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no more sex. we ran out of sex

“stop romanticizing (bad thing)” sorry that i have a poets soul and can see the hidden beauty in the grotesque

Why is Tumblr suggesting me Supernatural

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

Yes.

“Don’t mistake silence for weakness. Smart people don’t plan big moves out loud.”

— Unknown

I always ask myself why I like the dark semi good/bad characters and then realised that they all have missing limbs, and though I only have a missing finger, my little ass kid brain went "they're so cool" and now my adult brain gets to go "they're so f**king hot gawd DAMN" and you know what it all started with this lil shit disturber turned badass pretty princess mass serial killer with a breathing problem

Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (2005) dir. George Lucas

listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it's still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.

My liege, no one has!

Be so for real rn

But particularly this one again

And again

i needed to read this today so im sharing it to all of you!!

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.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

I’m thinking how at some point Elrond, who definitely saw many Men die during his (immortal) life must have started saying something like “If you meet my brother, give him my love” to them on their deathbeds. And I think it became something of a tradition, something he was actually expected to say and maybe eventually when you had the Rangers of the North leaving Rivendell on some dangerous errand, they would add “I hope we meet again but if we don’t - I’ll be sure to tell Elros…” to their farewells and no one would be sure if that was more heartbreaking or heartwarming

MY FRIEND IS FINDING OUT THAT HES COLORBLIND AND WE’RE ALL HELPING HIM THROUGH IT LMAOOOOOO

This is the best use of a brain cell I've ever read on the internet lmfao🤣

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 friend’s hands

Rebloging this because I want them to bring him back!!!! And Hannibal too!!!!!

You ever just think "what if Will Graham got more screentime"? Then remember he already gets a lot

Polly Gray. That’s it. That’s the post.

Remember when we all saw The First Avenger and Bucky came on screen and you didn’t know

You didn’t know how much you would care

This man will never not be hot and cute at the same time

SEBASTIAN STAN | ‘THE MARTIAN’ RED CARPET (2015) 

fanfictions aren’t enough i need this man to fuck me

Cate Blanchett pops Adderall and tries on hats for three hours in this instant Disney classic! 

Well, mark me down as scared and horny

For my Tumblr Flag/Fandom Games project

See the other fandoms here

— a really stupid lawyer

matt murdock x reader

cross posted on ao3 @selantris

if you had the choice, you would have thrown that brick at the back of matt’s head.

“I’m sorry — God, I am so sorry-”

”Do not even speak to me, Matthew,” you walked right past his ashamed and pleading figure, heading straight to the car where Foggy waited for the two of you outside of the apartment building.

“I’m so sorry! It was just a reflex,” Matt trailed right behind you, his words coming out jumbled due to their speed, “it was coming right for you!”

“And Peter, who if you forgot, has super spider reflexes would have caught it!” the irritation in your voice as you finally spoke to him properly since the unfortunate event occurred was enough to make him wince, “And “I’m a really good lawyer”?! Seriously?! You’re really fucking lucky I don’t grab that cane and stick it right up your-“

You stopped when you noticed the middle aged woman with a child by her side glaring at you from the crosswalk nearby at your vulgar language — and the fact that it was targeted towards a blind man.

“ He screwed up, didn’t he?” You had barely registered Foggy who had now stepped outside of the car, your facial expression the moment you exited the building had been enough to tell him what happened; a deep, displeased sigh escaped his lips as he approached you both.

Matt instantly grimaced at the thought of the incident.

“Understatement of the fucking year,” you deadpanned, still plagued and drowning in mortification, disappointment, and shock.

╚════.✾. ═╝

35 minutes earlier

“Foggy, Foggy, Foggy,” Matt’s phone blared, interrupting the discussion you, him, Peter, May, and Happy were having concerning the teen’s quite public and controversial current case.

“One moment,” Matt excused himself, remembering to grab his cane as your lectures before the two of you had arrived to Peter’s apartment about not being suspicious and actually acting blind ringing in his head. You gave him a small proud smile at his notion, happy that he was keeping up the act properly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t keep up the blind act well for most of his life. You knew that any normal person wouldn’t suspect a thing about him. But, you had from the moment you met him. You had noticed the way he would sometimes just drag the cane in his hand, with no real direction of it, how he would manage to dodge people and objects that even you missed, or the way it seemed as though he was the one directing you when you had a grip on his elbow, not the other way around.

And he had only become more sloppy ever since he revealed his identity to you. You had become another addition to those who knew his other part time job.

Given the fact that he spent most of his time with you, Foggy, and Karen, he no longer had to keep up his act; which this in return made him careless at not being so obvious in public and amongst others.

And unfortunately, just like you are keenly observant, so is Peter.

So you had made it very clear to Matt before the two had met for the first time today that he could not, under any circumstances, be an idiot today.

Although Matt and you have been married for over a year now, together for a little under four, he hadn’t had the chance to meet Peter yet.

You had been quite close with Peter ever since Tony had introduced him to you when you still worked for the Avenger’s legal team.

In a way, the two of you had a sibling-like bond.

So, you would think that someone that is that close to you would have met your husband by now and had been in attendance to your wedding ceremony.

But alas, the blip was to blame.

“Peter, don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright,” you put a hand on his shoulder when you noticed the anxious shaking of his leg and biting of his lower lip.

“Y-yeah — yeah, it will, I know,” he practically stumbled over his words, trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true.

Your gentle rubbing of his back with your palm had managed to calm him down for the moment as he turned his head and gave you a small smile at the act.

“So..” you started, your gaze landing on Matt whose back was facing you as he stood across the room, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other gripping his cane as it rested on his hip, an action he did far too often, “What do you think of Matt?”

Peter let out a small chuckle under his breath at the nervousness in your tone as you asked the grave question, as if he was your father and you were asking approval of a boy.

With his best attempt at a deep, gruff voice, a fake stern expression on his face, Peter sat up straight, clearing his throat, “I do not approve of him and I demand you stop seeing him immediately, young lady.”

You gave him a light smack on the back of his head, the both of you erupting into quiet laughs at his horrendous imitation.

As both of your laughs died down, Peter’s expression softened, “In all realness, I think he’s amazing. The two of you look great together.”

“Really?” Your eyes met his, a smile landing on your face at his words.

“Really,” He repeated with a grin, “although, he is quite scary for a blind man.”

You could not help but laugh at the irony of his observation, in both humor but also a sheer amount of nervousness at how quick Peter was able to take note of such a thing, “How so?”

“I don’t know; he’s very intimidating. It feels like he’s staring deep into my soul.”

“That’s just the lawyer in him, Pete,” you jokingly reassured, holding back on making a blind joke at his statement, “Remember you thought the same of me when we first met too.”

“That’s true. You were quite scary.”

“Hey!” You smacked his head — again, “I was not scary. You think everyone who is older than you is scary.”

“Please, enough with the head hitting. I already get enough concussions on the regular,” He massaged the area you attacked seconds prior.

Suddenly as if a thought had planted itself in Peter’s mind, he turned to you, a bit amused and also curious, “Did you ever tell him about you and Mr. Rogers?”

“Shut up-”

“Great news,” Matt interrupted, perfectly on time, as he sat down next to you, a look of confusion on his face, eyebrows raised minimally, as he shot you a glance, seemingly about your conversation just now with Peter, The look lasted a second as he faced the general direction of the rest of you, Happy and May both intently waiting for him to continue as they tuned in, “I don’t believe any of the charges against you are going to stick.”

“Wait, seriously?!” Peter exclaimed in relief and shock, the same expressions mirrored on the rest of you at the announcement.

“I told you!” You gave a small shake of Peter’s shoulders in excitement, “Did Foggy finalize the paperwork?” You turned back to ask Matt who had his head tilted – the habitual gesture he did when he was trying to tune in his senses on something in particular.

He tuned back out at your question, “Yes, sweetheart. There’s only a few more things to wrap up, but we can do that back at the office.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his action from a few moments prior, but his quick shake of his head and slight wave of his hand was enough to dismiss your concern.

“Oh my god, thank you guys so much. This is amazing!” Peter beamed in joy, finding it hard to believe how everything was suddenly working out in his favor.

“Thank you both; I don’t know what we would have done without you,” May softly spoke in contrast to her nephew’s yawps, putting her palm on your shoulder with a slight squeeze to show her gratitude.

You placed your hand over hers, “Of course, May.”

“You are welcome,” Matt replied with a genuine smile. He knew just how much both Parker’s meant to you and was glad that he had anything to do with helping them out, not just for their benefit, but also for the reasoning of how relieved and happy it made you.

You had been practically losing your mind ever since Peter’s identity was revealed — stressed, anxious, and worried all together for what this meant for the two of them. Knowing that he was able to somewhat assist in fixing this car wreck of an affair was enough payment for him.

But the happiness in the atmosphere was cut short when Matt turned to face Happy, his look turning serious, “However, Mr. Hogan…”

“Yes?” Happy replied, still glimmering with excitement over the recent disclosure.

“The feds are actively investigating the missing technology,” Matt began, “I uh, understand your loyalty to Mr. Stark and his legacy. But if you were involved–”

Happy’s smile dropped faster than Matt’s senses could even allow him to take notice of it, confusion and perplexity coating his voice, “If I was involved?”

“I advise securing a lawyer,” Matt finished.

“I need a lawyer because I’m – I’m under investigation,” Happy began panicking, pointing towards Peter who grimaced at his state, “I thought he was – you said that there were no charges. I could say, “Under advisement of council, I refuse to answer the question respectfully because I–”

You all stared at him as he became a distraught mess.

“-The answer could incriminate me – it’s the saying in Goodfellas.” Happy stammered in distress, his hands flying in all different directions, “What did they say in Goodfellas?”

“Happy, just take a second and hear what Matt has to say,” You interrupted his frenzy, putting your hands up in an attempt to stop his blabbering.

It managed to work as his mouth snapped shut, looking towards Matt as if he was his only hope now.

“You’re gonna need a really good lawyer,” Matt answered, the response doing nothing to calm Happy’s trembling nerves.

“Peter, you may have dodged your legal troubles, but things will get much worse,” Matt turned his head again to face the teen, “There is still the court of public opinion.”

In a matter of a split second, the loud crash of the window pierced through the room.

Your eyes slammed shut as an object hurtled right towards your face, Peter immediately jumping out of his seat and forward to catch whatever had flown in from outside.

There was a sudden moment of silence that seemed even louder than the breaking of the window as your eyes still remained shut, waiting for the impact of the object to hit you.

But, nothing happened.

You hesitantly opened your eyes to see none other than your idiotic, blind, moron of a husband gripping a large, red brick with newspaper wrapped around it in his hand, right in front of your face.

Not a single one of you made a comment.

Peter, who stood frozen in front of your sitting figure, May, who had ducked down slightly in an attempt to shield from the object, and Happy all looked at the lawyer in complete and utter shock and confusion.

But, you... – God, you looked like you had seen a ghost.

You closed your eyes again in complete denial of what just happened, hoping that you had just imagined that all and that Matt had not just done the single most stupid thing he could have possibly done today.

Unfortunately, your hope that this was just a nightmare was cut short by Peter’s voice, “How did you just do that?”

Matt made a pained expression, almost in disbelief at his own actions, “I’m a really good lawyer.”

You don’t think you had ever wanted to hit a blind man more than you did at that moment.

Bucky + whatever the fuck he’s doing with his face (Part 2)

This shit has me in the strongest chock hold

First Date

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 don’t have anyone to watch your son? 

Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think that’s all it’s 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 😂 If you’re waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise it’s coming 😉 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily 💙

“NO! It’s gonna fall!” 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. 

Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Ben’s 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. 

You weren’t sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didn’t have the heart to make them stop. 

It hadn’t 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. 

One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ‘no’ 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. 

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 Bucky’s nightly text messages came in. “Bedtime went okay?” translated to it’s my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face. 

“MAMA!” You snapped your head up in Ben’s 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. 

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. 

That shouldn’t 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 shouldn’t 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. 

“Hey, we kept it up twenty-four times, that’s pretty good!” Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended. 

“Let’s do it again! We’ll really beat the high score this time,” Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle. 

“How about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? I’ll be back in a sec,” he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself. 

Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Bucky’s 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. 

“Hey sugar, come here often?” He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places. 

“Only every day of my life,” you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face. 

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked gently. 

“I mean… you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?” 

“And now I’m talking to you,” 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. “He’ll be fine, I’ll go back out there in a few minutes.”

“Mmm, okay… so what do you want?” You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. “I’m smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- well, not because I don’t want to spend time with you,” he quickly defended himself, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “It’s- c’mon, we were playing keepy uppy, you can’t expect me to turn that down,” he argued, now laughing with you. 

“But you do have a question for me?” He nodded in defeat. 

“I was just wondering… Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?” 

Oh. 

That question. 

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 else’s 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. 

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. 

But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldn’t be farther from them. 

“I uh… No, I don’t,” 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. “I’ve 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 there…” You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” 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. “I was thinking of asking you out on a date.” 

It was annoying what that one sentence did to you. 

“Figured I’d do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.” 

Just for one night… you’d never heard that one before. 

“I can.” What were you saying? “I can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? I’m sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.” 

What were you saying? 

It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone else’s supervision. But he was all you had. And it’s 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. 

And you wanted it. 

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.

“Hang on, don’t go pawning him off on someone you don’t trust, you’re gonna stress me out,” he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. “I just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.” 

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 hear… 

With Bucky, it sounded wonderful. 

“I still want to take you out on a date,” he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head. 

“And how do you think that’s gonna work, Buck?” 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. “Just give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, I’ll find someone he’ll be okay with.”

“Nah, we’ll take him with us,” He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. “Psst…. Ben… c’mere.” 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 Bucky’s arms as the tall man kneeled down.  

“What do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?” he offered, and your son immediately lit up. 

“Is today Saturday?” You and Bucky shared a look. 

“No buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you don’t go to school.” Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied. 

“Why?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Ben’s responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head. 

“Well… so we can all spend some time together. We’ll go get hot dogs, and I’ll take you guys to the park. And maybe I’ll treat you guys to…” Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. “Maybe I’ll get us a treat afterward. How’s that sound?” 

“Good!” Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. “Bucky?” 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can tomorrow be Saturday?” Bucky’s face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldn’t help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise. 

“Ben, honey,” you started, and Ben’s face appeared under Bucky’s bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. “Why don’t you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?” 

You watched him struggle to climb around Bucky’s arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched – and helped – in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Bucky’s ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Ben’s ticklish whispers than you were. 

And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Ben’s 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. 

“Bucky sayed yes! He sayed it’s a date,” he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too. 

“Then tomorrow it is,” you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees. 

“Keepy Uppy! Come on, let’s go!” Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Bucky’s hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didn’t make a difference. 

“Hold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,” 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. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you into anything,” you smiled, and he shook his head. 

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfect” he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just glad he’s so excited.” 

“Me too,” 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. “So, what treat did you change your mind about?” You asked with a grin. 

“It wasn’t so much that I changed my mind? I just didn’t think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,” he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you. 

He was different. 

…

“Alright I’ve got one,” 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 Ben’s cup of chocolate ice cream, which he’d ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream. 

“Oh this should be good,” 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. 

“What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite – he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you. 

“Okay, this one wasn’t exactly terrible, but just weird,” you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. “This 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 I’ve ever seen. 

“We 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.” Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. “After he’d polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.”

“And then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?” 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. 

“I 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 he’d been eating it that way since he was a kid.” 

“Please tell me you got up and left immediately,” he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story. 

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. 

“That uh… that was actually Ben’s dad.” 

Or just put it all out there. That’s… that’s what you did. Way to make it awkward. 

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to look at you with his brows raised as if he’d just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise. 

“So that’s why Ben eats pizza like that…” 

“Like a weirdo? Apparently,” 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. “He’s 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.” 

“I’ve told you I’m from Brooklyn, right? New York?” He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. “It probably drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” 

“A little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,” he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. “You should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.” 

“Oh yeah? And which way is that?” 

“You fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,” he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit – his New York was a few decades behind the trends – but that was exactly how you’d seen him manhandle his slices last week. 

“His hands are too small for that!” You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended. 

“So we teach him now. Fix it before it’s too late, and then when he’s older we won’t have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.” 

The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him. 

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. 

“I- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,” he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along. 

“Well, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didn’t bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up because of it. 

“Yeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?” 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. 

“That depends on what you’re planning,” you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression. 

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. 

“You’ve got something, right here…” 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. 

“Hmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?” 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. 

“Mhm, you did,” he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me get that for you…” 

“How kind of you,” 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. 

The moment Bucky’s 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 you’d been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close. 

It was pure. Fucking. Bliss. 

His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadn’t 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. 

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. 

“What do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?” he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath. 

“I think I’ll let it slide,” 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 you…

“MAMA!” 

Honestly, you should have seen it coming. 

Bucky’s 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. 

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. 

“Yes baby?” you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky. 

“I buyed you more ice cream!” Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery. 

“That was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,” you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice – Bucky’s chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded – as you pretended to nibble on the leaves you’d been gifted. This was probably the fourth time you’d gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three. 

When you emptied his “bowl” 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 “wash the dishes.” That was the pattern, that’s how the game was supposed to go. 

But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your son’s next move would prove to be wrong. 

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. 

“What uh… what are you doin, bud?” you asked once he’d settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him. 

“I jus’ wanted to snuggle you,” 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. 

“Thank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,” you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “You have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.” Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing. 

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. 

…

You shut the door to Ben’s 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. 

You waved a hand across your face. “He’s out,” you whispered, making Bucky smile. 

“I thought he would be,” he said softly, nodding slowly. “I could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.” You laughed as you remembered Ben’s 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. 

“You wore him out!” you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kids’ game of chase.” 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. “Earned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.” 

“Oh yeah?” 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. “Did it earn me any points with Ben’s mom?” 

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. 

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. 

“You earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,” you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his. 

“How soon can I cash it in?” 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. 

He didn’t 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. 

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. 

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. 

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. “Sorry, I thought I heard Ben.” 

Ben… Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room. 

You didn’t 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. 

This time you didn’t. But Bucky did. While making out with you. 

“Are you even real?” You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. “I mean, it’s 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.” His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement. 

“Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right, but that’s… I don’t feel like I deserve praise for that,” he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. “I actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying ‘we’ so many times… I- I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

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. 

But when the dream didn’t end, you were quick to ease his worries. “Please don’t apologize for that, it was- okay, I don’t want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.” 

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 didn’t make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did. 

“The guys I’ve dated in the past… well, I’ll 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.” 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. 

Bucky was angry. 

Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you – as a complete unit – was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasn’t even seeking a reward for it. This wasn’t a show, he wasn’t trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else. 

“I’d way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older… it’s a nice change from having to explain why Ben’s dad hasn’t come to take him away for the weekend,” you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. “I like having you around all the time, watching you play together. You’re really good with him, Buck.” 

That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. “I try,” he shrugged. “He’s a sweet boy, it’s hard to tell him no.” 

“I know,” you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. “Y’know, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that you’re his best friend.” Bucky’s face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey. 

“As much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,” he started, sparing a glance towards Ben’s room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldn’t think that was crazy. “He deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.” The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them – and all their many differences – making for a comical image in your head. “Don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.” 

“Oh really? Not any of your superhero friends?” You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. “And what about me?” He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised. 

“I was reserving something else for you…” he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body. 

“And what would that be?” you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Bucky’s 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. 

“Mmm, I think you’ll just have to wait and see,” he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. “I think I’ve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,” Bucky whispered. 

He didn’t 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 couldn’t 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. 

It didn’t last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses – not nearly enough, in your opinion – 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. 

You didn’t 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. 

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 Bucky’s name appeared on the screen. 

If we’re still throwing out first date rules, I don’t have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, I’m glad you agree. 

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