literally a white picket fence

Bucky Barnes/Reader- That’s My Wife!

Prompt: Hey! Could you do an imagine with Bucky Barnes? Fast forward into the future and the reader and himself have a 16 y.o boy? Could it be like, their son has some guy friends over and they find his mom (the reader) hot? and hit on her, thinking that she’s his sister cause she looks really young? And while they’re having dinner the boys keep complimenting her etc. but go too far, making Bucky yell because he’s had enough?

A/N: Sorry this one took so long to write. It was very hard for me to figure out where I wanted to go with this. Sorry if it is not that great… Requests are always open! please share with your friends!!

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Request: Lessons

Request: Request!!! Can you do a deanxreader where they have one or two little boys and dean is trying to teach them about the impala and rock music? Thanks!

Word Count: 906

Here it is, I really hope you like it. Thanks<3

Dean disappeared with the boys a little over an hour ago, saying that ‘we have something important to do’.

You have no idea what he’s up to.

Your two little boys, Matt, who’s six, and Olly, who’s two, are total daddy’s boys. You can barely get a word in edgewise. You don’t mind, though. It’s adorable. The past six years have been nigh on perfect.

No hunting. No worries about that. You’re just a family and you have a little house on a pretty estate and you have a literal white picket fence (for the same of symbolism) and your two little boys and you got married just after Matt was born, having recently passed the five-year anniversary. Sam stops by most days, but he’s doing his own thing now.

It all passed. You’re free. There hasn’t been so much as a lick of anything demonic or angelic (minus Cas’ intermittent visits) or monster-y. Nothing.

(You have suspicions that some old hunting buddies have an agreement to shield you from this kind of thing.)

After a while, you give up and head out to the garage. The garage is one of your favourite places- it just looks so normal. Before, garages were for weapons and tools for extinguishing evil. Now, there are DIY tools and spare car parts and it smells like home.

“Come on, you gotta listen.” You hear from inside the car, “This is important, okay?”

“Kay, daddy!” You hear Matt say. Oh, the car lesson.

“This car, it’s gonna be yours one day. Don’t get too excited, it’s a long time away. But one day…” Dean promises. They’re all sat in the front seats, Matt ‘driving’ and Olly on Dean’s lap, sitting shotgun. You can hear the dulcet tones or AC/DC floating from the speakers, instantly transporting you back to old times, back to overnight drives, back to week long road trips.

It’s a fond sort of familiarity.

You open the door and slide into the back seat. There’s two cries of, ‘Mommy!’ to which you laugh, waving your greeting.

“Hello, beautiful. Come to join the party?” Dean asks, leaning back at kiss your cheek. You laugh.

“How could I miss it?”

“Alright. So, mommy can tell you this is true. Daddy’s tapes are the best, okay?”

“It’s true.” You nod, grinning.

Dean picks up the box of tapes, holding it out and letting the boys look inside.

“Every single song in there is legendary. By the time you’re thirteen, you will know every word, or I’ll be forced to disown you.”

“Dean!” You scold, rolling your eyes. Neither child understands, however, and they both just giggle at your reaction.

“But really, it’s important to your education, alright? This car, too. My dad drove this car. It’s my baby.”

“He loves the car more than he loves me.” You remark. Olly looks at you quizzically, and you all laugh.

“That is not true. There’s all of these little things, you see, that make it ours. Like, listen.” He flicks a switch and the heating kicks in, with it coming the rattling of the Lego pieces. “I’ll show you these one day. And in the back,” Dean passes Olly over the seat and Matt clambers over. Dean leans over the seat.

“See those?” He points to the initials carved into the panel, “Your Uncle Sammy and I did those, lots of years ago. Before I knew mommy.”

They gasp, then giggle.

“Of course, there’s the army man.” Dean adds, pointing to the ash tray, “He’s been here since your Uncle Sammy put him there, ooh, thirty years ago?”

“’Sa long time.” Matt offers, and Dean nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. But you know what the most important thing is about all of this?”

“What?”

“It’s the memories. We did a lot of driving in here, over the years. But we remember it all. See, this car? You mommy and me had some-“

“Nope!” You interrupt, shoving his shoulder good-naturedly. “That isn’t happening. Story for…uh… never.”

“Awwwww.” The boys groan in unison,, definitely not understanding.

“I’m just telling them where they came into existence.”

“Don’t.” You raise an eyebrow, then you both burst into giggles. “Come on, I bet that pie’s cool enough to eat by now.”

“Pie?” All three ask in unison, and there’s a sudden scramble of activity as the boys make a run for the doors. You laugh, letting them make a run for the house.

“Don’t touch anything!” You call after them, to a chorus of, ‘okay, mommy’.

You and Dean step out of the car, and almost instantly, he pulls you close to him.

“You’re so good with them.” You smile, and he laughs.

“So are you. I didn’t think we’d make such good parents.” He remarks.

“I knew you would.”

“You know everything, be quiet.” He says affectionately, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re so  perfect. Beautiful, clever, an amazing mom, and you make me pie. How the hell did I get so lucky?”

“You tell me.” You grin, going up on tiptoes and pressing your lips to his.

After a moment, you hear an incredibly disgusted ‘EWWWWW’ and turn to see the Matt covering Olly’s eyes, looking incredibly grossed out.

“Mommy, daddy, that’s nasty.” Olly says.

“Mommy, please come get pie?” Matt requests, and you nod with a laugh.

“Alright. Let’s go eat pie.” You say, taking Dean’s hand and leading him through to your waiting boys.

“I have always been attracted to women. When I officially came out at
        25 years old, no one was surprised. What was surprising is, I was
        married to a man. He just so happened to be my best friend of ten
        years, and honestly he knew I was a lesbian. We had more of an open
        marriage because I wanted my family to believe I was happy and “on the
        right path” but also following my heart. After five whole years of
        being someone I wasn’t, scared how people would portray me, and
        literally living the “white picket fence life” I never wanted, I told
        him I wanted a divorce, I wanted to be myself, and that our kids would
        just have to live an unconventional life. This all happened when my
        sons were 1 years old and 3 months old. It was scary, I felt out of
        control, impulsive.Yet, my mother’s side of the family was completely
        on board. They all just wanted me to be happy and said they could tell
        I had been in a bad place for years. I lost a lot of friends, and some
        family for not agreeing with my choices, but I finally did what was
        best FOR ME, not everyone else.

        One month later, I ran into my biggest girl crush from high school. We
        became friends again, she met my kids, and the way I began to feel for
        her was unlike any other. We are now happily engaged, due to get
        married MAy 25, 2016 of this year. My entire family and hers are
        celebrating with us in town on June 11, 2016 and we couldn’t be more
        thrilled.

        My kids are now “OUR KIDS”. They call her “mom” and me “mommy”.

        I never in a million years thought I would get my dream, so be a
        mother and a wife to a beautiful woman, but I got it.

        I went from being in a loveless marriage with someone I could never be
        in love with or give my heart to, to being a single mother just coming
        out being a lesbian (even though everyone says they already knew), and
        now engaged to the love of my life.

        Never give up on yourself, even when the world seems to not agree,
        keep pushing. I promise, IT WILL GET BETTER!”
T. Kleiner, KY