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bobscucumber · 11 days ago

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happy father's day to the only daddy to ever exist 😇😇

glitter and pancakes 𐙚 b.b

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: nothing but fluff

summary: bucky never expected to be dad, but with glitter on his arm and both his best girls, he's never been more sure he’s exactly where he belongs.

word count: 692

author's note: hi loves! it’s father's day and i wrote a little something on the train home! 💓 also, i am 100% sure bucky is a girl dad! i just know it! 😭🫶🏻 love ya guys and stay safe out there!

The kitchen smelled like coffee and pancake batter—a little too toasted on the edges, the way Bucky always made them, no matter how many times you’d tried to teach him otherwise.

But you weren’t about to complain. Not when the sunlight was spilling through the windows just right, painting everything golden.

Not when you were standing there barefoot in one of his old shirts, warm mug in your hand, watching the man you loved shuffle into the room looking like a mess and a miracle all at once.

He was shirtless, hair sleep-mussed and sticking up at odd angles. His vibranium arm shimmered beneath a layer of glitter stickers and marker drawings, crooked stars, tiny hearts, a very enthusiastic attempt at a dinosaur.

You raised a brow over the rim of your mug.

“You forgot to wipe it off again.”

He scratched the back of his head, already grinning. “She said I needed armour for daycare drop-off. Who am I to argue with tactical advice?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your mouth gave you away.

Before you could say more, the sound of sock-slapped feet padded down the hall, followed by a sleepy little voice calling, “Daddy!”

She barrelled into the room a second later, dragging her stuffed rabbit by one ear.

Her hair was a nest of soft tangles, and her cheeks were still pink from sleep. He caught her mid-sprint, lifting her effortlessly and blowing a raspberry into her tummy that made her shriek with laughter.

“Morning, sunshine,” he murmured, nuzzling her cheek.

“Your stickers are still there,” she said proudly, examining his arm. “You’re ready for battle.”

“Think they’ll help me win against the traffic?”

She blinked at him. “Only if you wear the lucky socks.”

Bucky set her down and crouched so she could rummage through the laundry basket you hadn’t gotten to yet.

She emerged with two wildly different socks—one neon green with flamingos, the other purple with stars, and handed them over like sacred artefacts. He took them solemnly.

“Perfect for combat.”

You were still laughing when he slid past you at the stove, his hand ghosting over your hip, warm and casual and familiar. He kissed the side of your neck just soft enough not to draw her attention.

“I made breakfast,” he said.

“I can tell,” you replied, eyeing the slightly charred pancake on the plate.

“It's not about flavour, it's about love,” he argued, already packing her lunchbox with a note and a crooked drawing of a smiling stick figure that may or may not have been you.

He even tucked in one of her favourite snacks, the ones he always claimed were “too sugary” but still kept hidden at the back of the pantry.

She climbed into her chair, legs swinging, biting into the burnt edge without complaint. “Daddy’s pancakes are my favourite.”

“See?” he said, tossing you a wink as he plated another slightly-too-crispy pancake. “Culinary genius.”

You snorted. “Bold claim.”

Before you could say more, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, warm, a little smug, just the way he always did when he was proud of something ridiculous.

“Ewwww,” your daughter groaned from the table, covering her face with both hands. “You’re always kissing!”

Bucky grinned. “Can’t help it. Mummy's too pretty.”

She giggled, peeking through her fingers. “You’re so gooey.”

He let out a soft laugh. “Gooey, huh? Like pancake syrup?”

She nodded seriously. “Exactly.”

He crouched beside her, tying her shoes with practiced ease before lifting her backpack over one shoulder.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

She nodded, reaching up to take his hand.

“Bye, Mummy!” she called over her shoulder, waving the stuffed bunny by one floppy ear. “Love you!”

“Love you more,” you said, heart aching in the best way.

Bucky lingered for half a second, met your eyes like he always did before he left.

“Bye, babe,” he said softly. “We’ll see you soon.”

And then they were gone, mismatched socks, glitter armour, bunny in tow, and the house felt quiet in the way it only did when the people you loved most had just walked out the door.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed it, leave a comment or reblog if you did! it helps motivate me!

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bobscucumber · 21 days ago

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GO READ THIS FIC ON ME AND MY FRIEND'S JOINT ACCOUNT!!!!

MIS* YOU SO BAD

pairing . Yelena Belova x fem! oc synopsis . 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗸𝘂𝘇𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘀𝗼𝘃 and 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗮, are both alone. despite all they've faced and all they've done, they are alone. but maybe, a certain team can teach them that they don't have to be, and when two women who have never had agency over their life before, both make the choice to reach out for each other, something begins to grow between them.

warnings . valentina (i hate her so much, im sorry..), thunderbolts* spoilers, a lot of descriptive fighting, this is oc x canon, pretty long but most chapters will be relatively long, (let me know if i have to add more.)

notes . both writers are on this story! we're going to try to update this story regularly, so every 7-9 days. (hopefully). we haven't got super far, but we've had a lot of fun writing this au so far! also, chapter one is a lot of descriptive fighting and a lot of the canon events of the first part of thunderbolts, and it will be a lot of the canon events most likely up until chapter 3-4 or so. [THUNDERBOLTS* AU] divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws chapters: 1, 2, to be continued

. CHAPTER ⌗01 ！ ⋆ 　　　　　

❝ BROKEN BEGINNINGS : ANIMOSITY ❞ 3rd person!

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ANYA POV:

ANYA kneeled behind a supply crate, pressing her hand to her communication device, one she had proudly invented herself, which was purposely reminiscent of a star hair clip. When the comms switched on, she heard Valentina’s voice coming through the comms, as she read off her instructions in that aloof tone, with a hint of satiric, arrogant humor, Anya had come to recognize instantly

. "This facility-- or, vault, rather, holds all of O.X.E. Group's most important, sensitive assets. We've been informed that a man known as John Walker, has intended to break in, and… rob me."

Anya silently nodded, knowing she could not see her but processing the information, her head snapping in the direction of the door as she heard it open and saw John walking in. Target spotted. Task 1, completed. "I need you to go in, find him, and kill him. No interrogation necessary. In and out."

Anya silently pulled the hood on the back of her suit over her head, getting up and walking up to the door. She placed her hand on the security pad, a USB hidden inside her long leather fingerless gloves, plugged itself into the security pad, promptly overriding the systems, causing the door to slam open. Anya heard an sigh on the other side of the comms as Valentina added, "Had you give me a moment, I would have explained that your biometrics are already in the system, so you have access to everything here. You and your grand entrances…" causing Anya to scoff playfully. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

YELENAS POV:

YELENA hid behind a rock, listening to Valentina's instructions, as she watched the figure of a woman, wearing some kind of suit, walking up to the door. "Intel's come in that a rogue operative with attributes perfectly tailored to rob me, is intending to… well, rob me."

Yelena tilted her head, watching the operative phase through the door. She assessed her surroundings for only a moment before cocking her gun and standing up, beginning to walk towards the entrance without a word. "I need you to find out, what she intends to steal. I'll add your biometrics to the system, you'll have full access." Valentina states in her usual austere tone, as Yelena walks through the door, her gun in her hands and readied at her side. "Once you assess what's being stolen, you have the go ahead to terminate on sight."

Yelena carefully enters the vault as the door closes behind her, her gun pointing infront of her as she stalks about carefully, before finding and entering an elevator. "And then no problem. You know, we can find you some good guy material."

"Its simple really. Its just one little target. And then you're done." Valentina states, her voice almost unnaturally impassive. As the elevator opens, Yelena readies her gun again, walking slowly towards the inside of the vault, which was seemingly full of crates, tables scattered with intel, cabinets full of files, boxes upon boxes, and other things she couldn't quite place before she walked in. The place felt uneasy to her, but then again in her like of work, uneasy was not an unfamiliar feeling.

As she walks in she looks around carefully, her eyes wandering to a very specific set of papers. She slowly walks forward, her hand hovering over the papers.

'Project Sentry.'

She noticed some small pictures and picked them up, one of them being a photo of what seemed to be a shadow, against a wall. But it looked strange. Unsettling to her, almost.

And then there was a picture, of what seemed to be multiple bodies, all in a row, covered in a white cloth. She hesitantly picked them up, along with the papers, and folded them before stuffing them in her pocket.

She continued to assess the room but before she could even, reach towards the table to pick her gun back up she heard a footstep, turning around to see a man in what seemed to be a uniform, black with red and white stripes, with only one, barely visible, star symbol on his chest. Walker. He pulled out his gun and Yelena swiftly grabbed a bulletproof briefcase, shielding her face with it, causing her to stumble back.

John tossed aside his gun, and Yelena threw the case at him, but he just hit it away with his shield, continuing to move closer. This gave Yelena a second to pull out her gun, and she quickly fired off multiple rounds, aiming for his face, but he used his shield to deflect them, before kicking her gun out of her hands, then turning and trying to kick her. What the fuck was even happening right now?

She swiftly dodged, attempting to throw a punch, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him. She elbows him in the head twice, before slamming him to the ground, and knocking his shield out of his hands but he lands a kick that sends her flying across the room, knocking her into a pile of boxes, which topples over behind her. She quickly tries to sit up, looking up at him in confusion. "What is happening--"

He quickly jumps up onto his feet, as she stumbles to hers, approaching her with a dagger in hand. She tries to throw a punch first which he intercepts with his shield, before hitting her in the gut with it and using it to throw her over his shoulder, causing her to let out a groan as she had the wind knocked out of her once again. She quickly bounces back, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his midriff, getting on his back.

She grabbed his hand which held the dagger, forcing it towards him. "You're not even my target!" She said, her voice strained as she struggled against his wrist. "Well, you're mine!"

Oh.

She knocks the dagger out of his hands, getting off his back and grabbing it before turning on her knees, and swinging, just barely missing him. She tries to stab him underhand this time but he grabs her arm, and she kicks his ankle getting him to let go of her, which causes her to stumble forward and she quickly turns around and swings again, but his shield is in the way, and he manages to grab onto her forearm, before once again flinging her across the room, causing her to stumble into another pile of boxes.

How many times was he gonna fucking swing her around? She just needed to get her target, and get out. She tried to get up as she heard him walking closer but she was having a temporary phrenospasm.

She slowly managed to get up into a kneeling position, as John walked closer, but just before he got close enough to attack her, some rushed out of the shadows, seemingly some tech in her boots, causing her to move faster than Yelena had seen anyone move before, what sounded almost like some type of tech powering up sounded in the room, ringing out before the woman delivered a kick to Johns chin that sent him flying instead of her for once, knocking over a table with some papers, and tumbling right over top of it.

She looked up at the woman, unsure of what to think. She had never seen her before.

She was wearing some kind of white suit, with blue light streaks down her arms and legs, some type of utility belt, with guns and daggers, and a star clip in her hair? It was barely visible because the hood on the back of her suit up, covering it.

Her hair was covering her eyes but she seemed to have some type of scar all down her neck, where her suit didn't cover. She had long white gloves that also had blue light streaks down them, like her boots. Maybe it was some type of tech enhancement? But what got her was the symbol on her belt. A blue, widow symbol. Eventually she turned to Yelena who was unable to see her eyes. Yelena quickly stumbled to get into an upright position, grabbing her baton, but the girl just murmured, "I'm not here for you." In a tone that seemed all too familiar, with a thick Russian accent she swore she knew. John got onto his feet and started to approach the woman, his shield in hand. She rushed forward, pressing something on her wrist which seemed to be attached to her gloves, a grappling hook shooting out of the mechanism on her wrist, and wrapping around walkers arm, which she quickly used to pull him closer, closing the distance between them, before delivering another kick to his face, that sent him to the ground.

She quickly pulled her gun from her holster on her hip, firing off multiple rounds, but he quickly picked up his shield holding it infront of his chest to shield himself. Eventually, John managed to get to his feet, throwing his shield in her direction but she just caught it and threw it back at him, the sound of it hitting the wall resounding in the room. John quickly tried to stumble towards it as the woman grabbed her gun, but right as her finger began to push down the trigger, another woman came up behind her, smacking her in the back of the neck, perfectly hitting a nerve that caused her to fall to her knees. The person who hit her, Yelena knew her. Antonia. Taskmaster. What the fuck was happening. The woman got up to her feet, but before she could turn around Antonia, smashed her shield into the back of her neck sending her back to the ground. John tried to rush forward and the woman got up, grabbing him first, and wrapping her legs around his midriff, before rolling forward throwing him to the ground, swiftly pulling her gun out, but before she could press the trigger Antonia kicked the gun out of her hands. What the fuck had she gotten herself into. She continued to watch them until finally, her target phased into the room, her white mask over her face, everyone standing up and stumbling to their feet, ready to fight the woman who had come in. Ghost. "There you are." "Now what." Walker flippantly, his voice holding a particular arrogance that seemed to piss everyone in the room off. "Oh, get over yourself" Ava said, and even though nobody could see her face, the eyeroll was evident in her face. She ran towards Walker, who readied his shield, going to strike her across the head but she phased right through him, reappearing in front of Antonia, and punching her directly in the ribs, sending her flying backwards. Yelena turned towards her, shooting one of her Widow Bites, but Ava disappeared allowing it to pass right through her, wrapping around Johns shoulder blade, causing him to double over, clutching at it and trying to rip the device off him, only worsening the effects of the electrocution.

This gave Ava time to rush forward again, right hooking Antonia, who hit her fist away with her shield. Ava went to throw another punch, but the unknown woman, kicked her feet out from under her causing her to fall to the floor, before the woman grabbed the shield from Antonia's hands, and smashed it across her head.

Ava got to her feet, but Yelena quickly ran towards, her pushing her to the ground, and grabbing her baton, raising it but before she could bring it down on Ava's face, she phased out from beneath her, before kicking her in the head, causing Yelena to fall on her knees once again, dropping the baton in her hand. "Stay out of my way."

Walker, finally getting the device off of him, stood up.

Antonia quickly drew her bow, firing off an arrow, which exploded upon contact with Johns shield. He quickly pulled out his gun, firing multiple shots at Antonia. Eventually, being fed up he threw his shield at her which she dodged, sliding under a table, but she was quickly grabbed by Ava who shoved her against a wall, punching her multiple times.

John turned his attention back to Yelena, and she hid behind a table, but he just threw his shield which knocked it out of the way, and it flew backwards, but what nobody noticed, was it hitting a containment module, which began to open. Yelena quickly hid behind a crate, as John fired off shots, slowly walking closer to her before the woman Yelena couldn't place, shot him in the back with a... Widow Bite? Causing Walker to stumble to the ground once again. Eventually Ava stumbled into Yelena's line of vision, and she pulled out a dagger, throwing it directly at Ava, who disappeared just in time, catching it before throwing it to Antonia, who deflected it, and John then caught it, rushing forward and knocking the crate out of the way with his shield, trying to stab her with it but she quickly put her wrists together, using her Widow Bites to send shocks through his body.

Antonia and Ava continued to fight, before Antonia used her shield to knock her away, sending her across the room, before pulling her blade off her back, and walking towards that unfamiliar woman, before Ava appeared in front of her, shooting her in the head, causing Antonia to crumple to the ground. Yelena and the woman turned their heads, Yelena's eyes blown wide as she saw Antonia on the ground.

Ava pressed two fingers to the side of her head, putting down her helmet, looking down at Antonia, she opened her mouth to speak but before she could, a sound came from the left corner of the room. Almost like a wretch. Everyone's eyes darted towards it as they swiftly, got to their feet and pulled out their guns, aiming towards each other.

Suddenly something slammed open, and they looked back to the corner, pointing there guns to where the sound came from earlier, only to see a... man? He crawled out of some sort of capsule, and had what looked to be some sort of pajamas on. When he looked in their direction his eyes locked on the dead body. He stared wide eyed, just barely managing to stammer out a few words. "Is she... Is she really dead-- That's--"

"Oh. Oh no--" As he seemingly realized the severity of the situation he was in, he stumbled to his feet, rushing for the door, which promptly shut in his face. All of the other doors around the room slamming shut as well. The man, eventually hesitantly stepped forward, causing everyone to point his guns at him, and he quickly put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, oh woah-- No-- Hi. Hi." He managed to choke out nervously, everyone staring at him in confusion. "I-- I'm Bob."

What. The. Fu--

A/N: we will eventually be cross-posting this story on ao3, and possibly wattpad! (I dont use wattpad really, but I'll try. </3) this was almost sort of the prologue to the fic but this felt too long to be a prologue. - Writer 1 [ WRITERS ON THIS CHAPTER: WRITER 1 ]

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