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eclecticpatrolroadlawyer · 7 months

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Illicit affairs (chapter 1)

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are in arranged marriage. Bucky is having an affair. This is all it is about... Let's see where Y/n's fate lies... Should we?

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Bucky x Dot ...

Genre: angst, affair, unrequited love

'Love' The word floats between all of us on a soft gust of air. 'Deep, abiding, unconditional love. You want it so much you're willing to live for it' Most people think the greatest sacrifice they can make is to die for something. They are wrong.

The truest act of love someone can make is to live for something- to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you never recognize.

It is a tale of 4 souls twisted and helpless in their love lives. It is a narrative that contains some heartbreaks, the bitter taste of unreciprocated affection, and one that dared not to unveil itself- which takes courage to love for so long from a distance.

This is a story where one soul offered everything at love's altar, a vulnerable sacrifice, while another callously exploited that very vulnerability, sowing discord where passion once blossomed...

Y/n's pov

The room feels colder than usual as I stare out the window, my heart sinking with every passing minute. The anticipation is suffocating, and my patience wears thin. "Again," I whisper, the word heavy with disappointment.

I watch the street below, searching for a familiar figure that is yet to appear. The seconds drag on, and my anxiety intensifies. The lump in my throat grows, making it harder to swallow. A sigh escapes me, a mixture of frustration and hurt.

"He is late again."

I can't help but clench my fists on the curtains, the fabric bunching in my grip. The emptiness in the room echoes the ache in my chest. Tears threaten to spill, and I fight to hold them back. I bite my tongue, tasting the metallic tang of frustration as I try to steady my trembling emotions.

I force myself to look away from the window, taking in shaky breaths to regain composure. Each breath feels like a struggle, a battle against the rising tide of disappointment. I look up, my eyes blurred with unshed tears, and will myself to find strength.

Deep breaths. In and out.

I wrestle with my emotions, fighting the urge to crumble. It's a lonely battle, and the weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in the air. The silence is deafening, broken only by the echoes of my own heartbeat.

half an hour later

The sound of the door knob rattling pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to see him entering, supposedly from his so-called 'jogging' session. His disheveled hair and the hickey marks on his neck don't escape my notice, but I keep my gaze down, focusing on chopping the ingredients for breakfast. The rhythmic slicing helps channel my frustration into the task.

Silence hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of disappointment. I clench my jaw, determined not to let the emotions bubbling within me overflow. Why me, I wonder.

I put on a fake smile, a mask to conceal the turmoil beneath the surface. Breaking the tense quiet, I decide to confront the reality before me, choosing words carefully as I break the uneasy silence.

"How was it?"

The question hangs in the air as I continue chopping, my hands steady despite the storm raging inside me. The tension is heavy as I await his response.

He seems startled, caught off guard by the unexpected interruption to your silence. Nervously, he stammers a response.

"Huh? W-What?"

"Jogging... You went jogging, right?" I press, my eyes focused on the task at hand, but my peripheral vision catches his every move. I put down the knife, turning to face him with a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Oh, jogging... Yes, jogging... Yeah, it was good... good," he replies, the words rushed and accompanied by a forced smile. The tension lingers, hanging in the air like an unspoken truth, and I maintain my fake smile, masking the hurt that hides beneath the surface.

The question hangs in the air, a carefully veiled inquiry concealing the knowledge I already possess. "Bucky," I murmur, the weight of the question palpable in the room. "how many years has it been since our arranged union? One or two?" I lock eyes with him, searching for a flicker of guilt, a hint that he might confess to the secrets he thinks are well hidden.

The room feels heavy with the unspoken truth as I press on, my voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of accusation. "You would never hurt me, right?" I ask, knowing the answer even before the words leave my lips. His eyes betray a hint of unease, a fleeting glimpse of a man caught in his own web of betrayal.

I turn my attention to the task at hand, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter as I continue, "It's just, sometimes I wonder about our arranged marriage. Do you?" My words linger in the air, a calculated challenge, as I maintain a facade of innocence, masking the storm of emotions that swirl within me.

Bucky shifts uncomfortably under the weight of my penetrating gaze, his eyes momentarily faltering before regaining composure. "Uh, yeah, it's been two years," he answers, attempting to sound nonchalant. His attempt at a casual demeanor betrays a hint of unease, a subtle acknowledgment that he senses the underlying tension.

I maintain my facade, the corners of my lips twitching into a semblance of a smile. "And you'd never hurt me, right?" I press further, watching for any subtle changes in his expression. Bucky hesitates, a fleeting moment where the truth seems to hang in the air. "Of course not," he replies, the words lacking the conviction they once held.

As I turn back to my task, the air between us crackles with unspoken truths and concealed betrayals, creating a rift that neither of us dares to bridge.

Bucky's POV

Bucky's response hangs in the air, a weight on his conscience that he can't shake off. As I turn away, the guilt tightens in his stomach. He can't escape the unease, knowing he's betraying not just the arrangement but the person at the center of it.

He sighs, heavy with remorse, as he heads for the bathroom. The sound of running water becomes a feeble attempt to drown out the turmoil in his mind. Bucky leans against the cool tiles, steam clouding the mirror, mirroring the fog in his thoughts.

"What have I done?" he whispers, the weight settling in his stomach. The jog's facade crumbles, revealing the truth of his choices. The affair, the lies—it's a web tightening around him, and he's not sure how to break free without causing irreparable damage.

Under the shower's cold stream, Bucky stands, his hand braced against the tiles. The water pounds against him, a feeble attempt to wash away the guilt. As each droplet falls, he confronts the consequences of his actions. The arranged marriage, once a distant pact, now feels shattered. Bucky closes his eyes, trying to block out the guilt threatening to consume him. In the cascade of water, he faces the mess he's made, uncertain if there's any way to salvage the delicate threads holding their union together.

The cold shower beats against Bucky, a stark contrast to the heat of his thoughts. His hand tightens on the tiles as he battles the storm inside. The water's steady drumming echoes his emotions, a chaotic mix of regret and confusion.

"What am I doing?" he mutters, the words lost in the shower's noise. The images of his mistakes play on a loop in his mind—the marks on the neck, the messed-up sheets. It's a vivid reminder of betrayal.

The truth is undeniable. The affair breaks trust, a breach of the commitment he made, even if reluctantly, in this arranged marriage. As the water rushes over him, Bucky tries to wash away not just the physical traces but the guilt staining his conscience.

The fogged-up mirror reflects a man in conflict. His guilty eyes meet their own gaze, and for a moment, he doesn't recognize himself.

"What have I become?" The question lingers, unanswered, as he stands beneath the unrelenting water. The bathroom isn't a refuge; it amplifies the loneliness. Bucky is stuck in a silent struggle, torn between duty and desire, unsure if he can find a way out without leaving everything shattered behind.

Dot's POV

(girl with whom Bucky is cheating with)

"He is gone again," I murmur to myself, my gaze fixed on the fan dangling from the ceiling. The bed beside me feels emptier than usual, a constant reminder of his absence. The weight of silence settles in the room, and once again, I find myself engulfed in loneliness...

Every day, it's the same struggle. A battle between the promise I make to myself and the undeniable pull he has on me. "Every time... every day. I let him in," I admit in the quiet of my thoughts. The bed, cold and untouched, bears witness to my internal conflict. It's a routine of surrendering to a love that should never have blossomed.

"I can always stop," I tell myself daily, a mantra of resistance that crumbles with each passing moment. The realization hits hard — I'm ruining myself for him. The weight of guilt presses down as I acknowledge the gravity of my actions.

"I am so bad," I confess silently, my heart heavy with self-loathing. I'm entangled in an affair with a married man who has a loving wife. The reality of my choices echoes in the hollow spaces of the room. "I'm so sorry," I whisper to no one but myself, a futile apology to the shadows that witness my moral descent.

"I hate myself... I hate it," the thought echoes, a painful admission of the self-destructive path I tread. Love, tangled with regret, becomes a poison that seeps into every corner of my being. Yet, despite the self-flagellation, the ache for him lingers, a bittersweet melody that refuses to be silenced.

The room, my safe place, now shows the mess inside me. I turn from the fan's spin, lost in the shadows. The secret love has left marks, stains that no apology can wipe away. As I try to understand this mess of feelings, I wonder if I can ever fix the pieces of my self-respect that have shattered.

The words slip out in a hushed murmur, barely audible in the quiet room. "I am sorry." The weight of the apology hangs in the air, a fragile attempt to mend the fractures that linger between us. It's a simple phrase, but it carries the echoes of regret and a longing for forgiveness. The weight of regret settles in, and I can't help but wonder if these simple words will ever be enough to mend the fractures I've created.

The illicit affair has left its mark, a stain that no amount of whispered apologies can erase. As I search through the wreckage of my emotions, I'm left to wonder if the fragments of my self-respect can ever be pieced back together.

Not everyone gets the same version of me.

One person might tell you I'm an amazing beautiful soul.

Another person will say I'm a coldhearted bitch.

Believe them both, I act accordingly.

-love

Chapter 2

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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For the photo dump idk why but #8 feels like Higher love Ari or really any of the Bucky's

“Bucky! Seriously?” You wave the phone in your hand and roll your eyes, watching the super soldier’s eyes narrow and his jaw clench.

Hey so like in case there was any confusion

You’re fucking mine

“I don’t trust them.” His response is astute and possessive in its intent however its delightful enough to make your thighs quake. “And this is the first time you’re meeting them.”

The conversation comes to an end as the doors open and the party officially starts with Tony Stark entering the room with his arms raised deserving the ultimate victory prize for giving Bucky a penthouse suite.

“Barnes, welcome to your new home.” He greeted Bucky with a quick fired grin, and then looked at you. “Whose this?”

“My wife-”

“-girlfriend.” You scolded Bucky and threw him a look, feigning anger despite wanting to find his scowl adorable. “We’ve been on like 12 dates-”

“My wife, Stark.” Bucky’s tone grew persistent, his hand reaching for your waist as a means to pull him closer to you, or to pull you closer to him.

“What’s the story? How’d you meet?” Tony’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a dull and almost incomprehensible whir coming from his purple tinted glasses.

“You’re not serious? Bucky you can’t be serious-”

“I met my future wife while she was on a first date with my best friend,” Bucky’s grin was illusive yet warm, his artificial arm whirring as his fingers curled around your hand, “Steven Grant Rogers is the reason why we met.”

“You’re not saying that during our wedding-“

“Do you admit we’re gonna get married doll?” His teasing tongue found yours in a heated goodnight kiss, teasing and taunting you with the promise of a long night if this wasn’t your parting.

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“I’ve gotta get you a house first, and then a ring. I promise I will, darling. And then you’re mine.”

“Steve.” “Through Steve.”

“A house tour and a home-warming party.” Tony glazed over your dual answer and stepped aside, allowing the two of you to partake in the first glance at this penthouse suite Tony gave Bucky.

“A house-“

“-and then a ring.” Bucky whispered into your hair, kissing your temple softly. “I’m doing it all, sweetheart.”

“-she’s a teacher, Tony. She teaches elementary-“ Your attention shifted to the conversation you could hear between Steve and Tony, the prior conveying the same tight lipped story you chose to go with, when giving the answer of how you and Bucky met.

“-there’s more to it, Rogers. Quit holding out on me, pal.” Tony pressed, urging Steve to tell the duty details, and before you could have listened to the results of Tony’s nattering, a hand grasped yours and yanked you aside.

“Natasha,” Bucky’s eyes followed you, his voice taking a slightly deeper bite as he warned his friend and fellow avenger not to drag you too far.

“God, you’re beautiful. And your little girl…” Natasha bounced your little 18 month old baby on her hip, pleased by her grabbing hands reaching for her hair. “Auntie Natasha, you’ll call me auntie Nat, and we-”

“Natasha.” Bucky stepped close, his eye hovering on you and then your baby, protectively focused on both of you.

Focusing on his instant family. Even before the 12 or so dates in, Bucky was already endeared and enthralled by you and your child.

“Relax, Barnes.” Natasha prodded his shoulder with her finger and gently nudged him away. “Go relax, I promise to take good care of your girlfriend-“

“Wife.” Bucky corrected her, and stole a searing kiss from you before he kissed your baby’s forehead, giving Nat one last lingering warning.

“12 dates,” Natasha quirked her lips and smirked, “he was in love on date one.”

#Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes x single mom!reader #bucky barnes x singlemom!reader #Bucky Barnes x single mother!Reader

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Fluff, domestic cuteness, more fluff, I know it’s not everyone’s thing but pleaseee hear me out; just imagine beeeefy paramedic Bucky taking care of you when you’re in labor. You’re ex decided to leave halfway, realizing he wasn’t ready to be a father when you were already midway through your pregnancy, not that he was much help in the first place. You managed all on your own, ready to bring your little baby into the world all by yourself which is exactly how you ended up in this situation.

You were so close to your due date, ready to pop at any moment but your cravings for a donut didn't cease so you waddled down to the corner coffee shop in hopes of getting something with double chocolate.

Everything was fine until another customer bumped into you, sending you tumbling to the floor. A sudden sharp searin pain began to radiate through the lower half of your belly making you cry out in pain and it didn't take long for a crowd to form, the number of shouting voices and concerned faces adding to your growing anxiety. Al elderly woman held you hand while you tried to hold back tears; you couldn't get up, still laying on the floor when the faint sound of an ambulance grew louder.

A firm voice cleared the path, 2 large men walking towards you, ushering the crowd away from you first. The one with brunette hair crouches over to you, giving you a comforting smile before asking you a few quick basic questions, all while neatly looking over you for any signs of a major injury.

“Up you go, mama” he lifted you up with 0 effort, carrying you carefully in his thick arms, laying you down gently onto the stretcher. A sudden contraction rips through you causing you to panic more while your on your way to the hospital but he takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

"Hey, its okay, look at me doll, focus on me alright?" He continue to hold your hand while monitoring your heart rate and vitals, timing your contractions since they're happening closer and closer together. "I know it won't make the pain go away but how about I try and distract you, hm? My names James but you can call me Bucky" He threw you a wink while you tried your best to focus on the feel of his hand, calloused palms from lifting, yet soft and warm. You focused on his baby blue eyes and scruffy beard and sweet pink lips that curve into a half smile; no doubt he was a shy charmer.

As soon as the ambulance stops, you're whisked away to the delivery ward, poked and prodded by doctors again. None of this was part of the plan and the pain was getting worse.

"How's she doing" Bucky came by the ward on his break, curious about the sweet thing he helped earlier in the day; surely you had a partner of some sort but he couldn't help himself nonetheless. The doctor directed him to your room, his heart breaking seeing your tear streaked, terrified face.

"Everything alright, mama?" He knew you were scared, hell, he was scared himself just thinking about the situation. He rested his hand on top of yours, careful not to touch anywhere near needles. You'd been at this hospital for 2 hours already and you were still alone without another visitor in sight. "Is uh-anyone-do you want me to call anyone-

You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep it from trembling, gripping onto him tighter. The pain was becoming unbearable, alerting the doctor and nurse to check on you again.

"She's gonna have to start pushing" You overheard the nurse as she spoke to the doctor, your heartrate racing more. Your panic stricken face wasn't missed by Bucky, still planted in his seat as if he had any business being there. He debated on if you felt comfortable with him there, ready to go or stay, whatever you needed.

"Doll, it's almost time, I can leave-

"Please-please don't go" You shakily cling onto his hand, now frozen in fear when you realize the moment is coming. The baby is almost here and you're alone. There's no one here to support you, no one here to-

"M'not going anywhere, I'm here, you're doin' great" Bucky let you squeeze his hand as tightly as you wanted, coaching you through your breathing while you were prepared to have the baby. "C'mon, push mama, you can do it, almost there"

You were in tears, sweating, crying, and Bucky couldn't help but find you beautiful. Not that he'd say that right then and there but there was something so raw and powerful in that moment, seeing you give yourself to bring in another life. He watched in awe as you fought with your body to push a human out of you.

"One more, just one more and your little one is here, you can do it doll, one last big push" He dabbed your forehead with a cool cloth, comforting you until you let out a final gasp, tiny screams filling the room. You fall back against the bed panting and he still holds your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles while giving you a proud smile.

"You did it, you did amazing mama"

After your baby boy is born, you still occasionally visit the hospital for checkups. You can't help the way your cheeks heat up every time you see Bucky, giving him a shy smile, lingering to talk to him longer than necessary every time you see him. You insisted on buying him and the rest of the paramedic crew coffee and donuts for helping you safely deliver your baby boy. Bucky blushes when you give him an extra donuts as a special thank you.

Each time he sees you, he likes you even more but he doesn't want to push his luck. Not when you're probably still trying to figure things out. Initially he's a little unsure, wanting to give you some space. He's also careful not to overstep any boundaries, making sure he's respectful.

Eventually he can't help himself.

He has to ask you out.

And he does.

3 years and a wedding later

You giggle watching your husband and son both press their heads against your swollen belly, whispering secrets to the little one growing inside as if you couldn't see them.

"Daddy, can she hear us?" Daniel asks with wide eyes, his little hands trying to feel the places where his baby sister was kicking.

"She can hear you baby, let her know you're gonna be her big brother" Bucky chuckled while Daniel continued to talk to your belly like he did every night ever since you found out you were pregnant.

"I can't wait to meet you" He hugs your tummy before crawling into Bucky's arms, ready to go to bed. Bucky takes him to his room, laying him down and tucking him in, pressing a kiss to his head before turning off the lights.

"Sleep tight little man"

"Night, daddy"

Your second pregnancy is nothing like your fist. Bucky is there by your side for every second of it. He takes time off work, cradling your belly so you don't have back pain. He reads up on books to take care of your cravings. He worships your changing body.

"Look at you, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky cooed, loving the way you filled out his Henley, your little belly stretching it while you pouted at him.

"I'm huge Bucky" you whined while he grinned, rubbing your tummy.

"S'cause you're carrying my baby, mama" He kissed your head, his large form scooping you up for some midday cuddles. He holds your close to his chest, excited over his growing family. You smile against his chest, closing your eyes while he rubs your back.

You're so happy you decided you wanted a donut.

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+)- Masterlist

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader;

Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.

Gonna go ahead and give people a SMUT WARNING. 18+, MINORS DNI

More specific warnings will be added at the beginning of each chapter!

a/n: I am VERY excited about this fic and I hope y’all enjoy it! This story is COMPLETE as of September 30, 2022!

Main Story

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Epilogue

Updates

August 15, 2022 Author’s Note/Update

Deleted Scenes

Deleted Scene 1- Avery Calls Bucky Papa

Deleted Scene 2- Wedding of the Century

Deleted Scene 3- And Baby Makes Five

Deleted Scene 4- Take a Ride

Deleted Scene 5- Preteen Blues

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS LOU!! You deserve every like and follow. Congrats on 1,000!! 🥳 expect two requests from :)

Here’s my first request loves.

Plus-size read x Loki And Bucky/ Sugar Daddy AU 😉

Prompt 38 & 6 and trope 10 please:)

Once again congratulations Lou! 💋✨

Money Can't Buy Everything

Sugar Daddy!Loki x single mom!reader x Sugar Daddy!Bucky

Loki x plus size reader x Bucky

With one missed call, the whole world shifts

Warnings: references to teen pregnancy, age-gap (21 and mid to late 30s), sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied past BDSM, parental abandonment, little bit of angst, idiots in love

A/N: @lokiandbuckysdoll I love you so much!!!!!!!

WC: 2.4k

Minors DNI

6: “I want to have her babies.” 38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” 10: Single parent 6: Sugar daddy!au

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She hadn’t texted today. And considering that in her rules, she was required to contact them at least once a day, it was certainly strange.

Bucky stepped into his partner’s office, still staring down at her contact name on his phone. “Everybody out.” He barked, sending the occupants scrambling to leave, none of them keen on incurring Bucky’s well known wrath. Loki sighed, dropping the butterfly knife he was playing with onto his marble desk.

“Is there a reason you decided to interrupt my meeting, Barnes?” His green eyes narrowed at the bulky man who dropped into the black leather chair in front of him. He thrust his phone at Loki as he huffed and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Angel hasn’t called today.”

Loki hummed, taking the device and scrolling through their recent texts. “She has been quite busy with work lately.” Bucky’s dark eyebrows shot up. “We pay for literally everything for her. She shouldn’t be working, especially if it interferes with our agreement.” He hummed but didn’t say anything in response, just glancing at the scantily clad photo of her Bucky had been sent last night.

“It could be that you kept her up late.” He insinuated, handing the phone back. A faint pink blush spread across Bucky’s cheeks but he quickly covered it up with a cough. “We’ve both pulled all-nighters with her and she was still contacting us the day after. Besides, it was one little photo, nothing else.”

He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair, looking at the photo of her. She was wearing the red lingerie they had bought for her last week, the lace beautifully criss-crossing her thick curves, leaving her tits exposed, the crotchless panties showing her dripping folds. Bucky licked his lips before locking his phone so he wouldn’t get too distracted from the task at hand.

The agreement had been made a year ago when the two heads of Sword Inc., the most successful stock brokers on the East Coast, quickly becoming the most powerful in the country. The two men bumped into the young art major at a gallery opening and were enamoured by her innocent beauty and intelligence. It just made sense.

They wanted someone to spoil beyond belief and she needed the money, and a little bit of attention from two of the most attractive and incredibly sought after bachelors. They gave her everything she could ever dream of, and all they asked in return was honesty, consistent communication, no catching feelings, and an open mind.

A very open mind at that, considering they were two men approaching their forties with sexual frustration coming out the wazzu. But she always followed their instructions, gave them what they wanted.

But now, she had dropped off the radar, her location turned off, no updates to her instagram story. Nothing. And Bucky was starting to get worried.

“Have you considered it might be her time of the month?” Bucky rolled his blue eyes. “Yeah right, she always texts when she’s riding the red wave. Besides, she’s been busy a lot recently, she could be trying to pull away.” Loki sighed, rubbing his temples, his long black hair falling from the elaborate braids he liked to tie it in. The day was stressful already without his partner disrupting his carefully planned schedule.

Bucky loosened his navy tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “Well you can do what you want, but I’m going to check on her.” “You just want to get laid, Barnes.” He dismissed, turning back to the mountain of paperwork his secretary had dropped off this morning.

“Well that too but come on, she’s never broken a rule before, she could be seriously hurt.” Loki opened his mouth to respond but Bucky beat him to the punch. “If she isn’t hurt and is just being a brat, you know what we can do.” Images of their angel tied up with a vibrator strapped to her clit as they tortured her with pleasure flashed behind the man’s eyes, his black slacks getting tighter at the thought.

“Fine but I’m holding you responsible if any of these deals I’m missing today fall through.” Bucky smirked victoriously.

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The kettle was screaming but the woman paid it no mind as she rushed through her small apartment, picking up the mess as she went, trying hard to get as much done as possible while she had the chance. Wearing just a hugely oversized shirt which she stole from Bucky and some biker shorts, she was hardly the picture of sensuality. But she didn’t care how she looked right now, there were bigger things at hand.

She pulled the kettle from the stove, wincing as the steam bellowing from the spout burnt her hand. “Fuck.” She was already so close to tears, having stayed up the entire night, not getting a wink of sleep, as well as receiving a failing grade on a project she had spent months on, and the stress of an upcoming gala Loki and Bucky wanted her to go to next weekend had frayed her nerves.

Fat tears dripped down her cheeks as she collapsed on the couch that also doubled as her bed. Maybe she should break it off with them. Admittedly, they were the most fun she had ever had. They were attentive and sweet and could fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But the stress of being in a ‘relationship’ with them was becoming too much, especially when she had so much already on her plate.

Just as her breathing started picking up, panic truly settled over her chest like an elephant slowly putting pressure on her lungs, there was a firm knock at the door. Quickly standing, she straightened out her stained shirt, trying to at least appear somewhat put together. Another knock urged her on quicker.

“Coming!” She called out, stepping over the pile of laundry she had yet to deal with, her bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor. The woman unchained the lock and swiftly swung the door open, only to be greeted by the two men who she really didn’t want to see in this state. They looked down on her, concern immediately colouring their features.

“B-bucky, Loki! What are you two doing here?” She unconsciously stepped between them and the apartment, blocking their view. “You didn’t call today angel.” Loki stepped forward, forcing her to move one step back. “We were worried.” Bucky continued, stepping around her to enter the small space.

He observed the cheap apartment with disdain, obviously disgusted by the state of it considering how much money they gave her every month. Loki, instead, took their angel in his arms, cupping her plump cheek, thumb rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Are you alright angel? You don’t look well.” Attempting to look away, she swallowed the lump in her throat, tears threatening to escape once more.

“Y-yeah.” She cleared her thrust. “Sorry I didn’t call, I’ve just been really busy.” Turning out of his grip, she walked towards Bucky trying to prevent him from going further in. He eyed the couch, where a pile of blankets and a pillow lay, as well as an old cup of tea on the floor beside it.

They looked so out of place here. In suits more expensive than the apartment and everything in it, they stood out. They didn’t belong here. Her heart clenched in her chest as Bucky looked at her, clearly not convinced by her words. “Right. So you know that you’ve broken one of our rules. And that means…” He trailed off, letting the young woman fill in the blank.

She lowered her head in submission, avoiding both pairs of blue eyes. “I get punished. But!” Loki tssked, gripped her jaw in his long fingers, shutting her up. “No buts love, you know exactly what you signed up for when we made the rules. And since you are clearly alive and otherwise free, considering your state of dress. You should have called us.” She whimpered and tried to pull away but suddenly, Bucky was at her back, holding her in place.

His nose traced up her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, whatever shall we do with our little rule breaker? Oh I know-“

“Mama!” A little voice called out from the bedroom, a fit of coughs quickly following. She broke out of their embrace and scrambled into the back room, throwing open the door and disappearing behind it. The two powerful men glanced at each other, holding a silent conversation with their eyes before quickly following.

Their angel pulled a little bundle of blankets from the small bed, bringing it to her chest as she gently swayed, shushing as more whimpers rose from it. “You’re ok, bear. It’s alright. Mummy’s here.” She cooed, pulling back the blue blanket from their head. The toddler’s usual babysitter, the old woman across the hall, had gone home to visit her own children so she was on her own.

“You have a kid?” It was Bucky that spoke first, Loki was too entranced by the sight before him. She held the toddler close, eyes sad as they coughed once more, their little lungs straining. She ignored them, instead focusing all her attention on the child who looked so much like her, even down to the smallest of details.

The room was littered with expensive toys and high brand baby items. It was obvious now, where all their money went. Bucky kneeled and picked up a little stuffed rabbit that he had won for her on Coney Island during one of their dates. It was well loved, one of the eyes missing and an ear hanging on by a thread. He smiled fondly at it, standing back up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell either of you.” She muttered quietly, still urging the child back to sleep. “I couldn’t afford for her to get hurt. I wanted to but then I- I started catching feelings and I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” Her voice was shaky and close to breaking. Bucky approached her, gently placing the rabbit in the little girl’s grasp as she reached from the blanket, getting a contented squeak in reply.

Loki’s arm wrapped around her thick waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, staring down at the beautiful child in her arms. “You don’t need to apologise angel. We understand. Your first priority was your baby. I just wish we could have helped you out more.” He planted a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

The baby fussed once more before little snores escaped her lips and her mother moved to tuck her back into the bed, laying a small kiss to her overheated forehead. “Come one, she needs her rest.”

She led them back to the living room. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Bucky cupped her wide hip. “Go sit down, doll, I can take care of that.” Loki took her arm, bringing her onto his lap as he sat on the couch. He hugged her close with a firm grip so she couldn’t escape. “Now, why don’t we start with her name, that seems a good place to begin.”

His angel wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfy as Bucky poured three cups of tea. “Orsa.” A beautiful smile overcame Loki’s features. “A wonderful name. And how old is she?” The girl relaxed, happy to finally talk about her daughter to the men she loved. “She’s turning three in a month.”

Bucky sat on the small coffee table, the wood creaking under his weight, and handing over two of the mugs, taking a sip from his own. “And the father?” She waved him off. “You don’t need to worry about him. High school boyfriend that split as soon as he found out.” He nodded.

“And what’s this nonsense about what we deserve?” He growled, making her shrink in on herself and bashfully hide behind her cup. “I don’t think you’d want to deal with a single mom who lied about practically everything in order to become a sugar baby to get money to feed her kid and pay for college.”

Loki sighed, letting his head fall onto her back, trying and failing to disguise his laughs. “And what did you lie about my sweet?” Bucky placed his metal hand on her knee, encouraging her. “I have a kid?” “And…” He prompted.

“And…” She echoed, pausing, thinking. “So you aren’t a 21 year old art student from a small town in the Midwest who wants to be a teacher?” Loki teased, voice light and full of humour. “I-“ “We don’t care that you’re a mom, we love you all the same. Maybe a bit more now cause that kid is so darn cute.”

She beamed. “You love me?” Leaning forward, the blue eyed man cupped her cheek gently, pecking her slightly chapped lips. “More than anything.” He whispered against them, pulling away so Loki could do the same. The woman settled against her beau once more sipping from her cup. Bucky made a surprisingly good cup of tea.

“So, I’m guessing that’s why you have been busy.” She nodded. “Orsa’s been sick the past couple days and I’ve been struggling with her and college.” “Ok, so let us help you, I’m sure we are capable enough to take care of both of you. And then, once Orsa is better, you’re moving in with us so we can keep a better eye on you.” Bucky winked.

She tried to object but Loki cut her off. “No arguing angel. Now, how about you sleep for a while and when you wake up, everything will be taken care of.” Slumping against the lean man, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, not having the energy to tell these men no. She’ll put up more of a fight later.

Once she was fully asleep, Loki lounged on the couch, stretching his long legs so that the young woman could rest on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heart. He gazed lovingly down at her, giving a kiss to the crown of her head, laying a hand on her back to keep her in place.

“So, I guess the no catching feelings rule is done for.” Bucky chuckled, picking up her discarded cup to put it down beside him. “I don’t think that rule would’ve ever stayed.” “You’re not wrong there.” He glanced at her once more. “I want to have her babies.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. One step at a time.” “Yeah, you’re right, we have to get married first.” Loki sighed. “I should’ve stayed at work.”

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Blue is for Ben

Summary: Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you’re waiting for the elevator in his building, and he’s instantly captivated by you.. and your son.

Chapter 1 of the Blue is for Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 2

Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: a very family-focused story, lots of kids media references cause I’m a nerd, briefest tiniest mention of reader having been pregnant, they talk about why she’s a single mom, mild language, lots of cheesy flirting, pet names, Bucky being a sweetheart, I think that’s it?

AN: I don’t know where it came from, but I love this piece and have so many more ideas for it!! But rather than writing a 2 million-word jumble of nonsense, I figured I’d break it up into a little series 😂 I probably won't write it in order, just as inspiration strikes, so I hope you like it!! This one is very kid-focused, I don’t plan on it being that way the whole series though cause I’m horny I used to be a babysitter so a lot of this is inspired by my personal experiences, and I got attached to little Ben real quick 😂 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, ily 😘

The first time Bucky met you, he was making his way to the stairwell on his way out of the building, returning your pretty smile as he caught your eyes. You had a large purse slung over your shoulder, a thermos in the same hand as a ring of keys – your phone and a large folder in the other – and a little boy crouched by your feet. You stood gracefully on a set of simple heels, pencil skirt and flowy blouse accenting your figure nicely, though clearly making your tasks just that much more of a hassle.

“Mama they’re broken,” the little boy beside you whined. Bucky did the best he could not to listen in on the conversation, to keep his eyes ahead of him…

“They’re not broken, Ben, they’re just on the wrong feet.”

“It feels weird when I walk, I don’t like it.” The whine was getting more and more desperate. Bucky had a strange fondness for children, he always had, and he could tell the child’s already small level of patience was wearing thin.

“I know baby, but we’ve gotta get going,” you pleaded. And then you were struggling with the items in your hand, the restrictions of your outfit… “I’ll fix ‘em in the car for you, okay?”

“Hey, those are pretty cool shoes. You want some help?” he heard himself say, timidly making his way back towards your little party. Between the two sets of eyes looking at him – one adorably large set contemplating a stranger, and your captivating ones that were practically screaming a silent thank you – he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

When Ben nodded his head, looking up to you for approval, your voice was soothingly gentle as you spoke to him. “What do you say?”

“Thank you…” His little voice was much more timid than before, shyer now that it wasn’t just him and his mother.

“You’re welcome.” He couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped through his smile as he kneeled down to be at eye level. “Are these your favorite color?” he tried, attempting to break the ice a little as he tapped on his shoulder for Ben to hold onto.

“Mhm. Blue is for Ben,” he nodded, instinctively hoisting his foot in the air for the super soldier to remove.

“Do you remember what letter Ben starts with? We learned it yesterday,” you prompted, and when Bucky looked up he caught your gaze, looking reverently at your son as his large hands delicately removed the offending shoe. Bucky looked back to the boy in his hands, raising his brows in anticipation for the answer. After a few moments with nothing but a confused look on Ben’s face, he started mouthing the letter for him, making whispered sounds to jog his memory…

“B! Ben is for B!” he exclaimed, so proud of himself that he momentarily forgot why the muscular man was there in the first place, and Bucky laughed as he reached back out for the other foot.

“Good job, buddy,” he encouraged, catching your exasperated smile in his peripherals. “Y’know, B is also for Bucky. That’s my name.”

This time he looked directly at you as he said it, knowing he probably shouldn’t be flirting and that your husband would likely get a kick out of this story later, but dammit he couldn’t help himself. And when he was rewarded with a bashful smile? Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked away from him for a moment… Married woman or not, he still had it.

Ben, however, was ecstatic. “We’re the same!! Is blue your favorite, too?”

“It is! We have a lot in common, don’t we?” Ben nodded as Bucky adjusted the velcro strap on his right shoe, each foot finally in its proper place. Before he could say anything more, he heard the chime of the elevator arriving, and felt a pang of disappointment at the prospect of having to part ways so soon.

“Are you going down with us, Bucky?” you asked gingerly, and he couldn’t help but hold your gaze as he stood up to his full height again.

That was the day he started taking the elevator.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to realize he was absolutely enchanted by you. Every upward tilt of the corners of your lips, each quirk of your brow, and he clung onto your words like his life depended on it. He got your name and couldn’t help his own muscle memory, smiling sweetly at you as he repeated it, enjoying the way it felt on his tongue. He learned that your day was full of first-week of preschool jitters, your first day in the office after working from home, and that Ben was very eager to show off how well he knew his numbers.

“You’re four? You’re almost as old as I am!” he’d said as the elevator reached the lobby floor, and he urged the boy to follow out behind you.

“How many are you?” He was not as quick with a response this time, and he glanced back up at you in his hesitation, met with raised eyebrows and a sly smile sneaking onto your face. Oh, you knew. But before he could come up with a good answer, Ben filled the silence. “Is it a big number, like… like one hundred?”

The knowing snicker that you tried to hide as you snapped your head away from him lit his body on fire.

“Yep, that’s how many I am,” he grinned down at Ben, watching the little boy’s astonished face as he heard your amusement get the better of you. He wanted to make you laugh like that again…

He shouldn’t, he knew better.

And yet, there he was, helping load Ben into your car. ‘I don’t have anywhere I have to be, I’m happy to lend a hand,’ he’d said when you tried to insist he didn’t have to. There he was, smiling as he chatted with you like a teenager with a crush as you loaded your own things into the passenger seat. There he was, giving you his phone number –which he tried to tell himself you wouldn’t touch– in case you ever needed a hand.

…

Bucky sat alone in his apartment, the tv lighting up the room with some rerun of a sitcom he hadn’t seen, and a large bowl of instant noodles his excuse for a dinner. It had been a few days after your first encounter, having caught you most mornings on his way out. It was pathetic, really, how quick Bucky was to make an excuse to leave the building at the same time he knew the two of you would be starting your day. This morning was the first he didn’t see you, and he wondered if it was even more pathetic that the rest of his day felt like there was something missing.

His phone buzzing on the opposite end of the couch pulled him from his thoughts, being a well-needed distraction.

Hey, it’s the struggling mom from the elevator 😬 I hope it’s not weird to say, but Ben asked about you this morning. You made quite the impression on him, he doesn’t usually take to strangers so easily 😅

His breath caught in his throat as he saw your message light up his screen, reading it over a few times as something warm bloomed in his chest at the image of little Ben asking about him. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he’d discarded the bowl in his hand, practically leaping for his phone to reply, and watching with bated breath as he opened it to find you still typing on the other end.

I know I’ve said it before but I really appreciated your help the other day (and yesterday with his lunchbox 🤦‍♀️) You saved me from a whining 4 year old, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful 😂

I’m happy to help. I’d be upset too if my cool new bag had a smudge on it. I’m just lucky I was able to get it off.

Oh gosh, could you imagine if it didn’t?

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you sent a video on loop of a child rolling around on the floor in a tantrum.

She actually texted. This is good…. No, this was not- well, it wasn’t anything. You were simply engaging in a conversation with a neighbor, one your son seemed to take a liking to. Nothing else. Stop it.

And yet, with every reply he could hear your voice saying the words to him, see your bright smile as you snarked back at his jokes… Maybe the conversation started about Ben, and the boy was the main topic a good chunk of the time, but it didn’t stay that way. Soon the two of you would send messages back and forth like you were old friends, and it was the highlight of his day.

He would get texts from you in the middle of the day about how boring work was, and he would try – and sometimes fail – to restrain himself from joking about coming to rescue you. Late at night, you would ask if he was watching anything good on tv, looking for recommendations to replace Disney Junior while you had a sleeping kid on top of you. That usually came with an instant play-by-play of your thoughts on whatever he’d turned on for the night, your detailed opinions of the current Friends episode always making him laugh.

And it always made for interesting conversation at the elevator, which –after knowing he was missed– he made sure never to forget, even if he didn’t technically have anywhere to be. It led to a lot of early morning walks and trips to the coffee shop, but if it meant being a part of your morning routine, it was worth it.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep during the episode last night,” you’d started one morning as the two of you waited in the hall, and he made a scrunchy face at you, having ‘scolded’ you a handful of times not to apologize for sleeping of all things. “Did you finish the rest of it? What did you think?”

“Honestly? I can’t stand Ross, I don’t know what Rachel sees in him,” he grumbled, though he was delighted when his comment earned a laugh from you in response. “That’s the relationship they’re gonna keep pushing, isn’t it?”

“Unfortunately,” you smiled, turning your attention to Ben as he made his way back to you, his backpack in one hand while his other was closed tight. “Did you find it?” The little boy opened his palm to reveal a colorful bouncy ball.

“Yep! I think it bounced outta my backpack ‘cause it wanted me to play with it,” he shrugged matter-of-factly. You and Bucky shared a look, though neither of you chose to debate or entertain his notions so early in the morning. Instead, Bucky got down on his knee and motioned for him to come closer.

“I’m sure it does want to play, but Mama said it had to go away for school. Let’s get that in your bag so it’ll be there for you later, okay?” He nodded as Bucky reached for his bag, helping unzip the small pocket in front to stow away his prize, and instinctively turning around so the super-soldier could help secure the little blue bag on his shoulders.

“Can I press the button this time?” he asked as he gripped the straps tight in his little hands.

“You are the best button-pusher here,” Bucky reasoned, posing as if it were a fact not to be debated. When Ben smiled, he nodded over to the illuminated buttons on the elevator panel, a grin of his own forming when the little boy excitedly hopped to complete the task.

Looking back to you though? Oh, he was in trouble… Your eyes were already on him as he stood up, and he could feel his cheeks changing to a new shade of pink under your gentle gaze. He’d seen this look before, one often directed at Ben as the two interacted during your morning rendezvous, and his cheeks started to burn with the boyish grin that had snuck its way onto his face.

“What?” he asked in a breathy sort of laugh, shocking himself with how nervous he felt to open his mouth. Your soft smile grew to something a little more shy as you shook your head.

“Nothing, it’s just… You’re really good with him, Buck,” you admitted, and he could have sworn that the rest of the world had disappeared around you, only vaguely aware of the littlest member of your party floating around your feet. “Sorry, I don’t know if you like being called that, I didn’t mean-”

“No, Buck is fine,” he assured before you let yourself get too far, subconsciously reaching his hand out to rest against your arm. You can call me whatever you want…. No, that was too friendly. “I go by Bucky mostly, but I don’t mind James either. Only a few people can call me Buck, though,” he teased, making a mock-serious expression.

“Well, I’m honored to be one of ‘em.” Before he could even wrap his head around the thoughts in his head, and which ones he shouldn’t be entertaining, the chime of the elevator pulled him back to reality. A small hand latched onto his vibranium one, a gesture that had melted Bucky to his core the first time it had happened, and he was dragged into the elevator with you trailing along behind.

…

He saw you every morning. He’d gone to the coffee shop nearby enough times that they knew his order and had it ready by the time he made it to the counter. He would text you through the day, looking forward to stealing more of your time when Ben was asleep, fighting the nagging voice in the back of his mind that said he shouldn’t. But the first time he’d ever seen you in the afternoon, it had come with a request.

I got suckered into buying too many groceries for one trip. If you’re free to lend a hand, there’s a munchkin who wants to talk to you

“James, let me carry something else, please,” you pleaded as he lifted Ben high enough to push the button that shut the trunk of your car. He made a scrunchy face at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he gave you an indirect absolutely not.

“C’mon, you’ve got frozens,” he snarked as he made his way towards the building entrance, waiting for you to open the door for him as he carried a handful of grocery bags with his vibranium arm and a content preschooler settled in the other.

“Bucky! Did you know that it’s an Autumn right now?” he asked excitedly, his little hands finding the chain of the dog tags hanging around his neck.

“I did, is that what you learned about at school today?” He held onto the child a little bit tighter as he nodded enthusiastically, shaking his whole body. “What did you learn about autumn?”

“It comes after the summer, aaaaaand it’s when the leaves turn orange and fall down, and it gets cold before the snow comes,” he listed as your party got cozy in the elevator, something you’d grown accustomed to doing.

“That’s right bud, good job,” he chuckled as he watched Ben’s focus shift back down to his dog tags. “You can look at those if you’d like, you just have to be careful. They’re kinda special,” he reasoned, and his heart melted when he felt Ben’s hands become more hesitant as they reached oh so gently for the plates with his name on them. And when Bucky made eye contact with you, he had to stop himself from laughing as you watched your son like you were waiting for disaster to strike.

He had half a mind to remind you that if they’d managed to stick around for his ninety years, they could survive your four-year-old. But in favor of not ruining the moment, he kept it to himself, letting Ben fiddle with them silently.

“You need to give Bucky a real big ‘thank you’ for carrying you, which he absolutely did not have to do,” you said very pointedly as you stepped out onto yours and Bucky’s floor, waiting for the boys to catch up.

Ben was comically gentle as he set the tags back on his chest exactly where he’d found them, before launching to throw his arms around the soldier’s neck with an exact opposite amount of force, squeezing him in a tight hug as he muttered a soft ‘thank you’ by his ear. By the look on your face, he could tell you were waiting for a more audible confirmation of your son’s manners, and he shot you a wink as he squeezed the boy a little tighter in reciprocation. Appeased, and a little more flustered than before, you continued to walk down the hall.

Down his hall.

There was no way… you couldn’t have been this close the entire time.

Bucky could see his own front door at the end of the hall by the time you were setting your one grocery bag on the welcome mat to fetch your keys, only a few doors away from his own. He stood there dumbfounded as Ben began wriggling out of his arms, wracking his brain to remember if he’d seen anything from your door as he distractedly set the child down.

Snapped out of his trance by Ben trying to yank one of the bags out of Bucky’s hand, he handed over one of the lighter bags before following the two of you through the door, trying to ignore the way his heartbeat picked up as he helped get all the bags on your kitchen counters.

“Thanks again for helping out, Buck, I really appreciate it,” you said, and he couldn’t bring himself to say anything that wasn’t incriminating as he stood in your apartment, resorting to a friendly nod in reply. “I won’t torture you with putting it away, but maybe if you’re free, I could pay you back with dinner?”

His heart jumped to his throat. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion as he contemplated your offer, one hand propped up on your hip as you leaned against the counter with the other, smiling sweetly at him.

“I- well, I don’t want to impose…” he managed rather sheepishly, beating himself up internally. He’d been dying for a chance to get to know you better for weeks, and here it was! The only thing holding him back was the creeping suspicion that any second you might be joined by another family member… one that would ask who the hell he was, and why he was flirting with you.

“You’d actually be helping me out,” you started, and something in your tone let him know you saw right through him. It was almost nerve-wracking, to be seen so clearly. But it was also strangely exciting... “I don’t know how to cook in small batches, I always end up with a lot of leftovers.”

“I’ve been told I have a big appetite,” he warned, Sam’s disgruntled voice ringing through his head at the invitation. ‘You super-soldiers eat all my damn food, you’re like a garbage disposal…’ “I- well, I might not leave you with any leftovers.” You simply shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t really have room in the fridge, anyway.” He started smiling, knowing that was a flat-out lie as he’d just carried up most of the items that would fill it. You were challenging him. Was it weird that he liked it?

“I don’t want to steal you away from your family time,” he reasoned, and you donned an exasperated grin. You said nothing as you used the counter as leverage to begin removing your shoes.

“Well if you don’t want to come over, that’s fine, I won’t force you to deal with us,” you threw nonchalantly as you walked past him to set your shoes by the front door.

“I- hang on, that’s not what I said,” he defended. You turned back to look at him as he propped his hands on his hips, your stubbornness a rival only to his own, and a challenge he didn’t plan on backing down from.

“Then what’re you making excuses for?” He watched you for a second with furrowed brows, and when neither of you said anything his eyes followed as you made your way to the handful of grocery bags on the counter.

“Excuses?”

“You’re acting like you’re some great burden,” you shot as you began unloading some of the bags. “I won’t lie, it’s breaking my heart, Buck,” you stated with a pouted lip, and the fact that you knew exactly which nickname to use to break him made his stomach twist itself in a knot.

One way or another, you were going to be the death of him.

“Alright, I’ll come over, save your guilt trips,” he grumbled, unable to hide the boyish grin on his face when you giggled at your own victory. That, for him, was his own personal prize. “Can I bring anything? Wine, or dessert, or… ?”

“Just that big appetite.” Your velvety tone sent chills down his spine, and before he could even process a response you shot him a wink. He felt his cheeks turn an embarrassing shade of pink, doing his best to look anywhere but at you as you walked him out the door.

…

A few hours later, he found himself pacing at his front door, losing the internal battle with himself to check his appearance in the mirror one more time. He’d traded his t-shirt and leather jacket for a simple button-down tucked into the dark jeans on his hips, convincing himself it was to fit both a casual dinner invitation or a formal meet-my-husband kind of night.

He was desperately hoping for the first option, or at the very least, not the second one. The cologne he was wearing wouldn’t be the only incriminating factor if it was.

But when you opened your door he found you barefoot in a pair of jeans and a comfortably oversized sweatshirt – one that had certainly seen better days – a wooden spoon in one hand, and a large smile to welcome him in.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice! Making me feel a little underdressed,” you teased, earning a sheepish grin as he silently followed you through the door.

“Overdressed and empty-handed… looks like I’m batting ‘o’ for two,” he teased, closing the door behind him and settling awkwardly in the kitchen as you went back to the stove.

“I told you not to bring anything, James.”

“And my mother wouldn’t have let me live it down, you’re lucky she’s not around to hear about it,” he grinned, a fleeting image of his mother attempting to scold him as he towered over her flashing through his mind, and it brought a familiar warmth to his heart as he watched you.

“Well if it was a formal dinner invitation, I would understand. But I’m about to heat up Spaghetti-Os since apparently his highness doesn’t like my soup anymore, so I think she’d cut you some slack.” You said pointedly, emphasizing your words loud enough for the four-year-old to hear over his cartoon.

“Soup is yucky! Bluey noodles is better!” He exclaimed with conviction from his spot laid out on the ottoman, kicking his feet in the air behind him. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh quietly, not only at Ben’s determination but also at the eye-roll you shot your son from the kitchen. He walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your arm, meeting your gaze as you looked back at him.

“Let me try something,” he winked, pleased when you nodded towards the living room with clear interest. “Y’know Ben, I heard something about your mom’s soup… they say it gives you superpowers.”

“What?” The little boy laughed, his attention piqued as he looked over at the super-soldier. “What kinds?”

“C’mere I’ll show you.” Ben spared a glance at the blue and orange dogs on the screen giggling in high-pitched voices, and it took him a second to decide… but in no time he was toddling over to the kitchen and reaching for the vibranium arm. Bucky spared a look at you as he lifted the smug child with one hand, delighted by your subtle look of admiration, before tucking Ben into his side and leaning him over the pot on the stove.

“I don’t see any superpowers! Jus’ beans,” he whined, though he continued to cling onto Bucky’s bicep as he kept searching.

“They look like beans, but those ones give you a super fart,” he half-whispered, keeping up the appearance of a well-guarded trade secret as the boy started giggling. “They’re a special superhero kind, right Mama?” He shot at you, testing the name on his tongue, rewarded with a look that sent chills right through his core.

“That’s right, but don’t tell anybody!” You played along, made impossibly prettier by the mischievous smile on your face.

“And what do those do?” Bucky leaned back as Ben’s little pointed finger nearly went into the pot.

“Carrots? Those uh, they make you see really really far away,” he recovered, grabbing the boy’s little hands with his free one and tucking them between his chest and Ben’s body. “But your superpowers won’t make your hands hurt less if you touch that, it’ll burn you.” Ben giggled as his little hands were squished firmly right up close to his body, leaning his head over to keep looking into the pot.

“What about corns? What powers does that have?” he asked, clearly entertained by this new game, but Bucky was at a loss. Of all the vegetables he’d been harped on to eat as a kid, he couldn’t remember anything for corn besides ‘it’ll fill you up,’ but that was a common requirement during the depression. He spared a glance to you for help, his mind reeling for something appealing that would sell your son on the idea of dinner, and watched with wonder as you handled the situation with unwavering grace.

“What do you think it does?” You waited patiently as Ben weaseled his hand out from its prison, tapping his chin with one finger as he contemplated his options. It would’ve taken more effort than Bucky possessed to wipe the spreading grin from his face at the little boy’s antics. Always such a goof…

“Corn makes you super speedy!” He said after a moment, finger pointed up in the air like he’d made a brilliant discovery.

“Y’know, I heard about a guy who was super fast, you might be onto something,” he reasoned, pretending to be very serious. “I’ll have to ask his sister if he ate a lot of corn.” Ben was delighted by Bucky’s story, and he was drawn to your knowing snicker as you turned away from the two of them.

“Momma, did you make my Bluey yet?” he asked timidly, and the super-soldier waited with bated breath to see if his plan had made any difference.

“Not yet baby…”

“I think I’d like to save it for another dinner.”

“Yeah? Are you gonna have some superhero soup?” He asked with uncontained enthusiasm. Ben nodded his head with a wild force, and a wave of pride surged over Bucky, perfectly happy to playfully deposit him on the ground and send him to the table.

“James Barnes, you’re a miracle worker. Where’d you learn that trick?” You half-whispered in astonishment as you grabbed bowls – three bowls, no more than your present party– and began scooping the varying portions. He donned a dopey grin as he watched you, momentarily emboldened by the implication of having no other dinner guests, propping himself on the counter with one hand.

“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve, I had a feeling that one would come in handy.”

“You made it up on the spot, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, I’ve never heard that in my life.” Your laughter as you turned back to the pot was enough for him to do it all over again.

Ben happily ate his entire serving in the time that it took Bucky to take down three of his own, only continuing to take more because of your stubborn insistence he keep eating until he was satisfied. Your son continued eagerly telling his 100-year-old friend about every detail of his day at school he could remember, even venturing into the details of last week’s recess and the entire plot of the last episode of Paw Patrol while he had a captive audience. Bucky shamelessly stole glances at you when Ben would pause for a breath – or to recharge his superpowers – and wanted the image of you smiling sweetly back ingrained in his brain.

Despite the four-year-old’s ability to talk, he was up and out of his seat the second he was excused, leaving the two of you at the table alone as cartoons were resumed in the background. And as much as Bucky loved listening to that little boy talk about everything under the sun, the time alone was well-needed. He had questions for you.

“Well, since you wouldn’t let me bring anything, how about I clean up?” he offered, already anticipating the fight you were about to put up. He stood from his chair with his bowl in hand, reaching for Ben’s blue one as you gave him a look.

“How about not? I invited you over for dinner, that’s not fair.”

“I think it is. You cooked,” he said simply as he tried to grab your bowl before you snatched it away from him, a look of amused incredulity on your face, doing nothing to deter the hand he held out to you.

“And?”

“And you shouldn’t have to clean, too.”

“Why? I do it every night. Who else is gonna do it, Ben?” you teased, and he admired the playful glimmer in your eye as you looked up at him. He looked at you for a moment, evaluating his next move with the admission you didn’t know you’d made. No one else to do the dishes, no ring on your finger, no fourth bowl at the table… Which gave him a clear conscience to flirt with you as much as you would let him.

He was gonna have fun with it.

He stepped closer to your chair, watching the grin spread across your cheeks as you backed into the seat as far as you could, trying to take the bowl with you. But with his clear advantage in height and range, you didn’t stand a chance. His vibranium fingers gripped the bowl and brushed over yours as he leaned down a little closer to you.

“I think it’s time you had a night off, sugar,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower than usual, watching your eyelashes flutter in response to the pet name that fell out of his mouth.

“I already told you no,” you managed through your quiet laughter, but your grip on the bowl was already letting up.

“I wasn’t asking.” You locked eyes for a few moments, and he could see the gears turning in your head. But your grin grew wider as you looked away bashfully, relinquishing your hold on the dishes in front of you. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to do the dishes in the sink. I tried to clean while I was cooking, so I’ll-”

“I said you got the night off, don’t make a liar outta me,” he snarked as he walked over to the sink, setting the bowls in his hands off to the side as he unbuttoned his cuffs and prepared to get to work, more than pleased with the look you wore as you watched him roll his sleeves.

Some tricks never get old.

“Did your mother know how stubborn you are?” You asked as you settled into your chair to watch the show, and he chuckled under his breath.

“I’m a Barnes, we were all that way,” he threw over his shoulder, and the warmth in your soft giggle sent a shiver up his spine.

“All of you? Like, you and your siblings?” you asked sweetly, resting your face in your palm, leaning against the table.

“My sister and I, yeah. Rebecca and I were trouble in our own right,” He’d known you kept up with the Avengers and so-called heroes he was often associated with, but it still surprised him sometimes when you seemed to catch onto him, who he was.

And how rather than shying away from it, you almost seemed to lean into it.

“You seem to know more about me than I know about you,” he started, hoping to start his interrogation without making it seem as such.

“Well, you have the image of your face plastered up on a wall in the Smithsonian to blame for that one,” you shot back at him, and he smiled as he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the soapy dishes in front of him. He’d have to put a pin in that one for another time, make some snarky comment about you looking into him. “But because I don’t have one of those, I guess you’re gonna have to start asking questions to keep up.”

Were you flirting back at him? He hoped with everything in him that you were because he liked it a little more than he probably should have.

“Alright then, you got a tidbit about my family…”

“A tidbit. I’m weirdly fascinated by the idea of a sister,” you reminded pointedly, and he grinned at the thought. And then swallowed the lump in his throat as he braced for his next question.

“We talked about the Barnes family… what about uh, well, what about you?” Smooth. An awkward delivery for what could have been a normal question. “I, well I mean, I know it’s you and Ben, but uh…” He couldn’t even get the next words out of his mouth, struggling to find the right way to say… “What about Ben’s dad?”

Or, you know, just say it completely outright. That works too. Nice move Barnes.

“I was wondering when you were gonna ask,” you lilted, your voice smooth and velvety and… oh boy, it did things to him. He risked a glance at you over his shoulder and found you cocking your eyebrow, looking like the cat who caught the canary. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long.” And, prompted by the look of confusion written across his face, you added, “I’m no dummy, James. I know what ‘where’s your husband’ or ‘who’s Ben’s dad’ means.”

“I, well, I-I didn’t mean to, uh,” he stammered, and he could feel his cheeks turning a ridiculous shade of pink in his embarrassment. Was he embarrassed? Or was he just caught off guard when you caught him in the act and still flirted back?

“Don’t get all shy on me now, I kinda like havin’ you flirt with me in the elevator,” you giggled, and he couldn’t help the cheeky grin that graced his cheeks.

“I-I’ll keep that in mind,” he managed, an air of his cocky attitude coming back.

“I suppose you still want an answer to your question?” you teased, leaning back in your chair comfortably as you watched him, seemingly pleased by how much you’d flustered him.

“If you’re willing to give it, I’d love to listen. I uh, I’m obviously biased... But if you don’t want to, I won’t push.” He was a little surprised when your face softened at his words, deciding not to read into it.

“I don’t mind,” you chuckled lightly at his sentiment. And then, nonchalantly, you answered; “Ben’s dad isn’t in the picture.”

“I’m not sure if I should be offering condolences or celebrating,” he poked, put at ease when you hummed in amusement.

“No no, it’s… I’m honestly indifferent.” Indifferent? He hadn’t even had a chance to look confused before you were putting your hands up to stop him, and he let you explain. “It’s… it’s kind of a complicated answer. His dad was a summer fling; it was fun while it lasted, and when it was over we parted ways. No hard feelings, and no plans to ever see each other again. And then I found out I was pregnant.”

Your gaze dropped to your hands for a moment before you looked out into the living room at the little boy on the couch. Bucky did the same from his spot at the sink, finding Ben as happy as could be with one of his stuffies under his arm, a twin to one of the characters on the screen.

“How’d he respond?” Bucky asked without taking his eyes off of your son, and suddenly there was an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was ugly and angry at the idea of the man who chose not to be part of Ben’s life, and he was just short of clenching his fists in an attempt to keep it from overflowing.

“Well… I uh, I never told him.” He looked at Ben for one more moment before turning back to you, having rested against one of your palms with your gaze fixed in one direction without any focus.

“That’s uh, the selfish decision I made. I didn’t give him the opportunity to decide how he felt, I decided for him. Which means I decided for Ben, too.”

“I'm sorry, what makes that selfish?” His tone could have been a little gentler, but when your eyes met his he knew he got the point across.

“Well, cause either I was going to tell him, or I wasn’t. And if I told him, I ran the risk of him being horrible. What if he was a bad influence on Ben, or tried to fight me over custody? What if it took a few years for him to show his colors, and I’d have to start our life over from scratch?”

“And you avoided all of that, for Ben’s best interest and your own.” Bucky left his spot to make his way across the kitchen, quick to pull one of the chairs up in front of you. He reached gently for your hand, easing it into his right hand to brush his thumb across, while his vibranium one rested on your knee.

“And what if he wasn’t any of that?” You whispered, the weight of that statement preventing you from speaking any louder. “What if he was wonderful? What if he’s always wanted to be a father, and I hid that from him? What if he was a great partner, or at the very least, a really good dad?” You took a shaky breath and put on a smile as you looked back at Bucky. “That’s the selfish part. Because the reality was that I didn’t love him, and I didn’t want to try. And he could have been all of those things, but I didn’t want to deal with a cooperative co-parent, I didn’t want to have to collaborate on how our child was raised, I didn’t want to have to drop him off every other weekend… He was my baby, and I wanted him all to myself. So I kept it that way.”

Bucky sat with your admission for a moment, more to give you a minute to breathe than anything else. He saw you in a new light, his view shifting from someone he was tentatively intrigued by, to a remarkably strong woman he was a little bit crazy for; from a pair of pretty eyes to a fierce protector, the mother of a wonderful little boy.

He wasn’t just a little crazy for you, and it should have scared him how quickly he’d fallen head over heels for you, or how fast your son had weaseled his way into the old soldier's heart.

But it didn’t.

He took both of your hands in his, holding them firmly to emphasize his words. “None of that makes you selfish, not in the slightest.” You rolled your eyes as you huffed in amusement.

“You wanna say that again when he’s fourteen asking why his dad isn’t around? I just… I have regular conversations with him about how families come in different shapes and sizes, and it’s working for now, but… but I’ll always dread the day he figures out someone had to be his dad, and he’s not there. And I think ‘because I didn’t want to share’ feels like a pretty shitty answer,” you laughed, but your insecurities came spilling out of it, and it broke Bucky’s heart.

“Well when you say it like that, then it does. But if you explain it to him the way you just did to me, he’ll understand.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Believe it or not, I was a young man once. A long time ago, but I was,” he started, trying to remember who fourteen-year-old James Barnes was, running around the streets of Brooklyn with a scrawny blonde kid.

And then he thought of his mother. Winnifred Barnes’s stern warnings and warm smiles…

“I was a momma’s boy, just like Ben. I was stubborn, I was stupid sometimes, and I know I drove that woman up a wall, but I loved my mom.” When your eyes began to glisten as he spoke, he paused to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. “He might be mad at you at first. He might yell, or demand more answers… but he’ll come around.”

He couldn’t help but brush a stray hair behind your ear as he waited for you to hear him, really hear him. And he knew the second you did because you glanced over at the living room and tried to hide your face from him when your emotions took over.

“Your eyes look really pretty when they’re all watery, but I didn’t mean to make you cry, sugar,” he teased.

“Sorry, I just…” you paused and turned back to him, eyes sparkling as you looked over him, sending a shiver down his spine. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you make it easy to talk to you.”

“Sounds like you’re gonna have to keep doing it then.”

“Yeah? You don’t mind all my winded stories and mom struggles?” you teased, a smile gracing your lips, sweet and soft and kissable.

“Can’t get enough of ‘em,” he admitted quietly, watching your lashes flutter as it came out a little husky. “I want all your stories.”

You tucked your bottom lips between your teeth, and it made his head spin. He was getting ahead of himself, but when you looked up at him through your lashes, you were making it harder for him to restrain himself.

Before either of you could act on your thoughts, you heard the tv pause from the living room. Dragging his eyes away from you, he turned to see the four-year-old happily shuffle into the kitchen, and Bucky heard you take a breath to compose yourself before the little boy noticed. Ben was clearly none the wiser about the conversation that had been taking place, saddling up beside you and silently placing his hand on your thigh – something he had learned to do when he didn’t want to interrupt.

“Yes baby?” you asked sweetly, and Bucky watched in amusement as the little boy climbed up into your lap to whisper something in your ear. You tried to help from shying away as his very loud whisper tickled your ear, looking back up at Bucky when your son had finished. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Can I keep my superpowers if I have ice cream?” Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.

“Yeah, you get to keep ‘em. Is it okay with Mama if I get you some ice cream?” Ben looked back at you with wide eyes, and you nodded excitedly.

“Yes!! She sayed yes I can!” Bucky gave him a wink and patted the outside of your leg before going to grab Ben a bowl, but he was stopped by another question once he was up out of his chair. “Bucky?”

“Yes buddy?” he chuckled.

“Can I sit in your lap with my ice cream?”

He took a moment to watch the pair of you sitting together – looking up at him with varying expressions of admiration – and felt something deep within him shift, as if some final puzzle piece he didn’t know was missing had slid into place.

“‘Course you can, kiddo.”

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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Heat on High

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Singlemom!reader

Warnings: *each chapter will have its own warning* smut, cursing, fire

Part 1: Nice to meet you

While moving into your new apartment you meet your neighbor Bucky and quickly form a friendship

Part 2: Fire Hazard

After a long shift all Bucky wants to do is go to bed, but when he hears your fire alarm go off he's quick to swoop in and save the day

Part 3: Cookies

Deciding to thank Bucky for putting out the fire leads to him asking you out

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imaginationintowords · 1 year

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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

Chapter 8

Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2991

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“Natasha, did you want me to call dinner in?” Sam calls out to her, walking into their living room where Natasha was sitting on the couch. She was on her laptop going over her schedule for the work week ahead of her.

“Yeah, I’m down for whatever you want to eat,” she tells him, as he walks in to sit next to her.

“I’m going to order from that Indian place we like,” he sits down next to her, pulling out his phone to place the order.

“What the hell,” Natasha says, looking down at an email.

“Okay, then I won’t order Indian.”

“No, Indian is good,” she says, “I just got an email from Diana Prince.”

“Really?” He says looking over at her laptop, “Why?”

“What the hell,” she pauses, reading over the email.

“What?” Sam says, leaning over to try and read the email.

“She’s asking if I’m representing Bucky in a custody battle with [Y/N],” she tells him.

“What the hell?”

“I know,” she says confused, “Did you know he was going for full custody?”

“No,” Sam shakes his head, “I’m more confused as to why Diana Prince would be contacting you about this and not Loki or Pepper, or someone else in the family law department.”

“Babe, I’m just as confused as you are,” she says, “She mentions how my name was brought up when meeting with [Y/N]. What would [Y/N] even tell her? I’m not a family law attorney. She knows that. Why would I, a criminal defense lawyer, take on a child custody case?”

“I mean if she says [Y/N] mentioned you, you kinda have to assume why, right,” Sam says.

“Why would she even bring up what's going on between us in a meeting with her lawyer? How does that make me involved in this custody case?” Natasha says, completely dumbfounded why [Y/N] would tell Diana Prince she had any involvement in this, “Diana Prince is the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my fucking personal life. Especially one that now involves her new client.”

“Very bold of her to get Diana Prince on the case,” Sam says, knowing Natasha’s history with Diana.

“She clearly doesn’t want to lose custody.”

“Yeah, but that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Sam says, “Why would Bucky even threaten to take Daisy away? I get things between them haven’t been as great as it was pre-engagement but I just don’t see him going straight to that option. It’s very unlike him.”

“Very unlike him,” she agrees, still lost in thought over the entire situation, “That’s the last thing he would do. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Daisy.”

“Do I just ignore it?” Natasha turns towards Sam, “Do I respond back? Do I call Bucky?”

“This is clearly a private matter between Bucky and [Y/N]. And he clearly didn’t want us to know. But,” he pauses.

“But what?” Natasha pushes.

“Thinking as a lawyer. You don’t really want to let Diana know that. Right? That you don’t know what’s going on. Because for all we know Bucky could be doing just that, and seeing as we are way too close to the situation. We ethically shouldn’t be involved as his attorney.”

“So should I call him?”

“There is one other person that comes to mind that he might’ve asked. The only person in our group who’s an actual family law attorney.”

“Do you really think Loki would do that? Plus he’s on paternity leave,” Natasha says.

“He might. If Bucky asked.”

“So do I call Loki?”

“No. Because if he didn’t then we would just be gossiping about something that you and I are clearly not supposed to know,” Sam says.

“So do I call Bucky?” She asks again.

“That’s probably the best option.” He shrugs, still unsure about this whole situation.

“Okay,” she sighs, and picks up her phone.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?” Bucky answered the phone.

“So I’m just going to be straight up with you,” she says.

“Okay, about what?” He asked, taken back by her greeting.

“So I got an email from Diana Prince, regarding a custody battle between you and [Y/N],” she tells him, “she was basically asking me if I was representing you in this custody battle.”

“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” Bucky deadpans.

“It would be a very sick joke,” Natasha tells him.

“I can’t believe she’s really doing this,” Bucky sighs. Natasha can hear the exhaustion laced in his voice, “If she only listened to me for five fucking minutes she would see that this has been completely thrown out of proportion.”

“So you’re not filing for full custody?”

“No, fuck no,” he says, “I just wanted us to meet up with a lawyer to have our agreement made legal. So we can’t fuck each other over.”

“So you don’t have a lawyer?”

“I do,” he tells her, “but not in the way she thinks I do. I asked Loki to help me draft up our agreement. Nothing would really change aside from the fact that we both need to communicate better with each other. And that she can’t do anything shady regarding Daisy. Like for instance she can’t just move Daisy away from me. That we both need to be in agreement when it comes to Daisy.”

“Honestly I just needed a legal way to protect myself as Daisy’s father,” Bucky stresses.

“Yeah well it looks like it’s going to be way more than just that,” Natasha sighs, feeling sorry for Bucky and the situation he’s currently in.

“I’m not trying to take Daisy away,” he says, “I would never do that. That would just do more harm towards Daisy. And I would never in a million years put that stress on her. She doesn’t need to be dragged into this shit show of a mess, purely because her parents have a hard time communicating.”

“That’s why I was so confused why Diana Prince would even email me regarding this,” she tells him.

“I can’t even imagine what she’s telling Diana about this whole situation,” he sighs in defeat, feeling a headache coming on, “the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my life.”

“That’s what I said,” Natasha says.

“Just don’t email her back,” Bucky tells her, “I’ll talk to Loki about it, and have him send her an email explaining the situation on Monday, after I talk to [Y/N] tomorrow when she drops Daisy off.”

“Okay, if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask,” Natasha tells him before they hang up.

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Bucky spends the early evening scurrying around his little townhouse, getting things ready for when Daisy gets dropped off. He already had dinner ready for her on the stove.

The knock on his door takes him by surprise for a split second. He quickly goes over to open the door, expecting to see [Y/N] and Daisy. He definitely wasn’t expecting Clark to be with them also. He can’t help but to let out a light scoff.

Guess this is how it’s going to be now, he thought.

“Daddy!” Daisy exclaimed, throwing her arms around his legs.

“Hi honey,” he smiles, hugging her.

She lets go of his legs and runs off to go put her backpack in her room.

“Can we talk?” Bucky asks [Y/N], “just five minutes.”

“I don’t think that’s best,” Clark says.

“No offense but I was talking to [Y/N],” Bucky says, annoyed not bothering to look at Clark, “Please [Y/N]. It doesn’t have to go down this route. Please just let me explain everything and you’ll see this was all just a misunderstanding.”

“What route are you talking about?” She asks.

“I’m not an idiot, [Y/N]. I know you’ve got Diana Prince representing you. In whatever you think this might be.”

‘You’re the one that set that in motion the moment you told me you got an attorney to discuss our custody agreement,” she tells him, “you did that Bucky.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he tries to keep his voice down, so Daisy can’t hear them.

“But you threatened me that you would.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Daisy yells, as she comes skipping into the room. All the adults go silent.

“Okay, Dais,” he smiles, “go wash up and dinner is all done in the kitchen.”

“Can we watch Frozen while we eat?” She asks, eyes lighting up.

“Of course,” he smiles at her as she runs off with a squeal.

He turns back to the door, “Please [Y/N], don’t do anything yet. Please. Just give me a moment to explain everything.”

“I’m sorry Bucky,” she shakes her head, “it’s already done.”

Bucky just stands there in shock.

“We should go,” Clark says, ushering her away from his front door, he turns back towards Bucky, “from now on I think it’s best if we just go through our attorneys. We won’t be discussing this with you any further than needed.”

Bucky stood there watching them walk away. Fighting every inch of his body telling him to punch Clark in the face. He really wanted to. But the last thing he wanted was for Daisy to see any of that drama. Plus he knows that the couple would just use it against him.

“I’m ready Daddy,” Daisy says, coming back into the room.

“Sounds good,” he closes the door, and turns to look down at her, “let's eat.”

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After making sure Daisy is asleep for the night, Bucky calls Loki.

“Hey Buck,” Loki answers, “How did it go?”

“Bad,” he answers, “So bad, that I guess now we have to talk through our attorneys.”

“Really?” Loki asked surprised that this is all coming down to this.

“Apparently so,” he says, collapsing onto the couch, “Clark made sure I knew to no longer discuss this with them.”

“Who did [Y/N] get to represent her?” Loki asks.

“Diana Prince,” Bucky tells him.

“You’re kidding me?”

“Nope. Apparently [Y/N] told her she thought I got Natasha to represent me.”

“Why would she? That doesn’t even make sense.”

“None of this is making any sense anymore,” Bucky sighs.

“I’m just going to ask this one final time, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Loki asks him.

Bucky pauses for a moment. He knows he can end it all right at this moment. If he were to tell [Y/N] that he is dropping it all and just wants to keep things the way they were, she would. But he knows that it won’t change anything and things won’t be like how they were. They just simply can’t and now he has Clark to worry about.

In the end he’s doing all of this for Daisy, if he gives up it almost feels like he would be.

“Yes,” Bucky says so surely in his answer, “This is the only way now.”

“I’ll email Diana Prince, letting her know that I’m representing you, along with the agreement we have drafted up. I’ll also go ahead and set up a meeting for all of us to talk it through,” Loki explains how this is all going to go down, “have your secretary send your schedule to mine so I can pick the date that works best.”

“Okay, I will. Once again Loki, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me,” Bucky tells him.

“I’m sure that’ll change once you get my bill,” Loki jokes.

Bucky lets out a boisterous laugh. He hears a crying baby in the background.

“I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll let you get back to the family.”

“Just one last thing,” Loki says before hanging up, “Be prepared for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Things are probably going to get worse before they get better. But don’t let it get the best of you. Child custody cases really know how to bring the worse out of a person. Just try not to let it affect you. You know you’re a good father. Everyone does, including [Y/N]. At the end of the day, this is all for Daisy.”

“Thanks Lok, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

“Goodnight Bucky,” Loki says.

“Goodnight,” Bucky hangs up the phone.

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“Do you have those samples for the Tanner’s kitchen remodel?” [Y/N] asks Valkyrie as she walks into her office.

“Yes, I do,” Val says, digging through the items on her desk, pulling out the samples needed, “they ended up changing the cabinet colors. Again.”

“Again?” [Y/N] sighs, “this is the third time. Are they serious about keeping this color? Because I’m headed to finalize everything with the contractor.”

“Might want to give them a call before you go.”

“Will do,” she sighs, grabbing the samples.

“Is everything okay?” Val asks, noticing [Y/N]’s stressed out look.

“Things have been a bit stressful at home,” [Y/N] says.

“What’s going on? Feel like I have no idea what’s been going on with you lately,” Val says.

“Yeah, we haven’t had a girl’s night out in awhile.”

“It’s been a couple of months,” Val says, festering to the chair in front of her desk for [Y/N] to sit.

[Y/N] takes a seat and sighs.

“So what’s wrong?” Val asks.

“Bucky and I are about to get into a custody battle.”

“Wait, what?” Val says surprised by that confession.

“Yup,” she sighs, “Bucky got a lawyer a couple of weeks ago.”

“Why? I thought things were good with your agreement?”

“So did I,” [Y/N] says, “until he mentioned wanting to have a meeting with his lawyer to discuss our agreement.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He thinks I’m going to just move and take Daisy with me without considering him.”

“Are you moving?” Val asks.

“No, I don’t plan on moving,” [Y/N] shakes her head, “at least not in the next five years. Also I wouldn’t take Daisy away from him. But he seems to think otherwise. And now things are escalating way too fast.”

“Was something just not working with your agreement?”

“He wouldn’t say. He just kept saying he has to protect himself,” [Y/N] says, “I have never once threatened to take Daisy from him. I’ve never tried to use her as a pawn. Things have always been good between us.

Things have never been this bad between us. Not in all our years of friendship.”

“I mean things were bound to change,” Val says, “especially with you getting married.”

“But me getting married doesn’t mean I’m going to take Daisy from him.”

“Yeah, but maybe he needs this as reassurance.”

“But why does it need to be this extreme?”

“He is a lawyer,” Val shrugs, “Maybe you two just need to sit down and talk it over.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a very good idea at this moment,” [Y/N] sighs, “we got into a bad argument. Clark thinks we should keep it short and anything regarding this should be discussed through our lawyers.”

Valkyrie is taken back by this information. She’s surprised Clark is having any say in this situation.

“Don’t you think that just talking through your lawyers is a bit extreme?” Val asks, hoping to maybe get [Y/N] to change her mind and just talk to Bucky.

“Maybe.”’

“Also don’t you think this should just be between you and Bucky?” Val says, “No offense to Clark, but do you think his involvement might be playing a part in all of Bucky’s frustration?”

“Maybe,” [Y/N] ponders over that thought, “Probably. Most likely.”

“Do you want Clark involved in all of this?” Val asks.

“He’s been very helpful with the whole situation,” [Y/N] says, “he set me up with his lawyer friend who will be representing me. He’s also going to be Daisy’s stepfather once we get married. So he’ll have some sort of say.”

“Yeah, that is true,” Val nods, “but you guys aren’t married right now. Do you think Bucky finds his involvement in all of this to be a bit…much?”

“I’m sure he would prefer Clark to stay out of it,” [Y/N] says, “I’m sure he sees it as Clark interfering on something that doesn’t involve him, and potentially making things worse.”

“Do you think Clark will make things worse?”

[Y/N] takes a moment to ponder the question. She knows Clark is just doing what he thinks is best for her, and he’s been so incredibly helpful and supportive through all of this. But even she knows Clark’s input will be more biased towards how he sees things and how it’ll affect them as a couple, future family.

She thinks back to being in the lawyer office and them discussing holidays. [Y/N] never wants to exclude Bucky in anything especially when it involves their daughter. So she never saw their holiday agreement as anything strange, it was their normal. She never saw it being an issue. That’s mostly because it was never an issue. She and Bucky grew up in New York, both their families are there, so it was always easy to include everyone in everything. With Clark not being from here, it does change things. She knew he wanted to say more on the holiday stuff, but chose against it. And she meant to bring it up to him, but she just doesn’t know how to go about it. Plus right now her only focus is Daisy and this thing with Bucky.

“[Y/N],” Valkyrie softly calls out, breaking [Y/N] from her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I think Clark just makes things more complicated.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Both?” [Y/N] thinks out loud.

“I guess only time will tell where the scale will tip,” Valkyrie says, leaving [Y/N] to ponder more with her thoughts.

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The Lodger-Chapter 1

(My first Bucky fic! Un-beta’d, my mistakes are my own. It shall be a multi-chapter fic, warnings will appear before every chapter but it’s mostly just fluff. Please Enjoy!)

Fic Synopsis: After the events of TFATWS, Bucky is just looking for something normal, something familiar. Will he find that by renting a room in a Brooklyn townhouse?

Reader was just looking for someone reliable and trustworthy to rent out the room that’d been vacant for far too long. The last thing that she ever expected was an Avenger, especially one who was so good with her son.

Sunlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains cascading over the long unused furniture. Dust particles danced along the soft sunbeams, a reminder of just how long it had been. For six months the spare room in your house had gone vacant. It was closer to seven by the time you’d realized it. In your opinion, the room was a steal. The price point was fairly reasonable, given what you were offering versus other properties in the area. But for some reason you weren’t able to keep it rented for more than a few week or so, each lodger only using it for a transition space and some of them stiffed you on the rent. It wasn’t the price, it certainly wasn’t the look of the place.

For a moment you thought it was the other house occupant who was causing the problems but for the life of you, you couldn’t dare blame him. After all, he was your son. Max was a precocious and inquisitive 8 year old, with a love of space and all things cosmic. He might’ve been a little chatty with the lodgers but never annoyingly so. He knew when someone wasn’t interested in conversation and respected their boundaries. You’d taught him well and were proud of him. He definitely wasn’t the problem.

Yet, the room remained unoccupied.

You weren’t sure how long you could keep the house if the room wasn’t brining in revenue, eventually you’d have to sell and move somewhere else. You really didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to leave the beautiful townhouse your late husband had chosen with you, it held too many wonderful memories that you couldn’t imagine parting with. You could only wait and pray for the right person to fill the vacancy in your home.

With a sigh you closed the door and prayed to the universe for someone good to see the sign in the window.

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He let out a sigh as he closed the door to his apartment. He’d chosen it for the location more than anything, somewhere near where he used to live. He could afford it but it just wasn’t the same as he remembered. The city itself wasn’t the same anymore, but he knew it wouldn’t be. Too much time had passed and he no longer recognized Brooklyn anymore. He thought the problem was the busier parts of the city, there were just too many people now and threats felt like they were everywhere. He couldn’t relax enough to not be on guard at all times.

Instead of staying close to the main hub he ventured further out to more suburban areas, hoping to find something different. A place to really call home in this century.

He walked for quite some time rather aimlessly, wondering if there would ever be a place that would feel like he wanted it to. It would be nearly impossibly in this day and age to find somewhere with actual postings. Most things like this happened on the internet, according to Sam. Finding one in real life was highly unlikely.

He considered turning back, heading to his empty apartment until he came upon a small townhouse. It was a beautiful building in a quieter part of Brooklyn. His Ma would’ve never been able to afford a place like that back in the day, that’s for sure. Especially not with the wonderful way the lush ivy draped over it. The brickwork was even in pristine condition, honestly it was a gorgeous house.

As he observed and appraised the building, the most amazing thing happened. In the bottom window was a neat sign in cursive writing.

“Room for Rent. Serious inquiries only.”

There was a number underneath and for some reason Bucky wanted nothing more than to call it immediately. He could envision himself in a quaint home like that, somewhere not too close to the city but close enough. What were the chances they would accept him as a tenant? Most people were scared of him, or rather the person they thought he was. Still, he wrote the number down. It wouldn’t hurt to try…right?

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Your phone rang as you stirred dinner.

“Max, can you keep an eye on the soup while I get this?” You asked your son, who was sitting at the table finishing his homework. He nodded and got up, taking the spoon from you. He smiled at the contents of the pot, his favourite soup that he’d been smelling since he got home.

The number on your phone was local but unknown, most likely an inquiry for the room. You sent a silent prayer to whatever deity could help you with this before picking up the call.

“Hello?” You asked, hopeful.

“H-hi hello,” A distinct and deep male voice said back. “I am calling about the room for rent? Is-is it still available?”

“It is.” You said calmly, even though you were too excited that you had an actual inquiry. “Are you interested in seeing the place before you commit?”

“I-yes.” He said back, sounding nervous. “Is that okay?”

“Of course! I work from home so whenever works for you. Any day between 9-2 would work for me, except weekends.”

“Oh I uh…yeah, does tomorrow work?”

So soon? He must really need a place. Hopefully he wasn’t a bad person, you couldn’t have that around Max.

“Yeah, you know the address so just give me a time.”

“Noon?”

“Sounds good. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said.

“I’m Bu-James, I’m James.”

You nodded at the name. “Well, I will see you tomorrow, James.

“See you then.”

He hung up and you looked to your son, who was now nearly drooling over the soup.

You shook your head and chuckled.

“Give me that, weirdo.”

He laughed. “Can’t help it Ma, your French onion is the best!”

The comment warmed your heart as you wrapped your arms around him. It was his Dad’s favourite too.

“Well then, we should finish it and get it in your belly. Whatcha think?”

“Yes please!”

You kissed the top of his head before checking the thickness of the soup.

“You’re in luck! It’s done.”

Max clapped happily and got out the bowls, waiting to be served. He took his hot bowl to the table carefully, eager to eat. You watched him fondly as he tasted that first spoonful. Letting out a noise of happiness, he began eating with gusto.

You couldn’t help think about the lodger, would he fit in with what you had here or would he just be another person who kept to themselves? Would he even want to be in the place?

You’d just have to wait and see.

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Bucky was nervous. He hadn’t been nervous just to look at a place since the first time out of cryo. He really needed this place, he just hoped he would be accepted, he didn’t even care what the interior looked like. As long as it had a locking door and they didn’t mind his nightmares, it would be ideal. Maybe even perfect. He adjusted his stupid tie, the one that Sam insisted he wear. But he felt so stupid, his hair was even slicked down a bit, like the old days. It made him look professional but again, didn’t help him feel less like a fool. He rung the doorbell, hearing it not fully ring the whole way.

“Coming!” A voice said from behind the wood.

He tried not to let his heart beat too fast, but the female voice from over the phone sounded so warm that previous day. He was wondering what kind of person she would be.The door opened and he was floored, the most beautiful dame he’d seen in a long time was standing in front of him. He’d seen many beautiful women before but the one now standing on the other side of the door put them all to shame, effortlessly so.

“James?” She asked after a moment, breaking him from his thoughts. He was there to see a room, not ogle a stranger.

He coughed. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Come on in.” She stepped aside, making enough room for him.

He gulped and made himself as small as possible, entering her home.

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You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you thought of the potential lodger, but it was certainly not him. James was an extremely handsome man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen. His chocolate brown hair looked to have been styled haphazardly but it suited him quite well. He seemed to be made of solid muscle but was purposefully hunched over to seem small. He was trying to make you feel comfortable, and you appreciated it.As he walked past you into the hallway, you could smell the scent of him and damn if it wasn’t completely intoxicating. It’d been a while since you’d interacted with any man, let alone one as attractive as James.

You cleared your throat to stop thinking about it, to maintain some sort of professionalism. “So, uh, the room is this way. It does have a separate entrance which is very secure.” You explained.

He nodded and followed you to the extra room.You opened the door with a key and showed him.

The room itself was already furnished, as you’d hoped it would attract renters. It used to be your husband’s home office, but you’d converted it after he had died. You needed the extra income. It had its own ensuite bathroom for convenience and had good access to the kitchen without traipsing through the entire house.

“You can go in if you’d like.” You prompted.

He nodded and walked in, eyes searching around the space.

“How…how soundproof is the room?”

You were a little nervous at the question, unsure of what to answer. Was he a big partier?

“It’s just that I uh-” he looked uncomfortable. “I have nightmares sometimes.”

“Oh.” You replied, that wasn’t so bad. Better than you were expecting really. Many people had nightmares and by the looks of him, James probably had some nasty ones. “Well, it’s decently quiet down here. I’m sure we could look into a long-term solution if it becomes a problem. That is if you’re a good fit.”

He nodded again, understanding what you meant. It would suit him well if it worked.

“There is…a small matter before you make any decision, and me too I suppose.” You told him, hoping it wasn’t a deterrent and praying he was a trustworthy person.

He looked at you questioningly.

“Any one who lives here needs to be safe around kids.” You stated.

He thought for a moment. “Y-you uh-”

“I have a son. He’s 8.” You said. “If you can’t legally be around kids or they make you uncomfortable, you can tell me now and this tour can be done. I won’t put my son in danger just for the extra cash.”

“I-I understand.” He said. He had noticed some small items in the hallway that looked to belong to a child and his mind went back to the photos on the wall. Could he really do it? Stay in a home with a mother and child? He wouldn’t be a danger to them, he would never hurt a civilian. Plus, with the locking door and extra entrance he could avoid them as much as possible if need be.He would be an idiot to turn the place down. With all utilities included in the rental price, it was a steal in Brooklyn even with his residual army payments he’d been getting since the pardon. But before he agreed, you’d have to know who he was. Maybe you’d say no to him. It was a possibility and he didn’t want to be out of the running just for who he was.

“I’m not dangerous.” He said to you. “But you should…you should know who I am.”

You raided a brow, a little apprehensive.

“Do you know who Steve Rogers is?” He gulped, nervously.

You just nodded a little.

“Well I’m…My full name is James Buchanen Barnes…”

“Oh.” You replied simply. You knew that he meant, you knew who he was. The former Winter Soldier used to be all over the news before the Blip.

“I understand if that takes me out of the-”

“I have no problem with it.” You cut him off. “As long as you don’t bring any aliens around and put my son in danger, I’d really like having an avenger around.”

“Oh-I’m not…not really.” He blushed, hun hunching over more.

You held out your hand to him. “All of this is dependant upon Max’s opinion and a checking of your references but I’d like to offer you the room.”

He looked at your hand and then back up to your eyes. He took your hand softly and shook it.

“I’d like that.”

“Great, I will call you later with the final opinions and we can go from there.”

#bucky x reader #reader insert #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x single!mom reader #marvel #mcu imagine #tfatws #bucky barnes x reader

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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 2

masterlist | req masterlist

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

✨ - fav fics

Status - Complete

1. through his eyes by @sebbytrash

Bucky x Reader

Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

2. pastel colors by @the-canary

Teacher!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.

3. appointment by @buckycuddlebuddy

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.

4. my eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

5. hard feelings by @gayouijaboard

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

You’re a mutant born with the ability to read and feel other people’s emotions. Steve thinks this means you can help Bucky figure out his triggers and learn to communicate what he’s feeling, but no one ever said he was planning on making your job easy.

7. just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing✨

Bucky x Reader 40’s AU

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

8. FATWS series by @cjsinkythoughts

TFATWS!Bucky x Avengers!Reader

Series based on the show

9. that summer by @tellmealovestory

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You’ve spent every summer since you were a child in the idyllic beach town that you call home three months out of the year. This summer should be no different except for the addition of Bucky Barnes. Sparks fly upon first meeting, but it’s only a summer fling, right?

10. hey neighbor by @moonbeambucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

11. snow by @delaber ✨

Bucky x Reader

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

12. vacant mirrors by @whirlybirbs ✨

Bucky x Reader

shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

13. the cupcake guy by @nacho-bucky

Baker!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Baking has become Bucky’s creative outlet, and the root of his recovery. He’d love to launch it into a full-time job, but he needs a good partner -- business, and...you know...kissy-kissy.

14. as it was by @heli0s-writes

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Sam warned him when he arrived at the compound, returned to the timeline he ran from: It’s different now, she doesn’t do the superhero thing anymore, she’s got another life now, but he wouldn’t listen. He can’t. He must hope that some things are the same, that your love is the same.

15. choosing us by @itsanerdlife

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You were content with your life. The way your life was. Till you take on the Barnes Twins. Kindergarten’s worst nightmares.Epic love wasn’t in your cards. Fate didn’t deal you in, this lifetime. Till James, aka Bucky, Barnes sets his sights on you. It’s not right, you can’t. Right?Love doesn’t have a timeline. There is no set amount of time to tell you what you feel. For the way things progress when you fall in love. Can you get everything you ever wanted with Bucky and his boys, or is it just too fast?

16. looking for a heartbeat by @justreadingfics

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. Now, it’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

17. burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines ✨

Bucky x Spy!Reader

There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.

18. the lost husband by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Reader Country AU

Starting again was never easy. Recently widowed, you now have to start this process over in a place you once called home. Staying with an old family friend seemed like the simple solution. Until a blast from the past comes back into your life, stirring up long lost memories. Whether you’re ready for them or not.

19. life as we know it by @whitestarbucky ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart.

20. merry & married by @sunriserose1023

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone.

21. have I made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you? (enemies to lovers)

22. recruit by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Fury gives Bucky a simple mission that’s also guaranteed to be impossible. But Bucky refuses to give up.

23. stable by @revengingbarnes

Bucky x Reader Bookstore AU

Bucky Barnes. Owner of one of the only three bookstores in town. Quiet. Shy. Peace-loving and reserved. Bucky’s life has been one big routine. Nothing is out of place. Nothing is out of the ordinary.

24. the lucky one by @avengerofyourheart

Bucky x Single mom!Reader

As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

25. catch me by @buckyywiththegoodhair

Bucky x Reader

In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

26. one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters ✨

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Pierce!Reader

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

27. the five times bucky saved you.. by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky x Avengers!Reader

You have a special bond with Bucky. He's more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving.

28. howlin’ for you by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Biker!Bucky x Reader

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

29. supernova by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Widow!Reader

A supernova happens where there is a change in the core, or center, of a star. As the star runs out of nuclear fuel, some of its mass flows into its core. Eventually, the core is so heavy that it cannot withstand its own gravitational force. The core collapses, which results in the giant explosion of a supernova. Bucky never thought he could witness this beautiful tragedy in his lifetime. Until he met you.

30. relationship tutor by @samingtonwilson ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

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If bucky and steve saw their kids dating this is what rolled inside

Jacks side

Bucky:treat her like a lady . If you dont know what to give her try chocolates or flowers. Oh! Speaking of flowes and chocolates theres a pair thats good The classic red roses and milk chocolate

Natalies side

Steve:awww your heading on a date!! ;-;my baby girl is grown up!!!! Do you have a place you two are going and please be back before 10 also do you have your pepper spray

Asgardian reader*remebers mama friga gushing on this cute side*dejavu but cute

Jack and Natalie dating definitely brought out a mix of emotions. Steve was, of course, worried since Nat has had her heart broken before and wouldn’t want her to go through it again. And if it’s with his best friend’s son, that’ll just make things more complicated. But he likes Jack, and he’s talked to Bucky about it, who had his own reservations about the whole thing. Y/N basically saw it coming, she’s always been the one Nat’s gone to first about this kind of stuff.

In the end, the parents are just happy their babies are happy. Maaaaybe a little excited that they’re together, and what can happen if things got serious enough.

#child oc #oc x oc #marvel cinematic universe #jack barnes #natalie rogers #single dad!bucky #dad!steve rogers #mom!reader

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Christmas countdown day 11 — Go Christmas Carolling

He was already in the process of opening the door when she knocked, her eager and wide eyes trained on him and then Alpine as she lazily stretched on the couch. Becca had bounced on her heels, opening and closing her mouth twice before she called out for you down the hall.

“Ma! Your promised!” Becca whined, momentarily departing from Bucky’s door to find you again. “Bucky! Mama and I are gonna go Christmas carolling with some of the other families, do you want to come?”

“She made me dress up as an reindeer-elf.” You stepped into his view, the sight of the antlers and elf-ear headband stirring an natural and charming laugh.

“You’re the cutest reindeer-elf I’ve ever seen.” Bucky assn unapologetic as he complimented you, already reaching for his coat.

“Aww thanks, Pyro.” You beamed, smiling at him as you reached for Becca’s shoulder. “You really don’t have to-“

“I haven’t been carolling since I dragged Steve out in 1939, and he almost got pneumonia.” Bucky slipped his coat on and glanced back at Alpine lounging on the couch. “I’d love to come with you.”

“Yes!” Becca cheered, her excitement unbound. “We’re gonna go down the street to the townhouses and then across-“

“Becca,” Bucky had stopped her, reaching into his pocket for a small wrapped gift and then he set it in her hands, “merry early Christmas.”

She didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate for a moment to rip the paper off, handing it off to you. As she opened the gift, she looked down at the brass pin that was resting inside. It was an engraved pin with the Howling Commandoes monicker on the front, and Bucky’s specific number on the bottom.

“Becca, what do we-“ she launched herself toward him, hugging him as tightly as she possibly could, the pin nearly falling from her grip.

“Thank you, Bucky!” Her voice hitched up, her excitement and pride over her new pin was unwavering. “This is amazing!”

“You’re welcome,” Bucky hugged her back, looking up at you with a smile on his face, “think we can sing better than your ma?”

“Of course.” Becca pulled away and handed her pin off to you like she had the wrapping paper. “Mama sounds-“

“Amazing, Rebbeca Anne.” Your eyes narrowed, your lips pursed. “I sound amazing.”

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Bucky hummed under his breath as he tucked Becca in, wistfully watching her as closely as he could and with the gaze of a father figure rather than a neighbour. He had recently had a shift in thought patterns, an increasing desire and want to have a place in your family unit.

“SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING TO TOWN!” His favourite night of his life so far, was singing with her along a crowd of other parents, with her sitting on his shoulders.

“YOU BETTER NOT CRY, YOU BETTER NOT POUT-“ after nearly an hour and a half of carolling with you two, and an hour of playing with Alpine, Bucky had carried her to bed in his spare room after she fell asleep on him.

“I had fun tonight,” he heard your voice from the kitchen, your hands splashing in the dishwater despite him telling you to leave them, “thank you for coming with us.”

“Thanks for letting me tag along.” Bucky had stopped at the edge of the kitchen, listening to you humming and mumbling another Christmas tune, one that he knew well.

“I ought to say, "No, no, no sir" Bucky drew himself closer as you sing, adding the male’s line with a soft croon.

“Mind if I move in closer?” He was struck in place when you looked over your shoulder, his heart pounding with every passing moment of connectivity.

“At least I'm gonna say that I tried…” you withdrew your hands from the sink and dried them on the towel before you turned your back to the cupboard.

“What's the sense in hurting my pride?” He was a foot away now, his eyes dropping from yours to your lips and then back again.

“I really can't stay.” You whispered as his hands had rest against your hips, yours resting upon his shoulders.

“Baby, don't hold out.” Bucky lifted his right hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth against your warm flesh, his eyes searching yours.

“Baby, it's cold outside.” You leaned toward, not kissing him but resting against him seeking comfort and warmth.

Bucky had snaked his arms around you, he had held you pressed against him as some incomprehensible song filled his head. He began moving to the faux beat, his eyes closing as he breathed you in.

The two of you danced in the middle of his kitchen, the soft hum from him replacing the beat in his head, and you had joined him. There was no urgency, there was no rush time leave and depart from one another. Bucky was just as content for you to stay here as you were.

“She loves you, Bucky.” You muttered against his neck, your voice delivering immense hope and promise. “She wants you in her life, we both do.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bucky brushed his hand down your hair, finally feeling like he found home.

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buckyalpine · 10 months

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Disney Princesses and Dog Tags

OMG YESSS this is so cute

Bucky x single mom reader, Peter

Warnings: Fluffy fluffy, smutty smutty, a little angst, misunderstandings, Bucky is the sweetest thing in the world.

The ending is a little rushed cause I’ve been struggling to write but I hope you still enjoy reading! <3

You smoothed the front of your dress, butterflies fluttering around your tummy as you slipped your heels on, stepping out of the house for your date. The rumble of the car engine made you feel giddy as you walked down the drive way, smiling when he rounded the car and opened the door for you, kissing your cheek with a boyish smile.

“Hey, doll”

Bucky took your hand while you steadied yourself on your heels, letting you get in before softly shutting the car door get getting into the drivers seat. The scent of his cologne already made you feel woozy and warm as he hand came to lace with yours while driving over to dinner, a place he’d already chosen because you had mentioned it in passing when he first got to know you.

It had already been a few months but he had a way of making you feel like every date was the first. You’d never met anyone else that was this charming and respectful, no one man had ever made you feel so safe and protected the way he did. You had told him early on that things had to be slow and he didn’t question it for a second. Which is why even though you’d been seeing each other for a while, he had never set foot in your home, nor had you ever spent the night at his place.

You’d have to tell him at some point but...

Your phone buzzed from your purse while you sipped on some wine; you’d both already finished eating most of your meal but you wanted to spend more time with Bucky afterwards, maybe finally caving into some post date cuddles. The continuous vibrations pulled your attention away from the handsome soldier in front of you, immediately knowing your night would have to end earlier, seeing the name on the phone screen.

“Of course, I’m on my way” You gave Bucky an apologetic smile as you slipped your phone back in your bag; in the short time you were on the phone, he had already had bill paid and jacket on, as if he already anticipated this happening.

“Need to get home?” He asked without prying further, something you always appreciated but started feeling guilty over. He never questioned why most of your dates ended abruptly or why you were so conscious over the time.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I just- it’s an emergency” You could have just told him the truth but your heart started to hammer and you went back to your regularly excuse of an unexplained emergency.

“It’s okay” He gave you a smile, holding his arm out for you to take but you could see the sadness in his eyes even if he didn’t say anything. He enjoyed every single minute he had with you, resting his hand on your thigh throughout the drive home, wishing he could have just one night that went by uninterrupted.

“Promise, I’ll see you again this week” You kissed his scruffy cheek and lips before getting out of the car and hurrying up the drive way, waving to him as he pulled away after seeing you had made it safely inside. You sighed as you took your heels off, hoping you’d find the courage to tell him soon, after all, this was something he deserved to know.

You excused yourself to the bathroom while Bucky paused the movie, happy to have an evening with you; a quiet date at home with some home cooked dinner, some innocent kissing on the couch with a movie neither of you were too invested in. He couldn’t help but notice you’d check your phone often, though that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

He was curious though.

He understood everything there was to know about struggling to open up, taking things slow and having a private life but he started to doubt himself, wondering there was something about him that made you struggle to let some of your guard down.

Did he make you nervous?

Were you scared of him?

He shook away the self-doubt that started to creep its way up while your phone went off again. Bucky didn’t mean to be nosy, it just so happened he’d seen the screen light up every time someone named Peter called or texted you. He couldn’t open the text messages but he’d caught a few words of one,

Sorry I missed your call, I can come by later tonight-

He felt his stomach drop, tearing his eyes away from your phone, whatever it was, whoever that was, there had to be some sort of explanation. The pang of jealously he felt settled itself deeper instead of dissipating into thin air like he wanted, itching to just ask you who that was.

Maybe it was just a friend.

Maybe you had an abusive or controlling ex.

Hell, maybe you were married.

Whatever it was, if you’d just tell him...

You chewed your lip, feeling awful about having to cancel another date with Bucky; the entire month had been quick meet ups over coffee because of conflicting schedules. He had missions and you had work as well as other commitments.

“Baby, I haven’t seen you in two weeks” Bucky sighed, missing the softness of your hands in his, the comfort of your voice. He loved when you’d card your fingers through his short locks whenever he was driving and cuddling you on his couch.

“I know, but it’s hard, I don’t think I’ll be able to step out in the evening, maybe the day after?”

“Uh- I have a conference scheduled that day, what if-” Bucky second guessed himself, wondering if he was pushing a boundary but he just missed you so much, “How about I come over? I don’t mind if we just stay in, watch a movie, I’ll bring take out” He offered but the silence on the other side of the call as well as your hesitant voice let him know that wasn’t happening.

“I don’t know Bucky, I-”

“Whatever it is sweetheart, you know I won’t judge you. I’m not asking for you to tell me something you’re not comfortable with but-”

“Shit” You whispered to yourself, a beeping interrupting the call, “Sorry bub, I’m getting another call, just give me a second, let me call you back”

Peter Bucky thought to himself, unable to stop his eyes from rolling, his patience wearing thing.

“Honestly, it’s fine, don’t worry about it” Bucky couldn’t help the bite in his voice, feeling defeated.

“James-

“Forget it y/n” Bucky scoffed, cutting the call. He felt a tinge of regret not letting you explain yourself but he was sure he would end up saying something stupid he’d regret later. Your name lit up on his phone screen again, only to be cut off with the swipe of his thumb. Bucky tossed his phone on the bed, throwing on some sweats before heading down to the gym to take his gnawing doubts and frustrations out elsewhere.

Your eyes stung seeing the call decline, mentally kicking yourself but what else did you expect. He’d been patient with you for months and if you were in his shoes you would have probably walked away within the first 3 dates. He’d proven to be a sweetheart over and over again; you had no reason to keep this hidden anymore but it was a big step.

At least for you.

Two hours had passed with your inner thoughts going back and forth, toying with the little stuffed bunny that was left behind on your bed before picking up the phone again. Now or never.

“Hey-”

“Come over” You blurted out as soon as he answered, chewing your lip nervously. “To my place. Tomorrow”

Bucky sucked in a breath, wondering if this was something you actually wanted or if you felt pressured by him.

“Look, if its not something your comfortable with, I don’t want to-

“No, I want you to come over, please” You pleaded, hoping he’d agree, you knew this was something you wanted. There was a long silence before he spoke, as if he waited for you to take back your words. You held onto the bunny tighter, hoping you hadn’t already lost him. “Please?”

“Alright, sure” He replied softly, but his nerves were still on edge. There was clearly something you were anxious to tell him and truthfully, he wasn’t sure what to expect. You insisted on picking him up, since both his bike and car were being repaired after a mission went sideways. He showed up with flowers in hand, dinner in the other, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead before you could say anything.

“You don’t have to be nervous, doll”

“There’s a reason I’ve been leaving in the middle of our dates and cancelling so much” You rambled with the skin on your knuckles pulled tight as you clutched onto the steering wheel, your heart racing faster when you pulled up on the drive way. Bucky had reassured you 101 times that he wasn’t going anywhere but you couldn’t help but feel scared anyway.

“I promise I didn’t mean to keep this from you, it’s just- I didn’t know how to bring it up and things were going so well but there was never a right time-” You cursed under your breath, dropping the keys in your flustered state, grabbing them and quietly opening the door. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Bucky stepped inside; your living room was cozy with plush couches and an arm chair. There was a TV mounted above the fireplace, along with pictures of family framed along the walls. He couldn’t imagine what made you so anxious all this time-

“Mama!!” The sound of tiny footsteps running towards you carried down the hall breaking Bucky away from his observations, “Mama, you’re home!”

“Hi baby” You cooed, scooping your three year old into your arms, kissing her soft chubby cheeks, letting her get all her hugs and wiggles out before turning around to Bucky, who looked awestruck at you both. “This is my daughter, Mia”

Bucky blinked at the little one in your arms, your baby girl looked just like you, from her eyes to her nose to her little cheeky smile. Your elderly neighbor who had been watching her gave you a wink on her way out, eye’s sparkling over the way Bucky looked at you both. Absolutely lovestruck. Your daughter clutched onto you while glancing at the handsome man that was still standing by the doorway.

“Baby, remember I said I’d have a friend come over?” She nodded, peeking over at Bucky who had carefully taken one of the little flowers from the bouquet, handing it to her.

“Hi sweetheart” Bucky smiled, chuckling as she took the flower from his hand with a shy thank you, inspecting it with wide eyes.

“Why don’t you go play, we’ll have dinner soon, okay?” You set her down, not needing to tell her twice as she took off to her room again, before anxiously turning to Bucky.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you, I should’ve told you sooner-

“Don’t be” Bucky shook his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, while following you to the kitchen and setting the takeout containers down. “I get why you were nervous, doll, its okay”

“I just- I wanted to be sure about everything before saying anything. I didn’t want you to feel like there was any pressure with a child in the picture. I guess I was also scared if things didn’t work out, it’d be hard to explain to her why you weren’t in the picture. I thought you would’ve left. But you didn’t” You rested your hands on the firm planes of his chest, nuzzling your face in while he wrapped his arms around your waist, “You waited all this time”

“I adore you” He whispered, holding you for longer, all the pent up stress he had washing away, hearing the giggles and squeals of laughter coming from your biggest secret, playing in her room. It didn’t take long for your daughter to warm up to Bucky. As soon as he sat in the living room, she’d served him 5 plastic cake slices and he happily drank tea from a cup that was the size of his pinky.

With each visit, she liked spending more and more time with him, often crawling into his lap and falling asleep or staying seated there while you all watched a movie together. With each visit, Bucky also found himself falling more in love with you and your baby. Every time he came over, he felt like he was at home, as if the dream he always wanted was placed right in his hands in an adorable Disney loving package.

Bucky smiled down at the sleeping toddler that was curled up in his metal arm, the cool vibrainium fighting off the summer heat.

“She never falls asleep that easily” You shook your head at the soft snores she let out, her little hand wrapped tightly around one of the dog tags. Something about the way he held her stirred something in you, like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched, sitting perfectly still so he wouldn’t disturb her.

“Why don’t you tuck her in” Bucky froze. Not from fear or discomfort but shock that this was his life now. You’d never realize how much that moment meant for Bucky; that someone trusted him enough to put their child to sleep. Let her snuggle in his metal arm. Carry her to bed. His first taste of the domestic life he had stopped hoping for because he never thought it would come.

Until now.

“Good night, princess” Bucky whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your baby girls forehead before setting her down and pulling the covers up to tuck her in. She hummed in her sleep, smiling when she felt you place her bear in her arms, softly snoring again seconds later. That night became the first of many. Whenever you were strapped in, Bucky was happy to come over, spending the night with Disney movies in the background, tiaras on his head, braiding and brushing your daughters hair with ease, something he’d learned to do when he had longer hair himself. Bucky was more than happy to have date nights at your place with your bubba joining in, and while you adored the simple dates at home, you wanted at least one night with your handsome boyfriend alone.

“You’re wearing a necklace!” Mia gasped, clutching onto Bucky’s dog tags, her tiny hand carefully inspecting the engraved writing. After decorating her handsome party guest in tiny tiaras and some sparkly bows, she sat in her designated spot; on his lap, in the crook of his cool metal arm while Beauty and the Beast played in the background. You were still upstairs getting ready, which was no problem for her; Mia was more than happy to have time to snuggle with her mama’s special friend who watched all the princess movies with her, sometimes brought her flowers too, who would be the most respectful gentleman at her tea parties.

Bucky chuckled, still reeling over how small your daughter was, engulphed in his arms. “It’s very nice. Is that your name?” She asked, tracing her fingers over the writing before looking up at him.

“It is” He nodded, showing her each name, “James Buchanan Barnes”

“Oh. I heard mama call you baby” Her curious eyes made Bucky blush, but your daughter hardly seemed to notice as she continued. “But I think James sounds like the name of a prince. It’s a nice name. Like Prince Adam in Beauty and the Beast”

With that she turned back to the movie while you came back to the living room with your daughter’s over night bag packed along with her favorite brown bear.

“Mia, all you things are packed, you’ll be good girl a all weekend with Morgan, right?” She nodded, bouncing off Bucky’s lap to make sure all of her things were there, excited to spend the weekend with one of her best friends, something she wished she could do more often.

“Mommy, can’t I have a brother or sister to play with, I don’t see Morgan enough” Your little one pouted while your cheeks heated up, giggling at her innocent request. Bucky felt something between his legs twitch, it was nothing more than an innocent question, but he couldn’t help think about helping out with that and giving Mia and sibling.

“I’ll think about it” you chewed your lip, unable to look directly at Bucky while you plopped beside him on the sofa, your heart beating faster than normal. If you were going to have more babies, you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to give you his kids-

“What are we doing tonight, doll? How come you packed an overnight bag for her” Bucky broke you away from your filthy train of thoughts, while Mia crawled back onto his lap, focused on the movie again.

“Actually, it’s just going to be us tonight” You smiled, leaning up to peck his lips, pulling away when your phone went off again, the same name lighting up on the screen making Bucky cock an eyebrow, he never figured out who that was.

Peter.

Who the fuck-

“Finally” You huffed, mumbling something on the phone before making your way over to the door. The sound of footsteps approaching the living room made Bucky sit up taller, who the hell was this-

Oh.

Bucky couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or cry and the person that stood in front of him with wide eyes and messy curls, school bag still slung over his shoulder and scuffed sneakers.

“M-Mr. Barnes?!” Peter gawked at the super soldier who still had a little gold tiara on his head along with a few pink bows clipped to his short brown locks.

“Hey kid” Bucky snorted, while Peter swallowed nervously, “What are you doing here”

“I-uh-I babysit sir” Peter still couldn’t take his eyes off Bucky, sure he knew you were dating someone but when you said he used to be in the army, you’d clearly left out a lot of other details.

“You babysit?”

Peter nodded, his arms full of candy, chips and chocolate. Bucky cocked an eyebrow, watching the way your daughter squealed and ran into the little shits arms, making him drop everything as he scooped her right up and blew raspberries against her cheeks.

“All set tater tot?” Peter grabbed Mia’s bag and stuffed the snacks in his school bag, helping her sit on his shoulders; she clutched onto him, already bouncing with excitement.

“Bye mama! Bye baby Jamie!” Your daughter grinned, making Bucky’s cheeks redden more, her grabby hands reaching out for a goodbye hug.

“Bye, bubba” You kissed her cheek, standing on your tiptoes to reach her while Bucky kissed the top of her head, the both of you sending her off as she waved her little hand. You closed the door, squeaking when Bucky wrapped his arms around you and tugged you back to the living room.

“This is the Peter that’s been blowing up your phone?”

“Who’d you think it was, Buck?” You giggled, noting the cute jealous tinge that made Bucky’s cheeks pink, pulling him down to kiss his nose. “I’m friends with his Aunt and he loves to watch her, which can be hard between school and saving the world, but he tries” You shook your head, thinking about the number of times Peter would profusely apologize for having to leave half way because humanity was at stake.

“Hm, can’t believe that little punk is babysitting” Bucky chuckled, putting his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. “That leaves just you and me, doll” His nose bumped against yours, his mind no longer focused on dinner or movies or anything else you had planned for that night.

“I wanted you to myself’ You slinked your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, moaning when he pressed his lips against yours, the kiss starting off sweet and slow, his tongue tracing against the seam of your lips. You let your tongue lace with his, clutching onto his shirt, growing needier when he groaned against your mouth, chasing more of its sweetness. Bucky lifted you up without breaking away from your lips, carrying you up to your room with your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing the door open and kicking it closed before he reached your bed, dropping on top of you.

You could feel your pulse pump though your body, feeling a tinge of self-consciousness when his hands trailed to the hem of your shirt, stroking your skin. You started to over think, wondering if any of this was a good idea, if you’d be good for him, what if you didn’t-

“What’s wrong” Bucky paused his ministrations at the feeling of you tensing up, pulling away to see your face. He brought his hand to cup your cheek, noting the way your eyes darted around nervously, chewing your lip before speaking. “Did you want to stop, doll? It’s okay if you do-”

“No! I-I um haven’t- Not since” You huffed, it had been ages since you had been intimate with anyone, the last person being your ex. Your body had changed and it had been so long. “It’s just been so long”

“Doesn’t matter to me pretty mama” Bucky whispered, his hands lacing with yours to pull you up to stand by the edge of the bed, ready to worship every inch of your body. You sucked in a breath as he started to undress you, his hands effortlessly gliding along your body, unclasping your bra and throwing it aside.

“So beautiful” Bucky murmured, trailing kisses along your skin, softly taking your nipple in his mouth and tugging before dropping to his knees, continuing to brush his lips across your tummy. “N’soft” He nipped at your hip, his fingers tracing the stretch marks that decorated your belly and thighs, “Gorgeous”

“Bucky, please” Your cheeks grew hot as he slipped your shorts off, his lips pressed against your lace covered core, eyes rolling back, groaning at how they were already damp. He laid you back onto the bed, letting you rest against the pillows.

“Shhh, let me love you baby” Bucky tugged at your soaked panties, pulling them down your legs before settling in between them again, his wide shoulders holding you open. “Been waiting for this for so long”

You gasped at the feeling of his tongue licking you right up from your entrance, circling around you clit before sealing his lips around you, suckling and moaning, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Bucky!” Your back arched off the bed at the low rumble he let out, pushing two fingers up you and curling them while continuing to nurse off your clit. Your thighs squeezed shut around his head making his cock leak in his briefs, loving the way your lips were chewed raw with how hard you were trying to keep your voice down. "Wan-want you!” Your pussy spasmed and clenched, desperate to be filled with him, eyes rolling back when he hit that spot that made you see stars. “Please-please want you”

Bucky smirking as he licked your arousal off his lips, sucking his fingers clean making your face heat up at the sounds he made, groaning at your perfect taste.

“You have me, angel” He kissed up your body, tossing off his clothes before settling on top of you, your eyes growing wide at his thick length, already leaking, the veins running along the shaft throbbing. You blinked at his size, your vibrator in your bedside drawer paling in comparison. He could sense your nervousness, letting his hand cradle your head, kissing your forehead.

“I'll be gentle, pretty girl” Bucky stroked your hair softly while pumping his cock a few times before lining him self up, nudging his silky tip onto your clit before pressing into you. You moaned at the way he filled you up inch by inch, taking his time to check in with you before fully sheathing himself, panting against your neck.

“You feel so good baby, so fuckin’ tight” He barely pulled out, slowly rolling his hips, taking his time to feel the softness of your body under him, the way your pussy hugged and squeezed his cock, fluttering and pulling him right back in.

“M-more” You gasped out, your thighs tensed around his waist as he sped up, reaching places you never felt before. All of it was overwhelming, the secure weight of his body on you, the soft kisses he pressed on your neck, the soft moans he made each time he pushed himself deeper. He pulled away when he heard you sniffle between whimpers, gazing at your glassy eyes.

“What is it mama” Bucky cooed, kissing away the stray tear that fell down your cheek, his nose softly nudging against your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders, relishing in the way he stretched you, feeling so close and connected to him.

“Just- want you” You sniffled, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, loving the feeling of his cock stroking your walls, the tip grazing against the sensitive part that made you tremble and flutter, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, your moans and whines growing louder.

“I’m gonna-I” You stuttered between gasps, you were so close, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I know, I know” Bucky whispered, snaking his hand between your bodies to rub your clit with his thumb. “I got you baby, cum on my cock” He angled his hips higher, nearly growling at the sounds you let out; nothing would ever sound as beautiful.

“Please-please don’t stop, fuck-Bucky right there!” You scratching down his back, your hands reaching down to grab his ass pushing him deeper. “BUCKYY” You cried out as your pussy started to convulse, waves of pleasure crashing over you repeatedly as he fucked you through your high. There was only so much Bucky could take between how your face contorted with pleasure with his cock in you, the way you clung onto his body like your life depended on it.

Then there was how much he absolutely adored everything about you, your warmth, sweetness, your little baby girl he loved so much. He loved making you feel good, your cunt choking his cock, practically massaging his swollen head, begging for him to fill you up.

“Can’t hold it, you feel so good angel” Bucky whimpered, his pace faltering, spurts of precum already decorating your walls.

“Cum for me Bucky” You cupped his cheek while he panted, kissing up his neck and carding your fingers through his hair.

“B-Baby” Bucky cried, moaning against your neck, his back muscles pulled taut, thrusting faster, the veins in his cock swelling further. “M’gonna cum, gonna cum for you, doll-

“Let go baby” You nipped his shoulders, holding onto his body tight, your sweat slicked bodies pressed against each other.

“Fuck, I’m cumming” He dropped his body weight on you, his hips pushing you further into the mattress getting as deep as he could, his cock pulsing ropes of cum. “Oh god-

You rubbed your hands up and down his spine while his cock continued to throb, refusing to move even after he started to soften. You giggled at the way he shifted to pull the covers over while still staying inside you, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“I love you, mama” He kissed you deeply before letting his lips flutter across every inch of your face, your shy smile reminding him of the way your daughter looked at him the first time she met him. “Both of you”

5 years later

“Good morning sugarplum” Bucky’s sleep laced voice pulled you from your sleep, your grumpy pout making him chuckle.

“I just fell asleep Bucky, I was up all night” you huffed, squirming to get comfortable.

“Why were you up all night”

“Really?” You gave him a dead pan look, as if it wasn’t obvious already, your irritated expression only making his heart swell further.

“Still going?”

You nodded while Bucky pulled you closer to him, letting his hand slip up your shirt.

“Stop that” Bucky lightly tapped the side of your belly, the little kicks and flutters stopping instantly, the two tiny menaces in your tummy immediately listening to their daddy.

“You should’ve woken me up babydoll” Bucky continued to rub your skin while you moved to lay against him with your back pressed against his chest.

“You sleep like a bear” You playfully nudged him, sighing contently when his metal arm slung around you, cooling you off. “This is your fault, you know”

“Well Mia did ask for a sibling” Bucky defended himself, pulling away so he could rub your feet for a while, his hands massaging up your calves to your thighs.

“She asked for one” you snorted, struggling to see over your growing bump, “Y’think Peter would be able to handle all of them?” You smirked, petting Bucky’s hair as he moved to lay on your belly.

“We might have to call the whole team in” Bucky mused as he rubbed the areas where the babies continued to roll and kick, “I’m a trained assassin, I can train Mia”

“You’ve trained her enough” You couldn’t deal with much more of Bucky’s training; your daughter was one step away from becoming a tiny black widow, an expert of throwing tiny knives he had made for her and moving with ghost like silence. “I can’t deal with having two assassins in the house”

“C’mon, she's a perfect little white wolf” He nuzzled into you, proud of his babygirl, the sound of the door creaking open making him snicker. Neither of your heard her when she walked down the hall. “See?”

“Uh-huh” You shook your head while Bucky grinned, “I love you Mr. Barnes”

“Mama! Daddy!” She clambered onto bed with her teddy bear, settling onto Bucky’s back, happily lounging with you both on a Saturday morning. “Let’s make pancakes”

Mia squealed as Bucky flipped over and grabbed her, tossing her over his shoulder, her little shrieks of laugher making your heart swell.

“Let’s go jellybean” Bucky tucked you in, letting you rest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, Mrs. Barnes”

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 1

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

chapter warnings: none

a/n: I am so excited to work on this fic. I am a sucker for a good singledad!Bucky fic and to add the teacher!Bucky to it as well? A dream! let me know what you think of this first chapter in the comments! I hope y'all enjoy!

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“Becca, come on you have to get up,” Bucky whispered as he lightly shook his sleeping, six year old daughter. Becca’s face twisted up in discontent as she attempted to pull her blanket up to prevent having to go to school.

“Sweetheart, don’t make me turn on the lights,” Bucky threatened lightly, not wanting to turn on the lights himself but he needed her to get up. They had to be leaving for school in thirty minutes, he’d already been up for an hour and a half preparing for the day.

Becca groaned at that threat, knowing he’d do just that if it meant she’d finally wake up. She threw her hands over her face and peaked through them, her blue eyes catching his.

Becca was Bucky’s twin with her brown hair and blue eyes, she got way more of his genes that she did her mother’s. A fact that made Dot angry every time any of Bucky’s family brought it up. When Dot walked out on them Becca was two. She hadn’t known her mother long enough to miss her, but Bucky knew that there was a mom shaped hole that he would never be able to fill completely, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

“But daddy I don’t wanna go to school,” Becca whispered from behind the safety of her hands, trying not to make eye contact with her dad.

“Why not, Bex? You were all excited about going to first grade last week, what changed your mind?” Bucky asked quietly, trying to find out where his daughters sudden fear of the first grade had come from.

“Because you’re not my teacher,” she whispered, looking down at her hands and avoiding Bucky’s face. His heart dropped. He knew that Becca had been hoping he would be her teacher, but since he was her father that wasn’t going to happen. Their school liked to avoid the “my parent is my teacher” stereotype and placed the kids with other teachers instead.

“I know, sweetheart. But you know who is your teacher?” He responded, smoothing her brown curls as she looked at him with those big blue eyes, shaking her head no. So Bucky whispered, “Uncle Stevie.”

Becca’s eyes grew three sizes and next thing Bucky knew she was throwing off her blanket and running to the closet, “UNCLE STEVIE IS MY TEACHER!?”

Bucky chuckled as he watched Becca’s curls fly around her head wildly as she tried to find “the best outfit for the best teacher EVER!”, though that last statement hurt Bucky just a little bit.

“Alright Bex, calm down. Now. Let me see what you plan on wearing,” he said, his hands on his hips. He didn’t care what Becca wore to school but sometimes she liked to play dress up just a little too much. Becca showed him her outfit and he nodded his head in approval.

“Alright kiddo, I’ve got breakfast ready. Let's go eat real fast then you can get changed, brush your teeth and we’ll be off to see Mr. Rogers.” At that, Becca zoomed past Bucky to the kitchen and he swore he’d never seen a kid eat faster, and he’d had plenty of lunch duties in his day.

As Bucky finished packing their lunches and fixing his togo coffee, he listened to Becca chatter on about how excited she was to be in Uncle Steve's class and how she was scared that she'd forget to call him Mr. Rogers and how many friends she was going to make, the last statement making Bucky chuckle as he shook his head. Becca didn't know a stranger. She made friends everywhere she went. Suffice to say, she got that skill from her mother. The difference? Dot made friends at the drop of a hat, but she was terrible at maintaining those friendships. Bucky was physically pulled out of his thoughts by his six year old tugging at his slacks, "okay daddy! I'm all ready!"

Focusing on Becca, Bucky had to hold back a laugh. While his daughter had managed to put on her clothes correctly, right side out and everything, her hair was a different story. The chestnut curls looked like they hadn't seen a brush in days, and knowing how busy he'd been setting up his classroom and getting ready for the school year, it probably had been that long. "Okay, Becca Bug. We need to fix this hair, now run and grab your brush so we can head out. Daddy can't be late for the first day of school," he said with his hands on his hips trying to put on as serious a face as possible, the action nearly impossible with a giggling six year old running from him. He couldn't help but think, "this is gonna be a long year."

By the time the pair made their way to the school Becca was practically buzzing with excitement. Gone was the shy and somewhat scared six year old he found laying in her bed this morning, Rebecca Dolores Barnes "but you can call me Becca please" had taken her place. The pair didn't make it as early as they normally would today but Bucky had the opportunity to walk Becca to her classroom before returning to his own to greet his students.

Steve Rogers opened his classroom door as he heard the excited tone of Rebecca Barnes approaching. "UNCLE STEVE!! I'm in your class this year!" Becca shouted, practically flinging herself into his arms making Steve and Bucky laugh at her enthusiasm. The two offering a one-armed hug around Becca's small body.

"Remember what I said this morning, Becca- bug," Bucky said somewhat sternly, making sure to look her in the eye. Where her sudden sass came from, Bucky had no clue, because next thing he knew his daughter was rolling her eyes and sighing, "I know daddy, he's Mr. Rogers when I'm in his class and at school."

Steve tried his best to suppress his laugh with a cough. Steve knew where she got her attitude from. It was a perfect (read: deadly) combination of Bucky, Dot and Becca's namesake her Auntie Bex, Bucky's sister. Not him though....she definitely wasn't influenced by her Uncle Steve...not one bit.

Bucky cut his eyes at Steve, trying to get him to realize that he was serious about teaching Becca what she needed to know at school, when he recognized the slow flow of students entering the halls. The first day of first grade had started. Bucky turned to Becca and wrapped his daughter in a hug, "Alright, Becca. Be on your best behavior for Mr. Rogers, learn lots of things, make new friends, I'll see you at lunch. I love you to infinity and beyond, Becca-Bug."

"I love you to the moon and back a kajillion times, daddy!" Becca responded, squeezing her dad tight before kicking her feet to try and get down and enter her classroom. That was Bucky's cue. He gave Steve a final hug before heading to his classroom. As the kids approached, Bucky greeted them and the people dropping them off. Most of the kids were excited to see some of their friends from Kindergarten again, others were already in the process of making new friends. Bucky continued through the line of students and guardians, avoiding the occasional flirting by some of the moms thrown his way, when he reached the final student in line.

She was looking at her feet, suddenly preoccupied by the pink converse on her feet and trying to avoid his eye, her fingers finding interest in picking at the sequins on her pink unicorn shirt. A throat cleared from behind the young girl. Bucky saw black heels first, followed by a black pantsuit, a white blouse and finally a slightly concerned face looking down at the young girl. You bent down to get to her level and whispered something in her ear, the girl looking up at Bucky quickly but promptly turning her face into your shirt. You looked up at him with an apologetic look on your face. Luckily, Bucky knew what to do.

He bent down slowly, and stretched out his hand, "Hi, I'm Mr. Barnes and welcome to the first grade. We've got a lot of fun things we're going to do this year." The little girl poked her head out under your arm, looking at Bucky's outstretched hand as if it might attack her any second. You took that moment to nudge her, nodding your head when she looked at you like she wanted to say something.

The little girl took a deep breath, poking her chest out and thrusting her palm out to meet Bucky's, "My name is Avery Claire L/N, and I am six years old. It is very nice to meet you, thank you," she stated, stumbling over her words a little but when she was done she looked at you, almost for approval. You shook your head at your daughter's silliness. What Bucky didn't know is that Avery had been practicing for days how she wanted to introduce herself, she'd seen her mother do it a million times and she wanted to get it just right.

"Well, Avery, it is very nice to meet you, are you ready to go make some new friends and have a great year," Bucky asked, gesturing to the classroom door behind him where the other students were already talking and playing with each other. Avery poked her head around his legs to get a better look, obviously something sparked her interest cause the next thing you knew she was giving your legs a squeeze and yelling, "bye mommy! Love you!" as she ran into Bucky's classroom.

Bucky laughed at her enthusiasm, she reminded him of Becca. He turned to face you, extended his hand and said, "I look forward to teaching Avery this year, as I said I'm Mr. Barnes. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N."

The corner of your lip twitched upwards, almost like you wanted to smirk at his assumption that you were married, and you reached your hand out to give his a firm shake before stating, "It's Ms. L/N. Y/N L/N. And I look forward to hearing all about the joys of first grade, Mr. Barnes."Bucky swore his face lost all color. The blood drained out of his face so fast the second he heard her full name. He'd heard of Y/N L/N. Who the hell hadn't. She ran L/N Enterprises and was known as one of the most ruthless executives in New York. Your smirk turned into a smile full of teeth, a smile Bucky was sure you'd perfected in all sorts of business deals and meetings over the years.

Or maybe it was one you reserved just for people when they found out who you were, your reputation obviously preceding you, Bucky couldn't help but think to himself. He opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off as your phone started to ring, "thank you for the introduction, Mr. Barnes. And thank you for your work this morning with Avery, she's a little shy and I'm not entirely certain where she got that from. I'm sure we'll see each other soon." You turned down the hall, heels tapping the linoleum flooring as you answered the phone with a harsh, "What?"

As Bucky watched you walk away he let out a sigh he didn't know he'd been holding in since you introduced yourself. "This really is gonna be a long year."

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