Kirk’s companions looked confused, as well. Thor slowly moved down the steps. “Your father, George Kirk…needed to steer that ship. He was on a crash course.”

Kirk clenched his jaw slightly. “He, uh, obviously died.” He pointed out. “How do you know this?” He asked, staring at the man that looked familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

Odin and Frigga simply watched their son set eyes on his own son for the first time. It was such a bittersweet moment. “No, I did not.” Thor breathed.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Kirk’s female companion asked, looking disgusted.

“It is not. I braced myself for impact, an impact that never came.” Thor told her. “Months later, I woke up here.” He explained, not bothered by her demeanor. “Villagers found me in the fields. They took me in, and cared for me. Yet, I did not wake. My parents, Odin and Frigga, took me in.” He turned to motion to them, letting Kirk see. “They cared for me until I woke.”

“Your parents?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We had always longed for a son.” Frigga finally spoke. “When Thor came, we felt our dreams had been answered.” She smiled softly at the man she saw as her grandson. “He was determined to get back to you, and your mother. He spoke of nothing but that. While we tried to find a way, we treated him as our son. For thirty years we have tried to find a way back for him so he could find out what became of you.” She wanted him to know that Thor didn’t just abandon him.

“But…my father’s name isn’t Thor.”

“It is my given name on Asgard. Should you ask anyone, they will see me as Thor. Only my parents know the story.” Thor pointed out. “I am now what you would call a God.”

Kirk took a deep breath, trying to process everything. The man standing in front of him looked familiar because he had seen pictures of his father. Take away the beard, and that was him. He did not look a day older than he did in his Starfleet picture.

“May I request someplace to sit for the Captain?” Asked the Vulcan. He could tell Kirk was not doing well with this information.

“No, Spock.” Kirk shook his head, his hands on his hips. “I don’t need a damn chair.” His tone was softer than the words aimed at his first officer.

“Sir, you cannot tell me this is not taking its toll on you. After all, you have been under the impression that your father died. Yet, he has been living well, as a God, in some place unknown to us.” He raised an eyebrow.

Uhura shot Spock a look. She knew that likely wasn’t helping.

Frigga felt for him. “Would you like some place to relax until dinner? Or would you prefer to return to your ship? Your entire crew is welcome, of course.” She said gently.

“I do not believe that would be feasible. Not only do we have one thousand and twelve people on board, we do require some to remain on board.” He told her.

“I see.” She mused. “Then, may I ask for my grandson to bring those closest to him?” She gave him a gentle smile.

Kirk couldn’t help but nod. Bones was not going to believe this.

Bones stared at him, blinking. “Okay, so you’re trying to tell me that your father, the late George Kirk, did not die on the U.S.S. Kelvin. He ‘magically’...what, teleported… to Asgard?” He sounded skeptical. “Are we sure it’s him?”

Kirk nodded. “I looked right into his eyes, Bones!” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. “He knew things that weren’t in the Starfleet report. I’ve read it. I know what’s missing because my mom told me.” He sighed. “It’s him.” He said quietly. “He’s just a God now, who is named ‘Thor’.”

“You mean ‘God-like’, right?” Bones tried to clarify. “There’s no way he has powers or anything.”

“I didn’t ask. What did you want me to do? Go up to him and be like ‘hey, dad, can I see your powers?’?!”

“Whatever. Who are you bringing to this dinner?” He asked, not sure if he wanted to be picked or not.

He finally stopped pacing and sat down. “You, Uhura, Spock, Chekov, Sulu, and Scotty.” He shrugged. “You guys are basically my family on board.” He sank down a bit in the chair. “How do I even begin wrapping my head around this? My father is technically my age. He was 32 when he ‘died’.” It wasn’t like this was something covered in Starfleet. “I don’t know when they ‘made him a God’, but I can’t see him being older than 35.”

Bones nodded. “I wonder if the way they made him into a God could be modified to cure certain illnesses.” He mused.

“Focus, Bones!” Kirk half whined. “I’m about to go to dinner with my father, and my adopted grandparents.” He had about an hour before they all left the ship. “Oh God. He didn’t mention a wife. What if I have some Godly step-mother?!”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “How about you just work on getting to know him?” He suggested. “Isn’t that what your mom would have wanted?” His tone was gentle. “And maybe stop acting like a 16 year old who got told he can’t use the car to go on a date.” He teased him. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving it. It’s hysterical. However, I don't think your father wants to see the childish side of you right off the bat. Ease the poor man into it.” He smirked.

“He was actually ‘pouting’?” Spock asked McCoy as they made their way to meet Kirk to leave. He sounded slightly amused at the thought.

McCoy nodded, chuckling. “He did! Slouched in the chair and everything.” He told him.

“Can we not tell everyone this story?” Kirk gave the pair a bored look. He didn’t need his crew, but especially Spock, viewing him that way. “Please?” He sighed, thankful when they finally nodded in agreement.

It didn’t take long for the others to arrive, and they all made their way towards the palace. Everyone was excited, and nervous. This was beyond anything they had ever dreamed of before. Not only that, but they had all learned about George Kirk in school. Uhura gave Kirk’s arm a quick squeeze of support as the doors opened. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. They had come a long way from the first night they met at the bar.

He gave her a small appreciative smile. If he was honest, part of him was looking forward to getting back into space where she got sassy with him. It was something he was used to, and that was comforting. “Please don’t be afraid to be your usual sarcastic self.” He whispered to her, making her chuckle lightly. “We both know Spock will be, well, Spock.” There was a bit of pride in his voice at that. He wouldn’t have Spock any other way.

“That he will.” She snorted. “We know he will never change.”

“Eh, remember I met old Spock.” He told her. “I think he changes a bit, but not so much that he’s not Spock.” He felt a fondness for older Spock, if he was honest.

Before she could reply, Thor entered. “Welcome!” He beamed. His blonde hair was in a low ponytail, and he had changed into different clothes from earlier.

McCoy felt an instant attraction to him. While, sure, he could see some similarities between him and Kirk…this did not look like the same man from that Starfleet portrait. He had certainly taken care of himself. Where Kirk’s smile was goofy, and charming, Thor’s was warm and inviting. He found himself wanting to hear the man’s entire life story.

“That’s McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Spock, Chekov, and Scotty.” Kirk introduced everyone. There was a tension in the air, and for once he didn’t think his usual tactics would work. No being a smartass for this mission.

“I cannot wait to get to know you all.” He told them. “Especially you, my son.” His voice softened as he spoke to Kirk. “Would you like a tour before dinner?” He offered, hoping that would help them ease into things.

Uhura couldn’t help herself, nodding quickly. “Please, everything here is gorgeous!” She grinned.

“You would be correct.” Thor told her. “Follow me. We shall start in my favorite area- the training area.” He turned to lead them out.

McCoy was thankful no one could see his eyes as he found himself watching how Thor’s pants clung to him. It wouldn’t be good for Kirk to catch him checking out his father. He doubted that his best friend would be too pleased.

“Thor! Come to train again?” A female warrior asked, grinning at him.

Thor laughed, shaking his head. “That eager to lose again, Sif?” He asked playfully. “But, alas, not today. I am simply giving my son and his friends a tour.” He explained, motioning to the small group.

Her face went from playful, to shocked. “Son?!” She asked, blinking up at him. “So the rumors are true?”

“They are. This is James.”

“Jim.” Kirk corrected awkwardly. Was Sif his girlfriend?

She glanced at him, then at Thor, then back to him. Her eyes looked him over, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “You are clearly not a warrior.” She mused.

“Uh, no.” He chuckled lightly. “I’m Captain.”

Her attention was fully on him now, leaving the others to watch. “Should a captain not be as capable as their men?” She asked.

“We tend not to fight in battles, at least on land.” He shrugged. “And on the off chance that happens, we have phasors.” He explained, making her raise an eyebrow. “We don’t use swords.”

“What honor could be gained from such battles?”

“In our society, honor isn’t given through battles. Or, less than it used to.” He felt the need to defend himself. “It’s through discovery, helping people, and saving lives.” He went on.

“Are you an honorable man, Jim?” She smirked, enjoying this back and forth.

It was Spock that spoke up. “Jim is one of the most honorable men I know.” He told her, praising his captain.

“For all his faults, I’d have to agree.” Bones added. “Don’t let that go to your head.” He teased Kirk. “You’re still a pain.”

Jim winked at his best friend. “You love me.” He chuckled as Bones rolled his eyes. Looking back to Sif, he shrugged. “I don’t act for honor. I do what I feel is right.”

She grinned at that. “I like you, Jim.” She patted his cheek before turning to Thor. “Bring him to training tomorrow. I’d like to see him in action.”

The smile on Jim’s face fell. “I’m sorry, you what?” He blinked.

Uhura snorted. “Oh, this I have to see.” She grinned. “It’ll be like that night in the bar all over.” She laughed as Jim shot her a look. “At least there will be no tables for you to land on this time.”

Thor looked amused. “Are the pair of you together? Your mother must adore her!”

“Nope, we are not together.” Uhura shot that down. “He hit on me that night, but I turned him down.” She explained.

“And mom died.” He sighed. “She would have liked you, though.” He added to Uhura. “He’s not wrong.”

Thor’s amusement quickly dissipated. “Oh.” He said sadly. “I’m sorry.” He told Jim sincerely.

Sif gave Jim a sympathetic look, as he was clearly bothered. “Let’s just move on. What’s next on the tour?” Jim asked, not wanting to dwell on his mother’s death. He’d much rather focus on this weird ‘my dad is alive, and is a God’ thing, honestly.

“Of course.” Thor said somberly before turning to Sif. “We shall see you tomorrow.” He promised her.

With a nod, she went back to her own training.

The tour went much better after that, and soon they were entering the dining hall. “Ah, Loki! There you are!” Thor’s voice boomed. “I have been looking for you. Come! Meet your nephew!” He grinned. Of course there was still this off underlying feeling, but he was doing his best. He wanted to embrace fatherhood while his now grown son was there. The thought of them parting hurt. How would they stay in touch? Would that even happen? Or would these be the only memories he had of him?

Loki rolled his eyes. “Brother, I have no interest in Midgardians.” He told him blandly.

Thor shook his head. “Not even your nephew?” He asked, trying to urge the dark haired man to stop being so stubborn. Even if he felt it likely wouldn’t work.

Sighing, he gave Jim a sarcastic smile. “So lovely to meet you.”

Jim smirked right back, chuckling. “Right back atcha.” He felt he could somewhat get along with him.

That amused Loki, making him step forward a bit. “Is that so?” He asked. “Something tells me you aren’t as stuck up as many Midgardians.”

“Ah, there you are!” Odin’s voice made everyone look away from Kirk and Loki. “Your mother is on her way, and hopes that our dear grandson will sit near her.” He smiled, knowing this was something his wife looked forward to. Granted, she had always assumed that she would be there for her grandchildren from the beginning, but that didn’t change her excitement.

Jim nodded. “Of course, if that’s what she’d like.” He agreed, not wanting to be rude. Although he really didn’t see them as his grandparents. It was a weird thing to wrap his head around. They were Gods, he was mortal for starters.

Finally, they were all sitting, enjoying their meals and mead. “How long have you been captain, James?” Odin asked, curious.

“Almost five years now.” He said happily. “Best job ever.” He told him honestly.

“Tell us how you became captain.” Frigga smiled, wanting to hear as much about his life as she could while he was there.

He chuckled nervously. “Uh, that’s a funny story, actually.” He told her. “I’ll let Uhura over there tell you about the night I met Captain Pike, the captain before me. She loves this story and I can tell she’s just itching to tell you all the details.” He smirked at her.

Laughing, Uhura nodded. “Oh, you have no idea, Captain.” She was amused at this. “Me and a bunch of other Starfleet cadets were at this backwoods bar in Iowa. I went up to get us all some drinks, and he’s already had at least a few.” She went on, sipping her mead before going on.

“Hi, I’d like a Klabnian Fire Tea, three Budweiser Classics, two Cardassian Sunrises and uh…”

“Gotta try the Slusho. It’s good.”

“The Slusho mix. Thank you.” She smiled at the bartender.

“That’s a lot of drinks for one woman.” Kirk spoke up from around an alien that was between them.

Uhura kept her eyes on the bartender. “And a shot of Jack straight up.”

“Make that two, shots on me.” Kirk tried, motioning between the two of them. He would not pass up the chance to hit on a pretty woman.

“Her shots on her.” She told the bartender before looking to Kirk. “Thanks but no thanks.”

“Do you at least want to know my name before you completely reject me?” He asked.

“I’m fine without it.”

Kirk smirked. “You are fine without it.” He told her as she kept her eyes on the bar in front of her, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s Jim, Jim Kirk. If you don’t have to tell me your name, I’m gonna have to make one up.” He flirted.

“It’s Uhura.”

“Uhura, no way. That’s the name I was gonna make up for ya. Uhura what?”

“Just Uhura.” She said simply.

“They don’t have last names on your world?” He asked, completely unbothered if that was the case.

“Uhura is my last name.” She informed him.

“Well then, they don’t have first names on your world?” He wondered, getting up from his barstool to move closer to her. “So you’re a Cadet, you’re studying…what’s your focus?” He leaned his elbow on the bar, enjoying this back and forth they had going.

“Xenolinguistics. You have no idea what that means.”

“The study of alien languages, morphology, phonology, syntax. It means you’ve got a talented tongue.” As he spoke, she turned so that her back was against the bar and leaned her elbows on it.

“I’m impressed. For a moment there, I thought you were just a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals.”

Not one to pass up a good joke, Kirk was unphased. “Well, not only.” He said easily, making Uhura laugh.

All eyes went to Jim. While the crew had heard this story before, it never failed to amuse them. “Can you blame me? I was drunk, and Uhura was a babe.” He defended himself.

Odin looked quite amused at the tale so far. “I take it you are quite the lady’s man?” He asked.

“Oh yeah.” Spock, Uhura, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, and Scotty all answered at once.

“Anyways.” Jim shook his head. “Another cadet came up to ask if I was bothering her. She said I was, but I was nothing she couldn’t handle.”

“At which point you said ‘you could handle me. That’s an invitation’. As I was about to take my shot.” Uhura reminded him. “Don’t skimp on the details.” She smirked.

Sighing, he continued. “The other cadet told me to ‘mind my manners’. I told him ‘relax cupcake, it was a joke’. He didn’t like that. He called me a farmboy and said maybe I couldn’t count. That there were four of them, one of me. I told him to go get more to make it a fair fight. I patted his cheek, went to turn around and bam. I’m getting decked.” He took a bite of his meat as he remembered that night. The night that changed his life.

A fight ensued, no one wanting to back down. Kirk did fairly well holding his own against the Starfleet Cadets, even as Uhura yelled ‘enough!’ He was lifted from the ground and slammed on a table, before being held down and beat some more. After three hard punches, a whistle rang out, causing the fight to cease.

“Outside, all of you. Now.” With that order, the bar began to clear. Kirk remained laying back on the table, his arms hanging off the side. “You alright son?” Pike asked him.

Slurring his words, Kirk spoke up. “You can whistle really loud, you know that?”

Later, Kirk sat at a table, napkin in his nose to stop the bleeding, as Pike sat across from him. “You know, I couldn’t believe it when the bartender told me who you are.” Pike spoke up.

“Who am I, Captain Pike?”

“Your father’s son.” He said simply.

Kirk looked at the bartender, holding up his glass. “Can I get another one?”

Pike remained unphased. “For my dissertation, I was assigned the USS Kelvin. Something I admired about your dad, he didn’t believe in no-win scenarios.”

“Sure learned his lesson.”

“Well, it depends on how you define winning. You’re here, aren’t ya?”

“Thanks.”

“You know, that instinct to leap without looking, that was his nature, too, and in my opinion, it’s something Starfleet’s lost.” Pike went on.

“Why are you talking to me, man?”

“‘Cause I looked up your file while you were drooling on the floor. Your aptitude test is off the charts, so what is it? You like being the only genius-level repeat offender in the midwest?” He wasn’t convinced. He could see a fire in Kirk.

“Maybe I love it.” Kirk said sarcastically.

“Look, so your dad dies. You can settle for less than an ordinary life. Or do you feel like you were meant for something better? Something special? Enlist in Starfleet.”

Kirk actually laughed at that. “Enli-” He couldn’t even finish the word without laughing again. “You guys must be way down on your recruiting quota for the month.”

“If you’re half the man your father was Jim, Starfleet could use you. You could be an officer in four years. You could have your own ship in eight. You understand what the Federation is, don’t you. It’s important. It’s peacekeeping and humanitarian armada.”

He shrugged. “He told me where to find him the next day, and when. I said screw it. I went there, told him I’d do it in three.”

“You did not wish to be a member of Starfleet before then?” Thor asked softly.

Kirk shook his head. “Hadn’t crossed my mind.” He told him honestly. “Or I would have enlisted before then.” He went on to explain how he went from Cadet to Captain in just three years. Including the not so fun details of getting kicked off the Enterprise and finding his way back on it.

“Wow.” Frigga breathed. “So much excitement!” She didn’t say anything about the conversation with Pike, as she couldn’t. The events of that caused the death of George Kirk had brought her her beloved son.

Loki was grinning, and finally spoke up. “I like you.” He was beyond amused at this story. “I bet you have a ton of excellent mischief stories.” He chuckled. “You seem to be nothing like my dear brother.”

Jim sipped his mead, shrugging his shoulder. “I can’t say. Everything I know about him was from Starfleet and Captain Pike.” He said honestly. “And Starfleet only taught us the positives.”

“They teach about me at Starfleet?” Thor sounded surprised.

“Well, yeah. I mean, to them you died saving everyone that was on board the USS Kelvin that day.” Jim nodded. “It makes sense they would teach about you.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I bet that was a great deal of fun for you, being his son.” He knew being known as “Thor’s brother” was maddening enough. Being the son of someone like that? No thank you!

“Eh.” Jim started. “I mean, it was annoying at first because I got looks, but after being in class with the same people? It kinda died down.” He was thankful for that. “It did make it so the higher ups expected more of me, though. Like I had to try twice as hard to be given the same respect because they wanted more.”

“Which also led to him taking things less seriously.” McCoy noted. “He was hellbent on having a good time.” He explained, no hint of judgment in his voice. Then again, who knows if he would have been the same way had the roles been reversed? If McCoy’s father had died like Kirk’s, would he have had the same back way of looking at life?

After some more talk of Kirk’s life, everyone was led to a lavish room for the night. Kirk was just about to get into bed when there was a knock at the door. Confused, he went to open it to see Thor. “May I speak with you a moment?” Thor asked.

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, stepping aside. “What’s up?”

“I was contemplating requesting to join you when you leave.” He told him honestly. “However, who knows if you’ll come back here, or if I’ll be able to return.” He went on. “I just know that I do not wish to say goodbye to my son.”

Jim wasn’t entirely sure how to reply to that. “Well, the others seem to be enjoying themselves. I can’t see us leaving right away. Maybe a week or two?” He figured maybe that would help Thor a bit.

Thor nodded. “I look forward to that time with you.” He gave him a small smile. “I believe Sif will, too. She seems to be eager to see you in action.”

Clearing his throat, he looked away at how that could be taken in more than one way. “She is going to be disappointed. I’m trained in hand to hand. Not sword fighting. Sulu is, though.” He noted. “But I think that’s more of a fencing thing? Not entirely sure.”

“I guess we shall see tomorrow. If he is up for that.” He could tell there was a thick tension in the air. He hoped it would pass soon, and let them bond.

Kirk was torn. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been enjoying the time they spent in Asgard, but the Enterprise meant everything to him. They had been there nearly two weeks, longer than they had spent in any one place on their mission before. At the moment, he was sitting under the stars with his crew, enjoying a drink.

“I can see the gears turning in your head, Jim.” McCoy spoke up, making Kirk give him a small smile.

“You okay?” Uhura asked softly. While she loved giving him a hard time, she was also there if he needed to talk.

After a moment, he licked his lips, eyes staying on the stars. “I don’t know if I want to leave.” He said so softly he didn’t know if anyone even heard him. “My mom is gone, and I grew up hearing about what a great guy my dad is.” He sighed. “You guys are my family, and I don’t want to leave you, or the Enterprise, either.” He shook his head.

No one knew what to say, and all eyes went to Spock when he spoke. “What if none of us left?” He mused, shocking them all. Out of everyone, they assumed he would be the one to remind them of their mission, of their orders.

Looking around, everyone tried to read the others. Would that be something that everyone even wanted? McCoy had been getting a bit closer to Thor, and found himself leaning towards staying. If he left, would Thor be his greatest ‘what if’? Before he could stop himself, he agreed with Spock. “I agree with the pointy eared bastard.” He chuckled, smiling at him. “It’s the best mix of having a home and still exploring and learning.” He added.

Kirk was honestly floored that any of his crew wanted to stay, let alone Spock and McCoy. Those were the two that would have been the ones to urge him not to stay. He didn’t hide his surprise, either. “Really?” He blinked. “That was the opposite of that I thought either of you’d say.”

“Same here.” Scotty laughed. “I thought it would be me, Sulu, and Chekov who would want to stay, but McCoy and Spock would have wanted to go. Uhura would have been in the same boat as our Captain.” He shrugged, sipping his mead. “Now we really do have something to think about, though.”

A silence settled over their group as they all looked to the stars, those thoughts weighing on them.

“Can I talk to you?” Kirk asked Thor after breakfast the next day. “Alone?” He specified.

Thor was surprised at that, but not unhappy. “Of course.” He agreed. “Walk with me.”

They walked in silence for a bit, until finally there was no one in ear shot. Finally, Kirk gathered his courage. “Me and the others were talking.” He started, looking around. “About…not leaving.” He told Thor.

“You would wish to stay? All of you?” He asked, truly surprised. There was no way he would have ever expected that to come out of his son’s mouth.

Kirk nodded. “Last night we were sitting around, enjoying some fresh air, and star gazing.” He began. “I told them I didn’t know if I wanted to leave. My mom is gone, and I grew up hearing what a great guy you are. However, they’re my family. We’ve gone through hell and back together. So I don’t want to leave them, or the Enterprise, either.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Spock then asked ‘what if none of us left?’, and Bones agreed. He pointed out it’s the perfect mix of having a home and still getting to explore. I had been thinking he was gonna be the one to call me an idiot.”

Thor couldn’t lie, he loved the idea of all of them staying. “You do not need to rush such a decision.” He assured him. “Should you choose to stay for now, we will not turn you away. If you decide in a year you wish to leave, we will not keep you here.” Although it would be even harder to say goodbye down the line. “What if only some of you wish to remain?” He wondered.

“Then I’d appoint whoever was highest ranking left on the Enterprise as Captain.” He told him. “I love being Captain, and I think I’d miss that.” He admitted. “But if I left, I might miss here.” And you , he thought. He was growing used to having a father, no matter how strange things were.

He could tell it was weighing on him, and decided to lighten the mood. “I’m sure Sif would quite enjoy it if you stayed.” He smirked at his son, making Kirk chuckle. “I think she is growing fond of you.”

Kirk shook his head. “You sure it’s not just because I’m your kid?” He raised an amused eyebrow.

“Unlikely.” He laughed. “She is one of the men to me, and she feels like one of the men, as well.” He explained. “So, I highly doubt that is the case.” He assured him, not being opposed to the pairing. “I am sure she would be pleased to train you to eventually be a captain here, or as close as you can get to it.” Would that help Kirk to want to stay? Thor knew he was being selfish, but he’d already lost so much time with him!

“I hadn’t thought of that.” He mused, intrigued at the idea. “Would…would I eventually be able to be like you?”

“If you were to train enough, work out consistently. I can’t see why not. I can assist with that.” It honestly sounded like a good way to bond.

“Oh, I don’t mean all buff.” He chuckled. “I don’t think that would look good on me. I meant a God.” He sounded almost shy. “I mean, it sounds like it would be a good idea. So you wouldn’t have to watch me die, and we would have more than enough time to make up for the last few decades.” He was clearly nervous about this topic.

Thor thought for a moment. “I am sure that would be easily done in time. I would need to discuss this with my parents, but I cannot see them saying ‘no’. Mother adores you.” He put his hand on his shoulder. “After I speak to them, I shall let you know.”

Kirk smiled. “Thanks. I’ll keep you updated on who wants to stay and go.” He promised.

They’d been in Asgard a month when Thor, Sulu, Kirk, Uhura, Spock, McCoy, Chekov, and Scotty discussed what was going to happen. “I believe I was told a decision has been made?” His eyes scanned the group, locking with McCoy’s for a moment. The pair had been getting closer since Thor spoke with Kirk.

McCoy laughed, far from sober at the moment. Loki was regaling everyone with tails from when he’d pranked Thor over the years. Everyone was greatly amused, and even Thor couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Careful, doctor.” Thor told McCoy, his voice low, as McCoy nearly fell off of his chair. Standing, he helped McCoy up. “I will get Leonard to his room.” He told the others, although only Spock made it known that he’d heard.

Once they were out of ear shot, McCoy felt brave. Looking up at Thor, he licked his lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being carried.” He flirted. “I bet I’d weigh nothing to you.” He added.

Thor smirked, not stopping his steps as he easily lifted McCoy bridal style. “Better, doctor?” He flirted back, his eyes darting to the dark haired man in his arms. He was amused to see McCoy’s cheeks a bright pink.

“I bet that comes in super handy in the bedroom.” He breathed before he could stop himself.

“A great deal. Would you care to find out?”

“Fuck yes.”

He was now quite fond of the doctor, and truly hoped that he was one that decided to stay. At least he felt that McCoy felt the same.

Kirk nodded. “Sulu isn’t staying. He has a family back home. He’s taking over the Enterprise. Myself, Uhura, Spock, McCoy, Scotty, and Chekov have all decided to stay.” He watched Thor’s face light up with excitement at the news. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Thor pull McCoy into a kiss. “Um.” He blinked, looking at the others, confused.

“I was hoping you’d stay.” Thor grinned.

McCoy chuckled at that. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I am so lost.” Kirk muttered.

“I’m sorry, my son!” Thor turned to him. “The doctor and myself have been enjoying each other’s company for the past couple weeks. I had been worried I’d be saying goodbye. I had a ‘gut feeling’ you would be staying, however.” He didn’t want Kirk to think he hadn’t been worried about him leaving. Of course he was, but he had been all but sure he was staying.

“Fascinating.” Spock mused.

#thor oneshot #marvel #star trek

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reigningqueenofwords · 15 hours

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You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

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It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

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In Hiding

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Part 3 of Father Dearest

Cas keeping such information drove a wedge between him and Dean. No matter how many times he apologized, Dean would snap at him. Most days Cas would check in at least once. Sometimes he’d show up with take out, knowing that you were too tired some nights after work. You saw the stress written across Cas’s face, and felt terrible that he was thrust in the middle of this. He never said anything about it, however. He’d held bigger secrets than this back before.

Days turned into weeks. You’d started to show, ever so slightly. From eating better, and having been over weight before, you’d lost a few pounds. The doctor you had been seeing said that was perfectly fine and that the baby was healthy. You were nearing four months pregnant, and looking forward to finding out what you were having. You knew that wasn’t until about twenty weeks, but it gave you something positive to look forward to. Even if you couldn’t share it with the father, or the man you loved.

One night when Cas came by, you were lounging in your pajamas on the couch, feet kicked up. “Y/N.” He said, handing you a bag with a fruit parfeit in in. Your current craving.

“Thank you, Cas.” You smiled, taking it. He was spoiling you.

“We need to talk.” He said, sitting on the nearby chair.

Shifting, you sat up and opened the bag. “What’s wrong?” You could tell something was really bothering him.

He sighed, glancing at the tv for a moment. You were watching Friends reruns on one of the few channels you got. “Dean is working with Crowley.” He said seriously. You raised your eyebrow at him, mid bite. “To find you.” That made your stomach drop. “I’ve tried to assure them that you’re safe, and that you want to be left alone…they won’t listen to me. At least Dean won’t.” What the hell were you supposed to do? “They’ve been searching in cities they know you love first.”

“Hex bags. I need a couple. Can you get your hands on some? I don’t exactly have those resources.” You asked hurriedly. There was no telling if they were tracking you that moment.

“I thought of that already.” He told you, handing you two. “One is to keep with you at all times. The other is for your home.” His voice was sad.

Looking at him, you teared up. Damn hormones. “Thank you, Cas. I know this hasn’t been easy on you.” You said quietly. “And, I’m sorry. I mean, that you’re in the middle of this.”

He gave you a sad smile. “I understand both of your sides. I just know that you’re scared, and that you’re doing what you believe is in the best interest of you and your child. You won’t be alone, though.” He told you gently. “I’ll be here. If you ever need anything at all, don’t be afraid to call for me. I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

That made you smile bigger than you had in days. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Cas.”

“So, enough with the serious talk. Have you been thinking of names?” Every night you’d talk a little about baby stuff. It was sweet, even though most times you ended up explaining why certain things were needed.

Chuckling, you sat back. “Well, for a girl…I was thinking either Charlotte or Constance.” You hadn’t really thought of a middle name to go with either just yet. “For a boy, maybe Christopher or Clark.” You realized they all started with a ‘C’ and laughed. Seeing Cas’s curious expression, you stopped. “All the names I like start with a ‘C’. I think it’s because you’re pretty much my only friend right now, and have been very supportive.”

Cas smiled. “I didn’t realize that, but that is true.” He thought through your names. “I am fond of the name Charlotte. Maybe Charlotte Renee? Or Charlotte Anne?” He suggested. Both were pretty. “As for the boy, I like Clark. Maybe Clark Joseph? Or Clark William?” It was nice having someone to bounce names off of.

“Charlotte Renee and Clark Joseph it is.” You said, taking a bite of your food. Sighing, you let your head fall back. “I have to work too early tomorrow.” You grumbled. Tomorrow you had to open, and that meant getting to work at six in the morning.

“Would you like me to leave so you can get adequate rest?” He asked, concerned.

You shrugged. “I’m probably just going to finish this and get some sleep. You’re welcome to stay or go. I know you don’t sleep.” There’d been a couple times he stayed and watched movies. You didn’t mind. You figured that things were tense at the bunker, and that he just wanted some quiet.

“I should probably get back to the bunker. Sam was looking into a case.” He told you. At the mention of Sam, your heart fell.

“Can you tell him I said hello? And that I miss him?” If you knew that Dean wouldn’t get it out of Dean someway, you’d have Cas bring him by, but it was too risky.

He nodded before zapping himself back to the boys.

“Did you hide her?” Crowley snapped as soon as he saw Cas. "I was summoned as soon as you left. I was tracking her, and then suddenly, she vanished.“ He was not a happy king.

“I did.” There was no sense lying about it. “I provided her with hex bags to hide her.” Cas explained, earning glares from Dean and Crowley. Sam just looked sad. “And she sent a message to Sam.” At that he perked up. “She says hello, and that she misses you.” He gave Cas a small smile.

Crowley moved to stand in front of Cas. “Why are you helping her hide?” He snapped.

Cas sighed. “I’m not at liberty to say. I simply left because she has to work in the morning. Although, I am tempted to return if I’m to be questioned.” He told them, his face hard. “I am respecting her wishes, as should you. Stop looking for her.”

“We can’t do that, Cas!” Dean finally spoke up.

Cas’s gaze turned to Dean. “You won’t find her. Not if she doesn’t want to be found. I will keep her from you as long as she wishes to be.” He was sounding more and more like when he first met Dean. Serious, and firm. “Do not try to track me to her, either.” Snapping his fingers, he was back in your living room, watching old reruns on your tv. You’d gone to bed, and didn’t worry about him coming and going.

Dean slammed his fist on the table. “Son of a bitch.” The fact that his best friend was hiding you from him was royally pissing him off. What was so bad that she would take off like that?

“Can’t you get your pet in line?” Crowley asked Dean. “What on Earth did you do?” He yelled.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” Dean yelled back. Crowley simply disappeared at that, angry at the eldest Winchester. Something was very off with you disappearing like that, and he wanted to know what it was.

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New characters

I’d like to add to the characters I write for, but I’m not sure who I’d like to branch out into writing. Send in some Drabble requests with characters you’d like to see me write?

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Avoidance - Part 3

Bucky A/U - Hockey Player Bucky

Part 3/4

Read Part 1 Here

Read Part 2 Here

Read Part 4 Here - posted May 24

Summary: After meeting his daughter, Bucky develops a relationship with her, and wants to start one with you. But are you ready? Can you forgive him? Is this ok with Sophie?

Content warnings: Language, little fluff, nothing too serious.

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Tag - @sapphirebarnes

It had been a few weeks since Bucky had met Sophie and the two were inseparable. He constantly facetimed you and her whenever he could, he came around with food from the bistro, and took a genuine interest in her life which made you happy and relieved. Gone are the days of avoiding Bucky and you were relieved about it.

It took some getting used to, sharing Sophie with Bucky, but you managed. You told her about Bucky being a hockey player and she was instantly obsessed with everything Brooklyn Blades. Bucky had gotten her an exact mini replica of his jersey she could wear, a Blades calendar, stickers, and any team merchandise he could get his hands on, she was their newest number one super fan.

Bucky even started texting you here and there, asking how your day was, or if you needed anything. It was weird at first, but you eventually got used to it. It was nice having someone other than Nat and your mom to talk to, even if it was Bucky.

You had been busy planning the fundraiser when you saw a large package being delivered to your office.

"What's this?" you pointed to the box.

It was addressed to you.

"No idea. Need any help?" Scott asked while he placed it on your desk.

"No, it's fine. Probably the new platters I ordered anyways" you got out the scissors.

Scott left your office, and you opened the box. A note was attached to the tissue paper.

"Thought you and Sophie need a night out. Tickets, parking, and snacks on me. Figured you didn't have one of these for yourself, so you can wear this and match Sophie. See you both tonight. B."

You smiled to yourself while you looked through the box. You pulled out an adult sized Barnes jersey which covered two red roses. He was right. You didn't own anything Blades, but perhaps you were coming around to the idea of adding a few pieces to your wardrobe. Your face was a little red.

"What's that?" Nat poked her head in your office.

You quickly put the jersey down and covered the roses. Nat was protective of you and cautioned you every chance she got about Bucky. Not that she didn't trust Bucky, but she just wanted you to be careful.

"His jersey?" She looked in the box at the folded sweater.

"Yeah."

"Going to the game tonight then?" She arched one of her eyebrows at you.

"Guess so. Tickets for me and Sophie, all the snacks we can eat and a prime parking spot." You smiled.

"Have fun then." She winked at you then left. You took out the jersey and smiled to yourself, and then you took out the roses and smelled them before placing them back in the box. You cleared your throat and shook your head to clear it, getting back to work on the fundraiser.

🏒

You got to the rink with Sophie and her eyes were huge. She took in the large arena and the fans piling in. She was in awe that her dad's name was plastered on the back of a lot of jerseys and was smiling wide at them. You found your seats, across from the players bench and was a few rows up from the penalty box.

"These seats are the best!" Sophie was loving it.

She was practically vibrating from excitement in her seat. The lights of the arena dimmed a little and she tensed.

"Look!" she pointed to the bench.

The players were coming out for their warmups.

"There's Dad!" she gushed.

You saw Bucky skate out onto the ice, with his hair flowing as he got himself ready for the game. You could see him look around the crowd and then his eyes found yours, then Sophie, winking at you making you both blush.

"He sees us!" Sophie waved like a lunatic while Bucky skated over. He blew her a kiss and tapped his heart before he took off and skated around his net. In the past, he always did that to you before games and it made you smile; he now did that to Sophie.

Seeing Bucky play in person brought back some memories for you. You went to most of his games back in school and his practises. He loved it when you were at the games. He always used to tell you with you being at his games, it made him play better because you were his good luck charm.

The game ended with the Blades winning by two goals. Bucky had scored a goal and you saw him hand it to one of the trainers to keep safe. Security had gotten you and Sophie and had walked you to the players entrance so you could wait. As soon as the doors opened and Sophie spied Bucky, she took off and launched herself at her dad. He caught her and hugged her tight.

"Dad, you played great!" she gushed.

Some of the other players hid their chuckles. Bucky was one of the leading scorers in the league so yeah, he played great.

When Bucky first told his teammates he was a dad, they were shocked, but happy for him.

"Thanks kiddo." Bucky hugged her back.

"Oh, I have something for you."

He released her and fished around in his pockets of his tailored suit.

"Here, the puck I scored my goal with. It's yours." He handed her the puck, and you thought her eyes would permanently stay in a state of shock.

"Wow, cool!"

She held the puck in her little hand and waved it around.

"Look what I got!" She beamed at one of the players you thought his last name was Quill who walked by. He high fived her and smiled, then continued down the hall. You chuckled.

"Thanks for the tickets." You said to Bucky while Sophie was hugging her puck tight to her chest. You held her other hand in yours.

"It was my pleasure." Bucky winked at you.

You blushed a little and nodded.

"Well, we should go." You pointed over your shoulder.

"Is Dad coming over tomorrow?" Sophie asked.

You looked at Bucky and he smiled.

"Name the time and I'll be there." He patted her on her head.

"Yo Barnsey, you comin' out with us to celebrate at the 107th?" called one of Bucky's teammates.

Bucky looked at the man then back at you. Your stomach clenched.

Here we go.

"No, not tonight man." Bucky waved at the man who smiled and nodded. He was surrounded by a few beautiful women making your heart rate increase.

You cursed yourself for having this reaction. You looked at the floor then smoothed Sophie's hair down not knowing what to do with your hand. You wondered what he would have done if you and Sophie weren't there. He was free to do whatever in his spare time like you were. It was just weird with Sophie.

"Well, we should go." You quietly said.

"Thanks for the tickets, Bucky." He smiled and blushed a little at you.

"I'll call you tomorrow."

You nodded them turned to leave. You could see Steve linger behind Bucky. You smiled at him then you left.

"Night dad, see you tomorrow!" Sophie waved, and Bucky smiled wide.

"Everything seems to be going well then?" Steve interrupted Bucky's thoughts while he watched the two of you walk away.

"Yeah Steve." Bucky smiled brightly at his captain and best friend.

"Good. I'm happy for you man." Steve patted him on the back and Bucky agreed.

Bucky was tired of the same old routine he had. Although he quit the partying, drinking, and drugs, he wasn't opposed to the odd hookup occasionally, but it didn't seem worth it to him now that you were back in his life and now that he had Sophie. Even if you were only his friend and mother of his daughter, it didn't feel right for him. And lately, any women he saw lingering around the players entrance he didn't even want to be around them, and he always compared them to you in his head.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow at practise."

"Yeah man. Tell Peggy I said hi." Bucky waved at his friend as they both walked out of the arena.

🏒

It had been another week, and the fundraiser was in a few days. Sophie had found out from Scott it was for the animal shelters, and she bugged you non-stop about getting a pet. You'd have to thank Scott later for blabbing that to her when she visited you a few days ago you scowled in thought. She didn't care what she got whether it was a dog or cat, she just wanted an animal. You reminded her lots that you were in no shape to look after an animal because of your schedule, but she constantly left you reminders around the house with post-it notes stuck everywhere.

Everything from feeding to walking to playing with the potential pet, it was getting annoying. You admired her persistence and the fact that she got her hands on colourful post-it notes was something to be admired. Even Bucky was asking you about it and you swore to him that if he gets Sophie a pet of her own, you'd castrate him, so he quickly shut up about it.

You were going over some of the details with Scott when you saw Bucky standing at your office door.

"Hi." You looked at him funny.

You had no meetings in your calendar.

"Ah yeah, hi." Bucky stood awkwardly and gave you a little wave.

"I'll send you those receipts by the end of day." Scott gathered his laptop and left your office.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as Bucky sat down.

"Had some time, thought I'd stop in." He shrugged.

You eyed him suspiciously.

"What?" He smirked. "Can't I check on the planning for the event?" He shrugged.

"Fine."

You pulled out the folder for the fundraising event and showed him the food you and Sam chose a few days ago.

"Looks good." Hummed Bucky.

"Really?" You flipped through the folder.

"Of course. You've thought of everything." Bucky reassured you.

"Thanks." You blushed a little.

You both sat there staring at each other.

"I was wondering..."

"Are you seeing Sophie..."

You both spoke at the same time then chuckled.

"You first." You gestured to Bucky to continue.

"I was wondering...Y/n, would you maybe want to grab a coffee with me sometime?"

Your eyes bugged out of their sockets.

Things with you over the month have been going well. Bucky had been around, spending time with Sophie, texting you. Of course, you were still attracted to him, feelings don't just disappear no matter how shitty it was, but with your history together it was complicated. You were still guarded at what he did to you.

"Can I think on it?" You whispered.

Bucky seemed a little deflated, but he nodded.

"Of course. Offer stands whenever you decide." Bucky smiled, wanting to keep that thought in your mind.

He had made the decision not too long ago he wanted you back. He wanted a life with you and Sophie, like how it should have been all along. He just hoped he didn't blow his second chance with you.

"Is Sophie coming to the fundraiser?"

Since the fundraiser was for the animal shelters, it was more family friendly, so many attendees were planning on bringing their families.

"Oh, well. My mom was going to come in and watch her since I'm working."

"If you bring her, I can watch her." Bucky suggested.

"Oh. Ok. I had thought you were hosting the event with Sam. I thought you would want to...mingle, maybe with your date?" You shrugged impressed with how casual you brought that up.

You were kind of stressing about Bucky bringing a date to this event and you had no idea how to ask him without sounding nosy. That and trying to explain to Sophie about her dad's date gave you mad indigestion.

Bucky looked at you funny. He had no date for the event and was going solo like the last few Blades events he attended. He had hoped he could spend some time with you but knew you were working and the thought of dating anyone when he was re-connecting with you and his daughter turned his stomach.

"Nah, no date for me. I'll let Sam do all the schmoozing. I'm just along for the ride." Bucky smiled.

"Oh, ok."

You nodded feeling relieved. In the month you were with Bucky, there was no mention of another woman, or hookup of any kind that you saw on social media. It was refreshing to see Bucky do everything he said he would for you, but more importantly for Sophie. Trust and honesty were something you valued and so far, he was showing you both.

🏒

The day of the fundraiser started off with a cluster fuck of problems. The boathouse was beautiful, but the balloon decorations were delayed, the chef called in sick and had his line cook there who looked like a deer in the headlights, and the people with the small petting zoo were complaining they didn't have enough shade for their llamas, because apparently, they need shade.

You had to re-look through your notes and find out who got the petting zoo in the first place then you scowled. Of course, it was a last-minute addition without telling you. You decided to talk to Scott about it on the Monday and not an hour before people were due to arrive. You didn't need him crying in the bathroom.

You rubbed your eyes with your fingers as Nat approached.

"Guest list is finalized; Sam was here about an hour ago going over things and he seems happy." Nat shrugged.

"Good for him."

You snarked back.

"Scott called in some re-enforcements for the chef, the petting zoo people are happy since the dog shelter people moved some of their set up so they could share some shade, and the balloons are on their way, with a heavy discount for the delay." Nat smiled.

You let out a breath and looked over at her and smiled.

"Thanks. Sorry for being snappy." You huffed out.

She patted your arm and smiled.

"It's ok. You nervous?" she asked.

Where did you start.

"About a lot of things." You admitted.

Some were not work related at all.

"Well, Scott and I have this all planned. Sam is going to be here shortly, and I think I see Bucky over there with Sophie dragging him along with a determined look on her face." Nat chuckled.

You looked behind you and sure enough, Sophie was dragging Bucky along so she could get to the animals. A few families had already arrived and were enjoying the set up.

"Check in with me in a bit." Nat smiled and left you waiting for Sophie and Bucky to get to you.

"Hey."

You waved at Bucky and Sophie launched herself at your legs and hugged you.

"Mom, this is so cool!" She gushed.

"Dad, look, goats!"

Sophie was bouncing she was so excited.

"Can we go see them?"

"Of course, come on." He walked with her to the small petting zoo.

You followed since you had a bit of time before the food would be ready.

You watched as Sophie and Bucky petted all the animals, played with some of the shelter dogs, and snuggled some kittens. It was something to see the assistant captain of the Blades snuggle a small kitten and you made a mental note to propose a charity animal calendar for next years fundraising ideas to the Blades since you think that would be a great money maker.

Sophie seemed in her element with her dad by her side. She was practically a mini version of Bucky and you had to hide your smile with how alike they were. Bucky had told you his parents would be visiting in a few days to see their grandchild and you were nervous. Nervous they wouldn't like Sophie or want to take her away with them to Florida to visit. Bucky had assured you they were ecstatic about it and there wouldn't be any issues, and you believed him, but it was overwhelming for you.

You must have been lost in thought when you felt a furry paw touch your cheek.

"She likes you." Bucky's voice interrupted your thoughts.

He was holding a white and tabby spotted kitten up to your face. The kitten tapped your cheek with its paw and let out a soft mew. You smiled, snapping out of your trance.

"Hi." You gently petted the kitten on the head.

"You, ok?" he asked, handing the kitten back to the volunteer.

"Yeah, I'm good."

You smiled and looked over at Sophie. Bucky eyed you up but didn't push. He knew you were lost in thought but didn't want to pry too much.

The food was ready to be served and for Sam to make his speeches. The silent auction was going well, and you had to admit, this was one of the best events you had run all season, even if it started out like it was going to be a hot dumpster fire. The shelters and local animal rights groups were thrilled with the turnout and even proposed the idea to Sam to make it an annual event, and he happily agreed to it.

Everyone from his firm was all there and they were enjoying it as much as the attendees.

You watched Bucky interact with Sam and some of his teammates and it was like watching a different person from who you remembered all those years ago. He was charming and engaging, he seemed happy and was having a good time when he looked over at you and gave you a quick wink and a smile before he looked back at Steve and laughed at something he said.

That innocent little wink gave you butterflies, and you blushed hard, catapulting you back to when you were in school.

"Everything ok?" Nat asked while she sipped a bottle of water.

"Fine. Everything is fine." You cleared your throat and pulled up your lists on your tablet, scrolling through to distract you.

"Good, I'm glad." she smirked.

Sophie found a few kids her age she was playing with in the petting zoo, and you were happy she was making new friends. Both you and Bucky kept a close eye on her all day, and it was a relief you had help. Your mom was coming by shortly to pick her up so you could help pack things up. You were thankful the day was a nice sunny day out and the weather co-operated.

You were taking a small break behind one of the outbuildings on the property when you saw Bucky talking with a beautiful blonde woman. She had cornered him and was smiling at him like he had hung the moon for her.

"Don't let that bother you. That woman has hit on all the players this afternoon." Nat pointed at Bucky and his companion.

You scowled in their direction.

"I'm going to check on Scott." Nat patted your arm and left.

Your insides flopped and your heart rate increased while you watched their interaction. You saw Bucky laugh at something she said but then he tensed when she placed her hand on his left forearm. He stepped aside and shook his head no. You could hear his voice in the distance.

"Thanks, but I'm kind of seeing someone who's very important to me." He politely declined her.

Your stomach relaxed and you had to hide your smile. She huffed but left his side in search of another potential player she could get with when you saw Bucky look over at you and grin. He gave you a little wave and started walking over.

"Hey." He said as he reached your side.

"Hi."

You offered him a small smile and went back to scrolling through your tablet, pretending you didn't see what just happened.

"Things seem to be going smoothly." Bucky shrugged.

He waved over to Sophie who was frantically waving at him and giggled when one of the goats was eating out of her hand.

"Your mom on her way?" asked Bucky.

"Yes, should be here soon. Oh, there she is now." You pointed at your mom who found Sophie in the petting zoo.

"Nana! Look, goats!" she giggled, and your mom laughed.

"I see that." She walked into the petting zoo and joined Sophie.

"I should go, see her." You excused yourself from Bucky, who followed.

"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n" Bucky said as he stood next to you.

Your mom looked up at him and smiled.

"Hi James. Good to see you." She patted his arm.

You told your mom everything about Bucky since he came back into your lives. She knew the times you contacted him and saw the responses, she understood he didn't have any idea about Sophie and was happy he was now in your lives.

"You can call me Grace James, or Nana even." She winked at Bucky who smiled and nodded.

"Come along Soph, we should head back home. Got a pizza to make!" She patted Sophie on the arm while the goats finished off their treats.

"Ok Nana." Sophie smiled wide.

"Nana's pizza is the best!" She gushed, and Bucky smiled.

"See you later Dad!" She leaned up and gave Bucky a kiss to his cheek and hugged him tight.

"See you Sophie girl" He hugged her back.

"Later mom!" Sophie hugged you before your mom took her with her to head home. You waved at the two of them and Bucky turned to you.

"How much longer are you going to be? Need any help?" he asked.

"Oh, no. We're good. Scott has a pack up crew in place once everyone leaves. I have a few things to load in my car, but other than that, we're good. You should head back though. You have an early practise tomorrow yeah?" you suggested.

"I do, but I can help. I don't mind." He shrugged.

Sam met with you and gushed and raved about everything. He was pleased everything turned out and was telling a lot of his clients and friends about you and Nat, so you were happy he was happy. You said you would email him a breakdown of everything early next week and he smiled before he shook Bucky's hand and left you both to chat with his team.

Bucky helped you pack up some of your things and lug them to your car while Nat and Scott did the same.

"Crew should be here shortly. You should go home Y/n, I got this." Scott smiled, and Nat agreed.

"Ok. Well, see you guys on Monday then." You waved, and Scott and Nat walked back inside the boathouse to pack up their stations and say their goodbyes to the chef and waitstaff.

"You, ok?" Bucky asked while you hefted the last bag in the trunk and brushed your hands together.

"Yeah, why?" You looked up at him.

His clear blue eyes seemed to sparkle under the bright sun. You loved looking into his eyes.

"Just seem quiet that's all." He shrugged.

You looked down at your hands that were fiddling with your keys.

"I'm good, promise." You smiled.

You had parked close to the back entrance of the boathouse to unload your car, so you were somewhat secluded away from everyone.

Bucky took a small step towards you and tucked a stray strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail. His warm hand lingered on the side of your face while he left it there, softly stroking his thumb on your cheek.

Your heart hammered in your chest, unable to move or breathe properly.

"Is this, ok?" he leaned down and whispered to you.

This has been the most physical contact he has given you since being back in your life and to your surprise, you missed it.

You nodded, unable to form words.

"Good." Bucky smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of your cheek, near your lips.

You froze. He pulled back and cleared his throat.

"I should go." You blushed hard, and Bucky nodded.

"I'll text you later. Maybe facetime Sophie before bed." Bucky smiled.

"I can drop her off with you tomorrow afternoon if you want?" You asked.

Bucky was a little taken aback. You had never offered to drop her off at his condo. He told you he had a two-bedroom condo and went into great detail of how he had the second bedroom turned into a room fit for Sophie, even showing you photos which you were impressed with. He bought her a new bed, bookshelf, night table, painted the walls, and set it all up in the hopes she could stay with him here and there.

"I'd like that. I'll let the doorman know but text me when you're on your way." Bucky smiled and leaned in to give you another kiss on your cheek before you got into your car for the drive home.

Once home, you talked to your mom about the event, Bucky being back in your lives, and his almost kisses he gave you. Your mom smiled and was happy for you. Her only piece of advice she gave you was to follow your heart and do what makes you feel right.

You had avoided Bucky for so long and now that he was back in your life, did you want him to stay as a friend? Only be a dad to your daughter? Or did you want the whole package? He had that standing coffee date offer he gave you a few days ago and the looks and kisses he gave you today seemed to convey his intentions.

The big question was, did you want all that too?

You had a lot to think about.

You wandered into Sophie's bedroom and she was lying down with a book at her side.

"Hey." You sat down and straightened her bedding out.

"Hi mom." She had rosy cheeks from being outside all day.

"Did you have fun today?" You asked and Sophie's head nodded frantically.

"It was so much fun! I got to pet all the animals, even the llamas!" She giggled.

"Good sweetheart, I'm glad. Did you have a nice time with Dad earlier?" You asked.

"Sure did." Some of Her's and Bucky's facetime calls were in her room. You wanted to give them privacy while they chatted to each other, and this was one of those nights.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

You looked at her in thought.

"Is Dad ever going to live with us?" She asked.

Oof.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You inhaled then exhaled, unsure how to tell her.

"Well, not right now. He's back and we need to build up a connection with him first before that would ever happen."

"When?" This girl was impatient.

"Sweetheart, when your dad...left, it made me sad. Now that he's back, I just need to make sure he's here to stay."

"Oh, he is mom. He showed me my room at his house and some photos he has of you." She giggled.

"I can't wait to stay over there" She smiled brightly.

You had no idea what photos he has.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he told me all about you in school. Said you were his girl and he loved you very much." She yawned and stretched out.

Your face flushed.

You tried shielding Sophie from your adult problems, but she was perceptive.

You decided to ask her a question you had been wondering.

"Would you be ok if dad was around more? Like living with us?" You asked.

She smiled wide and nodded.

"Of course. I love him mom, just like I love you, so I want him to live with us. Be a real family and all." She snuggled down in her bed and hugged her teddy bear close with the puck Bucky gave her on her nightstand.

You knew what she would say, it just helped solidify your thoughts on it.

"Well, I'll see what I can do then."

"He loves you mom." She whispered before her eyes closed.

"I know. And I love you Soph." You kissed her and pulled her blankets up tight to her chin.

You got out of Sophie's room and decided to text Bucky.

You: "Coffee date still on?"

His reply was almost instant, making you chuckle.

Bucky: "Of course. Name the time and place."

You bit your bottom lip and looked at your phone. Playoffs were soon so he'd be busy.

You: "After playoffs then?"

Bucky: "Absolutely!" 😉

You tucked your phone in your pocket and headed to bed with a smile on your face.

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Avoidance - Part 2

Bucky A/U - Hockey Player Bucky

Part 2/4

Read Part 1 Here

Read Part 3 Here

Read Part 4 Here - posted May 24

Summary: After your run in with Bucky, will he discover your secret you've been hiding for eight years?

Content Warning: Little angst, language, mentions of drinking and drug usage (not too explicit but it's mentioned in a few sentences), Bucky realizes something BIG.

Image found here

Tags: @blackbirdwitch22, @calwitch, @unaxy, @jackiehollanderr

Your mom stood at the stove and flipped her last pancake, plating it in front of Sophie. You were on your second cup of coffee already while you watched from the island. Sophie bit into her pancake and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"So good Nana!" Sophie whined.

"Nana makes the best pancakes."

You nudged Sophie and she giggled.

"Come on, finish those pancakes then I'll drive you to school before I head home." Your mom tapped Sophie's plate with her fork and Sophie dug in with a smile.

"I'll call you when I get home."

Your mom looked at you.

"Ok. I have some news."

You told her then looked at Sophie then back at her. She seemed to understand and nodded, knowing what it was about. She knew your event last night was for the Blades and that Bucky would be there. You just didn't want to talk to her when Sophie was present.

"Sounds good. Come on Sophie."

Your mom took the empty sticky plate and put it in the dishwasher with the rest of the breakfast utensils.

"Bye mom, see you later!"

Sophie planted a sticky wet kiss on your cheek followed by your mom who you hugged back.

"See you" you waved as the two of them left.

You still had an hour before your appointment, then work so you cleaned up a bit, and got yourself ready for your day.

You walked into your office with your freshly groomed feet, feeling somewhat decent. You slept fine, although you tossed and turned half the night thinking about Bucky, you still felt ok. Seeing Bucky in person brought back a lot of emotions you weren't sure what to do with. Sure, you've seen him on the sports highlights, seen photos of him around town on his numerous dates, but the in-person Bucky is a lot to process, especially with your history.

"Hey Nat."

You walked by her office then plopped yourself down at your desk. She smiled and got up from her desk and walked into your office.

"Hi."

She checked out your toes that were shining bright. You chose a bright flaming red for your toes, a colour that makes you feel good.

"Got a last-minute meeting after lunch."

She pointed to your calendar. You opened it and looked through it.

"Sam Wilson? Who's that?" you asked.

"No idea, but he said he has an event to plan." Nat shrugged.

"Any other details?" you asked, opening your emails.

"Didn't say. Said it was in a month and wanted it to be fun."

"Ok."

You scrunched your nose up and thought about it. Nat held up her hands and laughed.

"I know you're going to ask me how many people, the theme, and budget, but I really don't know any more." She insisted.

You let out a huff and flopped back in your chair.

"Fine."

"Hey boss lady!" Scott poked his head in your office.

"Got some info on new headsets. Sent them to you for approval. Let me know and I'll pick up whatever you want." He gave you a salute then left. Nat shot you a look.

"What? Mine frizzled out on me." She rolled her eyes then left your office.

You were in the kitchen getting a coffee when you heard your afternoon meeting had arrived and was in Nat's office. Sam Wilson. You grabbed your mug and headed there. You had a large conference room, but since it was only one person, Nat felt the meeting in her office would be best.

You turned the corner and froze.

"That's not Sam Wilson."

You pointed to Bucky who sat across from Nat. Nat was tense. She obviously had no idea Bucky would be here or she never would have accepted the meeting. On the other side of Bucky was who you presumed to be Sam Wilson.

Bucky shot up from his seat and greeted you.

"H-Hi Y/n."

He ran a hand through his chestnut hair and looked you over.

"You must be Sam."

You ignored Bucky and walked up to Sam to shake his hand.

"Sam Wilson. This guy's agent." He pointed to Bucky.

What?

You looked at Bucky confused.

"I thought Alexander Pierce was your agent?" You blurted out.

"Fired him after my rookie season." Bucky shrugged, then he sat back down.

Huh.

You turned to Nat who sat and observed.

"Well then, shall we?" she smiled and got out her notebook.

"...So that's what the event should have." Sam smiled brightly.

His sports agency Falcon Elite was hosting a fundraising event for the local animal shelters and was planning on inviting a lot of people.

"Seems simple enough. I can contact the chef with options once you decide. We can work on a signature cocktail and drink menu to pair with the food. Themed apps and desserts too."

You looked at your notes while Bucky looked on. He was so proud of you for going to college and doing what you wanted. He smiled to himself while he saw you furrow your brow and scrunch your nose up in thought. He remembered you doing that in class, usually if you were working on a hard problem or exam question.

"I'm thinking the boathouse by the lake. There's a large grassy area by the lake the shelters can bring some adoptions there to showcase them."

Nat looked over at you interrupting your thoughts. You thought about it and agreed. She immediately sent an email to the owner of the Boathouse to book it.

"Deposit would be due within a few days once you confirm our plans. Final payment due once the event is complete." Nat spoke while she typed.

Sam nodded and added the information to his phone before he pocketed it.

"We do have one condition though."

Sam turned his gaze to Bucky then to you.

"Oh?" you asked.

Nat finished typing and looked between Sam and Bucky.

"You are our main contact for this." Sam looked you dead in the eye.

"I want you to plan the whole thing, start to finish. Any questions I have, any issues that come up, you're the one I go to." he firmly stated.

You looked over at Bucky and scowled. He obviously planned this, then you looked over at Nat and felt a little helpless. Usually, for smaller events, you handed these off to one of your assistants, but apparently not in this case.

"Oh, well..."

Bucky watched everything from his chair. You looked over at Sam, then at Bucky.

"Ok."

You could see Bucky smile and Sam nodded at your response.

"Good." He clapped his hands together, pleased with your agreement.

Both Sam and Bucky stood up as did you and Nat.

"Thanks for seeing us." Sam stuck out his hand which you shook. Nat did the same thing and politely smiled.

Just as you were finishing, you heard some commotion in your office. It was almost at the end of the day, which is your favourite part of the day, not only because work ended, but of who you'd get to see.

"Mom!" Came a little voice that ran into Nat's office. Little arms flung around your waist, and you leaned down and hugged them.

"Munchkin!" You smiled.

You looked over at Bucky who was frowning to himself. He watched you and Sophie closely. He looked at Sophie, then you, then back to Sophie and he froze.

"Sophie." You placed your hand on the top of her head and smoothed her unruly dark hair down.

You peeked over at Bucky who flopped back down in his chair, never taking his eyes off your daughter.

"Why don't you go and see Scott at his desk?" You shielded Sophie from Bucky.

"Ok mom" she happily smiled.

You were thankful she didn't take an interest in the men who were in the office. Nat ushered Sophie out of her office, leaving you, Sam, and Bucky. Sam looked over at Bucky.

"You ok man?"

"Need a minute." he squeaked out.

"Alright. I'll be at reception."

Sam walked out of the office. You looked over at Bucky.

"You're a mom?" he blurted out.

You nodded.

You could see the gears in Bucky's head turning before he looked back at you.

"How old?"

Your heart sank.

This is it.

"Eight years."

He nodded, then frowned to himself. He was thinking when you shuffled a little, cursing Nat for not having a window you could fling yourself out of.

Will he put it together?

"That means..."

Yup. For a hockey player, Bucky was always quick thinking.

Bucky thought about it some more.

"Sophie..."

You watched him try and make sense.

"Is she mine?" he whispered.

You stood there watching him, unsure of what to do or say. You knew this day would come, you just hadn't thought of what to say or how to proceed.

You nodded your head and watched his reaction.

"She's mine." Bucky said more firmly.

He looked up at you. His eyes turned a fierce blue and he scowled.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he yelled.

You jumped a little at his outburst.

"I HAVE A DAUGHTER?!?! She's EIGHT!" he yelled again.

You cringed and winced.

"You! You hid her from me!" he pointed his finger at you and scowled.

"It's not like that" you shot back.

"That's exactly what it is. We have a child and she's eight Y/n. Why? How?" he sputtered.

"Can we go to my office please? It's quieter." You started walking out.

Bucky got up and followed you to your office. You shut the door. Your office was a little farther away from the main area and quieter.

"You have some explaining to do. I missed out on a LOT" Bucky scowled.

You went behind your desk and found a red folder in your bottom drawer. You took it out and slapped it on your desk.

"Here."

You pushed it towards him. He looked at it funny then he reached out and opened it, thumbing through the papers and mail.

"That's all the times I tried reaching out to you. When I found out, the first few months of my pregnancy, and even right after she was born. The emails I sent, the responses from Pierce's assistant, canned responses from your ridiculous PR team to the wonderful letter your lawyers sent me for harassing you, it's all there. I figured you didn't care, didn't want to hear from me, and wanted nothing to do with me. Your PR team even sent me a Bucky Barnes T-Shirt at first thinking I was some sort of fan."

You glared at him.

He didn't need to know you shredded it up and gave it to your neighbour to spread it in her litter boxes for her cats. Bucky sifted through the emails and replies from his PR team, the one Alexander Pierce hired in his first year to handle his social media and fan accounts.

"I never knew any of this." He whispered.

"Well, there you go. It's all there. I even tried reaching out to your parents, but I was told they're in Florida at the beach. Florida being a big giant beach itself, I wasn't sure where to start looking for them." You rolled your eyes at him.

Bucky ran a hand down his face and sat back in his chair. He was so mad at his old agent, he wanted to scream. Pierce manipulated him for so long, but this was the kicker. There was no excuse for him keeping something like this a secret from him. Pierce knew who you were. You weren't some stranger or crazed stalker fan or puck bunny even. You could see Sophie out of your office window playing with Scott, oblivious to what was happening.

You both sat in your office, not saying anything.

"I-I would have been there." Bucky whispered.

"Would you have?" You asked.

He slunked back in his seat and thought about it.

"You were so busy. You had a record rookie season going all the way to the cup finals. Things were going so well for you. Adding in a baby would have mucked it all up."

Bucky shot you a look.

"Doll, you know me. I would have been right by your side, through it all. None of that would have mattered. How..." he trailed off then composed himself.

"How did you give birth? How was the pregnancy? When did you know? God, I missed so much, I-I..."

Bucky's mind was racing. Some tears formed in your eyes before you blinked them away. You took in a deep breath.

"I'd like to tell you, but not here."

"Where then? When?"

Bucky ripped his phone from his pocket and started tapping on his screen, pulling up his calendar.

"I've got a few home games, practises, then a week away on the road. Does tomorrow work?" he asked.

"It does."

"You have my number then?" asked Bucky.

You nodded since Sam provided it to you and Nat earlier.

"I know a place. A quiet one where we won't be disturbed. I'll text you the address later" Bucky ran a hand through his hair.

You handed him a business card that had your cell number on it. He let out a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at Sophie. He looked scared and a little overwhelmed, but then he smiled when he heard her giggling at something Scott was saying.

"Hey Buck, you comin' or what?" Sam called from the lobby.

Bucky snapped out of it and got up from his chair.

"Be right there Sam."

"So."

Bucky looked you up and down. He desperately wanted to hug you but thought not since you stood with your arms crossed in front of you like you were guarding yourself.

"Ok then."

He got up and left to see Sam. Nat popped in your office with Sophie following who flopped down at your desk.

"You good?" Nat whispered.

You thought about it.

"Guess so. But, yes, I am."

You smiled and watched Sophie poke around your desk drawers. More than likely looking for some cookies.

"Meeting him tomorrow." You blurted out.

Nat nodded. She knows this is a long time coming and had to happen eventually.

"You let me know if you need anything." Nat patted you on the shoulder.

"See ya later munchkin!" Nat waved at Sophie.

"By Auntie Nat!" Sophie waved.

"So, Sophie, let's go home then." You waved at her.

You locked things up at your office and headed home.

🏒

"Thanks for meeting me here." Bucky stood from the table.

You met him at a small bistro you've never been to, named the 107th that was in a trendy part of town. You were in a room at the back so no one could see you, so there was some privacy. You sat down in the chair Bucky offered you. He sat across from you and was tapping his foot he was so nervous.

"So, I don't even know where to begin" you shrugged.

"How about from the start? I have all day Y/n." Bucky watched you intently.

You inhaled then exhaled, taking a sip of water that was in front of you.

"I found out I was pregnant a month after moving to the city. I had no idea what to do, thought my college plans were ruined, I was alone, until Nat helped me. She got me on a plan to take some courses part time, and from home so on the days I was sick, I could still learn. It took me taking summer courses and working my ass off, but I managed a baby and to graduate. I had help though. My mom, Nat, her sister. People stepped up" you glared at him.

"Y/n, I didn't know" Bucky blurted out.

"I know. And in the first few months, I reached out to you...or your team I should say, and I got nothing in return. All I wanted was to tell you, so you knew. I knew you had your own life and probably wouldn't be interested in your homely knocked up girlfriend" you deadpanned making Bucky cringe.

"Doll, that was...that was the biggest mistake of my life" he leaned back in his chair.

"I couldn't pull away from Brock."

"Couldn't or wouldn't?" you interrupted.

Bucky scowled.

"Y/n, there were media, cameras, team executives, I froze. I-I didn't know what to do. You KNEW me, I wouldn't have done anything to hurt you."

"But you did. You let Brock talk to you like that. You let him humiliate me, embarrass me, AND you let some handsy bimbo fawn all over you, even kissing you, which you never pulled away from, not once."

Your tears started. All the hurt and turmoil from the draft suddenly crashed into you at once.

"I know, and Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I did that and let that happen to you. If I could go back in time, everything about that moment would be different."

"Really? You REALLY would have stood up to your agent? He seemed to have things perfectly planned out for you." you grumbled.

You wiped at your eyes. Bucky sighed.

"Pierce manipulated me. He had a way about him that he could get things for his clients. Deals, interviews, all the best sponsors...I had no idea he had planned that whole thing. I later found out those women were planted, the photos were photoshopped and enhanced to make it look like I was with them. He did that so he could get you out of the picture. He always wanted you out of the picture. Away from me. He wanted me to himself to control and, well, he succeeded."

"What changed?" you asked.

Bucky looked down at the ground, almost embarrassed.

"Bucky? What happened? Why did you fire him if he was so far up your ass?" you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to answer. He let out a deep breath.

"After my rookie year, that summer, I-I hit rock bottom. Between the long season, extended by going to the finals, some injuries I hid from my trainers, and the constant parties he had me attend, I caved." he mumbled.

"What?" You looked at him.

"I-I drank a lot. Partied. Drugs too. Got in with the wrong crowd Brock was a part of. Pierce threw all that at me knowing I wouldn't say no. There was a party..."

"Oh, Bucky..." You brought a hand to your mouth in shock, you had a feeling you knew where this was going.

"Steve found me. If he hadn't, I-I don't think I would be here today" he whispered as a tear escaped his right eye.

"What do you mean?"

"Alcohol poisoning, combined with the drugs in my system. Pierce left me in my hotel room knowing I wasn't well. I was a mess. Steve was at the party, and he hadn't seen me for a bit, so he came to check on me. Found me passed out in my own vomit barely conscious. He called paramedics who came, rushed me to the hospital."

You let out a small gasp. The Bucky you knew back in school would never do this.

"Steve saved me. When I woke up, he told me what happened. Pierce never once phoned, texted, or visited me. I knew then he only cared I was making him money being the hottest rookie that season. He only used me for my name and talent. He never cared for me as a person" Bucky looked at his feet.

You sat there stunned.

"So, I fired Pierce, and hired Sam. Sam used to play. He's a few years older than me, but he had to retire from an injury and started taking on athletes as clients, then he opened Falcon Elite. He wasn't going to take me on as a client knowing my personal history and what happened, but Steve convinced him and he made me promise no more drinking, drugs, or partying, so I quit. Quit the parties and the drugs. Focused on myself, my game, my health, my family" he shrugged.

"I haven't looked back."

You thought about it.

"I had no idea."

"You wouldn't. Sam sealed that information shut from the public and media. Only people who know are me, Steve, the doctors who saved my life, and some of the partiers who were too far gone to realize it was even me. Pierce died last year."

You had no idea.

"And Brock?"

"Early retirement." Bucky used air quotes.

"He had a few sexual assault cases against him that his team hid from the public. Got divorced. Paid off the women. His team forced him to retire by cutting his contract seeing as how he was in violation of the team's code of ethics and standards."

You had no idea this happened. Between being a new mother and starting your business, you didn't closely follow Bucky's career until a few years ago. You only knew about what the press or social media said about his rookie season.

You both sat there staring at each other. Not only did you have to tell him all your information about Sophie, confront your feelings, but you also had to process what Bucky went through as well. It was a lot. Your mind was spinning.

"I go to therapy once every few weeks. To help. I've been sober since that party; no drinking, drugs, or anything like that" he added. You were proud of him.

"That's good. I'm glad you did that".

Your mind was kind of a jumbled mess but somehow, you saw the light at the end of a miserable dark tunnel for yourself, but Bucky as well.

"So, Sophie?" Bucky looked at you and smiled lightly.

"Yeah, Sophie." You smiled and looked down.

A waiter came in and placed a charcuterie board down. Your eyes lit up. You loved these kinds of snack boards.

"Thought you would get hungry, and I remembered you probably still like snacking" Bucky blushed a little.

"Thanks, I do. So, yeah. I reached out to you but didn't hear anything back. I just continued raising her myself. Mom helped, and Nat has been the best friend anyone could ask for. So, we just carried on."

"Does she know about her dad? About me?" Bucky asked.

"She's seen pictures of you in high school. She knows your name. I told her you're away working. I wasn't sure what to tell her when she first asked so that was the first thing that came to my mind."

Bucky's face fell.

"But know that I never talk bad to her about her dad. I always tell her the good times and the happy memories we had, no matter how we ended."

You looked off in the distance.

Bucky cleared his throat.

"She asked a few months ago about you. Whether she was ever going to meet you. I think the kids at school talk, and she sees she's...different than them. Most of her friends have a mom and dad, or at least a dad in the picture even if they are separated or divorced and she doesn't have that." You added.

Bucky's heart broke thinking his daughter was being picked on for him being an idiot all those years ago.

"What did you tell her?"

You thought about your conversation. You never told Sophie her dad was a professional hockey player. You wanted to protect her as much as you could.

"I said if the time is right, she can meet you. She smiled brightly and nodded then went back to colouring."

You chuckled at the memory.

"Can-can I see her? Spend time with her?" asked Bucky.

Your stomach flipped and flopped. Of course you wanted Bucky to spend time with her, but it's been you and Sophie for so long.

"If you are serious about being a part of her life and being there for her, loving her, then I don't see why we can't work on a schedule."

Bucky' face lit up.

"BUT, this is serious. I need you committed to her if you're going to be in her life. Not some fly by night dad who swoops in from time to time, or Christmas and holiday fun time dad. If you want to see her, you have to put in the work." Bucky nodded to you like he was a bobblehead.

"I have to tell my parents", he thought about it.

"How are they going to react?"

You remember Winnie and George from school and smiled. They were always so kind.

"Mom's going to flip. She's been wanting grandkids forever" Bucky chuckled.

"Dad won't mind. He'll probably ask me in private what is going on and want me to step up, which I have every intention of doing so."

Bucky looked deep in your eyes. You stomach fluttered, but you shot that feeling down.

"I don't want your money Bucky." You proudly stated.

Bucky smirked.

"I know but let me help you with some things. For Sophie." He insisted.

You thought about it.

"Ok."

You agreed while taking a bite of cheese. Bucky was always very generous and would not sluff off in his support nor would he take no for an answer.

"Ok? That's it?" Bucky perked up.

"We can set up a small meeting just us three, in private. Then, if that goes well, we can make a plan."

You wanted to see how Bucky would interact with Sophie first before you left him alone with her. Sure, he was her dad, but you wanted to be certain she would be safe while he watched her. He's a hockey star and gets lots of attention. You don't want your daughter being photographed and her image all over the place.

"Does Sam know?" you asked.

"He figured it out when she walked into the office, and I almost passed out." He lightly chuckled.

"He knows about you, and our past. I had to tell him everything when he took me on as a client, so I hope that was ok." Bucky added.

"That's fine. I trust Sam and I only met him yesterday."

Unlike Pierce who made you shudder.

"Yeah, he has that way about him. He's excited about the fundraiser." Bucky added.

"I'm sure he is. It's going to be a good time." You assured him.

"When can I see Sophie?" asked Bucky.

You thought about it and looked at your phone. She was off school in a few hours.

"Tonight then?" you asked.

Bucky smiled and nodded. He was relieved and excited, there was no way he was going to miss this.

"There isn't anyone I'm seeing."

He blurted out. You looked at him funny.

"I-I just wanted to put that out there."

You nodded.

"Ok..."

You had no idea why he would word vomit that out since this is the most contact you've had with the father of your child in eight years.

"I-I mean...like there isn't anyone I'm seeing that I would need to introduce Sophie to. I'm single." He clarified.

Oh, right. Makes sense.

"Thanks for telling me."

"So, what about you?" he asked.

Your face flushed. You thought about some of your recent first dates and how awful they were.

"No, no one is in the picture."

Bucky nodded and looked down at the table and smiled to himself. He was relieved there wasn't anyone you had that would be in Sophie's life as a father figure.

"This is a nice place."

You looked around, wanting to change the subject.

"Thanks." He winked at you.

"Wait, you own this?"

Bucky smirked a little.

"Co-own with Steve. I have a few other businesses I've invested in over the years, but this is my favourite" he shrugged.

"Well, it's nice. I'll have to bring Nat by for lunch sometime."

"You should."

"Ok, so I'll text you my address and you can come by and meet Sophie?" you asked.

"Absolutely. I'll be there." he assured.

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It was after supper when you heard the knock at your door. Your stomach flipped and you composted yourself. You told Sophie someone was coming by to visit you both tonight and she was a little curious.

She hated surprises since she always wants to know what is going on at all times. She's nosy like that.

You made your way to the door, peeked through the peephole, and smiled to yourself. You saw Bucky adjust his jacket a few times and he was clutching a brown teddy bear in his white knuckled hands, looking a little sweaty.

He's nervous. Good.

You opened the door and smiled.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Bucky smiled.

"Come in."

You gestured him in. Sophie was sitting watching TV.

"She's in the living room, follow me."

You waved for Bucky to follow you as you walked down the hall.

"Soph?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"There's someone here to see you."

You walked into the living room. She looked away from the TV and stood. Bucky stood behind you, clutching the bear in his hands.

You stepped to the side to allow Bucky to see Sophie. Sophie eyed up the bear, then looked up at Bucky and smiled.

"Hello." Bucky froze.

Oh boy.

"Sophie, honey."

You ushered them both towards the couch.

"Sophie, this is your dad."

You quietly said.

Sophie looked at you, then at Bucky and her brows furrowed in thought.

"Dad?"

She looked at Bucky again and he nodded.

She looked at you and you smiled, then nodded too.

"Really? My Dad?"

She asked, and you nodded again.

"Hi Sophie." He smiled, handing her the bear.

She took it and hugged the bear, but she leaned in and hugged Bucky, catching him slightly off guard.

"Oof." He said while he held her.

"Dad!" She was excited.

You watched their interaction closely.

"You're back from working?" she asked.

Bucky looked up at you, then back at her.

"For now, sweetheart."

He let go of her and gently tucked a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. Sophie looked at you and beamed a megawatt smile.

"Dad's here, with me!" She was excited.

She grabbed her bear and snuggled into Bucky's side. Bucky wiped a small tear from his eye, and you did the same thing. For once, a sense of peace and calm washed over you. It felt right having Bucky hold Sophie in his arms, in your house.

"Can I show you, my room?" she bolted upright, making Bucky flinch.

You had to hide a laugh.

"Ok." he smiled.

She ushered him to her room and proceeded to show him all her things. From stuffies, to photos, to some of her clothes, she was giving him the grand tour and he was loving it.

"Mom said I have to wait until I'm 12 to get my ears pierced."

Sophie grumbled, and you could have sworn Bucky scowled at you, but you shrugged.

"There's plenty of time for that stuff later Soph." You huffed out.

You could see Bucky cave a little.

Pushover.

You watched the moment Sophie wrapped him around her little finger in a blink of an eye making you chuckle a little.

"Come on dad, I wanna show you my DVD collection."

Sophie dragged Bucky back to the living room and showed Bucky all her Disney and princess movies. Bucky asked her lots of questions and then ended up playing on the floor of the living room together while you watched.

As the night went on, Bucky seemed less nervous and was in his element playing and colouring with Sophie. Sophie made him a drawing that he tucked into his pocket, and he drew her some animals she happily hung on the fridge next to her drawings. So far, things were going well. She was adjusting to her dad being there and she didn't seem to skip a beat, so you were relieved.

Sophie was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, so you started your bedtime routine with her. Bucky observed from his spot on the couch while you went to get her into her pyjamas and cleaned up for bed.

"Dad?" Sophie called.

Bucky smiled, still getting used to being called that. Bucky walked down the hall and stood at the doorway to her room.

"Can you tuck me in?" she asked.

You stepped aside and watched Bucky inch his way to the bed. He looked a little tentative and unsure.

"Of course," he knelt and pushed some of her hair from her face.

She smiled and patted his hand while he did that. He looked up at you and you smiled, then sat at the foot of the bed. Even though this was the first time Bucky had met Sophie, it felt like you were a proper family, and that scared you a little.

"When will I see you again Dad? Are you staying over? Do you have to work? Are you leaving again?"

She had so many questions, but she was exhausted, clutching the bear Bucky had brought tightly in her arms.

Bucky smiled down at her.

"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart. I won't be here tomorrow when you wake up, but you can count on me being here for you whenever you need me." He whispered.

Sophie smiled wide before she yawned and closed her eyes. You got up from the bed and Bucky stood while you straightened the bedding and kissed her on the forehead. You left her nightlight on and shut her door.

You both stood in the hallway and stared at one another.

"So, I should go then." Bucky pointed over his shoulder.

"I'll walk you to the door." You motioned for him to follow you.

"It went well, right?' asked Bucky.

"I think so." You smiled.

Bucky stood at your door and nodded to himself.

"Let's work on a schedule so you can visit. I'll send you a calendar tomorrow from work and we'll go from there?" you asked.

Bucky smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that very much. For what it's worth, you've done an amazing job at raising her yourself." Bucky added.

You had to blink back some tears. It meant a lot for someone to say that to you, and for Bucky to say that meant a lot. Maybe this could work? Co-parenting?

"Thanks." You smiled.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Bucky whispered.

"Goodnight Bucky."

He turned and opened the door, but he stopped and turned to face you.

"I forgive you; you know."

You looked at him funny.

"I saw you reached out and did what you could, but I understand." He added.

"Thanks." You quietly said.

You were praying you could hold back the tears until he left.

"I look forward to your email Y/n." Bucky smiled then turned to leave.

"Night."

You waved after him as he left. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at you, then left.

You closed the door and let out a sigh. That went well, better than expected. The joy and happiness Sophie had on her face all night was worth all the anguish and nervousness you had over the last 24 hours. You just hoped things would stay like this.

Bucky had gotten back to his condo and immediately called Steve.

"You meet her then?" he asked, and Bucky nodded, knowing his friend couldn't see him.

"Yeah, I did Steve. She's perfect."

Bucky gushed about Sophie and Steve listened to every word.

"How was Y/n?" Steve asked.

Bucky thought about his interactions with you. Sure, it was wrong of him to ambush you with Sam and the event, but this was the best surprise he could have ever asked for. Although it took him a little bit for the information to sink in, he was a dad, he couldn't have been happier.

"She was fine Steve. We talked and we're setting up a schedule where I can see Sophie on a regular basis." Bucky smiled.

"Good. I'm happy for you guys."

"Thanks."

"Did you tell Peggy?" Bucky asked.

"You know I tell her everything Buck." Steve chuckled.

"What does she think?" asked Bucky.

He always appreciated Peggy's blunt advice; she was usually right.

"She's happy for you but cautions you to take things slow. Building a relationship with your daughter is one thing but winning over the trust of Y/n is another, regardless of your history. She says to go slow and to listen to what she has to say. As much as you want to slip back into what you had before, times are different now. You're both grown adults with a daughter. Take things slow and at Y/n's pace." Steve cautioned.

"I know, I know." Bucky rolled his eyes and smiled to himself.

"Y/n's still beautiful Steve." Bucky whispered.

Steve smiled into the phone. He always liked you and when he found out what Bucky had done to you, he was furious with his best friend.

"Just take things one day at a time Buck. Send me a photo next time of you and Sophie" Steve asked, and Bucky smiled.

"Will do man."

"Night Steve."

"Night Buck".

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Avoidance - Part 1

Bucky A/U - Hockey player Bucky

Part 1/4

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here - posted May 24

Summary: You've been avoiding your ex Bucky Barnes, assistant Captain of the Brooklyn Blades at all of the events you plan and run for the team. Except for this one.

Content warnings: Language, Bucky being an idiot/jerk, feelings, mild angst.

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"Hey, can you make sure there's more of those mini quiches and shrimp puffs to go out?" The server nodded at you and left to head to the kitchen.

"For some reason we're going through appetizers like crazy" you muttered while scrolling through your iPad.

"You copy that Nat?" you asked in your earpiece.

"Loud and clear. The guests are something else tonight" she chuckled.

"Yeah, this gala is a little rowdier than the last one, but I'm not complaining. Good thing I doubled up on the appetizers" you told yourself while deleting some emails.

"Where are you anyway?" you asked Nat.

"Front entrance, to the left by the coat check"

"Be right there".

You took off to the front of the gallery.

You had started your event planning business with your friend Nat when you both graduated from college. Your first few events were disasters, but luckily, you both stuck with it and powered through the first year, gathering contracts for some of the more prominent businesses in the city. Your best contract was where you found yourself tonight.

The professional hockey team the Brooklyn Blades had signed your company on to be their exclusive party and event planner for all their needs during the busy hockey season. They held a lot of fundraising dinners, meet and greets, outdoor skating events, and anything in-between throughout the season and you and Nat planned it all.

You looked over the guest list again, looking at all the important names and celebrities listed. You smiled to yourself seeing as how Nat mentioned earlier you may get some new business from them. You were proud of yourself while you scanned the guest list for the evening.

Your face went to a scowl as soon as you saw that name. It had taken every ounce of careful planning to avoid him at the events the team had.

You avoided him like he was a disease.

James 'Bucky' Barnes, starting assistant captain on the Blades and overall jerk ass.

He was your ex-boyfriend. It was hard to see your future without Bucky by your side but then, those hopes and plans you both made were instantly ruined with his actions and what happened the night of his draft.

You quickly shook those thoughts away while you approached Nat.

"Everyone make it then?" you peeked over Nat's shoulder at her list on her iPad.

"Looks like it" she smiled and closed her list.

"He's here tonight".

Nat looked up at you.

"I know. Scott tells me where he is, so I can avoid him" you huffed out.

Nat rolled her eyes.

"I don't know why you don't walk up to him and slap his face. I know I would" she grumbled.

"How would that look if I did that? We'd be ruined and not to mention the shit storm of a media field day that would cause from all the photographers here" you whispered.

"I know, but still. If you ever want me to, just say the word and bam, slap to his face."

You chuckled.

"Thanks Nat" you patted her arm.

She was always so protective of you when you were in college, even more so now.

"Food and drinks good?" She looked at you.

"Flowing and being served as we speak".

You pointed to a group of servers wandering the gallery with full trays of food and drink. Nat tended to handle the logistics, set up, guest lists, and security of the events and you focused on the food and beverages being served and the decor.

The Brooklyn Blades were hosting their annual charity gala, and this was their main fundraiser for the season for all their youth and community programs they offer. The guest list was extensive, from local celebrities to the whole hockey team, throw in some other athletes from the local football and baseball teams, it was a star-studded event.

"He's close to the coat check". Scott's voice came in clear to your earpiece.

"And that's my cue to leave".

You saluted Nat and scurried back to the kitchen prep area that was your safe space.

"Thanks Scott!"

"No problem boss lady!"

You chuckled.

Scott was one of your assistants you relied on for the Blades events as his main job was to tell you where Bucky was at all times so you could avoid him. You had avoided him at all the Blades events, so you were used to it by now. You didn't even want to set your eyes on him let alone meet him face to face in person.

You checked in with the kitchen and they were doing well, returning to your small portable work area you set up earlier to go over some emails. The speeches went well, and the silent auction was in full swing, band was rocking, so you hung back and relaxed a little since the night was more than half over.

You looked down at your poor feet and pouted a little. You only ever wore heels at your events. Any other time you would wear your flats, but you always wanted to project a polished image when you were working. Something you and Nat decided you would adopt when you started the business but curse every time you do. Luckily the pedicure appointment you had the following morning would help.

You went over some notes and scowled every so often. You could hear your earpiece frizzle and beep whenever someone tried to speak so you decided to check in with Scott.

"Scott?" but there was no answer.

You looked down and there was still plenty of battery life to your set.

"Nat?"

You fiddled with the cord and turned the main box on and off, but it still felt like you were disconnected to your team.

"Damn thing."

You managed to restart it and made a note to get a new earpiece when you heard footsteps coming down the hall.

You looked up and froze. It was like time stood still and you were the only one moving.

It was Bucky. Bucky Barnes was standing in front of you, and by the look of shock on his face, he felt the same way.

"Doll?" he whispered.

That one word seemed to both snap you out of it and make your stomach flip. You blinked a few times then looked at him.

"Barnes is heading towards you, he's by the kitchen!" Scott's frantic voice in your ear interrupted your stare.

"Thanks" you deadpanned.

"Bucky".

You gave him a nod. He had a ridiculous Barbie hanging off his arm who was frowning at her still full champagne glass.

"I don't like this glass" she pouted, oblivious to the tension she was surrounded by.

"Get me another?" She shoved the full glass at you, thinking you were a server.

You raised your eyebrows up at her, but reached out and took her drink.

"Can someone get Barnes' date a fresh champagne?" you said into your earpiece.

"She's not my date" he blurted out.

"Can someone get Barnes' party hookup a fresh glass of champagne?" you repeated.

Nat snorted into the earpiece, and you heard a yes from someone else.

The Barbie huffed out and scowled at Bucky.

"Leave" he said, not taking his eyes off you.

"But my champagne..." she pouted and stomped her heeled foot like a child.

"Here". You pointed to a server who brought her a fresh glass.

She smiled at it and took off down the hall leaving you and Bucky. Typical.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Bucky asked.

"Working".

You turned to leave but he stopped you by reaching out to grab your shoulder.

"She wasn't my hookup. I was helping her find her friend".

"Down a darkened hall?"

Bucky winced.

"It's not like that".

"It never is with you".

You rolled your eyes at him. He stood there staring at you, not moving from his spot, eyes roaming your face, then body like he was trying to commit you to his memory.

"Yes? Do you need anything else?"

"I-I haven't seen you in..."

"Eight years".

You interrupted him.

"I'm fine. I need to get back to work".

"Wait! Doll, I..."

"Don't doll me".

You glared at him.

He held his hands up in surrender.

"I-I mean, I can't believe you're standing in front of me. Y/n, can-can we talk? Please?" he asked, his eyes searching you all over making you feel uncomfortable.

Now he wants to talk? Yeah, no. Your blood started boiling. There was a time back in the day where you would have caved, but not now.

"No".

You shook your head then looked down.

"Please excuse me".

You prayed you could keep it together long enough so he wouldn't see tears, while you left him standing in the hallway with his mouth open in shock.

You needed to escape before you were going to fall apart. No one needs to see that. You high-tailed it out of the gallery and into the back alley for some fresh air when you found a small dark alcove to lean into and hide. Even after eight years, you were still crushed, those feelings still so raw in you.

Tears started to form in your eyes while you took in deep breaths to calm yourself. Seeing Bucky and hearing him speak brought back all the memories, good and bad, and your senses were overflowing. You rubbed the bridge of your nose with your fingers and exhaled.

Damn him.

You thought back to the last time you were with him when things were normal between the two of you. When you thought you had a future with him...

Flashback

"I'm so proud of you" you hugged Bucky after the festivities of the day.

Bucky was drafted in the first round by the Brooklyn Blades. His friend Steve Rogers was drafted a little higher than Bucky, but he didn't care. He was going to be on the same team as his best friend, the team he grew up idolizing, and his plans were all coming together.

"Thanks doll". He kissed you and held you close.

You were back at your hotel room waiting to head to the draft party the team was having. It was going to be a small introduction with the new players, their friends, and families to cap off an exciting day.

"I just want to get ready, freshen up a bit" you smiled.

"Of course. I have a meeting with my agent anyways. He said it won't be long so come down to the lobby when you're done". Bucky smiled brightly.

Your stomach tensed at the mention of his agent. You didn't like him, but Bucky swore he was going to be good for his career.

"Sounds good, see you soon!" You politely smiled at him before you shut the door to the bathroom.

You heard Bucky leave for his meeting with his agent. You were so excited to start school close to Bucky and the life you had planned together.

You were so happy for Bucky and so happy to start your new life with him, you hurried up and got yourself ready for the party. The only thing was you had to leave first thing in the morning to get back to help your mom move. Since your dad passed away a few years ago, your mom had wanted to sell the big house you grew up in and move to a smaller one to downsize. You promised to help her move but with the draft being on the same weekend she was moving; you already missed a day of helping her and you felt bad. Being an only child sucked. Bucky assured you he was fine with you leaving because he knows how close you are to your mom and besides, he was leaving in a few days anyways, so you would reunite when he was back.

Bucky met with his agent Alexander Pierce in the lobby of the hotel. His agent had a few things to go over before he left for the night.

"Congratulations again James." Alexander shook Bucky's hand while they sat down.

They talked about what their plans were going to be for the next few months. The housing Bucky was going to get, his move, and training schedule. His agent also got him some sponsorship deals with photo shoots and interviews, so Bucky was looking over the schedule. It seemed overwhelming but he was glad to have someone like Alexander Pierce helping him through this.

"That girlfriend of yours joining you then?" Alexander leaned back in his chair and observed Bucky.

"Yes sir. She'll be moving in with me." Bucky's smile on his face was wide. He was excited to start his life on the team he grew up watching and the girl of his dreams by his side.

"Seems like it'll be a big move for you. You ready to take that all on? New city, new job, new home, new relationship?"

"Yes sir." Bucky smiled.

Alexander nodded then looked over Bucky's shoulder.

"Brock!" Alexander called over to his other client. Brock Rumlow was a few years older than Bucky and was part of the Jersey Hydra team. He was around helping some of their new drafts get accustomed to the league. Bucky didn't really like Brock, he respected him as an athlete, but he always thought there was something about him in his interviews that wasn't quite right.

Brock walked over and smirked at Bucky then nodded at Pierce.

"Barnes."

"Well, I should head out then. You two have some things to talk about, I'm sure. Talk to you later" Alexander got up from his chair and left the lobby.

Brock smirked at Bucky then another Hydra player joined him.

"Sitwell" Brock nodded, and the smarmy guy gave him a nod.

There were some other players milling around him, but Bucky didn't pay too much attention to them.

Bucky discreetly looked at his watch to see when you would be there to rescue him.

"Look over there" Brock pointed to a group of women dressed in their skimpy dresses.

Brock was licking his lips like they were spread out on a platter just for him. Sitwell smirked and joined along. Bucky looked over and politely nodded then looked back at Brock.

"They are some fine-looking bitches" Brock whispered.

Bucky bristled at that term and Sitwell chuckled along.

"You want one for yourself Barnes? Have a little fun with for the weekend?" Brock nudged his chin at the group of women who have now spotted them in the lobby.

"No, thanks. I have a girlfriend." Bucky politely said.

Brock scoffed.

"And I have a wife, your point being?"

Bucky furrowed his brows in thought.

"Even if you have someone, it's ok to have a side piece. As athletes, it's almost expected." Brock shrugged.

"All the guys do. You don't want to be tied down to someone while you're starting your career. She could get in your head and mess it up. Wouldn't want to be a disappointment rookie." Sitwell added.

"I think I'll be fine." Bucky said.

"I saw that girl of yours Barnes. Seems pretty homely looking." Brock added.

Bucky tensed. He wanted to punch Brock in the face so bad, but team executives and media were all around and that wouldn't look good for his image. He was getting annoyed.

"You could do so much better." Sitwell added.

"Women love hockey players, and they'll love you Barnes."

Brock waved the women over and they happily obliged. One of them sat down directly on Bucky's lap.

"Hey there gorgeous." she whispered in his ear.

Brock and Sitwell smirked as the women hung off them, giggling and laughing while the men paid them some attention.

"See Barnes? All I had to do was wave and they come." Brock smirked.

"When you start playing, I'll hook you up with numbers in all your away cities. I'll even give them guy names, so your girlfriend won't suspect. The group chat gets a little wild too. Always guys from other teams on there looking for hookups and there's always plenty of takers." Sitwell added.

"You need some company?" The eager red head asked.

"He sure does". Brock answered and winked at the two of them.

The red head rubbed her hand up and down Bucky's chest.

"You going to be here tomorrow then? At the party?" she asked.

"Yes, I'll be here."

"Good, I'm looking forward to seeing you." She had her hands around Bucky's neck.

She then moved her hand on Bucky's chest, a little lower to his abs.

"Barnes here is going to come out with us to the club after the dinner." Bucky looked up at Brock.

"Well, I'll be sure to find you then."

The red head leaned down and planted a kiss on Bucky's lips.

"Barnes told me he's going to be all alone and is looking for some company tomorrow." Brock shrugged.

Just as Bucky managed to pull away from the handsy red head and gag to himself, he heard a gasp in front of him.

No, no, no, no!

He turned his head and saw you standing behind one of the large potted planters.

"Y/n?" he stared, frozen in his seat with the handsy red head on his lap.

Your hand flung to your mouth then you ran off. You had seen and heard plenty. Not once did Bucky stop the red head or stand up for you or your relationship, going along with whatever that goon Brock said like a mindless idiot. You ran back to your room.

"Wait, Y/n!"

Bucky tried getting up, but the red head sat firm on his lap. A few camera flashes went off, but Bucky was trapped. He couldn't shove her to the ground. He felt helpless and frantic. He had to get to you.

"Look, the cameras, everyone say Draft Day!" Brock pointed to the group of media.

Flashes and camera clicking was all Bucky heard, then he felt the blood rush from his face and wondered what you had seen and heard. Surely you didn't believe what Brock said. The red head finally stood, but she kept a firm grasp on Bucky. Brock, Sitwell, and the red head leaned in for some photos while she clutched Bucky's waist in her grasp and hung off him for dear life.

"I have to go."

Bucky finally freed himself and took a few steps only to be surrounded by two more interviewers and a camera crew.

"Dammit!" Bucky cursed.

He saw you disappear in the elevator, but he was stuck answering question after question.

By the time Bucky got to your room, he noticed it was empty of your things. You had packed and left, no note, text, call, or email. Bucky desperately dialed your number and texted you at the same time, but it all went to voicemail.

Shit!

He left message after message, but they weren't being returned or read.

This is so bad.

Bucky flung his phone on the bed and sat at the end of it, running his hands through his hair while he let a few tears fall. How could he have been so stupid? Bucky was only being polite in the company of the other players. Media was all around him; he couldn't be mean to Brock or people would talk.

Just thinking about that red head made his insides quiver to cement. The thought of cheating on you made bile rise in his mouth.

His phone lit up with a message and Bucky flung himself on the bed, looking at the screen. He frowned when he saw it was his agent who texted him to say he set up another interview the following day. How many interviews do I need to give?

He texted Steve but he was busy with his own interviews and family dinner, but Steve assured him he would help Bucky find you, or at the very least, see if you were ok once he was done.

You left the city altogether and headed to the airport, luggage in tow and tears flowing. You were hurt, embarrassed, mad, angry, and you felt silly. Of course, women would throw themselves at Bucky.

Being a young and talented player who was handsome garnered extra attention from a lot of people, women especially. You thought your relationship was strong, but now you felt silly. Were all the newly drafted guys going to do this to their girlfriends? Your phone was blowing up like crazy from Bucky, but it was too late.

The only one you texted was Nat. You told her you were changing your ticket to come home that night and she replied saying she would pick you up, no problem. You also texted your mom to tell her and of course she had questions, but you assured her you would tell her everything when you got home in a few hours, then you shut your phone off and got out of the cab and headed into the airport to go home. Alone. While your ex-boyfriend entertained himself and his new life.

Not only did you not speak to him ever again after that night, but you also saw photo after photo on the internet at one of the after parties where that sleazy red head was draped all over Bucky. They looked like they were a couple while you saw Brock Rumlow and Bucky's shady agent Alexander Pierce in the background, observing.

You sent one single solitary text to Bucky ending it, but Bucky never gave up.

Bucky had returned and immediately went to your mom's new house to try to speak to you, claiming the photos were all a set up, he had been manipulated, and he was sorry. She told him you had left with Nat to scope out apartments near the college and wouldn't be back for a few days. Between Bucky's new schedule and you moving and starting college, you never saw him again.

End of Flashback

You breathed heavy, clenching and unclenching your fists at your side, calming your heart rate. You had spent so much time avoiding Bucky it felt like all your planning was flung out the window. Seeing him up close with his eyes on you brought back all the hurt and pain, but it also brought in memories. Good memories of laughing, having fun, going on dates, and spending time with Bucky. You cursed your brain for flooding those memories in front of you.

"You, ok?" Nat came to you and rubbed your back, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I am, thank you".

You composed yourself and let out a deep breath.

"Want me to rough Scott up a little?" she asked.

You chuckled.

"No. It's not his fault. But I do want to get a new earpiece".

You scowled at the cord that hung from your ear.

"Come on then". Nat smiled and walked you back into the gallery.

You kept to the back by the kitchen. Nat stationed some extra security by the hallway and were advised to not let anyone by unless they were her or a server, not even Scott was allowed. Nat had said Bucky parked himself by the hallway in the hopes he would see you, but you stayed away.

You didn't want anything to do with him.

Was it childish? Maybe.

Did you care? Nope.

You just didn't want to deal with any drama while you were working. You didn't want the Blades thinking you were unprofessional bringing unwanted drama with one of their star players to their important event.

The crowd started to disperse, and the servers were relaxing in the hall when you saw Nat and Scott walk up to you.

"Another success?" Scott asked.

You looked at Nat and she looked at you. You shrugged then both nodded and smiled.

"Here"

She grabbed three small glasses of champagne, handed them out, and you toasted to another successful event.

"Cheers!"

The glasses clinked and you all took a sip. You could see two large shadows lurking at the entrance to the hall. It was Bucky and Steve Rogers, the captain of the Blades and Bucky's best friend. You rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen while Nat and Scott dealt with them.

You helped the kitchen staff tidy up, wrapping up any food and wiping anything down when Nat returned.

"Come on, it's late, you should head home".

Nat walked you to the front entrance where she had an Uber waiting for you.

"I'll be in after my appointment tomorrow. Nothing big is scheduled for the rest of the day".

You usually never scheduled meetings the morning after an event since you had no idea when the event would end and how late you would be working.

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow at the office. Try and get some sleep". Nat patted your back.

"I will. Night Nat. Say bye to Scott for me".

You walked to the Uber and waved.

You made your way home, resting your head on the window of the car thinking about your evening. You were happy things went well in terms of the event running smoothly without issue, but your stomach flipped at the memory of seeing Bucky. There's so much history between you both and it all flooded back when you laid your eyes on him.

At one point when you first got to college, you tried to reach out to him, but you were left with nothing in return. You tried his old number, but that was disconnected. You tried his social media pages, but those messages were always returned with canned responses. He probably never checks them or has a team of PR people monitoring that for him. You even tried going back home and talking to his parents, but they moved to Florida shortly after Bucky's first year. He bought them a beach condo, so you had no idea how to reach him. You got a few snotty replies from his PR team after a few more failed attempts at contacting him, even threatening legal action against you for harassment, so you stopped trying.

Going to the games? Yeah, no thanks.

The amount of Barnes jerseys in the crowd and security, you could never get through, so you just gave up and told yourself it wasn't meant to be and to get over it.

When you landed the Blades contract, it was a big thing for your company, but you knew there would be challenges for you. You were prepared in your planning to avoid him at all costs, you just never prepared yourself for the feelings that bubbled up WHEN you would run into him.

You started your life in the city with Nat, and never looked back. You secretly followed his career when you landed the contract, his goals, assists, photo shoots, sponsorship deals, and of course his dates.

You scowled thinking of the beautiful women he was always surrounded by. It made you feel like you were some small-town country bumpkin compared to the models and actresses he was usually seen with. In a way, you were glad you broke up. You weren't sure if you would be good to deal with the pressure of being with a professional athlete who garnered a lot of attention, good and bad.

You shook your head. God, why did he have to be still so damn handsome after all this time?

You scowled to yourself when the driver pulled up to your house. You made your way to your door, unlocking it ever so quietly before you saw your mom sitting on your couch.

"Hey". You smiled at her.

She looked up from her knitting and smiled back.

"Hey dear".

"You didn't have to wait up".

You flopped down on the couch next to her and let out a sigh.

"Everything go ok at the event?" she asked.

"Mmm" you nodded.

You didn't feel like telling her about your encounter with Bucky.

Not yet anyways.

"Well, I'm going to head to bed then. Busy day of driving tomorrow. I'm glad I got to see you this weekend".

She leaned over and kissed your cheek.

"It was nice seeing you too. I felt bad I had to work for most of it". You pouted.

"Well, I'm sure I'll see more of you soon". She smiled.

"Night mom".

"Night sweetie." She left your living room and went to your second bedroom.

You sat alone with your thoughts for a few more minutes when you finally found the energy to get yourself to your bedroom. You padded down the hall and walked in, careful not to make too much noise.

You managed to change out of your dress and got into some comfy jammies, washed your face, and slid into bed to relax. You sighed and turned to your side.

"Mom?"

"Shh, go to bed Sophie".

You pulled the duvet up close to you and drifted off.

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Bikinis and Sunshine

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 875

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Part 4 of Fat and Beautiful

The morning after your date, you woke up in Dean’s arms for the first time in two weeks. That day, you were moved back into the room that you had shared with him. While he understood that things weren’t perfect, just having you back in his arms at night meant the world to him.

You continued to work with Sam, enjoying the feeling it gave you. Dean agreed that you should keep it up as long as it made you happy. When out on a case, you did simple things around the motel room.

A month after your date, a case took you mere minutes from the beach. Dean’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. You, on the other hand, felt like you’d throw up. It wasn’t like your insecurities would go away overnight, things took time. And it wasn’t like wearing a bathing suit was something that you did often. In fact, you never really needed to.

Your second morning there, Dean surprised you. “Looks like this morning is going to be spent on the beach, baby.” He beamed.

“Dean…” You sighed. “If you want to go check out the hot chicks, go right ahead.”

He pouted. “I bought you a bathing suit.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Was hoping to work on the case, show off my girlfriend.” Dean held up a small bag and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Please?”

You grabbed the bag from him. “Sam learned those puppy eyes from you, Dean Winchester.” You teased, making him grin. “Dork.” You smiled, kissing him softly. “I’ll be out shortly…” With a small sigh, you went into the bathroom to change. Talk about moving out of your comfort zone.

Ten minutes later, and you came out. “Really? A bikini?!” You snapped, motioning to your body. He’d bought you a teal bikini. The bottoms were high waisted, and the top reminded you of a bra. “I’m not going outside like this.” Your hands were on yours hips as you shook your head.

“You look fucking hot.” He grinned. “I’m serious.” Dean walked over to you and put his arms around you. “This really shows you off, sweetheart.”

“Dean, I don’t feel comfortable enough to wear this.” You told him sadly.

He kissed you softly. “You are brave, you’re strong, you’re beautiful, and I love you.” Dean assured you. “If you want to change, I won’t stop you, but I think you should give it a shot.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “If I want to come back and change, I will.”

“Deal, I’ll even come with you back to the motel.” Kissing you again, he moved to grab the bag with the towels and such in it.

It took a bit, but you finally managed to calm your nerves. You were lounging on a towel, getting a bit of sun. Dean had been nice enough to rub your sunscreen all over your back before heading off to get the two of you some drinks, leaving you alone for the time being. Sam was enjoying the ocean at the moment, so you looked forward to him gushing about it later. Chances were, he’d say they should hit the ocean up more often, and it would be a dream for ages before it happened again.

Hearing a group of guys, you tensed up ever so slightly, worried about their reactions to you. Their voices were getting louder, and you calmed your breathing, focusing on the fact that Dean would be back at any moment.

“Oh, my God.” One started to laugh. “Look at that fatass.” Your stomach dropped. Were they talking about you?

Another joined in. “Might want to call animal control. Looks like there’s a beached whale.” The group laughed, making you tear up. You could tell they were younger by their voices.

“Doesn’t she know fat chicks aren’t supposed to wear things like that? No one wants to see that.”

You were about to get up and walk away when you heard Dean’s voice. “You’re talking about her, right?”

“Yeah, man.” You could hear the grin in the guy’s voice. “Only fatty I see around here.”

“Wanna know what I see?” You assumed that at least one of them nodded, as he went on. “I see my fucking girlfriend.” He ground out.

“Wait, what?! You’re like…way too good for that!”

Dean set the drinks down next to you before getting in the guy’s face. You rolled just enough to watch. From your angle, you saw the tick in his jaw that told you just how angry he was. “You heard me.” His voice was low, his eyes locked on the other guy’s. “You look at her and all you see is some fat chick, right?” The guy shrugged. “Sure, my girl’s a bit bigger. I fuckin’ love it. She’s beautiful, smart, and more woman than you could ever handle.” You blushed at the look on his face. “So, before you go around running your mouth, learn a thing or two about women.”

As Dean turned to you, he gave you that smirk that told you he was all riled up now. You couldn’t help but grin back at him, enjoying how he didn’t let them get away with that.

#dean x plus size!reader

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How y’all THINK fanfic authors react when you send multiple comments on different fics: Ugh, another comment from them? Wow, I don’t appreciate how they enjoy what I write. :(

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Sing to Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 863

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Part 5 of When Did We Get a Kid?

You were currently laying on the living room floor, tired. Sam was currently putting Connor to bed, Dean was sitting on the couch with Wendy, and chatting about some movie they had seen. Your eyes were closed, so it probably looked like you were sleeping. Sam came in and smirked. For a giant, he was was light on his feet. He moved so that he was standing over you and grinned at Dean who rolled his eyes. You jumped and screamed when his fingers went after your ribs. He sat on you, pinning you in place as he tickled you. “Stop!” You laughed, trying to squirm out from under him. “Damn it, Sammy!” You tried pushing him off of you. “You’re gonna wake up the kid!”

“Fine.” He laughed, getting up.

“My ribs hurt now, you jerk.” You sighed, catching your breath.

Wendy looked between the two of you. “Are you sure that you’re not a thing?” She asked.

Sitting up, you shook your head at her. “Nope.” You looked at the clock. It was only seven. You hung your head, already beat from the day. “You three have fun. I’m hoping in the shower and then reading until I pass out. I have a feeling that Connor will be waking me up early.”

“Why you?” Sam asked, helping you up.

“Seriously? He barely left my side all day. You weren’t the one he asked to play with him at the park. You weren’t the one who he asked to refill his milk at dinner.” It was like the kid was glued to you. With that, you said your goodnight’s and headed to the bathroom.

Sam sat in one of the chairs and got comfortable. “So, you guys want to watch a movie? Go out to a bar or something?” He offered, knowing that there was a bar with a pool table that Dean would like.

Dean shrugged. “You think that you should take off to a bar with Y/N in the shower, and Connor sleeping?”

“Her showers are quick, Dean.”

Wendy smiled. “Come on, let’s get a couple drinks.” She stood up and motioned for the boys to follow.

Sam got up and walked over to the bathroom door, knocking. Cracking it so you could hear, he closed his eyes. “Taking Dean and Wendy out to the bar down the street. I won’t be out late.”

You peeked around the shower curtain at him. “You still sharing my room?” You asked.

“Yeah, unless Connor joins you.” He laughed. “Alright, night!” He shut the door and joined Dean and Wendy outside the apartment.

Knowing that you were now the only adult in the house, you hurried your shower along and got out. After drying off, you stole one of Sam’s shirts and grabbed a pair of your boxers for bed. You’d been reading for ten minutes when you heard little feet. Looking up, you smiled when Connor peeked in. “What’s up, hun?”

“Can you sing me a song?”

You slipped out of bed and picked him up. Carrying him back to Sam’s room, you tucked him in and smiled. “What would you like me to sing?”

He thought for a moment. “ABCs. And can you lay down with me? Sometimes my mommy does that.”

“I think I can do that.” Now you understood why he crawled onto the couch with you, and not in bed with Sammy. He moved over to give you room, so you laid on your side and watched him close his eyes. You sang softly, running your fingers through his hair. You covered your mouth, yawning, as he started to drift off. You could tell he was asleep by his breathing, but you decided to stay with him a few minutes longer.

You tip-toed out of Sam’s room and into your own. Knowing you probably didn’t have a lot of time, you shut off your light and crawled into bed. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Sam, Dean, and Wendy stumbled into the apartment around midnight, laughing. Not even caring, Sam pulled off his shirt as he walked down the hall. Followed by his shoes.

“Dude, that’s Y/N’s bedroom.” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, I’m crashing in there while we have Connor.” He shrugged, tripping as he tried to get out of his jeans. Dean raised an eyebrow, but really didn’t care enough to push it. Sam crawled into bed next to you and pulled you to him by your waist. Your back was to his chest, so he buried his face into your hair.

The next morning, you were confused. Blinking, you realized that you were laying on Sam’s chest, and his arm was around you. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Connor sleeping between your legs and Sam’s. If you moved, it would wake both of them up. However, you didn’t want Sam waking up to find you so close to him. Groaning, you laid your head back down and closed your eyes.

Only, Sam hadn’t been asleep. He’d thought the same thing you had. A small smile played on his lips as he felt your breathing even out once more.

#sam x reader

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We Beat It

Pairing: Charlie x Winchester!Reader Word count: 2,431

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“Hey, babe?” You called out, leaning your head out of the bathroom door. Sighing, you licked your lips, calling out again. “CHARLIE!”

Seeing her sleepy face round the corner made you chuckle. Her red hair was a mess, making her that much more beautiful to you. “What, what?” She muttered.

“I forgot a towel…” You said bashfully. “I didn’t want to risk seeing my brothers seeing my naked.” You added, a light pink tint to your cheeks.

She chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re hot. And bendy.” She teased, shuffling over and pecking your lips. “I’ll be right back. And you’re showering with me.” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I was not ready for that wake up call. If you’re going to be yelling me name, I better be the reason why.” She winked.

“I’ll be here.” You winked back, watching her walk away before shutting the door and chuckling to yourself.

Sitting at breakfast, you furrowed your brows for a second, then paled. “What?” Sam asked, cocking his head to the side. “You okay?”

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You panicked, pulling out your phone, and checking your messages.

“What?!” He asked, more concerned now.

You looked at him, scared. “I’m doing to die soon.” You breathed.

Sam blinked, confused. “Wait, what? No, you’re not.” He shook his head.

Tearing up, you nodded. “In my family, the first born daughter dies the night before her twenty fifth birthday.” You told him. “I turn twenty five in three and a half weeks.”

“I’m so lost.” He told you. You were half siblings, and he hadn’t met you until you were a teenager. Even knowing you all these years, this was news to him. “What about your mom?”

“My mom was the second born daughter.” You told him sadly. When you heard Charlie walk in, you hurriedly wiped your cheeks.

Sam wasn’t letting up, however. “Why haven’t you ever mentioned it before?” He asked, earning an odd look from your girlfriend.

You shrugged, looking down at your coffee. “I didn’t want to believe it. Part of me always knew that it was true, but being the stubborn woman I am…” You sighed, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m lost…” Charlie muttered as she sat next to you. Seeing your face, she forgot about her breakfast. “Babe?”

Looking at her, you blinked away tears. “I’m going to die.” You breathed, tears rolling down your cheeks.

She looked at Sam, and then back at you. “No. No, you aren’t.” She shook her head. “Why would you even say that?!” Charlie sounded almost angry.

Licking your lips, you sniffed. “Our family was cursed long ago.” You began, wiping your cheeks. “Obviously not the Winchester side.” You pointed out. “In every family, the first born daughter dies the night before her twenty fifth birthday.” Shaking your head, you felt more tears building. “I-I didn’t want to believe it! Even though I-I saw proof growing up…” Charlie’s anger faded, to worry, and fear. “I’m the first born daughter.” You painfully whispered, looking up at your adoring partner.

Charlie shook her head. “NO!” She protested. “Whatever this is, I won’t let it kill you!” She was angry. Partially at you for withholding this from her for almost three years, partially that she was probably going to lose you, and partially that this was looming over your family!

“Banshee.” You sighed, sniffling again.

“What?” Sam furrowed his brows.

You looked at him. “It’s a banshee.” You informed him.

His hazel eyes went from you, to Charlie, and back. “I’ll be in the library.” He said quickly, standing and taking his coffee with him. There was no way he was losing his little sister to a banshee without a fight.

Putting your face in your hands, you cried. You felt terrible. You put your family in a tough spot, and now they were angry, and in pain. It was all your fault.

Charlie had her hand on your back as she sighed. “I love you, Y/N/N. I’m not giving you up without a fight.” You looked over at her, disbelief in your eyes. “You kept your promise. You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” She said gently.

You thought back to the first time you’d met Charlie.

Skidding on your knees, you didn’t care that you were likely ruining your jeans. Although, you were slightly aware to the dirt in your boots. Pulling your knife out, you ignored the fear in your veins. There were three people alive that needed you. Three left out of seven. ��OVER HERE!” Came a voice from your right as you stood.

Your Y/H/C hair was up in a ponytail, it whipped as you quickly turned towards the voice. There, tied up was a petite redhead. As you neared, you saw the fire in her eyes. “Shhhh.” You urged her, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m going to get you out of here. I promise.” You gave her a small, yet reassuring, smile.

And you had. Not that simply, and you’d taken your share of a nasty beating…but you’d gotten her out of there. And you’d been together since. Maybe not ‘together-together’, but never far from each other. Until one day, you were hers, and she was yours. “I’m sorry.” You breathed, leaning on her shoulder.

Charlie sighed. “I won’t lie and say that I’m not upset, but what’s more important is saving you.”

Leaning forward, you kissed her lovingly. “Dude. It’s first thing in the morning.” Dean groaned. “Sam is already nose first in a book. I don’t need to see my sister making out with her girlfriend first thing, too.” He yawned, running his hand through his hair. When you pulled away, wiping your nose, he froze. “Whoa, whoa, whoa… No need to get all weepy.” He held his hands up.

“Go on. Eat with Sam, I’ll talk to Dean.” You said softly, terrified at how angry Dean would be.

Charlie slowly walked into the library, giving Sam a sad smile when he looked up. “Dean’s up.” She sighed.

“Oh, this should be fun.” Sam groaned. Things had been rough between you and Dean at first, and since things smoothed out, the eldest Winchester was protective of you.

“No.” Dean growled, his hands on his hips. “There’s no way in hell she’s our sister.” He’d learned about Adam before, he’d learned the truth, and then they’d lost him before they ever got to know him.

Sam looked over at where you slept. You were still in your clothes, and clearly had been through hell getting to them. You were scraped up, had dry blood on you, dirt all over, and in need of a brush. You hadn’t said too much before falling asleep.

You shifted in your sleep, burrowing into the pillow under your head. Dean watched his brother. “Cas!” He hissed, wanting you gone. “CAS!” He ground out, not wanting to be kept waiting.

“Yes, Dean?” He asked as he appeared. His eyes went to you, his head tilting to the side. “Oh, I see you found your sister.”

“You knew about her?!” Sam glared at the angel.

Cas looked towards the brothers. “Only recently, but yes.” He nodded.

Dean looked like he was torn between lashing out, and storming out of the motel room.

Waking up, you groaned when the curtains in your room were opened. You’d been with your brothers for a year and a half, and it was your birthday. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Dean beamed.

“Isn’t against your programming to be awake this early, let alone that happy?” You yawned as you sat up and blinked the sleep from your eyes.

“Your baby sister only turns sixteen once!” He chuckled. “Come on, enjoy the junk before Sammy gets back and goes on some speech about eating right.” He teased, motioning to the breakfast he’d unpacked on your small motel room table.

“You’re what?!” Charlie and Sam looked towards the hall, having heard Dean’s voice travel from the kitchen.

She looked over at the tall hunter. “Uh oh.” She sighed.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, major uh oh.” He agreed, finishing his coffee. “I’m not looking forward to life around here for awhile.”

“Me, either.” Charlie agreed.

“I don’t want to hear it, Dean!” You yelled over your shoulder, storming towards the library.

Dean was on your heels, angry. “You mean in all this time, you never thought to mention that you have a banshee on your ass?” He growled. “Never thought to be like ‘oh, by the way, I’ve got a wailing bitch waiting for the day before my 25th birthday’ over a beer, or oh, I don’t know ‘hunting won’t be the death of me’?”

Turning on your heel, you glared. “Because I didn’t want to believe it, Dean!” You told him. “I didn’t want to admit it was true, how hard is that to grasp?” He saw your anger mixed in with sadness, melting his anger ever so slightly. “So, excuse me, dear brother, for not rambling off what sounded completely crazy to me.”

“What do you got, Sammy?” He sighed, looking over to where Sam and Charlie were staring from.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your eyes closed, as you leaned against the wall in the house you were finishing a hunt in. It was just days before your birthday, and you could almost feel the banshee breathing down your neck.

There was a slight plan in place, but as hunters, that didn’t always work out. Hunts came up, people needed to be save, things like that. Licking your lips, you tightened your grip on your machete and collected yourself. Charlie was back at the motel, and you wanted to get back to her.

Pushing off the wall, you opened your eyes and went back into pure hunter, pushing the banshee to the back of your mind. “Let’s do this.” You breathed.

Your eyes went to the clock, and then towards the cracked motel window. It was nearly dusk. As your leg moved quickly, you licked your lips. “It’ll be okay.” Charlie rubbed your back. “The boys are right next door, and we’ve each got a weapon against this bitch.”

“Doesn’t make this less scary.” You breathed, toying with the dagger in your hand.

Charlie kissed your cheek lovingly. “I’m gonna go check in with them, and I’ll be back in just a few minutes. We both know how…stressed Dean has been.”

You nodded, knowing that she was right. It was the main reason that Sam and Dean were next door, and not in your room. If you had to watch Dean pace anymore, you were going to stab him with the damn golden dagger.

Charlie tapped her knuckles on the motel door, and it opened up seconds later. “Just came to check on Dean.” She gave Sam a small smile before peeking in.

“He’s…Dean.” Sam chuckled humorlessly, stepping aside to let her in. “I was half tempted to slip him a sleeping pill or something.” He sighed.

Her eyebrows went up. “Wow. That’s…new.” She admitted. She’d never heard of Sam threatening to basically drug Dean before. Although, that surprised her, as well. “It’s almost over.” She assured Dean, sitting next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I just wish I was over there.” He pointed out. “I’d be pacing, but Sam threatened me.” Dean shot Sam a look.

Sam opened his mouth, but was cut off by a thud from your wall, making him furrow his brow. “What the hell is that?” He muttered, knowing banshees attacked at night, and it was just dusk. There was still some daylight left.

The dagger was on the floor, all but forgotten as the screeching in your head worsened. Your hands gripped the side of your head as you just wanted it to stop. The second time your head connected with the wall, you felt the blood start to slowly roll down your face.

You were faintly aware of your door opening as you were on your knees, your eyes clenched shut. Nothing around you mattered, drowned out by the banshee’s wailing. Not that you were focused on that.

Strong arms surrounded you, holding you back from your head hitting the wall again. Struggling, your head went back, connecting with your brother’s nose. Although you couldn’t be too sure which one it was until you heard his voice. “Son of a bitch.” Dean grumbled, fighting the urge to grasp his nose, he did his best to hold you. And keep his face from being bashed again. He felt the blood gushing from his nose, and he could taste the coppery liquid as it hit his lips. “Come on, guys!” He called out, amazed at how strong you were fighting, and how close you were to getting free.

Dean’s arms holding you made you kick and try to get away from him. Your head felt like it was going to explode, and your eyes were now leaking blood. It looked like your tears were full of blood, staining your skin red.

And then it was over. Your muscles ached, your head was throbbing, and you wanted to sleep. Blinking, you groaned, and looked around to see none of you were blood free. No one cared, though.

Charlie rushed to your side, cupping your cheeks. “I was so scared.” She cried, kissing you softly.

“Ow.” Dean managed, reminding you that you were still on him. “Someone give me a towel. Or call Cas.” He muttered, his words sounding off because of his nose.

“Come on.” Charlie helped you up. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chewing on your lip, you listened to the ringing on the other end. It was the morning after your 25th birthday, and you were calling your mother. “Hello?” The weepy voice of your mother answered.

“Hi, mom.” You sniffed.

“Y/N/N?! Is that you?! How??”

You chuckled lightly. “We beat it. We beat the curse. Our family is safe.” You told her. “We’ll be on your porch in about ten hours, and we’ve got one hell of a story for you.”

“You’re my baby!” She fought as you sat on the couch between your two brothers. “Why would I agree to let you go live with two strange men?”

It was Sam who spoke up, giving her a soft smile. “She’s got Winchester blood.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t understand what that has to do with this.”

He took a deep breath. “Well, let me explain…”

#charlie x reader

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