#this post brought to you by me going from watching a fluffy light-hearted fake parenting trope romcom to pass the time to

[theinfinitedivides]

recently every time i read an Aldis Hodge interview and he's geeking out like 'i got married!!!!! i have a kid!!!!! i'm going to be in [insert title of next coolest project here]!!!!!' my thought process is just 1. congratulations, ofc you're geeking out (as you should) and 2. do you need a third

#for legal reasons that last part was mostly a joke but truly. i'm so so happy for him and how far he's come in his career #the marriage thing is fairly recent i think but he's been talking about the kid since his Black Adam promo run and just. you can #see it on his face how happy he is and ugh. God knew if i had been of coherent age while the OG Leverage was airing i would have #been downright insufferable about his ass. as it is i'm still unsufferable sksksksk #this post brought to you by me going from watching a fluffy light-hearted fake parenting trope romcom to pass the time to #somehow getting my hands on Marmalade and uh. well. Marmalade is definitely Marmalading. spoiled myself in advance #by accident through one of those very interviews but i will push through anything for Aldis spoilers can f*ck off to hell #plus the bonus is that by pushing through i got to see him be sexy af on screen even if he was [redacted]. also i need a tape of him #just cursing through the entire film he was going through it towards the end fr fr

[beyondspaceandstars]

Nurse Din

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff! Summary: You seem to be coming down with a cold so the Mandalorian takes on a new role: a nurse. Based off the prompt: person b pressing their forehead against person a's forehead to check if they have a fever. A/N: this is one of the last fluffy one shots (i have a whole Din series i never posted on here...yet.....along with some smut.........will be posted at some point i promise) I have for my Mandalorian writing and honestly? I miss it. I will be writing for the Mandalorian again because idk it was just a nice time. I liked letting myself explore that world and characters :)

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You woke up just feeling… bad. Your muscles were aching, your stomach was doing somersaults, and… oh, Maker, was that a burn in your throat?

"Ugh," you tried to groan at your disheveled state but it came out more like an aggressive cough which certainly did not help your throat.

You squirmed on the cot, taking advantage of the fact you were alone as your husband was already up doing whatever he did. (Okay — you did know his schedule but your uncomfortable state was preventing you from registering anything. You were just thankful you weren’t cramped together with him in this state.)

You were just starting to drift back to sleep as your heavy eyelids finally caved in from staring at nothing when something gave out a little coo next to you. Reluctantly, you peaked over your shoulder and came face-to-face with the small green child you had come to adore — well, he was adorable when he wasn’t waking you up.

"What?" You grumbled, your tired voice coming out rough. You let out another cough which Grogu just cocked his head at.

When you didn’t show signs of getting up, he started babbling again, trying to get your attention.

You forced yourself out of your near-dream state, furrowing your features wondering what in the galaxy he could want — oh. You were supposed to get him breakfast. In your delusional, ill state, you had completely forgotten your responsibilities.

Well, okay, you thought, it was just getting him breakfast, and then you could return to sleep. But even just the motions of sitting up in the cot made you hack up a lung. The child looked at you now fully concerned about what was going on with one of his parents. You tried catching your breath but the mixture of the coughing with the aching muscles and burning throat was taking a toll on you.

It wasn’t long into your coughing-fit that Din caught wind and came to check you. Usually, you were up by now, watching the child. When you weren’t awake and ready yet, he had simply thought Grogu was giving you a hard time. But when the unmistakable sound of coughing rang throughout the ship, Din realized there was much more going on. A mild panic set in as he made his way in to check on you.

"Riduur?" Din asked, entering the sleep quarters. He watched you slumped over in the bed, groaning in discomfort. The child was looking between you both, mostly wondering who was giving him breakfast.

"Hmm?" You hummed, turning to your concerned husband in the doorway. Shivers ran down your back. You reached for blankets, cuddling them tightly. Din made his way to bed picking up the child in the process and setting him on your pillow. Din stood at your side, looking down at you.

"What’s wrong, cyra’ika?" He asked, placing a loving hand on your shoulder, feeling you shake beneath his touch. Din wasn’t liking this one bit.

You coughed, clearing your throat and, said, "I think I caught a bug."

Din sighed and removed his helmet. Leaning down, he touched his forehead to yours, feeling the feverish warmth radiating off your skin as he did. More panic started settling in, realizing your hunch was very much correct.

You two had stopped the other day in a busy village totally ran over with a bustling population. You hadn’t thought much as you wove your way through the crowd to purchase the items you were looking for. But, as fate would have it, someone somewhere was incubating something and you caught it.

You melted into Din’s touch, letting your muscles relax a bit, even if it was a peculiar gesture. "What did you do that for?"

He pulled away and replaced his helmet. "What do you mean?" The muffled voice returned.

"You checked my fever with your forehead," you let out a weak chuckle, glancing up at him as you readjusted the blankets. "Don’t we have devices for that or something?"

Din shrugged, "I went the old fashioned route."

"I don’t even think they did that in the old times," you gave a small smile knowing fully well your husband was growing annoyed with you as the seconds went by. Well, what could you say? A little cold wasn’t taking away your feisty attitude

"You’re sick, can barely make it out of bed, and you want to argue with me about how I checked for a fever?" Din asked, his tone holding fake anger.

"Please," you paused, letting a small cough take over for a second. "I haven’t been able to focus on a single thought all morning. Be thankful I’m even awake and talking."

Another shiver came over you after you spoke, sending you into a shaking fit. You pulled the blankets but found you had already acquired all of them. Noticing your distress still, Grogu waddled from the pillows, making himself comfortable in your lap. He looked up at you, eyes squinting in concern. Your heart dropped as you realized you were still neglecting the little guy.

"Oh, shoot," you frowned, "you still need-,"

Din cut you off. "I’ll take care of him. You just rest, cyra’ika."

He scooped up Grogu who was still looking at you, confused. He cooed, trying to reach out to you. Din held him back and motioned for you to lay down.

"Are you sure?" You asked, curling up on the bed.

"Of course," Din nodded and tucked you into the blankets. You smiled stupidly at the care he was giving you.

It was a slightly miserable rest, but you were able to get what felt like just a few minutes (in reality, it had been a few hours) of sleepy bliss before Din came back with Grogu following closely behind. You blinked in confusion, trying to wake up as Din sat at the foot of the cot. Your mind didn’t feel as hazy as it had earlier but the aches were still as present as ever.

You rolled over, greeted by your husband. His helmet had been discarded again and he was watching you, a concerned look in his eyes. You tried giving a weak smile hoping to communicate you were okay. He didn’t seem convinced.

Breaking your stares, a soft babble came from next to the bed. You looked over and were greeted by the child who was holding a little thing of soup. While you couldn’t smell it well, it was steaming and looked fresh, making your stomach give the tiniest rumble.

"Soup?" You coughed. "For me?"

The child extended his arms, trying to hand you the bowl. Two big eyes peeked over the rim as he watched you, waiting. You sat up and graciously accepted the food. You held it close, taking small sips of the wonderful broth. You didn’t even really know there was soup on this ship so either someone spent a nice credit on it or Din had been holding out on you.

"Is it- Does it taste alright?" Din asked, seeming almost… nervous. You gulped down more broth, brows furrowed in questioning.

"It’s wonderful," you nodded. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

Din chuckled, "No, no. I just…" He paused, looking down at the floor and then back at you. "You’ve just never been sick before — well, none of us have ever been sick before — and I’m just not used to taking care of someone like… like this."

"Oh, honey-,"

But Din abruptly stood up before you could get anything else out. Planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, he mumbled, "I’m gonna find you some tea."

You frowned but nodded, continuing to drink your soup. You despised when he would do that. He’d open up a little bit and then shut down. Granted, he had gotten better at it the longer your relationship went but you thought marriage would be the helpful push he needed and it hadn’t added up like that so far. But it was fine. You took your own time to reassure him about things, putting words where his sometimes weren’t.

He came back moments later as you finished the last of your food. You handed the bowl back to Grogu who took a second to see if he could find any leftovers for himself. You gave a small smile watching him stick his head in the bowl, hunting.

Din gave you the cup of tea and, just like the soup, you cradled it close, sipping the liquid slowly. The continuous warmth was doing wonders for your throat.

"Maybe you should be a nurse," you said, peaking over the cup at your husband who was again taking a spot at the foot of the bed. He turned to you, a playful smirk on his face.

"A nurse?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Retire and take care of some little ole sick folks like me. You’re doing such a good job at it."

"Was that sarcasm?"

You sighed, dropping the joking act. You reached your one hand to grasp his, which he happily welcomed, and said, "No, riduur, it wasn’t. I mean it. I’ve never felt so cared for before."

Din looked away as if taking in your words. He brought his other hand to pat your connected ones. After what felt like the longest seconds ever, he turned back to you, his grateful eyes meeting yours.

"I’m glad," he said. Your heart raged with love for the Mandalorian before you. Never did you think you’d find someone who comforting, so caring, and yet here he was like a fever dream.

You took in the love he had to offer and placed a light kiss on his cheek, trying to return it just a bit. He smiled and turned to place a real kiss on your lips, but your hand came up in protest.

"I’m disgusting," you explained, disconnecting your touch and returning to cuddling your tea. "Maker knows what germs I got brewing."

"Fine," he sighed, "but you owe me endless kisses once you’re better."

You smiled, "Endless kisses?"

Your husband nodded, "Oh, yeah. So many kisses your lips are going to be so sore."

"Sounds horrible," you giggled, taking a sip of your tea. "But worth it."

Din let out a low chuckle and got up from the bed. He returned a kiss to your cheek and said, "Finish your tea and then get more rest. You need it, cyra’ika."

You nodded in agreement and watched as Din picked up Grogu, and began carrying him out of the space.

"Come on," he said to the child who was watching you. "We need to let your mom sleep."

The child gave a little coo in either agreement or protest (you couldn’t tell but either way it was adorable). You smiled, watching them exit. Finishing up the last of your tea, you placed the cup on the floor and then curled back up in your blankets.

Drifting off, you relished in the comfort of everything. Sure, you were sick out of your mind, but you had two loves waiting for your recovery and eager to make you feel better any way they could. Oh, yeah. This was way more than you could’ve ever asked for.

#din djarin x female reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin oneshot #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian oneshot #star wars #star wars one shot #star wars fanfiction #fluff #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fluff #one shot #writing*

[azenkii]

 ATLA Fic Rec 

because I've been spending way too much time reading it. Btw, this is a rec for gen fics and zukka fics.

Note: an asterisk after the description means that the fic or series is incomplete. (Sadly, this is a lot of them, but I'm pretty sure most of these fics are still currently updating.)

GEN:

Anything by MuffinLance is a must-read. my personal favourites are Salvage (where Hakoda ends up with one (1) grumpy new prisoner/crewmate/adopted son) and Little Zuko v the World (where Zuko is 12, and it's adorable).

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris is a god-tier platonic soulmate au about zuko and the gaang, so like...go read that right now

The kintsugi series by discordiansamba is an AU where Toph's parents hire Zuko-as-Lee to be a bodyguard for her, and I love it so much. It has some of the best Toph-and-Zuko sibling bonding I've ever seen. *

Dragon Moon by Satirrian is a Dragon! Zuko AU and it's incredible. It also features Bounty Hunter Zuko, so do with that what you will. *

The What We're Given series by Haicrescendo is *chef's kiss*. It's an AU where Zuko flipped his father off early on into his banishment and started living his best life with Iroh. Enter the Gaang. Shenanigans ensue. *

The Internment series by Hannahmayski is another Zuko breaks free from his dad early AU, and it's also really good. Basically, Zuko was never given the option to capture the Avatar, making his banishment indefinite. He sails around with his crew fighting the Fire Nation and it's great. *

The best way to solve your problems (is to help someone else) by hewwodarkness is an AU where kids start disappearing in Ba Sing Se during Book 2, and Zuko takes it upon himself to do a little vigilantism. It's fantastic. *

The Blue Spirit AU series by H_Faith_Marr is an AU starting from, surprise surprise, the Blue Spirit episode. The Gaang takes in Zuko without knowing who he is, and the Power of Friendship™ goes to work on Zuko. *

The the first rule of earth kingdom fight club... series by ohmygodwhy is an AU where Zuko, among other things, fights in underground cage matches, meets Toph early, and realises that his dad might be wrong. It’s pretty funny and really good. *

The The Non-Existent Twin series by FoiblePNoteworthy is hilarious. It's an AU where Zuko poses as his own twin, Li, and the Gaang buys it hook line and sinker. *

The Guilt (The Jet Adopts Zuko AU) series by FoiblePNoteworthy is also really good. Like the title says, it’s a Zuko joins the Freedom Fighters AU. *

The new ways series by blueseam is just a Zuko and the Gaang bonding fic, mostly set in the Western Air Temple, with a side of Zuko not taking care of himself and the Gaang stepping up to the job. If you’re like me and am an absolute sucker for Zuko and the Gaang, go read this.

The Family Matters series by WinterSky101 is a really good fic if you’re looking for Hakoda and Zuko. That’s all I have to say: Hakoda and Zuko.

a nation, held by snowdarkred is a GREAT Fire Nation & Zuko fic - set before and during canon, not after it. Go read it, right now.

Notable mentions: a lot of works by naggeluide are gen and pretty funny, though if you don't headcanon any of the characters as LGBT+ you might not like some of them.

ZUKKA:

anything by Haicrescendo and dickpuncher420. For Haicrescendo, my personal favourite is the Carry On For You series, and for dickpuncher420, it’s love language.

sirens & sleepless nights by Satirrian is a modern AU that just borders on dystopian. Ba Sing Se has been overtaken by the Fire Nation, Zuko is a soldier who broke away from the Fire Nation and got shot for it, and Sokka finds Zuko on the street and brings him inside. It’s amazing, go read it!

do you take this jerk to be (your one and only) by jatersade is a fic that I’m 90% sure is on every zukka fic rec list, and it deserves to be. It’s an arranged marriage AU where Zuko is engaged to Yue, and Sokka is his cultural guide. *

midnight runs and other things by isamagicdragon is a modern AU where Zuko keeps sleepwalking into Sokka’s apartment. Shenanigans ensue. Also, top-tier Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee interactions. *

Unchained Melody by avocadolove is another fic that I see a lot on rec lists, and it 100% deserves it. It’s a long fic (as of now, it’s at 63.8k) and is an AU where Sokka, after getting taken to the Spirit World by Heibai, ends up as a ghost that only Zuko can see. Ft. great enemies-to-friends-to-lovers and an incredible plot. *

Ozymandias, King of Kings by Think_of_a_Wonderful_Thought is SO good. It’s an AU where, instead of being banished, Zuko was sent to work in a coal mine/prison, which eventually becomes the target of a Water Tribe raid after Aang’s return. It can get pretty dark, so watch out for that, and it’s really long (as of now, 168.8k). But trust me, it’s worth it. *

Heart Beat Here by thefangirlingdead is an adorable Modern AU oneshot where Zuko, while shopping for engagement rings with Katara, freaks out when Sokka lies about where he is. It’s a happy ending, don’t worry. One of my favourite fics.

feels like we only go backwards by oldpotatoe and A Certain Slant of Light by JustGettingBy are both amnesia fics where Sokka loses his memory several years after the war. They’re both so, so good. A Certain Slant of Light is finished, but feels like we only go backwards is not.

reality strikes, so bring back the night by zukkababey is a time-travel oneshot where Western-Air-Temple Sokka wakes up in the future to find his older self married to one (1) Fire Lord Zuko. Fluffy and funny. 

maybe i just see you (in everything) by epicbubbles is a really cute Modern AU oneshot with love confessions and just fluff all around. 10/10 go read it!!

it’s the illusion of separation by argentoswan is a fic that has legendary status and it absolutely deserves it. God-tier Modern AU where Sokka ends up working at the Jasmine Dragon alongside his former high school bully, Zuko. (Kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, and it’s just...SO good. *

say you like your shirt soggy by crosspin is a reallyyy nice 5+1 fic. It’s Modern AU, and it’s pretty short (3.7k), but the amount of yearning that gets packed into that 3.7k,,,,*chef’s kiss*

and they were roommates by flydunes is another Modern AU where sokka puts up an ad for a roommate. Zuko moves in, and Sokka gets a crush. It’s just good vibes all around :) *

like blood from a stone by catalinacat is a Soulmate AU that took a completely different direction with the soulmate trope. The summary does a better job of explaining it than I can. *

absence of heat, excess of destiny by theycallmesuperboy is one of the best soulmate AUs out there. it’s not too long, only 4.3k words, but it covers the entire series and then some. Seriously, go read this.

it isn’t strange, but it’s true by theholyterror is a 5+1 post-canon fic with some of the best pining I’ve ever seen, ft. Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko. The 5+1 is times Zuko went out of his way to touch Sokka.  *

like the sun inside of you by ofherlionheart is another post-canon fic, and it’s incredible so far. the first chapter alone is 23k, so it’s already a decently long read. *

the stemverse: earth science zuko au series by acezukos is a REALLY good Modern/University AU. So far, it only has one work (earth system history) but that work is already *chef’s kiss*. The series is incomplete, but earth system history is complete!

rebellion’s such a hushed affair by zeitgeistofnow is a fantastic Modern AU that, like sirens & sleepless nights, borders on dystopian. Actually, I think it is dystopian, but it hasn’t been tagged as such. Anyway, 10/10, go read it right now immediately

Mark Time by foil is a Modern AU where Sokka ghosted Zuko years ago, and they get brought back together by Aang and Katara’s wedding. It’s really good, but the fic has some pretty heavy content, so make sure you read the warnings. *

That birds would sing and think it were not night by HisMomoness is a Modern AU that has Zuko tutoring Sokka, with absolute top-tier pining. Like, seriously, the pining is insane. Superr good

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by meliebee is one of the best post-canon fics I’ve ever read. It features a civil war in the Fire Nation (that gets resolved about halfway through) and some great Toph and Zuko interactions, as well as some Grade A pining. 

boy problems by burnt_oranges is FANTASTIC post-canon and has sokka and zuko in an accidental arranged marriage, plus some attempted assassinations. It’s great.

zuko vs the homie sexual agenda by parmigiano has Zuko and Sokka pining for each other in Ikea. Do I need to say more?

Friendship Bracelets by peachcitt is a Modern AU best friends to lovers. Pretty short (4.9k), but the pining is immaculate.

isn’t this the vision that you wanted by nebulastucky is INCREDIBLE, I read it recently because it just got completed and it’s *chef’s kiss*. It’s post-canon ft. mutual pining and some reallyyy good ‘and there was only one bed’ scenes.

Real Slow and no one knows anything but us by surveycorpsjean and quidhitch respectively are two of my favourite post-canon Ambassador Sokka and Fire Lord Zuko fics. Go check them out!

The Duke’s a Hazard by naggeluide is a really nice AU starting from the Western Air Temple, where the Duke decides that Sokka and Zuko are now his new parents. They bond over coparenting, and the (kind of) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers is really good. Plus, it’s funny.

Those Who Favor Fire by CSHfic and VSfic is a really good fic of the Spymaster Sokka AU. If you don’t know what that is, it’s an AU where Sokka fakes his death and goes undercover in an organisation that wants to kill Zuko.

Fics I added after posting (so far, all Zukka):

The Road Between Action and Inaction by Donvex is a fic that I can't believe I left out the first time?? It's a modern hitchhiking AU and it's great.

Rituals of the Ocean Floor by Donvex is a nice one too. It's only around 2.2k words, but it's a Fox Spirit!Zuko and Sharkman!Sokka AU, and I just really like the writing style.

by the stars above, i knew we were in love by theycallmesuperboy and The Fate of Nations in Our Hands by sapphic_ambitions are both top-tier post-canon fics. Be warned: by the stars above is a liiiittle bit angsty.

blue's clues by parmigiano is a really good Modern AU where Sokka, a university student journalist, gets ahold of the phone number of the Blue Spirit, a new campus vigilante. He ends up talking to the Blue Spirit to get an interview out of him, and it's really cute!

Honourable mention: the Avatar Zuko series by the_cloud_whisperer is one of the best series I've ever read, and it's really long - it got completed about a month ago, with 493.6k words in total (415k if you ignore the extra work made up of author's notes). It develops all the characters really well, especially Lu Ten, but the main ship is Zukaang. Personally, my biggest problem with Zukaang is the age difference, and Aang is aged up to be Zuko's age (or older, I think? I don't really remember) in this. I kept reading it because the plot was too good to give up, and I do highly recommend it, but yeah.

I’ll add more fics if I remember them, but this is what I had bookmarked. Also, shameless self plug here because I also write ATLA fic @ azenki on ao3

#atla #zukka #fic rec #zukka fic rec

[bxcketbarnes]

Something More

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Words: 3000+

Author's Note: I love this! It's real angsty at first but it turns out fluffy. I promise! Let me know what you thought. 🤗

Ashton and I were roaming around Target, the plastic cart I was pushing filled with Christmas decorations. I was a bit lost in my thoughts as we were looking at the fake trees, trying to decide which kind I wanted. It's my first Christmas not living with my parents as Michael, one of my best friends, and I got a place together in LA.

"Y/N?" Ash asks and I snap out of my thoughts, looking over at the black-haired man.

"What?" I mumble immediately, looking around as I heard Ashton chuckle. I furrow my eyebrows at him, his laughter died down almost immediately.

"Are you okay?" He mumbled and I swallow the lump in my throat before nodding my head. "Is this about Mike?"

A sigh leaves my lips as I pick with my fingers, leaning against the cart. "That obvious?" I question and Ash shrugs his shoulders in response.

"I happened to notice you mope around ever since he left with… what's her name again?"

I roll my eyes as I think about the girl Michael's been "seeing." She was a huge bitch to me and his friends, yet he chooses to have her stick around. I didn't get it.

"He's known her for two months. Two fucking months and he thinks she's the best person to take to Bali? Fucking bull," I spat while huffing dramatically.

Ashton leans a hand on the cart, looking into it before his hazel eyes danced back to mine. "Is this why you've bought all black decorations? Are you feeling angsty?" He asks and I glare at him for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"No, you idiot," I laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I read an article that black trees and decorations were in and it's my first Christmas where I officially live on my own so I wanted to try it. Plus, Mike's not gonna be here for Christmas so why not, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Do you want help setting things up? The boys and I can come over. So you're not alone," he mentions and a smile comes to my lips.

"That'd be great, Ash. If y'all want to by all means," I tell him and he nods, draping his arm over my shoulders before pulling me into his chest. A sigh leaves my lips as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Alright! Let's find a tree and get out of here!"

-

I sit on my knees on the floor, cutting open the box for the Christmas tree as the music was playing through the speakers. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as I place the right limbs with their colored group.

The music from my phone is cut off as the ringtone I had for Michael begins to play through the speaker. My eyebrows furrowed together, wondering why he's calling me when he should be having a grand time in Bali.

I push myself up from the floor, huffing gently as I walk towards my phone which sits on the kitchen table. I turn off the Bluetooth before answering the phone, pressing the device against my ear.

"Hey, Mike," I mumble into the phone while heading back into the living room.

"Hey, Y/N/N," he sighs and the glare my eyes were sporting softened.

"What's going on?" I ask, hearing the disappointment in his voice. I sit on the floor, crossing my legs before leaning my hand against my chin.

Michael sighs and I can see him running his hands through his hair. "I just… I'm sorry. I made a mistake coming here with her. I-I should've brought you," he confesses and I frown.

"I mean, I could've told you that but you wouldn't exactly listen to me," I tell him and I can hear him sigh.

"I know. I'm sorry. I was a huge dick to you," Michael mumbles and a chuckle leaves my lips. "I still have a place to live, right? You're not gonna kick me out, are you?"

More of a laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head, knowing he can't see it. "Of course you still have a place to live. Michael, you're my best friend. I'm always gonna be here whether you make right or wrong choices. You're my rock, bub. Kinda stuck with me now," I explain to him as a smile graces my lips.

"You're amazing and I'm glad I'm stuck with you. I couldn't ask for someone better," he mentions and a knock on my door snaps me from my daze. I get up from the floor, strolling towards the front door before opening it. Cal, Ash, and Luke stand on the other side with bags of food in their hands and smiles on their lips.

"Hey, guys, come on in," I tell them quickly and Michael speaks up.

"Guys? Are the guys there?" He asks and I mumble a quick yeah as I shut the front door.

"Is that Mike?" Ashton asks and I nod my head, holding up a finger as I head down the hallway.

"Why are the guys there?" Michael asks me and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Is there a problem with them being here?" I question him and I tilt my head a bit, waiting for his answer.

"N-No, I'm just surprised is all…"

I glance to the floor, crossing one of my arms over my chest. "They're here to help me set up the Christmas decorations. Something I could be doing with you, but you decided to go to Bali instead," the anger comes back and Michael sighs into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I just… I really liked her. Or at least I thought I did. I thought she did too," Mikey mumbles and I chew on my bottom lip.

"It's fine. Look, I gotta go, but text me alright?" I ask him in a soft voice, staring at the floor.

"Of cour- Mike! Baby! Come on!" I heard Lillian yell at him and I resist to roll my eyes, my heart clenched in pain a bit. "I miss you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding my head as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Miss you too."

I slide my phone into my back pocket before leaning my forehead against the wall, taking deep breaths. I can feel the tears building behind my closed eyes as I run a hand through my hair.

"You really love him, don't you?" Ashton's voice hits my ears and I jump slightly. I open my eyes, looking to my left to see Ash standing a foot away from me, a frown on his face.

"That obvious, huh?" I mumble to him and he chuckles a bit before stepping closer to me.

"Not that obvious, but I've seen it for a while. The other boys don't know a thing, including Michael," he tells me and I snort.

"Michael's known to be oblivious," I say before wrapping my arms around his waist. "What does she have that I don't?" I ask quietly as I rest my cheek against his chest.

Ashton wraps his arms around my shoulders, rubbing my back. "She's nothing compared to you. Michael will come around. I know it," he reassures me as I grip his shirt.

"Where are you guys?!" Cal's voice cuts our little moment short as Ash pulls away from me.

I look over his shoulder, seeing both him and Luke standing a couple feet from us. "Everything okay?" The curly blonde asks and I nod my head, putting on a smile.

The two glance at each other for a brief second before they rush over to me, pulling me into their bodies. A giggle comes from my lips as I wrap an arm around each of them.

"We should probably get decorating," I tell them and they pull away from me. The four of us walk back into the living room and I see the boys had started setting up the tree, half of it being done already. "You started without me?!" I ask, my lips parting open as I look over at the three boys.

"You were taking forever!" Luke exclaims with a laugh and I tilt my head back.

"It's fine, it's fine! Let's just finish it. I'm so excited to see how it looks," I tell them with a smile on my lips.

-

Calum and Luke were arguing with each other on how to hang some of the ornaments on the tree. I chuckle as I glance towards the two, seeing the blue-haired man slap Luke's hand. I hang the five stockings onto the mantle of the fireplace, smiling at the names of the boys that are written across the top.

"Cal- that looks like shit!" Luke says and Calum scoffs, playfully glaring at the blonde.

"Good thing it's not your tree," Cal sasses the younger man and I watch as Luke opens his mouth, then closes it, not responding to his friend.

"You guys are ridiculous," I laugh while walking over towards the couch, grabbing the black garland that's intertwined with white lights.

Ashton helps me pin the garland to the mantle, my eyes lighting up at how cute it looks. "Do you want to put it on the molding as well?" He asks while pointing towards the ceiling above the fireplace.

I glance up at it, humming a bit before nodding my head. "Yeah. That would look cute. Should we just do it there? Like an accent or around the entire living room?" I ask him while looking towards him.

His hazel eyes look around the room before he shrugs his shoulders. "Do we have enough garland for that?" He mumbles and glances back towards the couch.

I do the same, furrowing my eyebrows together. "I think so. It's not like our living room is that big," I mention and he snaps his fingers and looks at me.

"You're not wrong, sweetness," Ash grins and I chuckle, shaking my head.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take it out, glancing down at it to see Michael had texted me. It was a picture of him on a plane and my heart skips a beat.

I'm coming home. I'm really sorry. I understand if you're upset with me. I would be too. :(

My heart clenches as I frown, feeling Ashton's eyes on me. "He's coming home," I mumble out loud, gaining the attention of the others.

"That's good, right?" Luke asks and I look towards him before nodding my head.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I tell him with a small smile. Ashton lays a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "He'll be home with us for Christmas instead of with her."

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Michael's POV

I've been sitting on this plane for ten hours, only eight more hours remaining until I'm back in LA. I run a hand through my hair, sighing loudly as I can still hear Lillian yell at me for leaving her in Bali.

My phone vibrates and I look down at it, seeing Y/N had posted on Instagram. I licked my lips, tapping the notification and a picture of her and Ashton pop up. Their arms were wrapped around each other, large smiles on their faces as I feel my heart drop into my stomach.

wondefulhooman finished setting up the Christmas decorations. This guy demanded we take a picture in front of my new tree. He's a dork, but I love him. @ashtonirwin

I frown, liking the picture anyway but can't help but feel a tiny bit jealous. She loves him? Like… loves him, loves him? Or just like a friend? Wait why do I care? I look over her features in the picture, a smile coming to my lips at how her smile radiates such happiness. I haven't seen her smile that like in a while…

I exit out of the app, going to my text messages to see Y/N had sent me a couple pictures. She sent me pictures of our house decorated with black Christmas decorations. I type on the keyboard, smiling softly.

Look great, cutie. I kinda like the black look. It's chic.

I lock my phone, glancing out the window as my leg begins to bounce. I'm itching for this plane to move faster, for time to move faster.

Thanks! Our house looks cute. I'm proud. How far away are you?? And I'm not mad at you, jsyk. I love you too much.

My heart flutters in my chest at her words, feeling my mouth go dry as I reach for my water and takes a large gulp. I wipe my hand onto my pants before picking my phone back up, typing my reply.

I love you.

I scoff, shaking my head before deleting the message and starts over.

The plane lands in seven and a half hours. Not fast enough if you ask me, lmao.

I press send and lean my head against the seat, a huff leaving my lips.

I'll probably be asleep by the time you get home :(

A chuckle leaves my lips and I push my glasses up a bit before taking a quick picture of myself pouting. 

You can't stay up? For me?

I watch the screen as she reads it immediately, the bubbles coming up on the bottom of the screen.

I can try but no promises!

-

It was around one-thirty in the morning by the time the Uber dropped me off at my place. I haul my bag out of the trunk, thanking the driver before walking up to the front door.

I unlock the door, quietly heading inside and closes the door behind me. I slip my shoes off, walking into the living room and my green eyes widen, seeing the Christmas tree, the decorations that wrap around the ceiling, and on the mantle all lit up.

"Fuck, Y/N, way to make the house look fantastic," I whispered to myself before taking out my phone, taking a quick picture of it. I take a step towards the fireplace and see all five of our stockings hanging. "Cute."

After taking the room in, I begin to make my way towards my room. I toss my bag onto the bed and sheds my coat off. Footsteps were heard behind me and I glance over my shoulder, seeing Y/N standing in my doorway, wearing nothing but one of my baggy shirts.

"Welcome home," she smiles faintly and I give her a smile in return.

I step towards her, wrapping my arms around her before bringing her into my chest. "Fuck, I'm glad to be home," I whisper and she giggles.

Y/N's arms wrap around my waist, gripping my shirt in her hands. "Realized that we’re better than her?" She jokes and I chuckle softly, pulling away from her.

"Yeah, I definitely did. She was quite pissed that I left her behind in Bali," I mention and Y/N snorts, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Good. It's what happens when she tries to take you away from me," she casually states as her hands move under my shirt, her fingernails grazing my skin.

My heart beats faster in my chest as I look down at her, her eyes looking into mine. She wears a smug smirk on her pink lips… her kissable lips… I hook a finger under her chin, lifting it higher before leaning down to press my lips to hers.

Her nails dig into my skin as my hand moves up to her cheek, my thumb stroking her cheekbone. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss as she breathes out through her nose. The cool air hits my face as her lips move against mine.

I pulled away after a few moments, hearing her heavy breathing as I rest my forehead against hers. "M-Mikey…" she trails off and I hum, my hand gently moving down her arm. "I-I'm not dreaming am I?"

A chuckle leaves my lips as I press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, shaking my head. "No, you're not. It's funny. All it took was that picture you posted with Ash to realize how I felt," I confess and she looks up at me, her eyes wide.

"Really? You were jealous of Ash?" She asks and I blush a bit before nodding my head. Y/N giggles and bites her lip. "You've got nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

A small moan comes from my lips, my hands gripping her hips as the words left her lips. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers toying with the tiny hairs. "Stay with me tonight?"

Y/N smiles and nods her head, pressing a short kiss to my lips. "I wanna do something first," she mentions before grabbing my hand and leads me into the living room.

She sets her phone up on the shelf that's embedded into the wall behind the couch, angling her camera just right before she quickly comes back to me. I stand sideways, my hands on her hips as hers grab a hold of my shirt. Y/N leans up to connect her lips with mine just as the flash goes off, her phone taking the picture.

A giggle leaves my lips as I bite her lip before she pulls away from me. My hand drags across her waist as she goes to grab her phone, a smile on my lips. I watch her look at the picture on her phone, a silly grin on her face before she shows me the photo.

The picture was really cute. Y/N stood in front of me, her foot lifted into the air as you see girls do in romantic movies, the hem of my shirt resting against the middle of her thighs, our lips pressed together, hands on each other, and the Christmas lights shining behind us.

"This is so cute," I mumble and look over at her. She nods her head, agreeing with me as she takes the phone back into her hands. "Now, c'mon."

I take her hand in mine, leading her back into my room. I shrug my shirt and pants off before Y/N and I climb into my queen-sized bed. She shuffles closer to me, our legs tangling with one another as my arm drapes over her waist.

"I'm sorry I didn't see this before," I whisper and move my hand between the two of us. She shakes her head, mumbling that it was alright before nuzzling her face into my neck.

"At least you're here now," she mumbled and I close my eyes, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling her closer to my body, a satisfied sigh exhaling through my nose.

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Daddy’s Girl

Pairing: AU! Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, a single father of his daughter Winnifred, named after his late mother, with sad, tortured eyes and a kind, open heart, hires Y/N to babysit his little girl while he works at his new construction job, coming home only at lunchtime. Innocent and fiery and compassionate, you find your way into his heart and soon his daughter isn’t the only one you come over for.

A/N: so as you can see I haven’t posted a fanfiction in awhile, been busy and stuff, and i want to go back to my roots and write a bucky story cause i adore writing him and I haven’t written an AU yet so I decided to do this one (he’s still a super soldier and was around in the 40′s just domesticated now we love him uwu) and as always i hope you guys enjoy and feedback is appreciated because it’s my only form of validation and i love it this ones a long one btw and rushed and WHOA and if ya want a part two LEMME KNOW

Warnings: really freaking fluffy, mild language, age-difference, cuteness, mentions of cheating and war trauma, slight angst, alcohol consumption, heavy makeout, 

Your knuckles ghosts over the large, wooden doorway laden with vines, climbing up the cedar detailing, other hand gripping your bag strap tightly. You’re nervous, to say the least, this job funding your payments for online university and you don’t want to jeopardize anything on your first day. He’s offered more than enough for your hourly wage, more than any babysitting job you’ve had before, any job for that matter, and based on his house, it’s no wonder he can afford to do so.

Your fist finally knocks against the door and it opens almost immediately, as if he’s been waiting behind the door this whole time you’ve been standing here, both stalling. You’ve only heard his voice over the phone, deep and charming, but that didn’t do him justice. Sculpted face, from marbled, olive clay, cerulean blue eyes that are already looking you over, dark, brunette hair to his jawline and messy with the slightest of curls, and lips, curved at the edges permanently, like he was born with a face to smile. His left arm is made of metal, cool and hard steel you want to reach out and touch like a painting in the Met, off limits. But you don’t dare stare too long, don’t dare pry. He’s beautiful and you’re almost stunned into silence, not expecting the man before you.

“Y/n, right?” he asks, flashing a soft, half smile, warm and inviting.

“No, wait... yeah,” you laugh nervously, shaking your head, scrunching your nose when embarrassment floods to your face, flushed. “Sorry, yes, I’m y/n.”

His smile widens, “I’m James, but I go by Bucky. You can call me whichever you like. Please, come on in.”

You share in his smile, making the eye contact your past bosses would always reprimand you about, something about respect they said, and walk inside when he opens the door a little wider for you, “Yes, sir,” you say and he ignores the not so subtle tug in his chest when you say that, following in behind you after shutting the door.

“So uh... this is my humble abode, I guess,” he tugs on the curls at the ends of his hair as your eyes scan the house, speechless at the interior design, imagining that it gets lonely in this big home with just the two of them.

“Humble isn’t exactly the word I would use,” you look back at him. “Your home is gorgeous. This foyer alone is bigger than my apartment,” you laugh lightly.

Bucky noticeably softens, bashful, hands stuffed deep in his pockets when he walks ahead of where your standing rooted to the floor, “It was my ma’s... she left it after she passed. I’ve barely been able to keep up with the payments, but I do what I can.”

“I tried to...” he notices a barbie doll laying on the ground and kicks it swiftly under the staircase so you wouldn’t see but you catch the small exchange and smile. “Clean up as much one can with a five year old spider monkey on their back. I apologize if it’s messy in some rooms.”

You giggle, “No need to be sorry,” you assure him, tugging on your bag strap, filled to the brim with games to keep the child busy and occupied, also including some snacks and your cellphone. “Mess is natural.”

His shoulders slack, relaxing when hearing that, a soft smile his only response.

“Speaking of, hey, sweetheart!” he calls up the stairs, leaning against the railing, rolling up the sleeves of his light green flannel, unintentionally showing off his ripped forearms, toned and tan from working outside. “Come downstairs and meet y/n, she’s going to be taking care of you from now on while I’m working!”

“Hey is for horses, daddy!” she yells down the stairs, little voice high pitched and extremely adorable.

“Uncle Steve told you that, didn’t he?” he rolls his eyes, flashing a smile in your direction, sharing in the expression with him.

The little girl appears at the top of the staircase and she’s bouncing with energy, blonde curls raining down her shoulders, stuffed unicorn tucked under her pudgy arm, “He also said yelling is impolite. Especially when it’s from another room.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” he sighs, grumbling under his breath as he patiently awaits for his daughter to skip down the stairs, jumping into his open arms. He groans at the impact and spins her around.

“Well, how about you tell Uncle Steve to shove it,” he looks at her and she giggles, bubbling with laughter when he tickles her sides. “Can you do that for me?”

“Isn’t that mean?” she narrows her blue eyes, much like her father’s, big and bright.

“Yes, but I’ll allow it just this once.”

She nods, saluting her goofy father and he salutes back, brothers in arms. You’ve never seen a parent so in love with their kid like this, so kind and gentle.

He sets her down on the ground once again, the little girl finally acknowledging your presence with a curious tilt of her head, almost like a cat. “Is this the lady?”

“Winnifred, this is y/n,” he nudges her towards you, hand on her back pushing her forward. “And y/n, this is the spider monkey I was talking about,” he cracks a smile and you chuckle, lowering yourself to the ground to get to her level.

“Hi, Winnifred,” you extend your hand. “I’m y/n. It’s very nice to meet you. Your giraffe is really cute.”

She takes two of your fingers in her small hand, thin, golden brown glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and shakes, formal and polite when she puffs up her chest while doing her best to mimic her father, “I’m Winnifred but I go by Winnie, call me whicheva’ you prefer.”

Bucky looks at his daughter, stunned and mouth agape, “Are you mocking me?”

She furrows her small brow, faking offense, but she’s crossing her fingers behind her back where only you can see, “Of course not.”

“Were you listening this whole time, Winnie?” you ask her quietly and she grins, nodding rapidly, as hyper as the energizer bunny. You give her a small, secret fist bump, both sharing a small smile.

“You two will get along perfectly,” James rolls his eyes.

You’re braiding back Winnifred’s hair into plaited pigtails, tying off the ends with violet ribbon you brought from home, when Bucky walks down the staircase, work bag hanging off his broad shoulder. He blinks hard when he sees you, smiling with blushing cheeks, eyes tired. “Oh, hey, you’re early.”

“I also made you a sack lunch,” you hold up the paper bag with one hand, and fix up Winnie’s hair with the other.  

You’ve been here a week now and it’s slowly become routine, you getting here early even though you don’t have to, going out of your way to do nice things for him because you know he needs it, and him blushing, oblivious to your affections but growing in his own.

His hand brushes yours when he accepts the lunch from your grasp, calloused fingers touching yours.

“Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you. Be good for y/n and I’ll see you at lunch,” he kisses the top of her head and almost like it’s out of habit, sleep deprivation, confusion, or just him plain wanting to, he kisses the top of your head too.

You look up at him, surprised, and Winnifred practically squeals, deep color filling your face.

He closes his eyes in embarrassment, clearly exhausted and delirious, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, it’s a force of habit. I’ve made you uncomfortable, haven’t I? I’m s-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you assure him, laying your hand on his forearm, subconsciously running your thumb over the skin when you try to relax his anxious rambling. You laugh a little, he’s like a puppy in more ways than one, “I’m not uncomfortable, here...” you get up off where you’re sitting on the couch, Win watching you expectantly.

You stand up on the tips of your toes, seeing as he’s six foot and then some, and kiss the top of his head, gentle and doting. “There you go, now we’re even,” you share a small smile with him, eyes alight.

He searches your face for something but you don’t know what, finding that unknown thing in your eyes before edging a soft smirk and chuckling, “Thank you. That... oddly helped.”

You grin brilliantly and Winnifred jumps on your back from the cushion on the couch, both of you sharing a laugh, “You’re welcome, I knew it would. Have a good day at work, we’ll be here.”

“You too,” he runs a hand through his behead of hair, looking at the two of you adoringly before walking over to the door.

“This isn’t work for me,” you say happily. “I love this spider monkey,” you scrunch your face up and stick out your tongue at her, Winnifred copying your silly expression.

She puts her small hands on your face and shakes you around, you toss her over your shoulder in retaliation. Bucky watches on at the adorable exchange and his heart aches in a way he’s never felt like that before, not his ex wife, not his past girlfriends, not the whirlwind of dames he went through in the 40′s army, not drunken one night stands he thought about calling the next day, and it scares him. You. And his attraction to you soon grows to much more than just that.

“Bye,” he sort of half smiles, heart beating out of his chest when he sees you give him a passing smile as he walks out, both of you still grinning even after the other leaves.

~~~

He’s sitting out on the patio when you’re about to leave for the day, just after putting Winnifred down for her nap. She had been clinging to your tee shirt until you broke down to her begging in telling her a story. There’s a bottle of beer in his hand, and you’re struck at how the moonlight is cascading down his sitting figure, how pleasing he is to look at, rocking back and forth in his white rocking chair. The paint on the old seat is chipping, old, and creaking under his weight, masking the sound of you closing the door behind you, tugging on your bag.

He sees you anyway, always taught when he was a soldier that he needs to look out and keep being alert at all times in case of an attack, that it’s either him or the enemy. His eyes are glazed over when he looks at you like he’s somewhere else before he shakes himself out of it, gulping audibly in your presence when tucks a falling strand of your hair behind his ear. He tied his hair up in a bun, the occasional tendril escaping the elastic.

His five o’clock shadow is more prominent out here in the near dark, stars speckling the sky above you both.

“Hi,” you exhale, running a hand through your hair so it’s out of your face, wearing a crooked grin Bucky can’t bring himself to want to fix. It’s so perfectly you. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your alone time, I know it’s hard to come by as of lately,” you chuckle, nervous beyond repair, almost losing your balance just standing here. “I’ll go and leave you alone-”

“Stay.”

It’s a single word and he says it with such gentleness and permanence you can’t say no. Not that you’d want to anyway, you’ll always say yes.

You nod, “I’d love to, but... are you sure?”

“Very,” he assures you, nodding towards the porch swing beside him, swaying in that late night breeze, curling itself around you and licking your bones, that warmth your feeling being something else. Someone else.

“Alright,” you concede and walk over to sit down on the swing, not needing much convincing.

You lay down on the swing, bare legs kicked up in the air when your jean shorts ride up ever so slightly, the hot sun in the day now biting you in the ass because the temperature has changed so drastically, nipping at your skin. His eyes fall over your toned legs and he’s intoxicated. You let out a long sigh you’ve been holding in all day, feeling the ice cold glass of a beer bottle in your outstretched hand, and you yelp slightly, opening your eyes and taking the beer he’s given to you with a small, gracious smile.

“Rough day?” he asks, taking a swig of his own drink.

“No, not at all, Winnifred’s the perfect kid,” you gush, twisting off the top of the bottle and sipping the drink. “I just never sleep. What with college and stuff.”

He smiles at the compliment to his daughter, agreeing completely, “Where do you go?”

“Community college down the street by my apartment, I only go part time, but it’s still... time consuming. I stayed up all night studying for upcoming exams.”

“Today isn’t so good for everyone I guess,” he nurses his drink, swirling it around absentmindedly. “Today’s an anniversary of mine.”

You frown a little at that, forgetting the idea of him being with someone, that familiar feeling of a hole in your chest, sipping the beer, “You and... your wife?”

His lips slightly tug upward at your change in tone, “Of our divorce...”

“Oh,” your eyes widen the tiniest bit, swirling your drink. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” his eyes soften at your kind words. You’re good, too good. For him, anyway. “I walked in on her... and my brother, after coming home from work. One month after Winnifred was born, she was asleep that night, they did it just one room away from my little girl...” he clenches his fist around his bottle and the glass fractures. 

“She saw me and I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her. She said it was because I wasn’t angry that she was doing this. Because I never feel anything. I walked out, no emotion, nothing. So maybe she was right about that,” he laughs dryly, scratching the back of his neck, another strand falling across his face. “She left with him that night and I haven’t seen any of them since, maybe the occasional Facebook post of her and her new family but... all Winnie knows is that she’s gone, she asks me a lot if it’s her fault.”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say tenderly, as if cooing an injured animal, leaning forward. Your small shirt rides up slightly, revealing the soft pudge of your stomach when you reach out to put your comforting hand on his arm. He’s swept under your spell. “Winnifred doesn’t either.”

“It was tough at the time,” he admits honestly, baring his soul to you. “But I’ve moved on since, some things just aren’t...” you two lock eyes. “-meant to be, I guess.”

“She’s what we women like to call a cunt,” you tell him, your attempt to lighten up the mood. “Just look up the definition and you’ll see her picture, with your brother right behind her.”

He laughs, genuinely this time, eyes crinkling in the corners kind of laugh, the contagious one that gets you started too. It feels good, makes you both forget about your troubles. Just you two, under starlight, on this painted, wooden porch, in the beginning of June. Because you can’t be bothered with anything else.

“Thank you,” he praises, raising the bottle to his pink mouth. “I see why Winnifred adores you so much. It took dozens of some odd babysitters, but, hey, we got you now.”

“Well... I don’t normally swear around my bosses,” you flush in the slightest. 

“I’ll allow it just this once,” he takes a sip, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, lips wrapped around the rim and coated with liquor when they curl at the edges. 

“You’re too kind,” you breathe a chuckle and take your own sip, meeting eyes over a shared bottle of beer in both your fists. 

“You’re the first to say so.”

“With a heart like yours, Buck... I highly doubt that,” you stand up from the porch swing, backpack in hand again. No one’s called him that since Steve and girlfriends in the 40′s, but he likes the way you say it much better. He can just hear the smug voice of his best friend now. From when he called him while you were upstairs.

“You like her, Buck,” he told him, that damned smile searingly loud even over the phone. “I can tell, haven’t heard you talk about a dame like this since...” he paused. “Since no one, actually.”

“I can’t like her,” Bucky had reiterated, to himself mostly, trying to convince himself what his heart was telling him otherwise. “She babysits my kid, she’s ten years younger than me... she won’t like an old man like me.”

“Since when as age been an obstacle for you? And if we’re getting technical, it’s more like a 110 years younger.”

“Well it is now,” Bucky chuckled. “And since when have you been such a smartass?”

“I’ve had a good teacher,” he snarked. “Just give it a chance. Or the next time you gush about her, I’ll go and tell the doll myself.”

“You’re not allowed here after all that polite shit you drilled into my daughter’s head. She’s a little you now.”

“I taught her manners,” Steve laughed. “Sue me.”

“If I could... believe me, I would.”

“Thank you,” he looks up at you from where your standing. “For everything.”

“Of course,” you smile and he stands up himself, knowing he should go inside. “But I uh... I should get home, it’s getting late.”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he finally realizes, stuffing his hands deep in his jeans pockets, like a lovestruck teenager all over again, unsure what to do. “And you know... as long as I’ve been around, one of the only benefits of being a super solider, I’ve never met someone that talks as much as you do.”

You laugh, flustered and bright from the summer night air biting at the button of your nose, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“It’s a good thing,” he says and you gravitate towards each other. “I’ve gotten sick of the quiet.” 

You look down at your sneakers, “I’m glad I could be of service.”

You’re both so close, noses slight brushing when he’s inadvertently backed you up into the wooden railing. His hand opens and closes, before closing tightly into a fist. 

He looks you over, as if he’s holding himself back from reaching out, wanting so much of you, but it’s never enough, “Goodnight, y/n. Get home safely, alright?”

Your lips dip downward, a frown on your lips that he can’t help but take notice of when he dismisses you, but he wants to protect you. He doesn’t want to do something you both would regret. A monster like him.

You bounce back quickly with a small smile, “Oh, right. Goodnight, Mr. Barnes,” and your eyes linger on his face before you’re walking down the steps.

~~~

James walks through the backyard, it’s a hot summer day, now in mid July, and you and Winnifred are running through the sprinkler. Your bare feet slap against the wet grass, green on your heels. He watches how your skin glistens in the sun with sweat and sun screen, sun burned cheeks and hair that clings to your face in tendrils. He can’t keep his eyes off of you, a coral, pink bikini top and jean shorts, the slightest of bows tied at the top from your string bottoms. He itches to get his hands on it, to pull, to see the supple skin underneath. His eyes fall over the dips and curves of your breasts and hips, your waist, your ass. 

You run a hand over your hair, getting it out of your face and eyes to look at him with a brilliant, sunshine grin, wringing out the water in your locks, “Hey, you’re home early.”

“I-I got off a little early today because there was a heat warning, what are you guys doing outside?” he drops his work bag by the door and walks towards you both, arms folded over his chest.

“Playing in the sprinkler!” Winnifred answers, throwing her hands up, when the water hits her and she giggles freely. “Duh!”

“Really?” his eyebrows raise, mumbling smart aleck under his breath with a tiny, turned up smile. “And why is that?”

“Cause it’s fun,” you grin, crooked and bright. 

You walk over to him, extending your hand, and he looks at the gesture, suspicious, a teasing smile forming. “I won’t bite... I promise.”

You take his hand and pull him to you, stepping through the grass and stringing him along until you’re in the sprinkler and he’s soaked. His white Henley shirt clings to his tanned muscle and your eyes are anywhere but, too keep yourself sane. He looks at you, looming over, running a hand back through his slick hair, water droplets falling from his long lashes and he’s laughing, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder like a rag doll, one muscular arm wrapped around your legs. They dangle off his torso when you kick, punching his back to put you down, but your sides split from laughing, so loud and obnoxiously. 

“I wanna be carried! I wanna be carried!” Winnifred giggles excitedly, holding onto your foot where it’s hanging.

He sets you down, soft breasts to his hard chest, his hands on your waist when he puts you back on solid ground. You lock eyes with him and your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, run your hands through his hair and tug him closer to you. 

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling sharply, “Y/n, I-”

“Y/n! He has cooties, come play with me instead!” Winnifred yells, loud and jumping up and down.

“You heard the girl,” you smile, sad and dreamy eyed. “You’re contagious.”

“Go on, then,” he laughs, looking at you like he’s about to say something again, but ultimately decided against it. Your face falls at the missed opportunity, “I’ll see you inside.”

~~~

Winnifred fell asleep across Bucky’s lap, curled up within herself under a weighted, fluffy blanket, head against his chest. You smile at the adorable moment, how his face has softened around her as the television drones on of a Disney movie you turned on that neither of you paid attention to. Ten minutes in and Winnifred was snoring away, dead asleep after laying on her father’s lap. 

“I’ll bring her upstairs,” he clears his throat as he picks her up, small against his broad and muscular frame. “If uh... you want to come with,” his lips kick up and you share it, both dreary and dog tired.

“Of course,” you yawn, stretching out your limbs, and you follow after him up the stairs, watching as he doesn’t struggle to carry her at all up the staircase.

You both step into her room as he lays her down in her Frozen themed, princess sized bed, Elsa and Anna on her pillow and large, cloudy blanket, fuzzy to the touch. She snuggles herself into the cozy mattress and smiles into her pillow, flushed with sleep and activity from the day. You and Bucky’s eyes meet over her, and to anyone on the outside looking in, you’re a happy, little family, the wholesome sitcom kind. 

He doesn’t mind that image at all.

The two of you walk out of the room after turning on her sound machine and glow worm night light, shutting the door softly behind you. You press your back against her door, hand still on the handle like it’s tethering you to reality, keeping you on solid ground. 

“This is probably... a really odd request but could you stay with me in bed... until I fall asleep?” he asks, bashful and hesitant. “I’ve been having these... night terrors lately, flashbacks, and it’s hard to sleep, so I thought maybe if someone was there with me, someone I trust then-”

“I’m happy to do it,” you smirk at his boyish smile and how timid he’s become all of a sudden, walking alongside him to his . “But if I fall asleep waiting for you to do it, don’t blame me.”

He chuckles, deep from his chest when he opens the door to his bedroom, leading you inside. You rush over and jump onto the mattress, plopping down on the soft blankets and pillows, watching him roll his eyes in a fond, affectionate sort of way that has your heart working overtime. He lays down beside you, chest rising and falling in one deep breath, none of you wanting to fall asleep despite your exhaustion. You want to savor the moment. Him and you so close.

You sit up, hair falling angelically over your face, a curtain over your eyes that shields you both from the outside world. His eyes drift to the soft pout of your lips, pink and how your tongue drags across the pillow of your bottom lip, curling at the edges when you see where his eyes lay. His eyes then drift off to what he hopes to be sleep, breathing slowing as he gracefully slips into slumber. You watch his hardened features soften as he does, lips parted ever so slightly, dark eyelashes kissing his cheeks, and you know that this is love.

It’s not more than fifteen minutes into his sleep that he shoots upright, sweat dripping down his face, coating his hair and skin, now matted on his clothes, and he’s hyperventilating, eyes glazed over with visions of his past. You wake up soon after, startled by his harsh breaths and incoherent mumbles, whispers of a former life.

“Please... please don’t. She’s all I have,” he says, voice breaking but at the same time he’s robotic, not awake, and a tear slips from his eye. He’s shaking in his covers and you know what he’s dreaming about. 

“Don’t hurt Winnifred, please, I’m the monster, not her. S-she shouldn’t be hurt, take me instead,” his heart seizes in his chest. He calls out your name in his tired voice, broken sobs escaping. 

You throw your arms around him, close to tears yourself, clutching him to your chest to wake him from the nightmare, cooing softly in his ear until his breathing calms and he’s silent.

“I’m okay, Winnifred’s okay, we just put her to bed, Buck. It’s just a dream, it’s not real...” you run a hand through his brunette locks, teasing the scalp and rubbing small stars into his back, bringing him slowly back in to the present and out of his own dark, warped thoughts. 

You move to put your hands on either side of his face, his eyes finally back to their normal glimmer, now awake. You brush your thumb against the stubble on his jaw, fingers massaging into the skin, “I’m here, just keep looking at me.”

He looks up at you, wide eyed and cautious of his every move, and to calm him down further, or possibly just to indulge your own wants, you kiss his forehead. Pressing lips against his cheek, his nose, his jaw, his temples, small groans escaping him when he takes your face in his hands and crashes his mouth against yours and it’s a symphony, harmony of moving lips. 

“No, no... we can’t,” he whispers, just barely in front of your lips. 

“Why?” you look at him, questioning.

“It-it’s not right...” he groans at the desperate expression on your face, hair mussed and lips swollen, throwing all caution to the wind. 

“Stop talking,” you silence him, shaking your head with a soft smile, and your lips are on his again.

He greedily swallows your moans when his hands fall down your body, each and every ample curve in the palm of his hand. His hands slides under your thighs, gripping the smooth flesh and picking you up so you straddle his hips, legs wrapped around him. You grind your ass into him, purring, his breath quickening along with your heaving chest. It’s hard to imagine, wanting something for so long and finally getting it, like reaching out for light and finally grasping it between your fingers, that starlight you’ve been searching for since that night on the porch with him. And it’s better than you dreamed it up to be. He breaks away, both of you open mouthed and you kiss the dimple that appears when his lips twitch upwards while looking at you.

You trail your fingers up his metal arm and he feels the pressure of your hand, the warmth of your skin and the sudden press of lips against the cool steel when you kiss his palm. 

He flips you both over so he’s above you, stubble scratching against your neck when he places sloppy, open mouthed kisses down your skin and sucks bruises on your most sensitive pulse points, a frenzy of tongue and teeth. A man untamed.

Bucky resurfaces and looks at you, lust and sincerity in his gaze, hungry, “Are you sure?”

“About what, Buck?”

“Us.”

“Unquestionably.”

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Be My Guest? 2/2 - Chris Evans Imagine

Part 1 

warnings: Chris!!Daddy, fluffy af

a/n: Let me know if you want to be tagged in my Chris/Steve stories, Seb/Bucky stories or BOTH! If you have a request or just want to chat my pm and ask box are always open! - R .x

Prompt One / Prompt Two - my two prompt request posts :) just specify which one it is that you are referring too if you send me an ask, please <3 

Just a little change, small to say the least.

Both a little scared, neither one prepared. Beauty and the beast...

You’d always wondered what this moment would be like when you were young. It certainly did not involve so many people, nor did you ever believe millions of humans would want to know this little thing you’d been hiding away. Afraid to show the world a secret you’d become tired of hiding away and what better way to tell millions than revealing it at your first world premiere?

“I’m sick. I can’t go, it’s morning sickness. Just go without me and enjoy yourself-”

Chris sighed, “Baby we’ve been over this. You are going to your first world premiere. You are going to your first big movie release, and you’re going to do it with a real smile on your face.”

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, breathing deeply so you didn’t cry again. Three times this morning did you weep over your bowl of cheerios, in the shower while shampooing your hair, and then lastly, in the living room when you saw a promo for your movie. To say the least you were a mess, only emotionally, though. On the outside, Chris saw nothing short of a princess. Your hair had been done into a loose updo, allowing a small amount of curled locks to frame the divine beauty that is your eyes. So striking and beguiling to look into. Chris wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to look into those eyes and say ‘no.’, he didn’t know if it was humanly possible! Because just sitting there at the edge of the bed, you were giving off a magnetic pull that Chris felt inside himself, whenever he saw you in any moment of distress.

Walking to you, he knelt down carefully on one knee. Hoping he wasn’t going to rip these expensive dark blue pants that he hated wearing with a burning passion. Grasping one of your fumbling hands, he held onto your fingers, gently allowing you to come back down from your mind’s entrancing, yet scattered, thoughts. “I don’t want them to see, not yet. It’s so... so-”

“It’s time, Babe. We’ve been putting this off for too long, honey. I really understand, sweetheart, I do. But we can’t keep hiding this!” 

“Yes we can! I can just stay here I mean we don’t need to go out or anything-” Chris cut you off, “It’s time, sweetie.” 

You didn’t feel comfort in his words. You grabbed onto his hand a bit tighter and brought it to your lips, pressing a bright ruby red kiss to his knuckles.You had to throw all your trust into Chris. Blindly letting him guide you. Taking a big breath in, you finally opened your eyes and found a pair of light blue staring back at you. Overwhelming as this all was, when you saw Chris there, kneeling at your side, you finally relaxed. You knew those eyes were right and had never let you before, and they wouldn’t today. 

His eyes stuck to yours and held all the evidence you needed to know that with Chris by your side, you'd be okay tonight. “Your eyes always make me feel so calm. I think I've found your hidden super power." 

Chris chuckled softly with a smile on his face.

“Your super power is those god-damn lips, which I'd be love, I'd be kissin' right now if you didn't have lipstick on them. Cause I you'd kill me dead if I did." You nodded and giggled softly at Chris. He never failed to surprise you with the electricity in his eyes, the butterflies he gave you in your belly.

“Remember, this is just a little change, small as it can be…” His voice slowly turned into a soft lullaby, making your smile broaden. Softly, you began to join in with him when he gave you a nod of his head, telling you to finish the lyrics, “Both a little scared, neither one prepared, beauty and the beast…” 

You couldn't help but laugh as you finished. The corniness of all this was almost ridiculous... but sometimes you need a little ridiculousness 

“Only you, the cheesiest man in all of Massachusetts, would sing that to me…” Your voice gave a faux disapproval him, to which Chris picked up on immediately. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes appeared and quickly he was grasping your waist gently. Pulling you to his chest and holding you as close as you could be to his chest.

Chris kissed your hair, breathing in deeply to smell the gardenia and jasmine shampoo you had.  

You quickly changed into your gown, only needing a little help when the gown had gotten stuck around your shoulders. The fabric was all bunched up so only getting low enough to hide the top half of your body that wasn't being squeezed in by Spanx. 

After you were zipped in, you stood up in your heels and descended the stairs, with a mindful caution. till trying to gain some equilibrium while adjusting to the designer heels you were, thankfully, still able to slip into.

"The car awaits for you, m'lady." A blush bloomed on your cheeks, "You're ridiculous, Monsieur." 

-

The flashes looked like fireworks that were only twenty feet from you, shining brightly in your eyes, almost blindingly so. The press were clamoring to get the attention of you and Chris. Desperate for just a measly interview with you two, but you had already done eight of them earlier when you first arrived at the theater.  

Finally, you had the door to the theater in your sights. It was like this beckon of light, this golden arch that symbolized your exit off this chaotic carpet. Chris couldn't help but steal glances at you while you walked the carpet, hand in hand, well- hand on the bump it was more like it. Chris couldn't help himself, though! 

The relief of having your baby bump shown and known was amazing. The only problem now was that all Chris wanted to do was to just keep you held in his arms. One hand resting on where your baby was growing, getting ready to meet Mommy and Daddy. He wanted the other hand tangled in your hair, laying your head on his chest, falling asleep from the drum of his heartbeat. Chris could barely wait until you two got home. He also couldn't wait to see this fucking film! 

Chris didn't bother hiding his stare in awe of your glowing skin that made you look radiant. The glow came from the new life inside you, almost as if the baby was also relieved of not being hidden too. You'd been wearing large puffy shirts and three sizes too big tank tops for two months now. Maybe the baby was happy at being shown off now. Knowing that tomorrow, all the newsstands will have You, Chris, and the bump right on the front pages of newspapers and magazines.

You felt a tug on your arm and looked up at Chris. 

"Are you ready, Belle?" You let out your infamous laugh and clutched your belly that shook with elation. "When will that nickname stop! I don't call you Beast!" 

Chris cracked a lopsided grin and entangled his hand with yours. You two strolled into the theater, finally, and as you did he leaned down to your ear, whispering through your loose locks. His warm breath on your neck sent chills down your spine.

"You'll never stop being my Belle, baby."  

                                                     Three Years Later

“Awe, common! Why can’t you let Daddy see?” Chris exclaimed to his two-year-old, who giggled endlessly at her silly father.

“Daddy ith a secret! No one gonna knows! Go, go!” You smiled, chuckling at Chris’s fake expression of sadness. 

“Why doesn't Daddy go downstairs and get the movie started?” 

Your daughter nodded furiously and started yelling out small bits of various songs while running around in her room in circles. She tried to sing the songs she’s heard endlessly. Even before she was born they were sung around me almost every day from my ever so lovely husband. 

Standing up you gathered her yellow dress and sorted it out before calling her. 

"Emmy, are you ready?" 

She looked up at me with her father's blonde hair. It was barely being held back in the sloppy bun that she insisted on doing herself. 

"Muma, are we gonna watch Booty and the Beast?" I giggled at her adorable, small speech impediment. Holding her arms out to me, I picked her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, making her bust out in tiny giggles, trying to hide away by tucking herself into me. 

I had grabbed Emilia's blanket, I started down the stairs when I heard a tiny voice coming from the crook of my neck, 

"Muma oo look like Belle I thin'." 

"You think? I don't know... she's a hero, Emilia! I'm just a Muma..." Emmy giggled and looked, using her tiny hands to squish my cheeks together. 

"Silly mummy! Oo are a hewoe! Daddy say so." 

I felt the urge to tell her, but I knew she'd just be confused. Chris and I always laughed about the day we tell her the truth of who that was, play Belle on screen, and who the man was, that played Captain America. 

My heart swelled all of a sudden when I realized after we tell her, when she'sat school and is asked, 'What do your parents do for a living?', she'll be able to say that her parents were, 'a princess and a hero.'

a/n: I hope this fulfilled the long-lived dream of a second part to Be My Guest! The credit for the idea goes to my lovely lady: @ateliefloresdaprimavera who was so sweet to give me this idea that I’ve loved working with. - R .x 

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