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Help
Dear LGBTQIA+ Community,
Please help. 
I’m currently working on a fantasy novel and want to include a plethora of representation, but alas, I am a straight and need help as to what this accurate representation should look like. My queer characters currently include: 1 Demisexual Main character, 2 gay dadsTM, 1 Non-binary orphan, 1 lesbian sister, 1 bisexual sister-in-law, 1 Trans princess(seriously, I know several trans men, but exactly 0 trans women. Im starting to think they’re unicorns), 1 asexual Mentor, and 1 Closet-Gay hobgoblin. Also, not sure what sexuality this falls under, but non-b orphan and trans princess are endgame. 
If you are comfortable with sharing your experiences with me, I would be eternally in your debt and I will name my house plants after you.
Sincerely, 
                 an unfortunately straight writer.
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Test of Time Part 4
Previous Chapter
Warnings: Slight Spice, fluff, mentions of Winter Soldier
Bucky Barnes x Y/n Odindottir
The next morning, though still groggy from your lack of sleep, you woke early enough to have breakfast made when Bucky woke to check on the sheep. After making coffee, and taking a moment to savour a few sips, you started on omelettes. As you gathered the ingredients, you thought back to a time, when in an attempt to hide from your brothers’ bickering, you found the kitchens and they’d become your favourite place. 
You had just flipped the last omelette from the skilet when the one armed super soldier appeared behind you, reaching over your shoulder to the cabinet that contained the coffee mugs. 
“Morning, Sunshine,” you smiled at him. He only yawned in response, before turning to the coffee pot. You studied the dark circles under his eyes. “Did you get any sleep last night?” You asked, genuine concern laced through your voice. 
“No.” His voice was deeper than usual, a testament to the amount of sleep he’d gotten.
“Was it the nightmares again? You should have come gotten me. I could’ve-” He cut off your ramblings. 
“It’s fine, Y/n.” His face turned red, not an angry red, like Tony, but an embarrased red. Your hands found their way to his chest, where you fiddled with the piece of fabric that covered his left shoulder. 
“You don’t have to be embarrased about your nightmares, Buck. I get them too. And I’m the goddess of war.” His eyes studied you deeply, a blush creeping onto your own cheeks. 
“It wasn’t the nightmares, Y/n.” He said, his face going even redder as he leaned closer to your ear, whispering, “What was it they said? ‘Daddy’s girl’? Or was it ‘Daddy’s doll’?” 
And suddenly your face was hot, your eyes widened in shock, suddenly remembering what you had been wearing when you went into his room last night. He chuckled at your reaction, setting his barely touched coffee on the table.
“I’m going to check on the sheep. I’ll be back,” and with that, he walked out the front door, leaving you a mess of feelings, confusion, and embarrasment. 
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It was an hour and a half before he came back. 
“Hey, Doll.” That nickname that once again sent butterflies to your stomach. 
“Bucky.” you acknowledged his exsistance without looking up from your book.
“Look, I wanted to apologize for this morning-” You cut him off.
“It’s fine Buck. I really should have put on pants before I ran into your room.” 
“You were concerned about a friend. You acted quickly. I Just- God you’re beautiful.” You chuckled, standing from your position on the couch, “Well, I am a goddess.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, joining your hands at his nape. He smiled. 
“You’re amazing, Doll. I don’t know why I didn’t snatch you up in the 40s.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his hand on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. 
“Is this you snatching me up now, James?” You couldn’t stop the smile, or the blush crawling onto your features. 
A knock on the door caused the two of you to break eye-contact and quickly push apart. “Come in.” You both coughed, an awkward silence now filling the house. 
“Sergeant Barnes. It is time.” A member of the Dora appeared in the doorway, a stern look on her features. 
“It’s Bucky.” He corrected, “And time for what?” 
“To start removing the Winter Soldier from your head.” 
“I thought Shuri was helping him?” You questioned, unsure of the new person. Your life spent sorting genuine people from the fakes who wanted your title and power making you wary. 
“The princess,” she emphasized, “Had other duties to attend today. She sent me with the knowledge needed to help.” Bucky sighed, looking to you. 
“This is the whole reason I came here. To get rid of... him. I can’t- I can’t commit to you knowing that he could come back. I want you- I want to be yours, to snatch you up like I should have back then, but if someone were to say those words, and I hurt you-” 
“I understand, Buck. I’ve waited this long. I can wait till you’re ready. But don’t you dare for a second believe that I won’t still help you, and fight for you, and do everything in my power to make you feel like you again.” You kissed his cheek, a blush on your cheeks. 
“I’ll see you later, Doll.” and with that, he followed the Wakandan warrior out the door. 
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Test of Time Part 3
Previous Chapter
A/N: Sorry this one took so long, I was almost done with it before someone shut my laptop without this having been saved and I lost all progress. 
Warnings: Cursing, fluff?, mention of death, almost nudity, Bucky’s PTSD(if you read between the lines)
Bucky Barnes x Y/n Odindottir
By the end of the battle with Tony and the others, you had managed to successfully avoid going head to head with your best friend several times before watching her run to the aid of Steve and Bucky. It pained you to watch him leave when you’d just found him, but you knew you had to in order for him to succeed. 
You scoffed at Tony’s attempt to put cuffs on you. 
“You Asgardians just don’t know how to stay out of trouble do you?” He asked, tightening the cuffs a little tighter than they should have been. He was pissed, and worried about Rhodes, understandably. 
“He’s innocent, Tony. He didn’t do anything.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you guys broke the rules. They were simple, Y/n. and you still ignored them,” 
“What would you have done, Stark?” He didn’t answer as you were shoved into the back of a high security transport vehicle, right next to Sam. 
“Don’t worry Y/n. I’m sure they’re half way there already. They’ll come out on top, just like they always do.” Sam reassured you, sending a glare in Tony’s direction. You held you’re head high, the way you’d seen Loki do when he stood trial for New York. An agent shut the doors, and you felt the vehicle begin moving. 
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You spent three days in lock up before Steve showed up to free you and you all went your separate ways. 
“Tell me where he is.” You demanded of the super soldier. 
“He’s in Wakanda. T’challa agreed to help rid him of the winter soldier.” You didn’t stick around for any more explanation, instead calling on your most convenient form of travel. 
“Heimdall! Take me to Wakanda!” 
Appearing in the middle of a heavily shielded country in a blast of rainbow light didn’t exactly earn you subtlety, but it did gain you an audience with the king, just the man you needed to talk to. 
“I wish to see Bucky Barnes.” You gave a shallow bow to the king before speaking your request. 
“You’re friend awaits in my sister’s lab.” T’challa stood to lead the way. Upon reaching the lab, you instantly saw the gleam of a metal shoulder, the arm that should have been attached ripped away. 
“Y/n! You’re okay! I thought-” as soon as he saw you, Bucky was up, running to you. 
“I’m fine, Buck. Steve rescued us from the pit. Are you okay? What happened to you, your arm?” You fussed over him the same way you had in the 40′s when he’d come back from a battle cut up and bruised. 
“It’s a long story I’d rather not get into right now. But you, you’re a god? Why didn’t you tell us?” He put his hand on your shoulder, his thumb grazing the base of your neck. 
“I didn’t think you’d understand. besides, you guys had enough to deal with without your friend being a goddess. That’s why I was there. I’m-” He cut you off. 
“Still as beautiful as the day you left.” his voice grew soft, “God, I missed you so much, Doll.” There it was. That nickname that had made butterflies in your stomach since day one. He pulled you into another hug, as tight as he could make it with only one arm, and you knew you were home. 
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Within a few days, T’challa had given the two of you a small two bedroom farm house and a few sheep to tend. The first day was great, you helped Bucky with the sheep before putting your room the way you wanted it, with pictures you’d taken over the last year hanging above your bed, and a painting done of Thor, Loki, and yourself when you were younger framed on your bedside table. 
That night, however was not as smooth. You’d gone to bed at a reasonable time, planning to wake early in the morning to prepare breakfast. Around midnight, you awoke to a scream and a thud. You threw yourself out of bed and rushed to Bucky’s room, knowing that the sound had come from there, not even bothering to put shorts on with the long, over sized, t-shirt and boy-shorts you’d worn to bed. 
“Bucky?” You knocked gently on the door, no answer. “Buck, is everything okay?” Still no answer. Growing ever more worried at the lack of response, you were about to knock again when the sound of shattering glass reverberated from the room. You shoved the door open and ran in to find that Bucky, who was laying in the floor, had become tangled in a lamp cord, pulled said lamp off the table, and was now struggling against the bonds of the tangled cord. 
You ran to the soldier, repeating his name to try to wake him
“Bucky, Bucky wake up, everything is okay, wake up,” you coaxed as you quickly realized he was having a nightmare. You said his name again, this time laying a gentle hand on his flesh shoulder. 
You squeaked when he suddenly sat up, bolt straight and his metal shoulder flexed as if trying to grab at something. 
“It’s me, everything is okay. We’re in Wakanda, they’re trying to help you,” you rambled trying to get him to calm down, even slightly. His eyes turned soft at the sound of your voice.  “Y/n, did I-” his voice fell in shame, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” 
“Oh, Bucky...” You rested your hand on his cheek, his growing stubble tickling a bit, “You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.” You pulled back a bit to show him you hadn’t been hurt before starting to untangle the lamp cord from his body. As you pulled the cord away from the sling that mostly covered his left shoulder, you suddenly became very aware of what he was wearing, which was nothing aside from his boxer briefs. You’re face went cherry red as you continued your task, avoiding eye contact with the very tan, very muscled, super soldier before you. He shivered, you’re cold hands a far cry from his hot skin. 
“Why you so cold, Doll?” You guessed he was trying to start conversation to distract his mind from whatever nightmare had plagued him. 
“I like it cold when I sleep. Gives me an excuse to curl up with fuzzy blankets.” You went along with his attempt. You pulled your hands away when you’d finished untangling the cord, the last of it falling to the floor. “Plus, when we were younger, and Loki was first learning magic, he would play pranks on me and turn my room cold at random times. Eventually I got used to it.” You smiled at the fond memories of your brother. 
“Do you ever miss them? You’re brothers I mean?” He asked you, already visibly relaxing from his nightmare. 
“Sometimes. Thor’s off on one of his adventures right now though. And Loki’s been-” you’re voice stumbled over your words, “He’s been dead for a while.” 
“When Steve woke me up, made me... aware of who I was, it hurt so much more than forgetting. Rebecca, and my mom- they were both gone. And then I remembered you, and I thought you were gone too. I never- I thought-” He paused, rethinking his sentence, “I didn’t know what to do with myself. I still don’t.” 
“But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” You grabbed his hand, to prove to him that you were really there. He smiled, small, almost unnoticeable, but you saw it. 
You stifled a yawn, looking at the clock that sat in his bedside table. 12:33. 
“You must be exhausted, Doll. Get some sleep, I’ll be okay.” He pulled his hand away from yours to place it on your shoulder. 
“I’m not tired,” you yawned. He chuckled. 
“Go on. I’ll be fine.” 
“Okay... But you’ll wake me up if you need anything right?” 
“Of course, Doll.” 
“G’night, Bucky.” You kissed his cheek, standing to go to you’re room across the hall. 
“Night, Doll.” he coughed out, you thought it was odd, but you were also too tired to care, too tired to remember that the underwear you’d had on under your t-shirt had a not so PG message on them, and too tired to realize that previously mentioned t-shirt had ridden up and Bucky had a full view of your ass- and the message- as you left his room. 
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I know its not writing, but it blew my mind.
Idk if anyone else has had this realization(probably have) but I just had this realization and it destroyed my brain. 
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The original 6. 
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The Test of Time Part 2
Previous Chapter 
Bucky Barnes x Y/n Odindottir 
You lived among the avengers for a year, training with them, and eventually becoming one of them, before you heard anything of Bucky Barnes when an explosion during the ratification of the Sokovia accords-an agreement that you’d swiftly disagreed with-that had left the king of Wakanda as well as many others dead was blamed on the Winter Soldier. Knowing that it would be unwise to show face in Vienna, you stayed in New York to help Steve and Sam from a distance. At least one of you needed to stay off the UN’s most wanted list. 
A small part of you also knew that Buck was under enough stress right now without seeing his old almost lover who should certainly be dead by now. 
You watched the news footage rolling before you on the large flat screen. A police chase, Steve and Sam chasing Bucky, the police and a new masked figure you hadn’t heard of chasing all three. 
“You dumb asses.” You cursed, watching the three of them being restrained by Rhodes. You grabbed your phone, quickly scrolling through your contacts. 
“Y/n, I know why your calling, and you need to stay calm.” Natasha’s voice answered your call. 
“What’s gonna happen to them?” You demanded.
“For now, Steve and Sam aren’t being confined. Barnes is being held and evaluated.” 
“It wasn’t him, Nat. He wouldn’t have-” she cut you off. 
“Hydra still has agents out there. If one of them got to him, it’s possible he wasn’t in control of himself.” You sigh, knowing she’s right. 
“Just... Keep me updated? Please?” 
“You know I will.” You took the phone away from your ear grasping for any way to help the three men. 
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A few hours later, another news broadcast appeared on the TV screen in your apartment. 
“Captain Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and James Barnes have escaped custody and are now at large.” read the headline at the bottom of the screen. You were torn away from it by the ringing of your phone. Picking it up, you looked at the screen, “UNKNOWN,” you answered, knowing without a doubt that it was Steve. 
“Buck didn’t cause the explosion in Vienna. But Hydra did get to him.” His voice was calm, just as it always was. 
“How is he?” You asked
“As good as he can be. Listen, I need you to contact Clint. Tell him to get Wanda from the compound. Then I need you to find a man named Scott Lang. Meet us at the airport in Leipzig. I’ll fill you in there.” 
“Alright.” You hung up the phone and started on your new mission. 
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After contacting Clint, you called upon Heimdall to point you towards the man Steve had told you to find. You vaguely remembered him auditioning for the team, and it being a disaster, but if Steve believed in him, so could you. When you found him, you met Clint and Wanda just outside of New York. 
“Y/n. You know what’s happening?” Clint asked, as he and Wanda stepped out of the van they’d been in.
“Buck is innocent. He was framed. Steve said he’d fill us in when we get to Germany.” 
“Guess we better get to Germany then.” 
“Yea, but we’re doing it my way.” you smirked, “Heimdall! Take us to Germany!” Clint audibly groaned as the Bifrost swept up the four of you and the van. 
When you landed, Scott doubled over and threw up. “That happens. First time I traveled using the Bifrost, I almost leveled a city.” 
“I think I’m gonna... take a nap.” Scott stumbled his way into the back of the van, where he promptly passed out. Clint looked at a device that I didn’t recognize. 
“We’re about an hour away from the airport. Let’s go.” You climbed into the back of the van with Scott as Clint and Wanda climbed in front. You bit your lip, mind racing at all the possibilities of what would happen when you see Buck. 
“What is wrong?” Wanda questioned, a bit of her accent coming through. 
“I... I’m about to see Bucky for the first time in seventy years. What if, through everything, he doesn’t remember me?” 
“If he remembers himself, and remembers Steve, he’s sure to remember you too,” she gave you a sympathetic look. 
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You sat at the airport for a few minutes before a small blue VW pulled up beside you, and three grown men pilled out like a clown car. You could hear muffled voices from where you sat in the back of the van, before the door slid open and Scott woke up. Luckily for your nerves, you remained hidden. 
“What time zone is this?” Scott asked before you tuned out the conversation, focusing on your raging heart beat and flaring nerves. 
“Where’s our other friend?” Steve’s voice sounded over the pounding in your chest. You took a shaky breath before stepping out of the van, your eyes instantly connecting with a shocked pair of stormy grey ones.  
“Buck,” you breathed out.
“Y/n?” His eyebrows creased in confusion, looking between you and Steve, “How-”
“I’m Asgardian. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I-” he cut you off by pulling you into his chest. 
“You’re alive.” He breathed into your hair.
“I’m alive.” You smiled into his chest, and even though you knew you were about to go into battle, everything felt right. 
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The Test of Time
Part One
A/N So, I decided to make a story from my blurb, Baby Girl, it will start back at the beginning of y/n and Bucky’s story together and I’m not sure exactly where it will end. Part one takes place shortly after Sokovia, a party mostly to boost moral. 
Bucky Barnes x y/n Odindottir
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As the younger sister to Thor and Loki, you’d always lived in the shadows, but you were okay with that. You were overlooked by both your mother and father in favour of your brothers. That’s why when Thor invited you to a party with the Avengers, you were a bit wary. 
“They’ll ask me all sorts of questions, Thor. I’m okay living in your shadow and being the ‘mystery’ sister.” 
“Nonsense! They’ll love you Sister.” 
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” you mumble with a sigh, “fine, but I refuse to wear a dress.” despite your mother’s qualms, that was the one thing you refused to do. Ever since you were old enough to dress yourself, you would not wear a dress. 
“You will not regret this, y/n.” Thor assured, his hand on your shoulder and a smile plastered to his face. 
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This wasn’t your first time on Midgard, but the world had changed since the 1940s when you were here last. The bifrost had put you down in a field outside New York City before Thor flew the two of you to Avengers Tower. When you arrived, the party was already full swing, Guests everywhere, half of them already plastered. Looking around, you recognized most everyone from Thor and Loki’s stories, but one face you recognized from your own story. 
“Captain.” You said, approaching the man out of time. 
“Y/N?” his face contorted in confusion, “How are you-” 
“I’m Thor’s sister.” You stated simply. You’d known the captain during the forties and your stay on Midgard, but you’d never told him of your true heritage. 
“You’re a god?” he asked, disbelief written on his face. 
“Goddess, technically. But, yea.” 
“Who’s this Steve?” a younger looking red head appeared on the other side of the bar. 
“Nat, this is-” 
“Y/N Odindottir, goddess of love and war. And you must be Natasha,” You stuck your hand out in a traditional midgardian greeting. 
“Thor’s sister.” she took your hand in greeting, “and very perceptive.” 
“Thor’s told me many stories.” 
“I’ll leave you ladies to chat,” Steve smiled to the two of you. 
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The two of you talked for hours, eventually coming to the topic of men. 
“Come on, surely a goddess of love had been in love before,” Nat teased you. 
“Never in love, but there was... something, once. But that man is most likely long gone by now.” 
“Tell me about him? I told you my love story, so you owe me.”
“I already knew yours, but I’ll indulge you. Believe it or not, this in not my first time on Midgard, Earth as you call it. I visited once before, right after Steve took the serum. I’d been summoned by the violent war acts of Johann Schmidt.  His name was James, most everyone called him Bucky though. I met him in the heat of battle, we’d connected, and then he was captured.” You explained, “After Steve rescued him, I saw the two of them several times, assisting them with their Howling Commando missions, and then I was called back to Asgard. But, Bucky and I never became more than friends.” Nat sat patiently, soaking up every detail of my story. 
“Y/N, what if I told you that he’s still alive? Well, some version of him anyway.” She looked me dead in the eye. 
“What?” I choked on my drink.
“He’s the one they call the Winter Soldier. About a year ago, Steve and I got tangled up with him, reminded him of who he was, haven’t heard from him since.” 
“He’s still alive?” She nodded and explained how Hydra had made him a super soldier, brainwashed him to do their work, and sent him after Steve. 
“And I thought Asgardian quarrels were dramatic. I mean, my brother was stripped of his powers and banished here for a foolish mistake.”
“Loki was stripped of his power?” 
“Oh, no. He’s dead. Thor was the one stripped. Before you met him though.” you explained before looking around the room. You noticed the party had dwindled down so now it was only you and Natasha, and a larger group of several Avengers. Thor walked to you, laughing and shaking his head at something one of the others had said. 
“Y/n, are you ready to return home?” he questioned, Mjolnir gripped in his hand. 
“Actually, brother, I believe I will stay here on Midgard for a bit. If, of course it is alright with your friends.” 
“As long as she’s not as homicidal as that brother of yours, she can stay,” the one you recognized as Tony called from the couch. Thor nodded. 
“I will inform mother and father of your whereabouts.” and with that, he spun his hammer and off he went. 
“It seems we both have a missing almost lover to find.” Natasha raised her martini glass to me. 
“It seems we do.” 
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Baby Girl
Bucky Barnes x y/n
You were nine months pregnant when you and your husband were dusted by Thanos. Five years later, the Avengers have done what they do best, and you’re ready have a baby.
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Seven exhausting hours of screaming, squeezing, pushing, and cursing. Seven hours of Bucky being very thankful for his metal hand as you squeezed the vibranium so hard, he was sure you’d crush it. Nine months(Give or take a few years)of preparations and research and none of it prepared you for the experience of childbirth. But looking down on the little girl that you brought into the world was the happiest moment in your life. If you could stop time, you would have. 
Bucky looked down on you and the baby, smiling a way you’d never seen him smile before. Soft, with the love of a thousand worlds in his eyes, and he loosed a breath as his smile widened. 
“Congratulations,” the doctor said with a nod, “Is there a name yet?” You both smiled down at your little girl, coming to a silent agreement. She would be named for your two best friends. 
“Natasha Grace.” Bucky whispered, his voice full of pride. And in that moment, your small family was perfect. 
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Why does this character need to be conventionally attractive?
So, I've seen a few posts about the ways writing can uphold traditional beauty norms, and I think the key to fixing the problem is asking exactly that- Why?
Say your character is a famous model, or has dozens of admirers- in that case, it's fairly realistic that they would fit into conventional beauty standards.
But, with asking why, you should also ask why not? Why can't this character have acne? Why can't they be fat? Why can't they have a wide nose? Why can't they be described as beautiful or take the place as a love interest? Why can't your character have features that don't fit into modern beauty norms?
And if your reasoning is "I just want them to be attractive", then you have plenty of things to unlearn.
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