they are basically children caught with their hands in the cookie jar

Perfect

A/N: so i got three requests from @charlesgrey1875, @meep-meep22 , and @sebatianstanisbae and they all wanted a jealous bucky. the ending is based off of ed sheeran’s new song perfect. 

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word Count: 1689

C'mon Steve! That’s not fair!” Y/N yelled as she tried to reach for the bag of candy Steve was holding above her head. Steve chuckled as he watched her start to jump up and down, stretching her arm up as far as it could go but it never came near the bag.

Steeeve,” Y/N whined, eventually growing tired of jumping and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You stole my bag last time,” Steve answered, like it was the perfect justification for why he had the bag.

“It was an accident!” Y/N exclaimed, uncrossing her arms and throwing them in the air in frustration.

“Yeah well, should have looked more carefully before pulling something out of the cabinet,” Steve replied, still holding the bag above her head.

“What’s going on here?” Another voice entered the kitchen. Sam and Bucky had just finished their workout and planned to have a relaxing snack but instead found two bickering children.

“He stole my candy!”

“She stole mine first!” Steve slowly lowered his arm, cautious of Y/N and her fast cat like reflexes.

“Seriously?” Sam asked as he raised an eyebrow, “you guys are fighting over a bag of candy?”

“It’s not any bag of candy it’s my favorite,” Y/N responded.

“Which happens to be my favorite as well,” Steve added, opening the bag and watching Y/N squint her eyes in annoyance as she hears the crinkle of the bag.

“Unbelievable,” Sam muttered before walking towards the fridge. “Like an old married couple,” he said under his breath not expecting anyone to hear him. But two people did and both had super soldier hearing. Bucky grunted as he looked between Steve and Y/N, unsure of what to do or even say. He wanted to tell Steve off, to yell at him for teasing Y/N and to remind him that he had a crush on her, not Steve. But he didn’t, instead Bucky grabbed the bottle Sam offered him, clenched his jaw tight and left but not before giving Steve a quick side eye.

“What’s his problem?” Y/N asked curiously at the interaction.

“You,” both Steve and Sam said.

“Me?” Y/N could hardly believe it. The man that she had slowly started to fall in love with had a problem with her. She let out a sniffle and wiped a stray tear from her eye before excusing herself without letting her friends explain why Bucky had a problem with her.

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anonymous asked:

hey mom, I'm not in a very good place rn. I'd describe myself as soft butch, and I actually like the way I look rn, no make-up, short hair and all, but everytime I go out I get anxiety because I feel like people are judging me. It stresses me and makes me hate my sexuality sometimes, I know you're busy and your prompts are full but could I please have a small sanvers fic with maybe a teen soft butch in it? I feel like I really need good rep rn... if u dont want just delete this, its okay

She’s in the field and she’s got her game face on – shoulders set, stance relaxed but ready, eyes sharp – and when J Cole’s Hold It Down blasts out of her back pocket, her work partner cocks a grin at you.

“Your kid?”

She grins at the term and answers quickly.

“Adrian, I’m on the job, what up?”

“Can I bring a kid to our dinner tonight? Remember that girl Val I was telling you about? She’s trippin cause she had a rough time in school today – “

“Yeah, course you can, kid.”

“You gotta go.”

Maggie grins at his sensitivity, his perceptiveness. “You could be a detective yourself, Ade. See you both tonight.”

She chews the inside of her cheek – a habit she’s been picking up from her girlfriend – and shoots a quick text off to Alex, telling her to expect one more tonight before pocketing her phone and sighing, squatting to analyze the tire marks leftover by the latest Cadmus lackey getaway car.

She pushes tonight’s dinner – a biweekly thing, dinner with her girlfriend and her college boy (she never tires of reminding him how proud she is that he’s in college) – to the back of her mind until she walks through the door of her apartment several hours later to find in her kitchen Alex, Adrian, and a short kid – must the the Val girl Adrian was talking about – with a dapper, short haircut, make-up free face, collared shirt and khakis, skin darker than hers but lighter than Adrian’s, smile just as bright.

Alex has the look of panicked glee of a pale five year old being caught with her hand in the cookie jar; Adrian’s holding the handle of a smoking frying pan with one hand and pointing at Alex with the other; and the new kid is frozen mid-laugh, eyes wide and nervous at finally meeting the detective she’s heard so much about from Adrian.

Maggie appraises the situation with a single glance and grins.

“Alex tried to cook.”

“I – “

“All good, Danvers, we’ll order in, but I gotta say, I’m still surprised your skills in the lab don’t transfer to the kitchen – “

“Hehe, your skills – “

“That’s enough out of you, young man.”

“Yes, Agent Danvers.”

Maggie laughs and shakes her head at their banter as she drops her gun and jacket on a chair and strides over with her hand out to greet the new kid.

“Maggie Sawyer,” she says, leaving the usual NCPD part out because the girl is looking more nervous by the second.

“Valerie.”

“But you prefer Val?” Maggie asks, and Adrian nods behind Val’s back in case she isn’t brave enough to say yes. She is, and she nods, and Maggie smiles warmly at her.

“Okay, Val, so. What’re you hungry for, aside from whatever my woman charred on the stove?”

“Hey – “

“Is it not true, Danvers?”

Alex scowls playfully and Maggie leans in for a kiss. Adrian squeals and leans into Val. “Told you they were the cutest couple ever. My real life OTP!”

Val smiles, but there’s sadness behind it.

“Bad day, kid?” Alex asks, and gestures her to the couch.

“She likes this girl,” Adrian knocks his shoulder into Val gently, and she shoves him with an embarrassed laugh on her face. Alex ooohs and Maggie squeals, and Val almost cries, because she’s never met grown-ups who were this excited to hear about her crushes on girls before.

“She’s really pretty,” Val confesses in a single breath, collapsing onto the couch with her knees spread wide and heat spreading across her shyly smiling face.

“Okay, tell. Everything. But first, tell me what you want for food.”

“Whatever’s fine. Pizza, maybe.”

Maggie chuckles as she takes out her phone to order. “Always with the pizza in this family.”

Alex kisses her and Adrian squeezes her knee when they catch her family comment, and Val flushes to be so easily included in such a term.

“Nothing, I just… she’s really good at math – “

“A definite turn on – “

“Oh, is that why you like coming to my lowly easy-bake oven lab, Danvers?”

“Ladies! There are children present!”

“I’m not a children, I’m sixteen!”

Children,” Adrian, Alex, and Maggie all chorus, and Val rolls her eyes and continues.

“There’s the math thing, and she’s just really sweet, she always sticks up for the kids who get picked on, and she’s got these gorgeous curls and she’s – “

“Super duper femmey, and totally into soft little butches like yourself,” Adrian says and pokes her in the belly gently. She swats at his hand and shrugs defeatedly.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m not just into femmes… but she is super femmey… but maybe she wants someone harder than me? Or like, femmier than me? Like, less gay, maybe, or more gay, or – ”

“So, basically, you’re creating a girl who’s anything but you in your mind, right?” Maggie grins with a tilted head, and Val sighs.

“I guess.”

Maggie squints at her and exhales sharply and wets her lips and speaks.

“You know before I met Danvers over here, it was… I dated. A lot.”

“Don’t worry Alex. You won,” Adrian whispers, and Alex slaps him five softly without taking her eyes off Maggie.

“I dated, but it was… it was women who didn’t get me, you know? They saw leather jackets and a cop badge and a bike and darker skin than theirs – god, too many white girls, sorry babe, but that’s a story for another day – so they expected me to be a certain type of way, expected me to be… well, more butch, you know? Like, all the time. They were interested in the role I could play – and I can play it, I can be it, and I like it, I love doting on women – “

Val smiles and nods and Alex blushes and Adrian snickers.

“But that’s not all I am, you know?” She shrugs. “Sometimes I like a little lace under the leather. And we’ve got different styles, you and me.” She gestures to Val’s hair cut, her looser clothes, with a grin. “And I love it. Your style. It’s absolutely fantastic. And you look really at home in it. And that’s the thing. You? How you feel, how you are? That’s the only thing that matters. So if she likes you, she’s gotta like your soft butchliness. And who wouldn’t, I mean look at you, you’re perfect.”

Val scoffs and Alex beams at Maggie and Adrian squeezes Val’s knee.

The doorbell rings and Adrian squeals. “Pizza!”

Maggie glances at Alex, and Alex nods with a grin before getting up to get the door.

“Your girl like pizza?” Maggie asks, and Val nods.

“I saved her the last slice last week at the school paper’s party when she was late from class. She was really happy.”

Maggie slaps her own thigh in excitement. “Damn girl, see, you got game! Wanna invite her over? We can watch crappy Netflix movies, and the three of us will check out if she checks you out and it’ll be awesome.”

Val smiles at the thought and pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

“Do you guys do this for all of us? Open up your home like this?”

Alex beams over the small stack of pizza boxes when Maggie looks up at her, and Adrian grins widely, proudly, gratefully, at them both as he cracks open a box and digs in immediately.

“Only to the cool kids,” Maggie teases, and Val nods, and types out a text to her crush, because she’s nervous but she’s perfect just like she is, and what’s there not to like, right, Maggie said so, and also, pizza.

Pizza with new family.

Even if her crush declines to come over, she’s pretty sure it’s going to be a good night.

guggi04  asked:

Can I be a greedy little GaFou shipper and ask for 8, 11, 22, 27 & 45 😅😄

Yes yes yes!!

8. How many children do they want/have?

Lefou always looks at Dick’s family and tells Gaston he’d like that- just one baby girl, to spoil and dote on and dress up and generally just love forever. Gaston likes that idea. In reality, they have six strapping children and their home is anarchy. The only time they can ever get away for a nice vacation or a night to themselves to actually have sex once in a while is if they cart their asses up through the forest for a day to pawn them off on Adam and Belle (those two don’t mind, their daughter loves the company of other children) Belle fucking revels in the exhaustion etched in Gaston’s features whenever they come by- this is retribution. 

11. What are their parenting styles?

Lefou is definitely the worrier. He worries if one of their kids goes out to town for some jam, he worries when their kids start learning how to ride horses, he worries when Gaston teaches their eldest boy how to fix shingles on the roof (”What if he falls off and dies, Gaston, did you think of that???”) So he’s the kind of overprotective one in everyday life. Now, Gaston is very laid back when it comes to rules (”Papa, can I ride your horse?” “Sure.” “Papa, can I go with Jaqueline on a picnic in the woods?” “Bring a coat.” “Papa, can I borrow your chopping axe?” “Hold it blade side up.”) 

But once their three girls are grown enough to start wearing pretty dresses, (and they have the prettiest, most fashionable ones in town, Gaston won’t settle for any less for his children) and they begin to get courted by village boys? Hoo boy. Gaston is the father from hell, and Lefou finds this so ironic.(”Don’t you remember when you were that age? You courted every woman in this village!” “Yes, but that was me, Lefou, there’s a difference here.”)

 Like picture this: a nice, shy boy from the other side of Villeneuve comes to take Ana into the square for a night of dancing. He opens the door, and finds Gaston in his armchair by the fire, loading his crossbow. 

“Ah, Henri! You’re just on time.” He aims the bow, and fires it at the target on the wall, making Henri jump a mile. 

Lefou just buries his face in his hands, going up to help their daughter get ready. 

22.  Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the other’s butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Lefou initiates the hand holding, since Gaston is too busy greeting people in town and being his extraverted to even think of the gesture. He also 100% grabs Gaston’s ass all the time- it just looks so good in the tight pants his hunter always wears. It turns Gaston on beyond belief that his husband is so taken by his backside, and it always ends with him turning around and hooking his fingers through Lefou’s belt loops, dragging him in for the dirtiest kiss imaginable. So basically, if Lefou wants to get laid, all he has to do is grab Gaston’s butt tbh and it works like a charm.

27. Who’d give their child sweets behind the other’s back?

G A S T O N. Lefou has a strict not that strict, he literally never enforces it policy that they only get like two sweets a day, but Gaston gives no fucks about house rules and gives them candy when Lefou’s not looking. Seriously, they’re really good at being cute when they ask, as they know Gaston’s heart is easily melted (”How could I say no to those eyes, hm Marie?!”) Also, ever since the children caught him stealing cookies from the cookie jar behind Lefou’s back one night, they tell him it’d be hypocritical if he didn’t. 

45. Who pays at dates?

Also Gaston. He absolutely insists. Lefou tries to pay him back in creative ways, like hiding money in his jacket or his shoe or something, but Gaston is all the wiser now, and hides Lefou’s coin purse before they go out.