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buckrecs · 1 year
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Single Mom!Reader
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ONESHOT
Feel Like Baking Love by @wehaveabucky-archive
you forget the most important part of your kids birthday party; the cake. but thankfully, a local patissier is more than willing to help you in your hour of need
Marley by @leascorner
Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours. Her name was Marley.
Can I call you dad? by @winvterstan
You and Bucky have been dating for eight months. One day your four years old daughter has an interesting request for Bucky.
Who’s That? by @imagineaworlds
A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner.
good morning by @buckybarnesdiaries
after a mission in Europe, you come back to the Avengers Compound, being received by a lovely surprise.
Playdate by @becca-e-barnes
You’re a single parent to an outgoing little boy called Oliver. On the first day of school he makes a new friend, Thomas Barnes. Both Thomas and his dad Bucky come over for dinner.
incandescent glow by @allyouneedisbuck
bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs. he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you.
Operation Get Mr Bucky and Momma Together by @golden-barnes
Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. (Teacher!Bucky)
goodnight kiss by @alisonsfics
bucky stays over at your place because he’s having work done on his apartment. he gets to hang out with you and your son.
What’s on your back? by @itsbuckysworld
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
Catch Me If You Can by @buckyalpine
Maybe he isn’t so bad.
Disney Princesses and Dog Tags by @buckyalpine
My Mom Thinks You’re Hot by @bluehourbucky
your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store
apartment 4d by @sunmoonandeddie
There’s nothing Bucky loves more than the widow down the hall and her son.
family additions by @ezm-imagines
reader's daughter calls bucky dad for the first time.
SERIES
The Slip Up by @justkending
After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.
Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles
Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.
Redcove Harvest by @iwillbeinmynest
Farmhand!AU and SingleMom!Reader
The Lucky One by @avengerofyourheart
As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart?
Grant | 2| 3 by @coffeecatsandcandles
Bucky finds out you have a son from a previous relationship.
Love At First Grade by @buckysimp101
When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.
Part of a Family | 2 by @onceuponastory
After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her.
Blue is for Ben by @writerlyhabits
Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you're waiting for the elevator in his building, and he's instantly captivated by you.. and your son. What lies in store for the super soldier as he falls head over heels for the single mom who lives just down the hall? Or finds himself wanting to hear about four-year-old Ben's day at school…
My Little Hero by @bucky-bear-barnes
Bucky stumbled upon a sweet young girl defending his honor. And finding out that her mom is the lovely single mom he always kind of liked.
From Left Field | 2 | 3 by @ofstarsandvibranium
chubby Bucky falling for a mother.
The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000
Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.
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missmonsters2 · 2 years
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Here You Are - Masterlist
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x SingleMom!Reader
Summary: Natasha likes to think she's prepared for anything to happen. Nothing could ever surprise her because she was always prepared for the worst. But no one warned that she was sorely lacking in preparing for the best when it came to you.
[takes place after civil war & canon-divergent that Avengers made up and the Accords was abolished]
Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥
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Series Warnings: 16+. suggestive themes. mature themes. explores themes of death/crime/violence. toxic relationships (not between nat & reader). slow burnish.
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❀ Prologue
❀ Chapter 1
❀ Chapter 2
❀ Chapter 3
❀ Chapter 4
❀ Chapter 5
❀ Chapter 6
❀ Chapter 7
❀ Chapter 8
❀ Chapter 9
❀ Chapter 10
❀ Epilogue
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rocketrhap3000 · 1 year
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‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ - part 7
summary: everything with bucky is fantastic, and the two of you finally make it official by going out for dinner.
a/n: i decided to come back to this series for my own pleasure lol, i missed writing it and i decided that all y’all in my inbox asking about this fic deserved to get an update, although it’s very untimely lol.
warnings: singlemom!reader, domestic!bucky, alpine barnes, dinner date, nonalcoholic wine consumption, awkward cutesy bucky, talk of sex/intimacy, extreme sexual tension between bucky and reader :))))
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The rest of the weekend at Sam’s simply flies by. You’re genuinely surprised with just how quickly time goes when you’re spending it with Bucky. It actually makes it hard for you to leave on Sunday afternoon, knowing this little retreat can’t last forever, but Jasper has an even harder time with leaving. 
Although he can be the sweetest at times, your son sure does know how to throw a fit. Luckily, Bucky now knows how to calm him down. It was miraculous, really, the way Bucky talked Jasper out of his tantrum. You don’t even know what he said to get the toddler to stop crying, but whatever it was, you’ll need to know for the future. 
Maybe it was because Bucky brought up the fact that Jasper needs to get back to his little betta fish who probably misses him. Maybe it was just because of Bucky’s calming demeanor and his gentle approach that Jasper felt content and calm again. Any way it happened, it’s a good thing you don’t plan on getting rid of Bucky any time soon.
The three of you fall back into the week resuming your usual, mundane routines. Jasper goes back to school, Bucky’s hours at the coffee shop are mostly the same, and yours at the office are back to normal, too. 
But everything with Bucky feels better now. 
It was already fantastic, but now that you’ve confessed your attraction to each other, it’s just become more comfortable and less awkward. There’s no more tip-toeing around the sweet gestures, no more excuses for needing to cuddle or talk, no more avoiding physical contact, and all the more reason to share little moments of affection. 
Every morning, you drop off Jasper at school on the way to work; every afternoon, Bucky picks up Jasper from school on his way home from work; and every evening when you get home, he has dinner waiting for you. He goes out of his way to ensure you feel supported by him, whether it’s making your favorite meal, a long hug after a hard day, or the simplicity of telling you, “You’re doing great,” or “I’m here for you.” It feels like your own perfect, little, family. 
You do try to limit your PDA in front of Jasper, though, just because you want to avoid any more big changes he will have to adapt to. You try to keep your affection contained to when he’s not around, which is pretty rare. Most of your time spent just one on one is after Jasper has gone to bed, giving the two of you the opportunity to exchange soft kisses or cuddle on the couch in private. But any time the toddler does catch the two of you sharing a hug or a dainty kiss, like when one of you leaves for work or just to be silly, Jasper squeals in excitement. 
Other than the newfound comfort in showing affection and more romantic words of affirmation between you and Bucky, things are pretty much all the same in the Barnes-(Y/LN) household. You never realized just how many things the two of you did that were couple-like even before you admitted your feelings for each other. 
You’re so happy with Bucky, and you know Jasper is, too.
~~~
“So y’know James, right? Bucky?” you ask Natasha over FaceTime one afternoon at your lunch break.
“That’s a random change of topic,” Nat laughs, but nods all the same. “Yeah, of course I know Bucky! He’s easily one of our customers’ favorite workers. ”
“What do you mean?” you ask, feeling a little surge of innocent jealousy that maybe someone else has a crush on your beloved, beefy barista.
“Well, apparently he does art in the foam of the coffees from time to time and he helps old ladies out to their cars on snowy days and things like that. Regulars ask about him on his days off, so I guess he’s a fan favorite.”
“That’s adorable,” you giggle, just thinking about how stinking cute Bucky must look doing his job. “But how the heck did I not know about the coffee art thing?”
“Well, he’s pretty on the down-low about it. He likes to think no one knows it’s him, but Yelena almost always works the same shift as him now and she fills me in on all his little antics,” Nat explains with a knowing glance. “He’s so shy at work, but everyone loves him. I mean everyone. And he’s super talented with the designs in the coffee, honestly.”
“He’s never made art in my coffees before!” you playfully pout, but genuinely wonder why he hasn’t shared this with you. 
You haven’t gone to the coffee shop in a while, but you just might have to sometime soon, just to see Bucky in action.
“Oh, you’re still living with him, right?” Nat then asks. 
It’s been a while since the two of you had time to really catch up, and there sure is a lot of new news you have to share with her.
“Yeah…” you start slowly, then take a deep breath to start your next statement. “And… well, you know how you thought we were dating when I first moved in with him?”
“(Y/N)!” the red head practically yells through the screen with excitement. She knows where this is going. “Are you guys actually together now?”
“Well…” you giggle nervously, feeling your heart begin to race. “Kind of, I guess.”
“(Y/n), I’m so happy for you!” she exclaims, and you’re almost sad that you’re not with her in person to share this big news. “When did you guys make it official?”
“Uh… I don’t know that we did… I mean, make it official. I think we just admitted we like each other. And a kiss or two has been shared,” you throw in, just because.
“You’re adorable,” Nat giggles at your bashfulness. “(Y/n), if you need me to watch Jasper for a night so that you guys can go out and get dinner or go do something to make it official on an actual date, please let me know,” she offers happily. 
“I think we may just take things slow, y’know. But that would definitely be helpful, so I will certainly take you up on your offer,” you smile. 
“Good! This is so good for you, (Y/n).  I’m so, so proud of you and so happy you have this bond with him. He seems like such a sweet guy.”
“He really is. And you should see the way he is with Jasper. I’m so grateful he has both you and Bucky as role models. You guys have been the best for both of us.”
“Well, you deserve the best, babe. Even if you won’t admit it,” she gives you a sassy smile, to which you roll your eyes in response.
“I love you,” you giggle.
“I love you, too,” she smiles right back.
“Well, I have a meeting in a few minutes so I’m gonna let you go. But I’ll definitely talk to Bucky tonight so we can maybe plan to go out for dinner or something,” you tell her.
“Please do!” she nods. “Good luck with your meeting!”
“Thank you! See you later!” you wave.
She waves back, then blows you a kiss, and then the call ends. 
You giggle again, just to yourself. 
Life is pretty good.
~~~
That afternoon, you get to sneak out of work a little earlier than usual. Glancing at the clock in your car, you see that Jasper and Bucky should have just gotten home about an hour before. There’s a longing in your heart to get back to your boys to relax a little for the rest of the evening as you make a direct trip home from your office.
After parking your car in the driveway, you grab your things and rush to the front door as quickly as you possibly can as the desire to be wrapped in Bucky’s strong arms starts to take over you.
When you enter the house, you close the door gently behind you upon hearing the faint sound of some soft, old song playing from the kitchen. You hang your coat and bag on the hooks in the entryway, then kick off your shoes before slinking into the kitchen.
The sight you come across as you enter is quite possibly the cutest. Once you get close enough, you can hear that the song is one by Elton John, and Bucky is humming quietly and swaying along to it as stands at the counter, cutting up some vegetables. 
Sneakily, you approach him from behind, hoping he doesn’t hear you.
“Buckyyy,” you greet him in a quiet, sing-song manner, wrapping your arms around his front to surprise him.
“Hi, Sweetheart!” he answers happily and quietly, instantly dropping the knife to the counter and turning around in your arms to pull you close to him. “You’re home early!” he whisper-exclaims, and with a kiss to your temple, then asks, “How was your day?”
“Pretty good,” you sigh, letting your body fall limp in his tight grasp, running your hands up and down his strong back. “How was yours?”
“Better now that you’re here,” he murmurs into your ear. “Mmm, I missed you so much.”
This feeling of safety, security… this feeling of love… you’ve never experienced it in this capacity before. To come home to someone telling you they missed you, coming home to unconditional support - it’s something you didn’t know you needed. 
You’re so in love with Bucky.
You’re so in love with him, it’s impossible to even describe.
Your only fear is that he doesn’t feel as strongly as you do.
“Missed you, too,” you tilt your head up, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.
With a bashful grin, Bucky tightens his grasp around your body and pulls you in closer to him, leaning down to meet you for a sweet, delicate kiss on your lips.
“Mm,” you realize it’s a tad too calm as you break away from his lips. “It is far too quiet in this house. Where’s my son?” you laugh lightly.
“He’s napping on the couch,” Bucky chuckles along with you. 
“Napping? At four in the afternoon? He gets naptime at school after lunch,” you furrow your eyebrows, wondering how he could still be tired. 
“Actually, he seemed a little out of it when I picked him up from school and he kept nodding off in the car ride home. And when we got home, before I could even offer to make him a snack, he had already climbed onto the couch and cuddled up with Alpine,” Bucky explains. “I’ll send you the picture I took.”
“Gosh, this growth spurt. You know, maybe I should start giving him those multivitamins again,” you say, more to yourself than to Bucky. “I wonder if he’s got a deficiency or if he’s coming down with something. Shoot. Do you think I should get him checked out?” you start to worry yourself.
“Sweets, I’m no pediatrician, but if he has no other symptoms, I think you’re right about it being just a growth spurt,” Bucky nods, using his flesh hand to caress your shoulder. “He’s as playful and happy as he normally is. Just a little extra sleepy,” Bucky assures you.
“I guess you’re right,” you chew on your bottom lip. 
“Hey, but Sarah was a pediatric nurse for a while,” Bucky brings up, gently rubbing his hands up and down your shoulders. 
He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t want to invalidate your feelings. You have every right to be worried as a mother, and Bucky just wants you to know he’s there for you.
“Sarah…” you trail off, trying to recall where you know that name from. 
“Wilson. Sam’s sister. She’s worked in a children’s hospital for at least five years. Maybe we could plan a time to see Sam and Sarah and the two of you could talk, if it will ease your mind,” he suggests meekly.
“It would. Thank you, Bucky,” you nod and smile, feeling your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. 
“Of course, Sweetheart,” he coos, pulling you back into his arms, placing a kiss atop your head.
“Hey, so…” you murmur into his chest. ”Nat knows about us now.”
“Nat… Natasha?” he asks to clarify, running his hands over your back. “Miss Romanoff?”
You pull your head up to face him, nodding hesitantly as you try to read his face. Maybe it was a mistake to open up to Nat so quickly about this. Maybe you crossed a boundary. 
Great, (Y/n). It hasn’t even been a week since you’ve admitted your feelings and you’ve already jeopardized the relationship.
“Is that okay?” you wonder.
“Of course it’s okay,” Bucky assures you, reaching up to hold your face. “I just know that she’s going to be that much more protective over you now,” he chuckles, and you feel relieved once you see his smile. 
“Oh, I bet,” you giggle along with him. ”But she also did offer to watch Jasper for a night if we wanted to go out and… y’know, just do couple-y things,” you trail off into a mutter by the end of your statement.
“What things?” he smiles, directing you to look back at him.
“Couple-y things,” you half frown and half smile, feigning anger that he’s teasing you.
“Oh. And would you wanna go out and do… couple-y things?” he then asks with a smirk.
“Maybe,” you purse your lips, casting your gaze downwards. “Only if you wanted to, too.”
And a switch in him flips; he goes from playful and silly to passionate and serious. He holds your face in his hands and catches your eyes once again. 
“I would love to,” he says genuinely, but sees that you’re still pondering something. “What else is on your mind, Sweets?”
“Well… well we kiss and stuff,” you start again shyly. 
“Yeah, and I do like kissing you,” he teases softly, punctuating his point with a dainty kiss to your lips. 
“But like… what about other stuff?” you trail off, trying to find a more tactful way to talk about sex. 
“Other stuff?” he asks, running his flesh thumb over your cheek, not picking up on what you mean.. 
“Like, just other… uh, intimate stuff,” you answer bashfully. 
“Oh,” he nods. “What about it?”
“I just mean that… Well, I promise I’ll try to be comfortable with it, you know… if you need that kinda stuff,” you avert your eyes from his gaze.
“Oh, Sweetheart, absolutely not,” he coos while shaking his head. 
“What?” you wonder nervously, turning your head back up to look at him. 
“(Y/n),” he sighs, moving his hands from your face to press them flat against your back, keeping you close to him, but at enough of a distance that he can hold your eye contact. “When you’re ready, you’re ready. I’m not going to make you go any quicker than the pace you need, alright?”
“But, Bucky, if you need that—“ you start again, but when you see Bucky shaking his head, you stop talking. 
“I don’t,” he states plainly. “(Y/n), I promise I am never going to force you to do anything you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with. We are going to move at your pace. And when you feel you’re ready to take that next step, however long you need to wait and prepare, I will be here. I promise I’m not going anywhere, so please do not feel like you have to rush,” he assures you, running his thumb over your cheek. 
“I am ready,” you blurt out, though you’re not sure you mean it.
“When the time is right, it will happen,” he assures you, seeing right through you. 
“Alright,” you sigh and give him a timid smile. “Ugh. You’re so nice to me.”
“Well you’re really cute so it’s pretty easy,” he returns, pushing a loose section of your hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek, making your ears burn in embarrassment. “Too cute for your own good,” he then whispers, moving down to press a quick kiss just below your jawline. 
Then, he pulls away, letting go of you and turning away to continue cooking.
“Mm, come back,” you groan quietly. 
“Dinner,” he whisper-shouts, shooting you a wink before he goes about his business, seasoning the food and tossing it all together in a pan on the stove.
You sigh playfully-dramatically, rolling your eyes before he rolls his eyes back at you as you prance out of the kitchen. Heading into the living room, your eyes fall on the cutest sight: Jasper nuzzled up with Alpine.
You almost don’t want to wake him, but you know that if he sleeps any longer, he won’t go to sleep tonight. And maybe it’s selfish, but you need him to start sleeping better so that you can spend more interrupted time with Bucky.
“Bubba,” you murmur to him, running your hand over his soft cheek, watching as he slowly stirs awake. 
“Mama,” he mumbles sleepily, lifting his head from Alpine’s tummy to glance up at you.
“It’s dinner time,” you say gently, lifting him off the couch, so he curls his little legs around your waist and rests his sleepy head on your shoulder.
“What’s for dinner?” he asks, lifting his head to watch as you walk back into the kitchen.
“Why don’t you ask Bucky,” you say, and the man’s ears perk up at the sound of his name from your lips. 
“Hiya, Sport,” Bucky greets gently, wiping his hands on a towel before taking the toddler from your arms as you take over his duty at the stove. 
“Bucky,” Jasper says in a sleepy, sing-song voice, resting his head back down on Bucky’s shoulder. “What’s f’dinner?”
“Spaghetti,” Bucky coos, placing a protective hand over the back of Jasper’s head and then bouncing him in his arms a little. “That alright with you?”
Good god. Every time you see Jasper in Bucky’s arms, your stomach flutters. The whole scene you’re in - coming home from work to Bucky, trading off the kid, and cooking together - it makes you so happy. 
You can’t explain it: it’s so basic, so normal… traditional. But it’s everything you could ever ask for.
“Mhm,” Jasper hums back with a giggle as he lifts his head to look up at the man. “Tummy so hungry.”
“Well, good,” Bucky nods, pulling his own head back to gaze at the little boy. “Wanna taste it and tell me if it’s yummy enough?”
“Yeah!” he perks up, and Bucky sets him down on the kitchen counter before spooning some of the spaghetti out of the pot for Jasper to blow on and then taste.
“How is it? Yum?” Bucky asks, and Jasper just smiles and hums contently, making Bucky chuckle. “Well as long as you approve, Sport.”
You love your two boys.
~~~
The next day, you decide to work from home to be with Jasper, since he doesn’t have school. Bucky leaves early in the morning for his opening shift at the coffee shop, and you don’t expect him to be home until at least past two. 
You miss him terribly, since both you and Jasper slept through him leaving, but you know this one on one time with your son is just what he needs, especially after all the change that’s been happening for him. Thankfully, he seems to have adapted well to it all, and it helps that you’re still sleeping in the same room, although you hope to change that. And soon.
You love your son more than words can say, but you have an inclination that Bucky may just be a better roommate. But of course, you don’t know how he’d feel about sharing a bed, even though the two of you are - kind of - together now. So you settle for now, and figure that when the right time comes, you’ll know.
After lunch, Jasper takes to playing with some blocks. You’re down on the floor playing with him for a while, but eventually cuddle up on the couch with Alpine. She seems to be your cuddle buddy in place of Bucky when he’s away.
“Mama, look’it!” your son says excitedly. 
“Very cool, Bubba,” you giggle and nod, watching as he places yet another Jenga block on top of the other three, stacking them long ways up. 
You’re actually impressed with the stillness of hand he has to balance them on the small ends. His motor skills are developing pretty quickly the more and more he grows curious and explores new things. But his calmness comes to an abrupt interruption when he hears the front door click open.
“Bucky!” he calls, letting his blocks clatter to the floor as his little legs take him over to the entryway as quickly as they can. 
“Hey, Sport!” you hear Bucky greet with a laugh and a grunt as Jasper makes contact with him.
“What’s this for?” Jasper’s little voice wonders, piquing your interest in what he’s asking about.
“For your Mama,” you hear him answer quietly. “Shh, it’s a surprise, though.”
And now, you’re really curious. 
But your curiosity is quickly satiated when Bucky comes into your line of vision carrying Jasper on his hip and a stunning bouquet of pink, peach, white, and purple flowers in his opposite hand. 
A brawny, six foot four, bearded man with a little boy in one arm and colourful flowers in the other. What a sight.
“Hey,” you greet nonchalantly, praying it’s not selfish of you to hope the flowers are for you. 
“Hey, Sweetheart,” he smiles back bashfully, and as you stand up to meet him, Jasper wiggles out of his arm to continue building with his blocks.
Your eyes dart down to the bundle of beautiful flowers, and although you try not to make it obvious, Bucky sees.
“Uh, these… They’re for you,” the man says, then leans in to kiss your cheek. And you can almost feel the shake in his hands as he gives you the flowers. 
“Oh, Bucky,” you fawn, gazing down at the flowers. “They’re so lovely. Thank you. But, what are they for?” your question, accompanied by a giggle, mimics your son’s as you turn your attention back up to Bucky. 
“Uh, well,” Bucky starts, and his cheeks go pink as he grows nervous. “I wouldn’t dare ask you out without flowers.” 
“Bucky,” you smile and hum. You cannot believe how precious he is.
“Ugh, wait… That’s no way to ask you out,” he scolds himself, internally cringing at the lack of suaveness that he’d even practiced on the drive home.
You think back to when the two of you first met at the park all those months ago. His staggered invitation of asking you out right now is almost exactly the same as that.
“Bucky,” you say again, reaching one arm around his neck and bringing your body close to his, positioning the flowers outwards so that you don’t crush them, and you watch as he composes himself.
He grabs your hand from around him and instead holds it with the utmost gentleness against his chest, gazing longingly into your eyes as he takes in a deep breath, then exhales. 
“(Y/n), would you like to go out to dinner sometime?” he finally asks softly, yet with the confidence you know he holds deep down. 
“Just the two of us?” you ask bashfully, wondering if he means this to be like a date. 
“Just the two of us,” he confirms. 
“Like… a couple?” your question comes with a small giggle, nodding to the conversation that you two shared the other day. 
“Like a couple, pretty girl,” his head quirks to the side, knowing exactly what you’re referencing. With another small laugh, you press yourself up into your tiptoes to leave a dainty kiss on his lips.
“I would absolutely love to go out to dinner with you, James,” you whisper after pulling away. 
“Phew,” he exhales, letting the tension drop from his shoulders. “I really thought I biffed my chances there.”
“You could never,” you shake your head and chuckle as he leans down to kiss you again. “Let me get these in some water.” you whisper, gesturing with the flowers as you break away from him. 
“Do you like them?” he asks timidly, watching as you make your way into the kitchen. 
“Bucky, I love them. Thank you so much. They’re so gorgeous,” you tell him. 
“Not as gorgeous as you,” he winks, and you playfully roll your eyes at him. 
“So…” you start, struggling to reach the vase off the top shelf of the pantry as Bucky walks over into the kitchen to meet you. “Did you have a night in mind?”
“For dinner, you mean?” he asks, barely reaching up and easily grabbing the vase for you.
“Thank you,” you giggle as he hands it to you, then you make your way to the kitchen sink to fill it with water. “Yeah, for dinner. Did you have a specific night you wanted to go out?”
“How about Saturday? Think Nat will be willing and able to watch the little guy for the evening?” Bucky wonders.
“I can almost guarantee it,” you smile, turning off the faucet and slipping the flowers into their new home. “I’ll shoot her a text tonight to ask. But in the meantime…” you hum, placing the vase on the dining room table while pulling Bucky with you back into the living room. “I’m in desperate need of some cuddles.”
Bucky laughs quietly but obliges, pulling you down onto the couch to lay on top of him, immediately taking you into his protective embrace. 
“That makes two of us, Sweets,” he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head, and the two of you are perfectly content to lay there watching as Jasper continues with his Jenga block architecture. 
~~~
Eventually, you text Nat, and the conversation, as always, goes absolutely perfect. She is so supportive of you and you seriously don’t know what you’d do without her. 
You and Bucky end up deciding to go out to dinner on Saturday around seven. Bucky made reservations for some fancy place and told you it would be a surprise. But what he doesn’t know is that you hope to surprise him, too, by letting him know that you’re ready to take the next step in your relationship, and taking advantage of having the house to yourselves.
Even though Bucky said he’d wait as long as you need to for you to be ready, you know he has to be longing for more. You know that the lingering touches and the heated kisses aren’t enough to fulfill his desires. You notice how uncomfortably he walks away after a heated makeout session, and you no longer think it’s a coincidence that his showers just so happen to be a little longer after those makeouts.
You can’t blame him, though. He is a man, after all. 
And although you want to let him know that you’re grateful for his patience, you’re also just as desperate. You want to have a deeper, physical connection with Bucky, and you don’t want him to feel like he has to tiptoe around you. You need him just as bad. If not, worse.
~~~
When Saturday night rolls around, both of you are buzzing in anticipation for your very first ‘date’. It may not seem like much to an outsider, but if they only knew what the both of you had gone through to get to this point, they’d understand how meaningful this night is.
A little earlier in the evening, you drop off a bubbling Jasper off at Nat’s with the promise to pick him up the next day, somewhere around noon. But you don’t know how you’re going to spend the time alone with Bucky after dinner, so you can’t exactly plan for the morning after. 
By the time you return from dropping off Jasper so that you and Bucky have time alone to prepare for your date, your nerves have only amplified. So you try to channel your nerves in a different way, attempting to push forward the confidence that’s been shoved deep down inside of you. 
In passing, you see Bucky fresh out of the shower and getting ready in his room. The smell of his body wash and shampoo fills your lungs and pulls you in, unable to resist him. He’s staring at himself in the mirror: practicing smiling, puffing his chest forward, then rolling his eyes and scoffing at himself. 
“Do I get to know where we’re going to eat yet,” you wonder, popping your head into the bedroom just enough to catch a glimpse of Bucky standing in front of the mirror, clearly checking himself out. 
“Gosh, Honey—“ is all he says, along with a startled gasp as he turns around to face you, clearly a tad embarrassed, and unintentionally showing off just a peek of his rigid abs under the white dress shirt he has yet to button up. 
“Or is it still a surprise?” you smile, unable to keep your eyes from drifting down to his midsection. 
“It’s a surprise,” he winks, buttoning up his shirt, then tucking it into his fitted, navy slacks before reaching his arms out for you to come to him.
“You look really handsome,” you ogle up at him. 
“Thank you,” he blushes, then kisses your forehead. 
“I still gotta change, but I’ll be quick, I promise,” you tell him, breaking away from his hold. 
“Take all the time you need, Sweetheart. Reservations aren’t for another hour and a half. We’re in no rush,” he assures you. 
“Easy for you to say. You always look that good,” you roll your eyes. 
“Stop,” he blushes a deeper red. “You do, too. Always look perfect,” he affectionately scolds you. 
“We’ll see,” you hum, stepping out of his room and instead going down the hall to the room you and Jasper have been staying in. 
Once you get to your closet, you grab the dress you’d mentally picked out ever since Bucky first asked you to dinner, along with a new lingerie set you’re still debating whether or not to wear. 
You don’t want to assume anything about tonight, but you feel like it may end with some more intimate activities, considering you and Bucky will have the entire evening and morning to yourselves. At least, you hope that’s how it will go. 
And, you’ve let Bucky know that you’re ready to take the next step, although he still doesn’t want to rush you. You really, really appreciate that about him, but you also just need him in a deeper way. 
As you get yourself dressed and ready, though, you find that your nerves only heighten.
What if things don’t go as smoothly as you hope? What if Bucky doesn’t want to take the next step with you? What if he does, but you choke and can’t go through with it and ruin the night?
You shake your head, trying to rid your mind of these thoughts to focus on finishing getting ready. 
After staring way too long at your lace-clad body in the mirror, you finally slip into your dress. Then, you sneak to the bathroom down the hall to finish your look by applying just a tiny bit of makeup so as to not go overboard with changing your look entirely.
This dress isn’t something you’re normally used to wearing, but Nat assured you that you’re drop dead gorgeous in it when you asked for her opinion over facetime. It covers your body in the most flattering way: accentuating the parts you love and staying modest with the parts you don’t. 
You’re not sure how Bucky will react, since you’re pretty sure the only things he’s seen you wear are casual clothes, sweats, or your work clothes - which aren’t too fancy, either - so you’re anxious to see his reaction.  You assume he’s also dressing up a little more than normal for the occasion, and although you didn’t want to go overboard, you tried to do the same in choosing this dress. 
“I’ll be downstairs whenever you’re ready, Sweets,” Bucky’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door along with a gentle set of knocks, startling you. 
“Almost done!” you let him know, hoping you’re not taking too long.
“No worries, Honey,” he chuckles. “Take your time.”
And you’re just dying to see him again, wondering how he’s chosen to complete his outfit. He’s so insanely handsome, sometimes it’s hard to convince yourself that he’s actually attracted to you. 
But tonight, you try to shuck those doubts to the side. He obviously is attracted to you, and you need to feel confident in that. 
After one last dabble of makeup, you take one more glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure you like the way you look. Then, you grab your shoes from the bedroom before you make your way down to find Bucky. 
From the top of the stairs, you hear his voice. He’s talking to someone, but you’re not sure who, until you hear the context of the one-sided conversation.
As you carefully pad down the stairs, the two cuties come into your line of vision. Bucky’s hunched over the back of the couch while Alpine lounges on the top, happily getting some scratches.
“Can’t cuddle right now, girlie. M’sorry,” Bucky coos to the cat. “Your white fur’ll get all over my clothes. Gotta stay lookin’ nice for my date.”
Alpine lets out a little mewl, as if to respond to her human father.
“Yeah,” Bucky hums. “Gonna take her out to dinner. Hope she likes where I take her.”
Alpine meows again.
“I know, I know. Can I tell you a secret, though?” Bucky asks, then lowers his voice to a whisper, as if he’s actually sharing a secret with the furry friend. “I’m a little nervous,” he admits, stroking her soft back, and Alpine gives her opinion one last time before you finally interject. 
“Don’t worry, Alpine,” you make your presence known to the man. “I’m nervous, too.”
And in a second, Bucky’s gaze shifts from the white cat over to you, just stepping down off the last stair. His jaw drops, his eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he swears he may be sent straight into cardiac arrest. 
“(Y/n),” he gasps, standing up straight from the couch, staring at you so intensely that it makes you worry if there’s a tear or a stain on your clothes or something wrong with how you look. 
“What? Do I look alright?” you ask nervously, casting your vision down to yourself, smoothing out the fabric of your dress.
“Oh my god, (Y/n),” he says, walking towards you and gazing at you as if you’re the only source of light in the middle of darkness. 
“What?” you ask again, only growing more anxious under his unfaltering stare.
“(Y/n), you’re so…“ he trails off, unable to form a proper sentence. But when you bring your eyes back up to meet his, giving him a timid, worried smile, he swallows thickly, then finds his words. “You… you’re breathtaking,” he whispers. 
“Thank you, Bucky,” you shakily exhale the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, then look him up and down. 
He, too, is truly a sight to behold: dark, curly hair styled just right atop his head, lush beard freshly trimmed and dabbed with some insanely good scented after-shave, and his complete outfit of a navy blue sport coat with a crisp white dress shirt underneath, the top few buttons left undone, matching navy pants, and some black, recently shined shoes. He looks insanely good.
“Weird to see me dressed up, right?” he jokes after catching the way you check him out. 
But you shake your head and take a step closer, placing your hands on his shoulders to press yourself up and connect your lips to his, thankful you opted for a lip balm instead of a staining lipstick.
“James, you look really handsome,” you murmur just inches from his lips. 
“You think so?” he asks insecurely, wrapping his hands around you to link them together behind your back.
“Uh, yeah!” you whisper-shout, squeezing his shoulders. “Did you mean what you said? About being nervous, I mean?” you then ask sympathetically, rubbing where you just squeezed.
“Of course,” he shrugs. “I mean, look’t you. You make my knees weak,” he chuckles bashfully, then grows shy again. “Are you… actually nervous too?” he asks, wondering if you were just saying it because he said it first.
“Very,” you nod and exhale shakily, and his grip around you only tightens when he hears your confession. 
“Oh, Sweets. You don’t need to be,” he coos, reaching his flesh hand up to hold your face. “We’re gonna have a great time,” he assures you. 
“No, I know,” you nod and smile, then swallow thickly. “I‘ve just never… I’ve never been on a date before.”
“Never?” he asks, almost in disbelief. 
You shake your head to confirm your statement and avert your eyes from his, slightly embarrassed at the confession. But you know he’s not judging you; instead, he’s just glad you trust him enough, especially considering all you’ve been through.
“Well,” he starts, ever so softly adjusting your chin so that you’re looking directly at him again. “If this is your very first date, then I’m absolutely honored that you’ve chosen for it to be with me, Sweetheart.”
“I couldn’t ever want anyone else,” you whisper back, letting him leave another soft kiss to your lips. 
“Shall we go?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.
“Please,” you hum. “Wanna show you off.”
“Oh yeah?” he raises his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling at your statement. “Could say the same about you, pretty girl. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. Can't believe you’re mine.”
“Better believe it, Barnes,” you smile, letting him guide you to the front door. 
He helps you into your jacket, and the two of you bid your goodbyes to Alpine - she’s already settled into the couch cushions - before heading out to the car. 
Ever the gentleman, Bucky opens the car door for you, then shuts it gently once you’re in. 
Not more than a few moments pass before Bucky’s pulling out of the driveway and the two of you are heading to your very first date.
~~~
Dinner goes wonderfully. 
Bucky takes you to the fancy Italian restaurant you’d offhandedly mentioned you wanted to try, one time, weeks ago, even before the two of you were ‘official’. You’re surprised he even remembered it, but you’ve grown to understand that Bucky makes a note of all your favorite things. 
This, along with countless other instances, simply proves to you just how much Bucky cares for you. You’re not used to being cared for in this way, but it feels so good. Bucky makes you feel other worldly. 
Picking up on the romantic mood, the waiter offers you and Bucky the spirits menu. But in alignment with your personal vow of sobriety, you politely decline. Bucky does, too, even though you tell him that he can get something if he wants. You don’t want him to decline just because you do. But he insists he doesn’t mind. 
Instead, the waiter shares about the restaurant’s non-alcoholic wines, and asks if you’d like to try any of that. You’ve never had wine of any kind, even alcohol free, simply because you intended to stay away from it all. However, one sticks out to you from the list; it sounds really good, and you think you want to try it. 
Bucky insists that you get whatever you want, and after some playful banter, once the waiter comes back you do order some. Not long after, the waiter returns with a bottle and two wine glasses. He pours you each a glass, then leaves the bottle at the table for the two of you to self serve when needed. 
“To first dates,” Bucky raises his glass to initiate a ‘cheers’. 
“And to plenty more in the future,” you smile, clinking your glass to his. “Hopefully,” you then tack on.
“Oh you can bet on it, Sweetheart,” he shoots you a suave smile and wink. 
The attentive waiter takes your food orders shortly after, and the time in between his stops at your table is filled with nothing but giddy conversation between you and Bucky. 
By the time the food comes, both of you think that the other’s looks better, so you end up switching plates. 
Everything feels so right. Like you’ve been doing this forever. In fact, you wish you could have been doing it forever. But you trust the universe’s timing of bringing Bucky into this point of your life. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe Bucky’s your reason. 
When the two of you have finished off your meals, the waiter comes around to offer the dessert menu. And even despite the fact that both you and Bucky say you’re full, you give in an order a serving of cannoli to share. 
And as if straight out of a cheesy romance film, Bucky forks off a piece of the dessert and offers it to your lips. You can’t help but giggle bashfully at the gesture, but accept it all the same, and when the flavor hits your tongue, you let out a sound of delight. 
“Any good?” Bucky asks.
“It’s fantastic,” you tell him, watching as he then takes a bite for himself.
And just as you had, he lets out a noise of pleasure at the dessert’s delicious taste.
It takes no more than five minutes before the two of you have finished up, and the very attentive waiter has returned with the bill. 
Immediately, Bucky reaches for the small paper, picking up on the fact that you’d been eyeing it, too. But he doesn’t let you even entertain the thought of paying. He takes out his wallet from his jacket and promptly hands the waiter his card.
“Bucky, what do I owe you?” you ask, but he shakes his head in refusal.
“Nothing. No way. It’s our first date. Call me traditional, but I believe that it’s my job to pay,” he teases, although you can sense some genuinity in his tone, too.
“It’s the twenty-first century, Barnes. Women can pay on first dates, too,” you tease right back.
“I know. But I asked you out. So I should be the one paying,” he finishes the last of the wine in his glass.
“I guess that makes sense,” you reason, admiring the way he makes even the simplest of actions seem so attractive. “But that just means I’m gonna be the one to ask you out next,” you smile at him.
“Not if I ask you out first,” Bucky smirks, thanking the waiter when he returns with the card and two receipts, one of which he signs his name on, then slips his card back into his wallet, and his wallet back into his pocket.
“You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?” you giggle, your eyes following as Bucky stands up, then walks over to you. He holds out his arm and you accept, holding onto him as you stand up and walk towards the door together. 
“It’s a possibility,” he smirks, parting from you only to hold open the door to the restaurant for you. Then, he grabs your hand again, and leads you to the car.
~~~
The ride home is pretty quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. The radio plays softly as background noise, and about halfway through the ride, Bucky’s hand lazily wanders to rest on your thigh, just above your knee. 
Your heart and tummy both flutter when he makes the move at a red light; he looks over at you unsurely at first, but when you smile and place your hand over his, interlocking your fingers atop his, he squeezes your knee gently. 
No words are exchanged in this interaction, but the two of you know what you want to communicate: both of you are touch starved for the other. And you know it can’t from the wine you consumed since it was nonalcoholic, but something inside you is buzzing.
Something inside you is yearning for Bucky. And something inside Bucky is longing for you, too. 
Both of you just need to admit it.
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romanoffjohansson · 2 years
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JOJO: Chapter Two - Fascinated
summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?
chapter summary: a first date with a redhead and an unexpected connection.
pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader
word count: 2330
warnings: none.
Y/N POV
It hadn’t even been two whole days since I met Natasha in the park, but we had texted almost non-stop. I don’t know what it was about her but I felt so at ease and comfortable talking to her, which is rare for me, especially the past couple of years. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange as I polished off my makeup: tonight I was getting dinner with Natasha, as promised. A musical knock sounded on the door of my apartment and within moments I was swinging open the door to be met by my best friend, Sam.
“Damnnnnn you look good girl” he looked me up and down with a cocky smirk.
“You’re late Wilson. And all of this?” I paused, motioning down my body and up again with my hands, “is not for you.”
“What a shame. Hot date huh?” He teased, knowing all the details of my encounter with the red-head. Immediately my cheeks deepened to a shade of crimson.
“Something like that… maybe…” I faltered as my head bowed to avoid eye contact with my partner in crime. Changing the subject, I yelled throughout the apartment “JOJO, UNCLE SAM IS HERE!” Tiny pounding footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the room as my daughter charged from her bedroom before sliding down the spiraling staircase on her bum. She raced towards the tall man and threw herself into his arms.
Sam had been there for JoJo since the day she was born, and he’s the closest thing she has to a father figure. He made an effort to see her, and me, as much as possible, and was always on hand to babysit. I’ve known Sam since I was 18 – we met through JoJo’s father and have been almost inseparable ever since. I say almost, he recently managed to get himself involved with the Avengers. Though I’m extremely proud of him, I’m also very jealous since he refuses to let me meet any of them. He says I’ll embarrass him… I call bullshit.
My five year olds legs flailed through the air as Sam swung her around before resting her on his hip. Her little giggles made my heart soar.
“Hi Sammy!” She spoke through her smiling lips before wrapping her arms around his shoulders as far as she could reach. I left the pair to chat whilst I slipped into my outfit. Though this was our first date, we were going to a pretty nice restaurant so I figured I should dress up… plus I wanted to look my best for a certain person since the last time she saw me I had tear stained cheeks. My hair was pulled back into a slick, low bun and my makeup was golden with a smoky eye. All I had left to do was pack my things into my handbag and wait…
 Nat POV
I pulled up to the address Y/n had sent me and parked on the curb. The building was tall, grand and modern, with a gold revolving door at the entrance. As I entered the lobby I was greeted by smartly dressed, formal looking staff.
“Good evening ma’am,” a grey haired man spoke. He smiled lightly, stood behind a lush, mahogany counter.
“Hi, I’m here to see Y/n, apartment 85.” I faced the man, smiling sweetly, hoping he’d point me in the right direction.
“Right this way,” he swiftly floated around the counter and headed down an elegant corridor toward multiple elevator doors, pressing the button to push one into operation. I thanked the man as he stepped out of the elevator after having selected the button for the correct floor. Standing back and observing my surroundings, I noticed that Y/n lived on the top floor. Fancy. Once I arrived I knocked on her door. I could hear light conversation behind the door, I assumed it was Y/n and her daughter, but the door swung open, revealing the last person I expected to see.
“Sam?” I stared at my teammate with utter confusion which his face and tone of voice echoed.
“Nat? What are you doing here? Do we have a mission?”
“No I- I’m here to pick up my date…” He remained silence, staring at me. “Y/n?” I clarified. His face both dropped and lit up at the same time.
“OH SHIT HAHAAA OH MY GOD YOU’RE THE REDHEAD THAT Y/N MET IN THE PARK NO WAY THIS IS TOO GOOD.” I was about to respond until I heard another voice.
“Okay, so she’s had dinner and can sleep in her onesie but if she gets hungry she can have a snack but no later than 8:30 because I want her in bed by nine. NINE. You hear me Sam? She has school tomorrow and if she’s tired that’s on you.” I watched as Y/n paced around the apartment throwing things in her bag whilst tidying things up at the same time. You can tell she’s a mom by the way she multitasks with ease. “And if she gets too hot there’s different pyjamas in her closet. Don’t mess with my thermostat. No scary movies. No swearing in front of her. I’ve left a beer in the fridge for you but only one since she’s your responsibility tonight. Feel free to crash in the guest room because I have no idea what time I’ll be back.” She leant down to kiss her daughter who was sat on a kitchen stool with a carton of juice.
“You look really pretty mama,” she said delicately before sipping on the straw in her little hands.
“Thank you baby, you’re so sweet!” the mother responded, still walking briskly throughout her apartment.
“She’s not wrong.” I finally piped up. Y/n’s head shot up in my direction, clearly having not realised I was here. Her cheeks flushed red as her eyes met mine.
“Hi Tatasha!” The five year old waved at me from across the room, her surprised little smile causing my own grin to erupt as I waved back.
“Oh… hi.” Y/n finally spoke. My heart instantly fluttered seeing how flustered she became in my presence. “Sorry I um- I didn’t realise you were here.”
“It’s okay don’t worry. You look beautiful by the way.” I wasn’t lying. She took my breath away. Her sleek hairstyle showed off her stunning facial structure with makeup that highlighted her delicate features. She was a goddess, glowing like Aphrodite. Her outfit was flawless, teasing me with her exposed midriff. I had only seen this girl twice in my life and yet she was already doing things to me that I couldn’t describe. I tried to hide the lust that flooded my eyes.
“Thank you, not too bad yourself.” She replied to me with a delicate smile. We admired each other for a few seconds, studying each other’s slightest smiles and blushes, until we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Our heads both shot around to Sam who was stood smirking proudly.
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” His cocky tone shone through in this voice.
“Sorry, Natasha, this is-“
“Oh, I know” I interrupted.
“Huh?” Y/n looked puzzled by what I meant.
“I know him.”
“Yeah, you didn’t tell me the sexy redhead you were going on a date with was Nat!” I bowed my head to hide my smirk knowing that Y/n had called me sexy.
“I’m so confused, how do you guys know each other?” Y/n tried to clarify the confusion that flooded her brain. Sam and I pointed to each other and spoke at the same time.
“Work.”
“She’s an avenger too,” Sam spoke over me, deciding to expose me, to which he received a sharp elbow in his side.
“She’s a- You’re a- Huh? You know what? Let’s just go, we don’t want to be late for our reservation.” She smiled at me before turning back to her daughter. “Bye princess I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Behave, I love you. And you,” she paused, turning to Sam, “behave too. Look after her. Don’t wait up.” She smirked with a playful wink at him and turned to me. “Ready?” She looked so sweet and doe eyed, making my excitement for the evening ahead evening skyrocket.
“Ready.” I reached out my arm, offering for her to link it, which she took as we exited the apartment.
 Y/N POV
We walked out of my building, arm in arm, and toward the curb. I was expecting her to hail a cab, but instead I was taken aback when she pulled out a set of keys and the lights flashed on a beautiful, slick black Audi R8. She must’ve seen my jaw slightly drop as she smirked in my direction and opened the passenger side door for me to enter. We both sat in the car as the engine roared and we sped down the streets of New York. The radio played gently in the background as we delved into conversation, covering how we both knew Sam amongst various other topics.
Once we arrived, she again opened the passenger side door and offered me her arm as we walked in together. As soon as we stepped inside the grand doors we were entranced by the beauty of the place. Neither of us had been here before but we had heard incredible reviews. It was a French restaurant – fine wines, great company and beautiful décor, what more could I want?
“Good evening, welcome to Le CouCou.”
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Soon we were both sat opposite each other at a small table in the centre of the restaurant and had ordered our food. We were encircled by the sound of chatter and clinking glasses, the aroma of French cuisine but only focused on the sight of each other. We had ordered a range of delicious foods and our wine had just arrived at the table.
“Cheers” the beautiful scarlet haired girl across from me smiled, her ruby lined lips upturning.
“Cheers” I returned.
“I’m surprised you know French; I was expecting to have to translate the menu for you.”
“I was preparing to do the same for you but since I found out you’re an avenger I’m not so surprised that you’re multilingual.” I teased her, knowing she disliked that Sam exposed that fact about her, verified by her slight eye roll.
“Hey in my defence, I told you I worked in national defence.”
“Yeah I presumed you meant like an army nurse or something not a damn superhero!”
“I don’t think there’s a difference between the two things you just said…”
“Touché.”
We drank and dined through our first two courses, sharing stories and laughter. Conversation flowed like a spring river, it was so easy to talk to her, even when the topic got tougher.
“So your daughter…”
“Josephine, yeah? What about her?”
“What’s her story?” I giggled at her attempts to ask her most desperate question.
“Are you asking why I’m a single mom to a five year old at age 26?” I smirked at her, looking up through my eyelashes as I took another bite.
“Yeahhh, pretty much… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked tha-“
“No, no it’s fine, I was expecting it to come up, it usually does.”
“Usually?” She looked puzzled, wondering what I was insinuating.
“Yeah, dating as a single mom isn’t exactly easy, people presume I got knocked up in college or see my kid as an issue so the story always ends up involved in the conversation.”
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s fine, stop apologising,” I took a deep inhale before sharing the story, “I moved to New York from the town I grew up in back in England when I was 18 and had finished school to pursue my fashion career. I managed to secure an internship with a big name stylist after she discovered me through my Instagram. Less than two weeks after I moved here, I met Chris. He had left college a few years before and was training to become a therapist. That’s how he knew Sam, they met when Sam was helping veterans with PTSD and Chris was observing him. It was like a fairy tale; we both fell hard and fast and 2 years later we were engaged. Soon after that I fell pregnant so we pushed back the wedding until after I had given birth. When I was 21, JoJo came into the world. Then life and motherhood and work was just a whirlwind so we pushed the wedding back until Josie was 4 so she could really enjoy the party and the experience, the same age I was when my parents got married. We had the venue booked and my dress was picked out and everything…” I paused, taking a deep breath as I prepared to mentally relive the hardest part of my life. “Last May, a month before the wedding, David was involved in a car crash… the other driver was drunk and hit him at 85 miles per hour… it was fatal.”
I watched Natasha’s face change throughout my story, ultimately landing in a combination of shock and sorrow. I could see my reflection in her eyes as they glazed over with tears. I dipped my head, focussing on my half empty plate as I used my fork to push food around.
“Sorry I- I’ve put such a downer on the evening I shouldn’t have said anyth-“
“No you haven’t don’t be sorry, if anything I’m just even more fascinated by you.”
“You’re fascinated by me?”
“Yeah, pretty much everything about you is fascinating. And now that I know how much you’ve been through, how unbelievably strong you are… I’m just… wow.” My entire body filled with butterflies as she look deep into my eyes, both of us speechless by the other. Of all the compliments I have ever received, being told I fascinate someone is by far the most special.
This is special.
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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years
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No because single mom nat and a reader who can typically get anyone they want meeting at a bar after nats friends said she needed a break and took her out for drinks. With top!reader obviously because you know the vibes.
(I'm not gonna add smut bc this isn't my NSFW blog)
You were a regular.
Natasha was not.
She had two kids at home, a full-time job, was a single mom, and desperately needed a break.
Her friends had practically forced her out of the house, leaving Yelena to look after the kids. When all she ever wanted to do was relax on the couch in her comfortable clothes, watch some mindless TV, and eat ice cream.
But no. Here she was, in some low-lit bar, with men smelling of stale alcohol and nicotine practically leering her way.
Luckily, whenever one of them came close enough, she would tell them she had children and they would scarper.
That was, until you.
Natasha was tasked with getting the next round when you slid up beside her.
She could tell your type from a mile away. With your self-assured half-smile, relaxed posture against the bar, and that look in your eye.
You were used to it. Picking up women, that is. Taking them home, showing them a good time, and then never seeing them again. Unless they track you down in that same bar, like a few have done before.
So, Natasha repeated what she had reiterated before.
"Hi-"
"I have kids."
You were taken aback by that.
"That's a weird way to say hello."
"I'm not saying hello. I'm asking you to leave me alone."
"Oh. Not the social type?"
"Not the type to have sex with someone I don't know."
"I'm Y/N." You offered your hand, which she didn't shake. "There now you know me."
"And you don't know me."
"But I am the type to have sex with someone I don't know."
"Do you not remember when I had kids?"
"Yeah and?" You shrugged.
"And you're fine with that? Normally people like you run at the first chance when they hear the word 'kids'."
"But you don't know me. Remember?"
Natasha’s friends watched on with excited smiles. They had been bugging her for months to get out there and find someone. Even if it was just a hook up for the night. And they thought you were just the person for that.
So, with a single glance at one another, and a nod. They decided to help the red-head to "de-stress" with you.
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The Best Christmas (W.M)
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader.
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Pairing: SingleMom!Wanda x Fem!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Y/n was alone celebrating holiday this year what will happen when she find strangers in the house?
Warnings: None i think. Just pure Christmas fluff.
Requested: Yes.
A/n: Hi peeps! I know I had few older requests before this, but Christmas is coming, so I had to get this done first. It's a Christmas one shot. I hope you enjoy this. I will get the other request and Lost in Assistance updates done as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience! Happy Reading!
Halloween has passed, so has Thanksgiving. The holiday season has begun. You live by yourself in a lovely neighborhood. You love all the neighbors and you made friends with all of them. One of them has even become your best friend. Natasha Romanoff, the neighbor from the house on the corner. Both of you have been really good friends to each other since the first time you moved into the neighborhood three and a half years ago.
Both of your parents have passed, so as a single daughter of theirs, you really didn’t have any family to celebrate anything with. She is like the sister you always wished for. Since you moved here, you always celebrate mostly everything with Natasha, unfortunately not this year. She has a business trip out of the country, not just a few days one but a six months long trip.
That’s why you are taking care of her house while she is away and that includes feeding her pet parrot, Sam, that she named after one of her co-worker, who always repeats what she says as a joke just to upset her. You also have to feed and take her dog, Vodka, for a walk everyday. You always tease her that her love for her favorite liquor is beyond your understanding that if she gets a dog someday she should name it with it, and of course she did.
Besides taking care of her pets, you come to her house daily to make sure everything is okay, take her newspaper and mail in, take the trash out on trash day and shove the snow aside. Sometimes you stay the night there when either you are too lazy to walk back to your house or it's too cold and snowy. You often spend the night there when you hang out with Natasha, so one of the guest rooms upstairs is practically yours.
One night after you take Vodka for a walk, you decide to stay a little bit to play with him and watch the T.V. You open one of the wines and drink it.
Before you know it, you finished the whole bottle then you drank some shots of vodka you brought for Nat last time, it led you pretty drunk and fell asleep.
Time surely passed by so fast after you fell asleep drunk. When you wake up, it's already too late and it snows pretty bad. So you decided to stay the night. You fall asleep the second time before you finally drunkenly walk upstairs to your room and sleep the night there.
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As the morning comes, the untouched snow outside reflects the sun in and sparkling beautifully, with the coldness felt on your bearskin, stirring you up from slumber. You found yourself only with your bra and underwear. Finding the blanket is off the bed. You grunt softly, realize that probably as usual you drank too much and the alcohol raised your body heat and your drunk self didn’t like it and stripped your clothes off.
You sit up, bury your face in your palm then brush your eyes to wake yourself up more. The headache you are having right now from the hangover makes you regret drinking as much as you did last night. Your head is pounding, your eyes burn from the lights that come into your room. You swallow dry. Your mouth and throat are begging for a glass of water. You take a deep breath. You look for your glasses as soon as you get up from the bed.
Once you get your vision back, you search for your clothes that are nowhere to be found in the room. You let out exasperated exhales. You hate yourself right now. You walk to the little closet and you can’t find your clothes. Your tired and intoxicated brain recalls that you brought home your clothes in there for your long trip last time and you forgot to bring some back in.
You walk heavily, and you are sure you took off your clothes downstairs. You walk downstairs slowly as you are still dizzy. As soon as you reach downstairs, Sam the parrot says “little bandit intruder is here.”
You ignore the parrot and look for your clothes. You grunt irritatedly knowing Vodka must’ve taken your t-shirt and jeans somewhere. You search for them in the living room seriously and with the hangover, you don’t notice your surroundings and your back.
You finally hear a tiny sound of a step and feel a presence behind you. You turn around slowly and you find a red haired woman, standing there, looking at you scared, pointing a kitchen knife at you. She startled you and you quickly let out a short surprised scream. You raise both of your hands as if you got caught by a police officer then you realize you are half naked then you pull your hands down, try your best to cover your body with your hands only.
Then you realize your life might be in danger so you quickly grab the fireplace poker tool near you and you hold it towards her as your guard.
“Who are you?! Why are you here?!” You ask in nearly a surprised yell. “You are the half naked one in someone else’s house. I should be the one to ask who you are?” Her scared thick accent is clearly heard by you as she asks you.
“Oh and I should trust the red haired stranger in my best friend’s house with a kitchen knife pointing at me?” You ask in sarcasm as you pay attention in surroundings, being ready for anything that might happen. “This is my best friend’s house. I just got here early in the morning. How can I not point a knife at you, when I’m here by myself and the parrot is screaming that an intruder is here.” The green eyed stranger in front of you explains with her eyebrows furrowed in such serious expression.
“I knew it was a bad idea to teach Sam to call me that.” You let out an irritated soft grunt as you keep your guard up.
“What do you mean?” She asks. “You know, Sam, the parrot. My BEST FRIEND, Natasha, the OWNER of this house, taught him to call me the little bandit intruder as a joke.” You explain as your hand pointed to the parrot. “How can I trust you that you are telling the truth that you are her friend?” She asks again full of suspicion.
“Well, how can I TRUST YOU that you are really her best friend?” You return her own question. “I’m gonna call her.” You add and you move to look for your phone. “Don’t move! I will call her.” She commands as she reaches for her phone. “Fine. Call her. It’s probably midnight where she is now.” You answer nonchalantly.
You hear the dialing tone from her phone. Then you hear Nat’s sleepy voice answer the phone. “Hello? Wanda? Are you okay? Are you at the house yet?” Nat asks.
“Yes, Nat. Thank you but I have a problem here. Someone is here, I have to ask you if you know this person here?” Wanda asks as she flips her phone to you, her front camera facing you so Nat can see you and you can see that she is really talking with Nat, the owner of the house. You see her and hear her burst out laughing as soon as she connects the dot that Wanda caught you half naked in her house.
“Seriously? You have to do a video call and show me to her in the camera?” You complain. “What? I have to let her see you so I can be sure you are not a threat to me.” Wanda replies nonchalantly as she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, fair enough.” You mumble under your breath.
“Y/n, why are you half naked there? Oh you know what, nevermind. You probably got drunk and your body temperature got too hot as usual.” She is trying hard to talk while holding her laughs back. “Whatever, Nat. Thanks to you for forgetting to tell me that someone is coming to this house, I almost got killed half naked by a stranger in your house. Your friend here literally pointed a freaking kitchen knife at me.” You answer with agitation.
“Well don’t blame me. Blame the parrot. It started to scream that an intruder is here.” Wanda tries to defend herself, and hearing your conversation makes Nat laugh even more. “Don’t you dare laughing, Nat. I told you it was a bad idea to teach Sam to call me that.” You glare at Nat on the screen.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Y/n, Wanda, I’m sorry I forgot to tell both of you about both of you. Sorry for the misunderstanding. And, Y/n, if you are looking for your clothes, try to search it at that corner near the back door. Vodka always hides stuff there." Nat giggles.
"Okay. I'm gonna go get my clothes now." You put the fireplace poker back and you walk to the spot Nat told you. You hear mumbles of Wanda's and Nat's conversation.
As you put on your clothes, your mind is thinking about her pretty green eyes paired beautifully with her red hair and her thick accent that makes your heart skittered but you try to ignore your mind.
When you are walking closer to the living room, Wanda doesn't realize that you are there. You hear what Nat says to Wanda in a teasing tone. "Don't worry, she is very nice and single."
“Oh geez Nat, stop. The divorce just started, I don’t think I’m going to be in a relationship in a while after this. I will focus on the boys.” Wanda answers. Hearing what she just said, stops your steps. You feel bad for her. “What? I never liked Vision. You deserve someone better than him. I know Y/n will be perfect for you. She loves kids too.” You hear what Nat answers to her.
You clear your throat as you walk into the living room. “Oh is that y/n? Can I talk to her, Wand?” Your Russian best friend asks the red haired woman from the other line. “Yeah, sure.” She hands you her phone. The conversation with Nat was short. She just explained that Wanda and her sons will stay there while she is away until Wanda can find a place and figure things out. You don’t mind at all and you agree with her helping Wanda and her sons.
After you hung up the phone, you awkwardly talked to her and returned her phone. “Uh–here’s your phone.”
You get nervous all of a sudden. Especially now your hangover has slowly gone after what happened, and you are more aware now with her enchanting beauty. You don’t know why you get all nervous and awkward. “Uh–well, I’m Y/n. I’m sorry that you have to meet me the way you met me this morning, you know, uh just with my underwear and I was all–” You start to ramble.
Wanda smiles and giggles softly. Her smile is so soothing. “I’m Wanda. It’s okay. I’m sorry I pointed a kitchen knife at you. I was not emotionally well this morning and when I saw you, I panicked.” Her smile slowly faded away and instantly replaced with a frown.
“No, no. It’s totally okay. I totally understand. Uh, I’m sure you are tired and need some space, I will leave now. Nice to meet you, Wanda.” You noticed her sad face and it made you want to stay longer to give her company but you don’t know what to do or if she wants it.
As you slowly walk away toward the front door, Wanda’s voice halts your steps and you turn around. “Can I at least make you a coffee? So I feel better after, you know, what happened this morning.” You turn around, seeing her smile that you know actually has sadness in it from what she is going through now.
“Y-yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.” You smile at her. Both of you go to the kitchen. You see Wanda trying to figure out where the coffee and the coffee cups are. You chuckle softly. “It’s okay, Wanda. Just relax, have a seat. I’ll make the coffee for you.” You touch her right upper arm with your left hand, trying to guide her with a gentle push to take a seat. You noticed that her breath hitches softly from your sudden touch. “Uh-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” You awkwardly explain, trying to look away from her to tame your embarrassment but her green eyes keep pulling your gaze to her.
"It's okay y/n. I wanted to make you coffee but I guess you know this house better than I do." She said as she watches you easily find what she was looking for.
“Oh, it’s just because I spent a lot of time here with Nat. I’m an only child, so she is like the sister I always wished for. What about you? How do you know her?” You ask as if you didn’t hear anything from her conversation about her situation. “We’ve been friends since college. After graduating from college, I got married to my husband, Vision. He wanted me to be a housewife and stay at home mom. I kept in touch with Nat but we rarely met up.” She explains.
“Oh I see. So you have been friends with Nat longer than I have. She knows your husband too?” You ask innocently as you hand her the cup of coffee and you sit facing her. “Yes, she does. She never liked my husband, I meant soon to be ex-husband.” She slowly opens up for you a little. You swallow your sip of coffee and you clear your throat as soon as you hear what she said.
“We have been married for over ten years until one day he woke up and told me he doesn’t love me anymore, wants a divorce and wants me to get out of his house as soon as possible because his new girlfriend is moving in soon. That’s why I’m here. Nat helps me and my twin sons with shelter until I can find a place.” Her lips quivered, trying to hold back her tears as she lowered her head to hide the tears that were pooling in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry that you have to go through this, Wanda.” You tell her genuine sympathy and as if your hand has its own mind, you grab her hand hoping that it will help to calm her.
Surprisingly, it gives her comfort that she didn’t pull her hand away from your soft grip. It even made her subconsciously patch a small smile. “Where are the boys now?” Curiosity pushes you to ask. “They are sleeping upstairs, probably will wake up soon.”
As soon as Wanda answers you, you hear footsteps running down the stairs and you see them walking into the kitchen toward her. “Good morning, mom.” Wanda greets them with warm hugs and they hug her tight. Your eyes are drinking the view with awe. It melts your heart to see how close they are with Wanda and how sweet she is to them. You can see that she is a great mom. “Morning my babies. Say hi to mommy’s new friend, y/n.”
They turn to you from her hug and greets you politely. You think that they are very cute, well mannered kids. You spent the rest of your morning with the three of them. You talked more about each other and you had a great time.
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Since that morning, you keep visiting them to make sure that they are okay and get everything they need. Nat told you that you don’t have to watch her house anymore since Wanda and her sons live there. You can actually show Wanda where Sam's and Vodka’s food and how many times to feed them, but then you thought you would not have any more excuse to come there everyday.
As time flies by, Nat helps Wanda get a job at where she works. Wanda seems more comfortable with you and the boys like you more and more as much as you love them. Sometimes Wanda will cook and invite you for lunch or dinner. You also invite them to your house. Sometimes you watch the boys while she goes to work and let the boys play with your video games. The more you spend time with the three of them, the more you love them.
One day, you take Wanda out for lunch to spend more time and both of you walk at the park, talk about each other. That's when you realize that you are falling for the Sokovian single mom but you remember what she said that she won't be in a relationship for a while after the divorce, so you keep your feelings for yourself.
After the walk, both of you went to pick the boys up from school.
"Mommy, can we play snowball fights in the backyard with y/n, please? please? please?" Both of them beg. "Yes, you can but be gentle with y/n, okay?" You run with them to the backyard, as she follows behind three of you and sits on the back porch loving how you get along really well with her sons and how much they love you.
"I'm the ice queen! I will beat you both, boys! No mercy!!!" You act dramatically as you throw snowballs at them and they laugh every time a snowball hits them.
Billy sneaks behind you and throws you one, you turn around to him and now Tommy throws you another one from behind. You end up with the boys ambushing you from both ways. Once again, you dramatically screamed, and you fell on your knees. Then you pretend you are defeated and pass out. As the boys get closer, you startle them with your scream and quickly grab both of them and roll them in the snow. Wanda laughs watching the three of you in so much adoration.
You can feel she is looking at you, you look at her and smile at her then she returns your smile. Eye contacts get caught between you two. You are instantly hypnotized by her ethereal beauty and forget to function until a snowball hits your face. "You boys are done!!" You start chasing them and they laugh out loud as they run.
After a good half hour, all of you get into the house. “That was fun. Oh, I think we should start to decorate the house and most importantly, we need to get a Christmas tree.” You pitch the idea excitedly.
“Where does Aunt Natty keep her tree?” Billy asks innocently. “Keep her tree? She doesn’t keep her tree. She always gets a new one every year.” You answer, confused with his question.
“The boys never have real Christmas trees their whole life. Vision never wants to deal with the hassle of getting real trees, so we always put up fake trees that already have lights on them.” Wanda explains after noticing your confusion on your face. “Seriously? Geez.” You roll your eyes. Her face gets a little sad, thinking she is not a good mom for not letting her kids experience a better Christmas. “I’m sorry, Wands. I didn’t mean to cross the line with my reaction. Why don’t we get real trees and decorate them together?” You ask excitedly. The boys cheer, and Wanda smiles so happy that it lights up the room, you can’t help staring at her. She notices and blush slowly covers her cheeks. You see her blushing, making you act awkward so does she.
At the Christmas tree farm, you let the boys pick their first real Christmas tree. Then you bring all the decorations out, turns on Christmas classic songs. Wanda brings cups of hot cocoa for everybody. Her heart melts watching you with the boys. Her heart leaped. She got a warm, fuzzy feeling. Her hopes kindled. Happiness bloomed inside her. She feels fully alive and that’s when she realizes she is falling in love with you. Once again, eye contacts trapped both of your gazes. You look into each other's eyes and it makes her want to get closer with you. She gets up and helps with the decoration. The house is filled with joy, love and laughter from the four of you.
As soon as everything is done, you are ready to turn the Christmas light on. As you turn on the light, the lights shine and bring up Wanda’s enchanting beauty as she stands near the tree admiring everything. Her eyes gleam. Gold speckles sparkling in her green orbs, her smooth skin softly reflected the lights. You can help yourself but stare. “It’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you for all this.” She looks at you, and it feels like cupid’s arrow stabs straight to your heart that you already lost count how many times it did. “Y-yes, it’s beautiful. You are beautiful too.” You realize what you just said and you choke with your own words. She giggles. “Thank you y/n.”
“Uh–sorry, I didn’t–uh yes yes you are welcomed.” You answer. The night goes by, all of you spend more time until it’s time for you to go home. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Wands. Can’t wait for Christmas shopping with you, for you and the boys.” You smiled.
“Actually, I was thinking, let’s just buy gifts for the boys. We don’t have to buy each other gifts. It’s already more than enough, you have done a lot for the boys.” She gives you an appreciative smile. “Are you sure? I would love to give you some gifts.”
“Yes, y/n. Don’t worry about it. All of this is already a nice gift from you. I appreciate you.” Her green eyes light up with happiness, a stark difference from the first time you see her eyes. “Okay, as long as you are happy, Wands.” You try to look away to tame your nervousness but your eyes can’t get enough of her and you keep looking back at her. Sending signals to your brain to move your steps closer to her.
“You have now idea how happy I am right now, y/n. I can’t thank you enough.” She said as she gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it tenderly, making sure you know how much she means what she said. Her touch makes you feel like you are floating instantly. Your heart skipped a beat and your lungs forgot how to breathe.
The urge to kiss her is driving you crazy but you hold yourself back. Don’t want to make her feel rushed or anything. “I-I’m gonna go now, Wands. See you tomorrow.” You smile.
Right before you start to move Wanda moves forward and catches you in her hug. Both of you let out a content sigh. You quickly hug her back. “See you, y/n.” That quick hug was enough time for her scents evoke your sense of smell that gets you love struck even more. She smells sweet, comforting and fresh at the same time. You let go of the hug and nervously bit your farewell one more time and you went home.
You go Christmas shopping with Wanda, and it’s another day filled with her smile and laughter. She sometimes holds your hand to pull you to follow her when she wants to show you toys for the boys. You enjoy every minute of it. Then you had coffee together shortly before you went home and hid the gifts then wrapped them together when the boys were sleeping.
"Wands, when are you going to take the boys to take a picture with Santa? I saw one at the mall earlier." You ask as you wrap one of the gifts. She lowered her head. "I don't know. We never did it. Vision didn't want to stay in line to do it." She explains in a sad tone.
"Oh my god. Did you marry a robot or something? Seems like he doesn't have emotion or Christmas spirit whatsoever." You let out your sarcasm.
She laughs at your antics. "I guess a robot is the right nickname for him." She tucks her hair to the back of her ear. "Well, I'm gonna give the boys the best Christmas this year. We are going to take pictures with Santa tomorrow." You proudly tell her your plan. Wanda laughs and agrees with you.
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You are waiting in line with Wanda and the boys and hand them some snacks. "Are you two excited?"
"Yes of course. This is the first time we are doing this." Billy answers in excitement. "That's why we are here. You can tell him what you want for Christmas. He will ask you." You explain to them, Wanda can see how excited you are.
"Really? Anything?" Tommy's eyes widened in excitement. "Uh-huh. Anything. Then you will take a picture with him." You smile as Wanda answers.
It's finally your turn in line. "Hello! What a very nice family you are!" Santa said. Both of you and Wanda look at each other in a glance and smile. Happy with the idea he said. The twins talk with him and tell him what they want. You and Wanda watch them happily and when it's time to take a picture, Wanda joins them. You stand there patiently waiting but the boys call your name and want you to join in. You refuse politely but they insist, Wanda asks you to join in as well. So you oblige.
After that they print the picture and put it in the frame that you bought. All of you go home with so much happiness after having dinner and ice cream together. "This is a very nice picture y/n. I love it. Thank you." She smiles at you and grabs your hand, as all of you walk to the parking lot. "You are welcomed, Wanda. I just want all of you to have the best Christmas this year."
Wanda's heart raced faster. Another blush creeped up to her cheeks. "It is the best Christmas for them, and for me too." She gently rubs the back of your hand and smiles.
When you get home, you help Wanda to put the twins to bed. Then you tell her you need to go home. She walks you to the front door even though deep down she doesn't want you to leave. She wants to spend more time with you.
"Y/n? I notice that you don't decorate your house. I thought you love Christmas?" She starts the conversation. "Oh yeah, I love Christmas but it's okay. I live alone plus I want to focus more on you and the boys, like I said, the three of you will have the best Christmas." You answer selflessly.
Warmth spreads inside her hearing how much you care about them and their Christmas. "No, it's not all about us, I want you to have a great Christmas as well, so you are coming here on Christmas and celebrate with us. And I'm not taking a no as the answer." She tells you without leaving any room for refusal from you. You laugh. "Okay, I would love to. I can't wait."
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Wanda invites you to come there on Christmas eve, she cooks your favorite meal from her recipe. Four of you have dinner together and spend Christmas eve like a little family. Drinking hot chocolate in the living room in front of the fireplace watching t.v together until it's time for bed. The boys go to bed. Both you and Wanda spend more time in the living room. Having some wine, sitting on the comfy rugs on the floor in front of the fireplace, soft Christmas classic songs play in the background.
"Thank you for everything, y/n from day one we met." She smiles as she sips more of her wine. "You are very welcomed, Wands. You deserve it. You are a great mom, you raise the boys right. It's not easy, but you did it. You are incredible and beautiful. You deserve the best." You look at her as you tuck her hair that falls and cover her beauty to the back of her ear. You smile and admire her.
She shyly looks at you as both of your and her face get closer and closer. Your eyes flick between her eyes and her lips. You see her slightly open her lips as you tilt your head and finally your lips brush hers. It was a very gentle, hesitant first kiss. It took a few seconds for Wanda to slowly reciprocate the kiss. Her lips are as soft and sweet as you thought it would be. Her lips slowly move and grips your lips. You broke the kiss to make sure if she is okay with it.
She looks hesitant and surprised but her hand gently grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you back to her and kisses you again. You quickly return the kiss and kiss her deeper. She moans softly in the kiss. You cup her cheeks. You can taste the sweetness of her lips and the taste of the wine that was left on her lips. She slowly parts her lips as you tenderly lick it and slowly slide your tongue in. Her breath hitch when she feels your tongue touch hers.
Both of your breaths get faster. You caught her lower lips between your teeth and the feeling of it makes her right hand rake through your hair and gently pulls your hair. You moan under your breath, in the kiss. Butterflies go crazy in her stomach and your stomach does somersault. Both of your hands slide slowly from her cheeks to her neck, then to her shoulders and end on both of her upper arms. You delicately squeeze her arms and as all the air has escaped your lungs and no more left, both of you break the kiss. Both of you press the forehead to each other, smiling on each other's lips. She showers you with peck kisses and you both giggles. Then slowly open your eyes and both of you sit back, looking at each other lovingly.
Comfortable silence fills the room. Both of you are enjoying every single second of it. She doesn’t talk about the kiss but you understand and you don’t want to rush her on anything. She feels giddy and drunk with happiness. To you, the kiss feels like a caffeine buzz. She glows inside, her hopes rose. Joy welled up in your heart.
Wanda pour more wine to your glass. "I try not to drink too much tonight, I don't want to get too hot and strip here in the living room." You tell her jokingly.
She laughs. "I don't mind. This time I won't point a kitchen knife at you." You laugh.
As night gets later, you both get more comfortable with each other. Both of you lay down on the rug, talk about a lot of random things, until both of you fall asleep.
Morning comes, Christmas' ray of sunshine slides into the living room. Gently land on your closed eyelids and wake you up. You slowly open your eyes, and find Wanda snuggling with you sound asleep. You lay on your back, her head is on your chest with her hand wrapped around your waist and of course and your left arm wraps her body with your hand on her arm, as usual you are not wearing your shirt, only in your bra but this time you keep your jeans.
"Oh my God. Wands, wake up. We have to wake up before the boys." You wake her up and try not to panic. You hear she answers you with a hum and she snuggles into you more. "Wands, wake up." This time you call her louder and it wakes her up.
Wanda realized where she was lying and she swiftly got up. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to---" She tries to explain but she realizes you are topless and she holds her laugh.
"It's okay, Wands. And yeah, you can laugh. This is why I tried not to drink that much." You smile with obvious blush on your cheeks. Wanda threw your t-shirt to you. You try to stand up wobbly as if you are still drunk and it makes her laugh more.
You rush, you forgot to bring in one more gift. You come back with quite a large gift and other small gifts. "Oh my God, y/n, why didn't you tell me if you need help. What is this? You are really spoiling the boys."
"Well, I was gonna ask your help but you were busy laughing at me." You sarcastically joke at her and she slaps your arm playfully.
Right on time, you hear the boys running down the stairs. "It's Christmas! Let's go. Tommy!" Billy rushed his twin. "I'm coming!" Tommy answers.
"Whoa!!! That's a lot of presents!" Both of them gawked. "Merry Christmas to you, little monkeys!" You said it out loud as you spread your arms wide, proud with all the gifts. Wanda laughs. "Merry Christmas mommy!" They run to their mom and hug her tight. "Merry Christmas my babies! Go hug y/n too." She commands the boys to go to you and they come to you and cover you with their hug. "Merry Christmas, y/n. We love you!"
Wanda's eyes get teary hearing what the boys told you. "Aw love you too my boys! Go open your presents."
They both open their presents crazily excited. "Whoa! You got us this! This is the best Christmas ever!" Both of them yell in excitement about getting a PlayStation from you.
"Y/n, that's too much. You give them so many presents."
"It's okay, Wands. I love them. Now they can play video games whenever they want and they don't have to wait for me to come home from work." You smile and shrug your shoulders.
You pull a medium size box and hand it to the gorgeous woman in front of you. "Merry Christmas, Wanda." You smile. Her surprised yet happy face is priceless for you.
"Y/n, I thought we agreed we don't give each other presents." She hesitantly takes the present from you. "I know but I want to give you something, so yeah." You answer casually. "Oh okay, yeah, I get it. Me too. So here you go. Merry Christmas, y/n." She hands you present
"Whoa! Thank you, Wands! So much for not giving each other gifts." You joke around. You see her open it excitedly and she admires your gift, a red coffee mug with the picture of Santa and four of you printed on it
"Y/n, this is so cute. I love it! The picture and the color." She said as she looked at the coffee mug, smiling. "Yeah, I remember you were looking for coffee mugs to make me coffee here, now you have your own coffee mug.."
She giggles at what you said as she nervously looks at you opening your present from her.
You smile so wide when you look at a blue navy jacket with a hoodie and you laugh instantly when you see what's printed on it. "Little Bandit Intruder".
You put the jacket on and you wear it proudly. "This is awesome! I love that you put my nickname on it. Thank you! I have another gift for you.” You hand her a smaller box. “What? Y/n—” She takes it from you and opens it.
Her breath hitches as soon as she finds out what it is. A rose gold bracelet with a small ruby stone and initials of Billy and Tommy engraved on its band. Her eyes swim with tears. She pulls her hand to cover her mouth in surprise. “Y/n, this..this is very nice. I—”
“I hope you like it but I can return it if you don’t.” You anxiously tell her. “No No. I love it! Thank you.” Her eyes twinkled. You grab the bracelet and help her put it on her wrist. “I just thought it will be a nice symbol of your new fresh start with the boys in life after the, you know, the divorce. Also as a reminder for you of this year’s Christmas. I–” You got interrupted by her hugging you tightly. “Thank you, y/n. For everything. For being you.” You feel her bury her face on the crook of your neck. You hug her back and she lets out a relief, relaxed and content sigh.
You and Wanda watch the twins open their presents. She hesitantly asks you. “Y/n, Nat is coming home after the new year. It means, I have to find a place for me and the boys. There is this one house that I think it’s perfect. Would you come with me to check the house?”
“I don’t think you have to find a place, Wands.” You answer her. “What do you mean?” Confusion evident on her face as she asks.
“Move in with me, Wands.” You hold her hand. “Y/n, I can’t. I don’t want to be a burden.” She answers, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why not? I love the twins like my own. I love all your company. I have extra rooms for three of you to have your own room. I always live alone, and now I have three of you. I want you to be around me.” You kiss her hand as you keep your gaze locked with hers.
Tears shimmered in her eyes, thinking everything you said was the sweetest thing she ever heard. She nods quickly with a smile. “Okay, y/n. The boys and I will move in with you.” You instantly hug her in excitement. You pull away from the hug. “This is the best Christmas I ever had.” You smiled looking at her. Wanda gives you a quick soft peck kiss.
The unexpected guests have stolen your heart.
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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this! As usual reblog, like, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated. Merry Christmas peeps! Happy Holidays!
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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years
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Redcove Harvest - Bucky x Reader(f)   Chapter 3
Authors Notes: Glad to know ya’ll are enjoying this! If you happen to really like it, please consider reblogging or commenting. It really helps me understand what parts you do or don’t like about my work. :)
AU: Farmhand AU and SingleMom!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k +
Notes/Warnings: (Notes are for the whole series) FLUFF, mentions of a past toxic relationship, a wild storm at the end, drama and a break-up, mentions of drinking, kids being adorable and ridiculous, kissing, romance and a tiny bit of angst if you look hard but nothing more than that of a Hallmark movie.
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 The next week went without a hitch. Bucky would show up at eight, and get right to work mowing the fields. After day four, he had both front fields mowed. He spent the next two days repairing all the holes and broken parts of the fence that lined the front of the property. After that, he cleaned up the fence line by cutting down saplings and removing weeds and vines. He even fixed the mailbox that sat out by the dusty road.
 This morning was supposed to be no different but as he pulled up to the house, thunder rumbled. He hopped out of his truck and grabbed his wide brimmed hat. He figured working in the rain might beat working in the early spring heat. He walked over to the tractor but before he could hop on, he heard her.
 “Bucky!” She shouted from the porch.
 He turned to see Y/N waving him over. He jogged her way and as he reached the steps, the rain started. 
 “What’s up?” He asked her.
 “Well, I figured with the rain I could steal you for some barn work.”
 “Oh,” He replied as he took his hat off. “Yeah, I mean I was still planning on mowing. I know you’ve got those three back fields that are still pretty high.”
 She waved the thought away. “It’s okay. I know it will get done. I need to get the goat barn fixed up and the horse stables need some minor repairs.”
 “Yeah, sure. Lead the way.”
 Y/N walked with Bucky in the light rain down to the yellow barn a couple dozen yards from the back of the house. 
 He’d been there a few times when he needed to talk to her or grab a tool. The goat barn was actually an old horse stable; the entire right side of stalls had been turned into one large stall that connected to one of the three back fields and the left side was a gardening workshop. One of the left side stalls had been turned into a small greenhouse. 
 Next to the workbench, in the garden shop, there was a large storage bin. It was lit up red with a heat lamp and he heard the faint sound of peeping.
 He walked over and, sure enough, there were at least a dozen little chicks running around or huddled under the lamp.
 “When did you get these?” He asked. He crossed his arms and smiled back at her.
 She stepped up beside him. “Yesterday. Steve had them ordered for me and they finally came in.”
 “Nice.”
 She shifted her weight and her arm brushed against his. She moved away and apologized.
 “Doesn’t bother me.” He reassured her. He really had no problem making contact with her.
 She cleared her throat and walked over to the large goat stall. “So,” she changed the subject. “There are several boards around this opening that leads to their pasture. I had a billy a year ago who was a menace and rammed into it all the time. I’m so glad I got rid of him.” She chuckled. “And, goodness, he stank!” She turned to Bucky, “Did you know Billy’s pee on their beards? Because I didn’t.” Her face twisted in disgust.
 A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I did know that.”
 She huffed and grinned. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty new to this whole farm thing, so I’ve been learning as I go.” Y/N laughed at herself. 
 “New?” Bucky asked, surprised. “Looks like you’ve got a pretty good grip on it all.”
 She shrugged lightly, “I mean, I didn’t start from scratch. This was Gavin’s family’s farm.” She paused then clarified, “Gavin was my husband’s name. He grew up here and when his parents passed, he got the farm. He did a lot of the clean up when we moved in and he purchased the livestock and foul. He even cared for most of them - the chickens have always been my thing, though.”
 “What about the garden?” Bucky looked out the barn doors to the lush field full of greenery. The gentle rain was doing the day’s watering.
 “That’s all me, too, but I only started gardening a few years ago.”
 “Well, don’t sell yourself short. This is a lot of property, you’ve done a great job by yourself.” Bucky said as he opened the gate to the goat stall and stepped inside to examine the busted and rotting boards that needed replacing.
 “I actually had a good bit of help.” She said as she leaned over the chick bin and pulled out the water dish. She went to the large sink near the workbench and began rinsing it of poop before she filled it back up. “After Gavin died, Steve came over and showed me the ins and outs of cows and goats for a month or two.”
 That surprised him. Steve didn’t ever mention that.
 “Yeah, and his friend, Nat, showed me how to garden.” Y/N put the water dish back and picked up the feed dish.
 Bucky nodded to himself, “Nat has quite the green thumb for making gardeners.”
 “That she does.” Y/N smiled as she returned the now full seed dish.
 Bucky leaned over the gate and watched as Y/N tended to some seedlings that were on her work bench, spraying them with a squirt bottle. “So... can I ask what happened to Gavin?”
 Y/N nodded but didn’t say anything and didn’t turn to face him, she just kept watering the little cupped sprouts.
 “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
 “No, it’s fine.” She turned to him with a somber look on her face. She took a deep breath and looked at Bucky. She wasn’t sure if she should say what she was thinking but, Gavin was dead, what was he gonna do about it?
 “Gavin...was a jerk and a bully,” She started.
  Bucky’s brows shot up but he kept listening.
 “And what’s worse, he had no idea he was like that. He thought he was a great man- and sometimes, he was- but he had a habit of belittling people he didn’t agree with. It didn’t matter what, if he didn’t like it, you were stupid for thinkin’ it. He had his way of doing things and that was that, anything else wasn’t worth his time.” She crossed her arms and looked down at her boots. “I’m sure you’re wondering how I fell in love with a man like that but it was easy. I met him in high school. He wasn’t as bad then but I figure that’s because he was still growing and learning. It’s not an excuse, but he got it from his daddy. Compared to his dad, Gavin was a saint. Charles was as mean as he was stubborn and Gavin got the brunt of that growing up and he had no way of dealing with it other than doin’ the same stuff to other people. He didn’t do it to me until we were married and being that we were so young, I just thought it was a wife’s job to do what her husband said.”
 Bucky swallowed and shifted his weight when she did the same, almost like they both broke out of the trance of story telling and listening.
 “But there were good days. He wasn’t a monster. He could be really sweet, actually. He bought me the chickens after one of our fights, built me the fence around the garden after another. He never said sorry, he’d just build or buy me something. And I appreciated it. I really did love him.” Y/N suddenly realized that in her rant she’d never answered his question. She flushed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on about it. I guess I should get to it,” she chuckled.
 Bucky smiled at her from his spot on the gate. “It’s fine.”
 She took a deep breath. “Um, Gavin fancied himself a great driver, no matter his state. So, he went out with his friends one night and got plastered. He got in the car to come home and drove it into a tree at one hundred and ten.”
 Bucky cursed.
 Y/N nodded. “He at least had the decency to put me in the will when we got the house, so.” She shrugged her shoulders.
 Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’m sorry about all of that.”
 She smiled at him and Bucky got the sense she was only doing it for his sake.
 “I was too for a while. But I’m...happy, now.” Her smile seemed more genuine when she said that.
 “I’m glad to hear that.” He grinned at her. 
 Y/N looked at him for a moment before turning back to her plants. 
 Bucky also got back to work and they spent most of the morning like that, just working in silence. Bucky was even able to finish the woodwork in under two hours before he fixed a few breaks in the goat field fence.
 Around noon, Y/N invited him up to the house for lunch and after he declined twice, she finally insisted. 
 Bucky was happy to go.
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Når man her dagen efter vaccination er vildt smadret 😩 jeg er simpelthen så træt! Sov 9,5 time i nat! Så længe har jeg vist aldrig sovet før. Jeg har absolut heller ingen appetit. Jeg hygger om Vincent med film og varm kakao - så kan jeg blunde lidt imens 🤣 jeg skal lige hænge i til at lufte Chanel tre gange i løbet af dagen 💪🏼 sikke mange glæder vi har af det corona-skidt 🦠🤮 . When you are totally busted the day after your vaccination 😩 I’m just sooooo tired! I slept 9,5 hours last night! I’ve never slept that long. I don’t have an appetite either. I’m tugged in with Vincent watching movies and drinking hot cocoa - then I can snooze of every once in a while 🤣 I just have to hang in to walk Chanel three times today 💪🏼 oh the many joys of corona 🦠🤮 . . . . #vaccination #coronavac #covidvacccine #covid19 #booster #boosterjab #tired #træt #buybeck #alenemor #singlemom #aalborg #juleferie #theholidays #varmkakao #hotcocoa #coronastol #coronachair #morogsøn #momandson #hygge #film #movies #tegnefilm #cartoon #ingenmakeup #nomakeup #aunaturale #færdig #sodone 🙈 (her: Aalborg, Denmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX_TVv6IjHM/?utm_medium=tumblr
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cookrunwrite · 3 years
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Here's the perfect weekend read! Fall is coming next month and who doesn't like cookies in the fall? Recipes from the story are included in the book 📖 Link in bio! https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B099BZX3FM/ref=dbs_a_w_dp_b099bzx3fm#aw-udpv3-customer-reviews_feature_div Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Nat, a single mother of one, baker, and business owner. Life has been crazy but worth every second of craziness. Let me try to explain. It has been me and my beautiful daughter, Summer, for many years, which is why I chose the name, Two Girls And An Oven for my beloved bakery. Business has been slow, and bills are piling up. My hope was that with Thanksgiving and Christmas coming up, I would have a line of customers pounding down the doors. Then, it happened. Cookies. Yes, cookies happened. You've got to be curious as to how twelve weeks of cookies saved my life, right? Prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime! Tip: If you ever see a plate of cookies sitting outside your door, take them and run! #authordeannamartinezbey #writer_deanna #writerdeanna #booksbooksbooks #weekendreading #weekendready #happyfriday #fridayreads #sagafiction #womansfiction #contemporaryfiction #bakeryreading #bakery #cookies #businessownerlife #singlemom #singlemomlife #kindleunlimited #kindle #wakeforestnc #raleighnc #ncauthor https://www.instagram.com/p/CSy5f36rdFD/?utm_medium=tumblr
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alifeleadsimply · 4 years
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N Hele dag is verby. N Dag vol van tee en Milo en jogurt en kaas broodjies. Die met gesmelte kaas, wat stringe trek wanneer jy dit hap. En Milo wat net reg is om te drink, maak nie saak hoe lank dit al staan nie. Badkamer patrolie en n paar grens gevalle. Glipse om te herstel. Besig besig besig. Ons verf of kielie of hardloop rond. Die hond word gevoer, die Kat gevryf, die skilpad gesoek (hy slaap al). Ons het plante geplant, onnodige gate gegrou en blomme gepluk. Ons het feetjies gesoek in die tuin en toe ons nie vind nie, het ons vir hulle deurtjies in die huis gesit. Nou sal hulle hopelik kom kuier. Ons het voels gekyk, wolke ingekleur en vir die sterre name gegee. Daar was borrels in die bad, en op die vloer. En nat voetspoortjies na die sitkamer, waar ek gesit het en gehoop het vir 5min se rus. Net rus. Want vrede het ek. Dit het gekom, stil-stil. Nou is daar vrede en geluk in my hart, en dit druk die onsekerheid weg. Die aande is veronderstel om die ergste te wees. My bed is veronderstel om leeg te voel. Maar dit is nie. Met n arm vol dogtertjie aan elke kant is daar geen leemte nie. En die hond by ons voete. Ons lees stories tot laat, en sommige oggend le ons en vertel ons drome. Soveel lewe, soveel moontlikhede. Dis hoe dit voel - oop en vry. N Hele dag is verby. N Dag vol lag en avonture en verbeeldingsvlugte. Die wat jou neem na ver landed en ander plekke. Plekke waar spiliekoppe bestaan. En tamatiesous in nagereg werk. Besig besig besig. Ons drietjies. En die hond. . . . . . #daghoeveel #Covid_19SA #singlemama #singlemom #kids #love #alifeleadsimply (at Pretoria, South Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAbsHuEJO8i/?igshid=vlhpl37oi215
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missmonsters2 · 2 years
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instead of working, I decided to make a moodboard for this singlemom!reader x nat LOL....sos
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missmonsters2 · 2 years
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I know Im supposed to be writing the devils touch 2 but what if I wrote a singlemom!reader x nat with lots of apprehensive drama instead
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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years
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okay what about single mom Nat and Baseball coach!reader??? reader coaching nat's daughter and Nat takes a liking to her?
Okay, this is so cute ngl.
So, Natasha's kid is only ten, and you? You're her Little League Coach.
She drops her daughter off every practice, and you're always there shooting your bright happy smile.
And during her games, you're always at the ready to pick the kids up and give them a pep talk if needed. All of the kids adored you. And the parents did too. But none as much as Natasha.
It all started between the two of you when she had to pull her daughter out of practice early (dentist appointment), and was chatting with you as she got her stuff and said bye to her Little League friends.
To say you charmed the pants off of her would be an understatement.
You had talked before, of course, you have- It would be crazy if you didn't.
But this time was so much different.
You were normally very happy and complimentary, letting your golden heart shine through. And this was the exact same as normal. Only this time you were looking at her with such softness in your eyes that it almost drove the red-head crazy.
"I was, uh, wondering if you would, um-" your stumbled words were cut off when little Anya ran up to her mother, happily saying she was ready, and bouncing slightly on her feet.
You had never seen a ten-year-old so excited to go to the dentist. Little did you know that she was just plain excited to spend time with her favourite person in the entire world. Her mother.
"Okay sweetie," she spoke to the child, resting her hands upon her shoulder's and moving her to face the car, "You go wait in the car for me while I finish talking to your Coach, okay?" Natasha finished with a gentle pat on the girls back.
"Okay, by Coach Y/L/N!" The little girl waved back to you without turning around as she ran off towards the car.
"Bye-bye!"
"What were you going to ask me?" Natasha now turned back to face you, after making sure her daughter was safely settled inside the car and had locked herself in.
"I was, uh." You took a deep soothing breath, hoping to calm your nerves. "Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
"Like on a date?"
You nodded. "Like a date."
"I would love to, Coach Y/L/N."
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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years
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OMG Baseball coach!reader !!!
Flashback :
The first time reader saw natasha's daughter, she came with steve because natasha was busy so R assumed he was the father but then when Anya warms up to R she lets her know that she lives alone with her mother (so a single mother) and when comes to get her daughter back, R is just smitten.
Now : natasha and R have been dating for a few months but anya doesn't know, i mean THEY think she doesn't know but she was actually hoping for it to happen. One day she juste stumble in her mother room where Nat and R are asleep like : _ Morning Moms !
You had went around to Natasha's place after Anya had went to bed, and had forgotten to leave early that morning before she woke up, instead spending the whole night there.
But you were still awoken early, no matter. By a shaking bed.
Peering up sleepily, you spotted Anya bouncing in your bed, fully intending on waking you and her mother up.
"Anya," Natasha groaned groggily from under the covers and your arm, her face pressed into her pillow.
"Morning, mama!"
The red-head looked up bearly at the alarm clock upon her bedside table. Seeing it as only just turned 6AM.
She groaned a second time in ten seconds, turning around to press her face into your chest, wanting to go back to sleep.
It shocked you how natural this felt.
This had been the first time Anya saw you anywhere but the Baseball Pitch, and yet she acted like this was the norm. Just another morning. Just handing out her daily wake up call. Who needs alarms?
And Natasha. She was acting the same way. Like it was normal for her to hide into your chest every morning, while her daughter bounced on the bed.
It was startling how awkward it wasn't.
You were helping Natasha prepare breakfast twenty minutes later. When you asked the patiently waiting child, "Why weren't you shocked when you saw me asleep with your mother?"
"I already knew."
"You knew?" Natasha asked, turning to face Anya, "How?"
"I saw the way you acted with each other when I went to practice."
"You're too smart for your own good," you said with a smile.
"I got an A in my science test last week!"
"That's exactly what I mean! Good job."
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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years
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Single mom Nat’s kid teaching reader some Russian but in that kid manner that like doesn’t teach you anything, still, Nat thinks it’s adorable, and reader racially tries to learn
Okay, so I'm gonna do sm different than I normally would with using Russian with this ask.
So, you're sat cross legged on the floor, Natasha's son, Alexei (named after his grandpa, who you are still yet to meet) mirroring you. All the while Natasha watches on from the couch, drink in hand, and a loving smile on her face at your interaction.
"Okay, now try День," he spoke, waiting for you to copy him as best you could.
You had started off small with Кошка and Собака. Which meant cat and dog respectively. The young boy pointing towards Liho, in demonstration.
Then, once you had mimicked his words as best to his liking, he tapped on his chest, gesturing to his mother, "Мама."
"Oh, that's obviously 'mom'."
"Yes, but can you say it?" He snarked back. Causing Natasha to stifle her chuckle.
After that he pointed to you, and then to his mother, and spoke, "Подруга."
You were silent for a few moments. "What does that mean?" you asked cautiously.
"Girlfriend."
"Oh, thank God," you mumbled.
"What did you think it meant?!" She asked humorously.
"I don't know! I just wanted to make sure I wasn't calling you a name, or something."
Which lead to now.
"Wait, hold up. Say that again."
"День." He then pointed to his shirt, which had a cartoon sky depicted upon it.
And you tried. You tried really hard.
"Дно."
The mother and son both burst out laughing at your mistake, but for very different reasons.
Alexie, it was because you had said something so different to what he was aiming to teach you.
And Natasha, because it was ironic you would say that, because she knew the dynamic of your relationship with her.
"What? What did I say? Why are you laughing at me?" you asked semi-panicked, which only made them laugh harder.
"It..." the boy wheezed, "You said 'bottom'." Then continued to laugh, falling back, holding his stomach.
At that your face blanked, turning to face Natasha, now resting on her elbows on the seat beside her all because of her hysterical laughter. A knowing look in her eye.
You shook your head at the woman, to which she only winked back at you.
You learned a few things that day.
But mainly:
One: Russian was hard.
Two: Natasha was so gonna get it later that night.
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Кошка (Cat)
Собака (Dog)
Мама (Mom)
Подруга (Girlfriend)
День (Day)
Дно (Bottom)
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Can we have more pr milf Nat and pool cleaner reader...? Pleeeeeeeease
Right so, Natasha is ecstatic, you two had finally had sex.
Now, you were laid in her, very comfortable bed, arms tucked behind your head and under the pillow, as you watched her get dressed. A stupid smirk upon your face.
“What are you looking at?” Natasha asked, almost bashfully.
“You’re beautiful.”
She hummed, coming around the bed to kiss you.
“You’re just trying to get me back into bed.”
“Two things can be true.”
A smile from the red-head and another kiss, “You have to get back to work, and I have to pick up my child.”
You hummed this time, before a thought came to you, “Wait. We just had sex.”
“Yeah...?”
“Does that I’m your escort now??” you joked.
Natasha released a small laugh, “Trust me. You could be one.”
And so with your ego boosted she left, leaving you alone in her bed.
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