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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 6

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

Negan gets out of the shower and comes back out to the living room just as Chuck is putting a dirty cereal bowl in his sink.

“You changed your clothes,” he comments as he pours himself more coffee to try to combat the headache he has.

“Yeah. I went home and got dressed.”

He turns and points to the box of Cap’n Crunch that is definitely not his sitting on the counter. “And brought breakfast.”

Chuck giggles. “Yeah. I usually just eat cereal in the morning and you didn’t have any. I took some of your milk though. I hope that’s okay.”

“Well then it’s only fair I get some of your cereal.” He gets in his cupboard and grabs a bowl, not waiting for her answer.

“You can have some.”

He pours himself a bowl then sits down at the counter, with Chuck standing on the other side. He takes a bite of the crunchy little morsels then points to his bowl with his spoon. “Isn’t this shit for kids?”

“You’re thinking of Trix,” Chuck jokes without skipping a beat.

He chuckles when he realizes that she’s joking around. “Smartass,” he mutters back, but not seriously. He takes another bite and doesn’t even swallow before speaking again. “You know how much sugar is in this shit?”

Chuck shrugs. “That’s what makes it good.”

After a few more bites and some slurping of milk, Negan clears his plate and leans back on the sink to face Chuck. “You know, your mom’s gonna fuckin’ kill me for having you over here.”

“I was the one that came over, so...” she shrugs.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’ll matter to her.”

“Are you afraid of my mother?” Chuck smiles at the thought that her beta mom could scare Negan.

“Well, she did literally threaten to murder me.”

Chuck’s face falls. “She didn’t.”

“She did. Said she knew how to get away with fuckin’ poisoning my ass.”

Chuck looks down and shakes her head. She doesn’t want her mother threatening anyone because of her.

“Cut her some slack, okay?” he says gently. “Honestly, if I was her, I’d’ve done the same fuckin’ thing.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Why not?” Negan asks genuinely. “You got fuckin’ people looking out for you.”

Chuck sees that he really doesn’t get it. “Because...” She clears her throat. “Because it makes me feel like I’m not in control of my own life.”

“You can be in fuckin’ control and still accept help.”

“I guess.” Chuck shrugs a shoulder.

“Look, honey,” he pushes off the counter and takes a step toward Chuck. “Omegas...” He tries to think what exactly he wants to say. “Even though you’re twenty five, you’re newly fuckin’ presented. Newly presented omegas are-“

She looks up at him with her big green eyes, waiting for his next words, but Negan cant finish his thought.

He lets out a sigh, instead. “This world can be a shitty fuckin’ place for omegas. Still. And alphas sure as fuck can be dicks. And I’m not talking about hurt feelings, either. I’m talking about bodily fuckin’ harm.”

“Violence against omegas is illegal,” she says innocently.

“I know, sweetheart. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t fuckin’ happen. And it certainly doesn’t fuckin’ mean that alphas are charged every time they fuckin’ should be. Alphas are fuckin’ good at weaseling their way out of paying the consequences for their actions.”

“Oh,” she says quietly. That’s not exactly something that she’s ever really thought about before.

“Omegas, unfortunately, really can’t go it fuckin’ alone. Not totally, anyway. So, let your mom fight battles for you. Cuz even though she’s a beta, people will back off from her much fuckin’ sooner than they’ll back off from you.” He shrugs a shoulder. “No offense. It’s just fuckin’ true.”

It’s a hard truth to accept, but it’s true nonetheless. Omegas are seen as being weak and submissive, so people tend not to take them seriously in a fight. Especially if she’s fighting for herself.

“I guess.” Chuck nods. “I guess I got a lot to learn.” Even though Chuck is the one living an omega life now, she feels like Negan might know more about omegas than her at this point. She doesn’t really have that much experience herself yet, but he was married to and lived with an omega for many years. “Can I ask you things?”

He’s taken aback by her request. “I’m not sure if I’m right for that.”

“Oh,” she responds dejectedly, thinking that he just doesn’t want to. “Okay.”

“No. It’s not...” He lets out a heavy breath, not wanting to upset her. “You can ask me shit. I just don’t want to say the wrong fuckin’ thing. I’m not a goddamn expert or anything.”

Chuck nods. “You know more than me, though. I’ve looked stuff up. I mean, you know, medical, anatomical kind of stuff about omegas and alphas. But... I just don’t know... you know.”

“Well, sweetheart-”

She cuts him off. “Like, what did it feel like when you went into rut?”

Negan’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Uh...” He clears his throat and scratches at the back of his neck. “It’s probably like how you feel in your heat,” he starts then moves out of the kitchen to sit down on his couch in the living room, hoping that that would be the end of the discussion.

Chuck follows along to sit down beside him. “I don’t know what heats feel like. I was knocked out for both of the ones I went through.”

Negan’s never had a hard time discussing sex or anything having to do with his body, but the innocently curious look Chuck is giving him has him stumbling over his own thoughts.

“Well...” He scratches at his beard. “Being in rut is like...” He lets out a deep breath, trying to think of the right thing to say. “It’s like... want . I just fuckin’ want . And the thing I want is the only goddamn thing on my mind.”

“Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t hurt , really. Not like heats can. Instead of being in pain, it just fuckin’ ... consumes me more. The want turns into fuckin’ need . And the more I need it, the less control I have over myself.”

“That’s why you broke into my apartment?”

“I didn’t break in ,” he’s quick to clarify. “I used the fuckin’ keys.” He scratches at his temple. “But, yes. I just needed... something . Something more than my fuckin’ hand.”

“Hand?” she responds in confusion.

“Shit, sweetheart. Please don’t make me explain jerking off to you.”

“Oh!” Her face instantly turns beet red. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t- You don’t have to explain! I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I mean, I knew during rut alphas get-“ She gestures a little to try to convey her meaning. “But I was trying to go around that and not- You know?” She giggles in embarrassment.

He chuckles. “It’s fuckin’ fine, Chuck.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” She covers her face to hide her flushed cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be the one fuckin’ embarrassed. I’m the one that broke in and fucked your clothes.”

Chuck laughs, partly out of nerves and partly because she thinks it’s funny. “Did it help though?”

“Fucking your clothes?”

She laughs again. “Well, I guess. But I meant being in my apartment.”

He nods. “Yeah. Being in an omega’s space calmed me fuckin’ down.” He clears his throat a little. “But it was fuckin’ inappropriate of me and it won’t happen again. That rut just fuckin’ snuck up on me.”

“It’s okay. I mean, it was my fault, right?”

“No. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything. And I should’ve fuckin’ controlled myself better.” He rubs at his face and groans as his head throbs.

“Are you okay?”

“Fuckin’ hungover.”

“Can I get you anything to help?”

“Hair of the dog,” he jokes.

“What does that mean?”

He looks over to her questioningly. “You’ve never heard that before?”

“Jack Torrance says it in The Shining. I’ve never heard it otherwise.”

He chuckles. “The Shining?”

“Yeah. You remember when he was talking to Lloyd in the bar?”

“I think I only saw like half of that fuckin’ movie. Once.”

“What?! That’s one of my favorite movies! I’ve seen it a million times!”

“I remember the ghost blowjob scene.”

“Ghost blowjob?”

“You know, the guy in the dog suit on his knees.”

Chuck laughs. “That wasn’t a blowjob!”

“Then what was it?”

“Well, the guy had a mask covering his face. That seems like the least effective way to give a bee jibber.”

Negan laughs. “He was a ghost. His dick coulda went right through the fuckin mask.”

Chuck can’t help but laugh really hard at this ridiculous conversation. “Wouldn’t it just go through the guy’s cheeks then, too?” she barely gets out through her giggles.

Seeing Chuck laugh so much fills Negan with a warmth that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. But it’s fleeting. The second he realizes how good it feels, his mind goes back when he felt this way with Lucille. And then, of course, he remembers that it’s the anniversary of her death.

Chuck sees the change in Negan’s demeanor. “What?”

He doesn’t look at her. “Nothing.”

Even though he didn’t say it, Chuck’s pretty sure she knows what the change was. After all, the reason she’s with him is because she couldn’t leave him by himself to get through this tough day.

“Can I do anything for you?” she asks sweetly.

“Nah. I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.”

He looks over to her for a moment before speaking. “Why are you being so goddamn nice to me?”

Chuck shrugs. “I don’t know.” She looks away from him, unsure herself at why she is still in Negan’s apartment. “It just seems like the right thing to do.”

It’s been a long time since someone has acted like they actually care about Negan. Sure, women like his company in the bedroom. And the guys at work joke around with him some. Even Simon listens diligently as Negan recounts his day. But no one seems like they actually give a shit about him. No one would go out of their way to help him like this girl is doing.

And, yeah. It feels nice for him.

The pair hang out together the rest of the day. Negan finds that his mind is easily distracted from the weight of this horrible anniversary by Chuck, even when she’s not doing much. It’s the way she moves around his apartment, completely unaware of his gaze. The excitement in her voice as she talks about some game or tv show he doesn’t know anything about. Or the way her nose scrunches up when she laughs. But the second she steps away, those familiar dark thoughts invade his mind once again.

At the same time, Chuck is enjoying her time with Negan again. She doesn’t really have too much experience just hanging out with people, so it’s nice to laugh casually with him. But there is that little niggling voice in the back of her head telling her it’s not real. It’s reminding her that Negan had said that he was only after her so she would sleep with him (or that’s how she interpreted it, anyway).

As they finish up their dinner of delivery pizza from Fulci’s, Chuck decides that she can’t ignore that voice anymore.

“Are you still trying to sleep with me?”

Negan is taken aback by her sudden question, causing him to blank on the answer. Chuck takes his hesitation as a “yes”, though.

She looks away and nods slowly, feeling her eyes prick with tears.

“No, honey.” He stretches his hand over the table to grasp her own, but she pulls away.

“I know you’ll think it’s stupid, but it kinda hurts knowing that you don’t like me as a person.” She wipes at her eyes to prevent her tears from falling.

“Who fuckin’ said I don’t like you as a person?”

“You did. To my mom.”

“I did not fuckin’ say that.”

She looks to him with an incredulous expression. “You said that everything you did was only to get me to sleep with you.”

“No. That’s not what I fuckin’ said. I said that I tried everything not that it was everything. That doesn’t fuckin’ mean that I was lying or putting on.”

“I don’t see the difference, Negan.”

He sighs and rubs his hand down his face. “I like you, okay, Chuck. I never fuckin’ humored you anything like that. Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ asshole who was thinking with my dick a little bit, but I like being with you. And it’s more than just the alpha/omega shit.”

She looks over at him, but she’s not convinced.

“You really need to have more fuckin’ faith in yourself, sweetheart. There’s nothing fuckin’ wrong with you. Your personality is fuckin’ fine.” He reaches over again and this time, she doesn’t shy away. “You’re great to be around, okay? So get outta that fuckin’ head and stop listening to yourself.”

Chuck nods with a giggle. “Okay. I’ll try.”

As Negan looks at Chuck smiling softly at him, he thinks about Diane’s words again. “It’s not you, okay? But you really should still listen to your mom and stay away from me. I’m not a good man, Chuck.”

Her smile drops at his words.

“You know what.” Negan stands to clear the table. “You’ve wasted enough of your fuckin’ day on this old man. Why don’t you go on home. I’m fuckin’ fine, barely a headache now.” He sets the plates in the sink and breaks down the pizza box, hoping that Chuck will leave. It’s not that he doesn’t want her there, it’s just that he thinks she shouldn’t waste her time on him.

Negan’s saying the right things to show that he’s okay, and all with a smile on his face, but Chuck knows he’s lying. Somehow, she still feels that pain radiating off of him.

“You still need me,” she says quietly as she stands from her chair.

He turns back around to face her. “‘ Need ’ you? I’ve had hangovers before, sweetheart, and I’ve always managed,” he jokes.

“It’s not the hangover.” The words hang heavy between them. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself, honey. If I was going to off myself, I woulda done it a decade ago.”

“That’s not funny, Negan.”

“I’m not trying to be.”

“I didn’t mean that way, anyway. I meant...” she searches for the right words, “wallowing in your sadness. Beating yourself up. That kind of hurt.”

He’s not really sure what to say. “I’ll be fuckin’ fine. I always am.”

“Well, I’m gonna stay, anyway.”

He wants to insist that she leave. He wants to push her so she’ll stay away from him, but he just can’t do it. “Okay.” Negan moves back into the living room to sit on his couch.

“Is your hangover really better?” Chuck sits down beside him.

“It’s not bad. I’m sure you know what it feels like. You probably had your fair share of them in college, right?”

“I’ve never had a hangover.”

Negan scrunches up his face in shock. “You’ve never had a hangover?”

She shakes her head.

“You’ve been drunk, right?”

She sheepishly shakes her head again.

“Surely you’ve drunk alcohol before.”

“I had some champagne at a wedding last year.”

“Shit, sweetheart. You gotta live a little.”

She shrugs. “I guess.”

“You ever been on a plane?”

“Yeah. We had a vacation in France once.”

“Been on a motorcycle?”

“No.”

“Ah, fuck. You gotta do it. Riding is fuckin’ amazing.”

“You have a motorcycle?”

His face falls. His Harley was like his baby, but it was one of the first things he got rid of after Lucille died. It had taken him years to rebuild the vintage machine, all on his own. But after he lost Lucille, he sold it, along with pretty much everything else he owned.

“I used to,” he answers, but quickly changes the subject. “Gone skydiving?”

“Absolutely not!” She laughs. “You?”

“Fuck no. Seen a Major League Baseball from right behind the dugout?”

“I’ve never seen a baseball game, period.”

“Shit, girl.”

“I know.” She shrugs a shoulder. “I’m a loser.”

“You’re not a fuckin’ loser. You’re just sheltered.”

Chuck’s cell phone buzzes in her pocket. “That’s probably my mom.”

“Shit.”

Chuck laughs at Negan’s reaction and lifts the phone to see the text. But it’s not from her mom. “Oh. It’s from my boss.”

Chuck has no idea that Eldritch had been listening in on everything that she and Negan have said today through her hacked phone. And as they day went on, he got angrier and angrier that she hadn’t left Negan’s apartment. He finally decided that he needed to take matters into his own hands to pry her away from him.

“ I need your help with something. Can you come into the office? ” the text says.

She thinks about it for a moment. She really doesn’t want to leave Negan, but she doesn’t want to upset her boss either.

“What’s he want?” Negan asks.

“He wants me to go into the office to help him with something.”

“It’s seven o’clock,” Negan snaps back. It sounds a little suspicious to him. “Are you gonna go in?”

“I’m not sure, yet.” Chuck types in her text to reply. “ I actually can’t leave right now. Is there any way I can help from home? ”

The three dots telling her that he’s typing seem to blink forever.

“I hope he’s not angry.” Going in would be a hassle, so she really doesn’t want to. But she also wants to keep her job.

The text finally pops up. “ Okay. I’ll email you the problem. ”

“So?” Negan asks, really hoping that Chuck won’t leave.

“I have to go home to work on whatever this thing is.” She stands from the couch and heads to the door. “But,” she turns back around, “you can come over. You can watch The Shining on Netflix while I work.” She smiles back at him, hoping that he will accept the invitation. “If you want.”

Negan stands before answering. “Sure. That sounds fuckin’ good. Maybe I can settle the debate of whether or not it was an actual ghost blowjob.”

Chuck giggles as she opens the door. “That age old debate,” she jokes.

When they get across the hall, Chuck sets up the movie for Negan to watch and gets to work at her desk on the thing that Eldritch had sent her. As she types on her computer, Negan is mostly quiet while he watches the movie. Except for one part.

“Ooo. There’s nudity?” Negan calls out when he gets to the part of the movie where Jack Torrance is in the bathroom with the naked young woman.

Chuck giggles, knowing what happens next. “Yup,” she responds as she waits for the twist.

“Oh shit! She turned into a gross old lady!”

Chuck laughs at his reaction. “That’ll teach Jack to make out with rando women.”

Chuck finishes her work before the end of the film, so she comes over to sit on the couch beside Negan. It really wasn’t that big of a problem, so she doesn’t know why Eldritch even needed her help.

When the credits start to roll, Chuck turns to Negan. “So? Did you like it?”

“Yeah. It was fuckin’ good. Kinda fucked up in places.”

“Is the jury still out on the ghost ding dong?”

Negan bursts out laughing. “I fuckin’ guess.”

The next day, Diane calls Chuck after she gets home from work.

“Hello?” Chuck answers.

“ Hey, sweetie. Whatcha doing? ”

“Nothing.” Chuck lets out a sigh. “I have to tell you something, though.”

“ Okay...? ” Diane is already prepared for the worst.

“I spent the whole day with Negan yesterday.”

“ Oh, Chuck. ” Diane can’t hide her disappointed tone. “ Please tell me you used protection. ”

“I didn’t sleep with him! God!”

“ You didn’t? ”

“No! We just hung out.”

“ Thank god. ”

“I’m really glad you have so much faith in me, though,” Chuck bites back in sarcasm.

“ It’s not you I don’t have faith in. You know alphas have their way of convincing people to give them what they want. ”

“Well, It wasn’t like that, anyway. I was just... taking care of him.”

“ What exactly do you mean by that? ”

Chuck lets out a sigh. “Don’t tell him I told you this, but Negan had a mate that died years ago named Lucille. Yesterday was the anniversary of her death and he was taking it really hard. I think he takes it really hard every year.”

That’s surprising news to Diane. Negan doesn’t seem like the kind of alpha to actually take a mate. “ He had a mate? ”

“Yeah. And he tried to drink himself into a blackout so he wouldn’t have to deal with thinking about it. It just really broke my heart to see him like that. To still be in so much pain. Especially after all these years.”

“ Well, sweetie. It’s nice that you wanted to help him. ”

“I don’t know, Mom. It’s like I had to. I just couldn’t not . I couldn’t leave him like that. He was so sad that... I don’t know, I kinda felt it, you know?”

“ You felt it? ”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like his pain was all around me and I had to do something about it.”

Diane thinks she knows what’s happening with Negan and Chuck, but she really doesn’t want it to be true. Everything between Chuck and Negan always seems to point to them being true mates. At least all the things Diane was told about true mates.

Since omegas aren’t that plentiful to begin with, an actual true match between an alpha and an omega is almost unheard of. But everyone knows what true mates are and what that means. True mates are supposed to complement each other like two halves of a coin. And they will always come back to each other when they are separated, no matter what, no matter the distance. They’re even supposed to be able to feel what the other is feeling, especially when emotions are high.

At least that’s how true mates are in fiction, anyway.

There are old bedtime stories about the peasant girl omega finding that her true mate is the handsome prince. Or the lonely huntsman alpha coming across his true mate in the woods. And that’s what people think of when they hear “true mates”, fairy tales. Because no one has ever really seen them for real.

At any rate, how Chuck and Negan have responded to each other hasn’t exactly been typical, so if it isn’t because they’re true mates, then Diane is determined to find out why.

Diane leaves work early the next day and heads off to Spring Harbor Medical Center in Charlottesville to get some answers. She had called Dr. Bailey the day before to set up this appointment, but hadn’t gone into detail about exactly what she wanted to discuss with the doctor.

After Dr. Bailey greets Diane at the door to her office, Diane takes the seat in front of her desk as Dr. Bailey takes hers.

“So, Diane, what has you coming all the way from Fredericksburg? Are you thinking of transferring?” Dr. Bailey jokes knowing that Diane works as a nurse there.

Diane chuckles. “No. I like my job at Charity General. I just wanted to get your expertise on something.”

“I assume this has to do with your daughter.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you already know her medical history, so I’m not sure what more I can tell you.”

Diane decides just to be direct, even if it’s a little silly. “What do you know about true mates?”

Dr. Bailey wasn’t expecting that. “I’ve never met any. Nor have I met anyone that’s met any.”

“So you don’t think they’re real?”

Dr. Bailey takes her glasses off and hangs them on the pocket of her white coat. “I wouldn’t say that exactly. There’s no hard scientific evidence for their existence. But there are several historic accounts and anecdotes going back centuries. Including a pretty detailed one from France in the 1860s.” She gives Diane a smile, figuring she knows where this conversation is headed now. “Are you worried that Chuck won’t find a suitable mate?”

Diane shakes her head. “I’m worried that she’s found her true mate already. And he’s not the kind of man I want her to be with.”

“Is he violent?”

“I don’t think so. I haven’t really had too many conversations with him. He’s my age, though.”

“So it’s just that he’s so much older than Chuck?”

Diane shakes her head. “That’s not it. Negan’s just so...”

“Negan?” Dr. Bailey repeats in recognition.

“You know Negan?”

“I have met him, yes.”

“How do you know him?”

“I can’t discuss it.”

Diane puts it together. Dr. Bailey treats omegas, so the only reason she would know Negan is if he came in with an omega. “You treated his mate?”

“I can’t discuss it,” she reiterates. “But I’ve talked with Negan many times. Not in several years, mind you. I didn’t know he was still in the area.”

“He lives next to my daughter.”

“Ah. I see. That’s why you’re concerned.”

“He went into rut when Chuck went into heat,” Diane blurts out.

“Hmm. That is... curious.”

“Could it be a fluke? Just coincidence?” Diane really hopes that she says yes.

“It’s possible . But not likely. If her heat triggered a rut in him, then they are extraordinarily compatible to one another. I’m not sure if that is exactly the ‘true mates’ of lore, but I’m betting that keeping them away from each other will most likely prove to be difficult, at any rate.”

Diane nods, even though she isn’t exactly liking what she’s hearing. “I’m starting to realize that.”

“Does Chuck think they’re true mates.”

“She hasn’t said so. I don’t think she believes in that stuff. And I don’t want to talk to her about it. She’s still so green about all this, I don’t want to push her into doing anything or put any ideas in her head.”

“Maybe talk to Negan about it.”

Diane laughs out loud at that. “He and I aren’t exactly friendly.”

“If he’s going to be in Chuck’s life, maybe you should be.”

Diane sighs. “Yeah, maybe. I just don’t want Chuck to get hurt by him. She’s sweet and innocent. And he’s the exact opposite.”

“I understand that. But I really can’t tell you what the right thing to do here is.”

“I was hoping you’d tell me that there was no such thing as true mates and that I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping Chuck away from Negan.”

“I can’t tell you that. But I would be interested in studying them if this relationship between them persists.”

“Ugh,” Diane groans dramatically. “Don’t call it a relationship. Please.”

Dr. Bailey chuckles in response. “For what it’s worth, the Negan I saw back then loved his mate very much. He had his faults, but I never once thought he didn’t love his omega.”

Later on in the month, Chuck runs into Negan in the hallway as they’re both leaving for work.

“You gotta go in today?” Negan asks as he keeps the elevator doors open for Chuck.

She enters the elevator and pushes the button for the ground floor. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”

“I was gonna make chicken parmigiana tonight if you wanna join me.”

Chuck smiles up at him. “That sounds really good.”

In the two weeks after the hangover incident, Chuck and Negan have been trying to be more casual in their relationship, whatever it is. They haven’t been avoiding each other outright, but they haven’t been spending every day together, either. They’ve just been letting what comes, come.

Negan still isn’t sure if he should allow himself to get close to Chuck. There’s that part of him that wants to tell Chuck to run for the hills, to get as far away from him as she can, but it’s dwarfed by the part that doesn’t want to be away from her.

Negan and Chuck part ways in the parking lot and head off to their respective jobs. Once Chuck gets to the Ad Astra office, she sits at one of the stations and gets to work. After a while, she gets interrupted.

“Chuck,” Eldritch’s voice calls out from behind her.

She turns around to face her boss. “Yes, Mr. Ruben?”

“You don’t have to be so formal.”

“Sorry.” She giggles nervously. “Do you need something?”

“You know Noble Moon Cafe?”

“Yeah. I know where that is.”

“I got a table reserved there in a half an hour. So, meet me there?”

“Oh, okay,” she agrees cheerfully.

It doesn’t happen often that her boss would take everyone out to eat on the company’s dime, but it’s always nice when it does. She continues to work for a little bit, then gathers her things to leave so she can be on time for lunch.

When she gets to the fancy cafe, she tells the hostess that she’s with the Ad Astra reservation. When the stylishly dressed woman draws a blank, Chuck tries again with her bosses name.

“Oh,” the woman exclaims. “Right this way.”

Chuck follows her outside on this warm August day to the covered patio, expecting to see most of her coworkers already there. But that’s not the case.

Eldritch stands from his chair at the small bistro table and pulls out the seat across from him. “Here, Chuck. Sit.”

Chuck hesitantly takes the seat and allows him to push her in. “Where is everyone else?” she asks, confused as to why they seem to be alone.

Eldritch sits back down in his seat. “It’s just us. I thought I should show my best coder how much I appreciate her.”

“Oh. That’s really nice of you. Thank you.” Even though Chuck is sure that she should be really flattered by her boss’s praise, she can’t help but feel a little weird that she’s having a meal with him alone. She pushes that feeling away, though, thinking that it’s just her social anxiety messing with her.

When the waitress comes over with the menus, Eldritch stops her before she sets them down.

“She is going to have the cobb salad, red wine vinaigrette on the side,” he orders for Chuck without even consulting her. “And I will have the chef salad, Russian dressing on the side. Thank you.”

It actually rubs Chuck the wrong way that he ordered for her. After all, it’s the meal that she’s going to be eating. But then she thinks that maybe that’s customary. She doesn’t really know one way or the other, so she doesn’t bring it up.

The waitress leaves without another word and Chuck and Eldritch start to wait for their food.

“So, tell me, Chuck,” Eldritch begins, “what do you like to do outside of work? I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

“Um...” Chuck takes a sip of the water that is sitting in front of her. “I’m not that interesting,” she answers with a nervous giggle. “I do nerdy things. Play video games, read, play guitar.”

Eldritch pretends like that’s all news to him. In reality, he’s used all of his expertise in programming and computers to follow Chuck’s digital footprints and paint a picture of her life. Not to mention what he has learned through hacking her phone and listening in on her conversations.

“What’s the last game you played?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“The last new game I played was Detroit. But I was just replaying Last of Us yesterday.”

“I didn’t pick up Detroit, yet, But I love Last of Us. It’s really one of the best games I’ve ever played.”

“It really is,” Chuck enthusiastically agrees. “I just love Joel. And Ellie, too.”

“That game is beautiful. Very well designed.”

“I can’t wait for the next one.” She tucks some of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. She had cut it short several months ago on a whim and regretted it ever since. Thankfully, her presentation had made her hair grow faster than normal, so it’s now at her shoulders and almost long enough to wear up like she used to.

“Do you recommend Detroit?” He knows that she enjoys video games, so he wants her to think that she has something in common with him in that regard. Especially since it seems like Negan doesn’t know anything about them.

“Oh yeah. I liked it a lot. I’ve replayed it a couple times.”

Their meals arrive, so the conversation dies down a little. Since Chuck is no longer talking so much (Eldritch made sure to steer the conversation to topics that he knows she likes), that awkward discomfort starts to settle into her bones again.

Every time she looks up to Eldritch, he’s looking squarely at her. It makes her uncomfortable, but she tries to brush it off. After all, he’s just being nice, right?

When the waitress comes to collect the empty plates, Chuck is ready to pay the bill and leave. But Eldritch has other plans.

“We’re going to share the triple chocolate mousse cake,” he orders without prompt.

“It takes twenty minutes to prepare,” the waitress warns.

Chuck really doesn’t want to wait that long. “Oh, I-“ she starts to protest, but Eldritch talks over her.

“That’s fine,” he says to the waitress and she leaves to put the order in. “Did you like the cobb salad?” he directs at Chuck.

“Uh, yeah. It was fine.” She tries not to sound annoyed with the situation, even though she is.

Eldritch catches it, though. “Just fine? I thought you’d like it.”

Despite her growing discomfort, she doesn’t want her boss to be mad at her. “It was good. I’ve never had one before.”

“Good. Do you have any plans for dinner tonight?” He knows she does. With Negan, no less. But he’s hoping to get her to switch.

“I do, actually.”

“Anything fun?”

“My neighbor is making me dinner. He’s a really good cook,” she comments innocently.

He hates that she’s complimenting Negan. “You know, I make a mean chicken parmigiana myself,” Eldritch throws out before thinking it through.

Chuck just laughs, though. “It’s so funny you say that because that’s what he’s making. What are the odds?” Eldritch’s slip up in mentioning the dish that he heard Negan say goes completely over her head.

Eldritch laughs it off, too, in hopes that Chuck won’t think too hard about it. “It’s my signature dish. I could make it for you some time and you can tell me whose is better.”

“O-Oh. Yeah...” she agrees tentatively, not wanting to seem rude.

“Or maybe we could do it tonight,” he pushes.

“Well...” Now she’s really uncomfortable. “I already have plans, so...”

“I’m sure he won’t mind you canceling.”

“I-I don’t know...”

At the same time that all of this is happening, Negan decides to walk the couple blocks from the dealership to his favorite deli on his lunch break. It just so happens that this will take him right past the patio of the cafe that Chuck is currently sitting at.

Negan feels it before he even notices her. An odd tightness settles in his chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. That’s when he sees her, sitting at a table not far from the sidewalk with another man. And she doesn’t look happy. Actually, she looks scared.

Feeling like he needs to do something about it, he speed walks the rest of the way down the sidewalk to get to her.

Chuck sees Negan approaching from over Eldritch’s shoulder. He turns to see what has stolen Chuck’s attention and barely suppresses a growl when he sees it’s Negan.

Even though Eldritch has never met Negan, he knows everything about him, too. His credit score, what’s in his bank account, that bar he goes to a few times a week, the speeding tickets he’s got. That info is all there just in case Eldritch has to use it to take Negan down. Because he’s not planning on allowing this other alpha the chance to get his hands on Chuck.

“Negan,” Chuck calls out as he gets to the railing separating the patio from the sidewalk. “This is my boss, Mr. Ruben.”

Negan pauses and looks the man over. He’s an alpha. A big one at that, about the same height as Negan, but much more muscular. He’s also younger than him by almost a decade.

Eldritch stands and holds his hand out to Negan, pretending to be the polite gentleman. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Negan accepts the handshake and tries to outgrip the younger alpha. “Yeah. Good to fuckin’ meet you, too.”

Chuck isn’t quite sure what’s happening between the two alphas as they stare at each other intensely, but she feels awkward about it. “Are you on your lunch break, Negan?” she asks in hopes that it will change the atmosphere around them.

The alphas break their iron tight handshake and turn back to the omega.

“Actually,” Negan starts to answer. “Your mom sent me to find you. She’s been trying to text you, but you weren’t fuckin’ responding.”

“Oh? I have my ringer off.” Chuck knows he’s lying. There’s no way her mom would send Negan after her. For any reason.

Eldritch knows he’s lying, too. He has Chuck’s phone cloned so he can see every text message that goes in and out. And no one has texted her since they started lunch.

“Your mom was in a minor car accident and wants you at the hospital,” Negan lies further.

“Oh no,” Chuck tries to sound convincing. “I should get there.” She turns to Eldritch. “I’m sorry for running out on dessert.” She starts to get in her purse to leave money for her meal.

“That’s not necessary,” Eldritch says calmly, keeping his rage at bay. “Lunch is on me.”

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Ruben. That’s really nice.”

It makes him angry every time she doesn’t say his name. He wants her to be comfortable with him. He wants her to consider him a close friend and not just her boss, but he seems to be failing.

“You’re welcome,” he responds.

Chuck looks around the fenced in area to find a gate, but there is none. “I think I have to walk through.” She giggles at the awkwardness and walks back into the cafe to get to the exit.

This leaves Negan and Eldritch standing together by themselves. When Chuck gets out of view, they turn to each other.

“I know what you’re fuckin’ doing,” Negan whispers to the alpha in front of him.

“Taking my employee out to lunch?”

“Alone?” Negan points out. “And asking her to go to the office after hours to ‘help’ you? But I’m sure you had other people working there that night, right?”

Eldritch glares at Negan. “And what exactly are you doing, Negan?”

The door opens and both men turn to watch Chuck walk out.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Negan walks over to Chuck.

“Yeah. I’m parked around back.” She turns to wave at Eldritch. “Thanks for lunch.”

Eldritch nods and watches as the pair turn the corner out if sight.

“Your mom is fine. She didn’t send me. I lied,” Negan admits once they’re both in Chuck’s car.

“Yeah, I know.” She starts her car. “Am I dropping you off somewhere?”

“Turn right. There’s a deli a block away. I was headed there for some fuckin’ lunch.”

“So that’s why you happened to walk by.” Chuck takes the turn and promptly gets stuck in the lunch hour traffic.

“Yeah. You’re fuckin’ welcome, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“What was he doing that made you look like you wanted nothing more than to get the fuck outta there?”

“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. I think I’m just weird.”

“Don’t ignore your goddamn instincts. I don’t fuckin’ like that guy, either.”

“It’s not that I don’t like him. He’s actually been really good to me though all this omega stuff. You know, letting me have time off and all that.”

“And was he ‘really good’ to you before you presented?”

Chuck shoots Negan a look. “Just like we were best friends before I presented,” she bites back in bitter sarcasm.

“Just because I didn’t notice you before, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have enjoyed your fuckin’ company. If you had just piped up and knocked on my door, I woulda loved to make you dinner and shit.”

Chuck doesn’t know if she really believes that. “Whatever,” she dismisses. “Do you really think he only cares about me being an omega?” She does have to admit to herself that before her presentation, she hadn’t really talked to her boss outside of what was necessary for her job, so it is a little suspect.

“I think that’s exactly what he cares about.”

Chuck nods. “But he did tell my mom I was the best coder he had before he knew I was an omega.”

“Well, that’s probably fuckin’ true. I mean, he’s still your boss. He should know which of his employees do their fuckin’ job. But was he asking you for late night help and taking you to goddamn lunch before?”

“No,” Chuck admits.

“So I want you to stay away from him.”

Chuck lets out an incredulous chuckle. “Oh, do you?” Even though she’s pretty much convinced that her boss has intentions other than their work with her, she still isn’t going to accept a command from Negan.

“Yeah. I don’t fuckin’ like him.”

“So you’ve said. But he’s my boss. I’m still gonna have to interact with him if I wanna continue to make rent.” She finally pulls into the deli and parks. “And I’m not gonna do something just because you say.”

Negan lets out a huff. “Just promise me you won’t be alone with him.”

Chuck laughs. “What do you think he’s gonna do? Club me and drag me off by my hair?” she jokes. “It’s 2018, Negan.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know what he would do, Chuck,” he says seriously.

She sees that he isn’t kidding around. “Okay, okay. I won’t go anywhere alone with him.”

“Good.” He starts to open his door. “You gonna go in with me?”

Chuck shrugs. “Sure.”

They both exit the vehicle, unaware that not only has Eldritch been monitoring their every word, but he’s been following them, too.

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rohobi · 6 years

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Vanilla Chai Latte

❝Barista Hoseok suggests his personal favourite and Y/N orders it everyday until she becomes his personal favourite. Chestnut barista and cute cafe AU.❞

Tapping your chin, you squint at the menu board behind the counter. You had raced from your spot in the library without much concern and had left your glasses atop your mountainous paper work.

Is that a six or an eight? It has to be a six, no coffee in the world would cost eight dollars for a small cup, but what small cup would cost six dollars. I’m not paying that, maybe they have smoothies or something? Why is the font so small and cursive? I cant see anything.

“May I help you?” a deep voice announces, trying to prod you from your thoughts. Without paying him much attention, you squint harder at the menu board.

No I’m pretty sure its a four but it might be a six, I only have three dollars though. Maybe I should just ask? Asking requires interaction and you don’t want that. Yes, I think it might be a four. Should I just ask? Screw it, I’ll just ask.

“What drinks are on your menu that I can get with three dollars?” you murmur, fondling the pile of coins in your palm. “You see, I forgot my glasses and I don’t know if that’s a four or a six or an eight and I really need a drink.”

Leaning on the register he taps his fingers on the back of it in thought. “Ah, you could get a fluffy, a hot chocolate or my personal favourite a vanilla chai latte!”

“The vanilla chai latte sounds nice if that’s okay thanks.” you smile, handing him over the coins. Taking the coins from your hand, his fingers press lightly into your palm, shocking you with static energy. You both flinch away at the feeling.

“I think we have a connection.” you joked, rubbing the weird feeling in your palm away.

“I think so too,” he laughs sweetly, putting the coins into the register. “Give me a second and I’ll make your drink.”

You watch him smile to himself as he moves to stand behind the expresso machine. The tips of his dark brown hair hung loosely over his eyes and he absentmindedly nips at his bottom lip as he pours syrup into the cup. You walk over to the waiting bay of the cafe and watch him make your drink. He was quite cute if you were to be honest with yourself.

Leaning against the counter, you watch his eyebrows furrow as he puts the steamer into the milk jug. His gaze is pensive and filled with concentration as he turns it on. On your list of “Things I like in a guy.” you had always found guys with serious stares the most attractive and the longer you watched him, the more you realized that this barista was a tick on everything on your list. He was kind, polite, hardworking, he smiled, he concentrates and he seemed like he loved his job – a huge tick for passion.

You watch his fingers cradle the jug as he it begins to froth the milk. You’re really staring at him and you know you should look away but in that moment you don’t want to look away, his hands were so mesmerizing that you imagined how they’d feel in intertwined with your own. The thought was strange and the butterflies that followed were stranger.

He gently nods his head as the jug starts climbing to the temperature he needs, moving his hand from the bottom of the jug to the handle of steamer. Shifting on his feet, he turns off the steamer and bangs the jug lightly on the counter. He must notice you staring because he looks over at you with a shy smile and you blush at being caught.

He laughs and smiles wide at your startled expression. It looks like he’s about to say something but he bites his lip again and returns his gaze to pour the milk into your cup. You hadn’t expected his smile to be so big but he’s smiling from ear to ear and it makes you happy at the thought that this kind of response was provoked by you. That you made a person smile that wide.

Putting the lid on your cup, he walks over to you and hands you the drink. “Vanilla chai latte.”

“Thats me.” you grin, again avoiding his eye contact to read his name badge instead.

Hoseok.

Grabbing the drink from his hands you say thank you and leave. You feel sort of empty as you leave, as if your interaction and your time with Hoseok and his vibrant smile was too short. And that’s how it begins, your blossoming love for chai lattes and the barista with mesmerising hands.

Waiting in line with your study partner 4 months after you had become a regular at his café, you listen as she drones on about anything and everything. You were listening but couldn’t wait to sit down and drink your drink and stare into space without hearing her drag on about the science of anything.

“Chai lattes are filled with sugar and creamy milk Y/N. They have the completely opposite physiological and psychological effect that we came here to achieve.” She frowns, holding a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hands. “Did you know that caffeine is the worlds most distributed psychoactive substance?”

Shuffling forward into the line, you smile at the thought of seeing his face or even just hearing his voice again. “Yes I did. I was the one who told you that, remember? Plus, I’d rather not get addicted to coffee when the shortage in coffee beans is inevitable and you’d have to pay 10 dollars for a small cup.”

Sipping her drink, she snorts. “Fair enough. Look, I’m gonna go read what books they have here. When you’ve got your coffee come find me and we can run back to the study group, okay?”

Holding your thumbs up to her, you shuffle forward until your waiting behind the register. In the four months of being a regular customer the only relationship you had managed to build with the chestnut barista was through body language. Shy smiles from you and flirtatious winks from him.

To say you weren’t waiting for him to make a move would be a lie, you could feel something bubbling between you and him but didn’t want to press the matter yourself, just incase it would be crossing some professional boundary for him. So you do what you do best: smile and wait.

Hoseok comes running out from the back holding a bag of coffee beans, seemingly panic stricken at how busy it had gotten all of a sudden but calmed down almost visibly when he noticed that there was only one customer left to order and that customer was you.

“Hi,” he grins, dropping the bag of beans beside him and leaning comfortably on the counter beside the register. “Hmmm, let me guess. Vanilla chai latte?”

Nodding, you hand him your change. He grabs your coins and puts them in the register. He doesn’t swiftly move behind the coffee machine like he usually does and you look up to see curious eyes gaping down at you instead.

“Whats your name?” he asks suddenly.

“My n-name?” you stutter, feeling almost too excited that he was curious about you.

“I’ve been calling you chai girl for 4 months and I’ve been meaning to ask you what your name is but everytime I go and try to say something my brain stops and I end up just smiling or staring at you because your so beautiful, or both smiling and staring and I don’t know and oh god I’m rambling, stop me before I can’t-

“Y/N.” you interrupt, understanding how much of a mess he was becoming in front of you. Hoseok was nervous and of all things, because of you. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeats to himself in a daze. Standing up straighter he coughs into the crook of his elbow. “I better make your drink; I don’t want you to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“Hoseok.” You smile, watching his wide eyes flick back to yours.

“My heart.” he says, putting a hand over the wrong side of his chest. “How did you know my name?”

You laugh so hard that you have to cover your mouth with your hand. “First of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Second, your name badge and three, your heart is on the other side of your chest.”

“Oh,” He whimpers, rubbing his chest before laughing with you. “And good.”

“Good?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That you don’t have a boyfriend.” He mumbles, getting prepared to make your drink. You’re thankful that he’s not looking at you because you’re absolutely sure you’re blushing to the tips of your ears. Walking to the waiting bay for your coffee, you watch him pour the syrup into the cup and begin making your drink. He’s mumbling something incoherent that sounds almost like your name, but he talks to himself often so you turn around to look for your study partner instead.

He finishes making your drink when you turn back around and hands you over the cup before winking and heading over to serve waiting customers. Walking to the reading corner of the café you reluctantly grab your study partner to leave. Again, your time with Hoseok was short but now, he knew your name and the prospect of getting to know him more excited you.

“Wait Y/N. What’s on your cup?” she asks, scrambling to read the scribbled numbers as you near the front door of the café. Turning your cup, you read his name and number printed eloquently in big bold letters. “Oh my god, its Hoseok’s number. Wait, who’s Hoseok?”

You look back to the chestnut boy behind the expresso machine and you shake your head in laughter. She follows your gaze and murmurs, “Maybe I should start getting coffees here too.”

Pushing open the door, you practically sing under the golden rays of the sun. “Best vanilla chai latte I’ve ever gotten.”

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buckybarnesappreciationsociety · 7 years

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“Daddy Buckwoo and Izzy”

Summary: In honor of Father’s Day, here’s a one-shot about Bucky, his girlfriend and her 3 year old daughter, Isabella Marie. Love doesn’t always occur in conventional ways. Sometimes, chance meetings can lead to a lifetime of happiness.

Words:946 (kinda got carried away)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Isabella Marie

Warnings: Extreme fluff

Ah, yes Father’s Day, the hallowed 3rd Sunday in June. Some dad’s consider it Holy Grail Sunday because their loved ones showers them with breakfast in bed, homemade crafts, and a vast array of gifts; ranging from ties, tools, and fishing equipment.

For James Buchanan Barnes, his hopes of becoming a parent were dashed thanks to the evil minions of HYDRA. They didn’t want any tiny Winter Soldiers running around so Bucky was sterilized. That’s when karma stepped in and brought Y/N into his life.

Their meeting was pure happenstance. He, Steve and Sam decided to explore the city. Since neither super soldier had ever been to a department store in the 21st century, this turned into a field trip!

As the trio meandered through a maze of aisles and people at Macy’s, someone caught his eye. There she was at the Men’s Fragrance counter, cherry brown shoulder length hair, olive skin, brilliant smile and well defined figure. It wasn’t his intention to buy anything but all of a sudden he needed, no wanted cologne.

“S’cuse me ma’am. Can’ya tell me what smells good nowadays?

“Good afternoon sir. My goodness, there’s so many to choose from. You have no idea what you’d like?”

“Nah. What would you like to smell on a man?”

Tapping a finger on her perfect chin, Y/N chose “Invictus” by Paco Rabanne.

She sprayed a small piece of paper and handed it to Bucky..

“Wow, this is nice. You’ve got good taste, Doll.” Y/N lowered her head and blushed. “I’m glad you like it. Follow me and I’ll ring you up.”

Walking to the register, Y/N completed the transaction and thanked him.

After that encounter, Bucky found the courage to ask Y/N out for coffee. She happily accepted. Discovering she was a single mother, Bucky had trepidations about meeting Izzy.

Would she be afraid of him or his metal arm? And Y/N was very protective of her daughter. She didn’t want a revolving door relationship with him. So they decided to take it slow. She hoped Isabella and her new beau would establish a special bond.

Well it was love at first sight. Izzy relaxed into a comfortable rapport with Bucky and wasn’t afraid of his metal appendage. She also loved hanging out at Stark Tower with Unke Steeb, Unke Tam, Unke Tor, Unke Cwint, Unke Towe, Te Te Nat and Te Te Wando.

Earth’s mightiest heroes succumbed to the cuteness of a rambunctious freckled faced 3 year old, with dark brown hair and sparkling gray eyes!

After being together for a year and a half, Y/N and Izzy moved into the Tower for safety reasons and she started work at Stark Enterprises. Bucky could rest easier knowing they were under the same roof with him. Tony opened up the 93rd floor for the family. Izzy’s room was filled with teddy bears, dolls, tea sets and princess accessories including tiaras and feather boas! Two more rooms became “Princess Izzy Land”. Her “kingdom” consisted of a huge playhouse, gym set with two swings, see-saw and sliding board nestled on the best indoor turf money can buy.

On any given day, Princess Izzy would “hold court”. Steve, Bucky and Sam were her loyal subjects. She instructed them to sit on the floor, placing a tiara atop their heads with a feather boa wrapped around their necks and have tea. Y/N, Nat, Wanda and Tony stumbled upon Her Royal Highness having tea and crumpets with the over-sized commoners of “Izzy Land.” Snickering in the background, flashes of light captured the moment, as raucous laughter erupted.

As Father’s Day approached, Y/N planned something special for Bucky, but at the last minute, he and Steve were called away on a mission and didn’t know if they would be home in time. She and Izzy were disappointed, especially the little one. When Bucky left, Izzy always cried. He’d already made up his mind to leave the field once he and Y/N were married. Being a full-time husband and dad outweighed missions.

Saturday before Father’s Day, Izzy whispered in her momma’s ear the surprise from her to Bucky.

Later that evening, Bucky and Steve returned. Izzy jumped from the sofa in their apartment and ran to Bucky’s waiting arms.

“Buckwoo, Buckwoo you hwee!”

“Yes sweetheart, I’m here. Missed you and your momma so much.”

Izzy wrapped her tiny arms around his neck as far as she could and kissed him on the jaw.

Later that evening, Izzy was M.I.A. Y/N reassured her overprotective boyfriend she was hanging out with Wanda and Nat.

Bucky’s “Sugar Plum” was on a secret mission, planning her own surprise for him.

This is what she asked Wanda to write in his card:

“Dear Daddy Buckwoo, I wuv you. I gwad you wuv me. Tisses, Izzy you Pwincess”

(Dear Daddy Buckaroo. I love you. I’m glad you love me. Kisses, Izzy your Princess)

On the front, she colored three stick figures, Mommy, Izzy and Daddy Buckwoo and decorated the card with Princess stickers!

Father’s Day 6:50 a.m.

Bucky bolted upright at the sound of stirring in their kitchen. Making his way down the hall, there was Izzy, pouring cereal into one of her small bowls.

Nat helped her filling milk and orange juice into her cups with a spout the day before.

Bucky stealthily got back into bed. Y/N stirred. “Hey babe, what’s going on?

“Izzy has a surprise for me. Shhhh, here she comes.”

Ever determined to serve her daddy breakfast in bed, Izzy placed the cereal bowl, spoon, cups and card in her hot pink princess wagon and rolled into Bucky and Y/N’s bedroom.

Carefully, Izzy tip-toed to Bucky’s side of the bed and laid her hand on his face.

“Hey Sugar Plum, what’re you doing up so early? Is everything okay?”

“Happy Fodder’s Day, Daddy Buckwoo! Wookie, I got bweakfust fo you!”

Bucky was floored. There in front of him was the world’s cutest little girl, bringing him breakfast in bed.

“I made dis fo you. Te Te Wando wote fo me.” On blue construction paper were 3 colored stick figures and lots of stickers.

“Who’s this Sugar Plum?”

Smiling wide, “Mommy, me n’you Daddy Buckwoo.”

Bucky became emotional reading the message inside and Izzy thought he was sad.

“Daddy Buckwoo, awe you sad? Pwease don’t cwy.” Bucky lifted her on the bed into his lap.

“Oh Sugar Plum, I’m not sad. How could I be? I have you and your momma and I love you both so much. Thank you sweetheart for breakfast and my beautiful card. M’gonna put it on the fridge with one of your princess magnets.”

Izzy laid her head on his shoulder. “Kay daddy Buckwoo.” Y/N knelt down and pulled a beautifully wrapped box from under the bed, placing it beside him.

“We have another gift for you. Happy Father’s Day sweetheart!”

Inside was a leather jacket, the one he eyed 6 months ago. “Doll this is the jacket I wanted! How….when? I can’t believe it!” Bucky kissed both his best girls.

In return, Bucky opened the night stand drawer on his side of the bed.

Inside were two blue velvet boxes; one contained a pear shaped engagement ring for Y/N and the other a cute little heart necklace for their daughter..

Getting down on one knee, he asked Y/N to marry him and if he could adopt Sugar Plum!

Clapping while jumping up and down, the excited toddler sang, ♪♫♪ Daddy Buckwoo, Pwincess Izzy wuvs you ♫♪♫. Speechless, Y/N nodded her head, mouthing ‘yes’.

Father’s Day 2017 would go down in the annals of history as one of the best days of James Buchanan Barnes’ life. Not only did he have a stunning fiancee’, but also a daughter. Isabelle Marie, the apple of his eye.

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