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Metal Arms and Short Skirts [Drabble]

summary: you and bucky run into a small bump when he brings up kids.

word count: 6k

author note: i, personally, have a strong hatred towards the “girlboss has tradwife ephihany after meeting a man” trope so here is me doing the complete opposite

second (sober) note: i wrote, edited and posted this stoned as fuck so tell me if you like this more than usual fics so i can make a note to write high more often

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It was a well-known fact after two years into the relationship that you and Bucky were the ‘it’ couple, both inside the compound and outside. Especially due to the rise in the avenger’s popularity, your hobby of walking red carpets and mingling with the rich and famous (you’ve even been over at the Kardashian for dinner once — yes, Sam was beyond upset he didn’t get an invite) helped with that fact too. Many times have you brought Bucky along as your plus one, so much so that he started getting invited and being plastered on magazine covers and Twitter feeds.

So when the news - no, rumors of a breakup came out? Dear god, Nick Fury would have thought the world was ending.

no one was sure what happened, and no one saw it coming either. you guys had been absolutely thriving since announcing it officially. Steve saw a complete difference in Bucky’s demeanor, he still wasn’t the old Bucky — but a new, healthy, and not despair ridden. He was happy. and maybe Tony wasn’t happy about it in the beginning, considering he saw himself as a sudo-father figure. He couldn’t deny you seemed happier with life, your work sure shows it.

Natasha noticed it first when Bucky's shoulders sagged more and he was spending more nights in the compound instead of your apartment. as well as the continuous night eating and sleeping in. Then, Wanda, she gossiped a lot. about good and bad, so when you skillfully began to avoid the man in every conversation. she began to realize something was wrong.

Soon everyone noticed it. because once Bucky's depression turned to blind hatred and his sparring partners (Sam) were getting beaten a little too hard. snide comments were being made and he just became a genuinely unpleasant person to be around. Sam and Steve more than jumped to find out what the hell happened.

Wanda and Sam stood before the stove, flipping pancakes and eggs. The morning hue showed on everyone’s face and hair. Natasha's red hair looks wild in her messy bun, if you can even call it that. She sat next to Steve, trying not to publicly flirt since their relationship started to flourish. mostly not to miss Bucky off too.

and Bucky sat hunched over like an old and angry man, shoveling bacon into his mouth with the seemingly permanent scowl he’s worn for the past few weeks.

they had a loosely put-together plan to figure it out, but Wanda couldn’t help but slip up out of frustration, she missed the days when you sleep over and join them on their team breakfasts. “what happened to breakfast at y/n?”

Bucky visibly flinched at your name, his breath hitching in his throat and almost choking on his bacon. they had danced around the subject of you once figuring out the obvious separation, your appearance at the compound got less and less to the point someone would think you got transferred somewhere else.

Sam sent a surprised glance towards Wanda, whilst all other eyes were on Bucky as he gaped his mouth open and tried to find a response. Steve was practically on the edge of his seat after not getting a word of you from Bucky for weeks.

clearing his throat, and gulping down both water and his nerves. “we’re not on good terms right now.”

“Well, if that wasn’t obvious” Natasha murmured under her breath, focused on her food. Bucky sent a glare out of the corner of his eyes. rolling his eyes, he threw the now empty plate into the sink. not wanting to be bothered by the looks of the other, he headed for the door.

“ah! not so fast, tin man. we have some serious stuff to talk about.'' Tony popped up from literally nowhere and stood before the exit, blocking Bucky from leaving the kitchen and to his room or the gym.

“move, Stark. I'm going on a run.” Bucky said - a lie - he was most likely wallowing in self-desperation in his room.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, honey?” Tony snarked.

Bucky went to shove his way around him, but then Tony stepped to the side and suddenly the common room was on lock down and the door slammed shut in front of his face.

“no one is leaving this room until I figure out what happened to you and y/n, and fix it,'' Tony said, taking a seat with an annoyed and almost angry face. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he stood awkwardly, half of the avenger's eyes on him, staring at his feet. “because my best worker is lacking in worK and most important — trying to leave the company.``

“What?” the brunette's head pops up, as well as everyone else’s in the room. a matching concerned face was shared through the avengers, wilder on Buckys.

“she won’t tell me why, but I can only assume it has something to do with you so don’t mess up my life anymore and tell me why.'' Tony lectured, the usual blind and comedic annoyance turned to actual anger towards Bucky as he explained. Then everyone soon realized you weren’t just distancing yourself from Bucky, but everyone and it hurt Tony - someone who (despite popular opinion) actively tried to keep the family together at all cost. because he was losing one of his longest friends now.

“He's right, man. we’ve all noticed how this thing has affected you.” Sam spoke up, much more concerned than tony.

Bucky noticed all the eyes on him, stripping him down and making him feel seen and vulnerable. he felt small. Bucky huffed disappointingly as he shuffled to the small couch in the common room. falling dramatically on it as he clenched his jaw, “y/n and I have come to some… disagreements about…” Bucky's words were slow and shaky, trying to figure out how to describe what happened. “our future together so we’ve decided to see other people.”

glances were shared of confusion and concern, and Bucky’s gaze stayed glued to the air. He really, really did not want to talk about this. it sends a cold and painful chill down him that aches.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony shouted, still frustrated and mentally done with Bucky’s grief spared attitude. He just wanted you back at work and happy again or he’ll try choking out a supersoldier today.

“It means she broke up with me, okay?” Bucky choked out, not wanting to dwell on you anymore.

“But why?”

Bucky groaned, “because we had a disagreement!”

“About what?” Tony shouts back, growing more and more frustrated as Bucky dodges the real question.

Bucky shot up, beginning to grow frustrated as well. He yelled, “I can't tell you if you're going to yell and look at me like a caged animal!”

“Okay, boys. Tony chill, Bucky - sit and just explain to me what happened." Natasha shot up and nudged herself in between the two, breaking up whatever brawl was going to happen.

Bucky was so drained mentally and depressed that he just plopped down and sat next to Natasha, Natasha gave bucky such a warm comfort he didn’t fight against it, he felt safe enough to talk about this with her (and maybe more if Sam, Steve or Wanda didn’t continue to stare down his neck as Bucky mustered up any words)

“I brought up our future… kids and marriage.” bucky started, “and we disagreed on a few things, and it sparked an argument. We both said some very hurtful things and we decided to end it, or at least a break.”

“Like officially breaking up?” Natasha asked.

Bucky wore the pain he felt on his face, he just missed you and felt speaking it out loud would give it a mouth, and then he really would never see you again. “I don’t know, maybe? We were too busy yelling at each other to figure that out.”

“Okay, “ Natasha breathed out, Sam and Wanda were quick to join the impromptu therapy session. Bucky was glad it was them rather than someone like Tony or Thor. The one time Thor gave Bucky relationship advice it was along the lines of having an orgy because “it builds trust and passion.” or something along the lines of that.

“Have you talked to her since?” Wanda asked, approaching the topic gently as he sat across bucky with soft and understanding eyes. Realizing he should have brought this up sooner with the group rather than his therapist, the girls came to him with a much more understanding and comforting approach.

Bucky shook his head shamefully, “the morning after the argument, she said she wanted space and to possibly seek out other people. Told me to explore other options.”

Everyone shared confused looks, either bucky was lying through his teeth or something really weird had gotten into you. None of this sounded like you, “what type of disagreement did you two have for her to come to that?'' Sam perked up.

“Um, well.” Bucky's head fell down as he fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt. “I brought up having kids, and other things like marriage and moving in together, but mostly kids. She didn't want it and I don't even know how the argument started but we were both really frustrated and tired and it did. By the end of it it seemed she practically gave up on us because our idea about the future looked different and now- now, I don't know how to fix it.”

Bucky's voice croaked a little toward the end, showing how absolutely hung up he was on the possibility of losing you. Since the gala he's known that you were it for him, the one secure thing he could come back to at the end of the day and you were stripped away from him so abruptly.

It didn't help that fact Bucky was very adamant about having a family, since he technically doesn't have one anymore. Not blood anyways, so eventually retiring and starting a family was one of the most important things to him now that he was free.

“She did always says she wasn't going to have kids,” Tony mumbled under his breath, but Bucky heard it and it definitely did not help his mental state.

“Anyways, by the end of it - we both said very hurtful things and I don't think she wants to speak to me right now.” Bucky sighed.

“Did you apologize?

“She hasn't given me a chance to yet,” Bucky admitted, he tried to – not very well. But you've done more than enough to avoid it, it hit bucky in the chest like a spear. So far you were trying to transfer to San Diego and work for Pym. And everyone knew Hank would be more than pleased with the idea of that, so yes - it scared Bucky to death that he was slowly losing you.

Everyone sat silent for a moment, unsure of where to go from here as it seemed Bucky had hit a brick wall with you. Everyone knows how stubborn you can be.

“You are all a bunch of idiots.”

A low and raspy voice snarked from the doorway, and a blonde archer stood with a less than disappointed look as he leaned against the wall.

“How’d you get in here?” Tony perked up.

Clint decided to ignore the questions, “you’re asking advice from a bunch of single people, a girl who's dating a literal toaster, and don't get me started on Pep and Tony's dynamic. I am the one happily married person with kids on this team.”

Everyone was left dumbfounded as Clint continued his speech, striding in front of the slouched and sorrow-filled Bucky Barnes, leaning down with his hand on his knees to meet Bucky's face.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes.” bucky quipped like it was second nature.

“Like, really, really love her. Like take a bullet for her or have to snake the drain every 2 weeks love her.”

Odd questions but Bucky already was snaking the drain frequently for you, for a doctor-engineer you were weirdly squeamish. And Bucky knew he'd step in front of a bullet for you with absolutely no thought, and that didn’t even scare him, as long as you were safe.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Clint's voice rose and fell stern, almost in a lecture-type voice he'd only heard from a mother. “Snap out of it, get off your ass, buy her flowers or something, and go get her. Because you are losing her every second you don't.”

“But I don't know how to fix it.'' Bucky realized he was starting to sound whiny and desperate now, but he felt it inside too. He was a complete mess, and Clint was going to shake it out of him one way or another.

“God, you really need help. How have you survived these two years.” Clint mutters, “you compromise! That's like 60% of keeping a long-term relationship. Communicate and compromise, if you love her that much you will do that.”

Bucky felt stupid now, but maybe he would have tried that out earlier if he had the chance. “But she's made it very clear she doesn't want to talk to me.”

“Doesn't matter, she's had three weeks of space and I'm sure the one thing she's waiting for is for you to seek her out.” Clint explains simply like he's gone through the situation before. “I don't care if she’s already found a new place in California, go to her and beg for forgiveness for whatever hurtful things you said and just. Talk.”

Bucky carded a hand through his brunette locks, his hair was getting grease from simply being too depressed to shower and letting his emotions out on the poor punching bag in the gym. He nodded slowly, hyping himself up in his head to do exactly what Clint was explaining.

“Okay, I'll find her and talk.” was all bucky could say, he still had a lot of thinking to do.

“And shower first, please. You smell like a dog.”

Bucky just nodded.

Three weeks ago.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring this up now, Bucky had just gotten back from a 2-week-long mission, and being stuck with a fake identity with Sam in Tokyo had made him beyond frustrated but equally happy to come home to you. Bucky didn't know it then, but you'd been working yourself to the wit's end after the new discovery of nanotech between you and tony. Many nights were spent up late and awake early, since Bucky wasn't there to drag you to bed and away from the lab.

But, It's been on Bucky's mind for a moment now, on the tip of his tongue every time he got a moment alone with you. And now as he sat across from you, the kitchen light shining down on you as you went through the new research on nanotech. Your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on the words, gently tugging at your bottom lip. Bucky let himself watch you for a moment before bringing up the topic that's hovered over him for the past couple of months.

“Baby?” he stared, your head perking up towards him.

“Hm?” you hummed, closing the file to put your full attention on bucky.

He fidgeted with his thumbs nervously under the table, licking his lips before starting. “We’ve been together for a while and I was just wondering about something…”

You instantly put on a defensive face, many assumptions swirled in your head about what he could be alluding to. Many things but all you knew is that it was going to be a hard conversation to have. “Yeah?”

“I was thinking about trying for kids, you know? If that's something your able to do…” Bucky spoke slowly and cautiously, this was the first time he’d seriously brought this up. Only a few jokes were shared about kids' names and how you'd raise your children, always lighthearted and mostly unserious.

You gulped, unsure of how to exactly approach this topic with bucky. You knew his stance on family and how important that was to him, “yeah, I can get pregnant. but, I'm not too sure about kids, buck.”

“Why not?” Bucky asked innocently, he didn't mean to sound pushy even if it may have translated like that towards you.

“I- I don't know, I just don't think that'd be good for us right now.”

Bucky tried to bite his tongue, but that had never worked in the past, especially not now. “I think it'd be nice, you don’t want a mini us running around?”

In truth, you were beyond tired, you had been barely keeping your eyes open as you read. Your hazy mind was caught off guard by such a question, especially after work has been so hectic for each of you. Bucky was either away on a mission, or you'd be in the lab or flying out for research and meetings. Barely anytime for each other right now and suddenly, Bucky asking to start a family now?

Frustrated, you sighed. “I didn't say that - I know how important family and kids are to you but I just don't know if I can do that.”

“You don't have to agree because I want to, it's your body – you do what you want.” bucky shot back, growing equally frustrated, he started to regret the timing of this conversation but he opened the pandora's box and he wasn't sure how to close it now. “It was just a suggestion.”

The attitude and words left your mouth before you could even understand how harsh it was, but you were working with half a brain right now. “Well, it kinda feels like you're pressuring me into this, Bucky.” you huffed, abruptly getting up from your seat to put the files away. You'd had enough reading for the night.

“I'm not!” bucky quipped, almost instinctively following you around the apartment. “I just think we’ve been together long enough to seriously talk about our future.”

A headache began to grow and you just wanted to go to bed. “Well, I'm sorry but I can't give you the answers you're looking for, bucky.”

“I just wanted to at least talk about it together.'' Bucky pleaded, he was trying – at least. Yes, he was frustrated and equally tired but somewhere in his head was telling him to stop and finish this later, but maybe the desire of starting a family was too strong.

He realized soon after he got his mind back that most of his bloodline was killed off by either the war or simply just died off by old age. He remembered the night he looked for nieces and nephews, hoping Becca got married and lived a good life. Only to find nothing and then truly realize he was alone at this time, Steve and you – sure. Maybe he was getting greedy but he wanted someone he could call real family.

But now he realized he shouldn't have pushed.

You threw your hand up, almost angry now as you shouted back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not 100 fucking years old and looking to reproduce right now!”

Bucky's face dropped, “really? You have to bring that shit into it.”

“Yes, because I have other things to be focusing on right now,” you yelled back.

“Like what?” Bucky argued back.

“My job!” you shouted like it was completely obvious, which it sort of was, and that made you even more angry that bucky couldn't see that.

“y/n, your net worth is nearing eight fucking figures! It's not like you're going to starve anytime soon!” Maybe Bucky was bitter, for many reasons. Growing up poor, and the feeling that sometimes you pay more attention to your work than bucky. “What about us?”

You stood back, mouth gaped and utterly taken off guard by bucky. Narrowing your eyes at him, “really? I cannot believe you actually said that.”

“I'm serious. I feel like I've been left in the dark recently and just want to know the endgame with us.”

“Okay,” you snarked, “we finish this conversation and you figure out I can't give you what you want? What happened then?”

“I don't know but-”

You quickly cut him off, bitterness dripped from your words and your head grew hot from anger. “You find out I can’t give you kids, or marriage or I don’t turn into a 1940s fucking trad wife you expect out of me. What then? You gonna go find someone else?”

“I don't expect any of that out of you! And I don't want anyone else but you.” Bucky shouted, his hands shaking with nerves and anger at your jabs at him. Never expect you to bring up his more than unfortunate past. “Do you want that?”

“At this point, maybe! Because what's the purpose if I can't give you a life you're happy with?” you choked out and the fear that washed over Bucky was unreal, if what you're alluding to is true.

Bucky's face scrunched up in anger, and confusion and his heart pounded in his chest and threatened to break. “Really? Are you really saying we need to end this?”

“I'm not going to continue a relationship if either one of us is unhappy, no amount of love can fix that crack, bucky.”

Bucky's breath hitched and he can only assume that his heart has broken now. He's been a hopeless romantic since his first crush in elementary. So the words coming from you hit him like a train - and he is not a fan of trains – and caused tears to threaten to spill as he bit back any further hurtful words.

But the damn was broken and both tears and his words came out with no stopping, he scoffed. “It's great to know how much faith you have in us.” sarcasm and anger dripped from his words and equally hit each other like a knife.

“Bucky–”

“No,” he croaked out, hurt and defeated by this argument. “I can't do this right now, I'm sleeping on the couch and we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Bucky didn't want to end it like this, you've had arguments before but never like this. Always fixing it before you could leave the room, never leaving words unsaid or arguments hanging unresolved. You two have never gone to bed angry with each other or worse – separated.

And you let him snatch his pillow from your bed and leave the room, despite the urge to pipe up and ask to stay. But you were stubborn and held grudges, it was a well-known fact and one bucky had too. Which was the last way each of you needed to be acting right now.

Because as each of you woke, the tension in the air was thick and hurt like a fire. Bucky stayed in the kitchen making food for both of you and kicking himself as he heard you successfully avoid him for half of the morning by taking your sweet time getting ready.

It hit bucky like a knife when you shamefully stared him down, arms crossed and jaw clenched. Telling him that this was it and to see other people, he choked on the swarming thoughts and just held his tongue and nodded. Frozen in fear of actually losing you, unable to stop you from walking out the door and going to work.

You had the final word and Bucky cursed to himself as he left the apartment for what he thought would be the last time.

“I don't know. Hope.” you sighed, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “I said some mean stuff, and buck wants a kid but I just can't do that right now.”

“I know, but are you really going to separate because of it? Not to be mean, but that seems pretty dramatic.” hope scoffed, slightly distorted as she spoke from the other line.

“He deserves a good and happy life though, after everything he's gone through. If kids and marriage and the white picket fence thing are what he needs, I just can't give him that.” you sighed, “I tried to go on a date with an old classmate, and he tried to kiss me. I felt like I was cheating somehow. I just kept thinking about Bucky.”

“Isn't that like a perfect sign to talk to him?”

“Maybe.” you sighed.

The past few weeks have been a little less than torture, bearable if you threw yourself into work but that also meant going to the compound where you would most definitely run into bucky. This is the last thing you need if you were trying to move on for him, it's for the better – you'd tell yourself at night when you were close to just calling him because you miss falling asleep in his arms.

Work and money have been the top priority in your life since you got your first job working at a car garage at 15. It wasn't stopped anytime soon and the way bucky spoke made you feel as if he expected you to stop that for him. Which sounds selfish, yeah – but you knew how men thought back in the 40s and you were the farthest thing from that. Your mistake for thinking bucky would understand.

“Well, you know my dads been trying to steal you from Stark for years now so if you need that much space you have a job over here.” Hope offered, referring to moving to San Diego. You lived near the area for a while after college, you didn't like the hot weather and slowness of the city but stayed for work. It would be a sure way to stay away from Bucky and maybe get over him, but that commitment and sureness of it being all over scare you.

“Maybe, I'll think about it.” you rubbed your hand on your neck to soothe your anxiety and nerves, the thought of bucky recently had done nothing besides spring tears in your eyes.

Ding!

The doorbell rings through the apartment and snaps you out of your self-wallowing thoughts. “Hey, hope. I'll call you back.”

“Sure, y/n. Just send me a text if you want the position here, it's open to you anytime you want it.” Hope reassures.

“Mkay, bye.” you bid your goodbyes and quickly hung up, taking a deep breath as you set your phone down on your bed. Your feed padded as you went for your front door, and whoever was waiting patiently behind it. You hoped it was your new self-indulgent purchase from Prada.

You experience something short of whiplash when you swung open the door, your mouth gapes and you swear you stopped breathing. Definitely not Prada.

Bucky had somewhat planned this appearance, with the help of Clint. He shaved a little, but not full because he knew you liked him with stubbled. His long hair was tucked behind his ears neatly and he wore that one blue sweater you bought him, your favorite. Bucky held your favorite flowers in one hand, a bouquet the size of your head by two. And in the other, if your nose was correct, your favorite food.

Oh, he's good, too good.

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, Bucky had to restrain himself from either bursting into tears or dropping everything to hug you as if his life depended on it.

“Can we talk?” is what he settled on.

You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously, going over your options quickly. But everything in you was telling you to bring him in and never let go, despite how much it hurt. “Using my favorite food against me is cold, sarge.”

Bucky's heart ached and leaped at the nickname, being deprived of your sweet words for weeks did something to him. With a cheeky grin, he held up the pack. “Spicy Thai soup with shrimp. Just for you.”

It was way too hard to be mad at him when he was so attentive and so good-looking.

“Come in.” you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in.

hesitantly, keeping you at arm's length as he walked in and set the food and flowers on the island. You watched him intensely, he kept his gaze away and bit his cheek. You settled down on a bar stool and watched as he found an empty vase in the pantry.

With no words shared Bucky cut the ends and put the flowers in a vase of water to be displayed. A routine he knew by heart, getting flowers every week or so was normal and you didn’t realize how much you missed it until now.

You gritted your teeth, shame swelled in your stomach for pushing him away so aggressively, someone who loved so fiercely. You felt like you were going to hurl when his gaze met yours, he looked so sad.

Looking down at the counter, not moving an itch. “I'm sorry for using the fact you're 100 years old against you.”

The phrase was so comedic and stupid that Bucky couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, it worked in his favor when he saw you bite back a small grin. How could he stay away this long?

“I think it's actually 102 or 103, I lost count after 90,” he mentions, but you looked at him and his face fell seriously. “And I'm sorry for pressuring you to have kids, that wasn't my intention.”

You nodded, “I'll have kids with you, I want to. Just not right now.”

Bucksy face lit up and nothing could stop you from swooning over him now, biting back a grin as he spoke. “Really? I'm serious, you don't have to go through that just to please me.”

“I want to, I really do,” you reassured, taking deep breaths. “There's just so much going on right now and I panicked because it felt like you were asking that of me now, and I'm sorry for working so much and pushing you–”

Bucky sprung up with a more than sympathetic face and he cut you off by holding your jaw in his hands. You forgot how warm and welcoming his embrace was, you almost collapsed into him there. “Hey, don't apologize for being the badass, genius, hard-working woman you are.” he spoke with an adoring grin, “I shouldn't have put that against you.”

“No but you’re right, I've been putting Stark industries and my projects before you and I shouldn't be doing that.” you leaned farther into his touch. Chasing his comfort, bucky just smiled down at you because he missed this too much, being starved of you is high on his list of torture tactics. “And you are right about needing to talk about our future, it's just that…”

You trailed off, avoiding bucky’s eye contact again and nipping at your bottom lips from nerves. Bucky was quick to run a thumb across your lips to stop you and get your attention once more. His voice was unbelievably gentle and soft, “What is it? Come on, let's talk.”

“I know I don't talk about my family but my mom was a lot like me, you know? Workaholic, always trying to rack up the digits on her paycheck, lavish and indulgent lifestyle,” you explained and bucky was so attentive to your words - it took everything to not kiss him right there. You exhaled a shaky breath, “but then she met my dad and had me and she kinda stopped all of that. Stayed at home and got a small part-time job, letting my dad bring in all the money and there's nothing wrong with that! I could just tell she was miserable like that but kept at it because it was what my dad wanted.”

“Oh.” Bucky sighed, urging you to continue.

“And I think I took your words the wrong way that night and got scared of ending up like her, I know you wouldn't do that but I panicked and pushed you away because of it.” you finished and let your eyes travel to your lap, but bucky was having none of it as he urged you to look him in the eye.

“Hey, I forgive you and I'm sorry for scaring you like that, but it's important to me that you know I wouldn't force that lifestyle on you.” bucky smiled, a tease to the end of his next words. “If anything, I'm trying to be a stay-at-home dad and live off your paycheck.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his statement, a smile growing from ear to ear. All the past emotions rushed out of you as a few happy-sad tears sprung to your eyes, chasing his embrace when you pulled him close and hid in the crook of his neck. Oh, how you missed his smell, “I love you, James.”

Bucky handheld your back as he pulled you even closer, he felt warmer than ever and smiled to himself. “I love you too.”

You stayed tucked in Bucky's arms for a while, you missed him too much to pull away right away. Bucky’s hand caressed your back as he soaked up your touch. Mumbling into his shoulder, “let's try not to fight over something stupid again and actually talk.”

“Agreed.” bucky nodded to himself, slowly pulling you back to peck your cheek. A mischievous grin fell on his lips that made you quirk an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

Bucky pursed his lips, “so no babies right now, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Okay,” he hummed, his hands falling to your waist and pulling you against him. “Then let's just practice for when we want to, yeah?”

“Bucky!”

Bucky's phone began to ring annoyingly from beside him, somewhere hidden in the couch cracks. Gently reaching over to grab it, not moving too much so he doesn't wake the sleeping beauty on his lap.

After catching up on about 3 weeks of sex, a few rounds on the kitchen counter, and a few more on the couch. You both ended up half-naked and heating up the now-cold Thai food. Bucky was surprised it didn’t get knocked to the ground when he quite literally bend you over and fucked you hard on the counters. You both settled warmingly onto the couch and begged Bucky to watch Pixar movies, and of course, he couldn't say no.

It was dark now and empty containers of food littered around the coffee table, getting fucked good and hot food sure can wear a girl out as you fell asleep on Bucky. probably the best sleep you've gotten since the fight.

Steve was calling, definitely to check up on the talks. Bucky glanced back down at you before pressing accept, still sound asleep and slightly snoring. Bucky put the phone to his ear.

“So, how'd it go?” Steve asked.

Bucky wore a warm smile when he replied, gaze not leaving you. “Good, really good. We talked it out and it mostly boiled down to miscommunication.”

“Just talked or?” Steve teased, something bucky wondered if the blonde could read his mind.

“Oh, zip it,” Bucky said, a chuckle coming from the other line. “I don't want to wake her, so I'll call you tomorrow?”

“Alright, don't get yourself into any more trouble.”

“Don't plan on it, pal.'' Bucky bid his goodbyes to Steve and hung the phone up, throwing it to the side.

Bucky knew he had to wake you and get you into bed, clean up the apartment, and slip under the covers close to you. But for now, he was just enjoying the safety he felt with you in his arms, and not alone in the compound with you in California. It was more than true that you were it for him, and after getting a taste of what it was like to lose you.

Well, he'd be damned if anything got in between you two now.

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・꒷꒦︶ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : gojo satoru x gn!reader

‿︵ 2.6k words + fluffy fluff fluff + married au + theres one (1) girlboss joke anyone can be a girlboss ok + not edited/beta read pls (dont) trust my english skills

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : why did this take me a week to complete ok anyways this was inspired cause i saw this rlly cute froggy tea set on amazon and i want it pls

So you forgot your wedding anniversary.

It was just like any other day. Your husband wakes up, you wake up with him, you both prepare two plates of pancakes topped with chocolate chips for you and the standard blueberries for him, he quips about how adorable you look half-asleep in the morning, you exchange quick banter, shower shower, your dumbass forgets your towel so you have to scream at the top of your lungs for your husband to get it for you, you put on some clothes, exchange kisses and two of you are out the door. Except, it wasn’t like any other day. The calendar emphasized that for you.

Written in capital bold letters and encircled with an intimidating shade of pink reads “Wedding Anniversary!!”, the ‘i’ distinctly dotted with an adorable heart; a small habit that your husband, Gojo Satoru fell in love with. That wasn’t going to help you any longer, you just forgot one of the most important days of your life.

The last time you felt panicked over a bunch of words is when you almost sampled a box of rat poison instead of cornflakes due to the terrifying similarity of the box, and even a near-death experience couldn’t top the fact you forgot your wedding anniversary! What would Gojo think, does he feel invalidated right now? Does he think that you lost feelings for him- oh god, is he planning to file for a divorce?!

You quickly swat your terrifying thoughts out of your brain. Note to self: never be alone with your thoughts. Another Note to Self: your current and only agenda today is to buy a gift, stat. You just have to play it off like you actually remembered the occasion. This is good. You’re going to be good. No divorces today.

You scramble out the door, before stopping beside Gojo and giving him a cheeky kiss — as if you both were teenagers again. “Happy anniversary, honey. Your gift will come toni-i-ight.” You mumble against his lips, oh the ever intoxicating ones. Gojo chuckles at the double meaning, earning a soft jab on his shoulder from you. “Don’t be crass.”

“I’ll be waitiiiing!” You roll your eyes at the nonchalance of his voice before making a quick dash to your workplace. Your boss is brutal as fuck and he would throw you straight into the mouth of a volcano if you skipped just one day of work to buy an anniversary gift for your husband. From the mental calculations in your head, you had 9 hours of work, only leaving you 3 hours in the day for you to pick out a gift before the mall closes.

You were so desperate, you could just take any item within your reach. But you married Gojo fucking Satoru, and that man isn’t easy to please. Go figure.

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Yeah, Gojo was screwed. As soon as he heard the word “anniversary” leave your mouth, his brain immediately went haywire, tuning out anything but the strings of consonants and vowels you verbalized. Yup, this is the most fabulous time for his braincells to go out to lunch and make your sentences seem like jumbles and mumbles to Gojo’s ears. The “Out To Lunch.” sign is practically posted on his brain right now.

Uncharacteristically, Gojo’s ears only pick up the sentence, “your gift will come toni-i-ight”. He reacts coyly to the unintentional innuendo.

After you left for work, Gojo immediately teleports himself to the shopping mall not far from the house. He had no less than 5 hours before you returned home, which is a lotta hours. Gojo could just waltz in a jewelry store, buy a pendant that looks promising, wrap it and slap a half-assed written note on it. But hell, you deserved more than that. If he could buy the entire world for you, he would. You were his partner and he would rather kill himself than give you a half-assed gift.

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As soon as your boss dismissed the meeting, you immediately ran to the direction of the nearest shopping mall, thank god your work shoes also worked as running shoes. As you ran to the mall, you scourge through your bag for your wallet, hoping you had enough to buy an apt gift. What you saw in your bag was a good amount of cash.

What you didn’t see, however, is the fact that you were walking straight into the glass doors to the mall.

Sure, you did hit your head and grabbed a whole crowd’s attention along with two security guards who were about to call an ambulance, but hey! At least you didn’t hit the ground too hard. It took at least 3 minutes for you to regain your balance from the fall. The only thing you were worried about at that moment is that it’ll probably take you at least three years for you to regain your dignity. You kind of wished you actually lost consciousness and crossed the Styx right then and there due to the embarrassing looks and noises of worry from the bystanders.

Thank God Gojo wasn’t with you to experience your demise, he wouldn’t live that down for centuries.

Like a true girlboss, you balanced your stance and walked right inside the mall while trying to distract yourself from the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The bright lights of the building added more to the pain, but today’s agenda isn’t about that. You had to get a gift, stat.

Your eyes roamed the million shops and pop-up stores; Monocle, Gucci, Calvin Klein, Louis Vuitton — jesus, you might have to sell your soul to afford any of that. The mannequins dressed in posh outfits situated behind the big windows and the golden letters spelling out designer brand names dominated the mall, but you found a cute antique shop that displayed two grandfather clocks and 5 very creepy porcelain dolls on the window display.

Interesting.

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Never let Gojo go 5 feet near an arcade, because he will stay there for hours — probably a whole week if he could.

Gojo snickers to himself as he greedily watches the Flappy Bird machine spit out an endless line of tickets, all piling up on the arcade floor. Before he could make his grand exit as the Flappy Bird king, he puts his hand on some kid’s shoulder — also known as Gojo’s current and unofficial official arch nemesis, as if he’s not a married 28-year-old guy with a full-time job.

“Come to me when you beat my high score, kid.” He yammers, earning an annoyed whine and a string of complaints from the booger-picking, gum-chewing kid that has been watching and commenting on the sorcerer’s play for the past 38 minutes like a Let’s play Youtube video.

It was no surprise that as soon as Gojo warped into the mall, his first destination was — no, not a clothing store, or a jewelry store, or any possible store with a potentially exceptional wedding anniversary gift — but the arcade. For his own expense. The ultimate 3200-ticket prize looked really cool on the display window. Plus, you get to be on the Wall of Fame! Endless bragging rights!

The buckets of tickets spilling out of the brim and dangling like chains, which were owned by none other than your husband yourself, garnered jealous looks from each and every kid in that arcade. With those buckets, he was sure that he’d get the ultimate arcade prize and have a photograph of him hung up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. The arcade ticket collector counted Gojo’s tickets, much to their dismay since he obtained a lot of tickets, and came to the number of 1000. Not enough.

The catalog of prizes for 1000 tickets seemed okay; A Buzz Lightyear (correction: a Zap Lightmonth — an obvious rip-off of an iconic Disney character) action figure, a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner, a tacky glitter phone case, and last month’s Bonny Wedding Fair magazine.

Oh fucjk. It dawned on him. He was supposed to get you a wedding anniversary.

Surely he can’t give you a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner unless he wants to see the face of the Grim Reaper, you deserve better than that! Swallowing his pride, Gojo stuffs the piles of tickets in his front pocket (which surprisingly fits) and dashed straight out the arcade and enters the nearest store within his line of sight.

That being, an antique store.

Thank God the antique store was littered in tall bookshelves displaying different gizmos and trinkets that looked older than Gojo himself, forming aisles in the shop like a grocery store. Otherwise Gojo would find out that right now, you are at that same shop, and you both are looking for one thing because you both forgot it.

Yes, he is at the same shop you’re in right now. No, Gojo does not realize that he is quite literally an aisle away from you.

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Your head was still throbbing in pain from the fall you took outside the mall, leaving you unable to focus on getting a gift. At that point, you wanted to grab the 1960 Pin-Up themed calendar displayed on the wall and smash it on your head to prevent that stupid pounding on the back of your head. Realistically, it would add to the damage — you just really wanted to hit something.

It was like the Gods of Antique shops heard your desperate cries, because as soon as you whipped your head around to another aisle, your eyes are met with the cutest tea set you’ve seen in your life: a big ole froggy teapot accompanied with two tadpole mugs. Oh my stars, it was adorable.

It’s the perfect gift for Gojo, hell you even wanted it yourself.

You run to the direction of the adorable fucking tea set, almost throwing yourself onto the item so that you could grab it, purchase it and call it a day. You reach for the tea set, fingers itching to touch the glassiness of the frog teapot, except you couldn’t.

Right then and there, a customer snatched the tea set right before your eyes, as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t the first person to see it.

Oh Lord, you’re not going down without a fight.

“Hi, uh, are you going to take that—“

“[Name]?”

Oh fuck.

Oh shit oh fuck oh fuck. That voice sounds so familiar. You didn’t want it to sound familiar. You were afraid that if you turn your head, you’re going to see — yep.

Your handsome husband, the blindfolded bastard himself, Gojo Satoru.

Okay, this is bad. You didn’t want to reveal that you had forgotten a wedding anniversary and is now buying a gift now, so you could just let Gojo purchase the tea set because it seems like he really wanted it. But at the same time, that gift was perfect. You didn’t want to let him go under the impression that you were buying a gift for yourself while remaining gift-less for him. You wanted to give the tea set yourself.

Little did you know that Gojo’s thinking the same thing for you, thoughts running wild as he devises a plan in his head on how to get the tea set. It was perfect and you knew that you’d be gushing over it like a little kid.

“Sa-to-ru!” You squeak, voice heightening after every syllable — a quirk that activates when you’re hiding something. “What are you doing here?!”

You didn’t mean to make the question sound so, panic-stricken. Like you were caught cheating on your husband or something.

“[Name]!!” Yeah, he was panicking too. “What are you doing here?!”

“I was just- buying a trinket, that’s all. The doll in the window looked really cool.”

You cried watching Annabelle. Gojo knew you weren’t a fan of dolls.

“That’s all? Okay, I’ll just be getting this-“ Gojo quickly reaches for the frog tea set as if he was about to “dibs” it before you screamed the most panicked “no wait!!” he’s ever heard.

“I was gonna buy that too.” You grit between your teeth as you place your dominant hand on the tea set, stacking your hand on Gojo’s.

“That’s too bad, because I saw it first.” He slowly pushes the tea set to his direction, like a chess grandmaster watching their opponent’s reaction as they move their pawn across the board.

“Cheater! I definitely saw it first than you!” “You’re the cheater, [Name] darling! Don’t make me pull out the domain expansion.” “You wouldn’t dare!”

“[Name], I need that tea se-“

Both your eyes drifted over to the mentioned tea set, before locking eyes with an empty space on the shelf. If it was a cartoon, the dotted silhouette of the tadpole mugs and the frog teapot would be blinking on the empty space like a neon sign. While you and your husband were fighting like children, someone that didn’t reach both your peripheral visions managed to ninja their way into getting the tea set for themselves. All that embarrassing bickering for nothing.

“Okay, this is getting childish.” You sighed. Honesty is the best policy they say, but what you were about to say may take down the entire relationship to dust and debris. “Satoru, I forgot our wedding anniversary so I went down here to get you a gift and I saw this teapot and- and I thought it was really cute and I wanted to give it to you mysel-“

Your rambles were quickly shut down by a tight hug from none other than Gojo himself. Usually, his form of shutting you up when you’d get carried away with your prattles is a trite kiss on the lips, but it seems like Gojo wants to switch it up today.

You hear a shaky, relieved sigh beside your ear as the arms snaked around your waist tightens consecutively. “Thank God.” “What do you mean?”

“I may have forgotten our anniversary too.” All of Gojo’s pride and even the sliver of confidence present in his voice thrown out the window. He could’ve just played it cool and acted like he’s the most aware person in the relationship, but that was all a lie. He didn’t want to make you feel bad, worse of all, he didn’t want you to overthink. It was true you were better than him anyway. “I also wanted to get you that tea set cause the frog looked like you.” “Hey!”

“Baby, it was a cute frog!”

Your giggles filled the air, making Gojo wish that he had a voice recorder to capture your adorable giggles and play it on loop. “So, that means you aren’t mad? For forgetting probably one of the most magical day of our life?” “Baby, of course not! We’ve been so swamped with work- I’m just glad you tried to find a way to redeem yourself.” He was right. You both were drowning in workload, so it was easy to forget things. Hell, the only way you kept track of what day it is in the week is from all the deadlines your boss practically threw at you. It was absolute hell.

“You’re right. God, I love you.” “Also, magical day of our life? You thought that me barreling down the stairs on our wedding day and you following suit is magical?”

You cackle at the memory of Gojo walking you down the stairs of the magical building that you both just married in, surrounded by all your family and friends, before he missed a step and practically threw himself onto the bottom of the stairs. His Infinity saved him from fucking dying but his hand was still vigorously wrapped around your wrist. And you had no Infinity. Thank God for Gojo Satoru’s back for cushioning your fall.

“I should’ve gotten you like, weighted boots or something.”

“Me too.” Both you and Gojo shared a look, remembering why you guys came to the mall in the first place. “Race you there.”

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