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A Place To Call Home

Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 200K (individual counts in parts)

Warnings: language, angst

A/N #1: The reader is 16-17 years old for this series. This series is complete! <3

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Burnin' Up

Summary: You're an unmated Omega mother with a son, Lucas, who moves into the open house next to Dean, an unmated Alpha. When your heat hits and doesn’t get better, Lucas goes to Dean for help.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Words: 4,017

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heat, knotting, maybe fluff?, poorly written smut. (please be nice, I don't know what I'm doing)

(Gif is not mine)

“We’re here!” You laugh excitedly as you pull the old truck you got from your dad to a stop at the curb in front of your new home. Turning it off you glanced at your son who looked less than impressed as he pulled his headphones from his ears as he blinked at the house. 

“Awesome.” He said looking over at you with a weak smile.

“Oh don’t be like that!” You said gently slapping his arm before you reached into the back seat to grab your purse and opened the car door stepping out into the street. Moving around the u-haul trailer attached to your truck you stood on the sidewalk grinning up at the old house that will hold your’s and your son's future. “Well what do you think? Mom did pretty good right?”

Having stepped out onto the sidewalk with his hands in his hoodie your twelve year old looked up at the run down house. Kicking his feet as he moved so he was standing next to you, he sighed. “Yeah it’s great Mom.”

“At least see the inside of the house and give it a chance before you decide to hate it.” You said with puppy dog eyes at him. “I bought this with my own money. I’m proud of that! A little paint and some fixing up here and there and she’ll be the best house on the block.”

“I just don’t see why we had to move out here. Grams and Pops said they would let us stay for as long as we wanted. It’s better than being in the middle of nowhere Kansas.”

“And deal with my mother trying to set me up with every available Alpha in town? No thank you. This is a new start for us.” You frowned, holding out a key and your purse for him to grab. In a mocking snobbish tone you turned to him. “Who's going to want an unmated Omega with a pup? Hmm?”

Laughing at the bad impression of his grandma he grabbed the items from you and headed towards the house to open up so you could start unpacking. 

“Nobody, that's who.” You muttered under your breath as you unlocked the trailer and started to pull boxes from the back of it, placing them on the sidewalk so your son could grab them. “Lucas, you can explore later! Come grab your boxes!”

“You must be the new neighbor?” A deep voice called out to you, making you turn around. Two very tall, very attractive, very Alpha looking men in flannels walked up to you making you brush your hands on your jeans as you nodded. A light breeze pushed an amazing smell towards you. It smelled like pine, leather, and gunpowder. It was intoxicating.

"Yeah! That's us!" You smiled, shaking your head out of your daze, never having been a shy Omega you held out your hand for a shake. You felt a pulling in your chest but you couldn't place what it was. "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Dean," The shorter of the two said, shaking your hand and a tingle went through you. After a beat he pointed over his shoulder at the taller one, his eyes, his green apple eyes, never leaving you. "This is my brother Sam. I live next door. He lives down the street with his Omega Eileen."

Sam waved with a smile. "You need help getting everything inside?"

"We can handle it." Lucas said coming down the yard and standing in front of you eyeing both of the Alphas up and down. You were positive this kid would be an Alpha when he presented in a few years.

"I'm sorry, this is my son Lucas." You smiled, putting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing them up and down his arms. "Luc, this is Dean and Sam, some of our neighbors."

"Hey kid." Dean said with a grin. 

The little Alpha sized up the two others puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders a bit as he did. “Hi.”

The two men looked at him with impressed expressions. Pretty ballsy for such a little Alpha to stand up two bigger Alphas. 

“Okay, Luc,” You said, looking between them trying to break the tension. “Grab your boxes please and take them inside. I would love the help, thank you.”

Grumbling Lucas grabbed his box and headed into the house. 

“I’m sorry about him. He’s protective.” 

Dean and Sam shrugged it off as they came closer, the pulling sensation getting harder, and picked up boxes in their hands. “Don’t worry about it. I was the same way with our Mom.”

“Happens all the time.” Sam laughed as he followed Lucas inside. 

“Just put them anywhere I’ll figure it out later.” You laughed as you continued to unpack the trailer.

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Two hours later the trailer was empty and everything you and Lucas owned was in the house. Sam and Dean helped arrange the living room furniture like you wanted it and with a sigh and a smile you nodded hands on your hips. “Thank you so much guys!”

“No problem,” Dean grinned, dusting his hands off. 

“Glad we can help.” Sam smiled as he looked at his watch. “I gotta go, Eileen’s going to be home from work soon. It was nice meeting you Y/N, Lucas.” 

“See ya later Sammy.” Dean said, waving to his brother as he walked out the door. “We’ll watch the game on Sunday, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam called back with a wave. 

“Mom, I'm hungry.” Lucas sighed as he came out of his room looking at his phone. 

“I was going to get pizza after I dropped the trailer off.” You said looking at your son and then at Dean. “Care to join us? It’s the least I can do with you helping us move in and all.”

“Uh, sure.” Dean said laughing scratching the back of his neck. “Never turn down free food.”

“Why don’t you two get cleaned up and relax for a bit and I will be back in an hour or so with the pizza.” 

“I’ll come with you. Some people around here are pretty old fashioned and don’t really acknowledge Omega’s without Alphas. I don’t want anyone to be rude to you on your first day in town.”

“Why can’t you just call in the pizza?” Lucas said looking between you and Dean, his protective nature coming back into play.

Smiling, you walked over to Lucas and kissed his forehead before grabbing your purse from the coffee table secretly pleased that Dean offered to come with. You felt that pulling again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be back soon and we can eat. You want to come with or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here. Don’t forget pepperoni with jala-”

“With jalapenos, I know. Lock the door behind us.” Gesturing to the door you smiled at Dean. “After you.”

Together the two of you left the house and you stopped to listen for the door to lock but it didn’t happen. “I mean it pup, lock the door!”

The locked slide into place with an audible groan. Shaking your head you rolled your eyes and walked down the little step towards Dean who was waiting at your truck. “Boys.”

“He always like that?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you unlocked the truck and got in. “Been like that since he could walk. He’s smart, but he’s stubborn.” Turning on the truck you mumbled under your breath. “Just like his dad.”

Dean looked over at you as you pulled away from the house. “Where is his dad if you don’t mind me asking? We don't see many single Omegas with pups around here.”

Scrunching up your nose you sighed as you drove. “He was a knot and walk kinda guy.”

“Ah, so a deadbeat Alpha.” 

“Pretty much yeah.”

“Is that why you moved out here?”

“No. I wanted a place of my own with Lucas away from my family and their annoying pack dynamic bullshit. I also just thought we needed a change of scenery in general. Small town life doesn’t seem so bad.” You shrugged, smiling at Dean.

Dean smiled back at you as you pulled up into the u-haul parking lot a few blocks over from your new home. He realized he loved your smile. All day all he wanted to do was get you to smile, make you laugh, make you moan his name.  Closing his eyes he bit his lip trying so hard to keep his cool. He felt like a pup again ready to pop a knot at a stiff breeze. It was easier to handle before you were in a small space together but now all he wanted was to listen to this pulling and touch you. 

“Let’s get this shit show on the road.” You said as you got out which knocked him out of his thought process.

Once you were out of the car Dean took a deep breath to try to calm himself but all he got was a good whiff of your scent. You smelled like apple pie, old whiskey, and some kind of flower he couldn't place. Wiping his hand down his face he groaned. You were definitely going to be a problem for him.

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6 months later

You had grown closer to the handsome Alpha next door. He helped you and Lucas any chance he got, coming over for dinners, coffee, just to talk, he had worked on your truck when it died on you last week and he even helped you paint and fix up things in your home so it looked almost like new now. 

Lucas seemed to have warmed up to the Winchester boys. He wasn't so defensive or protective around them anymore. He really seemed to bond with Dean and there were days you would come home from work to find them throwing a football in the yard. It was great to see him so happy with an Alpha there to teach him things.

Sam and Eileen also became some of your best friends. The five of you would have bbqs on the weekends just to hang out and Sam even helped Lucas with homework when he had questions. Overall life was nice and easy for you here. You felt like things were going to be okay.

“Fuck.” A cramp rolled through you making you bend at your waist holding onto your truck. You muttered to yourself as you took a deep breath and stood back up. The suppressants you’ve been taking weren't working anymore. Pushing off your car you headed towards your home not wanting to be out in public when your heat hit you like a ton of bricks.

“You okay there Y/N?”

Looking up over your shoulder you saw Dean standing on his driveway wiping his hands on a rag, looks like he has been working on his car, but now his attention is on you. He could probably smell your heat on you. His eyes looked just slightly darker even from this distance.

Waving you nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.”

“If you need help tonight,” Dean said, getting closer. You had helped him with a rut recently and he was all too happy to return the favor. “You know where to find me.”

“I do. Thank you,” You groaned as you clutched your stomach as he got closer, the breeze throwing his scent at you making slick start to wet your panties. “But I got this.”

It was so hard to fight the need for him, his strong Alphas cent calling to you. That pulling demanded his attention. But you couldn’t bring an alpha into the house right now, not when Lucas was home. You didn’t want him to hear you getting knotted over and over. You couldn’t do that to your pup. Your hands shook as you made your way into your house holding the door for dear life as it swung open and you closed it, locking it tight behind you.

“Lucas,” You whined as you slid down the door. 

“Mom?” Lucas ran into the room from the kitchen table where he was doing his homework. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“My suppressants aren’t working. Can you get me some pain pills please?” You cried, grabbing your stomach as heat burned through you. “I’m going to my room.”

Helping you stand, Lucas walked you into your room letting you crawl onto the bed before he took the heeled boots off your feet and ran into the bathroom to get your pain meds and a glass of water from the tap. “Here Mom.”

“Thank you pup.” You grabbed the pills and the glass and downed the little tablets with the water before putting the cup on your nightstand. Laying back on the pillows you curled into a ball holding your hand out for Lucas to come closer. Placing your hand on his cheek you looked him in the eyes. “It’s going to be hard for a few days. If you need help with anything ask Dean okay?”

Nodding, Lucas looked at you with a worried gaze. “Should I get Dean now? He’s an Alpha. He can help you.”

“No, no baby.” Shaking your head you took a deep breath. “I can handle this. Just be careful okay? Do not open the door for anyone but Dean or Sam.”

“Okay,” Lucas said, biting his lip. “Is there anything I can do?”

Shaking your head you cringed as another cramp hit you. You had to be strong for your pup until he was out of the room then you could break down. “No. I’ll be okay. Just leave me be for a few days okay?”

Kissing your heated cheek Lucas backed away from you as you cramped again and once he was out in the hall he closed the door leaving you to deal with your heat alone.

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It's been a full two days and your heat hasn't settled. You buried your face into your pillow letting out a groan of pain. You were burning up, slick coated your thighs as the toy you were using lay useless between your legs. You had shed your clothes days ago only covering yourself when Lucas came in to give you water or try to get you to eat but you sent him away quickly. You didn't want your son to see you like this. Breathing felt difficult and your head was swimming from the fever.

A knock on your door made you groan as you pulled the covers over you. “I’m okay Luc. Just go away please.”

“It’s not Lucas.” The deep voice called back as the door opened a crack and the scent of Alpha pushed through your cloudy mind. "Fuck Omega I could smell you from the driveway."

Moaning in pain you curled in on yourself as you closed your eyes. “Fuck. You shouldn’t be here Dean.”

“Lucas came to get me,” He groaned, coming in and closing the door behind him toeing off his boots and socks. “He’s worried about you. Says your heat isn’t going away. I'm worried too. Let me help you, Omega.”

"No, I'm okay." You said, shaking your head. "I can get through this on my own. Dean please. Just leave."

"But you're not okay." Dean growled. "You helped me with my rut. Let me help you with your heat."

Biting your lip you stared at him through lidded eyes for a moment, after a pain filled beat you nodded reaching out for him. “Okay Alpha, please I need you. Need your knot.”

“I’m here ‘mega,” He said, striding over to your bed and pushing your hair out of your face. “You’re burnin’ up. Gotta cool you down.”

“Please it hurts,” You whined, shaking your head, pulling at his shirt and closing your eyes tightly. “Fuck me, Dean.”

“I gotcha,” He said, pulling his shirt over his head before unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down his boxers with them. “Gonna take good care of ya.”

Your heated hand ran down his chest and he hissed at the burning feel of it as he pulled the blanket away from your body. Grabbing your discarded toy he tossed it on the floor. The smell of your heat and the slick on your thighs made him harder than he’s ever been. Running his hands down your thighs, your back arched at his touch as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to move in slow circles. Speeding up as you cried for more. 

"So wet for me." He said removing his thumb from your nub too pushed two into your pussy curling them against your walls searching for your g-spot as he thrusts in and out of you slick going everywhere as he moves. "Such a sloppy little Omega."

"Dean, Alpha!" You cried, throwing your head back onto your pillows. Your toy never even came close to making you feel this good. You cried out as he brought you to a quick orgasm with his fingers. White flashing behind your eyelids for a moment. Breathing hard you looked up at him with a small smile. 

"That's it, Y/N. Good girl. Such a good little Omega." He said as continued to thrust his fingers letting you ride that high before slowly bringing you back. 

"Alpha, please, need your knot. Need you." His fingers were amazing but you needed his cock.

"You're gonna get my knot, don't worry beautiful." You whined at the empty feeling as he pulled his hand from you. You watched as he slipped his two fingers into his mouth sucking the slick and taste of you off them making you groan loudly at the sight. "You taste so good, baby. Gonna make you feel better. Present Omega." 

Eagerly, you rolled onto your stomach lifting yourself up on shaky limbs and looked over your shoulder at him. He was stroking himself as he settled onto the bed behind you. "Fuck me. Please Alpha."

"Impatient little thing." He growled, slapping his hand on your ass, making you cry out in pleasure pain as he placed his cock at your entrance. Time for play was over he needed to give you a knot and then into a cool bath to get that fever down. Grabbed your hips as he thrust into you harshly, his hips pistoning against you as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. 

"Oh god Alpha!" You cried, your arms giving out as your chest landed on your bed. You clenched around him tightly as he moved at a bruising pace. The coil in your stomach tightening again as you moaned into the mattress. 

"I gotcha Omega. God you feel so good on my cock. So tight." Dean said, leaning over you and kissing your back, his hips never faltering from his brutal thrusts. He was so wound up from just the smell of your heat and the noises you made he already felt his knot start to swell. He wasn't going to last very long this round. The feel of it catching on your entrance made you both moan in pleasure. Reaching his hand around you his fingers found your clit and started to rub you quickly. "Want you to come with me 'mega."

"Fuck, Alpha!" You cried into the mattress as you clenched down on him again. Your walls fluttered around him as the coil snapped your second orgasm crashing through you. 

"Shit Y/N!" Dean cried as his knot popped when he thrusted into you as came. Locking you two together as he shot rope after rope of come into you painting the walls with his seed. "Fuck!"

Together you breathed harshly into the darkened room as you both came down from your highs. You felt the weight of him on your back as he leaned forward his forehead between your shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around your waist he laid you both in a comfortable position on your bed, your back to his chest. Giving you small kisses and nips across your shoulder. "How you feeling Omega?"

Sighing you closed your eyes feeling more yourself. You could still feel the heat simmering inside you but you felt like you could breathe again. "Better, I think. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dean muttered his thumb brushing your skin where it sat on your stomach. "That was the worst heat I've ever seen. Are they always this bad?"

"No," You shake your head. "I haven't had one in a while though. I've been taking suppressants."

"For how long?"

"A few years off and on since I had Lucas. I just didn't want to deal with it and raise a pup on my own. I didn't think it would be this bad."

"You could have died. If you keep suppressing them it's just going to get worse and it's going to kill you. You can't do that to the kid."

"Shit Lucas!" You gasped realizing you didn't know where he was, jumping a bit before crying out when Dean's knot pulled, your head still swimming from the fever and orgasms. God had he heard everything?!

"Christ Y/N!" Dean snapped before pulling you back and nipping at your neck as a reminder not to move yet. "He's fine. He's at my place with Sam and Eileen. Probably watching some dopey horror movie with a full belly, they would never let a pup starve." 

Sighing in relief you leaned back into him. "I've been such a bad mom. My heat hit and I couldn't take care of him."

"Don't say that." Dean said playing with your hair to calm you. "You're a great mom. He did alright the last few days I checked up on him, so did Sam. He was just worried about you. You raised a good kid, you know. He came right over when he knew you were in trouble."

Nodding you closed your eyes again, a small proud smile on your lips as you leaned into him listening to Dean's heart beat as he held you. Soon his knot returned to normal and you were able to separate. 

"Let's get you into a cold bath. I can still feel your fever." 

You yawned but let him move the two of you into the bathroom. His arms around you feel strong and safe. Nuzzling into him you closed your eyes. "So you felt it?"

Setting you on the counter he turned to your tub and plugged it before he turned the faucet on letting it run at a good cool temperature for you before he turned around and walked between your thighs to hold your waist. "That pull between me and you? Yeah, I feel it. Do you?"

"Since the day we met," You nodded, letting your arms run up to his shoulders and around his neck as you bury your face in his skin leaving little nips and kisses. "You smell so good, Alpha."

Dean chuckled and kissed the top of your head picking you up so he was holding your thighs in his hands. "So do you, like all my favorite things." 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you looked over at the filling tub and sighed a little knowing this was going to suck. But you dealt with it as Dean placed you into the cold bath kneeling naked beside it and turned the faucet off once you were in. You yelped and tried to climb out. "Fuck its freezing!"

"Shhhh," Dean soothed as he pushed you back into the tub gently, running his hand up and down your back dipping his hand in and collecting water to run it down your back as he settled you into the water. "It's just the fever, it's not that cold. Just gotta bring this fever down then I'm gonna knot you over and over until you can't take it Omega."

You practically purred at his words. The promise of his knot making you wet as he ran his cold hand down your heated skin. Glancing at him through your lashes you smiled. "Can't wait Alpha."

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Cravings

Summary: The reader gets some intense pregnancy cravings when she smells the alpha next door cooking. She grabs a plate and knocks on his front door.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Baker!Dean x pregnant!reader

Square: Baker au @spnchristmasbingo​ Love at first smell @spnaubingo​

Word Count: 3,777

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, pregnant reader (Dean is not the father), unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, mentioned/implied one night stand, mature themes, language, pining, a little angst, mostly fluff

A/N: Inspired by a post on pinterest. First attempt at writing an A/B/O fic. Also written for @spnchristmasbingo​ and @spnaubingo​. Enjoy!

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Not You

Summary: While Dean and the reader are working a djin case, the hunt goes wrong and they wind up stuck in the djin’s perfect little world made just for them. Dean owns his own successful line of garages and the reader is a school teacher and stay at home mom to their three small kids. Dean and the reader know it’s not real and that they have to find a way out before they get sucked into their own bubble of happiness…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, fight

A/N: Enjoy!

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Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 5)

Summary: When the dust settles after the attack, the reader is left to navigate the aftermath on her own…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, implied smut, horror themes

A/N: This was a very unique series to write that had it’s challenges but was a joy all the same…

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Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 4)

Summary: Dean helps the reader with her recovery before they have a chat…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warnings: language, violence, implied smut

A/N: Dean, Dean, Dean…

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Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 3)

Summary: Dean is trying his best to be more upbeat but an incident leaves Dean and the reader’s relationship in uncharted territory…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, violence, horror themes

A/N: Nice longer part for you guys…

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Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 2)

Summary: Dean and the reader make it back to camp but things don’t settle down…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, injury, horror themes

A/N: Dean is so grumpy…

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Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 1)

Request: Hey. Could you do an Endverse Dean x Reader where the Reader is alone and one day saves Dean’s life and he is super annoyed. The others invite her to stay at their camp. Dean hates the idea and hates her more because she still has a positive outlook in this messed up world. Can it be angsty, fluffy and smutty?

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,700ish

Warnings: language, injury, slight horror themes

Terminology: Croat - A person(s) infected with the Croatoan virus, similar to what you might think of as a zombie 

A/N: My first time doing endverse!Dean. Enjoy!…

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| RM of BTS on Instagram Post | Wallpapers | - Namjoon as boyfriend material :) // it was so hard to choose photos because literally every photo of namjoon is fucking boyfriend material.. congratulations to all of you guys on valentine’s day and i suggest we spend this day delulu, because to be honest, we all would like to spend this day with namjoon, because this is the person who would be the perfect boyfriend giving comfort ♡ it’s hard to live when namjoon isn’t your boyfriend :) p.s. sorry, i’m not good at english :(

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Sleepyheads

husband!dad!chris evans x wife!mom!reader

anon requested: “what about chris snuggled up with you daughter with his hair all decorated when you get home from work! 💗”

“Chris? Bubs?”. The house was dead silent when you got home, which was unusual. You slowly walked into the living room and froze when you saw your 2 year old daughter laying on Chris’s chest, fast asleep on him, and Chris dozed off, with his head resting back. Not forgetting Dodger, with his head resting on Chris’s lap, snoring softly. You walked closer and giggled quietly when you noticed Chris’s hair pinned, clipped and tied up with different clips and hair ties from a set you got your daughter after an appointment with the doctor. 

You snapped a quick photo and left the room quickly, getting out of your work clothes and into some comfy pyjamas before going down stairs and starting dinner. As the pasta boiled in the pot, Dodger trotted over to you and nudged at your leg. You took one of his treat sticks and sat down on the floor with him. You patted his head and broke off some giving it to him. Once he finished the whole stick, he flopped down on his belly, laying his head on your lap for head pats and scratches. You giggled and began petting him. “Dodge.. How am I supposed to get our pasta!” 

Once the timer went off on your phone you stood up, holding Dodger’s head and laying it on the ground. You strained it stuck on the sauce, tapping your leg for Dodger as you walked to the couch. You sat down and scrolled on your phone, not wanting to turn on the tv in case it woke them. 

After about 10 minutes, Chris woke up and smiled at you, whispering. “Hey Love”. You smiled back and leaned over, kissing him softly. “Want me to bring her up”. You asked, pulling her ponytail out of the back of her pyjamas. Chris shook his head and kissed your forehead. “I’ll bring her up”. 

You stood up and began dishing up dinner as Chris brought her upstairs. When he came down, he was in his pyjamas and snuggled beside you, taking his bowl up. “How was work?”. He asked you, twirling up the spaghetti on his fork and putting it in his mouth, some of the sauce spreading near his lips. “It was good, just busy”. You giggled softly and wiped the side of his mouth with your sleeve. “You have fun with her today?”. Chris smiled widely “I really did, she reminds me of you”. You blushed hard at his words and finished your food, scooting closer and resting your head on his shoulder as Dodger jumped on the couch and laid on top

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His Favorites

Summary: Bucky can’t think of a better way to spend Thanksgiving than with his two favorite girls. 

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

CW: Fluff, implied smut at the very end. 

A/N: Part of the Bee universe. Thank you @jvanilly and @paminaknox. Comments, likes and reblogs are cherished.

Aware of your daughter’s rapt, curious gaze on your face, you take a large bite of peas, letting out a soft hum as you chew. Swallowing, you scoop up another spoonful, holding it up so she can see them. “These are my favorite.”

Bee grabs her spoon, rolling several squished peas onto it with her fingers. “My favorites too,” she says with a smile.

Tilting your face towards her, you match her expression and she shoves the spoon in her mouth, a few peas falling to her colorful skirt as she bounces in her chair. “Yummy right Mommy?” She mumbles around the mouthful. “Our favorites.”

Waiting for your confirmation, she gazes at your face with her bright, adoring eyes. Laughing, you playfully tug on one of her small ponytails. “Yep. Our favorites.”

Bee watches you spear a carrot with your fork, and she grabs her smaller fork, mimicking you. It takes three tries before she gets one to stick; the mangled vegetable dangling precariously off the side. “Is this our favorites?”

“Sure is Bumblebee.” You pop it in your mouth and she immediately does the same.

“I like it so much,” she exclaims, jamming another piece into her mouth when you take a second bite.

Bucky stares at you from across the table, his chin propped on his palm, his sleeves rolled down to his elbow. He’s taking in everything, memorizing every second. Every smile that graces your lips, every scrunch of Bee’s nose as she talks, every interaction between you two makes him incredibly grateful that you gave him this, gave him a family.

His own food growing cold because he can’t look away as you skillfully get little Bee to eat everything on her plate.

He’s impressed, you’re effortlessly doing what he and Francine couldn’t, they worked hard to convince her to take just one bite of anything that even resembled a veggie, yet all it took was one smile and a few encouraging words from you and she was ready to try whatever you wanted.

“But you know what we don’t like?”

“Yes!” Her eyes widen and she leans into you, eagerly waiting to agree with anything you say. “What don’t we like, mommy?”

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No, it’s a new beginning.

pairing: Stucky x reader.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: some angst, some fluff, forgiveness (because apparently this needs to be a warning.) pregnancy, babies, giving birth nothing graphic because idk what im talking about. Stucky and their feelings/crying. Please let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: first of all I want to say thank you to everyone that read, liked, commented and reblogged part one. It means so much you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy part two. When I first got this idea the ending(this part) is what first came to mind. Some might not like it and that’s ok just please be kind.

I did try to tag everyone that requested if I forgot I’m sorry. There were some that I tried to tag and couldn’t.

Part 1

They had convinced Tony to display the facial recognition software on every single electronic device in the apartment that could show it. That was all they did, sit in the living room or in bed and watch as pictures and videos were scanned. They even started taking shifts to make sure they didn’t miss an alert. They were barely taking care of themselves, staying glued to a Tv, tablet, phone or computer. They had locked themselves in the apartment and declined going on any mission until you were back or at least until they knew you were safe. Sam and Nat were the only ones that they would allow into the apartment. Bucky and Steve were dead set on finding you no matter how long it took.

Steve and Bucky talked in those times on how they would apologize and make it up to you. But after the fight Bucky was left with doubts on whether he was good enough for both you and Steve. Although the blonde assured him that he was more than enough and he acknowledged that it was his fault Bucky was questioning himself and the role he played in their relationship. They even talked about only one of them being in a relationship with you but they could never imagine that you would reject them, so they prepared themselves for every scenario except for that one.

Bucky sat on the couch in the dark living room, the only light source was the Tv. The images flashed by quickly as F.R.I.D.A.Y compared them to various pictures of you at different angles to try and get the best match. He had his arms stretched out on the back of the couch and one sleepy Steve leaning against his shoulder. They shared a blanket as Steve tried to keep his eyes open. Bucky places a kiss on Steve’s temple and moves to drape his arm around the blonde’s shoulder.

“I have a feeling we’re getting close. We’re going to find her tonight.” Bucky whispers mostly to himself thinking Steve has already fallen asleep.

“You think so?” Steve asks with a yawn as he continues to fight the drowsiness.

“Yeah I do. Now get some sleep, it's my turn to stay up and watch anyway.”

It’s around 4 am when the software stops searching and one single image flashes. Bucky on the edge of sleep blinks the drowsiness away as he begins to study the image. He stands abruptly causing Steve to wake up. Bucky stands close to the tv, his eyes watery. There in the background of someone’s picture of a festival is you, well most of you. Looking over your shoulder toward the festivities, a small smile gracing your lips but sadness is what is reflected in your eyes.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah Stevie. I told you we’d find her tonight. Let’s get the coordinates of this place and try to find her.”

You have been living on your own for 5 months now. Well not completely alone you had Bow and Arrow to keep you company. The time away was certainly bittersweet, little by little you began to build walls around yourself. It felt like it was getting easier to distance yourself from the feelings you had for them. Although there were times when you missed them terribly and there are days when you still cry but overall you are beginning to move on.

In the last couple of weeks you’ve had Laura and Nat visit, but today you had Clint with you. He had promised to fix some things around the house for you and you could see him through the sliding doors sitting on the steps in the back, trying to do who knows what when the perimeter alarm went off. You had been in the kitchen getting lunch ready when you heard it. Your first instinct was to go to your room when you heard two car doors slam shut. Frozen to the spot you were standing in you can’t do anything else but listen, your breath hitches when there is a knock at the door. You look out into the backyard through the sliding door and don’t see Clint, knowing he has to be somewhere with his weapons so you make your way to the door. Opening it just enough so that you can see out while keeping your body behind it, ready to shut it just in case. Your heart drops into your stomach. Out of anything you expected this was not it.

“Steve?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says in that gentle way he reserved only for you and Bucky. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“We?”

He shifts to the side and the movement allows you to see Bucky leaning against the car they came in with his hands in his pockets and keeping his head down. He tilts his head up when he hears your voice, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away. He looks tired, they both do and there is a part of you that worries about them but you can’t allow yourself to give in to that side. You weren’t their priority and they aren’t yours anymore.

Steve looks out toward Bucky and as he turns around you notice him get tense.

“Barton?” He says incredulously as he stares at Clint with his bow and arrows at the ready. He lowers it when he realizes it’s just Steve.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks as he rushes and grabs the front of Clint’s shirt. “We’ve been looking for her for months. You’ve-“

“Steve.” Bucky yells trying to get the other man’s attention as you fully open the door fully and step outside. He looks at you and rushes over and jumps over the railing to get Steve to ease up.

“You could have said something.” He seethes.

Clint wraps his hands around Steve’s wrist.

“Steve.”

“We’ve spent months looking for Y/N worried that someone could have hurt her.”

“Steve, stop.”

“That’s enough, let him go.” You yell at him.

“No, you don’t get it. We were worried, we did nothing but try to find you for five months.” Steve says as he finally lets him go and turns to look at you.

Standing by the door you’re wearing one of Bucky’s henleys along with leggings and fluffy socks. He’s angry and hurt someone he trusted lied to him. You can see it in his face until his eyes travel down your body. His expression falters as his eyes land on your belly, making you wrap your arms around it protectively.

“You’re pregnant?” He can barely get the words out as a new wave of emotions hit him.

Bucky is the first one to move, he takes a step towards you. His eyes are glassy from unshed tears and a small smile begins to appear on his face.

“Don’t.” You tell him as you place a hand in the doorknob ready to go back inside. Away from this whole situation, you knew you would have to talk to them some day but not like this you weren’t ready.

“Darling please?” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is that you're standing there in his shirt looking as beautiful as ever and you’re cradling your bump. He still can’t even fully process it, the three of you had discussed the possibility of starting a family in the future but never came to an agreement since it was still a new relationship.

“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no. I want you gone.” You begin to open the door but a hand wraps around your upper arm making you turn, damn them and their quick silent steps. Steve is looking down at you, his eyes scanning your face almost as if he still can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him.

“I know we don’t deserve a chance, but sweetheart please. It’s not just us anymore we have a baby on the way and we want to be here for you.” His eyes pleading for a chance.

You laughed, it was bitter and humorless but you laughed in his face. The anger you had tried to leave behind came crashing down.

“You want to be here for me? Fuck both of you. Where were you 6 months ago when I needed you? You don’t get to show up at my home and ask for a chance you don’t deserve. I trusted both of you and I took care of you even when you weren’t speaking to me and for what?” You began to cry, it was all too much too fast. Of course Steve tried to calm you but that only made you angrier as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t, you don’t get to try and make me feel better. You’re the reason all of this happened in the first place.”

“I know, I know it’s my fault please I just want to apologize.”

“Well I don’t want to hear it. I’ve moved on. I picked up the broken pieces and I put them back together without you.”

“What about the baby?” His voice was small and he was now looking at the floor.

It was tiring trying to be the one to put you back together and you want them to hurt the same way you did so the lie slipped before it could be stopped.

“It’s not yours Steve and it’s not Bucky’s either.”

“No, I don’t believe that.” Bucky shakes his head coming up behind Steve. “Please don’t say that. That’s our baby Y/N I know it is.”

“Guys why don’t you give her some space. This is a lot for her and she needs to rest.”

“Why don’t you stay out of it Barton. You’ve done enough.” Bucky turns to glare at him still at the end of the porch.

“I don’t think I will because while the two of you were being selfish assholes I was the one looking out for her.” Both men stood toe to toe. “Now Y/N said she wants you gone so leave.”

Steve looks at Bucky and Clint then turns back to you and grabs both of your hands in his, like he used to do when he had to say something important. “Please we just want to talk.”

You shake your head while you pull away from him and open the door and as soon as you pass through you begin to close it but his hand stops it. Clint yells at them that they’re crossing a line while he pushes the door open. But Steve is desperate and even if you don’t forgive him, if you forgave Bucky that would be enough. So he starts to say something but a growl stops him. Arrow moves in between your legs, teeth bared growling at Steve while Bow stands to your left. Steve moves to stand upright and Bow snarls at him, taking a step forward. Both dogs are ready to attack if necessary.

Steve clears his throat as he looks down at both guard dogs. “They aren’t going to attack me right?”

“I don’t know Steven, are you going to come in uninvited?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Bow, Arrow sit.” You command. The dogs sit, with Arrow’s head pressed against your bump.

“Thank you.” Is the last thing you hear him say as you slam the door in his face.

You wipe the tears away as you head towards your bedroom and lay down. Arrow jumps on the bed and turns a couple of times before laying down with her head near your belly. Bow lays on the floor behind you preferring the rug to the bed. He huffs and lifts his head up when the sound of footsteps start to get closer. There is a knock on the doorframe and you look up seeing Clint leaning against the frame, sporting a bloody lip.

“There should be a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.”

“It’s ok kid, trust me when I say I’ve had worse.” He says as he pushes himself off the doorframe. “You should see the black eye Steve and Bucky are going to have.”

“S’not enough.”

He chuckles as he sits on the bed. “It isn’t but I'm pretty sure you hurt them worse by saying these babies aren’t theirs.”

“So what? it’s better that they think the twins aren’t theirs. Now they don’t have to feel obligated to stay for the kids.” You say as you sit up and begin to wipe your tears again. Arrow shifts and lays her head on your lap.

“They didn’t know you were pregnant when they were searching for you. That should count for something.” He says with a shrug.

It’s true they had no idea but you didn’t want to be rational. It seemed like they had fixed their relationship and you were happy for them. But that didn’t change that they decided to shut you out. And you couldn’t worry about your own feelings now, you had babies on the way that would need consistency and what if they decided to walk out again. You could handle it for sure but not them.

“I’m not going to make my decision on the sole fact that I’m pregnant. They can be in the twin’s lives without us being in a relationship.” You scoff “whose side are you on anyways?”

“Yours obviously. Always have always will be. I just want you to make the right decision for yourself. And the only way to do that is to look at all sides of the situation. I know you’re hurting and seeing them again must have been hard but at some point you’re going to have to face them and make a choice.”

You scowl at him, annoyed that he has a point. “When did you become so wise?”

“When I stopped crawling around in the vents at the tower.” He laughs.

“I’m not going to talk to them now, but do you know where they went?”

“Nope. But I bet they’re going to stay close by until they get the chance.”

“Figured as much. All I can say is that I’ll think about it.”

“Atta girl. I’m gonna finish up and Then I’m gone. I’ll be at the farm if you need anything.”

“Ok, thanks again Clint. I really don’t know where I’d be without you.”

He places a kiss on your head and heads out.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and the next day thinking about what to do. You love them, they were it for you. If they had asked you to follow them to the ends of the earth you would have done it no questions asked. It wasn’t a question of whether you would forgive them or not, it was a matter of if they did it again. So you thought of what you would say to them if you would consider giving them another chance.

A knock at the door woke you up from the nap you took on the couch. It was exhausting being in this situation but you get up and head to the door guard dogs walking behind you. It doesn’t surprise you to find Bucky standing there. Hair disheveled one hand in his pocket while the other held a bag. You look past him expecting to see Steve but he wasn’t there.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He said. “I Um- there is this little Italian restaurant in town and I thought you’d like it so I brought your favorite.” He holds up the bag.

Standing there staring at each other you’re considering if you should let him in. His eyes are full of love and regret. In that moment you know it’s now or never. You’ll hear him out that way at least you have the whole story and can make your decision based on that although it’s hard to try and be level headed in a situation like this. You open the door and step aside.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask. His eyes widened at your question. It’s the last thing he expected to hear, it seemed he was ready to run just in case you made the dogs chase him.

“Uhm, are you sure? I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. Really I just wanted to make sure you and the baby were ok. We shouldn’t have shown up like that it-“ You put your hand over his mouth to keep him from rambling any more.

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to but the offer stands.” You remove your hand and move so that he can walk in if he wants.

“And your dogs won’t attack me?” He asks as he takes a tentative step through the door.

“Are you afraid of dogs?” You tease.

“No,” he scoffs.

“They won’t do anything unless I tell them too.” Grabbing the bag from him you say loudly “You can come in too Steve.”

“How did you know?” He asks as he comes around the corner.

“I just did.” You shrug as you turn and head for the kitchen. Getting plates and cutlery both men grab the food and serve it before taking it to the table. The three of you sat in silence as you ate. It was slightly tense and a bit awkward. Your relationship had never been like this and it made you question whether it could be fixed or if you wanted to fix it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked after a while.

“No, sweetheart of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” Steve sighs and places a hand on the table for you to take, you hesitate for a moment but you place your hand on his. “I said things I never should have said and I certainly didn’t mean them. And I ruined the best thing in my life.”

“Then why did you leave? Neither of you would talk to me when I tried. It hurts that you did that, you know.” You look at both men as a frown forms on your lips.

“We know and there will never be enough words we could say or things we could do to show you how much we regret it.”

“Then why did you do it? Why shut me out.”

“I didn’t deserve you.” Bucky sighs. “That’s how I felt, after the argument with Steve I believed what he said. With everything I’ve done I felt like a burden. Then there you were in a flash right in front of me trying to make it better without even a second thought. You’re too good for me, for us.”

“No, I’m not.” You scoff. “You make it sound like I’m perfect.”

“I know but even when we were idiots and pushed you away, you were still taking care of us. I mean who does that? Who takes care of the person that hurt them. I don’t know if I could do that but you did. You’ve always been good to us and we let you down. I know you don’t trust us but we wanted to apologize for how we acted.” He gives you a sad smile.

“And you?” Looking at Steve, you give his hand a squeeze.

“I hurt both of you, so I thought that if I pushed you away and stepped back you and Bucky could be happy together. At first I didn’t know that Bucky left too. Out of the two of us I know I don’t deserve for you to even look in my direction. I just keep fucking up.”

“We really just wanted to make sure you’re ok. After what we put you through we’ll understand if you don’t want to see us anymore.”

“Well we can’t really be out of each other’s life if we really wanted to.”

“What do you mean?”

You place a hand on your belly. They both look at your movement and then back at you.

“But you said that neither of us was the father.” Bucky says, his voice shaky.

“I’m sorry, I was just so mad and I thought I could hurt you both just a fraction of how I felt. I’m just scared you’ll leave again. I would have to find a way to live with that, but how would I explain that to them?”

“Them?” Steve asks, confused before a look of realization crosses his features.

“Twins?” You nod as he moves from the seat across the table while Bucky, who was sitting next to you shifts closer. Bucky grabs the chair you're sitting in and turns it so that you can face them better. Steve kneels in front of you. They have tears in their eyes, both from the fact that they’re having kids and the fact that they haven’t been there for you. You grab their hands and place it on your belly waiting for movement. After a few seconds they feel a kick which earns a small gasp.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” Steve says under his breath before placing a kiss on your belly. Bucky moves his hand away as he sits back in his chair.

“Don’t do that, not right now.” You tell him.

“Do what?”

“Get in your head, shut down on us. I can practically hear your thoughts and before you say anything I know you’ll be a great dad.”

“That’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking about when you found out.”

“Oh. I um- I ended up on the medical floor because of the last mission I had been on, we got ambushed.”

“We know sweetheart, we spent all night outside that room. We only got a little bit of time before Tony and the others left to find the people that gave the order.”

“Yeah but I needed you.” You avert your eyes, remembering the heartbreak you felt when they weren’t there.

Bucky stood up and started pacing. “That’s why you left didn’t you, that was the last straw for you. You thought we didn’t care enough to check up on you while you were in the hospital.” He says to you before looking at Steve. “I knew one of us should have stayed.”

“Is this where it ends?” Bucky asks, sadness lacing the question.

The question caught you off guard, your breathe hitched in your throat as you avert your eyes. Your lower lip trembles because he knew you so well, really they both did and this was what made your choice so difficult. You had never thought of ending it really, they had become such an important part of your life it was difficult to distinguish who you really were and who you became for them. The last month at the tower had proved it.

He gives you a knowing look, he wants to say something but stops. Instead he gets closer and presses his forehead to yours

“I never deserved an ounce of love from you but you still gave me everything and you still are. I want you to know that you, Steve and these babies are the best things in my life. I am sorry that I turned my back on you. There is never a good reason but I was scared that you would realize you deserved someone that wasn’t broken like me.” He kisses your forehead then places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pats it.

Steve is still kneeling in front of you, this time when he grabs your hands you let him. Tears start falling from both of you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses each one, then lowering his head he places another kiss on your swollen belly.

“I get it. We don’t even deserve your forgiveness, at least I don’t if it weren’t for me neither of you would be heartbroken right now.”

“I did forgive both of you, I love you both so much. I just can’t be with you not right now.”

“Hey it’s ok. You don’t have to feel bad about your choice, you have to do what’s best for you. We love you so much even though we messed up. We were fucking idiots but know that no matter what happens there is no one else for us but you. We want to be in these babies' lives if you’ll let us.”

You nod not trusting your voice.

“You have our numbers right?”

“Yeah.”

“We decided to stay close by in case you need us. Just call ok no matter the time and no matter what you need us for.”

“Ok.”

He stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the door. You knew he was hesitating wanting to turn around and stay like he used to do when you were together and he had a mission. Then you heard the door open and close.

The following days were a bit of a blur, you were still surprised that you decided to be on your own. You needed time to find who you were without them and it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The love for them was still there that would never change but how you loved them did. With time maybe the three of you could start over again but for now you had two different Roger-Barnes to care for.

As a few weeks went by and your bump got bigger a new routine was set. Bucky, Steve, Nat and Clint all took turns coming to see you. Making sure you had what you needed. It was nice to have them around again, you could see that Steve and Bucky were trying their hardest to show you how important you were to them. Most of the time it was fine you accepted their help but there were days when the anger still showed up and you argued. They just stood there and took it, if it made you feel better at the end they could deal with you cursing at them for a few minutes. Before they left they always told you how much they loved you and that they couldn’t wait to hold the babies in their arms.

Steve and Bucky had tried to convince you to move back into the tower the closer you got to your due date but you were adamant that you wanted to stay in your new home. So they were concerned when you knocked on the apartment door at 3:00 am with Nat carrying your things, Bow and Arrow sitting at your feet. You were upset and when you saw them you launched yourself into their arms. While trying to soothe you they looked up at Nat waiting for an explanation.

“She had Braxton Hicks contractions and she freaked out that you weren’t close enough in case she went into actual labor. Then she started talking about the fact that the babies might have the super soldier serum in their blood and what if someone tried to kidnap them from the hospital. So we came home.” She whispered to Steve as she handed him your bags. She disappeared before Steve could say anything else.

Bucky had brought you into the shared room and helped you get comfortable, well as comfortable as you possibly could get. It was the first time the three of you were in the room that ended your relationship but you had been too tired from the trip to care. All you wanted was to rest and have them close and they couldn’t say no to you, not after everything.

It was a good thing that you came back when you did because just a few hours after you showed up you went into labor. It was painful and it felt like it took days. Bucky and Steve were at your side through all of it. The team was outside in the waiting room anxious to meet the new baby Avengers as they called the twins. They guessed names and who they would look like and at the end of all the waiting they got their answers.

Steve held your hand and wiped the sweat from your brow and when you finished pushing the doctor announced it was a girl. They let you see her first. Pile of blonde hair on her head. She had your nose and your eyes and his lips. The perfect mix of both of you. She was cleaned off and given to him to hold and she looked even smaller in his hands. Steve stood frozen in place looking down at his little girl, he held her close and whispered how much he loved her already. He looked up to see you looking at him and he started crying. Bucky walked over to him just to look at his little girl eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Before you knew it, you had to start pushing again. Bucky was at your side. He told you how proud he was and how strong you were. When it felt like too much for you he grabbed your hand and told you that you could do it. That it was almost done. Once you heard the cry the doctor announced yet again that it was another little girl. It surprised you to see the dark hair on her little head, you were certain she was Bucky’s and you were speechless. Bucky was scared to hold her, he said he was too damaged to hold something so innocent and precious but at your insistence he gave in. And just like Steve he couldn’t hold back his tears. They both stayed close by and when the doctors gave the ok they rushed to your bedside. Placing both little bundles in your arms and it was your turn to let the tears fall.

The next morning the doctor came to check in along with Bruce. He snuck in under the pretense of the lab results but he really just wanted to see the babies. With a small smile on his lips he congratulated you.

“Well you’ll be happy to know that both of them are healthy. Biologically speaking baby A is Steve’s and baby B is Bucky’s. It’s one of the rarest occurrences in the world; there have only been a handful of documented cases in which a woman has two children by different men at the same time.” He says as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What about the serum?” Steve asks, slightly nervous.

“I made sure to run the test twice to be sure. They both have the super soldier serum in their blood but half of what you both do. There are no anomalies though so there shouldn’t be any issues but I’m more than happy to check up on them in a few months.”

“Thank you Bruce.” You smile at him.

“Do you have the names picked out yet?”

“You aren’t going to win the bet.” Bucky speaks up from the couch he had been laying on.

“Fine, I guess I’ll find out with the rest of the team. They’re waiting outside. Should I let them in?”

“Yeah they can come in.” You say.

Nat and Clint are the first to come in, Sam, Tony, and Thor following close behind. Steve picks up one baby and Bucky picks up the other.

“We would like you to meet Natalia Rogers-Barnes.” Bucky says holding the little blond baby. Nat rushed over to grab her.

“And this is Rebecca Rogers-Barnes.” Steve says as Clint takes her from his hands.

Nat and Clint stand close together showing off the babies in their hands while Nat says something about teaching them everything she knows.

“Hey what’s with the names, was Samantha not good enough for you?” Sam chides playfully.

“Bucky picked Rebecca for his sister. Steve and I picked Natalia for our chosen sister.” You inform the group as you look at the redhead. She had the brightest smile on her face as she looked up at you.

“Yeah well, just remember what you promised me.” Clint says as he give Sam the baby.

They all took turns, they talked about what they would teach them and how they would be the best Avengers when they grew up. You argued at that, no child of yours would go out to a mission. Everyone laughed and joked and it felt good to be back home.

After a while it was just the five of you. As the babies slept they praised you, telling you how great you did. You knew right then that they were already wrapped around their tiny little fingers and you smiled. Bucky came to sit on the bed and you shuffled around some to give him space. You sat up a little and once he was comfortable you laid down against his chest, he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispers in your ear.

“For what?” You whisper back as Steve sits on the chair next to the bed.

“For everything.” Steve adds.

The three of you sat down and had a serious conversation about your relationship and the future. Slowly the relationship was rebuilt. It was new and you were stronger. You pushed back when you needed to, and made sure your voice was heard this time around. Steve and Bucky worked on better communication with each other and with you. It was more than just fixing the relationship for the sake of the girls, you had found real love with them. They had found the person that accepted them flaws and all and they realized their mistake when you had disappeared. It had only been five months but it was agonizing. The one person that brought joy to their lives was gone and they never wanted to feel that emptiness again especially now that they had the girls a.

It had been three years since the twins were born. The team was getting ready to celebrate their birthday Tony going all out like he always did even if it was a kids party. He insisted he needed to do it because he wanted to be the favorite uncle, so you let him. Especially this year you had 2 three year olds to get ready.

They ran out of their room with their matching outfits. Laughing and calling out for their daddies.

“Daddy look.” Little Nat says as she rounds into the living room.

“Oh look at our pretty girl.” Bucky crouches down to catch her as she jumps towards him.

“Me too daddy?” Becca asks, running close behind. Steve grabs her and peppers her little face with kisses making her giggle. You stand by the entrance to the living room recording their interactions.

“Yes you too, pretty girl.”

“Did you see daddy?” She asks, pointing at her shirt.

“Yeah it’s a pretty pink shirt baby. Just like Nattie’s.”

“No look.” The little girl puts her hands on Bucky’s face and moves it down.

“Sweet pea, where did you get this shirt?” Bucky asks. Steve then looks down at Becca's shirt trying to see if there's something wrong with it.

“Mommy got it. Do you like it daddy?” Their pink little shirt had two words on it: Big Sister.

“I love it.” Both men say in unison making the girls giggle before putting them down.

They rush over to you taking turns huggin and kissing you and asking you a million questions.

“You should know that I promised Clint that if I had a boy I would use his name.”

“We’ll have to think about that one.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

The girls played for a while with Bow and Arrow. You sat on the couch with Steve and Bucky at your side.

From time to time you thought about those 6 months you had been apart and how much had changed. Sitting there you remember the question Bucky had asked.

“Is there where it ends?”

You smile now that you know the answer to the question.

No, It’s a new beginning.

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Is this where it ends?

Pairing Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst mostly, Idiots Steve and Bucky.

A/N: I was going to do this as a one shot but I liked where this ended. Will for sure have a second part up soon. Not beta’d.

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Part 2

The impact of Steve’s words were lost on you initially. Walking into a shouting match was not what you expected to do at the end of the work day. But there you were standing in the doorway and stunned as your boyfriends yelled at each other. It was unlike anything you had seen in the year-long relationship between the three of you or in the year before they asked you out and it was just them. Of course there were arguments amongst the three of you. Three different personalities clashed from time to time. It was normal to have differences of opinion. So when Steve said he couldn’t do this anymore you thought he meant he didn’t want to argue anymore.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Bucky, baby what happened?” You took a tentative step and then another until you reached your boyfriend. He sat at the edge of the bed leaning forward with his arms resting on his thighs. He looked completely defeated. Kneeling in front of him you see that he’s trying to hold back tears. The dam breaks as you cup his cheeks, your thumbs catching the first few tears. The sobs coming from Bucky are heartbreaking and all you can do is try to comfort him before he gets up, wipes his eyes and says he needs some fresh air.

Neither of them came back to the apartment that night. The only thing replaying in your mind were the last words they spoke to each other.

“I can’t be your crutch for the rest of our lives. You have to learn how to deal with your issues yourself.” Steve shouted.

“I am learning how to deal with them. You always talk about how I never tell you anything and the moment I do this is how you react. Fuck you Steve.”

“Boys, what is going on?” Your question is left unanswered as they glare at each other.

“Fuck this, I can’t do this anymore.”

Steve walks out and you hear the door slamming shut. He didn’t even bother to look at you as he passed you.

It didn’t make sense, the previous day had been peaceful. The three of you had gone about your daily routine and out the door for work, training and mission briefings and now you lay in your king sized bed alone. Unable to sleep, you only caught the end of the fight and Steve’s words were hurtful. It was so out of character for him to lash out in that way to either of you. The only thing that came to mind that could have caused a fight was the recovery mission they had been on overnight. The way they spoke to each other was concerning but you were determined to fix it.

You went a week without seeing either of them. It turned out they both went on separate missions and neither bothered to tell you. Messages went unread and calls were left unanswered. Still you waited for at least one of them to come home but Nat was the one to tell you they each took one of the single rooms on different floors. Sending a sympathetic smile your way as she leaves your apartment within the Avengers towers. It was going on two weeks of silence so you went to look for answers, starting with Steve.

“Hi Steve.” He looks over his shoulder at you and turns back to the punching bag landing a hit. “Are you ok?”

Silence.

“Honey, please talk to me. I miss you. I just want to know what happened. How can I help fix it?”

“Y/N” he hasn’t used your name unless he is introducing you to someone. He catches the swinging bag and turns to look at you. Some of his hair sticks to his forehead, it takes a lot to make him sweat which meant he had been in the gym for a while. “I just need to be alone for a while, please understand.”

“That’s all I want is to understand. What you said to Bu-“

“It’s not your job to fix this.” He interrupts.

You nod. “Ok. If it’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He says and turns back towards the punching bag. Hitting it with such force that it rips. He doesn’t see the tears that spill. Thinking back to the argument between them, the full weight of his words hit you. Your heart starts to break the same way the punching bag had.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

He can’t mean that. Steve just needs some time and then you will fix this together. You think to yourself.

Finding Bucky was just as easy. When he needed time to think, or better yet not think, the library would become his hiding place. He claimed a corner next to a ceiling to floor window as his. He was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall with a book in his hand. Bucky’s eyes flick up for just a moment when he hears footsteps before returning to the book at hand.

“Hi Bucky.” You say quietly. He had dark circles, his hair was greasy and his eyes were bloodshot. He most likely was not sleeping and the thought of him not taking care of himself worried you.

“Can we talk?”

He shakes his head not even looking up at you.

“I just want to help fix this, what can I do baby?”

“There is nothing to fix.” He looked at you and he averted his eyes quickly as if he were ashamed of what had happened.

“You can’t mean that. Baby please. I miss you both so much.”

“I do, I’m sorry.” Is all he says as he stares out the window.

You left the library and made your way through the hallways feeling defeated. It seemed like the only one to want to work through this issue was you. They had given up and you had no idea why. They gave up their year and a half relationship and they gave up their one year relationship with you. It felt like everything you had been through meant nothing to them. You had given yourself to both of them and the relationship. You loved them so fiercely that no relationship before could come close, they were it for you. When thinking of the future it was them who you wanted to share it with. Yet it seems like it wasn’t enough. Your biggest fear once you started dating the super soldiers was that one day one of them wouldn’t come back from a mission. The thought of losing them was always painful and as difficult as it was you tried not to let that fear consume you when they were off on missions. It turns out that this was much worse, you’d still lost them but they were still within reach.

Mindlessly walking through the halls you bump into someone but instead of scolding you for not paying attention they pull you in and wipe away the tears. Tilting your head up you see Clint give you a small smile.

“Come on kid, let's get you upstairs.” He says as he ushers you into the elevator.

He keeps an arm around your shoulder and guides you to your apartment. Clint sits with you on the couch in silence only moving around to grab his phone and send a message. A few minutes later Nat comes in and sits beside you. Letting you cry against her shoulder as Clint held your hand. Nat and Clint were the first of the Avengers you had met. Nat was your best friend and Clint quickly became the older brother you never had. They looked out for you from the start so it was no surprise that they would help you through this.

It had been a month since you had tried to talk to them. You were constantly worrying about their well-being and that was enough for you to barely sleep or eat and when you did eat you barely managed to keep it down. The stress of the break up and all the planning for the mission you were needed on was taking its toll.

You had dabbled a little bit of extra concealer to hide the dark circles you had before the start of the mission briefing. If they hadn’t checked up on you in the last few weeks you wouldn’t let them see you like this. They would have to think you were moving on. But their indifference when you walked into the meeting room was chipping away at the sadness and it was making way for anger. They didn’t spare one glance your way, and they made sure to sit as far as possible from each other.

The meeting had lasted longer than necessary. Half of what was talked about had already been discussed. It didn’t make sense that half of the team was here since they weren’t going on the mission. Everyone stood quickly to make their way out of the conference room blocking the path for Steve, Bucky and yourself. You caught on to their plan faster than they thought you would and you caught Sam, who was in front of you, by the arm and forced him to face you. Guilt written all over his face.

“Don’t you dare think you’re going to lock us in here.” You seethed.

“It wasn’t even my idea.” He says quickly, putting his hands up in surrender.

Looking around the room you noticed the team had stayed in place. You weren’t one to be so angry so your tone caught their attention. Steve and Bucky kept their heads down standing close to the other door so that they could leave. Looking at their posture alone you knew they were tense. Shoulders squared away and jaws clenched. They are not who you want to be stuck in a room with at the moment.

“Why don’t you all mind your business and focus on preparing for the mission.” You snap before turning on your heel and leaving the room before they try anything else.

Tears threatened to spill but you were tired of crying over them. Up in your apartment you packed your bag for the mission. Trying to calm down and focus on what’s important before going down to the lab and double checking the equipment you would have to take along. With the checklist done and equipment packed there was nothing left to do but head to the jet along with Tony, Sam, Clint and Nat.

Everything that could have gone wrong with the mission did. The building should have been cleared before you walked in. Your job was to catalog and work with weapons that were left behind. There were rumors that alien technology was being used to create weapons but no one was sure until now. It was quick work with Tony helping but through comms Tony was called to help with an ambush. The last thing you hear through comms is everyone yelling for you to get out of the building.

You blink quickly and sit up as you try to focus on your surroundings. It’s quiet and clean, the smell of disinfectant burning your nose. The beeping of the machines around you confirmed what you knew, you were in a hospital room, hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y you relaxed when you realized you were at the tower. Laying back down, close your eyes and take a deep breath, as you hear the door open a small part hope it’s them you’ll see coming in to make sure you were ok. You can’t say you were disappointed again, not even coming close to death would they put their pride aside and make sure you were ok.

The doctor went over everything with you.This would be the turning point for you. A shift in focus, not more holding out of hope that they would return to you. They would not be your priority anymore.

That night when Clint came in to check on you, you told him you wanted to be done with the job. Explaining that you wanted a small home somewhere quiet and secluded to recover and you wanted as little people to know as possible. Clint agreed and left to help make arrangements. When you were discharged Nat helped you up to your apartment and got you changed.

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” She asked.

“No, I'd rather be alone. I'll probably take a nap.” You say as you shift in bed to try and get comfortable.

“Ok, I’ll be close by so just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. To get me.” Nat places a kiss on your forehead and heads out.

It took Clint about a week to get everything set up for you. In that time you had hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y. and any other system your information was on and set up your own program so that it would delete all information about it when the time came to leave. You finished out the week packing everything you would need and setting up burner phones for emergencies.

“You’re sure about this kid?” Clint asks as he grabs your luggage and places it in the trunk of the car while you get settled in the passenger’s seat. He quickly gets into the driver’s seat. It’s an old car with no GPS system to be tracked, it’s safer this way less of a chance of someone on the team finding you and trying to bring you back.

“Yeah I’m sure. I need some peace and I won’t be able to get it if I know they’re just a couple of floors away. Being in the hospital alone just showed me it’s really over.”

“There is always a chance that it isn’t. They have a right to-“

“No they don’t, they gave up the right to know anything about me weeks ago. I was the idiot hanging on to this non-existent relationship.” You take a deep breath.“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you, I'm just so exhausted.”

“It’s ok, I get it.” Clint grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Just know that Nat and I decided that anytime we have to spar with them we’re gonna kick their asses.”

You giggle and look over at your friend. “Thank you for all of this Clint. I don’t know what I would do with you and Nat.”

“Don’t worry about it kid.”

“Does Nat know the location?”

“Yup, her and Laura are the only ones just in case there is an emergency and I can’t make it to you. Now go on and get some sleep. It's a long drive.”

The rest of the trip went by quickly, switching with Clint so that he could sleep. Getting to your destination you were pleasantly surprised at the home Clint had been able to find for you in such short notice. It was a rancher style home with a wrap around porch. It was perfect and you would never be able to thank Clint enough for his help. He grabs the suitcases and starts towards the house.

“It’s amazing.”

“It’s also fully furnished. All you have to worry about is getting groceries but I had some brought in for you.” He says as he opens the door with you following right behind. He gives you a quick tour, showing you the master bedroom with an en-suite and three guest rooms as well as another bathroom. Both the kitchen and the living room are spacious. The windows were big which let in a lot of natural light. The living room had a fireplace that was ready to use if you’d like. Clint led you to the sliding doors that would allow you access to the back yard.

“Listen I got one, well two more things for you. Since you’re going to be here alone I thought it would be good to have extra protection aside from the alarm system you set up.” He says before opening the door.

There in the middle of the yard were two German Shepherds. Their ears perked up at the sound of the door sliding open and they immediately rushed to greet you both.

“This is Bow and Arrow. They’re highly trained guard dogs. A buddy of mine did the training himself. He gave me a list of commands and we can go over them tomorrow as well. Seems like you won’t have a problem with them liking you though.”

While he talked both dogs began to sniff you. Brushing their heads against your hands so that you would pet them and jumping up and putting their paws on you to lick your face.

“You’re sure these are guard dogs? They are way too friendly.”

“Well when you told me you wanted to move I contacted my friend and I sent him some shirts with your scent on it so the dogs would be familiar with it since we didn’t have the normal introduction period he likes.”

The rest of the night was spent getting used to the new house and updating the alarm system with your own program. Bow and Arrow keeping you company constantly. Clint and you shared dinner and you each went to bed exhausted by the trip. As expected the dogs followed you into your room and you had brought their dog beds in with you so they would at least be comfortable.

Early next morning you shared breakfast with Clint and he was gone with the promise that Laura would be by to check in on you. This was it, just you alone with Bow and Arrow.

Steve regretted the words as soon as he said them. They left a bad taste in his mouth and would rather face a thousand armies than to see the hurt in Bucky’s eyes. He didn’t mean any of them and he was already trying to think of what to say when Bucky spoke and he would have preferred to be punched by the Hulk. than to hear him have to defend himself when it wasn’t necessary. But when he heard you ask what was going on he couldn’t bring himself to face you. Steve knew what you would say, but this was his problem to fix and he wouldn’t drag you into the middle of it. He only meant to be gone for a night or two and then come back to fix what he had broken with Bucky. The only thing that kept him at peace was that at least Bucky has you.

The next morning he jumped at the chance to go on a week-long mission. Thinking that maybe during the down time he could come up with a plan on how to fix it. He had no idea that Bucky also left on his own mission. The guilt was eating away at him by the time he got back. Missed calls and messages from you checking in and asking if the three of you could talk. He went into one of the single rooms usually reserved for overnight guests and he tried to hold back the tears but when a new message from you popped up on his screen he couldn’t stop himself. He knew he fucked up and he thought he wasn’t worth forgiveness. He kept tabs on the loves of his life through F.R.I.D.A.Y and after hearing that neither of you were really taking care of yourselves and that Bucky had also left the apartment the guilt kept him away which only made things worse.

He was slightly startled when he heard your voice for the first time in two weeks. God how he wanted to have you in his arms, but he didn’t deserve it. He had ruined the relationship and after being away for two weeks he thought it would be better to let you and Bucky have a life together once Bucky decided to go back to the apartment. He pushed you away thinking it was the best thing to do. He heard you cry and as soon as the doors to the gym were closed he fell to his knees as his own tears fell.

He wasn’t sure how the fight started but the way it ended left Bucky reeling. He had ruined the relationship with his problems. He didn’t deserve the chance to be out free and he definitely didn’t deserve the love of two people. His worst fears were confirmed when Steve said what he said. In all honesty Bucky was trying to be better. To not allow the things hydra did to him hold him back anymore. He had a real shot at happiness with you and Steve but in the back of his mind there was always that little voice saying he was undeserving of all the good things in this life. So it was all too much for him to handle when Steve walked out and you appeared in front of him ready to comfort him and fix whatever the problem was. You had been their saving grace so seeing you kneeling in front of him wiping away tears and cleaning up Steve’s mess had pushed him into the abyss of self doubt. He didn’t deserve you and he didn’t deserve Steve so he thought he would back away from the relationship and let you and Steve have a normal relationship, one that wouldn’t include dealing with his issues.

He left the apartment that night and disappeared into the library. The next morning brought the opportunity to go on a mission and he took it. Some time away would give him the chance to think of how to tell you it was over. However seeing the missed calls and texts you had sent him telling him you were worried and that you missed him gave him pause. If he showed up at the apartment you would find the way to convince him he was good enough, which he knew he wasn’t. Not for your love and if there was one thing Bucky knew was that you deserved better. So he took one of the empty rooms and stayed there instead, giving Steve the chance to go back to the apartment and to the only good he knew now, you.

You knew him so well and it didn’t surprise him when you showed up at the library looking for him. What broke his heart more, if that were even possible, was your bloodshot eyes and the way you were playing with the hem of your shirt. You only did that when you were nervous. Bucky tried to keep his eyes on anything but you especially when he heard your voice, you already sounded defeated and it was at that moment he realized Steve had left you too. But he wouldn’t subject you to having to deal with him. Bucky believed Steve was the better choice for you so he pushed you away. Once you had left he couldn’t control the tears.

It had been a month since you spoke to either of them. The guilt was eating away at them as they discreetly checked on you. They passed by the lab you normally worked in to see if you were there. It wasn’t hard to listen to the conversations Nat and Clint had about you. Steve and Bucky could feel nothing but shame and regret for pushing you away, especially after they had come back from their separate missions and found some of their favorite things in the rooms they were using. They knew it was your doing, it was always you taking care of them. They had fought with each other but somehow the only causality of this fight was you.

The team already knew something was wrong when none of you showed up to dinner together that night or the next. After a few days they knew there was something really wrong so they took it upon themselves to make it right. Nat, Clint and Sam were the only ones to say it was a bad idea to try to lock you in the conference room so that you could talk it out but the rest of the team didn’t want to listen. So when you snapped at the team everyone was left speechless. Steve and Bucky wanted to run after you and beg you to forgive them for having pushed you to the side but they didn't.

Steve was in his room drawing, while Bucky was in the gym when they heard about their worst fear had come true, you had been hurt. They rushed to the hospital floor of the tower to wait and hear any news. Although they had managed to steer clear of each other for the last month, they had no choice but to face each other for your sake. Neither of them spoke for hours as they waited by your hospital room for news on your condition but all the bottled up emotions were starting to rise to the top.

“She’ll be ok, you know our girl is a fighter.” Bucky was the first to speak, having moved to sit next to Steve. He grabbed Steve’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I know Buck. I just can’t help thinking about the possibility of losing her. She would have doubted that I loved her.”

“We both pushed her away. Y/N must be doubting both of our love for her.”

“I should have never said those things, I didn’t mean them. I love you so much and I am so sorry. You and Y/N are everything to me, I was so stupid I ruined it.” Steve says in a rush thinking this might be his only chance to apologize.

“You’re right though, I need to get a better handle on my problems. I shouldn’t have been in a relationship at all.’

Steve takes Bucky’s face between his hands and looks him in the eye. “Listen to me, you deserve all of the good in the world. I was wrong for what I said. You don’t have to or need to do this alone. You have me and you always will. I got scared and I know it’s a stupid excuse and I don’t even deserve your forgiveness but if you chose to have me back in your life I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Bucky pulls away from Steve’s touch. “I um- I have to think about it. But maybe if we start talking again? I miss you both so much.”

“Yeah, I‘ll do whatever you want. I miss you too.”

There was at least some peace between the men after they found a starting point to mend their relationship. Now their only worry was whether you would forgive and accept them back into your life. The weeks of little to no sleep seemed to have caught up with them as they found a dreamless sleep in the waiting area. They woke up to any sound coming from your room before one of the nurses told them they could go in but that you were asleep.

“How is she doing? She isn’t going to need surgery or something like that right?” Bucky asks.

The nurse looks at the tablet in her hand before looking up at the men before her. “I’m sorry Sergeant, Captain, but you aren’t allowed to receive patient information.” She informs them.

“We are her emergency contacts, we have access to her medical records.” Steve says getting irritated.

“Again I’m sorry but as of this morning you have been removed from having access to any of Ms. Y/L/N’s medical information. You can go in if you want but I can’t give you anything beyond the fact that she is stable at the moment.” She turns and leaves the men standing at the door to your room.

“It’s the least we deserve and at least she’s stable.” Steve says to Bucky before walking into your room. They stood on either side of your bed, Steve grabbing your hand while Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead. They took in the cuts and bruises that painted your skin. Anger building in both of them, mostly at themselves they were both asked to be part of the mission but said no. If they would have gone you would be safe in your bed and not down on the medical floor.

Bucky and Steve stayed with you for some time during the night before they were called away to finish the mission and find the people that had hurt you. If it weren’t for the fact that others on the team were already on missions or hurt one of them would have stayed behind but they didn’t have the luxury. They wouldn’t have thought that you would awake just a few minutes after they left your room in pain but not the physical kind. You thought this would have made them come find you and at least have them close one more time but you were under the assumption that they wanted nothing to do with you any more so you left.

Once they came back from hunting down the bastards that hurt their girl, they went up to the apartment. Their hearts broke again when they saw that all of your things were gone but panic set in when they asked F.R.I.D.A.Y where you were and the AI returned an answer they didn’t like ‘no information found for Y/N’.

“What the fuck does that even mean no information found?”

“I don’t know but we should ask Stark. It's his system.” Bucky replied.

Both men rushed out of the apartment and down to Tony’s lab. He’s sitting at one of his tables tinkering away at another suit.

“Tony, something is wrong with F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Just because you don’t know how to use the A.I. doesn’t mean there is something wrong with her.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, ask her yourself where Y/N is.” Bucky says.

“Did you try checking her apartment? She’s supposed to be resting.”

“Yes We did. None of her things are there. She didn’t leave a note or anything.” Steve says as he crosses his arms.

“Fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y where is Y/N?”

“No information found for Y/N.” The A.I states.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull the personnel file for Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No information found for Y/N Y/L/N.” Tony pushes himself in his chair and stops in front of a screen and starts typing away.

“You see, either F.R.I.D.A.Y isn’t working or something else is going on.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y is working just fine, Rogers. Something else must have happened so that Y/N information doesn’t show up. I’ll work on it and when I find out I’ll let you both know. Now get out.”

“When?” Bucky glares at the genius.

“When I figure it out, robocop. Now get out so that I can work without distractions.”

Steve has to drag Bucky out after he decided he would sit in a corner of the lab until Tony had answers. Tony spent three days looking into the A.I’s programming and coming up empty. The news wasn’t as shocking as they expected and soon Steve suggested that maybe you had written a program of your own to overwrite any of your own information.

“No way capsicle. I would have found that in the coding.”

“She’s smarter than you. She could have hidden it from you.”

“She’s not that smart Barnes, she dated the two biggest idiots in the tower.”

“Stark don’t” Steve warns.

“What? It’s true, you two idiots don’t even deserve her forgiveness. I can understand you two having a falling out but you turned your backs on her. She gave you a chance and I bet you didn’t even know that at the beginning some of the other technicians started spreading rumors about her. Calling Y/N the tower’s slut or the Avenger’s whore.”

Both Steve and Bucky’s head snap up as they stare at Tony. You never told them that and if they knew they would have put an end to it.

“She was on the verge of quitting when I found out. She begged me not to tell you so I respected her wishes. She ignored them because she loved you and you couldn’t even put aside your differences with each other to make sure she was ok.”

“We had no idea.” Bucky’s voice is small as he thinks back to the beginning of your relationship and those bad days you said you’d had.

“You know what, maybe she did reprogram F.R.I.D.A.Y so that I couldn’t find anything about her and if that’s true then you won’t get anything from me. She left for a reason.” Tony says and quickly exits the living room.

They spent days doing nothing but going over everything in the apartment. Looking through notebooks you left behind and your drawers trying to find any sort of hint but there was nothing. The only other people they could ask weren’t there. Nat was on a two week long mission the minute she was allowed to go back to work and Clint was off with his family. When they finally came back they denied knowing what had happened. Steve and Bucky however knew they were keeping something from them. You being missing should have had them just as worried but they were way too calm. So they decided to keep tabs on them hoping they would let something slip about your location.

Bucky and Steve began to fix their relationship until they decided to move back into their apartment together while continuing their search for you. That’s how they spent the next 4 months. Until Tony took pity on the super soldiers and agreed to run a facial recognition program on all cameras available to try and find something.

After a month they got a hit.

[that-one-gay-girl]

Names (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

Summary: You and Steve name your twin babies and you choose two very special, meaningful names.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Just to be safe I am going to say this is slightly AU, please do not come after me Marvel gatekeepers. Also, it is Dad!Steve. Need I say more than that?

Length: 567 words

A/N: Okay, last Steve fic I had sitting in my drafts, I promise! Just felt like writing something cute and really fluffy today because my mental health went into the bin this weekend.

“I can’t believe they’re actually here,” Steve murmured softly. 

He gazed down lovingly into the sweet little face of his tiny, newborn daughter.

From the moment she’d entered the world, he refused to let her out of his arms.

“I can’t believe it either,” You agreed, letting out a sigh of content. Your son, who had arrived not too long after his sister, was sleeping soundly on your chest. You lifted your hand and very delicately brushed your fingertips through his tufts of soft, dark blonde hair. Although you were told that they weren’t identical twins, both babies shared the same, dark blonde haired trait. You looked forward to discovering what other traits your children would share—although Steve had expressed on more than one occasion that he wanted them to look like you, you secretly hoped that they would take more after him instead. You smiled at the thought of your two babies inheriting his cerulean blue eyes. “They’re perfect, Steve. They’re both absolutely perfect.”

Steve leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips lingering against yours. 

Your heart had never felt so incredibly warm and full. “I love you too.”

As he kissed you again, the door to your delivery ward opened, startling you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” a female nurse apologized as she walked into your ward.

“It’s quite alright,” Steve assured her, drawing himself back up to full height. 

“Are we going to be discharged from the facility soon?” You asked her, eagerly. 

She nodded, holding up the data pad in her hand. “Yes, but first, we need to get some more information to finish filling out birth records for the babies.” 

You and Steve glanced at each other. 

“Names,” You realized with a gasp. “Steve, we haven’t given them names yet!”

He frowned, glancing at the nurse. “I’m sorry, could we have some more time?”

The nurse chuckled. “Not to worry, Captain. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Steve sat down on the bed beside you as she disappeared from your ward.

His movement caused your baby girl to fuss, but he effortlessly soothed her with  a gentle rocking of his strong arms and a few loving words. “It’s alright,” he cooed, “I’ve got you, my little girl. It’s alright, Papa’s got you.”

Your heart swelled with pure joy. 

There was never a doubt in your mind that Steve would be an amazing father.

“So,” You broke the lingering silence. “Do you have any names in mind?”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Well, I have an idea for our daughter.”

“What is it?”

“Sarah.”

“Sarah,” You repeated the name and smiled. Naming the baby after his mother seemed like the perfect idea. “I like it, Steve. I love it, actually.”

Steve seemed slightly surprised by your positive reaction. “Really? You do?”

“Of course. It’s a beautiful and classic name.”

“Okay. And what about for our boy?”

You lightly touched your son’s back as you quietly thought it over in your mind.

It didn’t take long before you realized that your choice was the obvious one.

“We should name him after you,” You decided, confidently. “Grant.”

Steve’s blue eyes instantly filled with pride. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” You nodded, grinning. “I think Grant suits our son very well.”

“It’s settled then.” Steve’s grin matched your own. “Welcome to the world, Sarah and Grant Rogers.”

[that-one-gay-girl]

so much sunshine

requested: -how about, for a request, just some domestic fluff with Chris x reader and the family you have for them with all the kids? - hi rae! could you pretty please write some more dad!chris with the big boston family? im so in love with those kids! - For requesting, could I please ask for more Dad Chris? With the big family or your age gap fic. Thank you ❤️

a/n: please let it be known that i would never in a million years want five kids, but something about the idea of having them with chris makes me absolutely feral 🥴

warnings: extreme fluff, extreme chaos with children, mom!reader and dad!chris, yall have 5 kids lmao (calum-7, sydney-6, twins-3, nadia-<1)

no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!

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Clear, bright, early morning sunlight peeks through the skylight windows of the bedroom, waking you slowly. You turn over to hopefully find your husband beside you, but when you do, you find more occupants of your bed than expected. 

Chris is sitting up against the headboard with nine month old Nadia sitting on his spacious, fuzzy, tattooed chest. They’re babbling quietly to each other and Chris is playing with her chunky little toes. The sound of their quiet laughter makes your heart melt.

Additionally, in the limited space between you and Chris lies the younger and slightly smaller of your almost four year old twins, Adrian, who’s ditched the shirt of his pyjama set, snoring soundly, and using his dad’s bicep as a pillow.

And finally, your gaze finds Dodger at the foot of the bed, resting his perfect, little head on Chris’ feet, and his tail starts to wag when you look at him. 

Your heart couldn’t be fuller. 

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[that-one-gay-girl]

So Confused

word count: 1433

pairing: dad!steve rogers x wife!reader x sarah rogers

summary: steve and sarah get you a gift yet your husband is a bit confused as to what it is.

a/n: this is a birthday gift to myself hehe. i meant to get this out earlier but life happened lol.

please excuse mistakes this was written on mobile. the writing is very straight forward because i am tireddd.

For days on end Steve had been on mission. Not one for the Avengers, but rather for personal reasons per se. He was on the hunt for the perfect birthday gift for you. In the past he had always had no trouble but that was during the honeymoon phase and felt it was about time to step up his game, ever since your daughter had been born, that is. This year he has absolutely no clue what to get, but luckily he could enlist the help of his mini me who had the perfect gift in mind.

The two of them had snuck out this morning while you were still sleeping. Unfortunately they had to wait until the day of your birthday to get your gift because in the past you’ve had a knack for unintentionally finding the hidden presents.

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“Are you sure this is it, little doll?” Steve and Sarah were standing in the middle of the home appliance store looking thoroughly confused by a cardboard box. The man’s hands were on his hips while his daughter mimicked the action.

“I’m sure, Daddy!” Sarah went to go wrap her arms around the large box since it was at her level, but it was heavier than she had intended it to be and instead looked up to her dad for help. He easily scooped it up as if it were a piece of paper.

“Well, if you are sure this is it, what is it for?” In one hand Steve held the white and green cardboard box and rested it against his waist while the other hand held Sarah’s hand to keep her close. As they walked to the checkout line, Steve’s eyes scanned over the big bold letters on the box that read “Roomba.”

“Silly Daddy! It’s a rowbot vacooooom.” The smaller blonde giggled at her dad’s confused face and he moved his gaze to look down at her with a goofy smile.

“Next!” The cashier called them next in line and Sarah broke away from her dad to run up to the lady and greeted her while Steve followed suit.

Mumbling under his breath he picked up his pace, “Wow, times really are changing.”

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!” Two lovely voices awoke you and a little girl jumped on the bed to snuggle up as a larger man sat beside you on the edge.

You greeted them both in return with a kiss to their cheeks before Sarah was readily sitting criss cross in your lap. Her tiny hand gave you a white envelope that had been colored in almost every color crayon you can imagine. In the child’s best handwriting, written in squiggly letters was your name along with a disproportionate heart that made you giggle. It was the kind of artwork that a parent valued because it was their child’s and not since it looked like Davinci’s art, heavens knew it was anything but that.

Opening the card made your heart melt as you read the wording in the card, ones in Steve’s expert cursive but Sarah’s own words. Steve’s handwriting was so elegant and old fashioned. You loved when he wrote anything for you, whether that be a note telling the dishes were clean or a letter he sent when off for work.

A tiny tear pricked at the corner of your eye for Sarah’s letter was so sweet and endearing, especially for such a young girl. You couldn’t have gotten a better kid. With much love, you pulled her into your arms and pressed messy kisses that tossed up her hair and made her laugh.

Next, Steve crawled into the bed a bit more when you scooted over for him. He handed you his own card that was, in fact, a letter written on fancy cream stationery with gold foil. It accented the jet black ink of the pen and the smooth strokes that came from Steve’s penmanship.

In his letter were words of appreciation to you for being the loving woman, wife and mother you were. You could tell it was straight from his heart. Steve was always so genuine and you loved him ever so for that.

Not even a second after you put the letter down and pecked Steve’s lips was Sarah excitedly clapping her hands.

“Momma! We got you a present!”

You cocked your head like an intrigued puppy.

“Oh really? What did you get, baby?”

She shook her head, “That’s not how it works, silly goose! Daddy has to get the gift and then you can open it!” Her words didn’t hold any malice or demand, just lots of excitement for giving a gift, that she knew was perfect, to her mom.

Steve quickly got up and returned in no time to your bedroom and placed a huge box wrapped in unicorn paper (Sarah’s doing) in your lap as your daughter had moved to the side.

She watched with much interest as you opened the paper slowly and your jaw dropped when you saw the box. Sarah was relieved to see your reaction.

Inside your box, it was a robot vacuum, something you had been dying to get as there was just not enough time to clean the house by yourself. Even with Steve and Sarah’s help, it was a constant struggle and this little device would help quite a bit.

You let out an excited squeal yourself, something that Sarah often did, and you launched yourself at Steve who was now standing at the bedside.

“Oh Steve! Thank you! I love you so much, I will literally have your babies. You surely know a way into my heart.” A million kisses were placed on his lips and he shook his head before you continued to shower him in affection. Actually, Steve was struggling really hard to not laugh and get the words of truth out.

“It wasn’t all me, sweetheart. It was really your daughter!”

You turned to your daughter and goofily ran over to her with open arms. Scooping her up off the bed you sound around with her in your arms.

Setting down Sarah, you returned back to Steve.

“You must think I’m so crazy, getting excited over a vacuum. God, I’m getting so old.” You made a sound of disgust towards the end and Steve laughed.

“If anyone in this house is old, it’s me. (Y/n) I don’t even know what this thing really does.” Steve widened his eyes for extra effect and you were shocked that he didn’t know. After all, he worked with technology far more advanced than this yet a cell phone could stomp him. He was such an old man and you never stopped teasing him about it. You were relentless with your jokes but Steve enjoyed them nonetheless.

“Oh, well, it’s a vacuum that goes around the house on its own. Y’a know so we don’t have to spend an hour every day doing it ourselves.”

He opened his mouth in awe while you both watched Sarah unpack the box.

“Ma would love this. I remember how bad she wanted a vacuum, just a simple one cost more than our grocery spendings.”

You intently listened to Steve’s short story of how his father had saved up to get his mom a vacuum for her birthday and you smiled at the irony of the recollection. Here their son was, doing almost the same thing for his own wife.

“Times have changed so much, darling, and I’m so glad I have you here to help,” Steve unwrapped his arm from your waist and instead turned to place his hands on your face.

“You are always so patient with me, I just love you so much.” With that, your husband kissed you slowly and for what seemed like minutes. That was until Sarah started to noisily take the styrofoam from that box that you both pulled away and turned to her.

She was awfully excited over the vacuum herself and you found it hilarious. Sarah caught you both glancing at her and waved you over to help with the styrofoam that was crumbling and looking like snow on the bedspread. No one wants to do laundry, let alone on their birthday so you both rushed over to prevent the mess from growing.

After setting up the device, you taught Steve how to work the vacuum from his cell phone, Sarah scrambled through a list of names and you found loads of entertainment in both of them. They were quite the pair and you were so glad to have them in your life, especially on your birthday