I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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I still watch this series on Netflix and I love VI and Caitlyn together as if they were a coupleđ€©âșïž.(artist: fool_rith on twitter)
The way I hoped onto google so fast to search itđ€Ł
Just woke up to this news
This shit has me in the strongest chock hold
Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader
Ch. 2 of Blue is For Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3
Word count: 6.0k
Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out on a real first date, but what does that look like when you donât have anyone to watch your son?Â
Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think thatâs all itâs pretty cute
AN: Okay⊠I know this took forever to get out, but I started writing one idea that takes place after this and had a hard time transitioning, so I started over and wrote this chapter instead đ If youâre waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise itâs coming đ Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily đ
âNO! Itâs gonna fall!â Your son screeched from the living room. And as you continued to chop up your taco meat in the pan, you heard a heavy thump on the ground and an excited giggle from the four-year-old.Â
Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Benâs developing motor skills and small size gave him a slight disadvantage as he played his favorite Bluey game, and Bucky was far too invested in how high he could get their high score. Keepy Uppy experts, they called themselves, smacking a balloon this way and that trying to keep it off of the floor.Â
You werenât sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didnât have the heart to make them stop.Â
It hadnât taken long for Bucky Barnes to find a place for himself in your lives, and it had been far easier to get him through your door since that first night he came over for dinner. It started with dinners here and there until he was almost expected at the table each night. Ben wanting to show off his school projects had turned into after-school play dates, which then became a demanding four-year-old and a super soldier on call, ready to be at your doorstep in a moment's notice.Â
One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ânoâ and do his own thing. But he walked in with a sweet smile and soft touches, greeting Ben with equal enthusiasm. Before you could even get it out, Bucky made sure you knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be.Â
When it was just the two of you, Ben would often tell you that Bucky was his best friend. And after you put him to bed, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush when Buckyâs nightly text messages came in. âBedtime went okay?â translated to itâs my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face.Â
âMAMA!â You snapped your head up in Benâs direction, seeing the blue balloon floating across the counter that divided your kitchen and your living room. Glancing at Bucky, he gave you a wink as his eyes danced between you and the balloon.Â
With both boys looking at you with anticipation, how could you deny them?
Resting your spatula against the pan, you scurried to the counter and got up on your toes, leaning across it to smack the balloon back into the living room where Ben bounced over to it. You watched them for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you watched the brick wall of a man play so sweetly with Ben, complete with goofy faces and exaggerated movements just to make him laugh.Â
That shouldnât have been all it took to make you absolutely head over heels for him. And yet you had to physically make yourself look away and focus on cooking dinner to avoid watching him with heart eyes. Logically, watching a man play well with your four-year-old shouldnât have been the root of your affections⊠but it was kind of hard for it to be anything else when Ben was always with you.Â
âHey, we kept it up twenty-four times, thatâs pretty good!â Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended.Â
âLetâs do it again! Weâll really beat the high score this time,â Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle.Â
âHow about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? Iâll be back in a sec,â he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself.Â
Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Buckyâs large hands smoothed over the middle of your back. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, and you tried to cover it up by turning to meet his gaze, finding him leaning against the counter beside you with a cocked brow.Â
âHey sugar, come here often?â He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places.Â
âOnly every day of my life,â you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face.Â
âCan I help you with anything?â He asked gently.Â
âI mean⊠you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?âÂ
âAnd now Iâm talking to you,â he winked at you, removing his hand from your back so he could tend to the other pot simmering on the stove. You tried to ignore how much you missed the feeling. âHeâll be fine, Iâll go back out there in a few minutes.â
âMmm, okay⊠so what do you want?â You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. âIâm smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.â He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.Â
âI- well, not because I donât want to spend time with you,â he quickly defended himself, and you couldnât help the laugh that bubbled out of you. âItâs- câmon, we were playing keepy uppy, you canât expect me to turn that down,â he argued, now laughing with you.Â
âBut you do have a question for me?â He nodded in defeat.Â
âI was just wondering⊠Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?âÂ
Oh.Â
That question.Â
The one that, with men you had entertained in the past, had meant they were done playing family man, that they wanted Ben to be someone elseâs problem so they could get you alone. It was always pitched to you like it was some kind of fantasy of yours, like they were doing you this big favor by giving you a reason not to be Mom. As if that was ever something you wanted to escape.Â
It usually meant the end of whatever short-lived flirtationship you had allowed. They would show their true colors, turning into ugly versions of themselves when denied what they were really after. Your walls would go back up, you would keep your baby close to your chest, and you would never hear from them again.Â
But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldnât be farther from them.Â
âI uh⊠No, I donât,â you started shyly, not very good at hiding how his question had caught you off guard. But when you watched his expression shift, it was soft, and there was no leap to a defense. He was different. âIâve been working from home since Ben was born, and I only went back to the office because he started going to school. Other than friends here and thereâŠâ You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. âWhy do you ask?â
âWellâŠâ he started, taking a deep breath before he looked back at you, still effortlessly reducing you to a puddle with one look despite his evident nerves. âI was thinking of asking you out on a date.âÂ
It was annoying what that one sentence did to you.Â
âFigured Iâd do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.âÂ
Just for one night⊠youâd never heard that one before.Â
âI can.â What were you saying? âI can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? Iâm sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.âÂ
What were you saying?Â
It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone elseâs supervision. But he was all you had. And itâs not like you required much from a potential sitter, keeping him safe and happy was all you really cared about. But it was so hard to let go of him, and far easier to just reschedule things for another time. Now you were agreeing to hand your baby away because a pair of pretty blue eyes said he wanted to treat you to a night out.Â
And you wanted it.Â
Before you could take it back, even before the rush of mom guilt started to flood in, Bucky was already swooping in to rescue you from your spiraling thoughts.
âHang on, donât go pawning him off on someone you donât trust, youâre gonna stress me out,â he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. âI just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.âÂ
The relief that flooded your body was more satisfying than you could have ever imagined. And somehow there was still room to be disappointed in what you lost. The idea of sitting at a table in a nice restaurant and being able to talk, really talk without the fear of what little ears could hearâŠÂ
With Bucky, it sounded wonderful.Â
âI still want to take you out on a date,â he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head.Â
âAnd how do you think thatâs gonna work, Buck?â You laughed, amused by the image of you and Bucky in a fancy dining room joined by a booster seat and a plate of chicken nuggets. âJust give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, Iâll find someone heâll be okay with.â
âNah, weâll take him with us,â He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. âPsstâŠ. Ben⊠câmere.â You watched in intrigue as your son quickly abandoned the balloon he was tossing into the air to toddle over to the super soldier, launching himself into Buckyâs arms as the tall man kneeled down. Â
âWhat do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?â he offered, and your son immediately lit up.Â
âIs today Saturday?â You and Bucky shared a look.Â
âNo buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you donât go to school.â Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied.Â
âWhy?â He asked, his arms still wrapped around Buckyâs shoulders. You couldnât help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Benâs responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head.Â
âWell⊠so we can all spend some time together. Weâll go get hot dogs, and Iâll take you guys to the park. And maybe Iâll treat you guys toâŠâ Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. âMaybe Iâll get us a treat afterward. Howâs that sound?âÂ
âGood!â Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. âBucky?âÂ
âYeah, buddy?âÂ
âCan tomorrow be Saturday?â Buckyâs face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldnât help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise.Â
âBen, honey,â you started, and Benâs face appeared under Buckyâs bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. âWhy donât you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?âÂ
You watched him struggle to climb around Buckyâs arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched â and helped â in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Buckyâs ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Benâs ticklish whispers than you were.Â
And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Benâs ear. When he backed away, the two boys shared a look, nodding in agreement. Thick as thieves⊠Bucky nodded his head towards you, getting Ben to finally loop you into the plan.Â
âBucky sayed yes! He sayed itâs a date,â he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too.Â
âThen tomorrow it is,â you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees.Â
âKeepy Uppy! Come on, letâs go!â Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Buckyâs hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didnât make a difference.Â
âHold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,â he laughed, and Ben groaned as he returned to the living room to play by himself. You kept yourself propped up against the counter as Bucky approached you, confident that your weakened knees needed another moment to be able to support you.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to rush you into anything,â you smiled, and he shook his head.Â
âIâve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfectâ he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. âIâm just glad heâs so excited.âÂ
âMe too,â you sighed, glancing back out into the living room to see your son laid out on the edge of the couch as he tossed his balloon into the air. âSo, what treat did you change your mind about?â You asked with a grin.Â
âIt wasnât so much that I changed my mind? I just didnât think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,â he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you.Â
He was different.Â
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âAlright Iâve got one,â Bucky offered from his spot on the wooden bench next to you, the two of you sitting on the perimeter of the park taking turns scooping bites from the rest of Benâs cup of chocolate ice cream, which heâd ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream.Â
âOh this should be good,â you teased, handing him the small cup as you finished your bite. After having gotten hot dogs and walked around the city, you had already crossed off the usual first date topics and found yourselves in this sort of game of twenty questions. The main difference is that you were trying to take advantage of your time without little ears. Well, not being in an enclosed space with little ears.Â
âWhatâs the worst date youâve ever been on?â he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite â he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you.Â
âOkay, this one wasnât exactly terrible, but just weird,â you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. âThis guy took me out to eat at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Literally, it was just a window on the side of the tiniest building Iâve ever seen.Â
âWe end up sitting to eat it in a park close by, and I start to think that the date can finally start. But then I look over and see him picking all his toppings off.â Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. âAfter heâd polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.â
âAnd then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?â he asked incredulously. When you nodded, he closed his eyes and dropped his head into one of his hands, rubbing his face in what could only be described as despair.Â
âI lasted about halfway through the crust before I threw etiquette out the window, and asked him what the hell he was doing to that poor piece of pizza. He just laughed and told me heâd been eating it that way since he was a kid.âÂ
âPlease tell me you got up and left immediately,â he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story.Â
You could have said that. That would be the normal thing to answer with, especially when talking about a different man on a first date.Â
âThat uh⊠that was actually Benâs dad.âÂ
Or just put it all out there. Thatâs⊠thatâs what you did. Way to make it awkward.Â
You werenât sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasnât for him to look at you with his brows raised as if heâd just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise.Â
âSo thatâs why Ben eats pizza like thatâŠâÂ
âLike a weirdo? Apparently,â you finished, and Bucky chuckled to himself as he looked back out at the playground to check on the boy in question, and you admired his features as he did. âHeâs never met that man in his life, but I guess pizza preferences are genetic. He just came out of the womb ready to confuse anyone who has to see him tear into a pepperoni pizza.âÂ
âIâve told you Iâm from Brooklyn, right? New York?â He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.
âIâm so sorry,â you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. âIt probably drives you crazy, doesnât it?âÂ
âA little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,â he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. âYou should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.âÂ
âOh yeah? And which way is that?âÂ
âYou fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,â he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit â his New York was a few decades behind the trends â but that was exactly how youâd seen him manhandle his slices last week.Â
âHis hands are too small for that!â You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended.Â
âSo we teach him now. Fix it before itâs too late, and then when heâs older we wonât have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.âÂ
The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him.Â
There was still an amused grin on his face, but the implication behind his words still hung in the air, and you could tell he was weighing his options as he watched your face for any trace of a response to how many times he had said we, not to mention talk of still being around when Ben was a little older.Â
âI- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,â he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along.Â
âWell, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didnât bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.â Buckyâs nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldnât hear the way your heart sped up because of it.Â
âYeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?â He asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at you as he adjusted his spot on the bench, ending up just a little bit closer to you.Â
âThat depends on what youâre planning,â you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression.Â
Your innocent laughter was quick to fade when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips in a way that should not have had as much of an effect on you as it did, finding his baby blues darting down to your lips before returning your gaze.Â
âYouâve got something, right hereâŠâ he husked, the arm that had been resting against the back of the park bench moving slyly to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips.Â
âHmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?â you managed as his face inched closer to yours, scanning your expression for any sign of rebuttal. Lucky for him, you were so giddy with anticipation that you may as well have had a green light on your forehead.Â
âMhm, you did,â he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. âLet me get that for youâŠâÂ
âHow kind of you,â you whispered, earning you a bright smile as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as you anticipated his next move.Â
The moment Buckyâs lips met yours, you could have been easily convinced that the world around you had fallen away. You could count on one hand the number of times youâd been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close.Â
It was pure. Fucking. Bliss.Â
His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadnât realized was empty, curing some secret ache in your soul. The hand cupping your cheek slipped to the back of your neck to hold you just that much closer, angling his face to kiss you again, keeping you close to him. He touched you as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured while he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive.Â
Bucky parted the kiss and held his lips away from yours by mere centimeters, an immediate wave of disappointment washing over you, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. And again. And again.Â
âWhat do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?â he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath.Â
âI think Iâll let it slide,â you teased right back, delighted by the huff of amusement you got from the muscular man in front of you, more than eager to let him lean back in to keep kissing youâŠ
âMAMA!âÂ
Honestly, you should have seen it coming.Â
Buckyâs lips had only just touched yours when Ben called for you from across the playground, and you could feel the super-soldier's wide grin spreading across his face as you scrunched your nose.Â
You put on your best attentive mother face as you turned to look at your son, finding him attempting to run up to you through the wood chips of the playground, his eyes trained on the handful of leaves in his hands.Â
âYes baby?â you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky.Â
âI buyed you more ice cream!â Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery.Â
âThat was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,â you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice â Buckyâs chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded â as you pretended to nibble on the leaves youâd been gifted. This was probably the fourth time youâd gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three.Â
When you emptied his âbowlâ by tossing his leaves to the side, just as you and Bucky had alternated doing for the past six handfuls, you assumed he would return back to the game of cafe so his new friends could âwash the dishes.â That was the pattern, thatâs how the game was supposed to go.Â
But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your sonâs next move would prove to be wrong.Â
So of course, possibly the only time where you might have wanted him to keep playing his game and leave you to find your own entertainment on the park bench, he patted his hands on his pants and began climbing into your lap. Pushing limbs to the side, almost kicking Bucky in the abdomen, actually headbutting you in the abdomen⊠the whole nine yards.Â
âWhat uh⊠what are you doin, bud?â you asked once heâd settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him.Â
âI jusâ wanted to snuggle you,â he shrugged, wiggling impossibly closer to you as he looked back out at the playground, perfectly content to watch the other children play as he sat with the two of you. You rolled your eyes for only Bucky to see, getting another laugh out of him as you squeezed your son tight.Â
âThank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,â you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. âYou have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.â Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing.Â
While you definitely would have enjoyed getting to kiss him just a little bit longer, getting cuddled by your son while Bucky tucked in close and wrapped an arm around your shoulders was a very close second.Â
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You shut the door to Benâs room gently behind you, tip-toeing out into the living room where Bucky was waiting for you, leaning up against the arm of the couch with his hands resting gently in his lap. He raised his brows expectantly, silently asking how it went.Â
You waved a hand across your face. âHeâs out,â you whispered, making Bucky smile.Â
âI thought he would be,â he said softly, nodding slowly. âI could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.â You laughed as you remembered Benâs antics, climbing all over Bucky as he sat on the couch, doing anything he could to fight sleep, and laughing at just about anything that the super-soldier said to him whether it was meant to be comical or not.Â
âYou wore him out!â you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. âI donât think Iâve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kidsâ game of chase.â He giggled as you stepped into the space between his legs, his hands instinctively lifting off of his lap to rest comfortably on your hips. âEarned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.âÂ
âOh yeah?â he asked sweetly, tilting his head in intrigue as you ran your hands up and down his muscular arms. Very muscular arms⊠You bit your lips and nodded to answer, earning a deep hum. âDid it earn me any points with Benâs mom?âÂ
Your eyes found the chain of his dog tags hanging around his neck, tucked into the soft sweater that stretched over his chest. Buying yourself time to find the right words to answer his flirtatious question, you trailed your hands up his shoulders until they found the beaded chain. Slowly you pulled them out and kept them hooked in two of your fingers, the chain taught against his neck as you finally met his gaze.Â
The blue of his eyes was slowly being overtaken by his pupils as he watched you. Not completely, but just enough to be noticeable, and it gave you a surge of confidence. You still had it.Â
âYou earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,â you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his.Â
âHow soon can I cash it in?â The gravel of his voice rumbled through his body, and you felt it go directly to your core. You gave a slight tug on the chain in your hands, clueing him into your answer.Â
He didnât need telling twice. Bucky followed the pull of his dog tags and leaned in to reconnect his lips with yours, and the second they hit home you melted into his grasp. You dropped the chain and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting most of your weight in his arms as his hands slid to wrap around your hips, holding you tight.Â
It was hot, full of fire and hunger. He moved against you like it was second nature, tuned into every little sign and indicator your body was giving him, rendering you practically boneless. He nipped at your bottom lip, and teased your tongue with his own as you let him in, no thoughts in your head save from letting him keep kissing you like his life depended on it.Â
Before you could wrap your brain around needing to stop for air, Bucky broke the kiss. His lips were so close, and yet so far, hovering inches away from yours. You spared a glance to see why he was torturing you like this, leaning back slightly to find his eyebrows furrowed as he stood completely still, peering out of his peripheral vision to follow⊠whatever it was he heard.Â
After a few moments of silence, he relaxed again, turning his focus back to you and donning a sheepish grin when you raised your brows in question. âSorry, I thought I heard Ben.âÂ
Ben⊠Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room.Â
You didnât even have the brain power to remember where you were, let alone keep your motherly instincts intact. Usually, it was you who had the all-hearing ears, being able to pick up on any slight out-of-place movement your son may have made.Â
This time you didnât. But Bucky did. While making out with you.Â
âAre you even real?â You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. âI mean, itâs enough of a task trying to find a man even willing to give a single mom the time of day. But here you are, buying him ice cream on our first date and listening for him mid-makeout.â His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement.Â
âWell, Iâm glad Iâm doing something right, but thatâs⊠I donât feel like I deserve praise for that,â he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. âI actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying âweâ so many times⊠I- I hope I didnât freak you out.â
The longer he kept talking, the more you were convinced you were dreaming. At any moment you would wake up, and this wonderful wonderful man would be ripped away from you.Â
But when the dream didnât end, you were quick to ease his worries. âPlease donât apologize for that, it was- okay, I donât want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.âÂ
Bucky tilted his head in question, gesturing for you to keep talking, and you took a moment to find the right words to explain what you were trying to tell him. Words that didnât make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did.Â
âThe guys Iâve dated in the past⊠well, Iâll just say that they were less concerned about finding a sitter specifically for the first date, and more interested in finding a way to get Ben out of the equation completely.â You had more to say, but for a moment all you could do was watch him. His face changed as soon as the words left your lips, and you were momentarily fascinated by the thinly veiled discomfort that took over his expression.Â
Bucky was angry.Â
Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you â as a complete unit â was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasnât even seeking a reward for it. This wasnât a show, he wasnât trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else.Â
âIâd way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older⊠itâs a nice change from having to explain why Benâs dad hasnât come to take him away for the weekend,â you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. âI like having you around all the time, watching you play together. Youâre really good with him, Buck.âÂ
That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. âI try,â he shrugged. âHeâs a sweet boy, itâs hard to tell him no.âÂ
âI know,â you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. âYâknow, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that youâre his best friend.â Buckyâs face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey.Â
âAs much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,â he started, sparing a glance towards Benâs room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldnât think that was crazy. âHe deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.â The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them â and all their many differences â making for a comical image in your head. âDonât get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.âÂ
âOh really? Not any of your superhero friends?â You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. âAnd what about me?â He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.Â
âI was reserving something else for youâŠâ he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body.Â
âAnd what would that be?â you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Buckyâs grip on you tightened as he rose from the arm of the couch, his darkening eyes never leaving yours as he walked you backwards through your apartment, keeping you balanced as you did your best to keep your feet on the ground.Â
âMmm, I think youâll just have to wait and see,â he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. âI think Iâve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,â Bucky whispered.Â
He didnât give you time to come up with a witty reply before he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours ever so softly, one arms slinking around your waist to pull you flush to him as his other left you, but you couldnât dedicate any thought to where it might have gone when you were running your hands through his hair and enjoying the pleased sounds it drew out of him.Â
It didnât last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses â not nearly enough, in your opinion â giving you a shit eating grin. He whispered a goodnight, stepping back to admire the flustered state he was leaving you in before walking back towards your front door, coat already in hand. And with one last wink he was gone, the door clicking softly as he shut it gently behind him, conscious of the sleeping four year old inside the apartment.Â
You didnât know how long you sat there, bracing yourself against the wall just inside your apartment as you went over the events of the night, remembering each sweet gaze, tender touch, and absolutely tantalizing kiss he had given you. One thing was for sure; it was without a doubt the most romantic date you had ever been on.Â
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the wall, moving to go double-check on Ben before starting your own nightly routine. You stopped in your tracks when your phone vibrated in your pocket, your face quickly breaking into a smile when Buckyâs name appeared on the screen.Â
If weâre still throwing out first date rules, I donât have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, Iâm glad you agree.Â
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This is the best use of a brain cell I've ever read on the internet lmfaođ€Ł
i have a friend who has kinda bad eczema on their right hand but their left hand is fine and thats because acidity makes eczema worse and that includes vaginal acidity and my friend is both a lesbian and a slut so they finger a lot of people and that fucks up the hand they use (their right hand). Anyways do you think BBC sherlock would deduce that by looking at my friendâs hands
Well that comment broke my heart, but well said I suppose đ„Č
And just for a moment they both recognized their sister
In this house we only loosely acknowledge current MCU canon. In my mind it's still around 2014-15. Winter Soldier just came out. We have such high hopes for the in-depth character arcs of our main babes, not to be turned into cash cows milked dry of any soul. The Avengers still all have their own floors in the tower and Bucky is coming to live in as Steeb's emo plus-one.
Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
when funkyfrogbait said âhow many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.â
i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldnât write what they wanted. itâs for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.
21/ {she/her} mostly here for reading....might post some fanfics if I find the ones I've already written if not feel free to request some I'll leave a list of tv shows and movies I can write for :)
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