Yet another Shipping names illustrated (here’s part one & two) for those of you who just can’t get enough! (The rest of you will just have to manage, snorry).
(Thanks again to everyone for all the suggestions, and I apologize to all the ships I haven’t been able to think up anything for. I also apologize to Thor, since he’s been in absolutely none of these OPS)
Edited because I forgot Bucky’s arm! Sorry folks. That’s what happens when you work between the hours of 3 and 8am and trust yourself to fill in the things you don’t put down in the sketch. ((Honestly, I’d forget my own name if it wasn’t constantly being yelled at me, if I make a mistake please tell me!))
Whenever i see someone talking about/drawing them and their f/o i get so happy and giddy and like??? I wanna scream, “I SHIP IT SO HARD YOU’RE BOTH BEAUTIFUL!!” and then draw bunch of fanart for them because it’s too cutebutthenirememberi'mshyandthereisnowayi'membarassingmyselflikethat-
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye
A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)
9 years later
Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.
One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.
Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.
After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.
“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”
He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”
Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”
The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”
“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.
Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”
Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.
The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.
“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”
You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”
The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.
“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.
“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”
“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”
“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.
“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.
You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.
“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.
You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”
Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”
Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.
“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.
“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.
Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”
Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.
The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.
“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.
You lean your head back and smile.
“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.
“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.
“Wow really?” the red head questioned.
“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.
“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.
“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.
“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.
The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.
“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.
“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.
“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.
Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”
When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”
“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.
Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”
“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”
“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.
“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.
He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”
Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.
“Morning baby.” he spoke.
“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.
“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.
“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.
“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.
“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.
Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.
Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”
The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.
“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”
Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”
He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.
You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”
The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”
After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.
You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.
“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.
They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”
“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.
“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.
“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.
“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.
Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.
“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.
“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.
“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.
Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”
Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”
“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”
You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”
You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.
“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.
Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”
At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”
“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.
“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.
“For good?” you question.
Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”
You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”
“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.
Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.
Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”
“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.
“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.
“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.
“And the baby..” he trails off.
“Steven.” you nod.
“Ah, you named him Steven.”
You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.
Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”
“Everything!” you chuckle.
“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.
“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.
“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.
“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.
“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”
She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.
“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”
And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”
“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.
“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”
“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.
“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.
The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”
It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.
“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.
You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.
“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.
“Are you suggesting we-”
“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”
“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.
Some things never change.
A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!
Bucky was laying on the bed, you were using his chest and shoulder as a pillow, your legs intertwined. His metal fingers gingerly traced lines on your naked back as your own fingers draw random patterns on his stomach.
“I don’t tell you I love you enough,” he whispered.
“You just told me you love me,” you chuckled and kissed his neck. Then you turned your head up to see his face, your nose touching his sharp jaw. “Was it because of what we just did?”
He smiled, but his blue eyes still showed conflict.
“I don’t tell you how much you’re important to me,” Bucky confessed, his voice just above a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I don’t tell you I love you enough,” he sighed and you adjusted your position to see his face better. “You put up with all my bullshit, with my nightmares, with my trust issues, with the therapy sessions, with the Avengers, with this,” Bucky glared at his prosthetic arm, “I just wish you could at least feel loved, that’s all. I know I don’t do that and I am sorry, [Y/n].”
You shifted so you were sitting, your body was completely facing his. Your hands turning his face to yours when he dropped his chin to his chest
“First off,” you placed your hands on his cheeks, “You tell me you love every time you get the chance. You say right after waking up – even if you don’t remember because of your crankiness in the morning -, during shower, before you go out with Steve to run, during meals, when I do something for you or you do something for me,” you said softly. You bit your lower lip for a moment before continuing. “My favorite are the random times. In the middle of a conversation, when you search around for me, during missions, I love it when you suddenly blurt out you love me,” you smiled and Bucky could see sparks in your eyes. A tiny smile began to stretch itself on his lips.
“The Avengers are my team too, and even if I only met them because of you, they are great friends. And I’d put up with any friends if you wanted me to,” your thumbs caress his stubble. His shoulders visibly relaxed. “All your ‘bullshit’, Buck, I am here to help you. I love all of you, including the parts you don’t like yourself. Until this day, I couldn’t find one ounce of bad within you. Ever. But I’m sure that if I did, it’d only add to the list of things I love about you, because it makes you you.”
His eyes swam in unshed tears, his hands snaked around your waist, squeezing gently.
“And about that,” you ran your hand from his face, down his shoulder and to the metal arm, grazing the scars – the sensitive skin – and settling when your laced your fingers with his metal ones. Your eyes looked deep into his to say, “I find it really hot, Bucky.”
He blushed, but chuckled regardless, pulling you toward him by your waist. His lips touched yours in a sweet manner, caring, thankful.
His hot tears fell from his eyes, dropping on his and yours cheeks. You didn’t care though; you knew he was crying from emotion, a good emotion. He felt your love toward him, your acceptance to all of him and that was the reason he was crying.
He was overwhelmed in care, and he knew it. That was the most important thing.
You pulled away, your breathing deep and fast, your eyes still closed, your fingers tracing his lower lip.
“How about you show me how important I am to you, then?“
If you want to be tagged/removed, tell me and I will arrenge it!
Pairing: CivilWar!Bucky x Pregnant!Reader
Word count: 1998
Warnings: Fluff, Beefy Bucky (not sure if that’s a warning but) and creepy dude.
Smut of you squint while using a magnifying glass.
You and Bucky were out buying plums, he kept his hand on the small of your back as he skimmed through the purple fruits. You were rubbing your 7 month baby bump absentmindedly.
You had begged Bucky to let you come with him this time, needing to get out of the small apartment you guys currently stayed in. You were tired of being cooped up in the stuffy apartment.
Bucky thanked the woman in Romanian and as did you, giving her a smile as she congratulated you on your pregnancy.
Bucky grabbed the bag of plums and grabbed your hand, both of you walked to the sidewalk, well, you more or less waddled with the extra weight of your belly.
You both watched as a firetruck went wailing by with its siren on. You noticed a man across the street staring at you and placed your free hand on your belly, looking away uncomfortably.
“What’s wrong miere?” (Honey) He asked you, worried it was the baby making you feel uncomfortable.
You subtly nodded your head over to the man leaning against the light pole, staring at you and licking his lips.
Bucky noticed the way he was staring at you and immediately glared at the man, growling underneath his breath. His metal arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead; all while keeping his glaring stare on the man.
When the traffic cleared, he pulled you along with him across the street where the strange man was because unfortunately that’s the way your apartment building was.
The moment you were across the street you both started to walk back to the apartment as fast as you could with your pregnancy, Bucky keeping his arm wrapped around your waist the whole time.
You both noticed how the man started to follow you slowly, licking his lips with a shit eating grin on his face.
You gripped Bucky’s hand harder and sped up as the man walked faster. Bucky’s grip tightened and he growled under his breath when he heard you whimper.
“Bucky he’s following us.”
Bucky responded with a snarl and pulled you closer to him, stopping and turning into an alley while pushing you behind him.
The man followed you both in there and immediately Bucky walked up to the guy, his arms flexing and his jaw clenching in anger.
His hands flew to the mans collar, holding him a foot off the ground and pressing him against the alley wall.
“You think it’s ok to fucking follow me and my wife? Huh? If I see you look at her like a fucking piece of meat again I’ll beat your pathetic ass.” Bucky snarled at him threateningly.
He dropped him roughly and said, “Beat it Asshole.” The man ran away and Bucky turned to you, cupping your face gently and bringing his lips to yours.
You kissed back softly and gripped his hands in your own. “It’s ok Doll, He’s gone now.” He whispered reassuringly to you as you parted.
You nodded and he kissed your forehead, placing his hands on your abdomen and rubbing small circles on your baby bump. You grabbed his hand and crossed across the next street, heading towards the apartment.
“I swear your child is going to be the death of me.” You said as you waddled along the sidewalk with your husband.
“Hey it takes two to make a baby sweetheart.” He said smirking, you chuckled, “I know I remember.” You winked. He laughed and you and him rubbed your belly soothingly.
“Come on let’s get home so you can rest.” Bucky said smiling, he was so happy about the baby. The one thing you two made together out of your love. You got to the apartment building entrance and Bucky opened the door for you, “After you my sexy beached whale.” He said jokingly.
You snorted and slapped his chest as you walked in, he walked in after you and you started to walk up the stairs. “Darling are you sure you can do this, I mean I can carry you y'know?” Bucky asked for the hundredth time as you neared the apartment door.
“James I can walk up some stairs, I’m pregnant not disabled.” You said laughing a bit as you opened the door. You walked inside and set down the bag of plums, strutting over to the small bed and sitting down.
You took off your shoes and rubbed your feet, moaning slightly, your ankles were swollen and your feet were aching from the extra weight on your body.
Bucky took his hat and his coat off, leaving him in the red Henley you always told him he looked sexy in. Setting them on the coat rack, he walked over to you and sat down beside you.
He wrapped his arm around your side and kissed your temple, resting his metal hand on your stomach. You smiled and turned your head to give him a kiss.
Your lips met and you giggled as his fingers met a ticklish spot on your side, he immediately parted from you, resting his forehead on yours and smiling deviously.
His fingers grazed the ticklish spot again and you squeaked, gripping his human hand with both of yours.
“Buck!” You scolded laughing as he started to mercilessly tickle your sides. You were laughing and squirming in his arms. He was laughing with you as you fell backwards onto the pillows. He crawled on top of you and continued tickling you, his jean clad legs rested on either side of your thighs and he stopped tickling you.
You were panting and heaving, still giggling a bit. Bucky was looking at you with such adoration and love, you thought you might die of happiness.
He leaned down and captured your lips in an open mouthed kiss, sucking your bottom lip lightly between his own.
Your lips moved in sync as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss. He moved from your lips to your jawline and onto your neck.
You tangled your hands in his hair and sighed lightly as he sucked at your neck for a moment before he moved to your collarbone, and then down to your baby bump.
He caressed it with gentle hands and kissed it. He rested his ear on your stomach and gently caressed the sides, trying to listen for movement. You giggled, “Shh.” He said quickly, chuckling a bit himself before he rested his head back on your stomach.
Your hands went into his shoulder length hair, caressing it and playing with it as he kissed and caressed your belly. Your stomach growled and he looked up at you with a fake annoyed look on his face.
You laughed and sat up slowly with his help. You placed your hand on his shoulder and used it to push yourself up. You waddled into the kitchen where your bag of plums was laid and poured them out onto the counter, reaching into the drawer for a small cutting knife.
You started to cut the plums into slices, setting them into a bowl you had set aside. Bucky sat on the bed, watching you scurry around the kitchen, big belly and all, wondering how on earth he had gotten so lucky to have you. Not to mention to be having a child with you.
Bucky had found someone who loved him no doubt, even with knowing his past, and chose to have a child with him, to start a family with him; to treat him as a normal person and start a normal life with him. Even with he little apartment he had, and even with the little money he had. He smiled to him self as you hummed and slightly danced around the small kitchen. He stood up and walked into the kitchen and behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and rest them on your belly.
He rested his head on your shoulder, watching you as you rolled out some crêpe dough.
“Do you need something?” You asked smiling.
He smiled back and kissed your shoulder, “No. Just watching my lovely wife make snacks.” He responded.
You snorted, “Yeah, your lovely, BIG, wife.” You said jokingly as you spread some chocolate syrup on the dough and then placed the plums on the dough in a star shape, placing another piece of dough on top and crimping the edges with a fork.
Bucky started to kiss and nip at your neck while rubbing your sides, making you chuckle and remember, “I seem to remember where this led us last time.” You guided his hands to your bump and he laughed into your neck.
He gave it one last kiss before resting his chin on your shoulder, slowly rocking you both side to side.
You made 4 more crêpes and then took a plum slice and took a bite out of it. You brought it to Bucky’s mouth and he opened, inviting you to feed him.
You chuckle and placed it into his mouth. He started chewing and hummed in content. You shooed him away and placed the crêpes in the oven, setting the timer.
You turned to your husband only to see him holding out a plum slice for you, half in his mouth and half out, beckoning you to eat it. You giggled and the leaned forward, taking the other half in your mouth and biting it off as your lips met. You parted and started chewing, as you swallowed your body jolted slightly and your hands flew to your stomach.
“Miere? What’s wrong?!” Bucky asked in panic, for fear that something was wrong. You smiled at his protective nature but waved him off.
“Nothing, the baby just delivered a hard kick to my bladder and it scared me.”
Bucky’s eyes widened and his hands immediately flew to your stomach, feeling around, waiting for a kick. Which didn’t surprise you.
Ever since you had become pregnant, Bucky had been absolutely enamored with the baby. You giggled as his smiled broadened and his eyes twinkled as the baby kicked underneath his hands.
“Hey munchkin!” He said excitedly, kneeling down to be face to face with your belly.
He peppered kisses all over it and his hands rubbed circles in your stomach, drawing more kicks out of the baby inside. Bucky stood up and kissed you.
“Thank you.” He whispered hiding his face in your neck, his hands still on your belly. “For what?” You asked confused. “For carrying our baby. For marrying me. For staying with me. For loving me.” He said into your neck, leaving a gentle kiss there.
Tears welled up into your eyes and you pulled his head from your neck, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing him with love.
You parted and whispered to him, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He whispered back smiling. “And our baby.” He added chuckling as your baby kicked his hand.
When you went to bed that night, Bucky would not stop touching your belly, waiting for the next kick. You chuckled as his arms wrapped around you, spooning you but his hands still holding your belly. “Honey don’t stay up all night for kicks ok? I don’t need you tired tomorrow.” You joked.
He smiled and kissed your neck, caressing your sides and you belly. “I can’t promise anything.” He responded.
You snorted and held his metal hand in your own, as it was the hand on top of your body. “Goodnight Bucky.” You said tiredly. He kissed the back of your head and whispered, “Goodnight dragă.” His hands rested on your belly and you held one in your own as you both drifted off to sleep.
Dean Winchester, mention of Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1487
do you get when you mix a traditional day of pranks with a wise-ass Winchester,
a bumbling well-meaning angel, and a love-struck doubting reader? This
fluffy April Fools’ Day drabble, that’s what!
(not my GIF)
“Y/N?” Castiel tarried at the threshold of your open door scanning
the apparently occupant-less room.
Hair disheveled, sporting sleep rumpled pajamas, nestled
on the floor amidst a comfy pile of pillows and blankets on the far side of the
bed, lost in the pages of a book, you stifled a groan – the angel had developed
a particular knack as of late for catching you at the worst times. Just last
week he ran into you in the hall, or maybe it was the other way around. Either
way, you had been stark naked, having forgotten a towel for the shower and not
wanting to get your clothes wet, and engaged in a somewhat leisurely stroll to
your room under the mistaken belief you had the bunker to yourself. For several
days afterward, Cas maintained a curiously strong interest in the ceiling
whenever he was in your presence. It might have been amusing if it weren’t so
embarrassing – and also if you didn’t happen to be so head over heels in love
with the angel. Combing fingers haphazardly through tangled locks to smooth them,
you peeked over the mattress. “Hey Cas, what’s up?”
“Is this a bad time?” He took a tentative step further into
Tasha's having a really bad brain day. She keeps going distant, and her stance is all tense. Bucky finds her in the tub, repeating her old serial number over and over. So he sits there with her until she calms down, and they sleep under the bed together so she'll feel safe.
IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH like I LOVE when people remember that Nat needs to be taken care of too sometimes! She and Buck have a lot of similar traumas and the idea of Buck having her back makes my shriveled little heart grow three sizes!!
Also I love that this headcanon isn’t heavy on physical contact?? Because often that’s not what people need in these situations? Just Bucky supporting her by sticking close and being an understanding and unconditionally loving presence is EVERYTHING TO ME
(And then cuddles later when she’s feeling a little better)