Once in awhile I need someone to kick me and tell me NOT to come up with new projects when it’s not necessary… This mimic took me way too much time for my own liking, since I started it sometime in January.
For now, it’s on my desk but I plan to sell it away.
Summary: Reader and Bucky broke up, having to share time with their kid which ultimately brings them back together.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just fluff (maybe a lil bit of arguing) but just fluff
A/N: I was just sitting down, doing my school work when this cute/funny idea popped in my head and I immediately wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. Hope ya like it :) I’ll edit later my dudes.
It had been about 4 months since you and Bucky had broken up from a three year long relationship. It was a nasty argument about him not being home enough due to all the missions he’d been going on with the rest of the team. Then, the argument shifted from one problem to the next. You told him you hated when he didn’t wash a dish after using it, he told you he hated how you weren’t affectionate with him anymore to which you responded with “how am I supposed to be affectionate with you when you’re never home?”. The argument went on, touching different subjects until you called it off, Bucky agreeing and storming out.
The next day he came by and gathered his things, leaving to the Avengers Tower where he lives till this day. You two somehow agreed to joint custody with your son, Zeppelin. You would have him Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and Bucky had him Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Today was Saturday and you were headed to the Tower to hand over some paperwork to Steve and Tony. You knew you’d see Bucky there and you weren’t too thrilled at the thought.
You make it to the Tower and go straight into the conference room where you knew Tony and Steve would be. “Hey guys.” you smile.
The two men look up at the doorway and smile when seeing you.
“Hey Y/N.” Steve says, walking around the table and hugging you.
“Wow, you look great.” Tony comments and you chuckle.
“It’s from sucking the souls out from my enemies.” you flip your hair over your shoulder, causing the two to laugh. “Anyways, I brought over the files you asked for. They were a little tricky to get ahold of but I got ‘em.”
“You’re a life saver.” Tony says, taking the folder from you and opening it.
“Mhm. I expect food as a token of your gratitude. Chinese is always good, or if you really wanna seal the deal, Olive Garden.” you say. “You both know where I live.”
And with that, you turn to the door, Tony and Steve saying goodbye. While making your way to the elevator, you pass the conjoined living room and kitchen, seeing Sam, Wanda, Nat and Clint. You make a U-turn and enter the room, smiling when Wanda spots you first.
“Y/N!” she shouts, rushing over to you and engulfing you in a hug.
“Hey Wanda.” you giggle.
“I haven’t seen you here in forever! Nat and I were just talking about going out for lunch today. Do you want to come?” she asked. You look over her shoulder and wave at Nat who got up and hugged you tightly.
“Uh.. Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing else to do.” you shrug. The girls cheer at your acceptance and you look over at Sam and Clint. “Hey guys.”
They greet you back and you were about to talk with them when you heard that all too familiar voice. Spinning around you see Bucky standing at the counter with Zeppelin standing next to him.
“Here you go buddy.” he murmurs, scooping some food onto a plate and placing it on the floor for Zeppelin to eat.
“What are you feeding my son, Bucky?” you spoke, walking closer to the two.
Bucky’s gaze shifts from Zeppelin to you and he pursed his lips. “Food and he’s our son, Y/N. Not just yours.”
“I sent over food with him.”
“Yeah and he didn’t like it.” the brunette argued.
“Bullshit. He eats it at home.” you respond. “Have you been feeding him human food every time he comes here?”
“He likes it.” Bucky folds his arms.
“Wait,” Clint whispers amongst Sam and the girls. “They have a son?”
“Mhm.” Sam nods.
“Zeppelin.” Nat confirms.
Clint quirks an eyebrow. “Zeppelin.. The dog?”
“Yep.” Wanda nods.
“They got a dog two years into their relationship and four months ago, when they broke up they decided on this joint custody thing.” Sam explained, all their eyes on you and Bucky.
“Y/N gets him Monday through Thursday and Bucky gets him Friday through Sunday.” Wanda adds.
Clint scoffed. “I really need to come visit more often.”
“I can’t believe you would do this.” you shake your head.
“It’s just human food Y/N, sorry that he doesn’t like the shitty dog food you buy him.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“He’s gonna get used to that and soon he’s not going to want the dog food anymore.” you sigh. “They make dog food for a reason - so that dogs can eat it.”
Bucky gasps. “Are you calling our son a dog?”
“He is a dog you gigantic idiot.”
Bucky kneels down to be leveled with Zeppelin who was done eating the food from the plate. “It’s okay, Z. Mommy’s just being a big meanie.” he says as he hugs the dog.
You sit on the floor. “And daddy’s being a dumbass because he’s feeding you junk food and you can get sick.”
Zeppelin pulls away from Bucky and turns to you, nudging your shoulder with his nose. He always did this when he wanted you to pet him. So you did.
Bucky glared at you. “I don’t always feed him junk food.”
“Oh really? Then please tell me what other foods you feed him that are healthy!” you respond.
“He likes carrots!”
“Oh! Thank god the only healthy food you give him is carrots!” you say in a sarcastic tone.
“He likes broccoli too - and raw eggs!” Bucky moves to a sitting position.
You look at him as if he’s gone mad. “Raw eggs!? Are you crazy Bucky? Zeppelin could get salmonella or E. coli!”
Bucky makes a face. “What the fuck is E. coli?”
You hug the dog. “It’s a bacterium that can cause serious infections.”
“Oh shit.” the soldier breathed. “Well good thing I’ve only given him eggs twice.”
“Today?” you snap and he glares at you even more. You look at Zeppelin a frown. “My poor baby. Maybe I should just take you home today.”
Zeppelin licks your face and barks happily.
“What? No! It’s my day to have him, you can’t just take him from me!” Bucky shouts and you roll your eyes, ignoring him.
Without you or Bucky noticing, Wanda, Nat, Sam and Clint left the kitchen, informing Steve and Tony who they bumped into, to not go in the kitchen because the two parents were arguing.
“I wouldn’t have to take him from you if we were still together.” you comment, keeping your eyes on Zeppelin as you spoke.
Bucky scoffed. “And who’s fault is that?”
“Shut up.” you hissed. There was a small moment of silence between the two of you as you sat on the floor with Zeppelin. You keep your eyes glued to the floor as you break that silence. “You didn’t even fight it. You just agreed and left.”
Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
“Obviously not. I still wanted to be with you.” you mutter, playing with Zeppelin’s fur.
Bucky exhales. “I miss you.”
“Oh really?” your eyes snap up at him. “Cause last time I checked you were using my son to pick up chicks.”
“Our son.” he corrected for the second time. “And it was one time. The chick turned out to be boring as hell.”
You roll your eyes. “Because that makes the situation so much better.”
“Listen,” he sighs. “I know some of the things that I said were out of line and I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t talking about Zeppelin anymore.
“I’m sorry too.” you say. “I was being stupid. We fought over you not being home enough then it turned into more. The break up was my fault.”
“It was.” Bucky agrees, causing a sharp look from you. “But these past four months have made me realize that I really miss you. I miss you yelling at me for not washing dishes after I use them. I miss us folding clothes with each other.”
A smile finds its way to your lips. “We never got that done. We’d end up throwing the clothes at each other.”
Bucky laughs, remembering the moments. “I miss when we’d dance around the apartment in just our underwear.”
“We probably looked like idiots.” you giggle.
“Probably.” he nods. “But cute idiots.”
You smile - and there was that god damn moment of silence again. You think back to all the good times you’ve had with Bucky, remembering when you two first adopted Zeppelin and how happy the two of you were.
You knew Bucky tried his best to be home when he could. He loved coming home to you and Zeppelin. But sometimes missions didn’t go as planned and you knew that.
“And I know that Zeppelin misses us being together.” Bucky broke the silence.
“Yeah.” you say. “He still waits by the door for you to come home.”
“When he starts missing you I have to show him pictures of you.” Bucky spoke, scratching behind Zeppelin’s ear - his favorite spot.
You smirk. “You still have pictures of me?”
“Well yeah I-” he lets out a chuckle. “I don’t even have a reason to support that.”
The two of you watch as Zeppelin lays down in front of you on his side, whimpering and nudging you with his nose. You and Bucky laugh, scratching his side.
“Do you think Z wants his parents back together?” you question, looking at Zeppelin with a smile.
“I’d like to think he does.” Bucky nods.
“So we should.. You know.. Maybe get back together? For Zeppelin’s sake.” you look over at Bucky. He’s already looking at you.
“Yeah. No kid - or dog should grow up with their parents separated.” he nods.
You both stare at each other, eyes drifting down to each others lips a couple of times. You guys stop scratching Zeppelin, much to his dismay, and Bucky lunges at you. You fall back on the floor with him on top of you, lips attached to each others in a longing kiss. Your hands find their way to his hair and you thread your fingers through the silky locks.
Bucky lets out a groan. Oh how he missed kissing you. It was interrupted all too soon by Zeppelin who tried squeezing his way between the two of you, thinking that you guys were playing around. You and Bucky pull away and turn to Zeppelin who licked your face then Bucky’s before barking. Laughing, Bucky ruffled his fur before standing up, helping you as well.
“So.. Are we back together?” he breathed out.
“Yeah.. Are you going to move back in with me?”
“I think it would be best. For Zeppelin.” Bucky nodded.
“For Zeppelin.” you repeat.
Again, you two stare at each other before your lips were on his in another kiss and again Zeppelin got excited and jumped up, barking. The two of you pull away and Bucky scoffed.
“This damn dog is a cock block.” he huffed.
You laugh and look down at Zeppelin who stared up at you and Bucky.
“Did you just call our son a dog?” you gasp.
Bucky playfully rolls his eyes. “Shut up.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Lets go home.”
“What about your stuff?” you question.
“We’ll get it tomorrow. I just wanna be with you tonight.” he hummed, kissing your cheek. Zeppelin barked. “And Zeppelin too.”
A/N: Why am I so bad at endings?? Anyways, tell me what ya think! :)
I was fine when you told me you had to leave. Maybe fine isn’t
the right word. I felt numb. I felt nothing. I felt empty. I couldn’t even get
myself to cry. I went about my day as I normally would. Went to work, did a
little shopping. It wasn’t until I laid down to sleep I realized that you weren’t
in my life anymore. It hit me. It hit me
hard. I realized I couldn’t hear your voice as I was falling asleep like I was
so used to hearing every night. I couldn’t see your face as you slowly fell
asleep with me like I was so used to seeing every night. This was the moment I
started to miss you. I missed your voice and how peaceful it was as you drifted
off to sleep. I missed your face and how you would smile at me right before you
closed your eyes. I even missed your snoring. The same snoring that I got so
used to because it would keep me up all night. The same snoring, I never
complained about because it was a part of you and I loved every single part of
you. I realized that I won’t get to see your messy hair and sleepy eyes in the
morning as you would wake up, smile and say good morning to me. I realized that
I won’t ever hear you say my name again in that way that sounded so beautiful
when it came out of your mouth. This was the moment I realized I won’t ever hear
you tell me that you love me in that voice that calmed even the most chaotic parts
of my soul. This was the moment distance became my greatest enemy. Every
part of me wanted to get on a plane and fly to you. Every part of me wanted to demand
an explanation for all my efforts that have now gone to waste. Every part of me
wanted you to feel how I felt as I laid there in my cold, empty bed with a
heart so heavy that it felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.
But I didn’t do anything. I cried. I cried until eventually,
without realizing, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day and looked at
myself in the mirror, I took a long, deep breath and went about my day as I
normally would; but this time, without you.
My enemy hides knives in places I can’t see and when she smiles, I can see fangs, but I don’t worry about them until they’re at my neck. My enemy hides in dark places and lures me in, keeps me there. She says she won’t let me go, but I don’t want to leave anyway. My enemy slides love letters beneath my door (they hurt but it’s the thought that counts, right?) and waits for me in sandstone courtyards, but never at noon (I don’t look too hard at the rose petals on the floor).
My enemy is rough edges and frayed souls and raw, pure pain, but I shaped a tragedy out of her and called her home.
The enemy of my enemy has soft hands but soft hands bleed a darker red (remember those rose petals?). The enemy of my enemy coaxes sun rays into the darker rooms of my mind, but the light has a golden tint to it and what is it that the poets say? Nothing gold can stay. The enemy of my enemy once sent me a genuine love letter but I watched it burn in the embers of my heart.
I have an enemy of a lover, but she is lover still. Betrayal has lost its meaning (she says betrayal makes you stronger) but I won’t betray. (I’m too afraid Have you see the scars on my back?)
Some days I look in the mirror and the lines blur and I can’t remember what’s me and what’s her and who the enemy is and who the lover is and who the friend is and sometimes I hear a whisper. I think it’s the answer.