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CEO! Husband! Bucky Barnes x Wife! Reader

Summary: Bucky is always working overtime, but when his best girls really need him, he leaves everything behind just to make you happy.

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: modern setting, CEO Bucky, they have a daughter, fluff, real love

Author’s note: this one was inspired by Sebastian’s appearance in Paris. he really gave me a heart attack with that look❤️‍🔥

Bucky Barnes was a busy man. Running a multi-million-dollar company wasn’t the easiest thing, but something that he cared more about than this job was his family. His beautiful wife and daughter.

You always loved and appreciated the attention, support, and endless love that your husband gave, even when you just started dating eight years ago. As soon as you met, it took some time for both of you to finally admit your feelings, but when you got together, it was perfect. You’ve never felt that way in your life before. When you were younger, everyone told you that you wouldn’t be able to find a person because of your high standards, but when you started dating James Buchanan Barnes, you knew that it was forever.

A beautiful, respectful, and caring man who would do anything for you.

For the past two months, he has been more distant. His company was getting bigger; he had too many meetings, and too many new things required his whole attention. You understood it; of course you did. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. Your daughter felt it too. She was totally daddy’s girl, so being away from him for too long upset her, even though she was trying to be tough and careless, just like her dad when he was working.

You talked to her about her dad’s work, and she was a smart girl for a 3-year-old. She understood that he has a lot to do right now and that he still loves her more than anything in this world.

Today he returned home only after 2 am., you heard that he went to take a shower in a different room, probably not to wake you up. But you were too eager to spend as much time with him as possible, even if it was when he was falling asleep.

Bucky came into the room quietly. As soon as he got under the blanket, his warm and strong arms wrapped around you. He pulled you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck.

"I’m sorry, doll. Again." He took a deep breath, enjoying your scent, which he missed so much. "I love you."

"That’s okay, baby." You moved even closer to him, burying your fingers into his wet hair, and left a kiss on his temple. "I love you too. Now take some rest."

You hadn't even started to fall asleep when you heard a weird noise outside your bedroom, and then the door slightly opened.

"Daddy? Mommy?" A little voice came through the silence of the room. "Are you asleep?" Your daughter suddenly sobbed, and you and Bucky immediately sat on the bed, reaching for the nightstand lamps.

"Hey, angel, what happened? Come here." Bucky’s voice was very soft and gentle, as always when he talked to your daughter. She came closer to the bed, and Bucky picked her up, putting her on his lap. She was tightly holding her favorite white wolf, which you gifted Bucky as a joke because of his nickname at work. Your daughter's eyes were a little bit red, her hair messy, and her cheeks wet with tears. You moved closer to them, gently rubbing her face.

"What’s going on? You saw a bad dream?" You quietly asked, but she just shook her head.

"I— I—" She was obviously too upset to put her words together, so Bucky started to rub her back, whispering a quiet "sh-h".

"I— miss you, daddy." As soon as these words left her mouth, you and Bucky froze, and she started crying even harder. "I don’t s-see you, and me and mom—mommy are always alone."

Bucky looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were full of tears. The last thing he wanted to do was upset either of you. He felt that his heart was ripping apart. You made your daughter cry, you idiot. Your wife deserves better.

You just put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed, already knowing where his mind went. He always wanted to give his family everything, and the fact that he put work above his two favorite people in the world made him sick.

"Angel, hey, baby, look at me." Bucky turned back to your daughter, grabbing her little face with his hands and gently wiping away her tears. "I promise that the day after tomorrow we will go somewhere. Only mommy, you, and me, okay?"

"But—but you’re working."

"I know, angel. But I didn't want to make you feel lonely or to stay away for too long from your mom." He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to leave a kiss. "We will go wherever you want to. Maybe stay there for the week. You would like that?" He smiled at your daughter, and she happily giggled, wrapping herself around Bucky’s neck. "I love you. Both of you. You two are my whole life, and I'll do anything to make you happy."

You softly smiled at him, leaning in to leave a quick kiss on his lips.

Your daughter put away her white wolf and opened her other arm, wanting you to join her and Bucky in a hug.

That night she stayed in your bed because she almost passed out in Bucky’s arms but still held onto you both too tightly. The three of you happily curled under the blanket, with your daughter in between. Bucky knew that it was time for him to finally make the right decision. To choose his family.

As Bucky promised, one day later your little family was on a vacation where no one could disturb you. He left Steve, Sam, and Natasha, his closest and oldest friends, in charge of everything, canceled all the meetings, and took you and your daughter on the private jet that brought you here. One of the most beautiful places you’ve ever been.

It was quiet. No strangers, no annoying noise, no worries. Just the three of you on the beach with a perfect little house and warm, crystal-clear water.

You were wearing a light flowy dress, and Bucky, finally free from those annoying suits, chose trousers with a white tank top and shirt on top of it.

You two were sitting under the sunset on a blanket with food and a bottle of wine, while your daughter was playing near the water with sand. It was such an amazing evening; just everything was perfect, and as you were watching your smiling husband, you felt that you had fallen in love once again.

"You keep staring at me, doll, You ‘kay?" He finally turned his face to you, and you couldn't hold your wide smile, which he immediately returned.

"I’m okay. It’s just… everything is perfect here—the beach, the house, you two here." You covered your eyes with your hand because of the setting sun. "You know, you’ve been here for a couple of hours, but you look much better. Your skin is glowing, you’re happy, and, god, that hair bun looks really hot." Bucky’s smile grew wilder because of your words.

He grabbed you in bridal style and set you across his lap, wrapping his hands around your waist. You slightly screamed, not being ready for such movements, but then happily melted into your husband's touch.

"So you think that I look hot?" A cheesy grin crossed his face, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Do you think I would’ve married you if I thought otherwise, James?" You arched an eyebrow at him. Your hands found the perfect place under Bucky’s blue shirt by themselves. God, it's been too long since you spent good time together alone.

"What do you think about the idea that when we get home, we send our daughter to visit her amazing grandparents, so we could be completely alone for a couple of days?" He said it as if he was reading your mind, so you just silently nodded. "Doll, you’re too beautiful for this damn world; I can’t even understand how I was able to be far away from you for that long. I missed you so much, baby." Bucky’s hands slipped lower on your hips, while his lips were leaving sweet kisses on the side of your neck.

"Not here, Buck; we’re not alone, remember?" You nodded back at your daughter, who was honestly more interested in building sandcastles.

"Of course. Just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for my absence. I got so involved in work that I didn’t even notice that you too were hurt. I’ve never wanted to do that. I’m sorry. And I love you. So fucking much." Bucky connected your foreheads and put his right hand on your cheek.

"Don’t be sorry. I know that you want better for us and that you want to do everything right. It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes. You know, you are such a great dad because your daughter’s tears made you leave everything and spend time with us. And I’m forever thankful for this." You smiled, holding his stubbled face in your hands. "I love you, James."

You two connected with a kiss. It wasn’t too rough or desperate. It was just pure love and adoration for one another. Bucky was slowly moving his lips, feeling the need for your taste, your smell, and your touch. Your little bubble didn’t last too long, though, not after your daughter finally wanted your attention.

"Mommy! Daddy!" You pulled away from the kiss, looking back at your daughter, who was now all in the sand. "Do you want to help me build a castle?"

You looked at Bucky, who had the same smile on his face.

"Of course, angel. What do you need from us?"

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AN OFFER II · 05

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,3k warnings: mafia, language, violence (graphic descriptions), minor character death, mature themes, dark themes, angst, smut, toxic behavior, blood and injury, abuse and sexual abuse, hurt/comfort,

Taking his eyes off you, Bucky turned to Sam. “Go get Clint,” he ordered, his voice — just like his stare — lacking a particular tone; it was emotionless, perhaps with a hint of cooling anger, the seed of which got there completely naturally. Then he looked at Steve, his jaw clenched again. “Get her out of here.”

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The exhibition, crowning the last few months of your work, was going surprisingly well for something you had initially occupied yourself with just to pass the time.

It all started with Bucky’s absence and now he was there — keeping his hand on your lower back, stroking it in a comforting manner, he made you forget about all the things that could go wrong. You watched some people admiring the artwork you’ve collected, exchanged some words, shook some hands, and Bucky didn't leave your side for a second. 

At some point, Tracy appeared right next to you, touching your shoulder to get your attention. “There’s a call from Connie. She couldn’t reach your phone, so she called the gallery. I put her through to your office.”

Your friend, whom you had fortunately dissuaded from the idea of using her leave to attend the exhibition, was currently enjoying her free time on a real vacation. It certainly would have been nice to have her around, but it wasn't worth it; besides, you had solid support coming from not only your husband, but also Steve, Sam and Clint.

“Thanks,” you said, and when Tracy left, you turned to Bucky to hand him your glass with the wine you haven’t had the chance to finish. “I'll be back in a few minutes. An hour tops,” you informed, smirking. 

The corner of Bucky’s mouth quirked up. “Sure. Got any knives I could juggle?” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, to entertain your guests.”

You sized him up, your eyes narrowed. “Do you really know how to juggle..?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged casually. “I can show you somewhere a little more private.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed, smacking his shoulder. 

Bucky’s mouth stretched into a much wider smile as your laugh reached his ears. “I’ll be waiting here,” he promised. Still grinning, you cupped his face and kissed him, then went to the stairs. 

Having hurried into your office, you got to the phone. “Connie?” you spoke with undisguised excitement. 

“Hi, babe,” Connie giggled. “How’s the exhibition? How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, the exhibition is fine…” you sighed, resting your free hand on the desktop. “I have a lot of buyers, actually. It's better than I thought.” 

“Is one of those buyers your filthy rich husband?” she asked, and if she was here, right beside you, she would probably pinch you teasingly. 

A bright smile came to your lips. “He’s banned from doing that, and is here only for support.”

“That’s really great,” when you heard that, you also heard her smile fade away. “I'm sorry I can't be there for you.”

“Oh, come on, Connie. We talked about this. You deserve a rest, especially from those uptight bankers.” 

Connie said something else, but you got distracted by the sound of the door opening. You looked over your shoulder, and to your surprise, saw Adrian. 

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“Uh, Connie? I’ll call you back, okay?” Without waiting for your friend's answer, you hung up the phone. “Can I help you..?” you asked flatly, turning to Adrian. 

“Have you made a decision? About Paris?”

Your eyebrows rose; you secretly hoped that Adrian would eventually use his common sense, and as a result, realize how ridiculous the idea was. “I told you already. I can’t come to Paris with you.”

In a moment of weakness it crossed your mind that, perhaps, you should agree for the sake of the gallery. But Bucky was right — you couldn't sell Adrian your time; not when he was pushing the limits that way, treating you like an object he could do whatever he liked with.

“You are making a mistake. Big mistake,” he stated slowly, and just as slowly covered the space between the door and the desk.

You understood that you were just a woman — a fragile, weak woman, left alone with an offended man; the only thing in that room more fragile than you was only Adrian's pride. And yet, when he approached you, you didn't even flinch, didn’t take your stern gaze off him. 

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he questioned, giving you the last chance to change your mind. “Are you sure what you are doing? You are rejecting the opportunity of a lifetime. And it will cost you a lot. Can you afford it?”

He grabbed your forearm rapidly. Twisting it, turning your body, stiff and paralyzed with sudden panic, he pushed you, then pressed against the desk. The moment you collided with the hard surface, the air abruptly spilled out of your lungs, leaving you breathless, and the hit your chin took from crashing onto the desktop cut your bottom lip open; the rusty taste of blood settled on your tongue. 

One of Adrian's hands, which had wrapped around your forearm earlier, moved to the nape of your neck and pressed your torso down to the glass surface; his legs pinned your thighs to the edge, at the same time opening them for easier access. His other hand struggled with the fabric of your dress until it finally gave in and chose to betray you with a deep rip on the side.

“Adrian,” you grated, your breath heavy as you unsuccessfully tried to fight back, “get the fuck off me.” 

“Stand still, bitch,” he hissed, pressing your body even harder. You were losing your breath again, since your chest didn't have enough room. “And shut up.”

Struck by the sudden return of panic spreading at an alarming speed, you became numb when Adrian lifted your dress. His sickeningly cold and wet hands, touching your skin directly, without any additional layers protecting your body, turned your stomach sick. 

Until that moment, you were clinging to the hope that you could get out of it, or that Adrian would come to his senses. But now, it didn't appear that either of those things were going to happen; Adrian was going to get his way, he was going to take something from you, to break you.

Despite the shock of realizing what your fate would be, you swept your hand over the desktop to scan the area. In the process, you knocked down the phone, which Adrian considered to be continued attempts to fight, and eventually found something that, judging by its shape, was a stapler — an useless tool. A moment later, your hand felt something thin and oblong. A pen. Without much thought, you clenched it tightly in your palm and, pushed by adrenaline, blindly slammed your weapon into whatever happened to be behind you. All you knew was that it went in deep.

Adrian let out a loud, inhuman noise. The pressure of his hold loosened enough that you were able to break free. You darted to the door, and when you opened it, you ran into Bucky standing on the other side, clashing with his body. With your heart beating painfully fast, you lifted your gaze to him — your eyes still carried terror and distress, but there was a little room for relief as well.

In Bucky's case, it was different. With his forehead creased and his lips parted in devastation at what he had in front of him, he examined you closely — the ripped dress, the broken shoulder strap, the cut lip. His mouth snapped shut in a hard line, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could easily see that familiar twitch below his cheekbone, his nostrils flared. And although just a moment ago his eyes expressed so much — helplessness, fear, disbelief, disappointment — in a split second they became cold, dead. They passed you, as if you weren’t there anymore, and switched to Adrian.

Adrian looked around in a frantic search for an escape route, but the only exit from the office was blocked by you and Bucky. 

Having placed his hands on your arms, Bucky moved you carefully to the side, then made his way to Adrian. You immediately looked over your shoulder, and the rest of your body followed. 

“Hey, man, let’s talk-”

Bucky rammed into Adrian, and the kick that reached his stomach was charged with force so powerful that the man crashed into the cabinet standing against the wall. There was glass splattered everywhere — it came from the cabinet door, and from broken bottles; a few pieces cut Adrian's skin harmlessly, although it would have been better for him if one had killed him instantly. Bucky didn't wait for his target's reaction; he got on top of him, and, heedless of protests, pleas or pathetic screams, punched him in his face. Again, and again, and again.

“Stop. Please, don’t-” Adrian managed to choke out. He tried to defend himself, but was unable to block Bucky's blows, driven by tremendous power and speed. “I can pay you! I can pay you a-” 

To Bucky, his words meant nothing, his money worth nothing. What really mattered to him — what kept replaying in his head, boiling the blood in his veins, steering him to the only possible ending — was the fact that some man, no matter who he was or how much he had to offer, hurt his wife. He touched her. He touched in a way that made her too terrified to even cry. 

With each repeated punch, a little blood sprinkled out — Lancy spit and choked with it, coughing and screaming, but Bucky still didn't pay the slightest attention to it; he stopped feeling his own hand — the pain spread through his metacarpus at first, but that soon went numb — instead, he felt Adrian's bones break and crumble under his fist; he felt his nose snapping, his jaw cracking, his cheekbones collapsing. He felt only that; no shame, no regret, no remorse. Why should he, when none of these things were shown to you?

Bucky did what he had to do — he beat the life out of Adrian Lancy with his bare hands. But to Bucky, he was no Adrian, no young investor with a bright future. He was a scumbag that attacked his wife and before that, put her on a short leash. 

Breathing hard and slowly, Bucky stood up. For another brief moment he stared at the lifeless body, feeling a little less disgust. Despite the fact that instead of his face, Adrian now had a bloody, still steaming hole, he no longer evoked such disgust in Bucky.

He turned around. Blood covered his hands, especially the right one; crimson specks now decorated his face and his white shirt. You didn't feel the slightest need to run away, and if any shiver ran through your body, it was a shiver of admiration, of delight. 

You didn't know when exactly, but at some point Steve and Sam showed up; Steve stood right next to you, Sam stayed somewhere behind your back. 

Taking his eyes off you, Bucky turned to Sam. “Go get Clint,” he ordered, his voice — just like his stare — lacking a particular tone; it was emotionless, perhaps with a hint of cooling anger, the seed of which got there completely naturally. Then he looked at Steve, his jaw clenched again. “Get her out of here.”

You've lost track of time; you haven't checked it once since you and Bucky separated. Staring stubbornly, and without any purpose, at the darkness outside the bedroom window, you stood frozen, numb, wearing his t-shirt, that wrapped around you like a safe embrace.

Your skin was still aching from the almost burning water and excessive rubbing — you tried to deeply wash off Adrian’s scent and touch, but you could’ve sworn you still felt him. His smell — unpleasantly strong, hitting your nostrils aggressively — lingered in the air, and his hands, cold, sweaty, driven by evil intentions, remained on your body. A repulsive tingling plagued the places where he touched you, making you sick.

The door opened carefully, letting in some warm light from the corridor. You turned away from the window; Bucky entered the room, and then, keeping his eyes on you, came closer with a cautious step. And this time he scrutinized your figure intently.

In contrast to his shirt, there was no trace of blood on his face or hands. He washed it away along with the memory of that man, so it wouldn't clutter his mind. Instead, he knew that he would never forget that he had failed you; that he should have protected you better.

Without any words, you started unbuttoning his shirt; your fingers worked quickly and smoothly — you, too, wanted as soon as possible to get away from everything that reminded you of the events of a few hours earlier. When you were done, and the shirt tails opened, showing Bucky's tensed stomach muscles, you cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. By instinct, he placed his hands on your hips and pressed his body against yours, his tongue slid into your mouth, and despite your lip stinging, you eagerly accepted it, meeting it with yours. You already knew the way you could wash Adrian off you.

Bucky bent his knees to lower himself a bit; he moved his hands under your ass to lift you, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walked to the bed and sat down; Bucky, as well, was fully aware of what you needed. 

He laid down, pulling you with him — without breaking away from his lips, relishing the taste of the man who had done something so thrilling for you, to the point of intoxication, you began rubbing against his crotch. Both of you breathed heavily into each other's mouths as your core, now wet and throbbing with desire, grinded on Bucky's bulge. But it wasn't enough — you needed him inside you, immediately.

You backed away just enough to be able to unzip his pants. He raised his hips, lifting you along with them, in order to slip his pants lower. At that moment, neither of you thought about taking the time to remove all your clothes; it was only about gratification, about forgetting, about pleasure.

You rose, wrapped your hand around his engorged cock and guided it to your entrance, then sank down on it slowly, a quiet, breathy moan leaving your lips. At first, Bucky looked at you with concentration, as if making sure you could handle it without his help, and when he got the proof, he relaxed slightly. Feeling your pussy swallow more and more of his cock, he groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, but soon returned his gaze to you. He had to — there was nothing that could draw him away from the pleasure of watching you. 

You grabbed the ends of the t-shirt you were wearing and stripped it off. Seeing your body almost in all its glory, feeling it on his own, Bucky pressed his lips together, the devotion and worship visible in his stare only deepened.

Now, it was you who had the control you so badly needed to regain; you needed to regain yourself, and that's what seemed to be the best way to do it. Bucky's dick was plunging into you with your every move, penetrating you, hitting that sweet spot just right, but it was you who was fucking him. The bliss overpowered you enough that, forgetting the previous damage, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip. Bucky kept looking at you — your face overtaken by delight, your body moving up and down, the way you were riding him flawlessly — and the view alone would have been enough to make him cum.

Lifting his torso off the mattress, Bucky sat up. Your back arched as you propped your hands somewhere behind, your hips rolling in circles. Bucky slid his tongue between your breasts up to your neck, leaving a wet trail on your skin. With his hand supporting the back of your head, his mouth traveled all over your face and jaw, dropping sloppy kisses. 

Sensing some weakness creeping into the dynamic you had set up, Bucky returned on the mattress, taking you with him. And you let him, knowing it would be worth it. 

“Take my hand,” he whispered between heavy gasps. You followed his request without a second thought; the hand that only a few hours before had brought death was now holding yours. His fingers, intertwined with yours, reminded you that he was here for you; fully consciously, voluntarily, not just to satisfy some animal needs.

Bucky's spare arm embraced your back, pressing you as tightly as possible to his body. His hips began to move fast but not violently, he was moaning softly, pumping his cock into your cunt. It was hard for you to concentrate on anything other than that delicious sensation of being filled like that — your brain was melting, making you nothing more than a body to fuck, but the same brain told you to look at Bucky. So you looked at his lips, parted, swollen, in that familiar deep shade of pink they had turned from biting, and finally decided to occupy them with yours, devouring his warm, plush mouth.

The space between you, if such a thing had any right to exist, was filled with Bucky's loud breaths and grunts, your soft whines and his name — the sweet promise that you belonged to him only.

Bucky went still, letting out an interrupted whimper. A single, strong shiver ran through his body, his seed filled you up. When his mind regained a small percentage of sobriety, he continued thrusting into you. You straightened up to the sitting position, but still held tightly to Bucky’s hand. The tension building in your stomach released — orgasm shook your body, sending it into strong spasms, throwing your head back, squeezing only a heavy exhale out of your lungs. 

Bucky looked up at you; he admired your jawline, your arched neck, the blue gemstone of the chain he gave you hanging in the middle of your collarbones, the single drop of sweat running down between your breasts. You were the most beautiful creation he had a chance to experience.

You gazed at him too, tears shimmered in your eyes, one of them dropped unexpectedly on Bucky's chest. 

He furrowed, and, gripped by a burning panic and worry looming over, sat up; one of his hands was instantly on your cheek, the other brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “It’s okay,” Bucky said softly. Sniffling, you nodded, the tears still streaming down your cheeks. “It’s okay…” he repeated more to himself, his eyes studying your face nervously, helplessly. With his thumb, he quickly wiped off another teardrop that escaped from your eye, then leaned closer and kissed away a new one, the salty taste smeared on his lips.

“Nothing-” you sobbed, then took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me,” you choke out. Bucky's jaw clenched, his eyes filled with sadness. Nothing like this has ever happened to you, and now that you were his wife, it did. On his watch. He was convinced that the blame lay with him, but he didn't admit it out loud — he wasn't going to make a victim of himself, all that mattered was you. “I shouldn't have let him-”

“No,” Bucky interrupted you strongly. He looked you in the eye. “It's not your fault, Y/N. You hear me?”

In response, you only sniffled again, dropping your gaze. “You told me something like this could happen. And I didn't listen.”

“Hey,” he said to get your attention, his voice gentle, but you didn't have the courage to bring your eyes back to his. Yet, with his hands on your cheeks, he made you look up at him. “Don’t do that. That fucker had no right to touch you even with his finger. That’s not on you.” 

You weren't sure about that — your mind wasn't in a place that would allow you to believe Bucky's assurances. The wounds were still too fresh, the memories too vivid. However, one thing you were sure of; you had washed Adrian off of you. Bucky's scent clung to your skin, but your body was also marked with his sweat, his spit, his cum.

You started crying all over again — you needed this kind of purification. Bucky got that, so he wrapped his arms around you and pressed to his chest. “You’re safe now,” he whispered, stroking your hair.

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Sandcastles

CEO Husband Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is always working overtime, but when his best girls really need him, he leaves everything behind just to make you happy.

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, dad and husband Bucky, like one curse word.

Author’s note: just a cute little drabble. obviously, Sebastian’s pictures from Paris inspired me, so enjoy <3

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Bucky Barnes was a busy man. Running a multi-million-dollar company wasn’t the easiest thing, but something that he cared more about than this job was his family. His beautiful wife and daughter.

You always loved and appreciated the attention, support, and endless love that your husband gave, even when you just started dating eight years ago. As soon as you met, it took some time for both of you to finally admit your feelings, but when you got together, it was perfect. You’ve never felt that way in your life before. When you were younger, everyone told you that you wouldn’t be able to find a person because of your high standards, but when you started dating James Buchanan Barnes, you knew that it was forever.

A beautiful, respectful, and caring man who would do anything for you.

For the past two months, he has been more distant. His company was getting bigger; he had too many meetings, and too many new things required his whole attention. You understood it; of course you did. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. Your daughter felt it too. She was totally daddy’s girl, so being away from him for too long upset her, even though she was trying to be tough and careless, just like her dad when he was working.

You talked to her about her dad’s work, and she was a smart girl for a 3-year-old. She understood that he has a lot to do right now and that he still loves her more than anything in this world.

Today he returned home only after 2 am., you heard that he went to take a shower in a different room, probably not to wake you up. But you were too eager to spend as much time with him as possible, even if it was when he was falling asleep.

Bucky came into the room quietly. As soon as he got under the blanket, his warm and strong arms wrapped around you. He pulled you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck.

"I’m sorry, doll. Again." He took a deep breath, enjoying your scent, which he missed so much. "I love you."

"That’s okay, baby." You moved even closer to him, burying your fingers into his wet hair, and left a kiss on his temple. "I love you too. Now take some rest."

You hadn't even started to fall asleep when you heard a weird noise outside your bedroom, and then the door slightly opened.

"Daddy? Mommy?" A little voice came through the silence of the room. "Are you asleep?" Your daughter suddenly sobbed, and you and Bucky immediately sat on the bed, reaching for the nightstand lamps.

"Hey, angel, what happened? Come here." Bucky’s voice was very soft and gentle, as always when he talked to your daughter. She came closer to the bed, and Bucky picked her up, putting her on his lap. She was tightly holding her favorite white wolf, which you gifted Bucky as a joke because of his nickname at work. Your daughter's eyes were a little bit red, her hair messy, and her cheeks wet with tears. You moved closer to them, gently rubbing her face.

"What’s going on? You saw a bad dream?" You quietly asked, but she just shook her head.

"I— I—" She was obviously too upset to put her words together, so Bucky started to rub her back, whispering a quiet "sh-h".

"I— miss you, daddy." As soon as these words left her mouth, you and Bucky froze, and she started crying even harder. "I don’t s-see you, and me and mom—mommy are always alone."

Bucky looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were full of tears. The last thing he wanted to do was upset either of you. He felt that his heart was ripping apart. You made your daughter cry, you idiot. Your wife deserves better.

You just put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed, already knowing where his mind went. He always wanted to give his family everything, and the fact that he put work above his two favorite people in the world made him sick.

"Angel, hey, baby, look at me." Bucky turned back to your daughter, grabbing her little face with his hands and gently wiping away her tears. "I promise that the day after tomorrow we will go somewhere. Only mommy, you, and me, okay?"

"But—but you’re working."

"I know, angel. But I didn't want to make you feel lonely or to stay away for too long from your mom." He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to leave a kiss. "We will go wherever you want to. Maybe stay there for the week. You would like that?" He smiled at your daughter, and she happily giggled, wrapping herself around Bucky’s neck. "I love you. Both of you. You two are my whole life, and I'll do anything to make you happy."

You softly smiled at him, leaning in to leave a quick kiss on his lips.

Your daughter put away her white wolf and opened her other arm, wanting you to join her and Bucky in a hug.

That night she stayed in your bed because she almost passed out in Bucky’s arms but still held onto you both too tightly. The three of you happily curled under the blanket, with your daughter in between. Bucky knew that it was time for him to finally make the right decision. To choose his family.

As Bucky promised, one day later your little family was on a vacation where no one could disturb you. He left Steve, Sam, and Natasha, his closest and oldest friends, in charge of everything, canceled all the meetings, and took you and your daughter on the private jet that brought you here. One of the most beautiful places you’ve ever been

It was quiet. No strangers, no annoying noise, no worries. Just the three of you on the beach with a perfect little house and warm, crystal-clear water

You were wearing a light flowy dress, and Bucky, finally free from those annoying suits, chose trousers with a white tank top and shirt on top of it. 

You two were sitting under the sunset on a blanket with food and a bottle of wine, while your daughter was playing near the water with sand. It was such an amazing evening; just everything was perfect, and as you were watching your smiling husband, you felt that you had fallen in love once again.

"You keep staring at me, doll, You ‘kay?" He finally turned his face to you, and you couldn't hold your wide smile, which he immediately returned.

"I’m okay. It’s just… everything is perfect here—the beach, the house, you two here." You covered your eyes with your hand because of the setting sun. "You know, you’ve been here for a couple of hours, but you look much better. Your skin is glowing, you’re happy, and, god, that hair bun looks really hot." Bucky’s smile grew wilder because of your words.

He grabbed you in bridal style and set you across his lap, wrapping his hands around your waist. You slightly screamed, not being ready for such movements, but then happily melted into your husband's touch.

"So you think that I look hot?" A cheesy grin crossed his face, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Do you think I would’ve married you if I thought otherwise, James?" You arched an eyebrow at him. Your hands found the perfect place under Bucky’s blue shirt by themselves. God, it's been too long since you spent good time together alone.

"What do you think about the idea that when we get home, we send our daughter to visit her amazing grandparents, so we could be completely alone for a couple of days?" He said it as if he was reading your mind, so you just silently nodded. "Doll, you’re too beautiful for this damn world; I can’t even understand how I was able to be far away from you for that long. I missed you so much, baby." Bucky’s hands slipped lower on your hips, while his lips were leaving sweet kisses on the side of your neck.

"Not here, Buck; we’re not alone, remember?" You nodded back at your daughter, who was honestly more interested in building sandcastles.

"Of course. Just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for my absence. I got so involved in work that I didn’t even notice that you too were hurt. I’ve never wanted to do that. I’m sorry. And I love you. So fucking much." Bucky connected your foreheads and put his right hand on your cheek.

"Don’t be sorry. I know that you want better for us and that you want to do everything right. It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes. You know, you are such a great dad because your daughter’s tears made you leave everything and spend time with us. And I’m forever thankful for this." You smiled, holding his stubbled face in your hands. "I love you, James."

You two connected with a kiss. It wasn’t too rough or desperate. It was just pure love and adoration for one another. Bucky was slowly moving his lips, feeling the need for your taste, your smell, and your touch. Your little bubble didn’t last too long, though, not after your daughter finally wanted your attention.

"Mommy! Daddy!" You pulled away from the kiss, looking back at your daughter, who was now all in the sand. "Do you want to help me build a castle?"

You looked at Bucky, who had the same smile on his face.

"Of course, angel. What do you need from us?"

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Where’s My Love?—Epilogue

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18+++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Soft!Bucky. Zombie Apocalypse.

NOTES

Sorry it’s such a short epilogue I just wanted to keep it short and sweet!!! Thanks sooo much for sticking with me and finishing this out. Your support and time mean soo much to me ❤️❤️❤️

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Bucky was sure he wouldn’t sleep a wink that night. The adrenaline pumping through his veins would never allow him to rest, at least not completely. He was too wound, too riled up—both body and mind.

Never had he felt fear like he did that night.

Never had he come so close to losing you. To losing his babies.

Becca.

His sweet baby girl.

He didn’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t reacted as quick as you did. He couldn’t handle the thought.

If that thing had managed to sink his teeth into his sweet girl…

Bucky shook his head, pulling Becca tighter into his side before dipping down to pressing a kiss to top of her head. She didn’t stir, tucked perfectly in the crook of his arm with her head resting on his chest, completely out.

He took a minute to admire her—the pout in her lips, her long lashes fluttering just slightly across her chubby, rosy cheeks. She was practically on top of him, sweating and drooling, but he didn’t mind.

Not even a little.

She could stay there, in his arms, for the rest of his life if she wanted to.

After last night, he’d actually prefer that.

The sweetest little sigh had his eyes trailing to the other little girl snoozing on the left side of his chest and his heart nearly beat right out of his chest.

Natalie Rose Barnes.

The newest member of the Barnes family.

Despite her dramatic entrance into the world, she was the calmest baby he’d ever seen. The tiniest too.

He swore, Becca and Jamie weren’t this small.

She’d cried upon arrival—thank God, and she hadn’t cried since. A little whimper here and there, sure, but not a cry, cry. Not like the other two had that first night.

It was still early though.

She was only a few hours old.

The moment Natalie slipped into the world, and momma had passed the after birth, with Sam’s help, he finally brought his family home safely.

His best friend did what he could to entertain the kids, wash them up and change them into a pair of the pjs he’d had stored neatly in their new rooms, while Bucky took care of you and the babe.

Once you were cleaned, changed, and tucked into bed with the baby snoozing in the bassinet on his side of the new bed, he’d tracked down the rest of the clan and whisked Jamie and Becca off to bed with a promise to talk more tomorrow and the okay to use Jamie’s bed over his shoulder at Sam.

They’d figure it all out tomorrow. Make Sam his own room—his own space. Because there was absolutely no way he was letting his best friend go. Not when he’d finally got him back.

No. He didn’t have a choice.

Sam was stuck with them for life.

He just needed to be with his family tonight.

Needed to hold them in his arms and keep them close.

Thankfully, Sam understood that.

Bucky carefully leaned forward, nose brushing the soft, dark tuff atop Natalie’s little round head, inhaling her sweet baby scent. His large flesh hand rubbed gently over her blanket covered back.

She wasn’t his first, nor would she probably be his last but she was his and she was special all the same.

Another piece of his heart that would be walking around outside of his chest.

He could handle it though.

With you, he definitely could.

He turned his head in your direction, heart clenching as he took in the sight of you and Jamie wrapped up together. Your faces were squished together, cheek to cheek with his little arm wrapped tightly around your neck and his leg flung over your still swollen abdomen.

The boy had been beside himself with worry and there was no way he was going to leave your side anytime soon.

Not that he could judge, he wouldn’t be leaving it either.

Bucky couldn’t even begin to imagine what he went through, how scared he was. You were his absolute best friend and to see you in pain like that…

It devastated the little man.

But he’d handled it better than they could’ve imagined.

His sweet baby boy—always protecting his momma and his sisters. Putting on a brave face and staying strong.

Bucky stretched his metal arm out, cool fingers just barely brushing against his sons warm cheek. He couldn’t feel how soft the skin was because he could feel the heat–feel something and it was enough.

Jamie would be alright.

They all would.

He let his hand travel a little further, fingers combing gently through your hair. His bright eyes traveled over your face, the dim light of the lantern making your features look so soft and serene.

And all he could think was You’re so goddamn lucky.

You were dead to the world, completely oblivious to the world around you as you slept. But who wouldn’t be in your situation? You’d just walked literal miles in labor and then gave birth in the middle of the forest.

He always knew you would do anything to protect your kids. That you were an inherently strong mama bear but to see it–to actually witness it, firsthand, last night…

Bucky didn’t think it was possible, that there was no way he could fall more and more in love with you. But there you go, proving him wrong once again.

And he was so fucking lucky.

There was no one else, not a single fucking soul in this world, that he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

Bucky Barnes never thought he would get his happy ending.

Not after what he went through during the war and everything with Hydra that followed.

Not after he and half the population disappeared from the face of this Earth and returned five years later during the Blip.

Not after Steve left him behind to return to the past for Peggy.

But then he met you.

And no matter what, as long as he had you and this family, and Sam, he would live his happy ever after.

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AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER WELL AS HAPPY AS SOMEONE CAN BE IN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE…

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[pascaloverx]

As It Was (S2)

Chapter Thirteen

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Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

The day of my wedding with Bucky arrived faster than I had anticipated. The reality is that James Buchanan Barnes is both the only one not involved in the wedding and the groom. I simply couldn't get that stubborn head to change his mind. Okay, I didn't even try to get him to change his mind. Every new day in your life is another terrifying day in your head, not knowing if Killian or Steve will show up and end you or someone you love. So, this fake wedding is my last chance to end this nightmare. If Barnes doesn't see it that way, too bad for him.

"You look magnificent in that dress, Melisa. I'm sure Barnes would be the luckiest man in the universe if you two were really getting married. But my best friend is as much of an idiot as he is handsome, you know." Sam says, entering the bride's room that was specially prepared for me to get ready. To be poetic, I rented the hall where they killed my father and almost killed me. Here, they have a special wedding banquet hall. And it's a place I already know.

"Thank you, Sam, for the compliment and for being here. I can't believe this day has finally come, and that I may have spent money and time on something that will go wrong." I say breathlessly, thinking about the possibility of setting up an obvious trap and not being able to capture the criminals.

"Actually, that's exactly what I came to talk to you about. Yelena was talking to some of her contacts, and it seems Steve was seen around here yesterday. Dave is checking nearby cameras to confirm. But don't get discouraged just yet. This whole team is here to support you, even though it may seem dangerous. We won't let any of them hurt you." Sam says, hugging me gently. I'm relieved to know they're here with me. Whatever happens, we'll face it together.

"This time I'm prepared too. So, let's put the plan into action. The guests should already be in their places, waiting for the groom to arrive. The music for the bride's entrance will play in a few minutes. I'll walk in with Wanda as if everything is fine, and you guys put on a show pretending that Bucky is missing. I'll create a scene, cancel the wedding, and ask everyone to leave. It'll be the perfect moment for them to attack me. The rest is up to you guys." This plan was designed with every detail in mind. There are more cameras in this building than there were before; Dave is taking care of surveillance, Sam and Yelena are handling defense in case of a surprise attack, and Wanda will be nearby in case I need help if something goes wrong. Everything is carefully planned.

"Then I'll go there in case you need anything; remember, you have an earpiece. Just say 'red' in any way possible, and we'll come to your rescue. Good luck, bride." Sam touches my arm lightly and leaves, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I look at myself in the mirror, analyzing the wedding dress I'm repurposing. It's the same one from my first wedding, just adjusted. I thought this time a veil would be more of a hindrance than a help, and a long train would be an obstacle.I hear a noise behind me, almost like a step, and automatically grab the gun hidden on the vanity where I did my makeup. I point the gun at whoever is behind me not even five seconds after hearing the noise. Of course, I could have died because five seconds is a good amount of time for someone to kill another person. If I hadn't been distracted, I would have noticed someone entering this bridal room and known it was my ex-husband, the idiot.

"Great attack plan, but I suggest aiming the gun at the head next time. It would also be good not to get distracted, but your reflex was quick. By the way, you look beautiful. I like the changes to the dress." James Barnes says, smiling shamelessly at me. I'm torn between anger and surprise. What does he want here?

"Barnes, I don't remember inviting you in or asking you to be here in general. Before you ruin my plan, go away, and take that smug smile with you." I say, trying to sound serious. I lower the gun and turn around, ignoring the fact that Bucky hasn't budged despite my request for him to leave.

"Funny. I don't recall proposing to you or accepting one from you. Yet, everyone in this building came to see you and me getting married. I hope you liked the outfit of your future husband. I'm wearing the suit you gave me on our first anniversary." He looks handsome, but I don't want to give in. I wanted him by my side, and he abandoned me. Now that I made a plan without him, he shows up here. Son of a...

"Barnes, save my time. What do you want?" I don't have much patience on a regular day, let alone when I'm about to be bait to capture not one but two dangerous men.

"I want to marry you. I want to be by your side while you do the stupidest thing ever seen in the world, and most importantly, I want to apologize for being an idiot. I realized too late that loving you means accepting your plans that will undoubtedly cause unimaginable havoc." He speaks, getting closer and closer to me. Then he holds my waist firmly, looks into my eyes, and kisses me. It's a kiss full of passion and at the same time, longing. Truth be told, I missed him, and well... he certainly missed me too.

"I can offer you a second honeymoon filled with reconciliation sex, what do you say?" Barnes says in a playful tone, and I lightly smack his arm.

"Try not to ruin the plan. Figure out a way to leave me alone during the ceremony. They won't show up with you around, and I need to be the bait. Are we clear?" I know he won't like it, but whatever he wants. He's been married to me before; he should know that when I have something in mind, I do it my way. The problem is, he's the same way.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll let you do what you want without getting in your way," he says, giving me another light kiss. I smile, knowing he probably isn't entirely serious.

"Do you promise?" I ask in the middle of the kiss, my forehead resting against his. My god, how I love this man.

"No. Now get ready because I'm going to my groom's spot to wait for my beautiful bride." He gives me a peck on the lips and leaves before I can react. I then prepare to go to the hall to fake getting married.

"Nice pathetic plan, Melisa. Beautiful. You just forgot that I was a partner with all of you while you played the united little group. I smelled a setup since I knew you were going to marry Barnes again. Who in their right mind makes the same mistake more than once?" Steve speaks behind me as I head towards the hall where the guests are waiting. I smile because I did get what I wanted.

"You, you arrogant jerk." I turn around, plunging a sharp and likely lethal knife into his chest. Poor guy, he had no idea this time I would be prepared for him. The loud thud of him hitting the ground was startling. His look of desperation mixed with the anguish of pain, simply cinematic.

"Let me guess, you thought you would come here, and I would be frightened. You'd kidnap me, and I would cry in desperation. Then, it would be a remake of the last time we were together, but this time I wouldn't survive. That way, you and Killian would go unpunished. My question is, did you underestimate me so much that you didn't even bring a weapon to threaten me?" I say, watching him writhing in pain. Poor Steve, caught off guard. 

"If you think this is all, you're totally..." He tries to continue speaking, but I yank the knife out of his chest, and he's too busy feeling his blood leave his body to insult me. Oops...

"Dave, I think you can hear me. Ask Sam to come deal with Steve, near the bride's room. I'll continue with the plan." I compose myself, somewhat perplexed by what just happened, but the show must go on.

"Dave can't talk right now, but I'll pass the message to Sam. After all, Melisa... you were waiting for me, weren't you?" I get nervous hearing Killian's voice on the earpiece. Damn.

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[swan-of-sunrise]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part III)

Summary: (Y/N) takes a trip down to Delacroix to check in on Sam days after the international incident in Latvia, and their joined by an unexpected but welcomed guest.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a frank discussion of racism/bigotry

A/N: We’re in Delacroix for this chapter, so be prepared for lots of Sam and Bucky shenanigans! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part III) May 2024 Delacroix, Louisiana (Previous Chapter)

The first time (Y/N) had ever visited Delacroix, she was a down-on-her-luck twenty-six year old on the brink of spending yet another Thanksgiving by herself; her relationship with her parents was strained – it always had been, if she were being honest, but that year stood out as being particularly bad – and not even her brother’s pleas for peace could make both sides forgive and forget for the sake of the holidays. Her co-worker down at the VA and new roommate Sam kindly extended her an invitation to spend Thanksgiving in Louisiana with his family and town and after many assurances that she wouldn’t be a burden to them, she finally agreed. True to Sam’s word, his family and the entire small community of Delacroix welcomed her with open arms, and (Y/N) experienced the best Thanksgiving all because of their kindness and selfless generosity. Because of her flourishing career and various superhero-related incidents, she wasn’t able to visit as often as she wanted to since then but in the years following the Snap, she made it a point to regularly check in on Sarah Wilson and her two boys; she owed it to Sam’s memory to ensure that his family was doing okay after he Vanished and in the wake of losing her own daughter, it felt good to know that her emotional support was helping Sarah to take care of AJ and Cass.

“…shocking testimony on Capitol Hill ended with Walker being formally discharged from the Army and stripped of both his military rank and the title of Captain America. The ruling comes as the result of Walker’s shocking murder of an unnamed and unarmed member of the Flag Smashers on the streets of Riga, Latvia, recorded by several witnesses and posted onto social media for the world to see. According to several attendees within the closed hearing, Walker entered into a heated debate with one of the Congressional members when he attempted to cite his partner Lemar Hoskins’ tragic death to rationalize his unjustified actions and blamed the government for shaping his beliefs, but the council did not rescind their decision. No word yet on if Walker has surrendered the shield-”

(Y/N) switched her rental car’s radio to a grainy station playing Zydeco and sighed in irritation. “Nice to hear that the government’s taking responsibility for their own dumb-ass actions…”

Two days earlier, (Y/N) and Steve switched on WHiH just as the news broke and watched the uncensored video of Walker’s unprovoked actions in absolute horror. They kept calling Sam and didn’t stop until he finally picked up the phone and assured them that he and Bucky were safe, and then he explained how Walker got his hands on the Flag Smasher’s stolen super-soldier serum; he went on to tell them that he and Bucky confronted Walker after the murder and forcibly took the shield away from him, and he informed them that because the government stepped in they were benched until further notice. Six hours later, Sarah called and asked (Y/N) to come down to Delacroix out of concern for her brother’s mental health; after a brief discussion with Steve and ensuring that her husband, her daughter and their dog would be safe while she was gone, (Y/N) booked the first available flight to New Orleans.

When she finally reached the Wilson’s house, she parked behind Sam’s truck and pulled her duffel bag out of the trunk before heading up the driveway. She smiled when she saw her best friend repairing a fishing net alongside his nephews and their mother tuning up some equipment at the porch’s small table, and she called out, “Looks like Uncle Sam roped you guys into doing his chores again!”

“Auntie (Y/N)!” AJ and Cass exclaimed, jumping down from the porch and running across the lawn to give her hugs; she laughed and hugged both boys back as Sam and Sarah made their way over to them. “I got an A- on my English report!”

“And I won my class Spelling Bee!” AJ excitedly added.

“Good job, guys! I guess we’ll have to celebrate with the sweet treats I brought and some video games later, huh?” (Y/N) asked and glanced up at the older woman while the two boys did a celebratory dance. “If it’s okay with your mom, of course.”

Sarah smiled and nodded. “As long as you two make your beds before the school bus gets here and stick to your bedtime tonight, then it’s all right with me.” Both AJ and Cass ran back into the house to complete their chores and the two women shared a tight hug. “Thank you for comin’ so quickly, (Y/N),” She murmured before pulling away and gesturing towards the house. “I’ve gotta start packing their lunches, so I’ll let Sam show you to your room.”

Her best friend shot his sister a suspicious look that went ignored as she passed by and he shook his head in disbelief. “She’s a very sneaky person.”

“No, she’s a Wilson,” (Y/N) corrected, giving him a smile and wrapping her arms around him. “She knows when people need help and does whatever she can to get it to them, just like you.” Sam sighed and slowly relaxed into her embrace. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, but maybe later.” He pulled away and mustered up a smile for her benefit as he took her duffel bag from her and slung it over his own shoulder. “I guess I know why Sarah was changing the sheets in the guest bedroom last night. C’mon, Booksmart, we’ll get you settled and I’ll fix you up some breakfast.”

After (Y/N) freshened up and changed into clothing more suitable for the humidity of Louisiana, she came downstairs and sat at the kitchen counter eating the scrambled eggs and toast Sam cooked while the Wilson siblings discussed the ongoing issues concerning their family’s boat.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you last night when you were lookin’ all sad puppy dog in the rain,” Sarah patiently explained as she finished packing her sons’ lunches. “That’s why I gave (Y/N) a call.”

Sam sighed. “It was a rough day.”

His sister glanced away from the brown paper bags she was filling to look over at him. “You mean with Isaiah Bradley?”

“And what they did to him.”

Sarah exchanged a brief glance with (Y/N). “You wanna talk about it?”

“No,” Sam replied, his thumb thoughtfully stroking the rim of his coffee mug while he looked down. “I’m trying to figure out what it all means.”

“Okay, well, we’re both here for you…but as far as the boat is concerned, bottom line is that Mr. Dinh backed out.” Sarah pulled two Tupperware containers out of the refrigerator and packed them into bags. “I don’t know what to do; parts alone on that thing are gonna eat up most of what we get back.”

“Listen to me: don’t worry. I’m gonna fix the boat.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be off saving the world?” Sarah demanded while Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Why are you back here bothering me?”

He took a seat at the kitchen counter beside (Y/N) and replied, “‘Cause my family’s well-being is a part of the world.”

(Y/N) arched a knowing brow at her best friend. “So, you’re waiting for a lead?”

“…And the government stepped in and took control and kind of benched us…”

Both Sarah and (Y/N) chuckled and when AJ and Cass entered the kitchen with their backpacks, Sarah handed out their lunches and passed two extra bags over to Cass. “Please make sure Bennett and Elling each get one. Okay?”

“Okay!”

“All right.” Sarah gave her sons a bright smile as they headed out the back door. “Bye.”

“Have a good day at school, guys,” Sam added with a small wave.

“See you later, alligators!” (Y/N) called after them and once the screen door closed behind them, her smile faltered and she looked up at Sarah. “Bennett and Elling?”

The older woman nodded. “Bennett and Elling’s dad cannot get up before noon. Kids keep showin’ up hungry but are too proud to ask for any help.”

(Y/N)’s heart clenched in sympathy for both boys while Sam gave his sister a proud smile. “And you’re like Mom, feeding every kid in the neighborhood.” A strange expression suddenly crossed his features and before either woman could question him, he asked, “How many people still owe Mom and Dad something?”

“All of them. All that’s left, for sure.”

A smile slowly spread across (Y/N)’s face as she realized Sam’s idea. “In that case, it might be time for you two to call in a few favors…”

Sam reached into one of the kitchen cabinets and pulled out their address book. “I’m gonna fix this damn boat.”

He left the kitchen in a hurry and while he started making phone calls from the other room, Sarah shook her head and smiled. “A real man of action. I still don’t know how you lived with him all that time in D.C. without goin’ crazy.”

“It’s probably because I counteracted his unique brand of crazy with my own.” (Y/N) took her empty dishes to the kitchen sink and went about washing them as she continued. “If fixing up the boat helps get his mind off everything he’s been through these past few weeks, then I’m all for it; let him channel all those feelings into something productive instead of letting them boil up inside of him.”

“The only problem with that is that until he’s ready to face those feelings, he’s gonna get in my way and mess around with things he knows he doesn’t understand.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Well, that’s when you fight dirty and just push him off the side of the boat.”

Sarah laughed and as both women chatted while they worked on packing up lunch orders for Wilson Family Seafood, (Y/N) was pleased to see the stress momentarily leave the older woman’s eyes.

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The next day, (Y/N) joined the Wilson siblings and over half of Delacroix at the docks to help them repair Paul & Darlene; Sam had gone through his family’s entire address book and spent the day calling in each and every favor that he could, but even he seemed a little taken aback by how much of his community showed out to assist him and his sister in their time of need.

“Thank you so much for coming, Ms. Paddy,” (Y/N) smiled at the older woman standing before her and gestured towards the fold-out table further down the pier. “There’s coffee and fresh-baked banana bread for volunteers, and Sarah’s around here somewhere with a list of jobs and tasks that need to get done.”

“I’ll do anythin’, so long as it helps out those Wilson kids. Their mama and daddy did so much for this community before they passed, you know, and all while raisin’ themselves a couple of angels.” Ms. Paddy returned her smile with one of her own and patted her arm. “It was good seein’ you again, sugar. You give that husband and sweet baby of yours my best, you hear?”

After (Y/N) assured her that she would and she left to find Sarah amongst the crowd of volunteers, she headed over to where Sam stood beside a group of fishermen and their truck. “Check it out, Booksmart!” Sam excitedly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pointed at the wrapped machinery sitting in the truck bed. “Carlos and Tommy here brought a new diesel engine for us!”

“Sam, that’s amazing!” (Y/N) gave her best friend a hug before turning to the pair of fishermen. “Thank you guys so much!”

Carlos chuckled and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Hey, look, word goes out the Wilson family needs help? Well, we got a bit of usefulness in us.”

Sam beamed in happiness. “How do we get it off the truck?”

Before any of them could answer, the engine was easily lifted out of the truck bed and placed on the pier by none other than Bucky; the super-soldier dusted off his hands and adjusted the black glove he wore, seemingly unaware of the fishermen gaping in awe after witnessing him single-handedly lift a two-thousand pound piece of machinery. “You’re welcome.”

As the fishermen moved to help unload another truck, Sam shot (Y/N) a questioning look and she raised her hands in defense. “Don’t look at me, Birdbrain, I didn’t call him.” They both approached the bed of the truck as Bucky placed a sizable case onto the tailgate. “So, what brings you down to Delacroix, Bucky?”

“Just dropping this off. You can sign for it and I’ll go.” He patted the top of the case. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam exchanged a look with (Y/N), but the tell-tale sound of a burst pipe interrupted whatever he was going to say. “Sam!”

The three of them turned to see Sarah pointing to a pipe onboard the boat spewing concentrated steam into the air; Sam jogged over and boarded the boat, reaching for a wrench to try and tighten the pipe’s loose bolt but unable to see through the thick steam. With an exasperated sigh, Bucky followed after him and climbed over the edge, but not before giving Sarah a small wave. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Sarah replied with an uncharacteristically bashful smile that quickly dropped when she caught sight of the knowing smirk on (Y/N)’s face.

“Hold on, hold on…” Bucky guided Sam out of the way and took the wrench from him. “You gotta go up!”

The super-soldier succeeded in tightening the bolt and stopping the leak, and Sam stared at the pipe as he tossed the wrench down onto the open toolbox. “Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

“Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m right-handed.” Sam chuckled at that while Bucky took in their surroundings. “So, this is the boat, huh?”

“This is it.”

“It’s nice.” Bucky shuffled his feet and took a deep breath before asking, “You want any help?” (Y/N) smiled to herself when Sam gave him a relenting nod and led him towards the boat’s cockpit, and she made herself appear busy winding ropes when the super-soldier stopped to check Sarah out. “I’m Bucky.”

Sarah looked up from her clipboard and clutched it against her chest as she sweetly smiled at him. “Sarah.”

“Sarah…” Bucky tested out her name with a flirtatious grin on his lips and (Y/N) was forced to bite her lip to keep from laughing when she caught sight of Sam’s less-than-pleased expression.

When both men disappeared into the pilothouse, (Y/N) whistled low and giggled at the older woman’s flustered state. “Mm-hmm, it’s that Brooklyn charm, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon, Sarah, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you! He may be an old-fashioned gentleman but those big, bright, beautiful blue eyes were most definitely staring right at your-”

Sarah lightly smacked (Y/N)’s arm with her clipboard while (Y/N) laughed and followed after the two men. After doing away with his jacket and the glove he used to cover his vibranium hand, Bucky went to work helping (Y/N) sand the deck and scrape wood rot off the boat’s wooden surfaces; the super-soldier was a good working buddy, although she caught him distractedly practicing knife flips with the tools on more than one occasion, and he still managed to get on Sam’s nerves by using his enhanced strength and vibranium arm to easily complete his own tasks, which was to remove the rusted rail shear-line and repair the old wiring. While they worked, both men unconsciously relied on (Y/N) to ease the awkwardness born in the wake of their short time in Riga and while it felt a little like babysitting at times, she was just glad that they weren’t at each other’s throats anymore.

“You know, I never really saw the appeal of drinking beer after a long day of work…” (Y/N) took another sip of her beer and sighed as she rested her head against Sam’s arm. “But goddamn if this isn’t the best way to unwind.”

Sam hummed in agreement, but most of his attention was focused on the large metal case they’d brought onto the boat; they both suspected what its contents were and while (Y/N) thought it was wonderful that the Wakandans had made him new wings and a suit to match, she could see that Sam was still conflicted about taking the mantle of Captain America. Their focus was drawn away from the case when Bucky heaved a sigh and got to his feet.

“Well, gotta catch my flight tomorrow.” The super-soldier downed the last of his beer and set the empty bottle down onto the deck. “Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know? Then, I’ll have to get a ride to the airport…”

Sam snorted in amusement. “You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

Shrugging noncommittally, Bucky tossed his jacket over his arm and gestured towards the dock. “I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here,” Sam insisted and (Y/N) hid her surprise as she finished off her own beer. “The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small t-shirts or if you have six toes or if your mom’s your aunt.”

Bucky chuckled. “Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.”

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

“No.”

“’Cause if you do, I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and set her empty beer bottle down as she stood. “You’d better not let Sarah hear you talk like that, Birdbrain; I hear she’s got a mean right hook.” After giving her grumbling best friend a pat on the shoulder, she looped her arm around Bucky’s and led him back up onto the dock. “C’mon, we’ll take my rental and get you settled up at the house. We’re having Sarah’s homemade jambalaya for dinner, so I hope you brought your appetite with you.”

“Sounds delicious.” Bucky bit his lip and tried not to smile as he continued. “So, Sarah seems pretty nice…”

“She is. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s a damn good businesswoman and an even better mother…and she may or may not have a secret thing for one hundred and six-year-old super-soldiers.” (Y/N) grinned at the blush beginning to color Bucky’s cheeks.

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After a delicious dinner of homemade jambalaya with cornbread and a laughter-filled evening in which (Y/N) unsuccessfully attempted to teach AJ and Cass how to dance the Lindy Hop, everyone decided to call it a night and head off to bed. A brief text from Sam cut (Y/N)’s bedtime skincare routine short and she crept across the hall to his room, where he was sitting up against his headboard and staring unseeingly up at the ceiling; he asked her if they could talk about Isaiah Bradley and the shield and when she readily agreed, he waited for her to make herself comfortable on the comforter across from him before finally opening up to her.

Isaiah Bradley, an African-American soldier who enlisted in the Army just as the Cold War was beginning to take form, was one of hundreds of Black servicemen to be unknowingly turned into test subjects and experimented on with various recreations of Doctor Erskine’s super-soldier serum; the men were told that they were being administered tetanus shots and when it became apparent that the version administered to Isaiah was the most successful, an entire troop of Black soldiers was given the same version and sent out on dangerous combat missions as the Korean War raged on. While operating in Korea on Hydra’s behalf, Bucky first encountered Isaiah at a bar in Goyang in 1951 and their vicious fight led to Hydra considering Isaiah to be one of their most dangerous threats.

“God, it’s just like the Tuskegee Study.” (Y/N)’s stomach churned in horror as Sam silently nodded. “In 1943, Steve volunteered to be one of the SSR’s lab rats and he knew all the possible risks of receiving the serum. But those poor men…”

“If you think that’s bad, just wait until you hear what happened next.”

Around that same time, the other men in Isaiah’s troop had been weakened by the supposed successful super-soldier serum and were soon captured by enemy forces. The Army was planning on authorizing an Air Force strike on the POW camp in order to hide the ample evidence of illegal experimentation and the attempted recreation of Doctor Erskine’s lost work but when Isaiah caught wind of their plans, he single-handedly infiltrated and liberated the camp. He brought every single one of his fellow soldiers back to their base, but the imperfect serum running through their veins began killing them off one by one and for disobeying direct orders, Isaiah was imprisoned for thirty years.

“Steve once disobeyed orders and liberated almost four hundred men from one of Hydra’s POW camps, and they tried to award him a Medal of Valor.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and tightened her arms around her knees as she struggled to keep her anger in check. “The Army might not have gone through with their planned airstrike, but they killed those innocent men all the same. And they didn’t just lock Isaiah up for disobeying orders, those bastards locked him up to keep their illegal experimentation going. That’s what happened to him, isn’t it? They kept experimenting on him for those thirty years?”

“Not just the Army. No, the CIA and even Hydra took samples of his blood to try and replicate the super-soldier serum.”

During his incarceration, Isaiah wrote letters to his wife Faith but his captors never sent them and they even withheld the letters she’d written to him; she’d apparently been told that he was still fighting in Korea and once the conflict was drawing to a close, she was incorrectly informed that Isaiah had been killed in action. Faith passed away while Isaiah was imprisoned but in the 1980’s, a nurse took pity on Isaiah and faked his death, helping him escape the facility he’d been kept in and even gifting him all of the letters they’d withheld. He relocated to Baltimore and lived in anonymity, raising his grandson Eli and mourning the life that had been taken away from him by those who refused to accept a that there could ever be a Black Captain America.

(Y/N) was struggling to hold back her tears by the time Sam finished his story and when she spotted the grief in his reddened eyes, she wordlessly scooted across the bed and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. She always thought that she had a handle on the many atrocities of America’s past, but then she’d find herself learning about yet another barbaric incident and go right back to square one; it’s no wonder Isaiah became embittered and pessimistic about what the shield represents, she thought as she buried her face in the crook of Sam’s neck, his life has been nothing short of a nightmare because of it.

“He said that he didn’t want his story to be told to the world because he’s afraid of how people will react but (Y/N), we’ve gotta tell his story. He and every one of those Black men who died so that the government could try to recreate that goddamn serum…they all deserve to have their stories told, and this country needs to be held responsible for what it did to them.” Sam pulled away to look at her, his brown eyes still tinged with red but filled with a newfound determination. “And I’ve got a few ideas about how to do it. How much goodwill do you think you have with the Smithsonian?”

A smile slowly started to spread across her face at her best friend’s implication. “Enough for me to convince them to add an entire room to their Captain America exhibit. Just give me a week so that I can write up everything you told me and make a phone call to Rhodey; if the Air Force was involved like Isaiah said they were, then he might be able to find some buried files we can use to corroborate Isaiah’s story. Once everything’s squared away with the directors of the Air and Space Museum, I can have Greg get me into contact with The New York Times; I’ve written op-eds for them before, and I have a feeling they’ll be interested in running a story like this.”

“Thank you, Booksmart. I really owe you one, don’t I?”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing, Birdbrain. Except…” (Y/N) trailed off and her eyes flicked over to Sam’s dresser tucked beneath his Louisiana University pennant, where nearly a dozen framed photographs were neatly organized across its surface. There were several photographs from Sam’s childhood – vacations with his parents and Sarah, cookouts, family gatherings and graduations – but many of them were more recent; Sam and (Y/N) working at the VA’s front desk together, a family portrait of Sarah and Henry with their infant sons AJ and Cass, a selfie that Natasha and Sam took with Steve and (Y/N) at their engagement party, and a group photograph of the Avengers they’d taken after Tony and Natasha’s funeral. Sam Wilson’s entire life was on display on that dresser, all the successes and failures he’d experienced and all the lifelong connections he’d made along the way, and as she looked at the framed photographs, she knew in her heart that there was no one on Earth better suited to carry the mantle of Captain America. “Knowing what you know now about Isaiah Bradley and the history of Black super-soldiers in America, promise me you’ll reconsider what to do about the shield? You don’t have to make a decision now or even ever, but just take the time to think it over on your own and without anyone telling you what they think you should do.”

Sam pursed his lips and nodded. “I will. We should probably get some sleep; you’ve got a long flight you’ve gotta catch tomorrow, and I’ve got a water pump to take apart and fix.”

“Sarah’s going to kick your ass if she finds you messing around with that water pump,” (Y/N) lightly scolded but smiled at the mischievous grin on her best friend’s face. “But I guess that’s why you’ll be getting up bright and early, huh?”

“You’re a very perceptive woman.” He pressed a chaste kiss onto her forehead and his smile softened. “G’night, (Y/N).”

“‘Night, Sam.” After giving Sam one last hug, (Y/N) left his room and returned to hers. She crawled into bed and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before reaching for her cell phone and FaceTiming Steve; when her husband’s tired face appeared on her screen, she felt a surge of guilt and sighed. “Damn, I forgot about the time zone difference. I’m sorry for waking you up-”

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Steve interrupted, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes as he started to sit up in bed. “You look upset.”

“Everything’s fine, sweetheart, it’s just…Sam told me more about Isaiah Bradley and what happened to him, and I…” Her voice caught in her throat and she blinked away the fresh wave of tears. “I just really needed to see you and Carina.”

Steve’s expression softened with understanding. “Okay, sunshine. Cari’s sleeping right now, so why don’t I let you see her for a minute and then I’ll play the piano for you until you fall asleep?”

(Y/N) nodded and after he crept into Carina’s nursery to show her their sleeping daughter, he closed her door and sat himself at the small piano in their living room, cursing under his breath as he struggled to lean his cell phone against one of her writing awards on the piano’s lid. When he finally succeeded, he sat back and hovered his fingers over the black-and-white keys and she quietly spoke. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” Her husband gave her a gentle smile; she longed for nothing more than to have his arms wrapped around her but until she returned home to Maine the next day, she’d have to make do with the comfort of his loving gaze. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

While Steve softly played, (Y/N) felt her eyelids grow heavy and the sweet melody soon faded away as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next day, (Y/N) tossed her duffel bag into the trunk of her rental car and leaned against the bumper as she watched Sam and Bucky throwing the shield across the front yard, smiling to herself when she realized that they were actually talking things out. She said her goodbyes to Sarah, AJ and Cass earlier that morning as the older woman left to see what her brother and handsome guest were up to at Paul & Darlene and the children left for school; Sarah thanked her for being there for Sam and (Y/N) thanked Sarah for inviting her, both women sharing a meaningful hug before she hurried off to chastise her brother at the dock.

And to think, only a week ago they were at each other’s throats, (Y/N) silently remarked, pushing herself off the bumper as both men shook hands and started making their way towards her. “Ready to head out, Bucky?”

“Mm-hmm,” Bucky replied as he placed his backpack into the car’s trunk and shut its lid. “Gotta have plenty of time to explain the metal arm to the TSA agents, after all.”

Sam chuckled. “Makes sense to me. Thanks for the help, man, it meant a lot.”

“’Course.” Bucky smiled and clapped his shoulder before climbing into the passenger seat of the rental car.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist and smiled when he gave her a one-armed hug. “Take care of yourself, Birdbrain. If you need anything, anything at all, I’m only a phone call away. Okay?”

“Copy that, Booksmart. Have a safe flight.” Sam pulled away and flashed her his trademark grin. “Give Steve and the little cutie-pie my best.”

Getting into the driver’s seat, (Y/N) gave her best friend one last wave before switching the engine on and driving away from the Wilson’s home. The drive from Delacroix to Louis Armstrong New Orleans Airport was a little over an hour long, so (Y/N) passed the time humming along to her Big Band playlist while Bucky silently stared out the passenger-side window; the super-soldier didn’t say anything until they passed through Chalmette and when he did, his words made her brows furrow in confusion.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” She glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye but remained silent as he continued. “I realized a while ago that I never apologized to you for my actions that day at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre, so I’d like to do that now.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to reassure him that he hadn’t hurt her, that the Winter Soldier was the one who nearly killed her in Berlin and not him, but she found herself closing her mouth as she considered the super-soldier seated beside her. While he never intentionally did the things he did as the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes still did them; it was his hands that committed those heinous acts for over seventy years and whenever he closed his eyes, all he saw were the lives he took played over and over on a never-ending loop. The only way to heal from those decades of trauma was to accept that while he wasn’t guilty of anything, it was still he who did those things and once he acknowledged that, he could begin to move on from his past as the Winter Soldier. The Certified Kick-Ass Counselor strikes again, (Y/N) thought to herself with an inward smile, happy that Sam had put his counseling skills to good work and that Bucky had taken his wise words to heart.

“I accept your apology, Bucky, and I forgive you.” She gave him a smile and he shakily released the breath he’d been holding. “Do you feel better?”

“Actually, I do,” Bucky admitted as he straightened up in his seat. “Would it be okay if I came up to Rockport to visit you three? Not until all this business with Karli and the Flag Smashers is over and done, of course…”

(Y/N) nodded. “We’d love to have you! Steve’s been dying to show you all the art he’s been working on, and I just know that Cari will want to see her Uncle Bucky again.”

The two of them fell into easy conversation that lasted until after she returned her rental car and only ended when she received a text as they made their way into the airport. Assuming that it was only Steve checking in before her flight, (Y/N) pulled her cell phone out to answer but was taken by surprise to see that it was a brief text from Sam.

Birdbrain: Can you send me the link to your workout playlist? I’m gonna need some good music to listen to if I’m gonna master using this shield 😉

“Something wrong, doll?”

(Y/N) shook her head and as her lips curved into a grin, she looked up at Bucky and held up her phone so that he could read Sam’s subtle decision. “Actually, Bucky, everything’s looking pretty damn good to me.”

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part IV)

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1K Followers Bingo Game!! 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I want to thank every single one of you guys for your support and follows! I cannot believe thisss. I am so happy you've enjoyed my writing and you've all helped me reach 1,000 followers.

❤️‍🔥🥰 Enjoy one of my favorite Bucky gifs as a token of my appreciation. <3

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Soooo I saw @espinosaurusrexex create this bingo game for their 1k celebration and I thought it was an amazing idea! All credits go to @espinosaurusrexex (ps their blog is AMAZINGGGG, so pls check it out!)

Here's Everything you need to know for the game! I hope you guys like it and participate! (most of the writing going forward comes from @espinosaurusrexex's blog to give credit)

❗️BINGO❗️

As a celebration for this milestone, I would like to host a Writing Bingo Game (inspired by @blooming-violets).

The rules are simple:

Chose a prompt from the card and tell me other details you'd like me to include. (Also, if you would like me to integrate one of the prompts to my past stories pls comment that too <3)

Send them to me through an ask

I will write requests in order of submission and then cross the prompts off. And you can be damn sure I'll pure my heart and soul into that shit. [click here to see what has been submitted already]

BINGO! The game is finished when a row, column or diagonal is completed.

I also don't gatekeep, so please feel free to use this card for your own writing challenges, but make sure to tag me, so I can see what beautiful things you create with it 💗

Green means completed and Yellow means working on it!

You can find the complete master list here!

Last update: June 26th.

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

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Again, thank you for your support and thank you Meg for this amazing Bingo game!

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Oh! You're playing a fanfic game!

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. (any fandom! or all the fandoms!)

OH HELL I've had this open for like two days because I was sure I was forgetting someone. But then I forgot the post. I'm just a stranger here in this tumbling land.... ANYWAY, the answer: Y'all, this is what 12 years of friendship looks like: the perfect question 😈 First up is Mr. Joshua Lyman from The West Wing or, as @sarapod recently called him, the ultimate Emotional Support Trash Object. He's ridiculous and he's Wrong a lot but he's incredibly good at his job so I love the combo of competence porn while fucking him over, basically. Also this is hilarious of me to say because the only two TWW fics I've managed to finish and post are fluffy and cute. All the bits where I just throw shit at Josh and make him suffer are drafts on my laptop or languishing in emails and texts between me and Imp. I mostly like to make him head over heels for Sam and stupid about it. Second is a tie between Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy from the 09 reboot. Cuz really Bones has never done anything wrong in his life (that's a lie) but by virtue of his proximity to Jim he ends up suffering a lot. I'm obsessed with this series I've been writing for like 10 years where they're crazy about each other but have to keep their hands to themselves because if they were caught fraternizing they'd be assigned to different ships. (...spaceships, not relationships.) It lets me hammer at the Jim Kirk characterization from TOS that I love so much: he's incredibly good at his job but he'd be a happier person if he wasn't. The way he talks about the Enterprise in The Naked Time: "Love. You're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine. This vessel, I give, she takes. She won't permit me my life. I've got to live hers." Perfection, no notes.

Chris Beck and Mark Watney from The Martian. This one's almost too easy though cuz. Ya know. Chris leaves his husband behind on Mars. But it's delicious.

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and to a lesser extent Sam Wilson. I'm extremely fond of 'we were in love but we never talked about it' for Steve/Bucky and then Bucky being left to deal with the fallout of loving and losing Steve without any kind of closure, but then working it out like a damn adult with Sam Wilson.

Everyone on MASH suffers enough thanks to the narrative but if I'm gonna make anyone suffer on purpose it's gonna be BJ. Other honorable mentions go to @impishtubist and me's very specific iteration of Sherlock John and Lestrade from the series we cowrote in 2011 where like...we knew from the very beginning that the story was going to end with Lestrade's death. I also kinda like making JLM!Sherlock suffer but again I've only finished a couple of Elementary stories.

Okay I'm gonna hit post before I forget again! THANKS IMP YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME MWAH

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 2

Word Count:  2.8k

Warnings:  Major Trigger warnings!  Postpartum, mental health, talking of self harm/harming others, angst.

‘Look at those stupid little beady eyes.  How she’s pretending to be all sweet, tucked away in his arms.  But really, she’s not.  She’s judging you,’ your inner voice scoffed as you looked at the newborn that your husband held tucked safely in his arms.  She was barely awake, but her eyes bore into your very soul as you glared at her from your spot on the hospital bed, ‘she’s going to hate you because you’re a terrible mother.’

“Baby?” You looked up, surprise written on your features as your husband gave you a sad, but curious look.  It was like he could read the emotions that were written on your face.  He frowned, almost afraid to ask, “you okay there, momma bear?”

You faked a smile and nodded as you smoothed down the blanket that covered your lower half, “ye-yeah…I-I’m fine…perfectly fine, Andy…”

“…baby…”

Your smile fell away as your bottom lip instantly began to quiver.  You felt the tears rushing up to your eyes before you could stop them, and they gave you a glassy, hollow look that you could see in the reflection of the window that you looked at to avoid looking at Andy. 

You heard a vague noise in his general direction.  A shift in the air before Andy was quickly on the bed beside you, his weight causing the mattress pad to dip, “hey…”

Your face was in his hands. 

His thumbs were delicately wiping the tears that streamed down your cheeks. 

Your newborn lay sleeping in the little clear bed beside your own. 

Andy’s full attention was on you. 

The only thing that left your throat as your lips parted was a broken sob.  He was quick to swipe you up into his arms and cradle you, instantly knowing that you were going through postpartum all over again.  But this time, he was ready for it.  He was ready to take care of you.

“It’ll be okay, baby,” he promised as he smoothed your hair down while you sobbed.   You tried to focus on the words, instead of how he said them.  Tried to pretend that he didn’t sound as scared on the outside as you felt on the inside.  But when his voice cracked, and you could hear the edge of nervousness, you lost the hope you had reserved that you would make it through, “we’ll make it through, baby.  I’m right here.  Me and Michael.  We’re here baby.  We’ll take care of you…we’ll make it through!”

“Would anyone else like to share?”

You stared at the floor.  You’d been part of the group for years; starting to go to one when you and Andy had first gotten back together, and you were researching support groups for women who suffered from postpartum.  But instead, you ended up in a support group for parents with children who had unstable families. 

Andy and you had tried the best that you could to provide a good life for Michael and Ashley.  But you were…unstable at best.  Some days were fine, but most you had struggled with your own thoughts. 

And up until this point, you’d seen your fair share of people in the group.  They would come and go, often getting over what they feared.  Junkies would stop showing when they got through parenting classes or hooked back on their drug of choice.  Foster parents would disappear when the state reassigned their ‘problem child.’ 

You’d heard everyone’s stories.

But you never spoke.

None of them knew your story. 

“Sasha…”

Your head shot up and you looked at the woman leading the group.  You were familiar with her, and it wasn’t from just the group.  

Melissa Barnes. 

She was your best friend’s stepmother…and she’d been like a mother to all of you when no one else was there. 

She had married your dad’s best friend, Bucky Barnes, back when you were just a kid.  She’d had Jasper with him, before ultimately the two of them got a divorce.  And back when Jasper was young, Bucky had been a little unstable himself, allowing Jasper to get seriously injured, and causing a fracture in the trust that bound their relationship together. 

Only, she and Bucky were addicted to one another more than a junkie to their chosen poison. 

They were like a faulty light switch…at least, that’s what your dad always said. 

‘Buck just can’t seem to get away from her, sweetheart…can’t seem to get out from between her thighs, and she can’t seem to get out of his wallet.’ 

You’d later learned that what your father said about her wasn’t right.  She’d had her own money and never took anything from Bucky, while your dad had tried to get with her on many occasions, to which she had said no. 

But what started your relationship with her in adulthood was the fact that you and her had fallen pregnant around the same time.   You with Ashley, your second child with Andy, and her with Rebecca, her second child with the man you’d lovingly called Uncle Bucky your entire life. 

Melissa was almost like a beloved aunt to you.  And she’d been the one to suggest the support group that she ran. 

But you shook your head, “I-I don’t know…I don’t think anyone wants to hear my story…”

“We are in a safe place, Sasha,” she offered gently, looking straight through you, “you’ve been here for years, sweetheart…maybe you should talk about it.”

“Really…I’m fine…”

“I-if she doesn’t want to speak, I’ll speak.”

You looked up. 

A man who was seated a few chairs away from you was raising his hand.  How you had managed to miss him in the first place was a mystery to you. 

He looked very rough and tumble in his thick flannel and jeans that clung to muscular, thick thighs.  He slid his beanie off his head and onto his lap, and you found yourself noticing small parallels that he’d held to Andy. 

While his hair was tight and kept cut closer than Andy’s, they seemed to share a similar bone structure, and eye color.  Though, this mystery man definitely was more outdoorsy than your own husband, and much broader.  And definitely younger than Andy.

“Okay…well, thank you for offering to share,” Melissa smiled, “the floor is yours…”

“Curtis…” the man said quietly, instantly fidgeting with the beanie in his lap, “My name is Curtis.”

“Well, Curtis, this is a safe space.  You can speak about anything that you would like to here…no judgement.”

He gave a firm, but sad smile and looked away from her and back to you, before swallowing a lump that had been growing in his throat.

“Well…I-I don’t know how these things go…what do I even say?”

“Whatever you would like to tell us.”

“Okay,” he muttered, looking around.  His knee started bouncing and he bit his bottom lip, “I guess I’ll start by explaining why I feel guilty, or rather, the unstable part of my daughter’s life…I didn’t do anything wrong…at least, I thought I didn’t…but I guess it went wrong from the moment I told my daughter’s mother that I loved her and began the relationship…”

He looked around, his gaze stopping short on you once more.  His foot bounced nervously again and he started chewing nervously on his lip, “I-I know that we try not to place the blame on others…but my wife-well, in the process of being my ex-wife…she-she manipulated me…she manipulated our daughter into existence…I guess that’s the subtle way of saying what she did…but the more she got into her pregnancy, a pregnancy that she purposefully wanted and started on her own accord, she did things that she knew could harm her…she did things that would cause my daughter to be born deaf like drinking and using party drugs.  Now-I-I never planned on having my little girl, but she’s my best friend.  I-I learned sign language, and I’ve been teaching it to her as she grows so that she can communicate.  H-her mother wants to get her a cochlear implant so she’ll be normal…so she won’t be defective…that’s what she calls her…but I just-I just want my little girl to be happy and safe…and despite her being with someone who should be the safest person on the planet, I just feel anxious and guilty when she’s away from me. I feel like I let her down every time she has to go back to her mother…I guess I came to this support group because I’m looking for just that…support.  Or at least the feeling of not being alone in the world…I-I don’t know.  I’m sorry for speaking…”

You watched as Melissa gave him a sympathetic look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Andy had felt a similar way about you.  Sure…you hadn’t ever hurt Ashley, despite what your mind had told you to do otherwise, but you wondered if he felt the same guilt every time you had the kids alone. 

And your heart ached. 

“Thank you for sharing, Curtis…I’m sure you’ll see that as the weeks go on and you get to know some of the people sitting here with us that we’re all in a similar boat,” she announced, bringing the meeting to a close, “we are all here because we care about our children in one way or another, but know that the life they’re living may not be the most stable.  And that’s okay…because everyone needs some help sometimes.”

“I just-I want her to be okay!”

“We all want the best for our children, Curtis…thank you for sharing your story.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, on that note, I think we’re at a good stopping point,” Melissa said gently, allowing the weight of the man’s words to sit in the room as she looked to the clock that hung over the door, “if any  of you would like to stay around and chat, we have our coffee and snacks…I hope all of you have a good night…and remember, none of you are alone in what you feel.  Your feelings are valid.  And we are all here because we’re trying to be better for our children.”

A few people clapped, but most of them began their journey back out into the real world, where they could forget everything that had been said in the community centers’ basement for the past hour and a half. 

You stood, already starting to gather your bag.  You turned, ready to leave, when you were met with a strong chest. 

“I-I’m sorry I-“

“Curtis…”

The man smiled at you, looking happy that you remembered his name.

“I-I didn’t mean to run into you, I-“

“It was my fault.”

“No, it was mine,” he declared, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.  I guess, I just felt so vulnerable after talking that I just tried to make a bee-line for the door.”

“You and I both,” You joked gently, “I uh-I’m sorry, again.”

“Hey…I know this may come across as odd, but would you like to get some coffee or something…o-outside of this place?” he asked quickly, “I-if you don’t want to, it’s okay, I just…it seems like we could both use someone to talk to.”

You bit your lip, ashamed of how easy he seemed to read you, but you nodded regardless, “there’s a diner a block from here…”

“Yeah,” he smiled, nodding along as he slid the beanie back onto his head, “okay…th-that sounds great.”

“THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, SASHA?” Andy all but screamed as he threw down a manilla envelope on the island.  A few pictures scattered across it and your stomach turned at the images that your husband was questioning you about.  Tears began to fill your eyes, and you felt like you were living a waking nightmare as your eyes stayed glued to the pictures, “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY YOU’RE COZYING UP TO, HUH?”

“Thank you,” you whispered gently as Curtis walked you back to your car.  The lot had cleared out from the meeting just a few hours ago, and he’d insisted on making sure you made it safely back to your car before heading to his own.  You handed him back the jacket which he’d draped over your shoulders, and he gave you a soft look, “I-I really needed that, Curtis…so thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied softly.  He took his jacket and laid it on the hood of your car as you opened the door and tossed your purse in.  You bit your lip and crossed your arms, leaning back between the door and the rest of the car’s frame, not quite ready to call it a night, “do you have far to drive…to get home?”

“Just about fifteen minutes,” you admitted with a non-committed shrug, “live on the city limits…you?”

“About half an hour.  Live up in the mountains outside city limits,” he chuckled, “breathing the mountain air without the smog…”

“That sounds nice.”

“It is…” The two of you stood in an awkward silence for a few moments, before he finally spoke again, “hey…uh…text me when you get home?  So I know that you got there safe and all?”

You felt a blush rising on your cheeks, “worried I’m going to get carjacked or kidnapped, mountain man?”

“You can never be too careful, especially not in the city, Sash…”

You sighed, relenting, “I’ll text you, Curtis…”

“Good…”

He took a few steps forward, and you felt him press in between the door and the frame.  A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned down.  You leaned up, ready to hug him, but you were surprised when his lips touched your own. 

You immediately backed up, shock smacking you across the face like a freight train.  Your hand raced to your mouth and you were covering it, “Curtis!  What-what was that?  I-I’m married!”

“I-I’m sorry,” he said quickly, instantly taking a few steps back, “I thought you-I was reading the signals wrong…shit…I’m sorr-“

“I’m married.”

“Shit…” he sighed heavily, “I’m sorry, Sasha….I-“

“I should go….”

“Sasha, wai-

“It’s not what you think, Andy…”

“You’re fucking kissing another man, Sasha…tell me how it is not what I think it is.” he spat, glaring at the photos that lay scattered across the island, “you didn’t just accidentally run into his lips.  The guy’s at least half a foot taller than you.”

The breakfast that you were making for your little family lay forgotten on the stove.  The kitchen began to smell of burnt bacon and stale pancakes as you stood in horror.  Your mouth opened and closed a few times, but you didn’t know what to say to Andy.

“GOD DAMN IT SASHA!” Andy all but screamed, his hand sweeping the pictures off the island in an instant.  You jumped, your hands flailing, knocking the two closest pans to the ground.  Burnt scrambled egg covered the floor, and bacon grease splashed across the hardwood and hit your bare legs. 

You cursed, nearly jumping back onto the counter as the pans clattered with the squishy and burnt mess on the floor, “Andy, I-“

“YOU SAID THAT THIS TIME WAS GOING TO BE DIFFERENT!” he hissed, his eyes wild with rage, “YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE OVER IT, BECAUSE YOU WERE GETTING THE HELP YOU NEEDED IN THAT SUPPORT GROUP.  IS THIS THE HELP, SASHA?  WERE YOU JUST FUCKING ANOTHER MAN TO GET RID OF THE FEELINGS OF DISDAIN YOU HOLD FOR YOUR LIFE?  HUH?  DO YOU HATE US THAT MUCH?  DO YOU HATE ME FOR GIVING YOU THE THINGS YOU ASKED FOR?  FOR TREATING YOU LIKE A QUEEN?”

“Andy-“

“I GAVE YOU FUCKING EVERYTHING, SASHA!  I WORK SO HARD TO MAKE SURE THAT YOUR LIFE IS PICTURE FUCKING PERFECT!”  he screamed, slamming his hands down on the island, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORK.  YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIFT A FINGER, OTHER THAN TO RAISE OUR CHILDREN.  AND HERE YOU ARE FUCKING ANOTHER MAN!”

“I’m not fucking anyone else!”

“WELL YOU’RE FUCKING KISSING THIS ASSHOLE IN THE PICTURES!”

“Mom?  Dad?”

Both of you froze. 

Michael stood in the entryway of the kitchen, Ashley beside him. 

“Get the fuck out, Sasha.”

Your eyes went wide as they snapped back to your husband.  He wasn’t looking at your children.  But he was giving you a look so hostile that you thought he might snatch you up by your hair just to toss you out.

“Wh-what?”

“Get the fuck out of my house, Sasha…” Andy spat.

“Dad, what are you doing?” Michael asked, eyes wide as he let go of his little sister’s hand and stepped towards his father, “mom is-“

“Your mom is nothing but a greedy whore,” he hissed, his eyes never leaving you as he spoke to his son, “and I’m fucking done trying to fix her.  Sasha, get dressed, and get the fuck out of my house.  I’m filing for a divorce.  I’m done with you, once and for all!”

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog

Chapter 3

#ex wives club #bad girls club #good girls club #andy barber #defending jacob #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #chris evans characters

[themculibrary]

Cooking Masterlist

101 on dating your Asgardian Prince by Tony Stark (ao3) - Intoxic loki/tony M, 21k

Summary: Sequel to "It runs in the family"! All the steps that Tony took to "according to Thor" properly court Loki.

A Bun (Well, Cookies) in the Oven (ao3) - EachPeachPearPlum pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Pepper is tired, achy, and has had more than enough of people telling her she's glowing. Fortunately, Tony is a genius, and knows just how to cheer her up.

It's just a pity cooking isn't one of his strengths.

American Pie (ao3) - MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66) steve/bucky G, 5k

Summary: Steve starts making cooking videos and Bucky starts working at the Tower as the new chef.

Assassins Should Not Be Pastry Chefs (ao3) - empathyandapathy clint/natasha G, 1k

Summary: Prompt from tumblr user avengingthefandom. Clint and Natasha cooking and making a mess, because what else would happen?

Caring for a Human (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 2k

Summary: There was a constant low level fear that had settled at the back of Thor's mind. Humans were a fragile race, though constantly trying to hide that fact, and Thor hated the reminder of it in Tony’s exhausted eyes. He hated how the sight of fever flushed cheeks and the sound of a raspy voice made that fear slam to the front of his mind.

Day 12/13: Cooking together and learning a craft (ao3) - milk_bread_15 peter/wade G, 2k

Summary: 5 times someone cooked for Peter and one time he successfully cooked.

dedicated to the one i love (ao3) - 18kiwis gamora/peter T, 6k

Summary: Gamora’s not the best chef. Okay, she’s downright awful, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.

Or, 5 times Gamora (unsuccessfully) cooks and 1 time she doesn’t cook at all.

Delicious, Divine, Dubious (ao3) - ABSOLute06 T, 7k

Summary: Peter Parker, despite his intelligence being well known, somehow ended up being a cook. But hey, he became the private chef for the Avengers! Now he just needs to hide his identity as Spider-Man at work. Not like hiding it from May's husband was annoying and tiring enough. Well, May's support and help - yes, she knows he is Spidey - is taking a load of that issue. But still.

Of all men of New York, why in the world did May marry J. Jonah Jameson? Of all people!

Food for the Heart (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony G, 14k

Summary: After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipies are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn’t so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

Now What? (ao3) - scottxlogan bucky/clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: When Natasha leaves the tower after getting frustrated with Clint and Bucky's repeating fighting, the two are left wondering if this is the end of their relationship. Fearing the worst the two work together to try to get in good graces with Natasha all over again.

Quiet Heart (ao3) - BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees jason/matt E, 36k

Summary: “Go study in New York, they said,” he grumbled. “It’ll be fine, they said. You won’t be coming across vigilantes dumped in dumpsters like yesterday’s trash.”

Smell of childhood (ao3) - melitta4ever bucky/tony G, 811

Summary: Even genius playboys cook. Occasionally.

Spice (ao3) - im95notdead G, 2k

Summary: Try though he might, Bruce struggled to be around Wanda.

Them Apples (ao3) - tielan maria/steve G, 2k

Summary: Supersoldiers cannot live on apples alone, but they can live on home cooking.

X-Mas Cookies (ao3) - Magan_Strimer G, 1k

Summary: Just a few avengers baking for the holidays with some guest star help. Do not leave Wade and Peter anywhere near loose flour. Cooking chaos ensues.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #cooking #cooking masterlist #food tw #food

[truessences]

Who is on you Hollywood/celebrity boyfriend list hahaha 😂

Okay!

So lol, there are some levels to this. I have a husband and then the rest are boyfriends or (formerly lol or those who never quite made the list but I have my eye on) lol. It's a little crazy but meh I don't care lol. I would never disrespect these people if I ever got to meet them as a fan of their work. Not to mention, some are married or dating and I'm not delusional lol.

Husband: Michael B. Jordan (since 2014 when I saw him in That Awkward Moment. I will watch whatever he is in even if it's not great lol. I'm supportive lol)

Boyfriends Tier 1:

James McAvoy (since 2005 when he was Mr. Tumnus in The Chronicles of Narnia, I remember my reaction to seeing him on screen lol)

Rami Malek (since 2006 when he took those wrappings off as Ahkmenrah in Night at the Museum)

Chris Evans (since about 2005, when he was Johnny Storm in Fantastic Four, then I saw Cellular and Not Another Teen Movie)

Oscar Isaac (2015- I'd seen him in many things prior to him being Poe Dameron but he's such a chameleon I never knew. But Poe Dameron did it for me lol. He is actually my hall pass 🤣. You can ask me why lol)

Boyfriends Tier 2:

Daniel Kaluuya- My gosh, I find him so sexy, soft spoken, intelligent... whew lol

Austin Butler- Newly Officially Added (I've liked him and his work for a long time, got a little obsessed back when I first watched The Shannara Chronicles but he's not in enough stuff for me to go and obsess over him but after Elvis, gotta add him lol. I've rewatched the movie and will continue to rewatch it for him specifically)

Sebastian Stan- Not sure when exactly lol (I first saw him The Covenant, which I watched for Chace Crawford lol, but he didn't grab me then. I'd seen him in lots of stuff after but I think him as Jefferson in OUAT was what got me, then officially him as Bucky specifically in The Winter Soldier and I've been down that rabbit hole ever since lol)

Mena Massoud- Lower Tier 2 (Aladdin obviously lol but I want to see him in more stuff... I want him and Rami Malek to play brothers. I'ma supportive girlfriend lol)

Former Boyfriends of My Roster (or they're not quite on there but I can get a little obsessed with them or I have in the past)

Orlando Bloom- Former (first celeb crush I can remember, I was obsessed)

Chace Crawford- Former (How I got here was interesting but also obsessed)

Elliot Knight- Not sure if I ever made this official lol (when he took that hood off and smiled as Merlin in OUAT, I was smitten lol and I was quickly down the rabbit hole because then I found Sinbad, which was unjustly cancelled on that ending)

Jensen Ackles- Attractive (I can get a little obsessed but he's never made it officially on my list... it might be more Dean Winchester than anything lol)

Tom Hiddleston- Attractive mostly (Obviously because of Loki lol but he was never officially on the list but I did go and watch everything he was in I could find after Avengers (2012)

Kit Harrington- Attractive (from GOT obviously and I also went and watched things he was in outside of GOT)

Chai Hansen- Saw him in Mako Mermaids but didn't fully look at him different till New Legends of Monkey lol (I went and watched Shadowhunters from the beginning because he was in S3 lol and I can't just jump into the middle of the story 😆)

Anyways, that's a lot but yep!

#celebrity boyfriends #celebrity crushes #true answers #michael b jordan #Oscar Isaac #james mcavoy #Rami Malek #Chris Evans #Austin Butler #daniel kaluuya #Mena Massoud #Jensen Ackles #Tom Hiddleston #Kit Harrington #Chai Hansen #Elliot Knight #Chace Crawford #Orlando Bloom

[strangermarvelss]

UPDATED wip fic list (week of august 15th-21st)

☀︎-fluff | ✧-angst | ♡-smut

eddie munson

a simple favor☀︎♡ (coming monday, august 15th @ 7pm EST)

you ask eddie to help you out with something, causing him to act different

second best pt 3✧☀︎ (coming wednesday, august 17th @ 7pm EST)

with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice

you know me✧☀︎ (coming soon!)

you and eddie both survive vecna's assault on hawkins, but things may not be 100% okay

movin' on✧☀︎ (coming soon)

with graduation around the corner, eddie begins to plan for his new life outside of hawkins. you have a different vision than he does

the pain of letting you go✧ (coming soon)

you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

steve harrington

to choose a lover✧☀︎ (coming friday, august 19th @ 7pm EST)

steve can't decide who he truly wants to be with: nancy wheeler or you

stucky- steve rogers and bucky barnes

happier pt.6✧☀︎ (coming soon!)

the aftermath of a breakup (inspired by “happier” by olivia rodrigo)

peter parker (mcu)

first birthday✧☀︎ (coming soon!)

peter parker celebrates his first birthday after the events of no way home. you ask him about some things that are still a bit of a touchy subject for him

hey guys! just wanted to let you all know this will most likely be the last week for a while where i post 3 times a week, moving closer to only 2 because my internship starts soon and my main focus will be on that! it'll most likely be an update on the eddie series when i start dropping that, then a one-shot of either stranger things or marvel. i will still be writing friday-sunday and interact with you all during the week :) ily and thank you for all the support y'all give me, it means a lot.

#wip #stranger things #marvel #stranger things fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stucky x reader #angst #fluff #smut #steve harrington x reader #peter parker x reader

[sarifinasnightmare]

Can I get Sarah and Bucky number 6 on the arranged marriage plots?

Okay @ivorylei a number 6 coming up! Not quite an arranged marriage and not quite the typical Hades/Persephone story.

Stealing the Groom

“Brother why? Not like this!”

“You’ve been admiring him for years. He’s yours now.”

That’s what Bucky heard before passing out on the cold dark ground of the Underworld. One minute he was chasing deer in the field with his fellow immortal Steve and the next the earth tore open and an icy dark hand reached out, grabbed his leg and dragged him down to the depths. He seemingly fell for days, and he cracked the ground when he landed. He surely would’ve been dead had he been human.

Currently he was stuck in a lavish house bejeweled with all the elements the earth provided. There were mosaics and paintings describing the deeds of gods and men. The gardens were honestly his favorite part with flowers and plants that were the darkest shades of red, purple, blue and black. He had been told all his immortal life that the Underworld was a cold, dark, ugly place, but this truly wasn’t that bad, not that he was happy. In fact, he was extremely annoyed. He’d been kidnapped and dragged to the Underworld and for what purpose? He didn’t know. All he knew was that this house was supposedly his now and no matter how far he walked away it led him straight back there.

Plus, there was the robed figure that seemed to be watching him from a distance. The person was about his height, spoke softly and refused to reveal themselves. The only skin he’d seen was their arms which were long, dark brown and covered in rings or bracelets of silver or gold. They had urged him to eat but Bucky wasn’t stupid, he knew the rules of the gods and he had no intention of staying underground. He was sure Steve was probably rallying support to get him back so he could resist eating for a while. But that didn’t mean he was about to sit idle and wait to be rescued.

The bedroom was where he set up his trap. From the earlier conversation he had heard he knew he had been brought to be with someone, yet that someone had yet to take advantage of him. Bucky knew he was handsome and had easily seduced many a nymph or hunter on the cool grassy fields. He had to bring the person within his reach in order to subdue them. On the wide bed he’d shed his clothes and left the lamp on, offering himself at his most vulnerable; his nude body on display for anyone with a dare in their heart to reach out and touch. Insofar they hadn’t taken the bait yet.

A soft sound of footsteps stirred, and Bucky did his best to remain still. The hand that stroked his arm was soft and cool, not unpleasant. They bent over as if hovering over him and he pounced. Grabbing their wrist, there was a gasp as he flipped them over him, rolled on top and pinned them down on the bed with his weight. The hood fell back, revealing his captor.

Her skin was as dark as rich brown earth, dark pools were her eyes and a river of black braids threaded with gold spread out on the pillows. There was not an ounce of ugliness upon her.

“Hi.” He said, pleasantly surprised.

Sarah was beyond embarrassed. The demigod she’d admired from afar was now above her and she blushed furiously at the way he looked at her. “Hello..um…I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For all of this. My brother took you for me, but I didn’t ask him to! I would’ve talked to you eventually I was just working up to it.” She admitted, finding him stunning up close.

“I wasn’t aware that the God of the Dead had a sister or that she was looking for a husband.”

She shrugged. “Most people don’t care to know much about the underground. My brother knew I felt lonely, and he knew that I liked you. I’m sorry this isn’t right and it’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask to be here, and you didn’t consent to be my husband. I don’t want to be like the other gods who force themselves on others without apology. I’ll tell my brother to send you back, I promise.”

Bucky smiled, pleased by her sincerity. “What’s your name?”

“Sarah.” Startled by the smile that spread over his handsome features.

“Sarah, it’s nice to meet you at last.” He began. “And you’re already not like the other gods. You did not force yourself upon me and you’re being honest with me now and I appreciate it. As such I think we can come to a bargain.”

“A bargain?”

He released his hold on her wrists, but did not take his weight off her, not yet. “If I’m to be your husband and you my wife we should get to know each other properly. Let’s talk, let me out of this house so I can see what this place is, if I like it here…If I like you. If I do then I will eat and stay with you.”

“But if you’re not happy.” She added gently, her hands now free so she could finally touch him. “I’ll send you back. I promise.”

Her hands were cool and silky soft, he could learn to love her touch. “Shall we seal the bargain?”

“Please.” She murmured coaxing him down for a kiss.

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They kept their word to each other and Bucky got to see the rest of the Underworld with Sarah guiding the way. There was ugliness, but also beauty just like in any other realm. While her brother took care of the greater duties, she maintained the order of things. She made sure the Elysian Fields were perfect, that the sinners were properly punished, that stray souls found their way and that the animals who called the place home were happy and content. He admired her dedication to a thankless job.

They talked about their lives, their hopes and dreams. She admitted that she wanted to see the living world, but her duties kept her bound, plus her brother worried about her being seen by the other gods and forced upon which was why no one knew she existed. Bucky felt great anger at the idea of someone the likes of Zeus or Apollo lusting after her and was glad that he’d seen her first.

Sarah had spied on Bucky many times and wasn’t naïve to his desires, but it was quite different when the pleasure was aimed towards her. It didn’t take long before they physically sought each other. Their kisses hot and deep as they embraced with increasing passion. He was a skilled lover who thoroughly ravished her once consent was given and she was driven to heights of ecstasy she had only dreamt of before. Words of love came easily to them, as naturally as breathing. Soon they both knew that they would no longer be able to part as they had already tasted the most delicious, most forbidden of fruits.

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When Steve finally broke into the Underworld with his avenging companions he did not expect to find his best friend naked on a chair with an equally naked beautiful black woman sitting on his lap, giggling like children as they fed each other ruby-like grapes. Bucky quickly grabbed a robe to cover Sarah but kept her on his lap before greeting his friend.

“Hi!” He grinned sheepishly. “I can explain. So what had happened was…”

After explaining to his friends-and putting on some clothes-he introduced them to his wife who was flustered but a gracious hostess. They were skeptical of course, magic can be altering, but after a few days were convinced. Steve always did try to find the good in everyone and he decided that Sarah was a lovely wife for his dearest friend. They agreed to invite her above ground and get to know their home and she was excited at the prospect. The only thing that he demanded was that they have a proper wedding to make it fair and legitimate.

Although they already saw each other as husband and wife, they agreed all the same, so on the field where he had first been taken, Bucky married his Sarah, and it was a merry affair.

#sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarahbucky meta #sarahbucky #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #hades x persephone au #fleur de louve #arranged marriage #sort of #it's technically kidnapping #but you know how some gods are like

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So on the subject of Stucky [VERY LONG, TW: DEPRESSION]

And a quick note, Bucky looks at Steve the same way Q looks at Picard.

So, some member of Marvel or something somewhere if someone could find the web article for me please???

Someone who works for Marvel essentially said that Bucky and Nat were both crushing on Steve.

HAHA OK so since it’s not on the screen, you can tell us?

Yeah, that’s my opinion on a lot of things. Sometimes on screen, it’s still so damn obvious. Qcard. SO OBVIOUS. Dakavendish.

Look at Dakota’s face. This is the dorky smile I would get around my ex.

Oh also book series, specifically WARRIOR CATS in which Scholastic said “No you can’t have Leafpool and Mothwing be together” and so that didn’t happen because the Erins are pushovers (???) and then behind the scenes they’ll stay stuff like “yes Darkstripe was gay” “some of us see Tallstar and Jake as something more” “oh yeah RavenBarley is canon”

Yeah, so actually making it happen will bother the censors, right? You do realize answers are a translate away?

Yes, this is a person who is aware how broken Google Translate is but believe me.

Alright, back to Stucky. I can understand why it wouldn’t get canonized. In the comics, Bucky was actually younger than Steve. A LOT younger. They had a father-son dynamic, think Batman and Robin from DC. I don’t remember why this was changed, but I suppose it could have been a bit strange. HOWEVER!!! I, like several other people, HATE the Endgame ending with a passion. Steve’s character arc revolved around Bucky. When was the last time Peggy was relevant? When Steve helped carry her coffin? All of a sudden he sees her in Endgame and “I’m with you till the end of the line” means NOTHING and he goes and lives out his life with a woman who had a full life WITHOUT HIM.

I’m just- I’m just… UPSET with Marvel about this. I’m upset with the Russo Brothers the most cuz they directed this movie.

Guys, when a slash ship is even PARTIALLY canon, treat it with respect on the screen/page. You anger the fandom beast when you don’t.

Oh, and that brings me to another thing that pisses me off. Fandoms bringing canon LGBTQIA-whatever-letters-there’s-a-plus-here-guys+ in so late in the game. Do you realize how long fandoms like Marvel and Star Trek had to wait for this stuff? I mean, I guess Seven counts, but the Seven x Raffi romance wasn’t the best executed??? And the fact Star Trek’s first same-gender kiss WASN’T IN DISCOVERY and was in DS9 and people FORGOT ABOUT IT??? However, even though Eternals SUUUUCKED, it did the whole “Phastos has a husband and son” thing right. Still a twinge annoyed.

Having characters canonized as queer later is cool tho. Warrior Cats with Ravenpaw, Harry Potter and Ron apparently (I do not support JKR) even though if the series happens it will probably suck and their romance would probably feel like shoehorned fan service (Don’t shoehorn your fan service).

BACK ON TOPIC, don’t know if you cared about The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I did. I thought it was… okay dealing with stuff like racism at a time where struggles that the Black community faces really started coming back into the public eye, as well as the idea of the interest narratives that could come from everyone returning after being gone 5 years.

But here, we’re talking about Bucky’s therapy. Don’t know if you know this, but the actress who played Bucky’s therapist, Dr. Raynor, said that this therapy, though court-mandated, could be LIFE-SAVING.

Of course he’s depressed, his best friend/love of his life (AKA NOT SARAH WILSON) ABANDONED him.

I’m just saying saying this stuff doesn’t help with how messed up Steve leaving was to begin with!

Now there was one more thing I was gonna say but I forgot so I’ll post a part 2 when I remember.

#TLDR… actually read it if you care #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #natasha romanoff #qcard #star trek #dakavendish #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #milo murphys law #warrior cats #mothpool #leafpool #mothwing #darkstripe #talljake #ravenbarley #tallstar #jake warrior cats #ravenpaw #barley warrior cats #peggy carter #endgame sucks #f endgame #pride month 2023 #SD 11014.0

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Where’s My Love?—Chapter Seven

Parings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI!!! 18++. Language. Violence. Zombies. Apocalypse. Pregnancy. Labor. Angst. Blood, gore. Mentions of death. Strong! Mama!Reader. Did I miss anything?

Note!!!

Thanks for your patience and support. This was somewhat unedited so bare with me !! 🥰

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This could not be happening.

Breathe. Just breathe.

There was absolutely no way.

Inhale. One. Two. Thre-

Maybe if you willed it away–ignored the truth, it would just go away.

Exhale. One. Two. Three-

If only that were the case.

In…

But mother nature always was a ruthless bitch. And the pain rippling through your abdomen wasn’t something that you could easily ignore.

Out!!!

As much as you wanted to pretend it was just Braxton hicks, you’d been through this before and knew your body well enough to know better.

Leave it to you to go into labor at a time like this.

Breathe. Nice and slow.

Bucky’s kids, for whatever reason, always did have a thing for dramatics. It shouldn’t surprise you that this one would pick a time like this to make their entrance into the world.

“Mama, okay?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying desperately to breathe steadily and slowly through your nose. If you opened your mouth, there was no biting back a groan and you didn’t want to alarm the kids.

They were already scared and confused as it is.

They didn’t need to see you like this, especially not right now.

“Mama’s okay.” You choked out, wrapping your arm around Becca as she leaned into your side, her little head resting on your shoulder.

The contractions were getting closer and closer together, coming on stronger now. You’d been up all night–partially because of the pain but mostly to keep watch as your babies fitfully slept on top of you.

You were lucky enough to come across some sort of cave type thing as the sun began to set last night and you knew better than to push your luck. Your babies needed to sleep a little after you put Rosie to rest.

So not only were you exhausted and in pain, but you were emotionally wrung out too.

With the stress, trauma, and physical exhaustion, it shouldn’t have surprised you this much to find yourself heading in the direction of full blown, active labor. Those attributes were a very well known catalyst to unexpected, fast and hard labor.

And with this being your third…

You needed to move now.

Having a baby out in the open, in the woods just might actually be the death of you.

Literally.

“Jamie.” You called gently, wiping away at the sweat beading your forehead. You needed to get it together. Between the two of them, he would be the most aware if something were off. “Jamie, baby. It’s time to wake up.”

Your hand found his head resting atop your thigh, face squished snuggly against your belly. You called his name one more time, fingers combing gently through his tousled locks.

“Don’t wanna wake up.” He grumbled, “So comfy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, thumb brushing affectionately along the curve of his jaw as he pressed a little kiss against where his youngest sibling lay. Even in the darkest of times–one of the worst days of all of your lives, and your little boy still managed to shine the brightest light down on it.

“I know but we gotta get moving, Jay.” You wiggled your leg, his pillow, “If we want to beat daddy to the new house, we should go now.”

Make it a race–make it a game.

They didn’t need to be burdened with this yet. They’d been through more than enough in the past few days and they were probably too young to understand what was happening with their momma anyways.

Just as you leaned forward to help Jamie to his feet, that familiar tightening twinged in your lower back and rippled across your abdomen. You lurched forward, shoulder hunched as a low groan slipped past your lips.

“Momma!”

Fuck.

Jamie jumped to his feet, a frantic, wild look in his eyes. Never before had he looked so much like his dad and that was saying something, seeing as they were practically twins.

“What’s wrong?” He hesitantly lifted his hand to your cheek, pressing himself close to your side, “Are you hurt?”

When you didn’t respond, too busy trying to breath through the pain, he turned to his little sister, “Becca, what’s wrong with mom?”

The two year old gave a little shrug, patting your shoulder on the other side. “Don’t know.”

You were squished between your kids, both of them rubbing and patting at you, clearly concerned but all you could focus on was the pain and the way your entire body pulled tight.

In.

Out.

You didn’t have the strength to handle this.

Would it be better to stay and wait this out, give birth to the baby here in this cave? Or did you risk venturing out, and hopefully have the baby in the safety of your own home?

Traveling with a baby was a risk of its own. You had no supplies to help if something went wrong, nothing for the baby to wear to protect from the elements. It would be harder to protect Jamie and Becca out here, not while trying to quietly deliver a baby.

And it would be harder for Bucky to find you.

You’d ventured off the path to find shelter for the night and even though it wasn’t that far off the main road, you knew him. His mind would be focused solely on the original plan in place, he’d trust you to follow his directions and go straight to the new house.

To be there when he returned.

You couldn’t imagine the panic he’d go through if he arrived at an empty home.

He would absolutely come and find you, and he’d succeed eventually but you didn’t want to think about the state he’d find you in when he did.

No.

You needed to go. You needed to try.

And you couldn’t hide this from the babies—from Jamie. He needed to be somewhat in the loop just in case something went wrong.

You didn’t want to scare him anymore than he needed to be.

“Jamie.” You called, trying to keep your voice calm and soft. “Listen to me carefully. You do not need to worry but momma is in labor, okay?” You tilted your head towards him, hand lifting to cradle his chin, “Do you remember when we talked about what that is and what that means?”

His bottom lip jutted out in a small frown, bright blue eyes tracing over your face, “It means that my baby brother and sister is coming.”

“Yes.” You nodded, forcing a small smile, “You’re so smart. And I need you to know that it might be a little scary and I’ll be honest with you that momma is going to be in some pain,” You took a deep breath, brushing your thumb tenderly along his jawline. “I might cry a little and groan but it’s completely normal, alright?”

He gave you a hesitant nod, bottom lip worried between his teeth.

“I need you to help me take care of your little sister,” You gave Becca a little squeeze, eyes flickering between their fear filled faces. “We need to move quickly, we don’t have much longer until we make it to the house. I need both of you to put on your best listening ears and we are going to try really, really hard to keep our lips zipped,” You made the motion, drawing your fingers across your lips, “And our feet quiet.”

It broke you just a little bit inside to see them like this.

Worried. Unsure. Scared.

They shouldn’t need to worry about things like this, they should be worried about things like what cool t-shirt they were gonna wear today or fighting over little things like blocks and who got to take a bath first each night.

Not this.

Anything but this.

“Okay, momma.” Jamie spoke up, and you watched with a baited breath as he put on a brave face. “I’ll protect you and sissy until daddy gets back.”

The determination in his voice made you want to cry.

Your brave baby boy.

As much as you hated to put that on him, you knew you could count on him.

You tightened your arms around both of them, squishing them to you in a very much needed embrace, “I love you both so much.” You pressed a quick kiss to each of their heads, “We are going to be strong. We are going to be brave. And we are going to be okay.”

“I love you, momma.”

“Love you.”

It didn’t take long for you to pack everything up. As much as you wanted to strap Becca to your back, you knew you couldn’t handle it right now, not in the state you were in. Instead you took Becca’s hand and she took Jamie’s and you led them out of the safety of the cave and into the woods with Bucky’s gun held in your free hand.

Luckily for you, it was a short walk to the road. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes and you hadn’t had a contraction yet which meant there was still time.

You could make it you were sure.

Maybe it was Braxton hicks after all.

You really couldn’t be far, a few hours down the road and then you would cut into the woods where he said and everything would be fine.

But the moment you pushed through the bush and out into the clearing, your gut dropped into your ass.

You only had a second to react, you scooped Becca up and pushed Jamie back the way you came with a command to run.

But you knew it was too late, you’d been spotted by more than a handful of the dead and they were coming for you. The growls and heavy steps storming behind you could attest to that.

With your gun positioned behind you and half a glance back over your shoulder, you started firing aimlessly over your shoulder.

It didn’t matter that the sounds of the shots might draw more.

It didn’t matter that Becca’s screams would no doubt be heard even miles away.

All that mattered was now.

Picking them off and getting you and your babies away from the twenty or so stumbling after you through the woods.

“Stay ahead of me, Jamie but don’t go too far.”

“I’m scared, momma.” Jamie screeched, “What do we do?”

“Run, baby.” You urged, “Don’t look back. Everything will be okay!”

How many more times would you say that before it finally became a lie?

No.

You’d make it the truth.

You wouldn’t go down without a fight.

You wouldn’t let your babies die.

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“It’s alright.” You cooed softly, praying to whatever God above that your babies didn’t notice the unmistakable tremble in your voice. The words felt heavy on your tongue as they fell quickly from your lips and left a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn’t necessarily a lie but you couldn’t be sure it was the truth either. “Everything is going to be okay.”

The inhuman groans and grunts echoed throughout the darkened forest behind you, the heavy, shuffling steps pounding steadily after you, closing in with every brutal second that passed.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running, if you could even call it that at this point. All day, according to the darkness that had settled over the sky, you’d been dragging yourself and your babies through the woods.

You’d lost most of the dead. Picked them off one by one but there were a few stragglers after you and you knew you couldn’t take them down anymore.

Not on your own.

Not in this state.

Not without any bullets in your gun.

Your grip on your son’s hand tightened, pulling him gently but desperately along with you, your other arm cradling your crying daughter to your chest.

You couldn’t let go–you wouldn’t, afraid that if you did they’d disappear for good right before your very eyes.

You wouldn’t survive then. Not without them.

“I want daddy.” Jamie sobbed out, his little legs stumbling and wobbling with every step over the uneven, rough ground. “I'm scared, momma.”

“It’s okay, baby.” You croaked out, tears welling up in your eyes and your heart clenching painfully in your chest. “Daddy’s coming. He’s coming, okay? We just have to keep going and he will find us.”

How could you expect him to be brave when you weren’t feeling very brave yourself?

You’d never been so scared in your twenty seven years of life and you wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, at least then you wouldn’t have to watch your children be eaten alive.

You had no other choice but to push through, if not for yourself, then for the three other innocent lives depending solely on you.

You bit back a cry, teeth digging harshly into your bottom lip as a sharp pain tore through your swollen abdomen, core tightening and pulsing as your body prepared itself for labor. The ache was quickly followed by a familiar, unwelcomed gush of liquid between your thighs, soaking your overalls from the waist down.

It was just a matter of time. You’d been ignoring it all day.

If you wanted this baby to survive you would need to stop to push. You could already feel the need rising up from within, the contractions were now minutes apart and growing longer and harsher.

“We’re almost there.” You mumbled, thighs beginning to shake with the strain of every step. The pressure rising and tightening rapidly within your naval as the baby within your womb slipped further down, ready to come out and into this cruel world. “Daddy’s coming and we’re almost there.”

“South down eighth street,” He whispered, lips skimming gently up the slope of your neck, full beard rubbing deliciously against the sensitive skin there. “Once you reach the yellow fire hydrant about fifteen meters down, take a sharp left into the woods.” He tightened his grip on either side of your hips, dragging you back until your back was pressed to his broad chest, hands brushing tenderly over your growing bump. “From there it’s a straight shot. I set solar lights up to guide you to the fence, you can’t miss ‘em.”

Bucky’s voice rang persistently in your head, urging you on and forward.

You had to be close.

You’d followed his directions and found the path of lights. Any moment now the cottage he’d been building you would come into sight.

But perhaps not soon enough.

You didn’t want to imagine what he must be feeling, the desperation and guilt weighing down on him as he fought to find you.

Or worse, how he’d fall apart if he found your bodies in the aftermath—torn to shreds or turned.

Jamie let out a blood curdling scream as he was yanked back, the force of it dragging you along and sending you tumbling full force to the ground. You landed harshly on your back, gasping for air as the wind was knocked from your lungs.

“No.” You cried out, flipping up on your hands and knees to scramble after him. The desperation to save your baby boy overriding the pain tearing through your swollen belly and the dread clouding your mind. “Jamie.”

You would never forget the look of pure terror in his cerculean eyes or the sound of his screams as the diseased, bloody figure clawed at his little kicking legs.

Without a second thought, you snatched a nearby rock off the ground beside you, throwing it as hard as you could at its head. It was enough of a distraction and it released its hold on your son long enough for you to pull him back and behind you.

Jamie pressed himself into your back, burying his face in your shirt as he sobbed uncontrollably. The shakes and tremble of his little body mirroring your own.

The creature snarled before lunging at you, you only had a moment to brace yourself, hands scrambling for something, anything to defend yourselves with. Before you could blink, the thing was on you, pinning you to the ground.

You grasped the walker’s shoulders, holding it away, knees pressing into its abdomen to maintain a distance as Jamie cried out in pain beneath you and Becca screamed from where she rested on your chest.

“Help.” You cried out, though you knew it was pointless—reckless even. The excessive noise would only lure more within a three mile radius. “God, Help. Please.”

Your life flashed before your eyes and that of your childrens.

They didn’t deserve this. They still had so much life to live.

They didn’t deserve to die. Especially like this.

A heartbreaking sob tore through your chest, arms shaking with strain and the urge to push hitting your tenfold. You were losing your strength, you couldn’t hold it off for much longer.

This was it.

You were going to die.

Your son, your daughter, and unborn baby too.

“I love you.” You choked out, “Momma loves you and she’s so sorry.”

You turned your head to the side, eyes clenched shut as a copious amount of drool and blood slipped out of the creature's mouth and landed with a disgusting plop against your cheek. You could feel your arms beginning to buckle as its chomping nips neared closer.

But then your eyes opened to meet the soft, direct glow of the solar light. A quick glance between the creature above you and the tip of the light buried in the ground, and you only had a second to decide.

One hand slipped from its shoulder to grab at the stick as it barred down on you. You wiggled as best as you could away from its harsh bite, kicking at it with all your might.

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as your fingers wrapped around the stem of the light, yanking from the ground with a determined cry just as the creature moved to sink its teeth into your babygirl.

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