An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now
Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)
“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips.
When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered.
“…when you fell from Heaven.”
Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.
Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan
of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday
morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel.
You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.
Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes
drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed,
sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was
good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.
Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was
running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music
blasted through the speakers.
I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE
You are Bucky’s personal medicine, the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used you to keep him line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her
Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Warnings; talks about torture, language
Word count; 1449
‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’
‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.
An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.
‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’
‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’
‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’
Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.
‘What did you just say?’ He spat.
‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’
‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.
‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’
Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.
‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’
‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’
‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’
He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.
‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’
‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.
‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.
‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’
‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’
‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’
when i was 9 (or less, i don’t remember exactly), my cousin show me Rayman Raving Rabbids. THIS IS WAS MY FAVOURITE GAME. And when i finished it, cousin gave me Rayman 3, but it was too compicatet to me (i couldn’t even pass the FIRST levels).
Steve opened the door to the small room and began to speak. “So the space is pretty full. A few more minutes and we’ll be ready to go.” You could tell when he turned towards you because he seemed to forget how to speak. “W-wow.” Steve breathed deeply as his eyes moved all over you. “You look absolutely breathtaking, better than I imagined.” His jaw was on the floor and you felt yourself blush. “Bucky’s going to lose his mind. In a good way, though.” Steve smiled. There was something different in his eyes that you’d never seen before, or never noticed. He seemed happy, yeah. But there was something else there.
You adjusted the flower in your hair as you stared at your reflection in the full length mirror. You felt like you’d waited for this day for forever. Or at least since you had fallen in love with Bucky. And it was finally here. After all of the planning and cake tasting and seating charts, it was here. “Thank you.” You smiled as you turned towards Steve, messing with the skirt of your dress. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the bouquet of elaborate flowers and closed your eyes.
Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.
Warning: Just a little making out ;)
AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!
His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.
She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.
For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.
He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.
The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.
“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.
“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.
“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.
They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.
“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.
“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?
“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.
“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.
Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.
The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.
“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.
“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.
“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.
“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.
“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.
summary : You’ve been friends with the gang for all your life, even dating Archie, you thought you’d like Veronica like everyone else but you start to think Archie is cheating on you with her so that’s not okay.
a/n : thanks you all for requesting for being on my tag list, but for now i will not be adding more people. also, i was listening to this song, it might put a good mood setter for this imagine!
posting schedule : wednesday, friday, sunday!
You thought she was a nice girl. Everyone thought Veronica would make a nice addition to your group of friends, you thought that Ronnie was cool that she would fit in nicely. You thought that for a while before you started to pick up on some things that never would add up in a normal person’s mind.
Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.
Your three days were up. It was time to go back to the compound to face Bucky and Natasha, and you had dragged Logan along for moral support. He had grumbled and fought you on it, eventually relenting by saying he would start packing up the meager belongings you’d kept in your bedroom at the compound.
Stepping out of the elevator, your nerves make themselves known. You really do not want to be here, do not want to see him, or her. On the verge of panic, hyperventilating wildly, Logan grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, and muttering, “Almost done, sweetheart. You can do this.” Gathering your remaining strength, coating it in a layer of bravado, you make your way to the meeting room where the Avengers have settled to discuss your transfer.
“Morning,” you mumble as you enter, avoiding the pained gaze of Bucky.
“Well, hey there stranger,” Tony quips. “You ready?” You had spoken to Tony as soon as Logan had informed you that he had received the call from Charles. He wasn’t happy with your decision, but he respected it nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply.
“Alright! Let’s get this started,” he says as he claps his hands together, the sudden noise pulling a flinch out of you. “(y/n) is being transferred out to an undisclosed location, to help head up an all Mutant team.” You screw your eyes shut as a slew of protests erupt around the room. You can’t bear to look at any of them; to see the hurt on their faces.
“(Y/N) what the hell?” comes Steve voice. “You disappear for three days and then come back to tell us your leaving?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.
“Steve,” you sigh. “I can’t be here anymore. I can’t offer you a better explanation than that.” As your gaze catches Bucky’s, he’s looking at you like he’s going to break apart any second. His entire being screams defeat, and you can’t help but feel guilty. Casting your gaze down, you mumble, “I’m sorry, I made a promise to you all, but I need to do this for me. If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Lurching to your feet, you rush to leave, reaching the door in record time. Flinging it open, you race out, frantically searching for Logan.
Spotting him lounging on a chair, your bags packed at his feet, you walk quickly toward him. “We need to go. Right now,” you hiss when you hear footsteps behind you. Grabbing Logan by the hand, you try desperately to move his adamantium filled behind out of the chair and toward the elevator.
“I see you moved on fairly quickly, (y/n),” comes Bucky’s angry declaration causing you to freeze mid step; frustration and hurt welling inside you.
“At least I waited until we broke up, Barnes!” you retort scathingly.
“This him?” Logan asks, eerily calm. You don’t reply as you whirl around to face Bucky, stopping dead at the sight of Natasha next to him.
“Listen, Bub, you need to back the fuck off. Haven’t ya done enough harm?” Logan snarls, advancing menacingly on Bucky.
“This is not your fight, Logan!” you yell, grabbing for his hand, trying to keep them apart which sets Bucky off. He pulls back his metal fist and lands a hard punch to Logan’s jaw; the resounding clang of metal on metal leaves your ears ringing, and you wait for the shit storm that’s about to be unleashed. “Logan,” you plead as he unsheathes his claws.
Taking his classic fight stance, claws singing when he runs them together, Logan eyes Bucky up and down. “Alrigh’ Bub. Ya asked for it!”
Logan runs at Bucky while you try and yank him back by the edge of his shirt. It tears, sending you falling onto your ass as the force propels you backward. Bucky is holding his own, landing heavy blows to Logan’s body, who slashes a long gash into Bucky’s thigh.
“Stop!” Natasha screams, making a beeline for Logan.
You scramble upright, flinging out a blast of power that sends her into the wall. Focusing on the fighting men, you separate them forcefully with your mind. “ENOUGH!” you scream, voice amplified by your power. “Stop acting like children! Wait for me outside, Logan.” He growls like an angry animal, refusing to move toward the exit. “Logan, please!” you beg, and he finally relents, spitting at Bucky’s feet as he makes his retreat. What cuts and bruises he’d sustained were already healing, unlike Bucky whose blood was dripping onto the floor.
“What the hell was that!” Natasha yells at you. “Your friend nearly killed him!”
You can only stare at her in shock. “You, Natasha, have no right to speak to me. No right to look at me. Get the fuck out of my face before I ruin yours!” you snarl at her. She visibly pales at the threat, and Bucky appears to come to her rescue.
Except he hasn’t, his intentions made clear with his next words. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs, limping toward you, causing Natasha to gasp in surprise.
“W-what?” Natasha whispers.
“Please baby, don’t leave. We can work this out,” he reiterates, ignoring Natasha, coming to a halt before you. “I can make this right, (Y/N),” he murmurs as he pulls you to his chest; his grip on you is nearly bone crushing. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”
Natasha’s sharp intake of breath is filled with pain, and you feel slightly vindictive. She hadn’t been expecting this, and you debate for a second if you really need to go; if you couldn’t forgive him and move past this.
No, you think. There was no real guarantee he wouldn’t do it again. He had hurt you, he had shattered your sense of self worth with one action, and he had made you lose control of yourself. No. No matter how badly you wanted to stay with him, you needed time for reflection away from all of them.
“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say as you push away from him. “But I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you. Not after what you did.” A stray tear pushes itself past your defenses and falls down your cheek. “I love you, but I won’t let you break me,” you say as you walk away, hands shaking and pain threatening to overwhelm you.
With every agonizing step you take away from him, you repeat to yourself, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
Groaning, you sat up on the bed. You’d passed out again, Tony had just been entertaining you about last weeks antics. The last thing you could recall was him imitating drunk Clint before you fell into darkness once more. This time, a smudge of red hair told you you had company once more. You couldn’t quite focus your eyes, the drugs made you drowsy so you rubbed them sleepily, hoping to wake yourself up. You didn’t need a set of eyes to hear her though.
"Person A is walking down the hallway at school/work and Person B walks up behind them and pulls on their bag to get their attention. Person A flips out into self defense mode and this is really awkward because I’ve pinned you against the wall with my elbow in your throat and our faces are inches from each others and we are ~just friends~ but holy fuck do you look hot when you’re mad and you just pinned me against a wall and there is a lot of possible sexual tension here lord help."
Up Close and Personal
here you go my love! I hope this is kinda what you wanted! I’ve left it open at the end so if anyone’s interested I may continue.
It was Monday morning and Betty Cooper was running late. Her
converse squeaked slightly as she rushed down the hallway, her hands hastily
pinning a stray hair back into place as the curls of her pony tail bounced with
the hurried movements.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she mumbled as she noted the lack of
students in the halls, checking her watch and letting out a groan with the
realisation that homeroom had already begun.
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails grazing the skin of
her palms she willed the pressure in her chest to dissipate. Her breathing was
shallow and her stomach was in knots as her anxiety spiked.
Locker first. No home
room first. But you’re already late. Wait which is closer.
Her eyes darted around the hallway, when suddenly they
landed on a dark figure turning the corner up ahead. She strained her gaze
before her green orbs widened with realisation. She knew that dark figure. It
was the beanie that gave him away, the same grey knitted cap he had worn ever
since they met as children.
Suddenly the anxiety left her body, the impending panic
attack halting as shock took its place. Her feet fused to the ground as her
limbs seized with surprise.
Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful Posted: April 21st, 2017 Warnings: Fluff, non-detailed smut (will place * when it starts and ends) Pairing: Bucky x Reader AN: This is going to be a two-parter.
Bucky’s bit his lower lip as he watched the baseball field ahead of him. His eyes scanned the dugout for that little boy.
“Now, coming up to bat is Jared (Y/L/N).”
The announcer’s voice spoke over the speaker. Bucky felt his heart swell as he watched (Y/N) on the other side of the field standing to her feet to cheer for her son. He gave a closed mouth smile before letting his eyes flick back to the 10-year-old boy. Jared took a deep breath before turning his ballcap backward, letting his bat rest on his shoulder as he looked over to his mother and giving her thumbs up. Bucky’s fingers played with one another as he watched the boy walk up to the base and take his stance.
“Come on, buddy, you got this,” Bucky spoke as he felt his heart pound in his chest, just like it always did when he watched Jared’s games. He never missed one, just as he promised the young boy.
The pitcher rolled the baseball in his hand a few times as he shook his head to the catcher once–twice–before nodding. A lump grew in Bucky’s throat as he watched closely, his eyes flicked over and just like always, (Y/N) was sitting on the edge of her seat. Even from this far, Bucky knew exactly what she was saying. It was the same words she would whisper when her hand would squeeze his.
“Jared, number #17 on the field, but #1 in my heart. Always a winner in my eyes, relax son, win or lose–you are always my favorite baseball player.”
Now, her hand is gripping the leg part of her jeans. Bucky forced his eyes away when he saw the pitcher was just about to throw the ball. His eyes followed the ball as his metal hand fisted, “Swing–NOW!” He whispered to himself. Sure enough, the young boy whipped his bat around. The loud hit of the ball meeting the metal bat rang loud, Bucky threw his hands in the air, “That-a-boy!!!” He cheered as (Y/N) screamed and stood to her feet.
“That’s my boy!!! RUN JARED!!! RUUUNNN!!”
The little boy took off in full sprint his foot hitting the first base before continuing around to second, “Okay–stop!” Bucky whispered and once again, Jared listened. A proud smile came across his bristled face, “Good job.” He said softly before leaning back against the tree. As he watched the game, Bucky could not help but watch her. The way she cheered and often became vocal toward the refs. A sad smile came across his face at the memories that flooded his mind. With each memory, it made his heart crack more and more…