Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Tom Hiddleston presents the award for Leading Actress at the BAFTA TV Awards 2016

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Precious Moments

Word Count: 1130

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Remembering precious moments of your pregnancy with Bucky’s child.

Warning: Hella Fluffy

Note: I need more Dad!Bucky in my life

The day you told Bucky that you were pregnant, he cried like a baby because it was one of the most happiest day of his long ass life. You remember that he was on a short mission with Steve and Clint, probably two day long and you found out the day he left. You remember freaking out, in a good way, because you and Bucky have been wanting to start a family together for while. You called Natasha and Wanda right away, seeing as they weren’t on the mission with the boys and they came over as fast as they could too congratulate you.

You remember you had the girls help you prepare this whole thing for when he came home. You had baby balloons all over the place, pink and blue, you had placed one baby book on each table that led to the kitchen and in the kitchen, you had a card written for your husband and little baby booties next to it.

When he entered your house, you heard him set his bags down while his voice boomed. “[Y/N], are you here?” You watched him from a hidden place in the house. You saw him look around the house, looking at the balloons and the books everywhere. His heart was racing at the moment, not knowing what to think. He slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was left for him on the table.

We walked towards the kitchen table and picked up the letter:

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

You are too become the father to a beautiful baby boy or girl. I had found out the day you left for that stupid mission and ever since, I’ve been waiting to tell you the exciting news. I had the girls come over and help me prepare this whole thing.

I hope you’re ready to become a father. Now, turn around you little shit.

P.S they better have your eyes

He laughed at the last part before turning around to see you leaning against the wall. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

A smile broke on his face as tears formed in his eyes. “Oh my god, [Y/N]!” He ran towards you, wrapped his arms around your waist and twirled you around. He set you down and looked you in the eye, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” He breathed out. He leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. “This is the best gift you could have ever given me.” He murmured against your lips only to capture them against his once more.

You remember when you were five months pregnant, you both found out you were having a baby boy. You remember watching Bucky jumped into the air, pumping his arms as he screamed. “Yes!” You just stared at laughed at him with your doctor.

When you got cleaned up and walked out of the room, Bucky had his arm around your waist so he could keep at least one hand on your stomach. The whole time walking back to the car, he kept whispering in your ear with a giddy laugh. “We’re having a boy…” You would just shake your head and respond with a big smile. “I know, Barnes, I know.”

You remember that same night that you found a name for your son, Christian Steven Barnes. You looked down at your joyful husband, having his hands on the sides of your stomach, whispering to your swollen belly. “I’m going to teach you how to walk, talk, ride a bike. How to shoot a gun and-” You gave him a warning glance with he just shrugged off. “All the things you need to know on how to grow up, especially how to woo the girls.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed while bringing your hands to Bucky’s hair and the other on the top of your stomach.

You remember the baby’s first kick. You were sitting in the living room while watching your favorite movie when you felt a kick sharp movement within your swollen belly. You placed a hand over where you felt it and it happened again. A smile broke from your face as you called you husband over from the kitchen. “Bucky, come here!”

You heard him run in with a worried look. “What, is something wrong?” He asked you while walking towards you.

You shook your head, your smile growing larger. “No, give me your hand.” You told him which he complied too by giving you his right hand. You placed his right hand on the side of your belly in which the movement happened again. “He’s kicking.”

Bucky had a shocked look but quickly faded to a similar look you had on your face. “He’s kicking, [Y/N]! Oh my god…” He whispered while moving to crouch in front of you. He placed now both f his hands on the side of your stomach, as he usually does, the small kicks coming every few minutes. “He’s got a strong kick… Like his dad.” He smiled as he started to talk to your unborn child.

You remember when your water broke and how much pain you were in with each contraction. You woke up Bucky with a hard punch. “Huh? What’s wrong? Are you and the baby all right?” His tired voice asked.

“My water broke, Bucky.”

With that sentence said, he jumped out of bed and started getting dress. He came up towards you and helped you into some cleaner pants and a new shirt and helped you hobble down the stairs, grabbing your baby bag and walk towards the car.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand, sadly being his right hand. He had the car you both had call the others, telling them that your water broke and that he would keep everyone updated.

When you reached the hospital, they quickly brought you to a room where you’d be by yourself. Bucky stayed by your side the whole time and he let you hold and crush with left hand instead of his right one. When you were ready too push, the birthing process came easy and quickly and you and both Bucky to have your son, Christian in your arms.

Now, Bucky sat beside you in the hospital bed, you had your head leaned against his shoulder as you held your sleeping son in your arms. You felt Bucky press a kiss to your forehead and whisper so he doesn’t wake up his son. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, [Y/N].”

As you opened your mouth to respond, the door opened to the Avengers, including T'Challa who wanted to see your miracle. “So, where’s the little rascal?”

Frozen For A Lifetime (Bucky x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Bucky Barnes

Persona: Female

Word Count: 696

Request: imagine Bucky and the reader saying goodbye at the end of the film when it will be frozen,she kisses him and Bucky is surprised then she asks"My God ’ve gone too far? “and he kisses her back and whispering "no”. 

Today was a sad day. It marked the beginning of change: a time where superheroes could no longer be superheroes unless they were commanded by the government and a time were those who didn’t sign up were outlaws.

You felt guilty; you, Steve and Bucky were the only ones from your team who were able to escape. The others were being held in some secret location. Clint was unable to see his family, Wanda was being held in a straight-jacket once again, Sam and Scott were also there. But here you were with Steve and Bucky, feeling extremely selfish as you cried tears for the soldier. You should be in one of those cells with them.

You furiously rubbed at your eyes as you felt a couple more tears trickle down your cheeks, you didn’t want either of the men to see you crying, you knew it would only make things harder for Bucky.

“Hey”, Bucky called out softly when he heard you sniffle. You lifted up your head and spotted the blue eyes staring at you. “It’s for the best, right Steve?” the Winter Soldier looked over to his old best friend who could only managed to nod his head curtly. “I can’t trust my mind, this is the safest thing for everyone”, although Bucky was right, it still didn’t make it any easier for you to let him go, but you smiled.

“I know”, you said softly. You walked towards Bucky and Steve, zoning out as they said their goodbyes. You wanted to argue with Bucky, to beg him not to go back under the ice, to plead that there must be another way. Yet how could you convey these thought without expressing your own selfish desire? That you didn’t want him to go back under because you needed him, you were in love with him. 

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice pulled you out of your daydreams. “Hmm?” you hummed out. “I was saying goodbye, but I guess you didn’t hear my heartfelt speech”, he laughed which made you and Steve laugh too. The noise was like music to your ears and in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Your legs moved on their own accord, as did your hands as they grabbed Bucky’s face. Your lips slammed against his desperately. As quickly as the kiss had happened, you ripped your face away from his. “I-I’m s-sorry”, you stammered out in embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time you two shared a kiss, whilst fighting against the act you both shared lots of passionate moments with each other unbeknownst to the team.

You looked down to the floor, “My God, have we gone too far?”, you whispered. 

You felt a hand grip the bottom of your chin, it forced you to look up and meet the loving blue eyes you found comfort in, although today you could clearly see the sadness in them. 

“No”, Bucky replied as his hand caressed your cheek, then in a flash his lips were against yours. The surrounding doctors and nurses let you have your time together, Prince T’Challa even stopped the doctor once to let you share the kiss a couple of moments longer but eventually all good things have to come to an end.

Bucky rested his forehead against yours as the kiss ended, “You’ll wait for me won’t you?”, he asked hoping that your answer would be yes. “Of course, I’d wait forever if I had too”, you answered feeling fresh tears prickle in your eyes.

“I’ll come back to you when I’m better”, Bucky said pulling his head away from yours, he stroked your hair for the last time and made a mental note of how soft it was. “And I’ll be waiting right by you”.

With one last kiss to your forehead Bucky walked towards the big machine in which he’d be frozen in. Nobody knew how long he’d been in there but he hoped that you’d still be around when he came out of it. You watched with Steve as the Winter Soldier’s blue eyes closed, he almost looked like he was in a peaceful sleep. 

Captain America held you as you cried.

I’m sick of people saying “they’re fictional, get over it.” Whenever I talk about a character dying. Listen here, the characters that I mourn may well indeed be fictional, however, they have taught me so many valuable lessons. Let’s take Steve Rogers for example. Steve taught me not to give up, that friendship is one of the most valuable things, and to stand up for what you believe in even if you’re standing alone or going against something bigger then yourself. Tony Stark, He taught me how knowledge is the greatest weapon, to keep going no matter what, that you aren’t your parents, and he taught me anxiety isn’t an obstacle which can’t be tackled. Natasha Romanoff taught me that your past doesn’t define you and that everyone makes mistakes but you shouldn’t judge people on that. She taught me that you can start fresh and you can become someone better then what you were. All of them taught me to keep going, to try and make the world a better place not just for everyone but for myself. I know the actors are still here. But these characters have undeniably left a huge mark on my heart, and taught me things no teacher, parent or friend has. These lessons have made me the person I am today, impacted every choice I’ve made and I’ve found myself slowly becoming the person I want to be. I owe a lot to them. Thank you❤️ (Obviously there’s more characters but I picked my top 3)

Omg! It's beautiful

A century’s sleep (A Good Omens piece based off Psyche surprising sleeping Cupid by Louis Jean François Lagrenée)

I’ve lost interest in painting this so here it is, unfinished. Also, i’m not calling it a repaint this time because I've strayed so far from the original it’s more of a “inspired by” or “loosely based off” rather than a repaint.

just consider this part 1 of some civil war inspired doodles

Imagine waking up to Bucky after your first night together.

You stirred awake to a comforting warmth surrounding you. As your eyes fluttered open, the memories of the previous night came back to you and you smiled as you recognized the chest that you were nuzzling into. A metal arm tightened around your waist and you leaned forward to press a kiss to the skin that met the vibranium.

Bucky made a small noise at the sensation, his lips upturning in a gentle smile. “Good morning, princess.”

“It is indeed a good morning,” you muttered, your mouth traveling across his broad shoulder. 

Bucky moaned in contentment as you kissed his chin, his hand weaving itself through your hair, pulling you closer until he had you firmly pressed against him. You could feel him hard against your lower stomach. 

“Last night…” he murmured. 

“I know.”

Bucky beamed before he flipped you to lie on your back, crawling down to the crux of your thighs.

cute

Karen Hallion