#single mom reader

[buckyalpine]

Catch Me If You Can 1/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom police officer Reader 

This is a crack fic, ridiculousness, cuteness, angstttt. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning 

LMK how you feel about these 2 

Part 2

Part 3

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The plan was simple. Not the most ideal, not the first thing the mob boss would have planned to but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed this shipment to go through and he was done being patient. 

“We gotta move quick” Bucky murmured, driving slowly behind the target, the dark windows of the SUV making it impossible to see who was inside. As soon as the traffic light turned red, they stopped the truck, swinging the doors open and stepping in front of their mark. 

“Hey! What are you-” 

“Shh, just get in the car” Bucky towered over him, his face stern, cocking an eyebrow at the big eyes that stared up at him. Sam and Steve were by his side with equally stoic expressions, nodding to the open door, their hostage reluctantly getting into the backseat with an annoyed huff. They drove to Bucky’s club, target in tow as they made their way to the office, strange looks exchanged by patrons, looking at Bucky’s latest captive. 

Steve shut the door while Bucky strode across the room to answer a call, breathing a sigh of relief hearing the deal had gone off without a hitch. Nothing had been seized and the deal was set, thanks to his last minute decision. He reached for a crystal decanter, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself when a voice caught his attention. 

“Why am I here” Bucky turned around to face all 4 feet, 2 inches of his hostage, little furrowed brows knitted in the middle, arms crossed with his chest puffed out, a heavy bookbag making his solid stance a little wobbly. “Is this because my mommy wants to put you in jail?” Bucky nearly choked on his whisky while Steve snorted, doing a poor job to mask his laugh. “I can see why. Kidnapping is against the law” 

By this point, both Sam and Steve were nearly on the floor, attempting to keep their stoic expressions on by covering their mouths, covering their laugh with a cough. Bucky raised a brow, not sure if he was insulted or impressed at the sass and lack of fear the 8 year old had. None of them were exactly fans of anything that involved children. It was an unspoken rule; children were always left untouched. He had to break that rule this time though, knowing if things had gone south, it would have led to a gang war which would have been far worse than the stunt he just pulled kidnapping a police offers son. 

Police officer. 

Bucky had most of the justice system and law enforcement at his fingertips, all happily bowing to his bidding, letting his deals and illegal activities slip under the radar. Most were more than happy to comply with what he asked. Most were happy to turn a blind eye. 

Except the departments newest officer. 

The absolute bane of his very existence.

The only person who had actually ever managed to get him arrested though he was quickly released; no one else wanting to get on his bad side by actually pressing charges. 

But you refused to back down.

At first Bucky brushed it off, figuring you’d get with the program and eventually quieten down but no. You were constantly there, making his job more difficult than it had to be, your irritatingly righteous need to keep the city free of gang activity driving him up the wall. 

The last straw was a few weeks ago when he had set up an arms deal with the East side of the city, an exchange of weapons, but more importantly, a possible alliance between groups. Things going successfully would mean more protection for both the North and East and stronger joint front. You had managed to track communication between the groups, readying a team to shut down the exchange, ignoring the warnings you got from the mob boss. 

Bucky was done playing nice. 

It was more than the police just showing up. His power meant everyone listened to him. No one, not even the law disobeyed or strayed from his word. A single officer looking to take him down would have shown weakness; that he didn’t have all the control he should have. Weak links were unacceptable.

Which lead to his plan.

To hold onto your son for awhile so you’d abandon the plan you’d put together, none of your colleagues willing to stop anything on their own, everyone retreating far away from the deal while it took place. 

And it worked. 

He had managed to take your son while he was on his way home from school and you had been informed of his location. Everything else went smoothly; problem solved. Still, nothing prepared him for how unbothered and how at ease his little captive would be. 

“I’m guessing you’re the man mommy calls -” Your son blinked at Bucky, chewing his lips, thinking for a moment before continuing. “She says I can’t use those words. I’m gonna call you Uncle Bucky” He shrugged, plopping onto the chair, grabbing one of Bucky’s fountain pens, proceeding to doodle on a notepad on the desk. 

“You-you can’t-” For the first time in his life Bucky found himself speechless, looking incredulously at the little boy proceed to draw, the mop of dark brown hair on his head, covering his eyes slightly. 

“It’s Mr. Barnes” He muttered, while your son tossed his book bag off to grab a comic book that was inside, drawing a character that was on the cover. 

“It’s Jordan” your son replied, now fully focused on his Batman cartoon. 

“I like this kid” Steve half wheezed while Bucky stared at the little thing in front of him, his lips struggling to stay in a firm line, the corners itching to tug up into a smile. 

“Mommy said you’re a bad man” He piqued, looking at the mob boss from the corner of his eye, “I can’t say you did yourself any favors today Mr. Uncle Bucky” 

Before Steve and Sam could full on belly laugh, your panicked voice carried through the bar, nearing the office. 

“Jordan? Jordan!”  The office doors slammed open to your frantic face, running over to your little one as soon as your eyes landed on him, scooping him in your arms, “Baby, are you okay?”

Bucky felt his heart soften for a moment, watching your heart break and mend itself all at once as soon as you had your son wrapped in your arms again. He shook his head, reminding himself of why he took your son in the first place, ignoring the warmth that was trying to melt his soul. 

“You fu-” You bit your tongue, taking deep breath, keeping in mind there were little ears listening. “How could you?!”

“Had to get a message across doll, you don’t seem to listen” Bucky shrugged while you let out a law growl, hauling your son up and grabbing his school bag, wanting to get him out of there and back home more than anything else. 

“This isn’t over” You shot over your shoulder before leaving the office and exiting the bar. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk slightly, he didn’t like you but he couldn’t help but admire the fiery fearless side of you that never backed down, not even to him. 

“M’sure it isn’t, mama bear” Bucky murmured to himself, inspecting the little doodle your son left behind; an image of Batman and a small Robin. 

Of course you were not able to do anything about the kidnapping; none of the higher ups were willing to put their neck on the line to arrest Bucky and your boss shrugged, giving you a very pointed I told you so look. 

Jordan also seemed unaffected with the whole ordeal, often asking you what Uncle Bucky was up to these days as if he were a colleague from work. Truthfully, you were not even 100% what Bucky had been up to. Things had been suspiciously calm ever since the incident happened and while you were thankful for some peace and quiet, you wondered if he was up to something. 

Nothing was ever quiet with that man. 

Meanwhile you also had other problems to deal with. While work calmed down, your stress was higher than ever looking at the number of missed calls on you phone from Jordan’s father. The very man who decided he wanted nothing to do with either of you the day you found out you were pregnant. The man who promptly kicked you out of the house to fend for yourself. The man who had now decided would be a great time to reenter your sons life and be a stand up father. 

And maybe get some spousal benefits from your job. 

You could never catch a break. 

A few weeks later - Bucky’s office

“You kept this, huh?” Steve picked up the doodle on Bucky’s desk, smiling at the way Bucky’s eyes grew wide before trying to back to his signature frown.  

“Didn’t notice” Bucky lied, though his best friend could see right through him, knowing Bucky didn’t keep just anything on his table, every single item on the desk having a purpose. 

“He kinda reminds me of you” Steve pointed out, thinking back to all the times little Bucky had stood up for him when they were kids, putting on a brave face in front of the meanest. “Kinda looks like you too” 

“Hm” Bucky grunted, wondering himself why he still had the picture. He made a conscious decision not to throw it out; each time he had to write something down, he’d grab a paper below it and carefully put the drawing back on top. Steve was right; Jordan did look like him when he was little and had the same feisty, sassy personality as he did though he was sure the bravery your son had was from you. 

You.

In a strange way, Bucky missed having to deal with your nagging and threats to take him down; business had been quiet so there wasn’t a reason for you to chase after him. You made things interesting; it’s not that he wanted anyone to make his job harder than it had to be but sometimes the challenge was nice. Plus it didn’t hurt that you absolutely gor-

For fucks sake. 

“I need a drink” Bucky shook his head, flicking away the odd feeling he started to feel in his tummy, deciding he needed something stiff over whatever he had stashed in his office. Steve snorted, easily reading his friends thoughts while they made their way to a locked cabinet below the bar counter, fishing for something that would silence unnecessary thoughts. He grabbed a glass, dropping in two ice cubes and filling the glass, taking a long draw of the dark liquid before his attention was pulled elsewhere. 

Bucky’s eyes grew wide seeing the mop of dark hair and big eyes make its way through the crowded bar, customers giving each other strange glances at the little boy with a school bag who had no business being in a gang leaders club.   

“Kid, what are you-

“Mommy’s hurt” Jordan looked up at Bucky with teary eyes, swallowing away the lump that formed in his throat, putting his best brave face on instead, now wasn’t the time to cry. 

“What?”

“She - someone hurt her” 

The thought of someone hurting you sent a surge of anger through Bucky, his jaw clenching as he slammed his glass down. It was ironic, considering the number of times he had wished you would disappear but not like this. Not once had he ever thought of hurting you; at the end of the day, you had always stood for what was right. 

“Where is she” Bucky took Jordan’s hand in his, holding it firmly to ground him while making his way outside and towards the SUV. He didn’t have to even look at Steve to know he was already by his side and sliding into the drivers seat. 

“Home, we live on-”

“I know where you live kid” Bucky chuckled slightly while Steve was already weaving through traffic and pulling up to your street, screeching to a halt in front of your house. 

Bucky helped Jordan hop out of the SUV and lead him to you, the front door left while open with the handle broken off. There were clear signs of a struggle, seeing broken pictures on the floor and a few dents in the walls, the mess continuing all the way up the stairs to your bedroom. Bucky instructed Jordan to wait downstairs with Steve, worried about what condition he was going to find you in. 

You were holding yourself up against the wall, your arm clutching your bloodied side, putting pressure on the gash that sliced you. Your head still throbbing from where you had been hit. You could barely register what was happening, gasping at the sound of Bucky’s voice suddenly in your room. 

“C’mon, doll” His arm snaked around you, pulling you to his, holding up some of your weight. 

“Where are we going” You wanted to fight back but the pain was making you dizzy and spots were starting to cloud your vision. 

“We’re -woah-” Bucky caught you before you slipped, scooping you in his arms, bridal style “We’re going to get you fixed up” He spoke softly, carrying you out of your room and carefully down the stairs towards the SUV. You were in too much pain to protest, slipping in and out of consciousness during the drive over. 

Steve had already slipped Jordan into the front seat, the both of them chatting over who would win in a hotdog eating competition; Superman, Batman or the Joker. He could see Jordan sneak worried glances behind him to look over at you, fidgeting with the straps of his backpack. 

“She’ll be okay” Steve whispered to him, giving him a reassuring smile as he pulled up to the mansion. “Your mama’s strong, y’know she’s the only one Uncle Bucky is scared of” He gave your son a wink before helping him out of the car and opening the door so Bucky could carry you to his room. He carefully set you down on his bed, wasting no time grabbing a first aid kit he kept tucked under the bed for emergencies while you groaned, trying to sit up. 

“Barnes, what are you-”

“Just lie down doll, let me clean this up first” He carefully lifted your blouse to assess how bad the injury was, soaking a cotton ball in some disinfectant.

“Ah!-” You winced, hissing out in pain at the saturated cotton ball Bucky pressed onto your skin, cleaning the area as gently as he could, his focus shifting between getting you better and wondering who did this to you. He’d have to worry about that later. 

“Sorry, sorry” Bucky murmured, gently blowing onto the cleaned area, cooling your skin before grabbing a needle and threat, starting on some sutures to close the gash. “I’ll be quick, just bear with me” You gritted your teeth feeling the needle poke you.

“How-how do you know how to do this” Your voice was strained, struggling to keep it steady while Bucky threaded the needle as gently and quickly as possible, neatly closing off the gash. 

“Gotta know this in my line of work, sugar” He smirked giving you a lopsided grin when you rolled your eyes, squeaking when he gently pushed you back down when you tried to get up. “Rest for a bit” 

You reluctantly laid against the plush mattress looking up at the baby blue eyes softly peering down at you, the same blue eyes your normally wanted to poke out of frustration. 

“I’ll be fine, we can go ho-” You were going to say you could go home but it was clear home wasn’t the safest option, not after what had just happened. 

“C’mon, stay here for the night” He wasn’t exactly going to leave you room to do anything else, there was no way he was going to let you go home after what he had just seen. He was more than happy to sleep in a tent outside of his own home if it meant you’d just stay somewhere safe. “At least for today” 

“I-we can’t-Jordan-” 

“-WOULD LOVE TO STAY HERE” 

Bucky let out a genuine laugh hearing your sons voice carried through the doorway where he was clearly eavesdropping. You snorted, shaking your head and closing your eyes at your sons antics, exhaustion making it hard for you to move anyway. 

“We shouldn’t be here” You whispered, feeling your conscious battle within yourself. You were supposed to be fighting for the right side of the law. Bucky was the opposite of that. Then why didn’t this feel wrong? You’d spent countless hours trying to put him away. So why did you feel so safe? 

“I don’t-

“Just for tonight” Bucky stated softly but firmly, leaving you little room to argue. He grabbed you a tshirt and some joggers of his, letting you clean off and chance while he slipped out of the room. He was met with curious eyes peering up at him, your son patiently waiting to know if you were okay. 

“She’s okay, just getting cleaned up. Let your mama rest” Bucky whispered, leading Jordan to the TV room where Peter was busying himself with video games. “Hey Parker, brought you a worthy opponent” Peter grinned, handing Jordan a controller and shifting over so he could plop down beside him. 

“She’s gonna be okay?” Jordan whispered up at Bucky, feeling a sense of calm around the man his mom usually used no-no words to describe. Surely he couldn’t be that bad? 

“No one’s stronger than your mama” Bucky smiled, ruffling his hair before coming back to check on you. You had slipped back into bed, ignoring the way Bucky’s clothes were soft and comfy to wear, his scent making your insides flutter unnecessarily. 

“Don’t you look cozy, officer” Bucky smirked, sauntering over with a glass of water and pain killers, leaving them on the bedside table for you. You rolled your eyes though gratefully taking 2 tablets for your aching head. 

“Where’s Jordan?” 

“Currently beating everyone’s ass in Mario Kart” 

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Barnes” You tried to keep your voice firm but the playful smirk he was giving you was infectious. You bit your lip to keep your lips from tugging up, choosing to frown more instead but that only seemed to egg him on more. 

“Course, darlin’“ He drawled out, giving you a wink before bidding you good night, “Wouldn’t have it any other way” He turned the light off and gently shut the door, making his way back down to make sure Jordan had something for dinner. 

You pulled the covers up, sighing into the soft plush pillows and sheets, letting sleep take over, ignoring the way your inner conscious continued to debate itself. He didn’t have to help you. Didn’t have to keep you safe. Didn’t have to do any of this and yet here you were. You and your son. Both safe. Because of him. 

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all...

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[lunamoonbby]

I want to read a ghost x single mom! Baker! reader where single mom has 2 kids, a baby and a 3 year old. the bakery is really big and one day simon comes in and he sees a little mini play bakery in the corner and a 3 year old girl comes in and is like "how I help you" and he asks for a black coffee and a croissant and he gets a tea cup filled with water and a toy croissant🥺 and reader comes in with a baby on her hip wondering why a customer is in the bakery when they're closed but she sees the sign still says open, and she hears Simon telling her daughter that the coffee and croissant is the best he ever has and gives the 3 year old $100 and Simon sees the reader and his heart just stops and reader is like I'm sorry you can have your money back and he's like no keep it start her college fund or something reader is like ok well how about you come in tomorrow and get a real black coffee and croissant and he's like but your closes tomorrow and reader is like nonsense I'll open shop just for you I have to do inventory anyways so come in I'll make you a fresh croissant and a black coffee on the house. So Simon comes in the next day and he sees the 3 year again and she gives him the water and toy croissant and single mom comes in and is like here is your real croissant and black coffee and when he takes a bite and a sip he's internally like I'm gonna make her my wife and her kids are my kids and he comes in everyday when the shop is open and the team notice his behavior and one day they follow ghost to the bakery and they see him holding a 4 month old baby and a 3 year old climbing him like a jungle gym and soap is like he has a secret family and he barges is the shop and is like LT! I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAVE A WIFE AND 2 CHILDREN and the 3 year old not knowing any better is like DADDY😄 and the baby's second word is dada😊 and reader is embarrassed and ghost is like yes I do and reader just dies from embarrassment cause like why would you say that and he just hands the baby back to reader and he kisses the reader and he says I'll be home for dinner (at this point he knows where reader lives) I gotta go back to work and reader is confused as all hell and baby is just babbling Dadadadada 😋.

Sorry for this word vomit

I just want someone to make this a series

#simon ghost riley #ghost #he baby #i wanna have his babies #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #single mom reader #baker reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley

[yandereforme]

Yan Batfam x Singer! Single mom! Martha lookalike! Reader

( I know it’s a lot but they are all important to the plot)

Part 1:Beginnings and first encounters

You are Bruce’s bio daughter. Your mom, who didn’t know who the father of her kid was, gave you up to your aunt to be raised by them, but you didn’t know until your adoptive parent’s funeral that you weren’t their biological daughter. You had twins recently with a shitty ex of yours who you broke up with not long before the funeral after he tried to hurt your daughter for crying.

After the funeral, where you learn that your bio mom wasn’t sure who your bio dad was, but that she knew he lived in Gotham, you decide to move to Gotham. In part due to your biological father, in part due to avoiding your ex(who had refused to be listed on the birth certificate since you gave birth during a break in your relationship), and in part due to the basically free house your bio mom had owned in Gotham. So, you moved with the twins to an abandoned, slightly dilapidated house just outside of Crime Alley, and got yourself to work.

You got a job at the Ice berg Lounge, in part due to there being an opening, and in part due to you helping two women who worked there who apparently worked right under Mr. Cobblepot?

You quickly got a reputation as a singer with a knack for knowing just what song fit a customer. It was a bit of a game between you and the other workers, where they would point out a person and you would sing a song based on their vibes. You always managed your hit home with your songs, leading to you becoming one of the most popular performers at the Iceberg Lounge.

That’s what leads to Red Hood coming in one night. He had heard about you from a few of his men, and wanted to know what all the hype was about.(This take place after the Red Hood arc, where he has already been established as a crime boss and the Batfamily know his identity, but he hasn’t made up with any of them)

Cobblepot asked you to sing a song for Red, and pointed him out to you. You knew who he was, you were just outside his area, and honestly you kind of liked what he was doing for the community, so you were willing to preform, even offering to sing two songs about him(something you had only done a few times with regulars who you really liked.

Jason accepted. You started off with You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring. You didn’t usually do a lot of rock songs, but that song resonated with you when you looked at him.(Jason loved the song. It was angry but fighting music, and your voice was really good. He understood why so many of his men praised your music(he just couldn’t understand why you looked so familiar))

The next song was different. You didn’t usually sing two songs, and the few times you did, people tended to vary reactions, from shock to anger to accidentally setting off a break down. But you had promised. You just hoped Red Hood wouldn’t hate you for the next song(you didn’t understand why it felt so right to sing the next song, when it didn’t seem like a Red Hood song, but you didn’t want to question it now.)

Then, you sang Good for you by Olivia Rodrigo, and everyone froze. (Jason didn’t know how you knew this anger of his. How did you know how he felt about Bruce replacing him? How did you know?) No one understood the song, especially when the recipient was a murderous crime boss, but they didn’t interrupt.

After you finished the song, you looked at Red Hood. He was sitting ramrod straight. You couldn’t see his face, but his posture was very tense. Slowly, he stood up, and walked to the stage. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t for him to drop $200 in your tip jar, and leave without a word.(Jason’s head was spinning. The green wasn’t invading, but it surrounded the edges of his vision. He needed to leave. He had to come back again, probably as a civilian, but for now, he needed to leave.)

After that, you got even more visitors, and a raise in your salary. You even made a new friend, Jason, and you were even starting to consider sending your kids to daycare instead of a baby sitter(you wouldn’t do that. You liked your arrangement with the street kids, where you would pay them in food and cash to watch your kids during the day. You liked taking care of them, but they needed to feel like they were doing stuff for you, so you didn’t make a fuss.)

Then, the Joker got out of Arkham.

Edit: I hope you guys enjoy this. This will probably be a series. I’ve had this idea for ages but never got around to it before now. This isn’t related to my Bruce or Jason series, which I will do, but I just wanted to finally put the on here. Please comment any suggestions for the kids names, or what you want to see next!

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[gemini-sensei]

Single mom!Reader meeting Hawk while he's hosting training at the park with his students. They cross paths when her three year old daughter runs into the middle of his lesson. He has to stop the lesson before the toddler gets accidentally kicked in the face. He crouches down to get the little girls attention and she's so excited.

"Whoa, what's your name, little lady?" He asks.

She giggles. "Daisy."

"Well, where's your mommy, Daisy?"

She points over at her mama, who is trying to keep up with another three year old, her twin brother. She's curvy with perfect hips and nice tits. She's struggling with her son, who's literally running circles around her. She manages to catch him and pick him up. He squeals and laughs as she realizes she's missing one of her set.

Hawk picks up Daisy and tells his class to stay put. He walks over to Reader, who is starting to freak out.

"Hey!" he shouts softly.

Reader looks up and Daisy shouts. "Mama! Mama!"

Hawk meets her where she stands and hands over the toddler. "She's a little firecracker."

"Don't I know it," Reader chuckles. She holds her twins and they giggle and cling to her. "Thank you for finding her. I didn't even realize she'd run off. I mean, one moment she was right beside me and the next she wasn't."

She kisses her babies heads and they giggle. Then Daisy takes something out of her pocket and holds it out to Hawk. It's a shiny rock.

"Thank you."

He takes it and smiles. "You're welcome, little lday."

She giggles and Reader is a little 😍. She can't help it. He's great with kids and smoking hot. How is she supposed to act in front of this guy? It was a little hard not to swoon but then she remembered she had two toddlers on her hips and she looks down.

"Well, I'm sorry for pulling you away from your class," she says, looking over at the teenagers watching them. She looks up at Hawk with a smile. "We won't bother you again."

"You're not bothering me," he tells her.

She smiles but then one of his students yells, "Hey, Sensei! You gonna keep ogling or are we free to go?"

He looks over and glares at them. "Whoever said that, give me laps around the park!"

The kid groans and and starts running.

Reader looks at Hawk and raises an eyebrow. "Sensei?"

"Karate," he tells her and smiles at her. "I'm Hawk."

"Caw caw!" Reader's son says. It makes his sister laugh.

"That's right, buddy," Hawk says and laughs.

"Since we're sharing names, I'm Reader and this is Darcy and-"

"Daisy!" Her daughter shouts, laughing.

Hawk and Reader laugh as the toddlers squeal and giggle. It's cute. They've officially hit it off and Hawk's students are watching, they see it. They know their sensei has the hots for young moms 🤭 and he's not going to live it down for weeks...

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[rene-spade]

ok y’all SEE MY VISION

obsessive carlos x crash out single mom who used to steal cars for a living (she WILL be from atlanta ga just like most crash outs)

she’s trying to steal his car and he catches her and HES the one apologizing 😭

carlos: oh gosh sorry ma’am please you can have it 😳😮‍💨 I’ll buy you three more also if you just give me a CHANCE 🙏😫

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[buckysimp101]

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

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Part 19 

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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 

#single dad bucky x single mom reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #teacher bucky barnes #rebecca barnes #original characters #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x yn #bucky as a teacher and a single dad? all i ever wanted #ceo!reader #bucky barnes smut #single dad Bucky barnes #single mom reader

[ivymarquis]

WIP Wednesday

I fucked off for a good while so I know @direwombat and @g0dspeeed tagged me and I thank them for including me in the fun even if Im a month late to the party 🫡 This is a massive jump in the single mom/blind date verse but the idea reminded me of a story I was told and I couldn’t help but laugh and incorporate it into the overall story. Remember to go to your follow up appointment after a vasectomy, kids

Tagging; @socially-awkward-skeleton @391780 @kneelingshadowsalome @ceilidho @glossysoap @divine--serenity @thanksbutno98 @luminousbeings-crudematter @deadbranch and any moots that I missed ;.;

Kate sits with her coffee in hand, watching as Love settles into the chair across from her, visibly pleased with the prospect of her own coffee.

They’re usually fond of companionable silence, a murmured morning in the greeting (Not good morning, as Love is never a willing morning person), before sticking their noses in their respective tablets and fiddling with emails and tasks despite this supposed to be a time for break.

Kate is neck deep wheeling and dealing as usual when she hears displeased muttering across the table. Glancing up, Love has her coffee in hand and a sour look on her face. “Everything alright?” She asks as the muttering continues.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Kate is not following. “You’re going to what?”

Love has a face as serious as a heart attack, eyes narrowing at Kate across the way. “I’m going to succeed where terrorist cells across the world have failed, and I am going to kill John Price.”

Given Love’s pleasant mood not two minutes ago, Kate can’t help but wonder what the hell happened in such a short time span that John’s landed himself in hot water.

“What’d he do?” Ever nosy, Kate’s penchant for learning everything has served her well at her job.

“I’m fucking pregnant. Again,” she elaborates while gesturing at the coffee with her free hand.

“Ignoring the fact that you announcing you’re going to kill him makes it premeditated- before you go to prison for the murder of a S.A.S. Captain, do you want to,” Kate pauses as she pretends to think, “I dunno, maybe pee on a stick?”

“This,” another gesture to the coffee, “is better than a blood test. The only stick I need is the one I’m going to shove up his ass.”

#one of these days Im gonna make a damn opt in list so I have all the moots in one place #maybe Ill do it when I get home LMAO #my brain is not working if your a moot and you wanna be tagged THIS IS YOUR TAG #john price x reader #blind date #single mom reader #single!mom verse #wip wednesday

[romanarose]

He Didn't Have to Be

Will Miller x Single Mom!reader

Summary: You and Will hit it off immediately, but being a single mom but a past, you didn't think that he'd be interested in you. You were wrong, and Will asks you on the sweetest date you could imagine.

A/N: Will Miller brain rot is so real rn. Titled after the Brad Paisley song, bc it's what inspired this fic.

Warnings: Referenced past abuse, referenced past child abuse

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Many guys ran for the hills at the idea of a woman with a kid. Some only wanted you for sex, insisting you get a babysitter or god forbid leave your son at home, insisting “it’s only for an hour” even though he was four. Some gave it a shot, only to get angry when they realized Jonah came first. It’s not that you didn’t try to make time for dates, but you had a young child, and you wanted to make the best of his childhood. They didn’t get why you were busy working on letters and numbers with him, asking “isn’t that what his preschool is for?” or why you spent time trying to plan and cook nutritious food on a budget, or why you wouldn't just drop him off with your sister to fuck or why they couldn't come over when he was napping.

So, you simply gave up dating, figuring the right guy would come along at some point, when the time better.

And the right guy did.

You were lucky enough to land a job as a receptionist at a physical therapy office, your friend’s husband, Frankie being kind enough to send the job your way when his friend said they were hiring. You were waitressing at this point and although you were getting by, it was just barely, living in a studio apartment with you and Jonah (another reason dating didn’t work) was hard. This job would offer not only financial security, but a better schedule, with Jonah at the free preschool during most of the day so this meant paying for only two or three hours at daycare after. The handsome physical therapist was a perk too.

Will Miller was one of four physical therapists in the office, but by far your favorite. He always said hello and goodbye to you every single morning and evening, and even when you first started he was making easy chit chat. The small talk turned into full conversations, Will often being found leaning over your counter, strong arms blunging out of the sleeves of his black t-shirt as you tried not to stare. It wasn’t that hard; his blue eyes were compelling enough to keep your interest. You familiarized yourself with the features of his face while he talked, and one of the other workers comments how they'd never seen Will so talkative. When you asked what they meant, they said that Will was always polite, nice but never very open. She didn’t even know he had a brother until she heard him mention Ben to you, and she’d known Will a year. It made you happy to know he felt comfortable with you like that. It took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to figure out that he was the friend Frankie knew, the one that had mentioned the job opening, but once you did, you grew closer sharing stories of Frankie and Jessica drunk.

He also let you talk about your son, which was exciting. People don’t really care a lot about a kid that isn’t their family besides a few pictures, but you mentioned a cute video, and Will actually asked to see it, endearing you to him more and more. Still, you didn’t get your hopes up. Your last relationship, Jonah’s father, messed you up pretty bad, and you were certain someone like Will wouldn’t want someone like you. Will was successful, put together, tall, handsome and charming with a very well paying job. Why would he want to take a single mom living in a shitty studio apartment with a ton of baggage? He could get any woman he wanted, not some woman he probably thought just wanted him for his money.

When he approached you that Friday as you were packing up for the weekend, he seemed oddly stiff, not leaning casually over your counter like the Jim to your Pam. Instead he stood awkwardly, hands clasped behind his back as if he was reverting back to his military days and you were his drill sargent.

 He greeted you by name, and promptly began stuttering, the composed, cool headed man you knew seemed long gone. “I was, um, well I was wondering if maybe you were doing anything this weekend? If you-you wanted to do something with me, maybe? I understand if you’re busy, it’s completely okay theres no pressure or anything, it won't have any effect on your working relationship but if you wanted too-”

“Will?”

“Hm?” His pail English skin turned pink.

“Are you asking me on a date?” 

The blush grew, but he nodded. “Yeah, if you’d like that, of course. No pressure at all, we can continue being friends either way.” The way he repeated ‘no pressure’ made your heart warm.

You smiled at him, equally nervous. The idea of going on a date for the first time in a year was nerve wracking, there was a solid chance of getting your heart broken… but he was so fucking handsome, how could you say no? “Yeah, yeah that would be great.” You laugh nervously. “I’m open all weekend, I just gotta see when I can get a babysitter.”

“Actually, I was thinking, and we don’t have to, it’s completely up to you-”

He’s so cute when he’s nervous, isn’t he? “Yes, Will?” You encourage him on.

“I thought maybe Jonah could come with us? I know maybe you don’t want to bring a strange man you don’t know around your son, but if you wanted to, I’d like to take Jonah to Chuck E. Cheese?”

You were stunned. No man has ever cared to meet Jonah, let alone spend time with him like that. 

“You want to go to Chuck E. Cheese for a first date?” You ask softly.

He seemed to get the wrong idea, and began to backtrack. “Right, not very romantic is it, sorry, I’d love to take you somewhere nice, I just thought it would be easier and I’d want to get to know Jonah because he’s a part of you-”

“I’d love that” You smile up at him. “Are you sure? It’s kinda an expensive first date?” You didn’t want him to invest a bunch of money on a date when you already knew you wouldn’t be sleeping together that day.

Will seemed to relax, smiling at the idea of the date. He shook his head. “I want to.  Besides, it’ll be fun. I haven't played ski ball in years, when else do I get a chance to be a kid?”

You could not wait to see what the 6’2 giant of a man looked like pretending to be a kid.

Will offered to pick you up but said if you prefer to meet there, that was okay too. Normally, you’d meet there, you didn’t like random men knowing your address, but Will… Will was different. The way Will was cognizant of your comfort made you just trust him. You still would be careful, of course, after what happened with Jonah’s dad you were protective of your precious preschooler. Jonah was ecstatic when you picked him up and told him you’d be going to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner. You explained he’d be meeting a friend of moms, keeping it vague, but it seemed very much uninterested in that aspect as the idea of the arcade filled his adorable little head. You kept it simple, a nice romper that would be acceptable to play in but looked cute on you, at least you thought so. You didn’t give your apartment number, for safety reasons but also you were a bit embarrassed at your small studio. You hoped soon to get a one bedroom with this nice new job, but wanted to have a good savings in case of emergencies. Jonah was small enough now that it was okay, it was working, but you wanted him to have some space of his own in a few years. Still, you did the best you could.

Will was waiting outside the apartment complex door, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hi. You look great.” He said with a genuine smile that you returned. Will wore a blue shirt and black pants, fitting the casual but pleasant outfit you had gone for, the blue bringing out his eyes. You were disappointed he didn't greet you with a kiss on the cheek or a hug, but he seemed nervous, so you didn’t think much of it at first. Will bent down, crouching to get to Jonah’s level. “Hey little guy, you must be Jonah.”

“Yeah, I’m this many” He held up four fingers. 

You held up all five “Honey, you’re this many”

“Oh” he giggled. “Yeah” He was embarrassed to have gotten his age wrong. “Sowwy”

You turn to Will, about to explain that Jonah just had a birthday, but Will was way ahead of you. 

“That’s okay, you had a birthday week, right? Mine was last month too and I still forget.”

Not only was he good with Jonah, but he even remembered his birthday. You began to let yourself get more and more attached to William Miller.

It was fun to see Will let loose. Not that he was tightly wound at work by any means, but he was professional. This was a side of him you could easily fall in love with.

You had tried to pay for the tokens for the arcade games, insisting that Will could pay for the food like he would for a normal date, and you’d cover the part for your son, but he wouldn’t let you. It wasn’t in a ‘I have more money than you’ way, but in a way that was just the kindness of his big, soft heart. And he got along great with Jonah, that was clear, and something very important to you. He asked you before picking Jonah up and putting him on a ride when Jonah begged him for help, gave him high fives and encouraged him when he didn’t get something on a game. He was everything you could ask for. He must've been a good big brother, you just knew it.

You and him were already past the small talk point, so there was no ‘tell me about yourself’, but conversation flowed easily, with you laughing and giggling along to his stories of his brother, remarking that Jonah reminded him a lot of when Ben was little. Still, he didn’t kiss you, was hesitant to touch you, and you began to worry that maybe he didn’t enjoy your company outside of work as much as maybe he thought he would. Still, it was a fun evening and you loved spending time with Will.

When the pizza came, Will noticed they forgot to bring the breadsticks. “I’ll go grab them, be right back.”

“Thank you” You smiled at him, and pulled out the wipes for Jonah’s hands and cleaned him off front he germs before turning to the table to plate up pizza for everyone. 

When you turn back, Jonah was gone. You tried not to panic. “Jonah?” You couldn’t see him anywhere. “Jonah!” Now you’re shouting, and in a flash Will is by your side, settling the garlic bread down. 

You don’t even have to explain what happened when he has a plan. “I’ll check the front, he can’t leave without one of us so he’s in here. I’ll talk to the employees, you just start searching, he’ll come to your voice easier than mine.”

You’re tearing up, looking around for your baby, trying too hard not to go into a pancik. “I swear, I turned around for just a second, and, and, and he-he”

Will grabbed you shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. He was calm, assured, clear headed in an emergency and that transferred to you. “I know, it’s gonna be okay, just go look for him and I’ll start getting a parameter.” Military man indeed. 

You nod, trusting Will to make things right, help you find him. You, Will and Jonah had numbers stamped onto your hand from the employee at the front, so you knew he couldn’t leave without you or Will, but you didn’t want him alone with all these strange people. You begin looking calling out to him and you could see Will talking to and directing the employees and a few concerned parents who volunteered to help, instructing them to clear different areas and guard them, slowly narrowing down a ‘parameter’ just as he said while you looked for him.

You were trying to keep calm, but 1000 worst case scenarios ran through your head. You needed to be strong for him.

You hear your name called from the indoor play structure and you look up to see Will and Jonah in a clear plastic bubble waving to you. Jonah was safe, Will found him, even going up in a play structure you knew he could barely fit in to do it. You began to cry, so fucking relieved to see your baby, and informed the worker that everything was okay. Will slid down the large slide (how he didn’t get struck, you didn’t know. The man was broad as hell.) and when he and your son popped out the other end, Jonah was apparently none the wiser of how much stress he put you through. You tearfully talk to him about not wondering off, then take him back to get food. The rest of the evening went wonderfully, and you didn’t take your eyes off Jonah the rest of the night. 

You watch Jonah dance and sing with the Chucky mascot when it came out, the ugly thing handing out tickets to the kids. You turn to Will. "Ever played 5 Nights at Freddy's?"

The giant of a man burst into boisterous laughing, the sound ringing out and filling your heart with so much joy. "I didn't wanna be the one to say it!" He heaves over from laughing so hard. "freaking fuck'n rat, used to scare the shit outta my brother as a child, I tried to fight it once because it made Ben cry"

You couldn't imagine the polite, composed man fighting a giant rat, but given how he talked about his brother, you knew he was defensive. "Oh? And what happened?"

"Turns out Chuck will put you on your ass when you kick him in the crotch."

When Will pulled into the parking lot, Jonah was fast sleep in his booster seat and you unbuckle him, turning to Will. It was the end of the date, and you knew what he might be expecting. “Listen, I had a wonderful time, and I’d like to go out again, but I can’t… I can’t exactly invite you to stay over.”

Will was quick to assure you he had no expectations, but you continue to clarify; you didn't want him to think you didn't want him. “It’s embarrassing, but we live in a studio apartment right now.”

“A studio isn’t embarrassing, trust me, I’ve slept in some interesting places and I don’t expect anything on the first date. And I especially wouldn’t expect a mom to invite me to stay the night where her kid lives this early on.”

You, however, weren’t ready for the evening to end. It was still early. “Listen, Jonah is out cold” After running around all day and eating a ton of pizza, he was in a food coma. “I have a balcony. I would love it if you came up and had a drink.”

Will lit up, teeth showing just a bit as he smiled. “I’d love to, if you’re comfortable.”

Will helped hold Jonah while you attempted to brush his little teeth and politely excused himself to the balcony while you changed him into his pj’s. Will didn’t seem put off at all by the Baby Yoda toddler bed between your twin mattress and the small kitchen table.

When you came outside, Will was sitting on one of the cheap lawn chairs. You brought out a throw blanket and two mugs of hot chocolate with just a splash of Bailey’s Irish Cream and pulled the second lawn chair up next to him. Gathered under one blanket, you were thrilled to spend some alone time. You adored your son, and you adored how Will wanted to all be together, but it was nice to be with Will away from work, just you and him. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Will asks sweetly, his soft, bearded face welcoming you in. 

Like a silly teenager, you blush at the innocence. “Yeah” He takes your hand and you feel so connected, so safe, so secure in his firm but comforting grip. “I was wondering when you’d make a move.” You gently tease, and you see Will blush as he smiles and glances away. “For the record, I wanted to make a move earlier, but I didn’t know what was appropriate with Jonah around. Didn’t wanna confuse him or noth’n.”

The way he always thought about you and Jonah first… it never failed to make your heart sore.

You rest your head on Will’s shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, making you feel more warm than the blanket ever could.

“Thank you for today, William.” You whisper.

“I had a great time, honey. I hope I can take you out again sometime.”

“I’d love that.” You look up at him, the moonlight illuminating his skin oh-so beautifully. “And thank you for going into action so fast when Jonah was missing.”

“Of course. Jonah is important to you, so he’s important to me. Plus, any kid that goes missing needs immediate action.”

That’s what you loved about Will. He didn’t just do it because it was Jonah, you know damn well he’d do the same for a stranger’s kid if needed. 

“How come you wanted to go out with Jonah too? I’ve never had a guy do that after a few dates, nonetheless the first one.”

He held you closer. “Well, I don’t wanna be presumptuous, but I don’t date casually, and it seems you don’t either… if we are gonna be together long term or even…” he trailed off, but you knew what he was about to say. “Well, I’d wanna be a family. Not that I’m tryna replace his dad!” Will quickly adds.

“Jonah’s dad isn't allowed near him.” You say. When Will doesn’t respond, merely nods, you knew he was keeping the conversation to talk more if you wanted to, so you continued. “He was an asshole. Roughed me up a bit.” A bit was putting nicely, but it was a bit early for pouring your heart out.

You could feel his grip tighten ever so slightly on your shoulder as he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay” You said softly. It’d been a few years since you’d left. “I put up with a lot, but when he hit Jonah, that was it. I left right after that, spent a few months in a shelter, now we're here.”

“Bastard.” He mumbled under his breath, and you knew his anger for you and your boy was genuine. 

“I have a restraining order against him, so he’s not in the picture. I wish Jonah had his dad, but I won’t let him get hurt again.”

“I know, you’re a good mom.” Will assures you, “He’s a happy kid.”

You can’t help but smile at that. “I wish I could give him more… but I’m trying.”

“Hey now” his voice was soft and comforting, his hand gently, so gently guiding you to look at him. “He’s happy, he’s got food, a bed, lots of toys and I saw the worksheets you got laid out, I know you’re working hard on his learn’n. He’s a good kid, says please and thank you, you've given him a good life, princess.” 

“Thank you, Will. I appreciate that. Are you doing anything Sunday morning? I’d love to cook you lunch.” 

When Will left that evening, he waited at your doorway, holding both hands, looking nervous again. “I’d like to kiss you, if that’s okay.”

They he always asked you, leaving so much room to say no. When he asked you on the date in the first place he was adamant about making sure you felt no obligation even though he was technically your superior, to something as innocent and pure as hold your hand… you knew he was different from Jonah’s dad, he was so, so much better. Was it possible to fall in love this fast?

Still holding his hand, as he nervously looked down at you awaiting an answer, you went up on you tippy toes, planting a loving, chaste kiss on his pink lips. He kissed you back, lips moving against yours before he pulled away. “I’ll see you both Sunday?” 

Both.

“Yeah, Sunday” You hugged him goodbye, resting your head on Will’s firm, strong chest. You didn’t want him to leave, but you knew now was not the time for him to stay over. You’d move slowly, you and Will, going at a pace comfortable for both of you until you were ready. Something felt right, so damn right about him.

Yeah, you’d take things slowly, but something in your gut told you… Will would be a part of your little family.

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This got me pretty good ngl ;-; my baby fever is so high these days lolololol

If you'd like to see a part two, lmk! I'm happy to write more drabbles with this. Not like, a series bc I don't have a full story plan but a few one shots.

I love Will so much and it makes me sad he doesn't get much attention in this fandom :(

(Dolli that princess was especially for you. I feel like Will is a 'princess' kinda man, but wouldn't use it right away. but when he felt comfortable enough....)

also funfact i usd to work at chuck e. cheese and yes i was the giant rat. Yes I have gotten tackled to the floor and yes i did want to punt some kids but didnt. flipped off some teenagers though.

tagging a few people who might be interested/expressed interest in the discord server.

@missdictatorme @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @jake-g-lockley @littlenosoul @welcometostayingawake @miraclesabound

#will miller reader #will miller #william miller #triple frontier #fluff #triple frontier fluff #will miller fluff #fem!reader #single mom reader #romana writes #fem reader #implied/referenced child abuse #implied/referenced abuse

[sensei-venus]

Omg can you imagine Eli/Hawk getting single-mom reader pregnant again because they played it too risky with his breeding kink 🤣 like now what, look what you've done 😬

- gemini sensei

( @gemini-sensei )

I could see it super clear. It would be right out of highschool. They two of them playing it as safe as possible, using multiple different forms of protection and trying to keep it all safe. Their happily settling into a more family life because they are no longer under a strict highschool life anymore. Readers baby isn’t really a baby anymore, now a walking babbling toddler. Reader is just happy that breastfeeding is out the way, her breast’s finally feel like the milk might be drying up. The little one is almost completely potty trained thanks to her and Hawk working on it. Everything is just free.

That is until she starts feeling sick and she notices she’s gaining weight again. And her breasts feel heavy again even after months of no longer feeding. She’s leaking again, heavily.

Hawk takes notice and does the only thing he can even think of, make her take a test.

And boom, it's positive.

Hawk is pumped about it, his ego boosted to a all time high. He's picking her up and ranting that he just knew it was going to happen at some point. At that point he already had the ego boost to be like “I literally knocked you up while you were on birth control.” he's a idiot but he's to cute. He's already carrying around the toddler telling them about how they are going to have a little sibling.

Insert puppy eyed Hawk and giggly toddler who happy to have a new playmate soon.

Reader is just “Well I guess I'm doing this all over again, at least I have my big old Hawk this time.” and just smiles as they all hug.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai imagine #hawk moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk x reader #cobra kai x reader #pregnant reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader #single mom reader

[kit-williams]

Heartless Madness

The title is based off of a really cool powermetal song. I'm probably going to try and name most if not all after a powermetal song tbh.

tw: Yandere? (Might need a follow up fic), aftermath of rape, aftermath of torture, the Drukhari are here so yeah

This was a hard darling to come up with... as while I love Iron Warriors she had to be the right balance of interesting enough and made of tough stuff and also to be easily mailable/moldable. I might eventually do a "least yandere" poll and see who wins and either reworks that boy or just gives them a chapter serf darling. I'm doing civilian darlings because 1) More fun 2) more terrifying

Harram the Wallbreaker let his heavy lumbering steps kick up the dust on the cracked and torn pavement. They had replied to a distressed signal from this agriworld and the warband needed another world like this to keep the war machine going. In the midst of a Drukhari attack. The night was cold and quiet... till he watched a number of humans turn their heads to the East. "What is it." His voice rumbles out of his terminator armor.

"This is the second night we've heard a baby cry. We think it might be a Drukhari trap as all that has been observed over there were unfortunate victims dying." A man said.

Harram huffed out causing a billow of steam to leave at the same time of his huff making his armor look far more alive then it was. "Has anyone checked?"

"No my lord."

He turned to the East and began the slow march. If there was an ambush waiting to happen Harram was certain he could handle it and if there was a baby there still alive then perhaps they were made of sterner stuff... like iron.

He walked past naked bodies chained to the ground in various states of decomposition. All of them chained to the ground with some xenos looking bear trap like contraption. He turned the sensitivity of the audials up and he could hear the faint crying. How it would pause then start up again.

He stopped in the mist as the crying soon turned to laughter and he pushed his armor's capabilities to the limit. "Shh Ferum... no more tears... I know you're hungry... mommy has nothing left to give." He could hear her weak hums as he slowly walked closer.

He sees her on the thermals first and scrolls through all of the different settings to get the full picture as he walks closer. He can see maggots in the lashes across her back, one leg encased fully in the xenos torture device, blood and a high degree likelihood of xenos sperm paints her inner thighs, he can tell starvation and dehydration are setting in for her, and he can tell her hair was recently cut in such a jagged motion. Harram suspects for a trophy or for other things worse should she have been found... entertaining enough for the xenos.

"Has the Emperor answered my prayers?" She speaks so softly as he watches her weakly turn her head. She ends up just rolling over, her watches her eyes close in pain as large grey eyes look at him with a tiny fist jammed into a small mouth. Ugly brusing paints her face, bite marks littering her breasts, less cuts on the front just far more bruising.

"No. He did not send me." Harram replies walking closer.

"You are one of his angels." She sighs in relief.

"I am not. I am something far worse." He tilts his head slightly thinking, "I am a devil... a fallen angel." He chuckles more to himself at his poetic nature.

"Still an angel." He sees her bloody smile. But he can see a look in her eyes ones of grim acceptance, "Have you come to save me? Or just take my baby?"

"Originally just for the baby." He notes the sad smile on her face as her eyes water and she just nods slowly petting his head. "But... I can take you too. What you will return to is not going to be the same."

"I've been changed by this... as long as whatever I return to is better than being raped by xenos I'll say that's an improvement." She bitterly laughs letting her tears fall. He watches the infant try to breastfeed once more. The exhaustion as Harram realizes the baby looks fed and hardly any exposure.

"I am going to contact my brothers to see how to remove this without removing your leg." He says watching her nod.

"Thank you dearest angel..."

Harram just sighed and talked with his brothers as he started to pull the pins in their specific order. He ignored the younger warrior's persistant asking of why he was even doing this. The child was more than healthy enough, simply take them and put the mother out of her misery... even if you ignored that they brought up the points of she would be in recovery for so long. Perhaps that was why Harram followed Endion he was considered sentimental amongst the Iron Warriors and left to start his own warband.

They all did not fit their genesires ideal vision of iron... but they were still of iron! He pulled a pin out to quickly earning a whimper from her throat as tears flowed from her eyes. "Please... I do not wish to be trouble."

"Do not speak mortal. I could have killed you if I did not wish to deal with this burden."

Esteemed terminator Harram. We have movement a few clicks north of you. It's the xenos!

Harram lifted his head as he heard her whimpers as she could hear the near silent thrum of their crafts. He pulled a decorative pelt from his shoulder off and covered her up with it. "Stay there. Do not move at all lest I crush you." He watched her pull her son to her chest and do her best to keep the infant safe with only her body to protect them. The pelt was to simply keep her out of the view of the xenos. "You will probably lose HEARING." He roared the only warning before the twinlinked bolter started throwing the explosive rounds down wind.

His leg joints locked in place, so he would be less likely to crush her and the babe. "Brother's I have started to engage."

"Are you being soft again, Harram?" He could hear Endion's warm voice suddenly connect to the vox channel.

He watched rounds connect with one of the small crafts as it was just a handful of the quick xenos. "No brother I am being like Iron!"

"What have you found then?"

"IRON!" The large chain sword slams down being lucky enough to catch one of them trying to run past and slice at his joints. He couldn't hear the infant screaming over the scream of the chains. He couldn't hear her broken sobs of begging to be killed then be hurt by them again. Harram was focused on the combat. "I have found Iron! I refuse to let them RUST!"

Harram has to unlock his legs to turn around and charge the cocky xeno. But his swings were too slow as the xeno was slowly peeling away sheets of ceramite. Not once during this exchange he thought that this was a tactical error... other brothers would see this as an error but then again they would also be as stubborn as he would be to claim the iron.

It screeched as he saw his Orichalcum, he questions not when he saw her as his, sitting up having thrown one of the knife like pins into it. The tired weak smile on her face is replaced by terror as she rolls to shield her child as it charges but that was enough time for him to slam into the xeno and start crushing it.

When he was done he turned to her watching her writhe on the ground as blood oozed out as in it's dying moment it must have activated the contraption. She looks up at him in pure pain as he pulls out his knife and watches it heat up. "Pray that you are made of Iron."

She bitterly barks, "I was an Iron worker!" She half screams, "I'm half metal shavings at this point!" She shrieks as he doesn't give her much time to think as he just removes the whole leg.

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Iron was apart of her. His Orichalcum. And her son Ferum. He learned quite a bit about her during her recovery. She was an Ironworker and so was her dead husband. She had lost him before Ferum was born... meaning that Harram could focus his attentions upon her without any meddlers.

Endion had teased him about his fondness... but it had been so long since he found anyone he could call iron. Though Endion was hardly one to complain as Harram would find him stealing Ferum away and of course teased the warlord of entering his "nesting" phase again. To which he threatened to take his Orichalcum away... and Harram could only silently stew as he would not risk losing her to a far more... charming one of his bretherin.

"Oh hello Harri-ham." She said in a cutesy voice as she was busy feeding Ferum some baby food. "Sorry I was talking with him." She just say softly. Harram just huffed softly. "Hey Harram... I want to deeply thank you for saving my life and that of Ferum. I don't know how to repay you."

"You have no need to repay me."

"Well I was thinking that I should be good to go back home soon." She hardly noticed Harram stop in his actions of getting his own food before he turned around with a bowl in hand just shoveling some food into his mouth. "I don't want to be a burden on you any more than I already have."

"What of your nightmares?"

"I'm a big girl Harram I'll have to sleep alone eventually." She chuckles as whenever he has been in the room at night she ends up usually in his bed or asleep on the plush chair in his work room just afraid to be alone... or when the night terrors come back how he grounds her. And perhaps he had grown content with the small warmth in his bed... he had never understood while Endion would bring mortals to his bed.

Not till he had her under him begging for him to fuck the xenos touch away... to replace the repulsive feelings... to help her feel clean again. "What if I don't want you to go." Harram said a little darkly just watching her blink and look at him owlishly.

"I... I..."

"Just stay for a little while longer... I can help you get things ready for you to return to, yes?"

"Oh... alright." She says softly smiling at him not realizing that the simple goalpost of 'being ready enough to leave' would keep moving further and further... and he doubts she will complain... too much.

#tw: torture #tw: rape #tw: assault #tw: Drukhari #tw: yandere #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Yandere Iron Warrior #Space Marine #Iron Warrior #warhammer 40k #Drukhari #single mom reader #widow reader

[minnophee-writes]

Safe and Sound - Part 1

Fandom: The Purge: Anarchy

Pairing: Leo Barnes x Fem! Reader

Series Warnings: Violence, gun violence, assault, non-consensual touching, death, character death, murder, breaking and entering, knives, blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abusive relationship, single mother trope, slight smut, dry humping / grinding, strangers to lovers, attempted kidnapping, smut, oral sex, p in v, size difference, taller man / smaller woman, attempted sexual assault, attempted assault, attempted murder, sharing a bed trope, strangers to lovers, kissing, Leo being a good father figure, Leo is sexually pent up, rough kissing & gentle kissing

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gun violence, assault, non-consensual touching, death, character death, murder, breaking and entering, knives, blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abusive relationship, single mother trope, slight smut, dry humping / grinding, attempted sexual assault, attempted assault, attempted murder, sharing a bed trope, Leo is sexually pent up

Summary: When you're trying to bunker down in your poorly barricaded house with your young 8-year-old son it doesn't go to plan. A gang of unruly criminals come breaking into your home and you're forced to take your son and flee down the street toward your brother's apartment. On your journey there you're corralled into an alleyway, certain of death, but then a lone saviour comes to your aid.

Word Count: 4,413 words (damn, one hell of a part 1 o-o)

A/N: I love the purge series so much and when I first saw Leo Barnes I knew my horny ass was doomed. I haven't seen many new fics of this man and I'd like to fix that. Street names and apartment / house addresses mentioned in this story are made up and fictional but I did mention 2 well known places in America due to where the Purge: Anarchy takes place in (roughly).

You huddled with your young son Justin in your bedroom when the siren blared on the TV and speakers outside. The annual Purge had begun and you were terrified. You had been struggling to juggle being a newly single mother and working 2 jobs to provide for your child. Your salary at both jobs weren't the best and so with the money you did save up you could only afford a cheap, scrap metal barricade security system for your house. You highly doubted it'll completely keep out the looters that come out during the purge but you hoped you'll be able to keep Justin safe.

With Justin cuddled into your left side, on the right side laid a large axe, a hand gun, and a hunting knife. You wanted to be prepared in protecting your son so you weren't going to shy away from using force if necessary. The Purge was a brutal bloodbath, every year seemed to get worse and worse with disgruntled employees seeking revenge on their employers, old exes murdering in a sick act of "love", and twisted people who just like to watch others suffer for entertainment. It scares you, scares Justin, and this year would be his 8th year experiencing the Purge.

Distant gun shots were fired and you felt Justin flinch, his head burrowing into your chest for comfort as your body tensed around him. You wished he never had to experience this. If you had stayed with your ex you would be protected, fortified by the highest security technology only the rich could buy - the only downside is that you'd be going back to the abuse. The name calling, the subtle insults, quick taps to the face that escalate to forceful slaps, and hiding bruises that would slowly litter your body.

You left when you finally had enough. The last straw for you was when Kyle dared to stump out a cigarette on Justin's arm when he was only 2 years old. That night you waited until Kyle fell into a drunken slumber before you packed your bags, strapped Justin to your chest, and snuck out the laundry door then out the side gate. You fled down the road to the gas station where a nice elderly couple gave you a ride from Beverly Hills to down town Los Angeles. You had secretly been stashing some of your ex's cash so that you could afford a roof over your head but you knew that the money wouldn't last long which is why you work 2 jobs just to have enough for rent, food and any other basic needs. It didn't help that you lived in down town L.A but your brother lived in the area and you wanted to be close to family since Kyle made sure that you had cut ties with your family before moving to Beverly Hills.

Your brother Daniel was the only one who knew what Kyle had done and did everything he could to help you get on your feet. Daniel helped you raise and look after Justin, babysitting when you had a late shift at the diner, and sparing money for you when you needed it. He lived about a block from you, giving you the invitation to crash at his place whenever you and Justin wanted. Daniel opened the offer earlier that day, before the Purge commenced, but you declined. You lied about having a good quality security system but you didn't want to worry him, you knew you could get through this and protect Justin but as the night dragged on you started to doubt yourself.

"Mommy, I'm scared." Justin murmured as he clung to your shirt.

"Shh - its okay, sweetie. Mama's here."

You stroked his hair to calm him a bit, humming the tune of 'Bleed to Love Her' by Fleetwood Mac to coax your son to sleep. You hoped most of the night might be slightly peaceful so Justin could rest, you were tired yourself but made the effort to stay awake and alert for anything.

As Justin slept beside you your eyelids grew heavy after hours of nothing. The occasional gun shots and screaming could be heard from afar but nothing to be worried about. With nothing to stimulate your brain it was hard to stay awake and the echoing lullaby of slumber was calling to you. Your head dipped forward only to jerk up again as you fought it but soon your mind finally succumbed to sleep.

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A sudden crash woke you, you were a bit hazy from sleep but you were brought into the presence by the sound of glass crunching from within the house. Your pulse was racing as was your mind over what to do. You heard Justin's breath hitch and so you huddled him into your walk-in wardrobe before grasping your collection of weapons and hiding in the wardrobe. You hoped that it would possibly be one person deciding to rob your home, only one person to worry about - you could handle that.

A male voice rang out down the hallway and a second male voice responding, color drained from your face at the realization that there was more than one person - probably many more as more glass being smashed could be heard in the guest bathroom down the hall. Your mind raced with conjuring up a plan of escape, if you were lucky you could get Justin to crawl under your bed before quietly vaulting out the window into the front side garden while you kept watch.

"Okay sweetie, we're going to play a little game called 'Statues'." you grasped Justin's shoulders gently to grab his attention as you explained the plan. "We're gonna crawl to my bed and hide under it, once we get there we freeze like statues. When I say so we'll crawl toward the window and Mama will help you get out into the side yard, okay?"

"Yes, mommy." Justin nodded cautiously before laying on his belly.

At your signal you both inched to the bed while you glanced out your bedroom doorway to make sure none of the men had seen you or Justin. When you were under the safety of your bed you surveyed the hallway again, freezing and listening for movement from within the house. Rattling noises came from in the guest bedroom, porcelain shattering and rustling of cabinet drawers being opened aggressively. You nodded to Justin again to move toward the window while you trailed behind him with your stare aimed at the doorway.

Justin reached the windowsill and slowly tried to pry open the window. You assisted him once you crawled up behind him and prayed that it wouldn't creak as it widened but it seemed that whatever God was above wanted to spite you. The wooden frame stuttered loudly in the room, echoing down the hallway and all movement down there stopped abruptly. Your breath picked up as you shoved the window open and lifted Justin out and into the side garden in a panic, footsteps were approaching fast and so you tossed yourself out the window next to your son.

"We need to go - now!"

You grasped Justin's hand as you ran for the gate to get out to the road, the voices from in your home shouting at each other while a few stray bullets whizzed passed you. You picked up Justin and held him in your arms for protection, your legs carrying you as fast as possible - heading in the direction of your brother's apartment. Justin started hyperventilating in your ear from the shock of the sudden violence and narrow escape, his little mind racing to understand what was happening and where they were heading while your brain was rattling with the different thoughts of the fastest and safest way to reach Daniel's place.

You had passed a few other houses on the block when a loud explosion erupted from a couple of parked cars that sat down another street across the road, an armoured vehicle charged toward the T intersection before breaking hard in the middle of the road. You ran behind a tree on the block as a group of people hopped out of the small truck, large assault rifles at the ready and masks covered their faces. Some were cheering while others searched the area, you guessed for prey, to feed their sick idea of entertainment. You weren't sure if they'd kill on sight or capture you both to be tortured for pleasure and you didn't want to stick around to find out, you just wanted to take Justin to Daniel's and know he'll be safe when the sun rises in the morning.

Your body shook slightly from fear of being caught, you couldn't risk Justin being hurt - he was your little bundle of joy, your baby boy, and you weren't going to let anyone take him away from you.

Justin's sniffling and whines were getting loud and you tried to shush him, some of the masked men turned in your direction and alerted the others.

"Shh, baby, shh... we need to be quiet..." you whispered in desperation but a harsh yank of your hair shot to your scalp.

Rough hands grabbed you while ripping your son from your arms causing you to scream in distress. You thrashed in the men's arms to get closer to Justin when a blow to the left side of your face disorientated you enough for them to drag you to the middle of the street, more masked men surrounding you as another man held Justin in a tight grip. The stranger aimed a knife next to Justin's neck and your heart rate spiked in fear.

"No, please!" You begged, "I-I'll doing anything, please - just don't hurt my son!"

A man walked toward you and chuckled at you, finding your pleading to be amusing. He got down on one knee and leaned over you in a menacing manner which made you slightly shrink into yourself.

"'Anything', you say? Well I can think of a few things you could do to save your son." The man then suggestively groped his own crotch to imply his meaning.

A shiver shook through your body at the thought of doing anything sexual for these men and hoped you could convince them otherwise.

"My boss is the owner of the Drunken Duck bar, he has a safe in his office-"

"I don't care about his shit. I've got plans for you."

You were then shoved onto the asphalt, your back and side of your face pressed to the ground as you struggled to get the man off of you. Justin cried at the scene and your heart clenched at the thought of him witnessing something so horrific so you put more effort into fighting your attacker. The man had managed to jerk your pants and unzip his but you twisted your legs so that he couldn't remove your underwear which frustrated the masked man. He began to squeeze your legs to get you to release your hold but you screamed in defiance, swinging your small fists toward his face with all your might.

"Get off of me!"

"Shut up, slut."

The man gripped your throat harshly, choking you and making you lose focus. Your body flailed as you fought to get more air into your lungs, your legs kicking to get leverage, and your arms clung to his in an attempt to remove his hand from around your neck. Your vision was starting to fade but a distant roar of a car engine ricocheted through the streets, the man above you pausing his actions while his head swivelled to the right.

A black, armoured car darted from around the corner and swerved toward the group of men.

"Shit - open fire!" He boomed as the car rammed into a few of his men and into their own vehicles.

It was all a blur for you as oxygen entered your body, you rolled onto your stomach and surveyed where Justin was. He was laying on the ground a distance away from you and crying out for you.

"Justin! Mommy's coming, baby." You shouted.

You made your way over to him as bullets flew in all directions, your swollen eye made it hard to navigate but you pushed on as you got closer and closer to Justin. You got within a few inches from him when a swift kick to your stomach winded you and you were then shoved to the side, a heavy weight laid on top of you in the process.

"Mommy!"

The terror in your son's voice had your mind in a frenzy, you fought back against whoever was above you but you couldn't fight back against his hard-hitting blows to your face. Your consciousness was fading in and out, the bad seeming to spread across your body, and your strength dwindled with each punch. When the surrounding light growing faint the sudden pressure on top of you vanished - you could breath but you just laid there unable to move from exhaustion. Small arms wrapped around you and cold, wet droplets began to fall onto your exposed skin as Justin attempted to cuddle you but the shock coursing through his body was making it hard.

You cracked open your left eye, barely in better shape than your right, and gazed up at Justin, wheezes rattled your throat while you made an effort to move your arms to reassure your 8-year-old. You struggled to lift your upper body to sit up and fell back, Justin sobbing then exerted himself to lift you with his tiny strength.

"Hey, hey - stay awake, little momma." A calm male voice instructed, "I'm going to get you and your son out of here but I need you to trust me..."

Larger hands then touched your arms, your eyes shooting toward the culprit and seeing a slightly older man with messy dark hair, a sharp jawline covered in rough facial hair, as well as piercing brown eyes. Your mind went blank and you were suddenly aware of your dry mouth when no answer came out so you resorted to nodding your head cautiously. If you wanted your son to be safe and protected then you'll have to give some trust to this new stranger who seemed to have saved you from death.

"Good." he nodded then offered his hand." Leo Barnes at your service."

"Y-Y/N..." your voice croaked out painfully.

"Alright, Y/N just stay calm. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to my car - okay?"

You nodded again to save your voice and felt your body heating up at the strong, muscular arms that wrapped around you and lifted you with one arm tucked under your legs and the other supporting your back. You leaned your head against his upper chest hearing his heartbeat which started to lull you to sleep. Leo shook you slightly to keep you awake in case you have a concussion, Justin trailing behind the both of you to the car. Leo gently set you down on the passenger seat before helping Justin into the back seat and buckling you both in. The seatbelt pressed against a wound that you hadn't noticed before - guessing you must have been grazed by a bullet during the shoot-out, you fidgeted from the small, stinging pain as Leo got into the driver's seat and starting up the vehicle.

"M-my brother... lives on the corner... of Mcroyle street..."

"Just down here, yeah?" Leo pointed further down the street where a large apartment complex stood and you nodded.

Leo drove the few feet to your brother's place and helped you and Justin up the stairs to Daniel's apartment. As the three of you reached Daniel's floor Leo noticed that your brother's door was slightly ajar and he knew something was up.

"Wait..."

"What? Daniel's apartment is right there-"

"The lock is broken and the door is open." Leo stared at you for a moment before continuing, "Stay out here - I'll check it out and make sure it's clear."

You agreed and watched Leo creep into Daniel's apartment, the eerie silence made you anxious as no voices could be heard - not even from the other apartments which put you on edge further. Oncoming footsteps caught your attention and you saw Leo emerge from the apartment with a sorrowful expression. His face told you what you needed to know and the tears blurred your vision while they streamed heavily down your face, your hands covering your mouth to muffle the pitiful sobs from echoing the hallway you stood in. Justin watched on in confusion and distress - he was smart enough to understand something was wrong because of your visual state but wasn't aware of 'what'.

You hugged Justin for comfort as Leo strutted toward you both, giving you a few seconds to grieve before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked up into his dark eyes with your teary ones.

"C'mon, it's not safe here. I have a secure place that you two can hide in until it's over." Offered Leo.

You swallowed while debating the option in your head but you knew it was your only option for Justin's sake.

"Okay..."

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The car ride to Leo's secure hideout was quiet. Justin fell asleep in the backseat a few minutes ago, you were leaning against the passenger door looking at the passing scenery as Leo focused on the road. The humming from the car engine was the only sound even if it was muffled, the air around you and Leo was gloomy from the previous events.

Before leaving Daniel's apartment Leo had searched for some pants for you since your encounter with the masked man had ruined them, your jeans had been ripped and torn in many places so Leo had found you a pair of your brother's gym shorts. The car's air-conditioning was starting to freeze your exposed skin on your legs and arms, the cool air causing you to feel the slight throbbing pain of your many bruises and wounds but you tried to focus on anything else but the discomfort. Without warning a warm, large hand rested on your bare thigh which caused you to jump in your seat - Leo apologized swiftly removing his hand trying to explain himself.

"Sorry, you looked cold so I wanted to offer some heat..." Leo's voice trailed off, probably thinking about how idiotic his reasoning sounded but you just shook your head with a small smile.

"Thank you." you caressed the spot where his hand once was, "I'm a bit cold, now that you mention it."

He gradually placed his hand back on your thigh and rubbed it to warm it up occasionally switching legs after a few minutes one each one. His body heat helped a lot with keeping your legs warm, the touching and caressing was shooting to your crotch making it pulse with want. Your face slowly started to blush at the thought of a rough looking man like Leo would be petting you and making you feel certain emotions that you haven't in quite some time.

Your logical brain was turning into mush has your horny thoughts flashed through your mind with multiple different scenarios which had your pussy throbbing and dribbling in your underwear - a little thought mortified if Leo were to feel the wet spot if he moved his hand more to the inside of your thigh but that didn't stop your body from relaxing and slightly adjust your legs to spread a little wider. An unexpected squeeze to your thigh jerked you back to rational thinking and you clenched your things abruptly.

"Woah, didn't mean to startle you." Leo glanced over at you with slight concern.

"I-I'm okay... Just a little jumpy I guess."

Leo quickly glanced down for a brief moment before staring back at the road ahead of him, you looked down to see his hand trapped between your thighs near your drooling pussy which made your eyes widen in embarrassment. You were too scared to move your legs because your anxiety would then reason that it would bring attention to the touch and you'd lose the warm press of his hand close to where you needed it.

Before you could continue your internal struggle the car slowed to a stop outside of what looked like an abandoned house in an old part of the city where not many people lived and the house was concealed by foliage and a long gravel driveway. Leo got out of the car to then unbuckle Justin from his seat and carried him inside while you gradually made your way inside after them. You saw that Justin was sleeping in the only bedroom you could see - that Leo had placed him in, while you crept over to the old, beat-up couch to sit on, finally giving your sore body a rest. Leo sat beside you with a relieved expression as he groaned, his legs spread wide and slightly nudged into yours causing your heart to shutter and your body to heat up again.

"Sorry if the place is a bit small. The house only has one bedroom but you and...?" Leo trailed off in an implied question.

"Justin."

"You and Justin can share that room - I can take the couch."

"Oh no, no, no! You've saved my son and I, and brought us to a safe place. You deserve the bed after all you've done for us." You pleaded, feeling guilty.

Leo shook his head with a chuckle, he admired your caring nature but could visually see that you needed the rest. Dark, heavy bruising littered your face and exposed skin, blood dried on your skin and a few cuts looked irritated from being dirty so his first priority was to clean you up and care for your injuries.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

During the whole process you couldn't keep your thoughts innocent when it came to Leo. From his rippling muscles, his messy hair, the way he would touch you, praise you when you winced at the sting of the disinfectant; and even the way he would stand close so you could smell his scent of gun smoke, leather and an earthy, cedar aroma. It made you light-headed, you subconsciously leaned into Leo's touches and embrace - every so often you would drift off to sleep in his arms only to wake up when Leo would wipe an antibacterial wipe on one of your wounds.

You were so drained that you barely had any energy to exert to move out of the small bathroom which lead Leo to picking you up again and carrying you to the bedroom Justin was resting in. When Leo settled you on the bed he went to move out of the room when you tiredly grasped his wrist and wined.

"Please don't go, you're warm..." You slurred, your tired state making you a little delirious.

Leo glanced at the bed, sizing it up and mentally calculating if there'll be enough room for all three of them. He looked down at your hazy eyes, you looked adorable when you begged and he just couldn't resist disappointing you. He moved toward the bed so you shuffled over to the middle of the bed as Leo climbed in, his body heat already warming you up better than the blanket that you were tucked under. When you both settled again you were facing each other, your breaths fanning over your faces, and your eyes were locked in an intense stare.

"Comfortable?" Leo asked.

"Yes, just a bit chilly but better than before..."

"Okay, good."

Your body gave a short shiver from the cold air that caressed your shoulder that wasn't under the blanket, you moved to remedy the issue when a heavy object wrapped around your waist before you were tugged into a toasty body. You hummed in approval, snuggling into the warm surface when a chuckle vibrated through your body causing your eyes to shoot open and look up at Leo, his eyes were closed as if to mimic sleeping but his deep laughter told you he was still awake.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Leo..." You mumbled until sleep finally sunk it's claws in, dragging you into its embrace.

Leo could hear faint snores coming from you as he made sure to keep you warm and to make sure you and your son were protected. Your soft skin and smooth legs pressed into him causing him to exhale in distress when he could feel a certain body part getting a little too excited about the physical contact. Leo's arms strained from pulling you closer into him but his cock began to throb in need in his pants. He tried to resist but you fidgeted in your sleep, rubbing your lower stomach and crotch against him and his body would respond the same - his hips would angle forward to press against you while you slept.

You gasped in your sleep except you didn't wake up, your breathing began to be somewhat laboured and your hips thrusted toward Leo's to chase the subconscious sensation of his rough jeans against your stimulated clit that was puffy and sensitive. Both hips worked in tandem with each other, your breathing getting louder and Leo's body tensing from the rising orgasm but suddenly his rational mind screamed at him.

'What are you doing, you bloody idiot!?' After what she's just been through and you do that? He stopped immediately but the sound of your unconscious whine at the loss of stimulation had Leo shushing you and cuddling you further to make up for teasing you. Movement behind you also reminded him of your son sleeping at the other side of the bed, a fair distance from you both but guilt and irritation wracked his mind at his thoughtless decision yet he just couldn't let you go.

His eyelids finally grew heavy, a yawn made its way out of his mouth before he rested his head on top of your head, his face burrowed into your hair because the flowery scent of your hair products lulled him into sleep. The three of you sharing a bed, Leo's shotgun propped against his side of the bed next to his pillow, and you and Leo wrapped into each other's arms.

Unbeknown to you or Leo, your three man group would be rudely awoken by a malice gang looking to cause more chaos before the night is over...

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[writerlyhabits]

First Date

Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader

Ch. 2 of Blue is For Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3

Word count: 6.0k

Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out on a real first date, but what does that look like when you don’t have anyone to watch your son? 

Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think that’s all it’s pretty cute

AN: Okay… I know this took forever to get out, but I started writing one idea that takes place after this and had a hard time transitioning, so I started over and wrote this chapter instead 😂 If you’re waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise it’s coming 😉 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily 💙

“NO! It’s gonna fall!” Your son screeched from the living room. And as you continued to chop up your taco meat in the pan, you heard a heavy thump on the ground and an excited giggle from the four-year-old. 

Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Ben’s developing motor skills and small size gave him a slight disadvantage as he played his favorite Bluey game, and Bucky was far too invested in how high he could get their high score. Keepy Uppy experts, they called themselves, smacking a balloon this way and that trying to keep it off of the floor. 

You weren’t sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didn’t have the heart to make them stop. 

It hadn’t taken long for Bucky Barnes to find a place for himself in your lives, and it had been far easier to get him through your door since that first night he came over for dinner. It started with dinners here and there until he was almost expected at the table each night. Ben wanting to show off his school projects had turned into after-school play dates, which then became a demanding four-year-old and a super soldier on call, ready to be at your doorstep in a moment's notice. 

One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ‘no’ and do his own thing. But he walked in with a sweet smile and soft touches, greeting Ben with equal enthusiasm. Before you could even get it out, Bucky made sure you knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. 

When it was just the two of you, Ben would often tell you that Bucky was his best friend. And after you put him to bed, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush when Bucky’s nightly text messages came in. “Bedtime went okay?” translated to it’s my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face. 

“MAMA!” You snapped your head up in Ben’s direction, seeing the blue balloon floating across the counter that divided your kitchen and your living room. Glancing at Bucky, he gave you a wink as his eyes danced between you and the balloon. 

With both boys looking at you with anticipation, how could you deny them?

Resting your spatula against the pan, you scurried to the counter and got up on your toes, leaning across it to smack the balloon back into the living room where Ben bounced over to it. You watched them for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you watched the brick wall of a man play so sweetly with Ben, complete with goofy faces and exaggerated movements just to make him laugh. 

That shouldn’t have been all it took to make you absolutely head over heels for him. And yet you had to physically make yourself look away and focus on cooking dinner to avoid watching him with heart eyes. Logically, watching a man play well with your four-year-old shouldn’t have been the root of your affections… but it was kind of hard for it to be anything else when Ben was always with you. 

“Hey, we kept it up twenty-four times, that’s pretty good!” Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended. 

“Let’s do it again! We’ll really beat the high score this time,” Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle. 

“How about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? I’ll be back in a sec,” he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself. 

Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Bucky’s large hands smoothed over the middle of your back. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, and you tried to cover it up by turning to meet his gaze, finding him leaning against the counter beside you with a cocked brow. 

“Hey sugar, come here often?” He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places. 

“Only every day of my life,” you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face. 

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked gently. 

“I mean… you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?” 

“And now I’m talking to you,” he winked at you, removing his hand from your back so he could tend to the other pot simmering on the stove. You tried to ignore how much you missed the feeling. “He’ll be fine, I’ll go back out there in a few minutes.”

“Mmm, okay… so what do you want?” You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. “I’m smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- well, not because I don’t want to spend time with you,” he quickly defended himself, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “It’s- c’mon, we were playing keepy uppy, you can’t expect me to turn that down,” he argued, now laughing with you. 

“But you do have a question for me?” He nodded in defeat. 

“I was just wondering… Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?” 

Oh. 

That question. 

The one that, with men you had entertained in the past, had meant they were done playing family man, that they wanted Ben to be someone else’s problem so they could get you alone. It was always pitched to you like it was some kind of fantasy of yours, like they were doing you this big favor by giving you a reason not to be Mom. As if that was ever something you wanted to escape. 

It usually meant the end of whatever short-lived flirtationship you had allowed. They would show their true colors, turning into ugly versions of themselves when denied what they were really after. Your walls would go back up, you would keep your baby close to your chest, and you would never hear from them again. 

But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldn’t be farther from them. 

“I uh… No, I don’t,” you started shyly, not very good at hiding how his question had caught you off guard. But when you watched his expression shift, it was soft, and there was no leap to a defense. He was different. “I’ve been working from home since Ben was born, and I only went back to the office because he started going to school. Other than friends here and there…” You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” he started, taking a deep breath before he looked back at you, still effortlessly reducing you to a puddle with one look despite his evident nerves. “I was thinking of asking you out on a date.” 

It was annoying what that one sentence did to you. 

“Figured I’d do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.” 

Just for one night… you’d never heard that one before. 

“I can.” What were you saying? “I can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? I’m sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.” 

What were you saying? 

It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone else’s supervision. But he was all you had. And it’s not like you required much from a potential sitter, keeping him safe and happy was all you really cared about. But it was so hard to let go of him, and far easier to just reschedule things for another time. Now you were agreeing to hand your baby away because a pair of pretty blue eyes said he wanted to treat you to a night out. 

And you wanted it. 

Before you could take it back, even before the rush of mom guilt started to flood in, Bucky was already swooping in to rescue you from your spiraling thoughts.

“Hang on, don’t go pawning him off on someone you don’t trust, you’re gonna stress me out,” he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. “I just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.” 

The relief that flooded your body was more satisfying than you could have ever imagined. And somehow there was still room to be disappointed in what you lost. The idea of sitting at a table in a nice restaurant and being able to talk, really talk without the fear of what little ears could hear… 

With Bucky, it sounded wonderful. 

“I still want to take you out on a date,” he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head. 

“And how do you think that’s gonna work, Buck?” You laughed, amused by the image of you and Bucky in a fancy dining room joined by a booster seat and a plate of chicken nuggets. “Just give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, I’ll find someone he’ll be okay with.”

“Nah, we’ll take him with us,” He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. “Psst…. Ben… c’mere.” You watched in intrigue as your son quickly abandoned the balloon he was tossing into the air to toddle over to the super soldier, launching himself into Bucky’s arms as the tall man kneeled down.  

“What do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?” he offered, and your son immediately lit up. 

“Is today Saturday?” You and Bucky shared a look. 

“No buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you don’t go to school.” Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied. 

“Why?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Ben’s responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head. 

“Well… so we can all spend some time together. We’ll go get hot dogs, and I’ll take you guys to the park. And maybe I’ll treat you guys to…” Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. “Maybe I’ll get us a treat afterward. How’s that sound?” 

“Good!” Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. “Bucky?” 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can tomorrow be Saturday?” Bucky’s face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldn’t help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise. 

“Ben, honey,” you started, and Ben’s face appeared under Bucky’s bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. “Why don’t you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?” 

You watched him struggle to climb around Bucky’s arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched – and helped – in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Bucky’s ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Ben’s ticklish whispers than you were. 

And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Ben’s ear. When he backed away, the two boys shared a look, nodding in agreement. Thick as thieves… Bucky nodded his head towards you, getting Ben to finally loop you into the plan. 

“Bucky sayed yes! He sayed it’s a date,” he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too. 

“Then tomorrow it is,” you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees. 

“Keepy Uppy! Come on, let’s go!” Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Bucky’s hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didn’t make a difference. 

“Hold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,” he laughed, and Ben groaned as he returned to the living room to play by himself. You kept yourself propped up against the counter as Bucky approached you, confident that your weakened knees needed another moment to be able to support you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you into anything,” you smiled, and he shook his head. 

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfect” he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just glad he’s so excited.” 

“Me too,” you sighed, glancing back out into the living room to see your son laid out on the edge of the couch as he tossed his balloon into the air. “So, what treat did you change your mind about?” You asked with a grin. 

“It wasn’t so much that I changed my mind? I just didn’t think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,” he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you. 

He was different. 

…

“Alright I’ve got one,” Bucky offered from his spot on the wooden bench next to you, the two of you sitting on the perimeter of the park taking turns scooping bites from the rest of Ben’s cup of chocolate ice cream, which he’d ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream. 

“Oh this should be good,” you teased, handing him the small cup as you finished your bite. After having gotten hot dogs and walked around the city, you had already crossed off the usual first date topics and found yourselves in this sort of game of twenty questions. The main difference is that you were trying to take advantage of your time without little ears. Well, not being in an enclosed space with little ears. 

“What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite – he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you. 

“Okay, this one wasn’t exactly terrible, but just weird,” you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. “This guy took me out to eat at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Literally, it was just a window on the side of the tiniest building I’ve ever seen. 

“We end up sitting to eat it in a park close by, and I start to think that the date can finally start. But then I look over and see him picking all his toppings off.” Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. “After he’d polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.”

“And then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?” he asked incredulously. When you nodded, he closed his eyes and dropped his head into one of his hands, rubbing his face in what could only be described as despair. 

“I lasted about halfway through the crust before I threw etiquette out the window, and asked him what the hell he was doing to that poor piece of pizza. He just laughed and told me he’d been eating it that way since he was a kid.” 

“Please tell me you got up and left immediately,” he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story. 

You could have said that. That would be the normal thing to answer with, especially when talking about a different man on a first date. 

“That uh… that was actually Ben’s dad.” 

Or just put it all out there. That’s… that’s what you did. Way to make it awkward. 

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to look at you with his brows raised as if he’d just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise. 

“So that’s why Ben eats pizza like that…” 

“Like a weirdo? Apparently,” you finished, and Bucky chuckled to himself as he looked back out at the playground to check on the boy in question, and you admired his features as he did. “He’s never met that man in his life, but I guess pizza preferences are genetic. He just came out of the womb ready to confuse anyone who has to see him tear into a pepperoni pizza.” 

“I’ve told you I’m from Brooklyn, right? New York?” He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. “It probably drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” 

“A little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,” he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. “You should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.” 

“Oh yeah? And which way is that?” 

“You fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,” he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit – his New York was a few decades behind the trends – but that was exactly how you’d seen him manhandle his slices last week. 

“His hands are too small for that!” You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended. 

“So we teach him now. Fix it before it’s too late, and then when he’s older we won’t have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.” 

The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him. 

There was still an amused grin on his face, but the implication behind his words still hung in the air, and you could tell he was weighing his options as he watched your face for any trace of a response to how many times he had said we, not to mention talk of still being around when Ben was a little older. 

“I- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,” he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along. 

“Well, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didn’t bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up because of it. 

“Yeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?” He asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at you as he adjusted his spot on the bench, ending up just a little bit closer to you. 

“That depends on what you’re planning,” you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression. 

Your innocent laughter was quick to fade when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips in a way that should not have had as much of an effect on you as it did, finding his baby blues darting down to your lips before returning your gaze. 

“You’ve got something, right here…” he husked, the arm that had been resting against the back of the park bench moving slyly to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips. 

“Hmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?” you managed as his face inched closer to yours, scanning your expression for any sign of rebuttal. Lucky for him, you were so giddy with anticipation that you may as well have had a green light on your forehead. 

“Mhm, you did,” he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me get that for you…” 

“How kind of you,” you whispered, earning you a bright smile as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as you anticipated his next move. 

The moment Bucky’s lips met yours, you could have been easily convinced that the world around you had fallen away. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close. 

It was pure. Fucking. Bliss. 

His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadn’t realized was empty, curing some secret ache in your soul. The hand cupping your cheek slipped to the back of your neck to hold you just that much closer, angling his face to kiss you again, keeping you close to him. He touched you as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured while he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive. 

Bucky parted the kiss and held his lips away from yours by mere centimeters, an immediate wave of disappointment washing over you, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. And again. And again. 

“What do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?” he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath. 

“I think I’ll let it slide,” you teased right back, delighted by the huff of amusement you got from the muscular man in front of you, more than eager to let him lean back in to keep kissing you…

“MAMA!” 

Honestly, you should have seen it coming. 

Bucky’s lips had only just touched yours when Ben called for you from across the playground, and you could feel the super-soldier's wide grin spreading across his face as you scrunched your nose. 

You put on your best attentive mother face as you turned to look at your son, finding him attempting to run up to you through the wood chips of the playground, his eyes trained on the handful of leaves in his hands. 

“Yes baby?” you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky. 

“I buyed you more ice cream!” Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery. 

“That was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,” you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice – Bucky’s chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded – as you pretended to nibble on the leaves you’d been gifted. This was probably the fourth time you’d gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three. 

When you emptied his “bowl” by tossing his leaves to the side, just as you and Bucky had alternated doing for the past six handfuls, you assumed he would return back to the game of cafe so his new friends could “wash the dishes.” That was the pattern, that’s how the game was supposed to go. 

But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your son’s next move would prove to be wrong. 

So of course, possibly the only time where you might have wanted him to keep playing his game and leave you to find your own entertainment on the park bench, he patted his hands on his pants and began climbing into your lap. Pushing limbs to the side, almost kicking Bucky in the abdomen, actually headbutting you in the abdomen… the whole nine yards. 

“What uh… what are you doin, bud?” you asked once he’d settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him. 

“I jus’ wanted to snuggle you,” he shrugged, wiggling impossibly closer to you as he looked back out at the playground, perfectly content to watch the other children play as he sat with the two of you. You rolled your eyes for only Bucky to see, getting another laugh out of him as you squeezed your son tight. 

“Thank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,” you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “You have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.” Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing. 

While you definitely would have enjoyed getting to kiss him just a little bit longer, getting cuddled by your son while Bucky tucked in close and wrapped an arm around your shoulders was a very close second. 

…

You shut the door to Ben’s room gently behind you, tip-toeing out into the living room where Bucky was waiting for you, leaning up against the arm of the couch with his hands resting gently in his lap. He raised his brows expectantly, silently asking how it went. 

You waved a hand across your face. “He’s out,” you whispered, making Bucky smile. 

“I thought he would be,” he said softly, nodding slowly. “I could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.” You laughed as you remembered Ben’s antics, climbing all over Bucky as he sat on the couch, doing anything he could to fight sleep, and laughing at just about anything that the super-soldier said to him whether it was meant to be comical or not. 

“You wore him out!” you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kids’ game of chase.” He giggled as you stepped into the space between his legs, his hands instinctively lifting off of his lap to rest comfortably on your hips. “Earned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.” 

“Oh yeah?” he asked sweetly, tilting his head in intrigue as you ran your hands up and down his muscular arms. Very muscular arms… You bit your lips and nodded to answer, earning a deep hum. “Did it earn me any points with Ben’s mom?” 

Your eyes found the chain of his dog tags hanging around his neck, tucked into the soft sweater that stretched over his chest. Buying yourself time to find the right words to answer his flirtatious question, you trailed your hands up his shoulders until they found the beaded chain. Slowly you pulled them out and kept them hooked in two of your fingers, the chain taught against his neck as you finally met his gaze. 

The blue of his eyes was slowly being overtaken by his pupils as he watched you. Not completely, but just enough to be noticeable, and it gave you a surge of confidence. You still had it. 

“You earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,” you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his. 

“How soon can I cash it in?” The gravel of his voice rumbled through his body, and you felt it go directly to your core. You gave a slight tug on the chain in your hands, clueing him into your answer. 

He didn’t need telling twice. Bucky followed the pull of his dog tags and leaned in to reconnect his lips with yours, and the second they hit home you melted into his grasp. You dropped the chain and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting most of your weight in his arms as his hands slid to wrap around your hips, holding you tight. 

It was hot, full of fire and hunger. He moved against you like it was second nature, tuned into every little sign and indicator your body was giving him, rendering you practically boneless. He nipped at your bottom lip, and teased your tongue with his own as you let him in, no thoughts in your head save from letting him keep kissing you like his life depended on it. 

Before you could wrap your brain around needing to stop for air, Bucky broke the kiss. His lips were so close, and yet so far, hovering inches away from yours. You spared a glance to see why he was torturing you like this, leaning back slightly to find his eyebrows furrowed as he stood completely still, peering out of his peripheral vision to follow… whatever it was he heard. 

After a few moments of silence, he relaxed again, turning his focus back to you and donning a sheepish grin when you raised your brows in question. “Sorry, I thought I heard Ben.” 

Ben… Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room. 

You didn’t even have the brain power to remember where you were, let alone keep your motherly instincts intact. Usually, it was you who had the all-hearing ears, being able to pick up on any slight out-of-place movement your son may have made. 

This time you didn’t. But Bucky did. While making out with you. 

“Are you even real?” You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. “I mean, it’s enough of a task trying to find a man even willing to give a single mom the time of day. But here you are, buying him ice cream on our first date and listening for him mid-makeout.” His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement. 

“Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right, but that’s… I don’t feel like I deserve praise for that,” he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. “I actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying ‘we’ so many times… I- I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

The longer he kept talking, the more you were convinced you were dreaming. At any moment you would wake up, and this wonderful wonderful man would be ripped away from you. 

But when the dream didn’t end, you were quick to ease his worries. “Please don’t apologize for that, it was- okay, I don’t want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.” 

Bucky tilted his head in question, gesturing for you to keep talking, and you took a moment to find the right words to explain what you were trying to tell him. Words that didn’t make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did. 

“The guys I’ve dated in the past… well, I’ll just say that they were less concerned about finding a sitter specifically for the first date, and more interested in finding a way to get Ben out of the equation completely.” You had more to say, but for a moment all you could do was watch him. His face changed as soon as the words left your lips, and you were momentarily fascinated by the thinly veiled discomfort that took over his expression. 

Bucky was angry. 

Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you – as a complete unit – was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasn’t even seeking a reward for it. This wasn’t a show, he wasn’t trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else. 

“I’d way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older… it’s a nice change from having to explain why Ben’s dad hasn’t come to take him away for the weekend,” you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. “I like having you around all the time, watching you play together. You’re really good with him, Buck.” 

That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. “I try,” he shrugged. “He’s a sweet boy, it’s hard to tell him no.” 

“I know,” you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. “Y’know, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that you’re his best friend.” Bucky’s face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey. 

“As much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,” he started, sparing a glance towards Ben’s room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldn’t think that was crazy. “He deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.” The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them – and all their many differences – making for a comical image in your head. “Don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.” 

“Oh really? Not any of your superhero friends?” You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. “And what about me?” He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised. 

“I was reserving something else for you…” he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body. 

“And what would that be?” you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Bucky’s grip on you tightened as he rose from the arm of the couch, his darkening eyes never leaving yours as he walked you backwards through your apartment, keeping you balanced as you did your best to keep your feet on the ground. 

“Mmm, I think you’ll just have to wait and see,” he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. “I think I’ve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,” Bucky whispered. 

He didn’t give you time to come up with a witty reply before he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours ever so softly, one arms slinking around your waist to pull you flush to him as his other left you, but you couldn’t dedicate any thought to where it might have gone when you were running your hands through his hair and enjoying the pleased sounds it drew out of him. 

It didn’t last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses – not nearly enough, in your opinion – giving you a shit eating grin. He whispered a goodnight, stepping back to admire the flustered state he was leaving you in before walking back towards your front door, coat already in hand. And with one last wink he was gone, the door clicking softly as he shut it gently behind him, conscious of the sleeping four year old inside the apartment. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there, bracing yourself against the wall just inside your apartment as you went over the events of the night, remembering each sweet gaze, tender touch, and absolutely tantalizing kiss he had given you. One thing was for sure; it was without a doubt the most romantic date you had ever been on. 

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the wall, moving to go double-check on Ben before starting your own nightly routine. You stopped in your tracks when your phone vibrated in your pocket, your face quickly breaking into a smile when Bucky’s name appeared on the screen. 

If we’re still throwing out first date rules, I don’t have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, I’m glad you agree. 

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Meeting Single Dad! Osamu Miya

Single Dad! Osamu Miya x Single Mom! Yn (female reader; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, a small Miya child raised by Osamu and Atsumu 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! I named the children because it was easier than saying “your son” all the time! Also the request is a little different then the direction I went in, I honestly love this request so I left it open to a potential pt. 2 👀

Oof- being a single mom is HARD

Trust me, I know 🥰

But once again this isn’t about me, this is about You

Our fearless, strong, kind, beautiful, intelligent YN

Emphasis on the strong part because as a single mom, you sure need alot of strength

You work your butt off during the day, working full time and juggling your sons daily schedule

At night, you cook dinner, clean, help your son with homework, bedtime, bath and repeat

It’s literally a never ending cycle of work for you my love

If you’re lucky, you’ll get a night free or maybe even get a chance to relax with a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage

But most of the time, your focus is solely on your son, Akira.

You had him relatively young and he’s approaching the age of 8

He’s a busy, active boy who has alot of friends, does well in school and is an overall good kiddo

It makes you feel so good when people praise you for bringing up such an awesome son 🥰

This is important to remember YN because sometimes raising kids is literally like raising demons that just crawled out from the pits of hell and have never been introduced to civilized society

😮‍💨 sorry about that long and very detailed description but tell me I’m wrong

I’m definitely not

This fact often hits home when your son asks you one question in particular…

“Hey mom, when are you going to find a boyfriend?” Akira asks innocently

“Umm well, like I’ve said before, I don’t need a man and I’m doing pretty well on my own,” you say with a smile

Your son ponders for a second before saying

“Ok so then why do you keep saying to your bestie that you wish you had a man?” He says as you gape at him

“First off, stop listening in on my conversations! Second, while it would be nice to date someone, I’m just really busy,” you say, hoping this will deflect all future questions and move on to literally any other subject

It’s a pipe dream Yn keep up 👏

“Well my friend Gao says his dad said you were hot and would date you,” he says as you turn to stare at him once again

“I’m not dating any of the dads at your volleyball practice Akira!?” You said as your son just shrugs

“Plus none of those dads are even good looking,” you say as you throw the dish towel down on the counter

It’s true that your dating life had been less than spectacular as of late

Oh sorry, it’s never been spectacular 😅

You’d been on your own since Akira was born, having not been on a date in literal years due to working and your commitment to parenting

You signed as you walked out of the kitchen, Akira’s attention now turning to a book he had been reading

“Maybe it’s time I do something for myself,” you say as you head to your room

And that’s what brings us here, to the doorstep of a cute little Onigiri restaurant known as Onigiri Miya

You had seen an advertisement for cooking lessons in the local paper, having registered online

You walked into the restaurant, the doorbell chiming

The restaurant was small and cozy, but the smell permeating the air was heavenly

You looked around, noting no one else in the store

“Hey, just a second!” A voice shouted as you turned to the doorway

“No rush, thank you!” You respond standing in front of the menu

The options were spectacular and all looked beyond amazing

“Hey sorry about that wait,” a tall, handsome brunette man said coming out from behind the kitchen door

“Oh it’s not worry! I’m a bit early it seems,” you say, smiling

The man stared at you, eyes raking in your form from top to bottom

You were dressed rather casual for a summers evening, shorts and a nice top with a pair of comfortable shoes

“Im YN by the way,” you say, smiling and extending your hand

“Umm Osamu and don’t worry, you aren’t early or late, you’re my only sign up for the class,” Osamu says as your eyes widen

“Oh my god really? This is such an amazing class and you’re telling me I’m the only sign up?” You said as Osamu nodded

“Yep but no worries! Come on back and we can get started,” he says as you nod and make your way around the counter, “Wash your hands and we can get stared. Do you know anything about cooking?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say im completely a novice,” you say as you dry your hands

“Ok so a beginner,” Osamu says as you interrupt him

“Hey! Give me some credit! I know how to boil water ok? Im at least intermediate,” you say as Osamu chuckles

“Ok so we can skip the boiling water lesson then,” he says as you smile and stand next to him

Osamu stiffens as you stand there looking up at him with your big eyes

You were so cute and sweet

You face was perfect from your eyes to your nose, your hair immaculate and your body flawless

“Ok let’s get started,” he says as you hear the door chime

“Hey dad!” a voice shouted

“Kenji what the hell are you doing here? Where’s Sumu?” Osamu says as you watch the little boy, around your sons age walk into the kitchen

“I’m right here chill out!” Another voice yells from the door as a double of Osamu but with untoned hair walks in

“Well hello there,” the untoned blonde says as he walks up to you

“Sumu what the hell? I told you I had a class tonight! You were suppose to keep Kenji until 9,” Osamu says as he sighs and looks at you apologetically

“Wait that was tonight? Oh shit, I totally forgot! I have a meeting with Sakusa and Bokuto,” Sumu says as Osamu rolls his eyes

“Hi there, I’m Kenji,” the little boy says to you as you smile and meet him at eye level

“Hi! I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you!” You respond, shaking his hand

“Hey you’re really pretty! Are you dating my dad?” He asks excitedly as you snicker, Osamu’s face heating up at the question that just emerged from his sons mouth

“Kenji no! She’s a client of mine who is taking a cooking class,” Osamu says

Kenji looks from you to Osamu, “is cooking class a secret word for something?”

Sumu belts out a laugh as Osamu kicks him, causing you and Kenji to both laugh

“No, your dad is teaching me how to make onigiri,” you say, “it’s my sons favorite so I want to make it at home with him.”

Osamu looked at you as you smiled back at him, he would have never known you had a son at your age

“Oh cool! How old is he? Does he play sports?” Kenji asks as you smile and nod

“Akira is 7 and he does! He just started playing volleyball,” you say as Kenji’s eyes light up

“I play volleyball too! My dad use to play in school too!” He says as you smile

“Hey what about uncle Sumu!” The agitating voice interrupts

Kenji just rolls his eyes as Osamu smirks 😏

“My uncle Sumu plays setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he says

“His very SINGLE uncle that is,” Sumu interrupts

You 👉🏻😐

Kenji 👉🏻🙄

Osamu 👇🏻

You giggle as the twins fight and Kenji grabs a stool to help you

“You should bring your son here sometime,” he says as you smile

“I think I will! He’d love that!” You say as Osamu watches you interact with his son

He can’t say the picture didn’t melt his heart just a little, seeing Kenji getting along with someone so well

Too bad kids give very little reprieve

“You should go on a date with my dad,” he says as Osamu nearly chokes on air

You giggle and continue prepping

“I don’t know how your dad would feel about you setting him up,” you say and Kenji shrugs

“Uncle Sumu says he needs to get laid,” he says as the room goes still

You try hard to contain your laughter as Osamu slowly turns to glare at Sumu

Sumu run 👉🏻😗 🎵

“Atsumu-”

“Well would you look at the time! See you soon kiddo and it was nice meeting you Yn!” Sumu says, running from the restaurant before he receives a career threatening injury

“I know what we could do, maybe you and your dad could meet up with me and Akira for a playdate?” You say, looking at Kenji

His eyes light up, “ohhh yes can we dad?!”

Osamu watches your gorgeous eyes light up, the sweet smile on your face melting all of his restraint

“I don’t see why not,” he says as Kenji cheers

“Ok it’s a date then!” You say, looking for Kenji to Osamu

“Yeah, it’s a date”

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[gemini-sensei]

After high school, Hawk takes a gap year to figure out what he wants to do with his life. He has a lot of options and doesn't want to hastily make a decision only to rethink everything, change his major in college, and start from the beginning again. A gap year seems like a great idea.

Everyone thought he might travel, see some sights, whatever, but he actually stays in the Valley. He gets a job working at Miyagi-Do as a co-sensei and realizes he likes working with kids. Not just that but he likes teaching kids and a whole new path opens up for him in the grand scheme of things. He's happy right where he's at but knows that it won't be sustainable in the long run.

So after a year of teaching young kids karate, Hawk goes to university to be a teacher. His major is technically physical education but his minor is in early childhood development. He doesn't just want to teach karate, he wants to instill it in kids in a good way, well mannered, helpful, all the things he didn't know in the beginning. Mindfulness and power and balance. He wants to apply it all to helping kids grow and be strong mentally and physically.

He likes to study at the university library. Sometimes Miguel joins him but most times he's alone. He spends long hours reading about early childhood development because he already knows a lot about teaching and his pedagogy.

After a while, he starts to notice Reader is there. She's never alone. Her newborn baby is always in a wrap strapped to her chest. Her baby's always asleep while they sit in a comfy chair and she's reading her books. Whatever she's studying, she's engrossed in the book. She turns the page occasionally but for the most part her free hand is on her baby's back. The baby never wakes up and he thinks Reader has picked the best place to come for her baby to nap. The library is quiet, meaning no one is loud and that means the baby won't be awoken.

Hawk can't help watching them though. He watches them from afar, eventually getting little studying done. He acts like he's studying but he's not as subtle as he thinks he is. Reader knows.

At first she thought he was a little weird, staring at the lady with a baby, but then noticed how admiring his eye is. She watches him when he thinks he's being slick. She hides her giggles when she catches him and darts his eyes down at his book that she knows he hasn't gotten far in. It's kind of cute of him. She lets him be, thinking that jts harmless. He's not really bothering her or her child, so why mess with him? She goes back to reading and studying peacefully.

That is until one day Hawk finally approaches her.

He sits in the chair opposite of her, a little table between there where her bag and all her books sit. He smiles at her and she smiles back. They know of each other, so it isn't so awkward.

"Hi," he starts. "I'm Hawk."

"Hi," she says. "I'm Reader. This is Daisy."

"She's adorable," he says, making Reader smile wider.

Her little ones remains asleep as they talk quietly. She rubs her back and kisses her head from time to time, little assurances to the baby. However, all she really needs is her mama's heartbeat. It's so rhythmic and comforting, she stays asleep.

"How old is she?" Hawk asks when the conversation circles back to Daisy. After talking about their coursework and what their majors are, he can't help but bring it back to the cutest baby he's ever seen.

Reader looks down at Daisy and smiles. "Four months."

"Wow, so big already," he says.

Reader giggles. "She was a pretty big newborn. She weighed nine and a half pounds."

"That's big, huh. Means she's strong, right?"

"Well, you're the one taking child development, you tell me," she teases.

He laughs. "I'll say so.

At about that time, Daisy yawns and blinks. Her little fist comes to rub her eyes and Hawk is the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes. She stares at him for a long time, calm. He sees that she's awake and smiles at her.

"Well, hello there, sleep pants," he says, voice soft and gentle.

Reader looks down at her and grins. "Hey, Daisy baby. How was your nap?"

Daisy looks up at her mama and grabs onto her shirt, grinning upon seeing her face. She squeals and Reader can't help laughing as she shushes her.

"Baby, we're at the library," she tells her. She giggles. "As if you know what that means."

A few people glare her way, disrupted, but Hawk sees them and shoots them a deadly glare. They quickly look away when they notice the death stare he's giving back. He drops it before Reader can notice, smiling at her and Daisy. He hasn't known them long but he won't anyone bother them.

"Well," Reader says, catching his attention. She had stopped studying a while ago but never put any of her books away, which she's starting to do now. "It's lunch time for this little lady. And me too, so I should get going."

"Oh, yeah, lunch is cool," he tells her, wondering where that awkward moment came from. He licked his lips and sighed. "Uh, would you want to get lunch together? I haven't eaten since this morning."

She smiles at him. "Is this your way of finally asking me out?"

He feels his cheeks begin to burn. "Maybe... of that's okay with you, of course."

She laughs and stands up, then grabs her bag, which is just a diaper bag that also has her books in it. "I've been waiting for you to make a move."

"You have?" He asks, standing too. She starts walking to the exit and he follows her.

"Oh yeah," she tells him over her shoulder. "For a few weeks now actually."

"Really," he says, a little disappointed in himself for not walking up to her sooner. He smiles nevertheless. "Well, what would you like for lunch?"

"Hmm," she thinks as they walk to the door. He opens the door for her and she nods in thanks. "Tacos?"

"I love tacos," he tells her.

#single mom reader #sensei!hawk #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #baby headcanons #gemini sensei

[trashywritestrash]

Babysitter

Pairing: Steve Harrington x single mom! reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: no season 4 spoilers, reader has a named child, child’s father is not around, child cries/kicks/throws a tantrum, some light cursing, Lucas may be a little OOC but I tried my best.

A/N: i literally did this now in one sitting and it has not been edited at all and is not going to be. i just started and didn’t stop, so enjoy the experience i guess lol

also my birthday is on sep 17th and i’m gonna turn 21 so i kinda wanna do a big celebration with y’all but idk if y’all would want that or what we would do?? opinions pls

also this gif just seems to fit the vibe of this fic lol

You hadn’t had to hire a new babysitter in years. Unfortunately, your long-term trusted babysitter had just left for college out-of-state. So now you have no other option but to try to find someone else. And, somehow, you ended up hiring Lucas Sinclair.

Lucas was not someone you knew well, but he seemed like a responsible kid. And your daughter Emmie was (according to your last babysitter) an easy child to take care of. She was polite and clean, and overall very cheerful. You knew Lucas didn’t have any experience babysitting, but Emmie would be a good learning experience for him. Still, you left him the number of the bar and he promised to call if he needed anything.

So you went out with your friends in a dress that was only a little too tight, more makeup than you usually apply, and heels that you’d regret later. You had to go all out because your friends would tease you otherwise. You had given birth to Emmie fresh out of high school, so you had to ditch them a lot in order to take care of her. They understood of course, but they made it clear that they wanted you to enjoy your twenties— no matter how many times you’ve told them “I am enjoying my twenties! I love my daughter, and she makes them fun”. They insisted that it wasn’t the same.

You gave Emmie one last kiss as you said goodbye, leaving her in Lucas’ capable hands.

Or so you thought.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as your friends had picked you up, Emmie had completely changed. She was mean to Lucas in the way a three (almost four) year old can be. She refused to eat, wouldn’t take her nap, threw her toys around the living room. Worst of all, she told Lucas that she didn’t want to be his friend. All of this happened within 15 minutes of you being gone.

Lucas couldn’t call you. You probably hadn’t even made it to the bar yet, and he didn’t want to ruin your entire night before you could have any fun. So he called the first person he could think of.

“No way in Hell, man! You’re on your own!” Lucas heard Dustin’s laugh as he spoke.

He groaned, “Please, Dustin! I don’t know what to do, she doesn’t listen at all!”

“How am I supposed to help? I don’t know shit about kids! Call someone else.”

“Like who?” Lucas asks, threw his hands up even though Dustin couldn’t see him. “I tried Mike already, but he’s busy.”

“He’s not busy, he just doesn’t want to. Call Steve, he’ll know what to do.”

Lucas heard a thump from the living room and his heart almost stopped beating. “Shit— I’ve gotta go! I’ll call him!” He hung up the phone and ran to the other room. Emmie was standing on top of the coffee table, looking down at her cup of juice that she had just knocked onto the carpet.

“Juice!” She cried.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll get you more juice! Just get off the table.”

Emmie clenched her fists, “No!” She stomped on the table, causing the vase on it to shake. Lucas’ eyes widened and he rushed forward. He picked Emmie up off of the table as she kicked and screamed, trying to beat him off of her. “No! I want down!”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be up there! You’ll get hurt.” He brought her into the kitchen and sat her on the floor. Emmie started to kick his leg out of anger. Lucas ran to the fridge for more juice, but found that there was no more left. “Shit.”

Emmie froze when she heard Lucas swear. He turned around, startled by her sudden stop. Her eyes watered as she stared at him before she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. “I want Mama!” She plopped down to sit on the tile floor and kicked Lucas’ legs whenever he tried to get closer. He grabbed the phone off of the wall, forced to deal with the kicking as he called Steve.

The second Steve answered, he couldn’t get a word out as Lucas cut him off. “Steve! I need your help, it’s an emergency!” He gave his older friend your address and Steve promised he’d be there as fast as he could. Before he hung up, Lucas added “And bring juice!”

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Ten minutes later, Steve knocked on the door. Lucas ran to the front door, immediately opened it, and pulled Steve inside.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as Lucas dragged him to the kitchen by his wrist. Emmie was still on the floor, still crying.

“She’s been crying and fighting me this whole time, I don’t know what to do— Did you bring the juice?” Lucas grabbed the jug out of Steve’s hand and smiled at Emmie. “Look, Emmie! Steve brought you more juice.”

“Don’ want juice! I want Mama!”

“Your mom will be back later. But right now you’ve gotta eat something.” Lucas tried to get closer again, but Emmie kept kicking.

“No!”

Steve stood there with wide eyes, taking in the scene in front of him. “Don’t just stand there, man, do something!” Lucas shouted at him.

“I don’t know what to do either! I’m not a baby whisperer!”

“I’m not a baby!” Emmie insisted, still kicking and crying.

“Then stop acting like one!” Lucas snapped. Emmie started crying even harder.

Steve rolled his eyes at the younger boy, “Nice job, doofus. What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Just help me!”

For a moment, Steve just stood there thinking. Then he crouched on the floor so he could be level with Emmie.

“You’re Emmie, right? I’m Steve. I’m Lucas’ friend.”

“Nobodies his friend ‘cuz he’s mean!”

“Well, I’m his friend. He’s nice after a while, I promise.”

Emmie seemed to calm a bit, but only a bit. “Pinky promise?”

Steve nodded and held out his pinky to the little girl. “Pinky promise.”

She held out her pinky and locked it with Steve’s before she quickly pulled it back. Emmie had stopped kicking, but still cried. “I miss my Mama.”

“I know you do, but what would she say if she saw you acting like this? Would she be happy?”

That made Emmie frown. “No. Mama would be mad.”

“She probably would be. And we don’t want Mama to be mad, so you have to eat and listen to Lucas. Okay?”

“But he’s mean! He said a bad word!”

Steve frowned at Lucas. “Did you seriously curse at a child?”

“No! It just… Slipped out when I saw she was out of juice.”

“He has to say sorry!” Emmie crossed her arms and pouted, but her tears slowed.

Lucas frowned, feeling ashamed. “I’m sorry, Emmie. I shouldn’t have said that word.” Emmie huffed in response.

Steve turned back to her. “Now you have to apologize to Lucas.” She goes to argue, but Steve cut her off. “You’ve been kicking and screaming at him all night. And you said some pretty mean stuff to him too.”

She looked down at the floor and grumbled out. “Sorry.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Steve ordered.

“Sorry, Lucas.” Emmie looked up at Lucas as she apologized. She sounded a lot more genuine the second time. He gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Now,” Steve started, “What do you want to eat?”

Emmie was quiet for a moment before she decided she wanted mac and cheese. Lucas nodded. “I can make that for you. Do you want to stay with Steve while I cook?” The girl nodded at that. She had completely stopped crying already, but her face was still red and wet from tears.

“Come on, Emmie. Let’s go get you some tissues.” Steve stood up from the floor and waited while Emmie twisted around and struggled to get up. She stopped wiggling and looked up to Steve, not saying anything as she held her arms out. “You want me to pick you up?” She nodded, so Steve carefully lifted her off the floor, being as gentle as he could be with her. He carried her to the living room and sat her on the couch. Steve grabbed the box of tissues from a side table and handed Emmie one.

“Here you go. Can you wipe your eyes?” Emmie nodded and wiped her tears with the tissue and then her nose. “What do you want to do until dinner is ready?”

“Munch Bunch.”

Steve quirked a brow, “Munch Bunch? What’s that?” Emmie got down from the couch and walked over to the television set. She grabbed a VHS tape off of the shelf and handed it to Steve.

“Munch Bunch.”

He nodded and put the tape in the player, then started it and sat on the couch. Emmie got back on the couch and sat next to Steve. She looked up at him. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty. How old are you?”

Emmie held up three fingers, “Three.”

“I see.” Steve exaggerated his reaction, sounding more impressed than he was.

“My mama’s twenty. You’re the same.” Emmie smiled, proud of herself for making that connection.

Steve brushed it off, assuming she got her mother’s age wrong. “How old is your dad?”

Emmie shrugged, “I don’ know. I don’ have a dad.” Steve froze, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, Emmie.”

“It’s okay. My mama is the best, so I don’ need a dad!” Steve had the fleeting thought that Emmie wasn’t going to feel that way in a couple years, but he didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t have to say anything because Emmie’s full attention was focused on the television. A couple minutes later, Lucas brought dinner out to them and they ate on the couch.

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When you got home after your outing, it was almost eleven o’ clock at night. You entered the house and saw Lucas with someone else, picking up toys in the living room.

“Hi, Ms Y/L/N!” Lucas smiled, stopping his work.

You looked between Lucas and the other man carefully. “Hi, Lucas… Who’s this?”

“This is Steve. He’s my friend. I called him ‘cuz he has experience babysitting.”

Steve didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Emmie hadn’t been wrong when she said you were about his age, but she didn’t say anything about you being pretty. His brain started working at half capacity as soon as he saw you. “I’m Steve.”

“Hi, Steve,” You tried to stop your voice from wavering, but you were sure that your unease was clear. “Where’s Emmie?”

Lucas was the one who responded again, “Asleep in her room. She kind of had a fit earlier and it tired her out.”

You nodded, “Okay. Wait right here, okay? I’ll be right back.” You went down the hallway to Emmie’s room and walked in. You found her sound asleep in her bed, dressed in her day clothes instead of pajamas. She looked safe and content, which eased your nerves a little. When you went back to the living room, Steve and Lucas were right where you left them.

“Steve, could you stay here for a minute so I can talk to Lucas in the kitchen?”

“Oh— um, yeah, of course.”

Lucas followed you into the kitchen and you turned to him once you were out of earshot. “I’m not upset or anything, but I wanted to let you know that if you ever babysit for another family, you should ask the parents before you invite anyone over. I know Steve is your trusted friend, but I don’t know him at all, so I was thrown off when I came home and saw him in my house.” You spoke gently, doing your best to convey that you weren’t angry.

Lucas’ eyes widened a little, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I was just in over my head and didn’t know what to do… Emmie was out of juice, so I asked Steve to pick some up and then he helped calm her down. I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, really. Emmie’s okay, that’s all that matters to me.” You gave him a smile and he instantly relaxed. “What did she do during her tantrum? And do you know why it happened?”

“She threw her toys, screamed and cried a lot. She also started kicking me whenever I was close enough. But I think she just missed you.” You could physically feel your heart break at those words. “It started as soon as you left, it was just a complete switch.”

You frown, “Jessica was her babysitter for basically her whole life… Maybe having new people here with her scared her. Stranger danger and all that. Still, I’m sorry she acted that way. That’s not how she is usually.”

“It’s okay. Once she calmed down, she was really good the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Lucas.” You smiled and reached into your purse, finding the envelope that you had already put together as Lucas’ payment. “Here you go. Is your mom still coming to pick you up?”

Right as you said it, you heard a car in your driveway. “That must be her now.” Lucas followed you to the front door, which you opened to be greeted by Lucas’ mom. “Thanks again, Lucas. If you ever want to babysit again, you have my number.” He said his goodbyes and was out of your driveway in only a few minutes. That left you with Steve.

“Hey, sorry about all that… Um, let me grab my purse really quick and I’ll pay you Lucas’ rate.”

Steve is quick to shake his head. “No, you don’t have to do that. It’s all good.”

“At least let me pay you back for the juice. Unless you want to take the bottle back home with you?”

He chuckled, “Nah, I’m alright, thanks. But you don’t need to pay me back for it. It’s just one jug of juice.”

“I feel bad,” You frown. “You came all this way and helped take care of Emmie all night. I don’t want to just not pay you.”

Steve gave you a charming smile, but you could tell he was still a little nervous. “Instead of paying me, you should let me take you on a date. It’ll give Lucas some more experience without me to fall back on.” As soon as he finished saying it he grimaced at his own words. “I’m sorry if that was weird. I’m usually a lot more smooth than this, so I totally get it if you’re weirded out right now and think I’m crazy or something.”

It was your turn to laugh. “It’s okay, Steve. It was weird, but in a cute way.” You saw him blush a little and that encouraged you to keep going. “I’d like to go on that date.”

Steve smiled wide, chuckling a little in relief. “Good. Cool. Great. I’ll, um, I’ll write my number down so you can call me?” You nodded and grabbed two pieces of paper and pens so that you could both exchange numbers.

And just like that, you had a cute guy’s phone number. Plus, he was good with your daughter, which was a big green flag for you. You parted ways, promising to call each other soon to set up your date. As you watched his car pull out of your driveway you started to think. Maybe Steve could be more than a babysitter.

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[buckysimp101]

Love at First Grade (18+) - 19

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warning: language, lil bit of smut (some major dirty talk, the daddy kink is back, Bucky calls reader his little slut but it’s consensual & something they’ve done before even though I haven’t written it lol) , lil angst(?)

a/n: 1 more chapter and the epilogue to go, brb someone’s cutting onions over here 😭

Series Masterlist

(a/n #2: I just love this gif of Seb so much. That’s why it’s this chapter’s pic 😭🫠🥲💕)

When you went with Bucky to pick up Becca and you met your parents at your place the next day the girls we thrilled to see each other, and even more thrilled to see their parents together again. Becca and Avery are smart girls, they knew that something was up because neither of them saw each other as much and their parents were acting weird. But the second they saw each other it was like everything was right in the world again. The ear shattering noises they each made upon seeing the white kitten in your arms? Easy proof that you and Bucky were going to need hearing aids in the future. The bright blue eyes of the kitten sucked the girls in as quickly as they did you. The soft mews of the kitten followed by copious purrs could be heard whenever the girls were playing with her.

You and Bucky had both done some soft coaxing and suggesting to keep the girls from naming the cat snowball or fluffy, each names that Becca and Avery suggested. But a few hours later, the name Alpine fell from Bucky’s lips and you were all immediately in agreement that it was her name. Alpine was a smart cat, another smart girl added to your horde, and she knew how to manipulate the girls into giving her more treats, even after you and Bucky had told she’d had enough. After Alpine’s official naming and the full throttle excitement that came with owning a kitten slowly began to fade, the girls expressed their concern about who she would be living with. You and Bucky could both tell by the way the girls were looking at you that neither wanted to part with her but that they were willing to share between two houses. And that’s when you got to break the news.

Telling the girls while you were inside the apartment that Bucky and Becca would be moving into the penthouse in just a couple months may have ben a mistake. The second you told them Avery and Becca spent the next fifteen minutes squealing and screaming, louder than they had when they first saw Alpine, and talking about how they were going to live together like sisters and how they were going to share a room and all the toys in the whole wide world. The site warmed your heart, no matter how bad your ears and head hurt in response. You looked at Bucky in that moment and saw all the love in the universe mirrored in his eyes as he took in your two girls dancing and squealing while their new kitten wound figure eights around their tiny feet.

The school year ended on a relatively quiet note. Bucky had gotten more confident in his arm after your night together and more therapy. Becca didn’t get into anymore fights with Ethan over Avery. And Avery had grown into a pretty feisty seven year old, thanks to her best friend’s influence. The slutty mom, as you had nicknamed Alyssa in your head and private conversations with Bucky, hadn’t tried to flirt with him anymore the rest of the year after the last parent-teacher conference. On the last day of school you had met at the school to help Bucky and Steve clean their classrooms before the break while Winnie took the girls for the night. Winnie loved that the four of you were moving in together and your parents were overjoyed. You thought it had more to do with the fact that your parents were just excited that you had someone else in your life besides Avery and that they were thankful to see you fully happy, but that was just a thought. One you never had any intentions to vocalize. 

Bucky and Becca’s apartment was covered in moving boxes, the end of their lease rapidly approaching, and you had offered to help. Between the court date coming up in a few weeks and the big move you figured it was the least you could do. You had considered yourselves lucky that the court date was before the move but now that you were sitting in the middle of a pile of boxes the anxiety and stress of everything was sitting on your shoulders. You and Bucky both had faith in Matt. You knew he was doing everything in his power to make sure that Brock would go away for at least a few years and that you’d suck him dry. But you couldn’t help wondering what would happen if you lost. That’s what Bucky saw right now as you sat at a makeshift table of cardboard boxes in his living room eating a slice of pizza, your eyes staring off into the vague middle distance looking for answers and relief. 

You felt Bucky before you heard him, his metal arm rubbing soothing circles on your back. But when you finally came back around you chanced a look at his face. His eyes were full of concern. That was emotion you’d gotten dangerously good at reading on him. With everything going on with preparing to see Brock again you knew that you were also going to see Dot. Becca hadn’t recognized Dot the last time she’d seen her, but Becca was also only two years old when her mother left. Avery was four when you and Brock divorced and you knew that a part of her would probably recognize her biological father. Whether she knew the connection to him that ran through her veins was another story, but one you were mentally preparing to answer in case that question came.

You opened your mouth to tell Bucky you were okay and that you’d just been thinking when your words were stopped by his lips on yours.

“I think you need a little distraction, honey,” Bucky practically purred against your lips, his fingers rubbing almost ticklish paths along your waist as your body arched into the kiss. Bucky managed to coax a moan out of you as your thighs rubbed together ever so slightly. You threw your arms around his Bucky’s neck, pulling him in close and tight against your body. The kiss grew even more heated until Bucky was nipping your bottom lip and managed to pull it in between his teeth.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his actions but your giggle swiftly turned into a moan as Bucky situated his body between your thighs and begin to undress you. With one hand around your neck, and the metal one between your thighs, Bucky worked you closer and closer to orgasm until you were right on the edge and he stopped. Frustrated your eyes flew open, glaring daggers and begging questions but Bucky merely smirked. He slowly began working his own pants down his thighs and your mouth watered at the strip tease. When Bucky was finally just as naked as you were it was your turn to push him on his back. 

You knew your knees would hurt after this, damn flooring, but you didn’t care. You ran your tongue from base to tip, circling the tip with a little more care, before dipping down to suck on one of his balls. The sensual groan from Bucky’s lips had you closing your mouth around in him seconds and you used your hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t take. That is until you took him deep in your throat. Bucky’s hips bucked against your face, your nose close to him, your eyes watering as you struggled to breathe through your nose. Bucky was saying every single possible curse in the thesaurus until you moved back just a little, made eye contact with the only man who would ever hear you beg, and pulled off of him with a loud pop. 

The next words out of your mouth almost made Bucky cum then and there.

“Fuck my mouth, daddy. Please?”

His eyes rolled back in his head as he nodded ferociously and scrambled to his feet so you were on your knees in front of him. You took him back into your mouth, he moved one hand to guide your head, and began bucking into your mouth without a care in the world. You moved your hand to play with your clit as Bucky growled above you.

“Such a pretty, dirty little mouth. Wanna cum down your throat. Think you can handle that baby, huh? Does daddy’s pretty little slut think she can handle that?”

Bucky’s words did little to keep the heat between your legs from growing as you whined around him. The vibrations from your mixed whine-moan making Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head. You knew he was close by the way his pace grew more frantic and wild and next thing you knew he was pulling your head tight to his body as he came down your throat. The mix of a limited supply of air, your fingers touching your body, and the knowledge that Bucky had just finished brought you to orgasm seconds later. Bucky pulled you off his slowly softening cock and brushed the tears away from your eyes, placing soft kisses where tear tracks once were and eventually making his way to leave a soft kiss on your lips. Too fast, Bucky was leaving you. But he returned even quicker with a glass of water that he brought to your lips and he murmured in your ear.

“Such a good girl, my good girl. Drink the water, baby. I love you so much,” he cooed, new tears springing to your eyes at the love that was washing over you. He laid you down on the floor again, this time pulling a blanket and a pillow for the two of you to use, and snuggled up close to you. In his embrace, the two of you fell asleep.

A few weeks later and it was the day of the case. Matt had contacted you when Brock’s criminal case for his drunk driving was tried and told you that Brock had managed to get himself in jail for four years, due to this not being his first dwi in the last ten years but rather his third. While you had hoped he would have gotten longer, you were thankful that he’d be locked up for at least a short period of time. The case Bucky and Brock were involved in was a civil case that would be paying for the damages, physical and emotional, that he had brought upon Bucky’s life. The two of you knew that you didn’t want the girls in the actual courtroom, you were convinced that they would be more of a distraction than anything, so Steve agreed to wait with them at a nearby park while you and Winnie watched the proceedings. That morning the four of you had walked up to the courthouse and the first person you saw was Dot. 

Bucky froze as Matt continued to talk to him about the plan for the day and how if everything went well today the judge should have a ruling by the end of the day but Bucky wasn’t paying attention anymore. 

Dot stood on the courthouse steps looking as beautiful as ever. She watched Bucky with a near taunting grin and she started walking down the steps to meet him. You stood behind him with Avery and Becca holding onto your hands, each girl trying their best to peer around Bucky’s legs to see why he’d stopped. Steve, seeing that a meeting with Dot was inevitable, moved to get Matt out of the way before shit really hit the fan.

“James how good to see you and your merry band of misfits trailing behind you,” she hissed with a smile on her face the whole time. Her voice must have shaken Bucky out of his stupor because his face turned into a scowl as he responded.

“Dolores, if I had known the Wicked Witch of the West was on trial today I’d have brought a bucket of water with me. Shame.”

Bucky’s quip had you trying your best to hold in laughter but it didn’t work, so instead you attempted to cover it with a cough. Dot never laughed. Instead her permanent bitch face seemed to become even more bitchier as she regarded you holding onto both girls hands. 

She sneered once more before asking, “what are the little snotty gremlins doing here? Honestly Barnes you thought a courtroom was the best place for them to be? Sometimes I wonder why I left her with you,” she gestured at Becca before dropping down slightly to Becca’s level. Becca began to hide more behind your legs as this stranger stood directly in front of her.

“Hi honey,” Dot’s voice was sickly sweet, as if that was what Becca needed to hear to face her, but it just made Becca cower further behind you. A scowl took up residence on Dot’s face as she spoke a little harsher, “come say hi you little brat,” and she reached around you to grab Becca’s arm before you caught her arm and pushed it off. 

“Back off, Dolores,” you warned before turning to face Becca, whose eyes had begun welling with tears, when you heard a little voice confidently behind you.

“That was mean of you! You need to apologize to Becca. Who do you think you are?” You could practically imagine Avery’s little hands on her hips as she stared up at the woman in front of you. You whipped around to make sure Dolores didn’t lay a hand of Avery too but she just crossed her arms and looked at the seven year old with her eyebrow quirked.

“I’m her mommy. I don’t have to apologize.”

That was the wrong thing to say. And it all happened so fast because the next thing you knew Dolores was letting out an indignant yell as Avery stomped on her foot with all her might. 

Avery’s hands returned to her hips as she hit Dolores with, “No! MY mommy is her mommy! You’re a bully! And mommy and papa always told me that we don’t like bullies!” Dot hopped away from Avery with a look on her face like she was going to say something else but she was stopped by Bucky.

A proud grin had crossed his lips at Avery’s act and it reminded him of just how much she had grown in the almost year since they had met. How so much had changed since Becca took charge and stomped on Avery’s bully’s foot. Now Avery was returning the favor. Avery had turned her attention fully to Becca and was giving the girl she viewed as her sister a hug and telling her that everything would be okay.

“Go inside Dolores. And do not ever, ever, fuck with my family again,” Bucky threatened lowly as an angry Dot pushed past him into the courthouse.

“Who pissed in her cornflakes,” Matt asked nonchalantly, he and Steve overhearing the entire conversation. His use of bad language had all the adults chastising him and the girls both laughing. 

Steve managed to respond, in between laughs, “she’s just jealous because her personal toy is in lock up for the next couple years and she has nobody to go home to at the end of the day.”

You and Bucky both knew that he wasn’t wrong and that she was massively jealous of a life that she would never have. When Winnie finally arrived, Steve gathered the girls to go to the park and told you to text him when you were out. So, with a deep breath, your group headed into the courthouse and awaited the hearing.

Brock looked like hell. It made a part of you so happy to see that he obviously hadn’t slept very well in his new “house.” His eyes were scouring the courtroom, sweeping right over Bucky and Dot until they landed on you. His lips turned into a nasty grin at the sight of you, one that made your stomach roll and roll. When the judge came in, the case was finally underway. 

After months and months of reading and prepping and making sure that your case was solid, it only took an hour for a judge to declare that Brock Rumlow owed James Barnes $2 million dollars in damages. The number was higher than any of you thought it would be, but lower than you thought he deserved. You knew that you had to be happy with the outcome because either way Brock was going back to jail for the next four years with no chance of parole. But the thought of him finding a way to worm his way back in your life made your stomach roll yet again. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you barely paid attention to the celebratory hug Winnie was giving you as Bucky approached you with Matt to leave. You excused yourself to the bathroom after giving Bucky a hug, and the second the door shut you began to cry.

You cried tears of joy that Brock was going to be out of your lives for the next few years. You cried tears of joy that he was going to owe Bucky out the ass for a while. You knew that the next thing you wanted to go over with Matt would be getting a restraining order on the books for Brock so that he could legally never come around you, Bucky, Avery or Becca ever again. When you finally caught your breath, you took a few deep breaths and reached into your purse to find something to wipe your eyes when your fingers brushed against a tampon wrapper and you froze.

How long has it been since I’ve used one of these…wait what month is it…damn it why did I stop tracking my period on that app…WAIT! I started keeping notes on it…where are they….aha! Okay, do the math, Y/N…when was it…shitshitshitshitshit….it’s been over a month. I’m two weeks late. Oh fuck.

The calming breaths you had been practicing were turning back into the anxious ones from earlier but the thought of Bucky as a dad with a newborn baby eased your anxiety. That is until you realized the two of you had never once talked about the future and what you wanted from it. You didn’t know if he wanted to marry you, let alone bring a child into this world together. You allowed yourself another minute to freak out. You had no proof that you were pregnant, just a missed period. So you made a mental note to tell Bucky as soon as you had a little privacy to purchased that damned test. Finally succesful in removing the traces of your tears, you opened the door to the bathroom and almost ran into a hard body and came face to face with Brock.

The nasty grin was back on his lips, he had two guards on either side of him. You backed away slowly but Brock’s words were faster.

“Leaving so soon, kitten? Gonna go crawling back to that worthless robot of yours?” Brock knew he was touching a nerve by the way your lips curled into a snarl and so he prodded a little deeper, the grin never leaving his lips as he spoke, “no, you’re gonna go back and see Avery. How is she? I’ve missed her. Maybe when I’m done with this little stint I’ll think about following up with that custody agreement we made all those years ago. That’ll be fun won’t it sweetheart?”

The thought of Brock ever seeing you or your daughter again made bile rise in your throat. The underlying threat in his words made you hiss your response.

“I told you once and I will tell you again. You will leave my family alone. You will never see Avery EVER again. You will sign away your rights while you rot away for four years and you will pay up every fucking cent that you owe to the person who is more of a man than you will ever be. Goodbye Brock Rumlow and good fucking riddance.”

Brock opened his mouth to speak but was hauled away by his guards as he yelled empty promises and threats over his shoulder. The overwhelming urge to cry was back and you struggled to regulate your breathing when you felt Bucky’s presence close in around you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight to his chest, whispering soft words of comfort in your ear. He knew that seeing Brock again was going to be hard but neither of you expected to get anywhere close to him. Bucky’s proximity started to calm you down and your mind was racing as you thought about his threat to get Avery back into his life. Bucky assured you that it would never happen, that you would get the best lawyers and he would never see you or Avery ever again. When he was trying to usher you slowly to the front door, where Winnie, Steve and the girls were waiting just outside for celebratory ice cream, your lips were moving before your brain could tell you to stop.

“Bucky I’m late.”

“Late for what, honey? We just got through and we never had a set time for ice cream.” Bucky was cute when he questioned things. His brow furrowed and his lips quirked as he tried to rack his brain for information that would help him make sense of the words that had just fallen out of your mouth. Your lips returned a small sad smile in return and you felt the need to clarify.

“No, not for ice cream, Bucky. My period. I’m almost two weeks late.”

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